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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ FROLICSOME ~~~
(male sexual bonding and attempted gang rape)
Ashford: 17.20[BST] – Lille: 19.20[EST]
It took four minutes before they moved off towards the Channel Tunnel. A little later Maggie came and asked them to go inside, explaining that it would be unpleasant to sit there for the whole twenty minutes, and that the authorities would have kittens if they saw them outside. She also asked them to alter their watches by one hour so that their timepieces read the same as those on the continent.
“It will only take one hour from Ashford to Lille,” she concluded: “Not the two hours to be shown by your watches when we arrive.”
Some seated themselves in the lounge car, others, like Draco and Harry, went to explore their cabins further. In the corridor, outside the cabin door, between theirs and the next door was a recess, into which their broomsticks had been secured. There was also a vertical ladder leading up to an elf sized doorway out of which Phealey peered.
“It’s not very high, but there’s a clear glass bubble skylight in the ceiling just wide enough for both of us to sit side by side and look out. It’s great; we have an all-round unobstructed view. There are sufficient elf beds to easily accommodate the pair of us up here. We’re told that we share your bathroom. We won’t leave the taps running if you don’t.”
The four of them chuckled.
Once inside their cabin the magely pair found that, where the upper bunk might have been, there was a long shelf with a hinged guard on it. Various books resided there, the ones that the pair had decided it might be nice to read. Draco had his leather covered travelling potions valise there also. Beneath the bed were a series of drawers containing the clothes they had asked to be brought. On the desk/table was a small secured vase of roses, filling the cabin with a sweet fragrance. They explored the drawers beneath, finding more of their personal items carefully stowed and checked that their suits etc. were in the wardrobe. In the bathroom big fluffy towels hung; and their toilet items were securely fixed in their holders. They also noticed another door in there and, upon exploration, found it connected with Ginevra’s and Astoria’s bathroom. The girls’ suite was the other way around thus enabling the link.
Harry turned from his inspection and met Draco nose to nose. Draco smiled and hugged his partner giving him a lingering kiss.
“What if someone sees?”
“We’re in a tunnel under the sea, Silly. Who can look in?”
“No! I meant that the door was unlocked, any of the others could look in.”
“Why are you prudish all of a sudden? They know we love each other; they’ve seen us kissing many times before.”
“Um … Yes … I suppose so … Um.”
“Even if we were starkers it wouldn’t matter, would it? We all go skinny dipping together in the cottage’s pool regularly.”
“Yes, but we’re on a train.”
“It’s a honeymoon special, so we’ll be expected to snog and do lots of other things too. Remember what Siggy said, that they were very discreet, otherwise they’d have no customers, would they?”
“Um … Okay … Let’s try out the bed.”
Harry pushed Draco backwards and the Slytherin woofed as he sat down. A number of garments became strewed on the floor and, just as the last set of boxers came off, the train roared out of the tunnel into France’s glittering sunlight. Harry blushed.
“Shall I draw the curtains?” he asked.
“No need, at well over a hundred miles an hour no one outside could focus on what we were doing. And I’ve locked the inner doors. Okay?”
Harry looked dubious for a minute or two. Then he found something hard rubbing against him. His own erection responded and all thoughts of onlookers sped from his mind. Harry concentrated on giving his lover their first married thrill.
Having cast a Scourgify on the results; they were basking in the afterglow of love making lying side by side on the bed. The train slowed down and entered another tunnel; drawing to a stop at a platform. Quite a few onlookers stared at the beautiful carriages whilst our two huddled under a hastily grabbed duvet. No one seemed to be too interested by what was happening inside.
This time it was Harry who was blasé. He slipped a towel round his waist and peered out of the window: “The signs say that we’re in Lille, it must be an underground station.”
“Stop showing your body off to all and sundry, it’s indecent.”
“My body indecent? Now you’ve had your dirty way with me, you no longer want me. Is that it?” Harry pretended to be hurt and pouted.
Draco immediately jumped off the bed and hugged his lover, forgetting that he was totally naked.
Outside one father put his hand over his small daughter’s eyes and two young men moved in closer to get a better look. Draco blushed and hauled Harry back towards the bed, revealing Harry’s attributes as his towel fell to the floor. They were saved from further embarrassment by the train recommencing its journey.
~~~ SATURDAY 31^st JULY ~~~
Lille: 19.20 – Paris Nord: 20.25
Recovering from their discomfiture, the two young men took a brief shower and started to dress for dinner. Everyone had agreed that this first evening meal would be a formal affair with them all sitting at one long table. They felt that it would set the tone for the holiday to come. Twelve polished Magicals and two glowing elf-professors met in the lounge car for their aperitifs before progressing into the dining saloon. Despite the movement of the train the crisp linen table cloth bore shining silver and glistening glassware. As it was nearing dusk the plush curtains had been drawn and centre pendant lights made a shimmering centrepiece of the set table.
“This is rather grand,” said Harry: “I’m reminded of the august functions Narcissa presides over in the refurbished dining room at Grimmauld Place.”
“Hmm, yes, Lover. That room does lend itself to formal dinners.”
During the meal they stopped in a station.
“We have arrived at Paris Nord and will shunt off into one of the spare short platforms,” explained Iggy as he collected his orange vest.
They finished their meal during the shunting operations and then sat in the lounge car over coffee.
Aggie came in holding a sheaf of tickets: “Hey everyone, fancy seeing the lights of Paris?”
All the clan stood and looked eager, so the two elf-professors donned their Glamours. They took the Métro a couple of stops and then went up the funicular to Sacré Cœur. As they walked out on to the terrace in front of the church; the centre of Paris was set out beneath them, twinkling with lights. Aggie indicated the Arc de Triomph, the Eiffel Tower, and various other famous floodlit buildings. The youngsters were equally fascinated by the hippies who sat on the steps strumming on guitars and singing quietly. There were others who played different instruments. The whole atmosphere spoke of love and personal involvement.
In a sedately euphoric state the party wandered down the steps through the gardens to arrive at one of the Parisian outdoor cafés. Draco got to use his fluent French as he ordered the appropriate drinks for them all. It was almost midnight by the time the chatting party returned to their mobile abode and settled in for the night.
~~~ SUNDAY 1^ST AUGUST [Paris] ~~~
Despite some of the couples being hollow eyed by first-night over indulgence, breakfast was over by nine thirty; everyone was ready for Aggie to take them on a short tour of Paris. They saw the twisted pipe architecture of the Pompidou Centre and the glass pyramid at the Louvre, having coffee at one of the outdoor cafés in the Tuileries Gardens. From there they walked up the Champs Elysees to the Arc de Triomph pausing to look at the eternal flame.
“The flame is kept alight to remember the warriors who died in many muggle wars,” explained their guide.
That brought to mind the many friends they had lost during the Battle of Hogwarts, so they stood, silently remembering their sacrifice. Sombrely they climbed the stairs; slowly regaining their composure at the top as they marvelled at the intricacies of the swirling traffic rushing down below.
Avoiding the mad traffic via a pedestrian subway they caught the Métro again this time alighting at the Palais de Chaillot. Crossing over a river bridge gained them the bottom of the Eiffel Tower.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” Maggie greeted them. “We have a reserved lift. They do things like that for booked parties. It leaves in ten-minutes time.”
“Good thing too,” remarked Dudley: “That queue seems to stretch out of sight.”
“There’ll be another lift waiting when we get to the first stage, and so on,” added Maggie, nodding in agreement with Dudley’s remark
The view from the top was superb, if a little hazy over the suburbs. They had a lot of fun trying to spot the landmarks that Aggie had pointed out from Sacré Cœur the previous night; viewed from a different angle and in the daylight it was quite difficult.
Descending again they gained the Champs de Mars and found Maggie and Siggy waiting with an enormous wicker basket. On the grass, not far from the tower’s foot, were spread some tartan rugs.
“Picnic lunch suit everyone?” Siggy asked. “Maggie will serve the chilled champagne. We have to do it in style you know.”
Meal finished and more Métro, this time it was a longer ride before changing to an ordinary train to continue the journey as far as Versailles. Once arrived, ten minutes’ walk had them bypassing the long queue and inside the palace admiring the glittering state rooms, but the best was yet to come. Mid-afternoon had them assemble on the upper terrace outside the mirror ballroom; there below them, a myriad fountains were playing; it was breath-taking.
“It only happens on certain days,” Aggie explained. “I’m told that it takes two days to pump all the water back into the top reservoirs.”
The party walked through the gardens, some fountains were high and splashy, others had interesting sculptures, one pool had small animals spouting water; another had columns down which the water ran, sparkling in the sunlight. It took them two hours to navigate the grounds; returning to a big crescent shaped pool close to the palace. The basket and tartan rugs were in evidence again so they sat and sipped chilled fruit drinks. There was music and a commentary in French, Harry managed to understand most of what was being said because Draco had been teaching him in return for lessons in the snake language. For the rest, Draco and Aggie translated. As the story progressed so sculptures gushed forth water, or salient points became lighted in the gathering dusk.
As it grew dark they walked back to the train platforms.
“We’re only going as far as Issy station. We have a reserved coach and your evening dress is laid out you to change into,” Maggie told them. “I’m afraid there are only two small toilets for washing.”
“I don’t see why we have to change,” grumbled Ronald.
“Perhaps not just now, Mr Ronald,” Maggie said in her best diplomatic voice: “But you will when we arrive.”
On alighting at Issy the group were taken to a landing stage and boarded a river boat. The Mâitre d’ greeted Maggie like a long lost friend, and led the party to an especially reserved section where they joined twenty or so other people for a Dinner cruise. Ronald’s mouth fell open.
“Erm … Hermione … Who are all these posh people?” he was heard to whisper. “I bet this costs a pretty packet,”
“Shush Ron! Don’t show us up.” Hermione gripped her husband’s wrist tightly. “Now you know why you had to put on your glad rags.”
The cruise set off on its leisurely way; with efficient silver service and music from a string quartet; it lasted just over two hours. Fourteen replete young people alighted at the Ile de Paris and caught the Métro to Montparnasse Station, where, having been moved around from Paris Nord, their three carriages awaited. Draco and Harry retired to their cabin, showered and hugged each other in bed.
“That was some tour of Paris,” Harry remarked.
“We’ll have to come again. I want to show you the inside the Louvre,” Draco said as they snuggled: “There’re some marvellous sculptures and art treasures, including the Venus de Milo and the Mona Liza.”
“Okay, perhaps we could go to the Moulin Rouge too, that’s where you said the artists used to hang out.”
“Hmm … and the Folies Bergère,” Draco gave Harry a mischievous grin: “I’m almost sure that the Greengrasses have a house here; if not we can cab from the Chateau.”
Harry enfolded Draco in a hug just as the train began to move. That spurred them on to indulge in their special brand of eroticism and then to fall asleep in each other’s arms.
~~~ FIRST NIGHT ~~~
Paris Montparnasse: 23.30 – Guéthary: 07.00 on Monday
Iggy informed them before setting off that their train was booked to follow the sleeper to the Spanish border. When asked why they had not seen him during the day, he explained that he was sleeping in preparation for the overnight drive.
The honeymooner’s sleep wasn’t continuous because they had to get used to the movement of the train, but they were sufficiently rested by the time a series of jerks and reverse movements woke them at seven o’clock. By a quarter past the carriages were stationery and the green light for a long shower was showing. Draco and Harry stood close together under the shower. Lovingly they soaped each other, having a little play but not letting things get too far out of hand. Once mutually dried and dressed, the pair joined the others in the dining saloon for breakfast. The curtains were drawn back and some of the windows were open, they could smell the scent of the Atlantic and see the distant breakers. It was a delicious way to advertise the fact that they had arrived at the special siding in Guéthary.
Iggy explained that the siding where they were, was little known. It had been put in to serve a First World War costal gun battery. That had been long gone but people in the know could apply to use the short line – and implied that those special people were other cruise trains like their own.
As they finished the meal a sharp series of cracks were heard and Kreacher appeared:
“Fellow Dumbledorians, it is not fitting that newly married couples of your status do not have personal elves. Harry and Draco, you did have one each, but they have moved onward to higher things. Your corps of elves has elected twelve from their assembly to act in this capacity. If, in your wisdom, these also are moved onward in their careers, then we will elect others to follow them. We feel it is our practical wedding present to all of you. I do hope that neither Harry nor Hermione will argue with us.”
*Even I’ve stopped arguing with our Reeve*, sent Draco
Harry had learned enough sense and, although he bristled slightly, gave in with a good grace. The Blakes found themselves allocated the twins from Woodyates; Robbie and Bobby.
“Masters, we’re very honoured to serve you,” Robby chirped with glee.
“Are you quite sure you wish to become our personal elves?” asked Draco; shocking Harry by his change of expected response.
“Ooh yes; Master Draco. Elder Kreacher would only allow those who had passed the NEWT thaumic caring examination to stand for election. We both got O’s.”
“So maybe we’re the ones who should be honoured?” Harry chuckled and the elves joined in.
Having made his point with the magically linked pair, Kreacher had no arguments from the rest of the company. Next he recruited Pullet and Phealey and went to do battle with Iggy and Siggy. Not that there was too much argument, especially when our pair indicated that they were willing to cover any extra cost. The upshot was the use of the elf compartments above each cabin, some of which held three elves if necessary. The elves were quite abashed when Harry suggested they join with the honeymooners to use the present leisure facilities. However, in general practice, the smaller people used the room in which the majority of mages were not resident, although an amount of mixing did take place.
As the Mages went up to Maison Malfoi Harry enquired of Carter: “Was it difficult to apparate to the train?”
“No Harry, at least not when it was stationary, we used the portal to get here and then a short walk down the stairs to the train once we knew it was going to rest here. I think even elfin magic would splinch us if we tried it on the move. Maggie has given us a copy of your itinerary so the corps can deal with laundry and the like. Winky’s talking to Siggy about culinary items and menu, I think. Once the company is organised, we will come down your private stairs as our muggle selves and sunbathe on the beach.”
“So you’ll be having a holiday as well?” Draco asked.
“Yes Draco. You don’t object do you?”
“No way! Even if I did, it would be undiplomatic for me to berate an honourable fellow of the Wizengamot, wouldn’t it? You deserve some recompense for all the hard work you do. I suppose, in a way, whilst we’re in residence on the train, it acts as an extension to the household you’re attached to.”
“That was my reasoning, too.”
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Once at the house, Draco found his Mother waiting for them. After the usual greetings she asked: “Have you been with Astoria yet?”
Draco blushed: “I know you want a young grandchild to spoil, Mother. However, it is not Astoria’s fertile time yet. I assure you that we will try when that time comes around.”
“So you still share with Harry, then?”
“Of course! You knew that nothing would change, however I do intend to accept my heir-producing responsibility, as does my lover.”
“Yes well, Harry’s done his duty.” Narcissa said sarcastically. Then she realised what she was saying: “Sorry, Darling! It’s the ingrained Malfoy supremacy showing through again.”
“Forgiven, Mother. It’s Blake supremacy, now you’re divorced.”
“Yes Darling, so it is.”
Narcissa showed the party of girls round the house whilst the men obtained surfboards and went to the beach. The house elves asked for a glamour that made them look like adolescents.
“I thought, Robbie; that you could transform in the way Elder Kreacher does.”
“Yes we can Master Harry, but it takes constant concentration to keep the image in place. You remember how difficult it is for those of us who sing.”
“Oh yes! So the Glamour will take less energy away from you whilst you play.”
Robbie nodded in agreement.
~~~ BEACH ~~~
On the beach and in the sea there was little finesse amongst the males and those females who had joined them, most of them being content to splash around.
“Try thinking of the board as a broomstick,” said Draco: “Sit on it first; then kneel when you feel safer. Us Quidditch players have to stand on our ’sticks sometimes. Ron’s doing alright and it’s his first time.”
“Thanks, Draco, it’s fun and I don’t have to worry about my hip if I fall off. Water’s much softer than earth.”
After a picnic lunch, Draco and Harry were shooed away by the beginners; going towards the bigger breakers where they met up with other buddies from previous surfing expeditions. There were not too many to enjoy the waves. The wind had a southerly twist to it, the result of which was for participants to drift northwards when riding the waves. Our pair became so engrossed that they failed to realise how far they had gone. The result was that when riding one particularly long roller they were deposited in the next cove further along.
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As they scrambled out of the water seeking a way to climb round the rocks back to their beach they were grabbed by some rough hands. Harry had enough Draco-taught French to understand what was going on.
“What have we here? I do believe it’s those poncy incomer aristos from the next beach.”
Harry felt Draco’s alarm as he looked round. Neither of them wanted to indulge in magic in such an open muggle environment if it were at all possible.
“I think we should teach them a lesson, mes frères, oui?”
The dozen or so compatriots agreed with their leader.
Draco tried to argue back, but his perfect French only seemed to inflame these local lads. So Harry internally counselled patience until they could escape. They were taken towards the low cliff where a few stunted trees hid a hollow in its face. Its surface was slightly higher than the beach and had some short herbal coverage. The hollow was not really a cave, but enough shelter to be almost private, there were a few tents scattered around. The first thing that happened was that their boards were confiscated and then their trunks were removed.
“Nice fat pricks!” the leader remarked flicking both of them with his fingers. “I wonder if they have nice tight arses?” He rubbed a finger between two pairs of clenched buns. “They’ll need softening up first.”
*They’re too spread out to do anything yet. We’ll wait until they bunch together*. Harry was now obviously considering retaliation.
Either side of the hollow were a number of smooth boulders. Four attackers held each captive face down over a boulder, one captor on each limb. Two of the attackers were on sentry duty, some were tending a fire and two had leather belts in their hands which they applied to our heroes’ bums.
D: *I’ve had much worse from my father; these are just pats*.
Harry had to agree with him, the leather stung slightly. However, it was having another effect on him. Someone noticed; drawing the leader’s attention. The whippers continued the treatment until both boys’ cocks were straining scarlet pressed downwards between their legs on the grainy surface of the boulders. The beating stopped and, when Harry was made to stand and walk backwards a few paces, his boner sprang up and bounced.
Harry felt his entry being played with, it did not feel like a finger nor did it feel like a cock. It was slippery and he resisted entry; that is, until someone started stroking his prick. The front fingers caressed his glans-flange making him twitch. Each time this happened, his anal muscles spasmed, despite him willing them not to. Ideas of using magic flew out of Harry’s mind as he tried to combat his rising libidinous feelings.
One extrasensory flick and a momentary opening had the instrument inserted. Harry heard a gasp from Draco and realised that he was immediately behind him. Soon Harry felt Draco’s skin touch his arse, greater lascivious thought reared its head, however the intrusion did not feel like Draco’s prick. The incursion rubbed his prostate and he pushed back, sobbing with sexy feelings; rubbing up and down on his mate trying to reach sublimation.
Harry felt Draco’s arms coming round his body, but they were tied around his waist. He did not have long to wonder why because his arms were drawn backwards and tied in a similar position around Draco. Looking down, Harry realised that they had been tied back to back with some dildo type object piercing them both. Whatever it was it caressed his love spot, driving him towards fruition. Harry felt the same sexy emanations from his mate. Despite their worry about being captives both of them worked the other one up to ejaculation point. Amidst jeers from their onlookers, spunk shot forth from eager purple prongs.
As their captors fell about laughing cruelly; Draco sent: *Maison balcony, our room, apparate on my command … Three … Two … One …*
“APPAREMUS!”
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