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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Professorial masturbation of a student)
~~~ THE LETTER ~~~
For some reason Draco’s two minders did not harass him on the train. Perhaps they had been warned off by their parents, all of whom Draco had seen at the Manor many times during August. The blond was very pleased because his throbbing knob – concealed beneath a quidditch box – was quite uncomfortable; but he was used to that by now. A couple of times he felt the beast probing his mind to ensure that the letter’s addressee remained private and, at the end of the journey whilst riding in the thestral drawn carriages, the Dark Lord gave Draco an unwelcome thank-you present. It was another stopped up discharge. The blond enjoyed the sensation, but not the urgently-full feeling it left behind; he knew he must find someone to redeem him soon; so, all through the feast the Slyth squirmed in discomfort, willing the proceedings to terminate quickly.
At last Draco could escape to his bed and open the envelope; there was another one inside – it was addressed to the new DADA Professor. Draco had, along with the greatest majority of students, taken an instant dislike to the pusillanimous pink professor and now he had to go and ask her to release his aching cock. Via the link Voldemort sensed the student’s reluctance and enjoyed the horrible joke he had played on Lucius’s son. He also induced the seventh frustrated emission, causing Draco to pass beyond barely acceptable pain into a state of great urgent need.
Draco knocked on Professor Umbridge’s door.
“Come in!”
Draco entered.
“Who are you, and what grade are you in?”
“Draconius Abraxas Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy. I am just starting my fifth year, Professor,” Draco informed her with a slight bow.
“Ah yes!” Dolores smiled sweetly at him: “How may I help you Mr Malfoy?”
“I was asked to give you this letter, Professor.”
Dolores held out her hand and Draco handed the sealed envelope over. She spent five minutes reading and re-reading the missive. Draco watched for signs of alarm, recognition or fear, but nothing registered on the placid smiling face.
“Thank you dear, is there anything else?”
“Yes Professor, I have a problem from which, so I am told, you can release me.”
Her smile turned slightly sickly: “Really, and pray, what may that be?”
“Did the letter not explain?” Draco was beginning to feel very embarrassed and it showed.
“It might have done. But you must tell me in your own words, dear.”
“It’s very personal … Hmm … Hmm …”
“Really? Perhaps you would be more comfortable if you came around the desk and stood next door to me?” Her smile was akin to a knowing smirk.
Quivering, Draco moved to stand near the pink clothed woman. As he walked he caught her glancing at the cricket box bulge under his flies.
“Now dear, how personal is it?”
“V-very personal, Professor; I am embarrassed to speak of it. I had hoped that the letter explained.” Draco felt Voldemort’s invisible fingers stroking him inside the box.
“I think you had better show me, dear; don’t you?” She looked at his flies meaningfully.
Draco summoned his courage, unbuckled his belt, opened his flies and let his trousers drop. The professor watched his antics with a glittering eye and a slight wetting of her lips. Draco stepped out of his trousers, blushing enormously.
As his undershorts came down she asked; “May I help you with the guard, dear?” Not waiting for an answer, she said: “Exuero Te!” and flourished her wand.
Naked, Draco stood in front of her while she started to caress his swollen prick.
“I see you are well endowed magically, although I suspect there is some extra swelling there as well.”
Her touch was feather-light almost as though Nagini’s forked tongue was there; Draco quaked as she caressed his nerve endings.
“Do you have much stored up, dear?”
“Huh … Huh … Yes-s-s-s-s Pr-r-r-rofessor … About seven times.”
“I see … Well I cannot have all that mess on my desk … Now let me see … Ah yes …! Kitty, kitty, kitty.”
Draco wondered what was happening, he soon understood. A kitty it was not … It was big, black and bulbous … Half its ear was missing and its purr had a threatening tone in it. The monstrous cat eyed Draco’s accoutrements with a calculating look
Draco was about to turn and run from the oversize ugly feline but: “Incarcerous!” rang out and he toppled over backwards onto the carpet, saved from physical injury by a cushioning charm.
The cat looked at him wickedly. Draco could see it flexing its claws as it sniffed him all over. It arrived at his pubic area and thoroughly investigated the scarlet pole and swollen testicles. Then it stuck its tongue out – Draco found out that cats’ tongues are rough – starting at his balls it licked every part of his pubes. Not only did the roughness excite Draco’s already oversensitive prick, but the same electrical shock feelings were there as if Nagini was sucking his engorgement.
Draco laid, spasming, on the carpet and the pink clad witch watched his antics avidly: “Are you ready yet, my dear? Perhaps you would like to work up another ejaculation first … Hmm?”
“N-n-now p-p-p-please –P-p-p-prof-f-f-fes-s-s-sor.” Draco arched up as the cat licked a particularly susceptible place. It dug his claws into his thighs in order not to fall off and continued to lick nearer and nearer his glans. By the time it reached his end, only Draco’s head and heels were touching the floor.
“Very well, dear: Uninhibito Te!”
Draco felt the blockage loosen; he felt the cat lick his glans-eye and its tongue lap up all the emerging juices. The internal feeling was terrifyingly tremendous and, added to that, was the rough licking of the cat. Draco arched and threw himself around in unbridled ecstasy, with the cat digging its claws into his thighs and continuing the licking even when Draco’s sperm had ceased spouting. At last, to Draco’s embarrassed relief, the cat grew bored and went off to bat a paper ball around the office.
The professor smiled her simpering smile: “You may get up now, dear. Your bonds are unloosed and I have healed the claw scratches on your body. You know, that would be unnecessary if you didn’t throw yourself around like that. Why do you do it?”
“Hmm … I’m very sensitive there after an ejaculation … Hmm.”
“Really … Come over here and let me see.” She grabbed his still-erect cock and started to stroke it.
Draco huffed and his legs gave way.
“Mobiliarbus!” She continued the treatment watching in fascination as Draco convulsed in passionate response in mid-air: “Does this happen to other boys as well?”
“H-h-h-huff-ff-ff … Most of us, Professor, yes-s-s-s-s-s-s.”
“Mmm … Very interesting … Mmm … You may go now, dear.”
Draco was put on the floor and she watched him avidly as he put on his clothes. He ensured the box was securely emplaced before putting on undershorts and trousers. As he bent down to step into his undershorts he felt her stroking his buns. He uttered a short squeak and in trying to get out of range fell over his waistband.
As he sorted himself out he heard her mutter: “I’ll see those in action properly next time.”
In a very alarmed state Draco removed himself from her office almost butting Harry in the stomach in his haste to get to his bed. Such was Draco’s discomfiture that he apologised to the Gryff automatically.
Harry stared in disbelief at the rapidly departing Slyth’s back; shrugged his shoulders and sought his own bed.
~~~ GRYFF’S DISCOMFITURE ~~~
We all have read the report about Harry’s detention with Umbridge and the writing on the back of his hand. His next private meeting with her was not reported.
“Come in, dear. Stand at the side of my desk, please.”
Harry did as he was told, not wanting to annoy her without cause; he definitely did not want more words inscribed on the back of his hand – it was still quite sore.
“I see you have been gauged recently, is that correct?”
“Yes Professor,” Harry wondered where this questioning was going.
“Is this your score?” She pointed to the figure on her sheet.
“Yes Professor, it is.”
“Are you quite sure?”
“Yes Professor, it was carried out properly under the correct circumstances.”
“It cannot be correct; you are nearly at Merlin’s score when he was your age.” She showed him another sheet.
Harry realised that he was only five points below the famous mage’s score and felt very heartened by it.
“I think there is a mistake, either that or you cheated. I wouldn’t put it past a liar like yourself to cheat as well.”
“N-no Professor, I didn’t cheat. If you look at the figures you can see me increasing every six weeks.” Harry pointed to the chart in her hand.
“That’s as maybe. I am going to gauge you myself; take your clothes off!”
Harry was nonplussed: “Um … Um … Surely the log speaks for itself Professor; I’m only two points above my last score.”
“Are you arguing with me again, Mr Potter?”
“N-no Professor!”
“Then why have you not removed your clothes?”
“Um … Um …! Harry began to slowly remove his gown.
“Are you deliberately procrastinating, Mr Potter? I think you are … Exuero Te!”
Harry jumped as all his clothes deserted him; he automatically placed his hands strategically and looked around for his missing garments.
“Remove your hands Mr Potter; I cannot gauge you with your hands in the way.”
Harry went deep crimson as he removed his hands, not that she was looking to begin with, because she had opened a drawer and was placing the gauging apparatus on a table.
She looked up staring at his wilted private parts: “I see I have to do that for you as well, stand close to the desk.” She grabbed his slack prick and started to caress it.
Harry was completely astounded at what was happening, however his hormones began to enjoy the occurrence. He had to admit that her touch was arousing and he began to swell in response. Five minutes had him well hard and placed in the gauging apparatus. She took the measurements and, seemingly absent-mindedly, continued stroking Harry’s cock while she carried out her calculations.
She looked up still caressing his intumescence: “Hmm … This time you were telling the truth, dear. As you had me start you up … I shall finish you off.
As she removed the apparatus Kitty jumped up on to the desk top. Harry had met kitty before and supposed that it was the professor’s familiar. It had been reasonably sociable so he stretched out his hand to tickle it. Its roaring purr filled the room as the professor’s hand wanked Harry’s dick. Enticed by the tickling hand the cat moved nearer to Harry and, as he neared his fruition, it pounced. Very surprised Harry drew back.
“Kitty wants to taste you, dear,” the professor said in her sickly-sweet way: “Just relax and let kitty remove the mess.”
“N-no I d-don’t l-like it-t.”
“It doesn’t matter what you like, Mr Potter, this is what is going to happen,” she said in her ordering-about voice: “Incarcerous!”
Harry fell backwards on to the carpet and kitty jumped on to his abdomen. Now the cat did as it had done with Draco it sniffed all over his body and licked his pubes spasmodically, keeping Harry’s stiffness at its peak for nearly half an hour. As with Draco, Harry arched up head and heels on the floor crying out in his summation. Kitty licked his mushroom clean garnering the love-juice as it emerged. Kitty continued as Harry wriggled in lusciousness on the carpet. Pink-dress watched avidly.
“I do not think you can produce as much as other boys; I think another go is in order.”
Kitty got off Harry’s nakedness, revealing something that was beginning to sag. Umbridge produced a long quill – the one that had cut the back of Harry’s hand. This time she used the feather end, and it seemed to Harry that, like the cat’s lick, this had a magical vibration within it. He was sensitive down there and the magical feather soon became tuned into what excited Harry’s libido most. As with Draco, Harry lost all control of his limbs and for a further quarter of an hour spasmed in glorious sexiness. His second coming was as large as the first and Kitty enjoyed licking up the results. Harry passed out under the cat’s ministrations. Umbridge passed her wand over the prone body saying: “Non-Diceras!”
When the Gryff came-to he was sitting fully clothed in an alcove not too far from the DADA Professor’s office. He felt compelled not tell anyone about what had happened; anyway, he was too ashamed to tell Hermione and as for telling his mates that was definitely a no-no. Besides which, Harry was guiltily aware that he had enjoyed the sensuous feelings she had given him. That night he relived the session in a very wet dream even thinking he felt the cat’s rough tongue licking him clean – in fact the sheets had become untucked and he was rubbing his engorgement on the coarse blanket.
~~~ DRACO’S TURN ~~~
Draco wondered if Professor Umbridge had been told of Voldemort’s return in that letter, because all her utterances were that this event was all in Harry’s attention-seeking imagination. Draco realised that, if she were a death-eater or sympathiser, then she may be under the same embargo as he was – not to reveal the truth. Her obvious Slytherin sympathies took the edge off Draco’s original dislike of her and her very friendly demeanour towards him encouraged him to reveal school rumours. After one such session Draco had to endure a Severus diatribe about becoming too involved with the pink bitch. So thereafter, Draco tried to avoid her as much as he could. At least until he became leader of the Inquisitorial Squad.
Things came to a head when one of his wet dreams, about incarcerating Harry and doing unspeakable things to him, did not achieve the sexual release that Draco expected. In the morning when a wank in the shower had the same result he realised that the beast or someone else had subjected him to a long-distance ‘Obstructo’.
Draco managed to last out another day, storing up his unspent spunk in his swelling genitals hidden under the quidditch box.
That evening he had a DADA tutorial with Umbridge. As he walked in to her study she looked at the bulge caused by the box and smiled her indulgent smirk.
“Come in Mr Malfoy; perhaps you would be most comfortable on the chaise-longue?”
“Thank you, Professor.” Draco sat on its edge.
“I meant you to relax properly, Draco. I must insist that you lean back.”
Draco sighed inwardly; he knew he would have to ask her and now he knew that she knew. There was no hiding the presently covered bulge once he was leaning right back.
“I imagine you have a more pressing problem than a review of your DADA work. Why don’t you put your feet up, dear?”
“Should I take off my clothes first, Professor?”
“Not this time, dear; I will do it for you. Just lie still.”
Draco felt the Dark Lord’s invisible fingers at work, as they stroked his soft spot; Draco huffed and moved his hips imperceptibly. However, Umbridge saw it.
“I see you are impatient, dear. That will not do, will it? Slytherins are not supposed to show their feelings. I wonder what your father would say if I revealed to him your lack of control?”
Draco was horrified at the thought: “I apologise, Professor but the problem is becoming urgent again.”
“Apology accepted … Now let me peruse the problem … Mmm?”
Umbridge caused a chair to move next to where Draco lay. She sat in it and began to caress his abdomen and thighs through his clothes. Draco squirmed as the finger vibrations stoked his libido. After quarter of an hour’s explorations her fingers encountered his zip and pulled it down. A hand went inside and found the edge of the box, tickling Draco’s stomach at the same time. His muscles clenched inwards and the hand went under the box’s rim. It was exciting agony as she stroked his already painful erection; very soon inducing a further wad of ejaculate to join the queue awaiting release. Draco groaned and she gave him her slimy smile.
“I think you need some relief, dear, don’t you? However, this time I have a little machine, rather like one in the headmaster’s office. That should help you.”
Draco had noticed a Dumbledore-like machine or two before. He had taken little notice because most of the other Professors also sported such things in their studies. At her behest, he stood and went over to one that resembled a Gauger, only it had other attachments.
“Stand here, please. Hands on that bar will be most comfortable, I think.”
Draco put his hands on the bar which immediately went very tacky; so sticky did it become, that he was unable to remove his fingers. She performed the stripping charm and started to stroke his body – the only bit she did not touch was his pulsating prick. Draco knew the tingle; it was the same as when his lord stroked him.
“P-please P-professor, p-please release m-me?”
“All in good time dear, open your legs wide.”
Draco did as he was told and she made a cuffed bar grip his ankles. Her wand wandered slowly down his spine leaving a pleasurable trail of tingles; the lower she went, the more intense the sensation became. Upon entering his bum-valley Draco’s cheek muscles began to spasm – this the pink witch watched avidly. His arse dimpled and spread, dimpled and spread as his sinews reacted to the delightful vibrations. By the time the wand tip reached his perineum Draco was having another orgasm and fucking the air with wild abandon. He sagged in exhausted sublimation. She hitched his swollen balls and prick into the machine, but did not activate it.
As Draco became compos mentis he looked down and found his engorged genitals enclosed in a block-like structure; very much like the one that Sven had used. Only this time the parts had arms attached to them which connected to a quiescent but hissing machine.
“Are you ready, dear?” the Pink Toad’s simpering voice asked.
Draco could only nod. He feared that if he opened his mouth only a stream of profanities would pour forth. After all, he had learned many new swear-words from attending Voldemort’s soirées. She pulled a lever and the machine started to move.
To begin with its reciprocations were slow with little travel between one end and the other – quite stimulating but not enough to excite. Gradually the machine accelerated and the arm gripping his cock began to travel further. What had been clucking his balls now began to expand its movements as well. Five minutes had the blond starting to move his body, ten minutes he was mewling and flexing, in order not to have his personal apparatus detached from his body. Quarter of an hour and his body was a blur of action.
“Uninhibito Te!” rang out.
The machine stopped dead, Draco squealed in release, Kitty caught the jet of sperm and Dolores nearly wet her knickers at the sight. Draco then passed out.
He awoke, just as Harry had, sitting on a bench in an alcove not too far from the DADA Professor’s door. All his clothes and his hair were in perfect order; though not so his physical body – Draco felt as though he had run a double marathon. He rose carefully and wobbled his way to the Slytherin basement where he fell into bed, drew its curtains, and snored for the next ten hours. Only upon waking did he find out that he was still fully dressed.
~~~ FOLLOW-UP ~~~
Umbridge gauged Harry again before Christmas, despite his mates having done so a few days beforehand.
Draco had Voldemort interfering with him during the holiday. However, much to Draco’s delight, his father was not allowed to thrash him – something that built up a head of steam inside Lucius’s head. Quite a few death-eaters were very pleased to have to unblock the blond’s meatus and Nagini was well satisfied with Draco’s libations.
When he returned to school Draco needed release every two or three weeks. However, his godfather had found out what was happening and remedied Draco’s problem as clinically as possible. Umbridge therefore became more frustrated and bitchy as time went on.
Harry was gauged twice by Umbridge before Easter. Each time he ended up on the machine and each time she cast a ‘Non Diceras’ on him so he was unable to tell his friends. She even managed to have him in for detention; offering him a choice between many lines and a caning. Being short on homework time Harry opted for the corporal punishment as he thought it would be the easier option. Not so – she incarcerated him, stripped him, beat his bare arse and then attached him to the machine afterwards. When he woke up sitting on the bench outside her door Harry found that she had healed him and charmed him to reveal no more than that he had been caned lightly.
Draco stayed at school during the Easter holiday. He was made head of the Inquisitorial Squad at much the same time and a few weeks later caught Harry and managed to pump him dry. Harry opted for the squad punishment because Gryffindor house was almost out of points. He regretted it afterwards and stoically refused to reveal what had happened to his friends.
Umbridge, denied of access to Draco’s genitals, became fixated on Harry as a substitute. The number of times he had to attend her office for what was called detention accelerated to over twice a week. She picked on Harry for every imagined indiscretion and, when he arrived in her office, wasted little time in incarcerating, stripping and interfering with him. Each session took at least an hour with Umbridge manually bringing him to his first fruition and the machine ensuring a further one. As could be expected ‘Non Diceras’ was cast afterwards.
The problem was that as well as being charmed not to tell, Harry felt inhibited by the fact that a part of him enjoyed being tied up and wanked.
All this stopped when Umbridge was taken away by the centaurs.
Once she was away from the school the compulsion not to tell about her sexual depredations slowly lessened. Eventually, towards the end of the holidays, Harry plucked up courage to tell Ronald and Hermione and then the group. They thought that Harry should tell Dumbledore when they returned to school. However, before that happened they learned, via a Hagrid slip of the tongue, that all the centaurs had repeatedly raped Umbridge. This seemed to them an ample retribution; the decision was tempered by two further revelations by Harry. Firstly, that when Voldemort had occupied his body in the Ministry, Harry had understood that Draco was being sexually abused and coerced by the beast and his minions. The second item was that Harry, blushing furiously, revealed his masochistic feelings about things sexual.
Ronald replied that he had already suspected by the way Harry reacted when they were ‘experimenting’ in the dorm. Hermione hugged Harry, saying that she was glad he had been so open with them at last. Later Blaise reported back, after studying some more books, that there was a sizable minority of people who liked their sex that way. All his close friends respected Harry’s privacy and nothing more was revealed to anyone else.
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