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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: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(sexual torture & a fishy experience)
~~~ RETRIBUTION ~~~
As they landed Harry shouted: “Accio surfboards! Accio trunks!”
As the surfboards clattered at their feet and the trunks hit them in the face, two astonished personal elves appeared out of the bedroom.
“Oh Masters, Elder Kreacher said you were kinky.” Bobby grinned.
“We didn’t believe him, but we do now. Do you want us to leave and let you get on with it?”
“No Robbie! Untie us please. Some nasty mecs captured us and played with us.”
“Okay Master Harry, however you do have nice fat pricks. Pullet and Phealey said you had.”
“Are you twins like those two then, Robbie?”
“Yes; and another like pair are attending Masters Dean and Seamus.”
“You see, the corps felt it was appropriate to pair us up in that way.”
“Thanks Bobby,” Harry said, as his and Draco’s hands were untied. “Um … would you mind holding on to whatever’s between our bums.”
Bobby giggled, but did as he was asked. Both big Mages gasped as the departing intrusion scraped past their prostates. It turned out to be a smooth sun-bleached piece of driftwood slightly curved, obviously chosen so it caught their love spots.
“Do you want to keep this for further use, Masters? It’s beautifully smooth. Did you enjoy it?”
Harry blushed and looked at his paramour. Draco giggled.
“We may as well, even if it’s only a trophy to remind us of what happened.” Draco sprung a crafty look: “Hmm … Do you think you could make seven copies?”
“Yes Master, one for each pair here?”
“No! I have something else in mind.”
Harry cottoned on quite quickly as the Blakes donned their shorts and tee-shirts; sauntering nonchalantly on to the Maison’s terrace. There they found the others tucking into starters; having ecided to have an early relaxed dinner en pleine aire.
“Where have you two been?” demanded Hermione.
“We’ll tell you over dinner, and then we’ll want some help.” Draco tried not to look embarrassed, but a pink tinge stole over his cheeks.
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The results of them telling the story were fourfold: the pair’s very red faces; a few impure remarks; some indignant laughter and a desire for corporate vengeance.
Iggy was brought into the picture:
“If you do that, we’ll miss our departure time.” He looked at the crestfallen faces and had an idea. “Do you have a homing beacon with you?”
A number of them had.
“Okay! Irun is not too far down the coast. Once our carriages get there they have to be re-gauged, because the Iberian rails are wider apart than almost the rest of Europe. That takes time. The sidings at Irun are fairly dark; so if I set up a homing beacon on the back balcony, you could get your revenge and be back on board. We leave at 22.00 so don’t miss us. To be safe, leave here at 21.30, or before; Okay?”
That got enthusiastic nods from all the would-be combatants. The girls were the most enthusiastic. Ronald was surprised by the bloodthirsty schemes that his new wife had in mind. A gloating Millicent offered to take a medallioned Dudley riding pillion on the duple, something they had practiced before at the cottage.
Accioed broomsticks at the ready the small army took off. The group landed quietly in the moon-shadow of the cliff. Dudley tackled the only lookout, sitting on him to keep him quiet. After that, it was easier to sneak up on the miscreants. They were sitting round the fire with wine bottles in their hands. Their chat soon turned into surprised shouts as the individual ‘Incarcerous’ hexes bound them.
The mecs were even more surprised when it was the girls who rushed in to strip them; only to become horrified when Harry and Draco appeared holding the replica pieces of driftwood. Millicent’s naughty hands had a great time with the miscellaneous erections. The miscreants were unable to clench in the face of muttered relaxing spells, nor were they able to stop gyrating under the influence of a modified ‘Tarantallagra’ even after they had released their white fountains. Quite soon they were pleading with their captors for the sexy torture to stop. As the miscreants came to rest Draco had another idea. Still keeping them in the back to back pairs, the mecs were shuffled into a rough circle, cords from behind one set of balls were secured to the balls of another pair; the mecs were ‘Oblivated’ of all magical happenings, warned about never interfering with innocent holidaymakers again and the honeymooners departed by broom to catch their train.
Having mounted out of sight of the mecs; the squad arrived in the vicinity of the train-shed, identified their train, and landed on the darkest end of their platform. The broomsticks were shrunk and tucked into pockets; so that they could saunter down the platform, looking as though they had just alighted for a breather, as many of the other passengers from the main train were doing.
~~~ RELAXATION ~~~
Irun: 22.00 – Pamphilosa: 08.19 on Tuesday 3^rd August
*Well done my sons, you have completed the first task.* Fawkes shimmered slightly.
“Well; how did it go?” Maggie asked on behalf of those left behind.
“Quite well!” Ronald enthused: “Draco can be a vindictive bastard sometimes.”
Draco did a double-take, only to find Ronald giving him the thumbs up and grinning all over his face.
“Come inside, we’re just about to leave. We have special hot chocolate ready and then you can tell us all about it.”
Settled in the comfortable chairs and relaxed by the Tia Maria fortified chocolate the raiding party re-told the whole story. Draco reiterated the initial abduction in more detail with great aplomb, even getting Harry to forget his embarrassment and laugh along with the rest.
In their cabin later, Draco and Harry indulged in a quick shower [as per instructions] and cuddling together rapidly fell asleep. This time the swaying motion of the carriage and repetitive beats of its wheels on the rails acted as a soporific. So, apart from taking an early morning leak, they slept soundly until woken by the shunting at Pamphilosa.
This time their carriages were marshalled in reverse order with the balcony’s small driving compartment at the front. Not that it mattered really because they intended partaking of a leisurely breakfast in the dining saloon on the way to Porto.
~~~ TUESDAY 3^RD AUGUST ~~~
Pamphilosa: 09.05 – Porto Camphanã: 10.05
Because Iggy had had sufficient rest they followed the service intercity train to Porto Camphanã. He explained that this time they were to precede the service train up the long branch-line as far as Regua. The sky was still grey matching their mood.
Ronald looked hollow eyed: “I’m glad we don’t have to do anything this morning, I feel quite tired.”
“Did the train keep you awake, Mr Ronald? Maggie enquired solicitously.
“By the look of her,” Seamus giggled: “It was Ron’s wife that kept him awake. Did you enjoy it Hermione?”
Ronald scowled at Seamus; Hermione threw one of the cushions. Everyone else chuckled knowingly. Nevertheless, some of the others found the enforced rest in the comfortable chairs very welcome. After being surprised at the view when they entered Porto over the high viaduct they lazed around whilst the carriages were moved to another platform.
~~~ DOURO ~~~
Porto Camphanã: 10.30 – Regua: 12.15
Regua: 13.03 – Pinhao: 13.31
Once clear of the city and its environs the scenery became more interesting. Firstly they followed a series of hillsides marvelling at the quantity of desirable residences on the wooded slopes. The line turned from a double one into a single in order, they supposed to navigate the long summit tunnel. Not so, from then on they passed other trains at stations. These stations had two platforms and the two lines to serve them formed a passing loop. Sometimes they had to wait at a station for an oncoming train to clear the single line ahead. The scenery became more vertical as they started to wind their way along the northern bank of the Douro valley. The river seemed to be a large longitudinal lake because it had been dammed in places to create a series of watery steps.
“Hey Guys, that cruise boat looks as though it has cabins on board,” said Dean: “It must be quite boring going round and round the lake.”
“Mmm … They do look like river cruise boats … perhaps they swap at each dam.”
A bit further on Draco saw something: “There’s the answer. See that cruiser it’s going into a lock.”
As they had been stopped at one of the many stations waiting for an oncoming train they watched the locking procedures commence before their train moved off.
The grey cloud was beginning to break up when their carriages stopped to be serviced at Regua; so the party alighted and caught the service train; travelling in a reserved coach as far as Pinhão. There they were met by the proprietor of an hotel and conducted down some steps into his establishment for lunch.
“Welcome to the Vintage House Hotel, Ladies and Gentlemen. After your luncheon and while it is settling we have a video to show you explaining the basics of modern wine making. It also expounds a short history of the area.”
Afterwards they went on a tour of the vineyards, some with fine views. Following that excursion was a wine tasting. This was in line with the pure-bloods tastes. Ronald was his usual boorish self, pulling Draco’s leg unmercifully when Harry’s partner adopted flowery wine tasting language. Although Harry kept silent, he had to agree with Ronald about not being able to recognise the supposed bouquets of the various vintages sampled. Dry, sweet and medium were easy to spot; so were the various colourings, but where the bon vivants found chocolate or honey flavours, Harry could taste little difference. Wisely he did not let on to his amour, not particularly desiring a complicated Draco lecture. He was also surprised at Dudley’s erudition about various vintages.
Emerging from the cellars they found that evening was drawing in. Dean and Seamus had drunk far too much, feeling thirsty and not wanting to spit any wine out. Draco scowled when they sang bawdy songs and weaved around on their way back up to the station. To mitigate the circumstances, Harry quietly admitted to his mate that he was also feeling light headed.
*At least you have a sense of decorum. Those two are definitely letting the side down,* Draco sent, as he disapprovingly steered the wobbly pair in the correct direction.
~~~ EVENING ~~~
Pinhao: 20.50 – Pochino: 22.00
The group made the train with five minutes to spare; and H&D thought they heard Fawkes snickering at the drunks’ antics.
All the meals that day had been one hour behind schedule, mainly because the timetable was so organised. Dinner was no exception being served on the move at nine o’clock. Siggy had put dumplings on the menu accompanying a delicious stew. Those delicacies helped to absorb some of the alcohol from the wine tasting. Harry, Dean and Seamus wisely stuck to soft drinks with their meal. Net result – no hangovers in the morning.
Pochino was as far as they went. There was time there to admire the view over the tight bends in the river which was half a mile away. They sat outside the station’s tavern on the platform sipping drinks and chatting.
“The line actually goes to Barca de Alva and from there into Spain,” Aggie explained: “I believe there are plans to re-open it. Occasionally a steam tourist train uses it. We decided against that; the line’s in a shocking state of repair, so we’d rather not risk our stock and your necks.”
~~~ WEDNESDAY 4^TH AUGUST ~~~
Pochino: 06.45 – Porto Camphanã: 10.20
It was a quiet night in the station followed by an early departure as they were getting up. The sky was cloudless and the mountain air clear. Some overnight rain showers had settled the dust and so breakfast was served on the balcony which was now at the back. The spectacular scenery on the southern bank passed by until, near Tua, they regained the northern bank via a newish bridge. Maggie showed them the route of the old line and explained that it had been diverted when this particular dam had flooded the valley below. As they passed the hotel they waved to the proprietor but continued onwards.
The train approached Porto and Maggie came in: “Friends, we are taking you all the way through to Porto São Bento station, which is nearer the city centre. However, after your visit to Portugal’s second city, you will be leaving from Camphanã station to continue our journey. As we agreed, this is a stroll-about day, however, we will meet you near the sports-dome with lunch, and Mr Dudley will ring us on his mobile when and if you want to come back for dinner. Here are the maps; they have most of the places of interest marked upon them.”
It was quite warm so light clothes were called for; the boys wore shorts with flowery cotton shirts and the girls sported light summer dresses.
“What’s that on your head, Draco?” Harry asked, giggling.
“A panama; here’s yours.”
There followed a short argument, but Draco had his way.
When the pair appeared on the train’s balcony, the other men rolled about in mirth.
“Have it your own way, Guys.” Draco looked peeved: “I know how strong the Iberian sun can get. As well as protecting my head it shades my eyes and I can use it as a fan.”
The girls came out, each affecting a very fetching parasol.
“Oh no!” Ronald groaned: “We look like a party from the deep south of America.”
“Ronald Weasley, what did you do with the hat I gave you?”
“You sound just like Mum. I did what I do when she gets pushy, ignored her quietly.”
“Don’t expect me to treat you for sunstroke, Husband. Draco’s right, cover your head.”
Very reluctantly Ronald went back for his boater. The other men shrugged, but by midday every male was wearing some sort of head protection, having paused in a quiet alley to Accio it.
They wandered through the narrow streets, admiring shops and the picturesque balconies; very pleased that they had the maps because the twisting byways seemed to turn back on themselves. Despite a few arguments Harry’s sense of direction and Draco’s map reading found the dome of the Crystal Palace sports centre; only it was now called the Rosa Mota Pavilion. It was cooler in there, and they watched various people training in the main arena. Afterwards Siggy met them by one of the fountains and, serenaded by the tinkling water, they ate lunch under the trees in the park of the original crystal palace.
Reinvigorated they found the Torre dos Clerigos. The girls looked at the two hundred steps in dismay. The boys thought the flight a test of their macho-ness; arriving red faced and soaked with sweat at the top. The view was worth it, as was the cooling breeze. They were, however, much more sedate when descending.
“Drraco Dahling!” boomed out when he appeared out of the tower’s exit: “So good of you to ask me to your extraordinary wedding. I see you are all honeymooning together.”
“Good afternoon Doña Doritos, nice to meet you again.” Draco reintroduced everyone and they received an invitation to the y’Azimbura Casa.
It was quite a walk because Doña Doritos wanted to show them the sights of Porto, most of which consisted of the many churches; an advantage on a hot day because they all had cool interiors, but boring after a time of so much similar architecture. Eventually they approached what seemed to be a terrace of run down housing. Passing through the illusion they arrived inside a grand house built, roman-style, around an inner courtyard. Its centrepiece was a trickling fountain surrounded by a wide deep pool. A vine-covered set of pergolas encircled that, affording shady seats and access to the pool. Each arcade of the main building had a delicately-scented brightly-flowered climbing plant trained up it, affording a dappled shade below and a delightful green vista from the first floor balconies. The walls on the inside of the arcade were tiled in blue and white azulejo tiles, all depicting episodes from the illustrious y’Azimbura family’s past.
House-elves rushed out with chilled lemon drinks, all of which were gratefully accepted by the perspiring young people. During their rest the Doña explained that her family could be traced back via Spanish forebears to the times of the Caesars.
She then remarked: “Well young ones, what are you waiting for. I expected you to jump in as soon as you saw it.”
“But we didn’t know if the fish would like it and we have no costumes.”
“Nonsense! The fish are entitled to have fun with us just as much as we do watching them. As for a costume; Gradate, our steward, tells me you swim au nature at the cottage, so what’s different here?”
The Doña accompanied her statement by undressing in one of the gazebos and jumping in. The precedent having been set, everyone else followed suit. Greg had overcome his inhibitions a long time ago; it was only Dudley who was reticent.
“Come along Husband, don’t let the side down, or I’ll undress you myself. If I do that, y’know, everyone will see how excited you are to be near me. You’re no longer that fat oaf that Harry once described; your farm work has muscled up that flabbiness. I shall count to three … One … Two …” ‘S-P---L---A----S-----H.’
Harry and Draco giggled quietly agreeing with Millie’s last statement. Dudley had lost a lot of the overhanging flabbiness; he was still well built, but it was bronzed muscle that had replaced the flaccid fat. Obviously his wife’s harangue had enthused Dudley for, what might have been still described as flaccid under normal circumstances, was visibly excited.
*Is all your clan so well endowed, Harry? He almost matches you for length and girth.*
*Do I get a hint of longing, Lover? Millie would have yours off if she thought you were ogling her new husband.*
*So … Is that your hand ghosting over my prick?*
*Look down; perhaps now we understand what our hostess meant by letting the fish have a play.*
*Merlin! That one’s going to bite mine off.*
*Relax; it’s a carp, they’re herbivores.*
*How do you know?*
*I’ve been instructed by Marianne; fishy habits can be very interesting.*
*Are you sure? Oh … Ooh … Ah … That feels good.*
*Um …U-u-u-u-h … Yes it does.*
The Blakes looked around; everyone seemed to be enjoying the same kind of sensation. Harry wondered what happened with the girls until he saw an eel wriggling by. Orgy over; fish and humans settled down to swimming and splashing. Later on they hauled out and sat nakedly under the gazebos chatting.
After an hour or so Dudley looked up, puzzled: “Erm … Doña Doritos, if we jump in again … Erm …”
“Not to worry young man, not until tomorrow at least. They’ve had their fill now. They like a change of diet every now and again and you’ve given the house-elves a well-earned rest.”
For once Ronald was perspicacious, he felt Hermione bristling about the suggested treatment of house-elves, and took her in an enormous hugging snog.
*Seems to be their way of distracting each other when things are likely to get awkward.*
Harry giggled at Draco’s barb and promptly engulfed his partner. Their example made a precedent for the others to follow.
“I feel almost envious of you all,” said the hostess, laughingly. “When you come up for air, maybe you’ll accept my invitation to dinner. Gradate has invited your elves to dinner in the elfin hall and the four train-crew will also be joining us at table. My guitar band will play for us afterwards.”
“Thank you Doña Doritos, we’d love to accept. Are we formal or informal?”
“In this heat, naked will do. However shorts and a light shirt would be acceptable.”
So it was; a number of delightful sea-fish dishes were served in the Portuguese style with a delicious compôte of oranges to follow. They relaxed afterwards with small glasses of blue Curacão, listening to some very handsome men playing and singing.
*I think they’re her paramours,* sent Draco: *she has a certain notoriety for sexual prowess.*
*So they must keep the fish happy too?*
*Probably, but they’ll keep the Doña happy first.*
Harry was, by now, very used to Draco’s tart little observations, so he winked at his smirking partner.
It was almost full moon and the silvery light playing on the water of the pool was very enticing and the music soulful. At Doña Doritos’s insistence they boarded four landaus to be horse drawn through the streets to Camphanã station. Their carriages had been attached to another sleeper train and it left at half past midnight.
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When she returned home the Doña spent a little time writing and then dispatched an owl.
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