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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.

Chapter List
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Adult masturbating a teenager, students masturbating a student, gang-bang, bidding for sex.)
~~~ BIRTHDAYS ~~~
When Draco arrived home he found a changed atmosphere. Voldemort was not there and his parents had been allowed to hold a delayed birthday party for their son. However, the following morning things returned to normal.
“Draco, Draco, wake up! The Dark Lord wants to see you.” His Mother was worriedly shaking his shoulder: “You overslept and he is becoming angry.”
That caught Draco’s attention, so after a speedy shower and grooming session he was accompanying his mother into the dreaded presence. They bowed their way into the study which Voldemort had appropriated for his own use. As they entered, Draco noticed that the desk had been cleared of all its usual accoutrements.
“Thank you, Narcissa, you may leave.” As the door closed Voldemort flicked his wand and Draco sensed a strong privacy charm being made: “Ah yes! Young Malfoy; it is time for you to make your vows of service to me. Is that correct?”
Draco swallowed hard, dreading what was to come next: “Yes My Lord.” There was little else he could reply with the monster’s wand pointing straight at his heart.
“Mmm … I sense some reluctance on your part. Mmm … I think a demonstration of that loyalty is in order. Don’t you.”
Draco felt very nervous: “My Lord …? Of course, My Lord.”
“Very well; take off your clothes.”
“All of them?”
“Every last stitch. What I have in mind requires you to be totally naked.”
Voldemort licked his lips as he watched Draco’s fresh pink flesh appear from under its coverings. Draco had heard that taking the dark mark required its recipient to be starkers for the ceremony. He wondered if he was going to be given the doubtful honour of being marked with that most coveted of death-eater symbols. He hoped it didn’t hurt too much.
The blond put his clothes neatly onto a chair and stood, trembling slightly, in front of the desk. Voldemort’s eyes hungrily devoured every inch of Draco’s torso; dwelling especially on the flaccid cock within its nest of golden curls. Draco registered that gaze and suddenly felt very dirty; hoping that whatever was going to happen would be soon over.
“Come here and lie with you back on the desk; legs apart and hands by your sides, palms upwards.”
Draco did as he was bid. Voldemort stood and looked down on the pale blond. “In Confibula Coerco Artae.”
Draco jumped and mewled as he felt his limbs confined and attached to the desk.
“Mmm … Very pretty!” Voldemort stroked the insides of Draco’s forearms: “I was going to give you the dark mark, but it does seem such a pity to scar that perfect skin; especially because of my plans for you. Now where else could I put it?”
This time the scaly hands were stroking Draco’s inner thighs very gently. Being one of Draco’s erogenous zones and, despite his fear, his disobedient prick started to react. The Dark Lord clocked it. The monster stopped what he was doing and chuckled. Draco shivered, that chuckle was full of menace and lascivious yearning. One hand travelled up the decreasing space between his legs until it cupped his balls. The other hand was removed and went to caress his stomach, circling slowly towards Draco’s hardening member.
“I see you like my ministrations; is that true?”
“Y-yes My Lord.”
Voldemort took Draco’s prick into his hand a gently played with it, buzzing all the right places to make Draco feel turned on.
“Has anyone done this to you before?”
Draco considered lying, but with that monster playing with his vulnerability he decided that truth was best: “Y-yes My Lord, you have.”
“Mmm … So, have you done this to anyone else?” Draco received an extra voluptuous feeling from the fingers.
“Ooh …!” Draco arched in response: “Yes My Lord.”
“Mmm … What about penetrating someone?” One of the beast’s fingers pressed against Draco’s entrance and he gasped.
“Oh-h-h-h!” Draco squeezed: “No My Lord; only masturbation in the dorm with the others and what you made me do last year.”
“And have you ever been penetrated?” The fingertip was now just inside Draco’s tight virgin sphincter.
Draco squirmed uncomfortably: “Please My Lord, I’m not ready; no one’s ever been in there except those billiard cues. I am told that that gift is for someone special in my life.”
“So you would allow me that privilege?”
Draco mentally kicked himself for falling into the trap. He dreaded the idea and wondered how to head off the monster’s carnal desires: “Yes-s-s My Lord, if you commanded me to do so, I would. However, I would plead that you went very carefully with me.”
The exploring finger removed itself and joined its partners fondling Draco’s balls. The other set of fingers gripped slightly harder and began to pump in earnest. Draco could feel his libido preparing for splash-out. Then all the titillation ceased. Voldemort regarded the blond’s bobbing boner and came to a decision.
“Please My Lord, finish me off, I’m so near.” Draco raised his hips and wiggled his bottom seductively.
“In a minute or so.”
Voldemort waved his wand around in intricate movements using words that sounded to Draco more like Welsh than Latin; he thought he heard a version of Potter’s name mentioned.
Voldemort held his hand out and pointed his wand at it with the other hand. A narrow shiny metal ring appeared in the open hand.
He looked at Draco: “Instead of the mark I shall give you this enchanted ring.”
“Thank you, My Lord, I’m honoured.” Draco stared at the circlet; it was too big for a finger and too small for a wrist. Although he suspected where it was going from the Vincent/Dementor incident, Draco asked innocently: “Where do you wish me to wear it?”
“Let me show you,” Voldemort answered with a leer.
The Dark Lord grabbed Draco’s stem and placed the metal loosely around it; so that the loop sank towards his scrotum. Draco screamed twice – once each time that a ball was squeezed through the ring. More words from the Dark Lord had the ring snug beneath the blond’s balls. As Draco watched it, it disappeared, but he could still feel its constriction.
“Like the dark mark this will smart when I want you.” Voldemort touched the invisible ring and Draco gasped as it sent a small shock through his gonads: “You may call me, as my faithful ones do, by touching your wand to it. However, if you disobey me this is what will happen.” The creature touched his wand to the ring again.
Draco cried out. His balls were on fire; at least they felt like it. His father had ‘Crucioed’ him more than once, but this pain was much worse and very concentrated. All his muscles spasmed and his bum beat a tattoo on the desk top. He wanted to ask for it to stop, but he was unable to school his throat into making anything but a scream.
The torture stopped: “I take it that you understand me, Draco?”
“Y-yes-s Mas-ster – please – n-no more,” Draco croaked.
“Not even being finished off, as you put it?”
Draco looked at his nether regions and was surprised to see his mast still bobbing and eager. As the realisation took hold, all the lascivious feelings returned: “Hmm … Well … I would like completion, please.”
“Very well.” Voldemort started the light caresses and buzzing again – something that Draco did not want – he wanted heavy pumps. “You have three special missions for me. The first is to devise a way to kill Dumbledore without suspicion falling back on me. Failure to follow my instructions will result in the death of your mother and father. D’you understand?”
Draco felt horrified: “Yes My Lord … And the others?”
“The second is to repair a pair of vanishing cabinets; one is at Borgin and Burkes and the other somewhere in Hogwarts. You must search for it.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
The third task is to seduce Harry Potter; subverting him so that I may easily kill him. To this end you may subvert his colleagues sexually or in any other way appropriate, as you see fit. Mutual masturbation is allowed as well as its many interesting variants including using lips and tongues; however, you must not penetrate or be penetrated by anyone else but him.” Voldemort was now pumping hard and Draco’s balls were ready to give of their best: “If you do, this is what will happen.”
Draco arched, enjoying his release, but as the second sperm squirted it turned into fire. The horrible sensation returned to include his whole stem and glans. Draco screamed himself hoarse and then screamed some more. His body gave an all-enveloping spasm and he passed out.
~~~ BEDROOM ~~~
Draco woke in his bed with a raging hard-on. Fuzzily he applied his digits to the problem wondering if it all had been a dream. As he reached fruition he felt the ring contract slightly and then eased. As he came down from his high he realised that the pulse was probably the ring checking that he was not physically connected to anyone. He also felt that his cock had expanded slightly.
Draco became very used to that feeling each time his sperm was released and, wonder upon wonder, he was gaining points on the gauging scale, more than could be normally expected.
~~~ POTTER’S CONTEMPLATION ~~~
In the weeks at Privet Drive before his sixteenth birthday Harry spent much time in his room. When he could he sneaked a book from his trunk and read it. A couple of times Uncle Vernon had nearly caught him; so now Harry was lying on his bed reviewing his time at Hogwarts and the forthcoming term at the academy. Thinking about Ronald and Hermione made him realise that those two’s relationship was probably more than just friends. This led to his failed liaison with Cho and his budding attraction towards Ginevra. When that happened, his scar smarted, not as bad as when Voldemort was angry, but enough to make it feel uncomfortable. He experimented and found that the scar reacted most when he thought about the monster. It also smarted when he became angry about Malfoy and his father. Those feelings he could find a rational reason for, but thinking amorously about girls also brought a sharp prickle; that was very mystifying.
After the rescue and whilst at the Burrow, Harry explored his relationship with Ginevra, the more he became involved, the more his scar stung. Harry supposed that the sting was something to do with naughty thoughts and it was one of the things that helped him to make the decision, sometime later, to break with his latest girlfriend before going Horcrux hunting.
Harry became very used to that feeling each time he was with, or thought about Ginevra.
~~~ DIAGON ALLEY ~~~
It was not the dark mark that Draco showed to Borgin but a rolled manuscript. Draco had not looked inside it when Voldemort gave it to him and, by the horrified look on the proprietor’s face, the Slyth was glad he had not peeped. After that, the man was very co-operative about the vanishing cabinet repairs.
~~~ HOGWARTS EXPRESS ~~~
Harry spied on the Slytherins from the luggage rack.
Lying down, Draco’s well cut clothes revealed a growing erection as Pansy caressed his hair. Harry developed a matching one, trying hard not to reveal himself as he adjusted its position. His prick hardened even more when he realised that the outline of Draco’s prick had grown noticeably larger, almost matching his own.
Theodore came into the compartment: “Well done Pansy, you may open his flies now.”
Only when he tried to protest did Draco realise he was under thaumic restraint. Pansy smiled at him and popped the top button of his pants. Slowly she undid his zip, before Millicent tugged his trousers down. Soon his rampancy was revealed for the girls to play with. He came at much the same time that the concealed Gryff did. Only the girls used the spent spunk to continue their massage. Draco squealed and struggled as his hypersensitive parts were repeatedly caressed; much to the girls’ gratification.
After the train had stopped and, drawing down the blinds, Draco revealed his taut buttocks through his well-tailored trousers as he bent down to search in his trunk. Harry felt his prick harden at the sight.
The time-wasting ploy over, Draco looked maliciously up at the luggage rack: “Incarcerous, Mobiliarbus!” Harry fell to the floor as we know …
“… But while I’ve got you here.” Draco bent down and parted Harry’s knees: “We can become special friends as we were in London that time.” Harry’s zip came down and Draco flipped out Harry’s still aroused cock. Draco caressed the stem for a few seconds: “Well, well, Potter, who’d have believed you wanted me that much.” Harry was still petrified from the hex and could not respond.
“NO? Of course, we could still be enemies,” Draco slapped Harry’s hard-on: “And anyway you didn’t hear anything I care about …”
… When Tonks released the binding spell Harry’s todger shrank back out of sight and in mopping the blood off himself he managed to surreptitiously zip up …
~~~ POTIONS LESSON ~~~
When Malfoy looked hopeful about winning the Felix Felicis, Harry caught the blond winking slyly at him. Harry’s cock gave a little flip and he knew with almost certainty why the Slyth wanted the lucky potion. Harry remembered briefly what it was like having Draco’s cock in his hand, remembering his prick in Draco’s as well. However, Harry dismissed the thought as he applied himself to the ‘Living Death’ potion.
As they left the room Draco winked at Harry and mouthed ‘I’m available’ and sashayed sexily up the corridor. Harry watched for a couple of seconds, shook his head and followed Hermione in the other direction.
In bed that night during his ‘relief’ time Harry had two conflicting images in his fantasy. His scar prickled when he imagined Ginevra next door to him, but it did not when he imagined Draco near. In his post-coital musing Harry was bemused by this juxtaposition; thinking that the adventure with Draco was finished.
~~~ SLUGHORN’S PARTY ~~~
Before Snape whisked Draco away, Draco saw Harry staring at him.
“So, Potter, do you like what you see?” Draco ran his hands down his abdomen and momentarily displayed a full clothed lunch pack for Harry’s delectation.
Harry’s libido lurched: “You don’t look too well, Malfoy. Sleeping badly?”
A momentary smile lit Draco’s face, something that transformed it: “I’m pining away in lust for someone, Potter. Perhaps you have the cure?” Draco’s eyes wandered suggestively down the green-eyed one’s torso.
Harry’s private thoughts were confused by another feeling and he felt his bulge beginning to blossom. It collapsed again as Snape whisked Draco away. Harry had the urge to follow in case they were plotting. Not that he got a chance to find out when Draco flounced away from Snape after their argument. Harry recalled later that, although partially aroused, there was no scar-prickle when he was near Draco.
~~~ APPARITION ~~~
When Draco noticed Harry behind him in their first apparition lesson he smiled grimly: “Ogling my bottom now are you, Potter? I feel quite gratified. You know, with a little application we could both apparate into the same hoop, then you’d be able to stroke it for me, as if by accident.”
Harry saw various neighbours listening in and decided that this was not the time for flirting: “Your provocation is not going to work, Malfoy, even if I had the desire. Such public propositioning is not the way into my trousers.”
“So-o-o … In private you might?”
Harry’s answer was cut short by Susan splinching herself and people’s morbid curiosity thereat.
~~~ LATER ON ~~~
The ‘in private’ idea was soon squashed when Harry met Draco with the two girls in the corridor.
“I see you’re choosing privacy for some nooky with girls, Malfoy; whilst I distract everyone’s attention by playing Quidditch; so much for your flirting with me.” Harry called out as Draco disappeared around the corner. In fact, Harry was relieved; he could not deal with his conflicting feelings about Malfoy and Ginevra.
Draco was furious and tried to take it out on his two transformed companions; realising that his ‘bedding Potter’ campaign had had one big set-back. This backfired and Vincent soon had Draco begging him to stop torturing his gonads.
As far as Harry was concerned, this sorted things out. The elves report of Draco’s hiding in the room of requirement just confirmed Draco’s lack of further interest in Harry. Harry thought that Draco was probably having illicit nooky with some girl or other and his sidekicks were the lookouts.
~~~ BATHROOM FRACAS ~~~
… Looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.
Harry reached forward, all sympathy: “Malfoy, I don’t know what’s bothering you but you seem very upset. I know we’re enemies, but I’d like to help if possible.”
Draco’s ring twitched: ‘at least I might have one success,’ he thought. He turned and smiled through his tears: “Thank you for being so thoughtful.”
Draco lurched slightly. Harry thought the Slyth was going to fall and grabbed hold of him. Just what Draco had at that minute planned. Draco sniffed and started weeping again, clinging on to Harry and burying his head on Harry’s shoulder.
Harry was nonplussed at this, but remembered Hermione clinging to him when she was distraught about Ronald and Lavender. Harry’s hands went around Draco’s shoulder and he began to gently pat Draco’s back; murmuring soothing sounds.
Draco managed to make great gulps of air between smaller sniffles and sobs; each time he gulped his hands moved imperceptibly down Harry’s torso. Within ten minutes Draco’s hands were on Harry’s waist; gripping each time a fake sob escaped the blond’s lips.
Harry felt slightly uncomfortable because those mixed feelings were raising their heads again, although without the prickle. However, his Gryff attitude about helping others managed to swamp any possible budding lasciviousness. He also felt that, by showing sympathy, he might find out what Draco had been plotting.
Draco knew he had to excite Harry’s libidinous feelings somehow. His cunning mind came up with a solution. He gave an enormous shudder; altering his stance and his hands in Harry’s waistband area. Now the hands were front and back.
“Thank you, Potter, I’m surprised that you would ever care for someone who is your enemy,” Draco looked into Harry’s green orbs, tried a wan smile and a sorrowful sniff.
“I’m only an enemy of what you do, Malfoy, and the people who cause you to behave in that atrocious way. You seem to have got yourself into a fix, can I help? You know we almost became friends a few years ago.” Harry looked earnestly back into the teary grey eyes, only a few inches away.
“Just letting me cry on your shoulder … Hmm … Harry … Has helped, thank you.”
“You just used my first name again!” Harry looked at the blond in shock. For some reason Harry felt that Malfoy was trying to outmanoeuvre him and became wary, trying to distance himself gently.
“Well … [Draco gave a gulp] you were being so understanding … [Draco tried a winning smile; wiggling his hands a bit] so I thought that maybe …”
Harry now felt very uncomfortable, especially when the Malfoy digits started their tattoo so close to his private area: “… Maybe what, Malfoy?” Harry stuck with it; still hoping to find out what the Slyth was up to.
“Hmm … Maybe a little recompense was in order?” Draco’s hand slid inside the loose waistband of Harry’s trousers.
Harry pulled back, shocked: “That was not part of the deal, Malfoy! Never again! ‘Levicorpus!’” and flicked his wand.
Then ensued the fight, with Harry’s Sectumsempra and Draco’s near-death experience.
~~~ HOLIDAY? ~~~
Draco was required to go home for Beltane after he had repaired the vanishing cabinets. Voldemort demanded to see him. Lucius, who was in disgrace yet again, was made to comply. Despite some misgivings, Draco dutifully answered his father's summons. Arriving at the manor he was dismayed by the disarray surrounding him. Going to his suite of rooms he found Voldemort occupying them. Draco had to occupy the third guest suite; definitely a step down, but Sonny had all his clothes there arrayed reasonably. He was served dinner in his own room - not too bad but inferior by the Malfoys’ usual standards. Sonny was apologetic and explained that times were hard; especially for the elves. So, Draco shared some of his meal with his famished personal-elf.
Then came the summons to the dread presence. Draco neatened himself in the mirror and chose a suitable dark cloak. It had been fashioned to split from the rear trimming to flare out dramatically; like his Godfather's gown. Draco swished as he walked along to the ballroom which served as Voldemort's throne room. He bowed as he entered and then stood awaiting the monster's pleasure.
"... You have failed me yet again, Lucius. You must learn that losing three more of my loyal troops does not go unpunished. You have heard, no doubt, that the sins of the father are visited on his sons even to the sixth generation. Now you will see it in action." Voldemort looked up: "Come here boy."
~~~ IN BED ~~~
Harry was groaning and dreaming, Voldemort was gloating, Harry suddenly became aware of the throne-room and its inhabitants and a proud Draco approaching the throne with his cape flaring. But Harry did not feel the usual concomitant sexual urges only cold determination from Voldemort.
"Ah yes, Draconius, isn't it?"
"Yes My Lord."
"Come stand by me, you're nearly of age now, Draconius, to please yourself without your father's restrictions."
"Thank you, My Lord ..."
"... Don't interrupt, Boy. And accept my decrees. It seems that your father has failed me yet again. So, he has to learn that it effects other members of his family."
Draco felt Voldemort's hand entering travelling through a slit in his cloak and sliding down inside the back of his trousers. He flinched when he felt the fingers on his bottom and then the seams gave away.
"Don't pull away, Boy." Voldemort pinched and patted the now bare flesh. "I can assure you all that he owns a nice soft arse; much like his fathers used to be. Turn around, Boy. Let them see your cheeks and what they hide."
As Draco reluctantly turned and, because the stitching had parted, he felt his trousers and his under-drawers slide down his legs. A hex separated his buns and lifted the flap in his cloak to expose his taut alabaster buttocks, his golden-haired channel and his winking pink rosebud.
"Eminently fuckable, don't you think, Wormtail?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"You can have a go a little later."
"Thank you, My Lord. I can also see the silver hairs at the back of his dangling balls.
There were jeers and other rude comments from the crowd.
When Draco had turned, Voldemort's hand had remained. Now it was squeezing his package which was rapidly expanding.
"May we see all of him, My Lord?"
"In a moment, Judson." Draco's dong protruded between Voldemort's fingers; shining pink and quite obviously hard. "Oh dear ... He's less well-endowed than my Harry ... What was his last score, Severus?"
"Eighty-five-point-five when he was gauged two days ago, My Lord."
"And this one?" Voldemort shook the blond's stiff prick.
"Seventy-five- point-five, My Lord."
"So we need to give him ten, to make them equal. Highest bidder services him first ... I bid three."
There was a deathly silence.
"Come on, come on, what are you waiting for, he's delectable." More of Draco's clothes dropped off.
"My Lord, we need to see all of the goods."
"Mmm ... Good idea Wormtail ... Well, Boy, remove your clothes slowly - like a stripper."
"Y-yes, M-my L-lord." Nervously Draco stepped out of the dropped trousers and undershorts. Then he bent down to remove his shoes and socks. He felt a whirling sensation and realised that he was now in the centre of circle of gawping death-eaters displaying his arse, with nowhere to hide his modesty. He seemed to be on a slowly revolving turntable and things only grew worse as he straightened to remove his remaining upper garments. With his arms in the air pulling them off, someone wrapped magical cords around them, as had happened previously. Blinded by his shirt and stretched upright he was vulnerable to any hand that cared to fumble or stroke. He soon had a rosy bottom from the light slaps and caressing plus a rigid hard-on rapidly growing scarlet. He felt the ropes come off and the clothes melt away and instantly went to cover himself.
"Hands on your hips, Boy, like a model showing off a dress."
"Y-yes, M-my L-lord."
"Now mince around like a model, twirling for any client who requires it, and waiting to allow them to feel the quality."
Draco's blush started in his face and slowly diffused all his body as he did a catwalk around the death-eaters and their mauling hands. He ended up in front of his father, who refused to touch his son.
"Go on Lucius, stroke his buns, caress his cock and cane his arse. From what I hear, you have done it before in private and he responds. So why be so reticent?"
Lucius sounded shocked: "But, My Lord ..."
"... But nothing, get on with it."
Lucius shrugged, drew forth his cane and slapped Draco hard on his bum. He then stroked where he had hit and his other hand caught his son's genitals. He held the teenager still whilst further blows marked purple stripes onto the flushed, naked flesh. Each time a blow fell Draco jerked forward, wantonly displaying his golden balls and stiff scarlet prick. Each time Lucius stroked the now bruised arse-cheeks. Each time Draco felt more turned-on.
"You may stop now, Lucius. We don't want blood yet."
Lucius nodded glumly and put the cane away, but still gripped Draco's dong; which was rapidly turning purple and shiny. Voldemort leaned over and rubbed a finger over Draco's glans making him squirm and gasp. So, more fingers followed whilst the blond shivered and shook in dreadful delight. The torture stopped only when Draco appeared to be preparing to shoot-his-load. The panting participant, still with his hands on his hips, minced into the centre and stood on the revolve whilst the bidding started. Naturally Voldemort was first with his three points, Judson next with two-and a half, Peter just won the final half point. Now all that had to happen was for Draco to fulfil the pledges.
First came the points. Every successful bidder pointed his wand at Draco's purple prick which swelled uncomfortably to match Harry's size. Voldemort fucked Draco, but Judson was only allowed to ride his crack, some of the others wanted to be thrilled and presented their bottoms. Once, Draco was the filling in the sandwich with two bidders enjoying themselves.
And Harry saw all this in his dream-state.
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