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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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Chapter List
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(earlier mutual non penetrative sex, later – preliminaries before the full blown act.)
~~~ REVELATIONS ~~~
After much practice and with potions help from Severus, Harry had managed to control the geas Voldemort had set upon him. There was a time, in the railway carriage, when he found relief because Draco wanked him. That had made him able to reset his control over the geas. At some time Voldemort had realised that Harry had managed to set aside the compunction. This was one of the reasons that the Dark Lord had made Draco and Lucius act in a sexual way towards each other. It had overcome the Gryff's control. Thus, in his dream Harry’s prick swelled up and he had emissions.
He woke up to find that he also was the filling in a sandwich. Riding Seamus and being ridden by Dean. All three of them came to a mutually satisfying climax.
Harry was puzzled about being the middle of the sexual sandwich: "Okay, you Guys, how come?"
"We were the only ones in the dorm, in fact we still are. When you started to convulse we came over to calm you, as usual when you have a Voldie dream," explained Dean: "It was one of those, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Blondie and his dad were the centre of attention."
"We sort of guessed it, because you kept shouting his name," continued Seamus: "Then you grabbed me and pushed your lovely big baby-maker along my crack. Not that I'm objecting one bit. I've longed to feel it riding me and now I know. It was awesome and I look forward to a repeat performance, maybe even fucking me one day. Yours is the same width as My Love's, but longer. Nice for a change but not for every day."
"Fine ... Now Dean, what's your excuse?"
"We-e-ell, opportunity, jealousy and you grabbing my balls and saying: 'I'll screw them off, if you don’t ride me properly’."
"Oh, that's what Meredith said to Blondie when he misunderstood what the deathie wanted. Except he wanted fucking."
Seamus looked puzzled: "Do y' mean some of them like being fucked."
"Yes, just like you."
"Oh, I thought I was odd liking that."
"I told you, you weren't Love."
"Yes I know, but I thought ...?"
Harry looked pensive: "I think I might like it either way; 'specially if it were Blondie doing it. I wonder what it feels like being properly buggered."
“Do you want to try? It supposed to be special between committed lovers.”
“Have you two done then?”
"Not yet, but lots of people do, Harry ... Erm ... do you mind if we snuggle like this."
"You mean stroking and chatting without getting hot."
"Yes."
"Um ... Why not. Neither of you are hard nor soft, same as me, so we're stroking other parts as well."
"Sometimes Dean and I finger each other, just lightly, it helps us to feel sleepy."
"Not tried that. Show me, please?" Harry enjoyed the light rubbing and tried it out on Dean.
They were talking about different positions when Harry stopped them: "Voldie's getting excited again," and lapsed into a trance.
~~~ GEAS ~~~
Draco was stretched akimbo, held down on a table. Voldemort had a finger in the blond's anus. Despite the awkward position, Draco looked dreamy – just as Harry had felt with Dean’s fingers there – The beast was also maintaining the captive's cock at full strength, very disappointed that Draco had not yet seduced Harry.
"I place this geas upon you, Draconius Abraxas Malfoy, you will lust after Harry James Potter and ...."
"... Yes, Master." Draco sat up suddenly: "Where is he?"
Voldemort looked peeved, but continued: "You are to seduce him to our side, Draconius; understand?"
"Yes, My Lord ... To our side."
Voldemort nodded a satisfaction he did not feel - Harry got the feeling that the seduction bit should have been in the geas bit and then woke up.
~~~ BACK IN THE DORM ~~~
Harry explained what had happened.
"Have you read 'The Willing Slave' yet? The book that professor Lupin recommended?"
"No, I'm still waiting for a copy to become available."
"Well, it's a story about a guy with a geas; like you or Blondie seem to have. Only it's annotated by the author, like a text book,” said Dean: “I liked it because, as well as being a good yarn, you learn a lot at the same time."
“It’s a sort of dirty book, is it?” asked Harry
Seamus nodded affirmatively: "We have a copy and we’ve read it together. More than once."
“About gay things then?”
Dean gave him a withering look: "Not necessarily. What I’m getting at, is that the interruption ceased the incantation. So, most probably, the last bit was an instruction, and thus more easily broken, whereas the first bit has a thaumic binding. If Dumbles thought you had a geas, I'll accept that. Although the way of applying it was very casual. From what you say, Blondie’s is a proper geas. Read through the book and see what you think."
"Um ... Thanks Guys … I think?”
“I will admit it’s a bit raunchy in places. We borrowed it when we thought you had a crush on Blondie. It’s quite an eye-opener.”
Dean produced the book out of his chest.
There were no other surprises that night, except for Harry staying up reading ‘The Willing Slave’ well into the early hours of the morning. Learning about geas, struck a chord with him, and he resolved to go into the subject deeper.
~~~ PLANNING ~~~
The following morning, Harry reported the happening to both Dumbledore and embarrassedly McGonagall, because when he arrived at the office they both were there. The headmaster asked the headmistress for her opinion.
"Dean put it quite succinctly. With you it's behaving like a geas, and we're controlling it like a geas. So, we suppose it is one." Minerva pulled a face: "Basically, whoever gets in first destroys the other one's instructions so we must alter tactics. As to the geas themselves I think yours is the weaker."
Harry looked at the headmaster, who was nodding amiably and then suggested some books about geas for Harry to study.
"When does the blond return, Albus?"
"Due tonight, Minerva."
"Then we must intercept him and have him in Poppy's domain; under sedation if necessary. When is your next joint lesson, Harry?"
"Um ... Potions after break tomorrow."
Minerva's tight smile broadened: "Severus will love this. Partner you two up, no potions, prepared to send you out if you get too frisky. If you complete the lesson, then you will be asked to report here and we could have that special bedroom available, could we, Headmaster?"
"You naughty, Headmistress, you. Condoning sex between the students, nay even facilitating it. I think we might contrive to have Blondie slightly muddled to begin with. Do you understand, Harry?"
"Um ... You mean ... So, I can get in there first."
Minerva winced and Albus smiled benignly: "Exactly, My Boy. After all, you've been waiting the longest, haven't you? So, to be fair, you should be first ... I have a slight suspicion that Blondie would prefer that ... Talking to his Godfather, I understand that the young man in question, is not very happy with his situation. If his father cuts up rough, we do have certain legal precedents for denying his authority now he's almost reached his sixteenth birthday."
"But I haven't, Sir."
"Less than two months? I doubt your guardians would care that much to mount a challenge."
"Uncle gets enraged about nancie-boys, you know."
"I get enraged about paedophiles," put in Minerva: "Or, at least, I can do if necessary. Why you let it go on, Albus, I will never know."
"We've had this discussion before, Minerva ... Lesser of two evils ... In fact, it might draw our two together."
"You mean, D-Blondie has been interfered with by his father?"
"Yes, Harry, and beaten bloody as well. In post-coital bliss, you might share some memories."
Minerva looked shocked: "Really ... Headmaster!"
"Don't be so prim and proper, Minerva. What we are planning is a homosexual seduction, with some form of partnership at the end ... Like Dean and Seamus."
"Yes, but that was mutual. Harry and D-that boy would be forced."
"All's fair in love and war, Minerva. Make no doubt of it, now Voldie's back, we are at war and we need allies and spies."
It was Harry's turn to look shocked: "You mean you see me and him becoming friends?" he asked incredulously.
"That's a possibility, despite your arguments you have a lot in common and enough differences to keep the partnership - if you can call it that - interesting. After all, you did have that liaison with him at the Leaky Cauldron."
"How did you know that? It was meant to be a secret.”
Before Albus answered there was a knock on the door and, when bid, Severus appeared: "Just the people I needed to see. Planning something naughty, were you?"
"Minerva thinks so."
Severus scowled a Harry: "I should have guessed. Before anything happens, I have my godson with me in my rooms and we have had a long conversation ..."
"... Before you tell us the gory details, Severus; Harry was there in a Voldie dream and saw the sexual goings-on and the broken geas."
"Thanks, Albus. That explains Potter's presence here. Blondie's been told to seduce him; however, he's rational about it, reluctant to carry it out and wants to talk to Potter about it, if possible. I did let on that your Gryffindor was under an equivalent compunction about the sexual side of things, but had no instructions. I imagine your plans included the special room and that would suit our plans too."
"Civilised talk would be my preference, Albus,” Minerva suggested: “How is your charge, Severus?"
"Well rested and bright, trying manfully to keep his Libido in check. Much as Harry does." Severus turned to Harry: "You have my admiration, young man, for keeping the urge to attack away from my charge. In similar circumstances your father gave in and attacked me, as you nearly saw once in my memories."
"Thank you, Professor. So, that's why the painful lessons stopped. I would like to try to talk to Blondie too. Is he happy to be called that?"
"Yes, in return he offers 'Specky' as your nickname."
"I can live with that. Cousin Dudley calls me that when he's being friendly, so I will respond positively, but no touching please. Skin to skin would definitely set me off.”
Albus chuckled and rubbed his hands gleefully: "It must come to that fairly soon."
Minerva scowled: "Albus, control your libido."
"Sorry, Minerva," the headmaster looked contrite, but there was still a twinkle in his eyes. "No time like the present then."
"Are you not going to appoint a chaperone?"
"No Minerva, I am not. Either of you two would be biased, and I'm too earthy to be any good. You know we leak information, so let's keep it as low key as possible. Harry, if either of you want witnesses, please let us know. It might be advisable for someone to see the final act of conjunction - people that understand, mind you. Ronald would be far too biased, and so would Theodore."
"I will keep that in mind, Headmaster. Please may we get on with it, I'm beginning to quiver in anticipation of this living nightmare ending."
"Very well. Minerva, will you escort Harry and Severus you do the honours for your Godson. No doubt he quivers in expectation too."
CONFERENCE
It took longer because Harry wanted to look neat. Draco was in much the same funk too. Then there were instructions to give.
Carefully orchestrated, four people entered the room simultaneously but from different sides.
"May I present Blondie?"
"May I present Specky?"
Both participants bowed to each other and made an obvious movement to place their wands on the shelves provided. Their sponsors indicated two comfortable chairs about a yard apart and equal distance from their wands and the fire. The two adults then retired.
Harry felt awkward, but decided to break the silence: "I had a vision last night, M-Blondie, and saw most of what happened to you. Some of it disgusted me and some excited me."
"Oh!" Draco cleared his throat: "Hmm ... I too have been told, in great detail, what happened to you some time ago. How in Merlin's name did you keep it in check, afterwards?"
Harry smiled slightly: "Potions, Incantations, a quidditch box and wanking furiously."
"Thank you for being so careful. Are you still sore? I know that I am. My box is padded with medicated cotton wool ... Hmm ... Enough or we'll be attacking each other."
"I agree ... Um ... You wanted to talk?"
"Yes please, confess really ... Hmm ... I have had certain feelings about you for some time before my recent incident. That incident scared the hell out of me. I have no wish to return to my father's jurisdiction. Uncle Severus has promised to keep me as safe as he can, but he has a job to do – not here, but in that beast's court. I expect you know what I mean. I have only just heard about it."
"As a spy, maybe even a counter-spy. Depending how you look at it. Very dangerous job that."
"He's recruited my mother and wants me to help too."
"Do you want to?"
"There are some fleshly advantages,” Draco quirked his eyes at Harry: “And my heart says it's the right thing to do, but I'm very much afraid. Especially if I am required to return."
"Tell me about it, I have to go up against that beast, single handed and eliminate him. I'm scared out of my wits."
"You have friends to help, don't you?"
"Yes, three or four I can rely on, but they'll be no good in the final showdown, according to The Prophesy."
"Oh ... Hmm ... Are you sure you'll win?"
"No. I'm not a trained combat wizard, neither do I have the experience of combat. However, I do have an extraordinary amount of luck. More than is possibly explained by coincidence."
"Yes, I've seen that. What Voldie does stinks to high heaven and my father abets him. I think I'd rather back your luck and your friends. Under that beast's reign no-one will be safe."
"So, do I suppose you're a willing convert?"
Draco chuckled ruefully: "No, an unwilling one, bowing to circumstances; who might even get some enjoyment out of the process - at least some release from this awkward tension."
"Awkward tension - more like overweening compulsion, for me."
"Fair enough, but what of the consequences?"
"Some relief, a lot of political manoeuvring, Voldie thwarted, but hopefully without knowing it, at least for some time; and you, with some caring support for a change."
"Terrified as I am, I shall have to risk it. Any idea of the timing of the final battle?"
"Sorry, none at all, The Prophesy was very vague about that."
"So you've heard it?"
"Not in actuality - just someone’s recalling of it. I'm not sure he told me everything."
"Hmm ... Dumbles is like that ... Voldie's even worse."
"I never said it was Dumbles."
"Really?" Draco looked incredulous. "But I bet it was ... Hmm ... Better not tell me, especially as I may have to attend Voldie's court and he's an expert legillimens."
"According to Snape you're good at blocking, I'm hopeless."
"Probably because of the kind of household I was brought up in ... Hmm ... We're skating around the real issue, aren't we?”
"Yes I suppose we are ... Do we grab each other, strip and hope for the best?"
"Perhaps later ... Maybe just a little planning so you ravish me first and destroy Voldie's instructions. Then I want my turn."
"Agreed, by bum's been itching for your attentions forever, at least it feels like that. Dumbles and co have suggested that we have witnesses we can trust."
"Blaise is the only one on my side. My two toughs are there more to keep me in line. As for Theo, I think he has a direct line to Voldie - Ooh, I do like that nickname, so-o-o irreverent."
"Fine, I don’t want Herms, reliable yes, but somewhat prurient. Now Ron would forget and blurt it out in the wrong company. He's only just got over me sharing a bed with Seamus and Dean - that was the night of your induction - and I'm still worried he'll say something inappropriate. Neville keeps his mouth shut but is forgetful occasionally."
"So you choose your gay friends, do you? Perhaps they might like to stay on afterwards?"
"I'm sure they would. Have you thought of a partner for Blaise?"
"Hmm ... Yes ... He used to be soft on Justin."
"I like his choice, nice bloke that, good body, close-mouthed, honest and dependable. So … Tactics?"
"Hmm ... Good guys first ... Then when I'm doing you, the bad guys see it, and we make out it is the first time."
"Fine by me!"
~~~ THE GROUP ADDS ~~~
Draco and Harry discussed their plans to carry out their mutual deflowering.
"As it will be the light first and the dark following, although Voldie will think it the other way round there’s no need to pretend."
"Very good ... Hmm ... Any idea how to organise it?"
"Sort of, please listen: H: *Can you hear me*?"
"Merlin, that was loud how did you learn that? It was much clearer than after the garden incident?"
"Um … Yes, well, our group has been practicing what we tried out then. But it seems clearer and is probably one of the bits of magic Voldie enhanced when he was reborn."
"Can you pass it on? I'd love to learn."
"Dumbles thinks that sending is a gift from an aggressor after he's failed to kill you and that's why I can experience Voldie's sendings. Also, Blaise seems to be an enhancer, at least, whilst we’re inside the Hogwarts wards. Look, I'm very sorry about the Sectumsempra incident, but that near-death experience, has probably increased your receptiveness. However, I'm not quite convinced; there have been odd times since the graveyard when I thought I heard other sendings, but they were very vague. So, it’s possible that like Parseltongue was only supposed to be inherited, but Ron seems to have the ability to learn it."
"Oh ... Yes, I see. Well I heard you quite easily; go on; see if you can call up Blaise."
H: *Blaise Zabini, can you hear me? I’m inside your head*. Harry repeated the message three times. Second time he added: *I'm not hiding nearby, it’s a mental message*. Third time he sent: *Don't say the reply, only think it*.
B: *Is that you Harry*?
Draco shuddered and gripped the chair's arms.
H: *Yes. In this domain, I am Specky and our mutual friend is Blondie. For safety's sake, you see*.
B: *Is Blondie with you*?
D: *Yes I am, Zappem, and gripping the chair to avoid attacking Specky*.
B: *Sorry ... Erm ... Marmaduke Montmerency, Blondie ... Marmaduke Montmerency ... Feeling better now?"
H: *Yes he is, Blondie's stopped quivering and jumping around, Zappem. Are you called that because someone failed to kill you recently*?
B: *Yes. My so-called loving mother when I got in the way of her pursuing a new husband, Specky. Plus, the previous incident when you rescued me from the Slyth mob*.
D: *That's his story Specky, the real reason is that he hates insects of all kinds and uses his wand to zap them*.
B: *Ignore Blondie ... Erm ... what do you want*?
H: *To see you, confidentially*.
B: *This feels strange, although Dumbles thought I'd been given the gift. Is it about that certain blond friend of mine, or something else*?
H: *Yes, him. We would like you to come and talk to us. Third floor corridor. Portrait of three green dressed witches. Stand in front and wait for one to ask you what you want. Only say: 'I am expected.' Repeat once only to each one. Do not answer any other question they put, just stand silent and look hopeful. I am told they can be extremely personal, do not rise to their bait*.
B: *Got it, see you in a bit. Probably blushing all over*.
While they waited, much the same message was sent to Dean and Seamus. Whilst waiting Harry explained that it was Seamus's Mother who had chased the pair out of the Fortress making death-threats. "She found out they were gay and 'practicing perverted dark acts, especially designed to bring down the wrath of God, via Voldemort'. She tried to hex Seamus's prick to repel Dean. Instead it does exactly the reverse."
Dean was the first to arrive, he was giggling. "Hi, You two ... Seamus is having another go. The green ladies asked to see his cock, so he unzipped and showed them. They admired it and so did Blaise, who happened along at much the same time. He got carried away and the two of them went into the curtained cupboard opposite. I thought it wise to tell you why they might be a bit late."
"I never thought of Zappem being so forward."
"So that’s the game, is it? Irish has some sort of geas on his glans - his mother pronounced it when she caught us at it. I'm used to it by now, but it was new to Blaise. I think it's something to do with our skin tone. After all, Zappem is very well tanned. It got me immediately, not that I object one little bit. But Specky shrugged when he saw it."
"I've tasted its delights since; I can recommend it."
"Why are you two so open?"
"Irish is worse, he's crude. Then you ought to hear Juicy when he's roused."
"Juicy?"
“Yes! Justy FF."
"GOOD," Two voices chorused. "We think Zappem likes him," Harry explained.
"Zappem's too shy for his own good. Juicy wants Zappem to put his hands down his pants. All Zappem does is look mournful and gets obviously hard. Problem is, Juicy's too much of a gentleman to ask outright. It’s like a comic-opera script sometimes."
"How do you Gryffs know him that well? After all he is a Slyth."
"Oh dear! I s'pose we'd better come clean. Zappem's been a member of our group for some time. Ever since we rescued him and his family jewels from Theo's grasping hands. He's so used to keeping things private. You never got to know, did you Blondie?"
"No, I didn't. But then we Slyths are used to playing things close to our chests. He's been a good ally more than once; it'd be nice if he had a joyful experience or two. His family background is very disturbed with several men fathering him."
"That does it ..." Harry sent out a special call for Justin. Receiving back much the same surprised message.
"How is it he has the capacity?"
"Um ... Don't get uppity, please, Blondie. But it was probably, you, me, a duel and a snake."
"Merlin! That seems a long time ago."
Seamus and Blaise arrived together, blushing all over and almost naked. Well ... Nude with strategic hands. A plop and a girlish giggle deposited their clothes.
"That cupboard opposite is the green girls’ playground and boy do their hands play. Seamus is some sort of contortionist and showed off his prowess very well."
"Did you see his end?"
"Which end? If it’s the end I'm thinking about, then I went instantly hard. Much to the girls’ delight. We couldn't get our hands on them to stop them. Not that we really tried; did we Seamus?"
"It was alright, but not our scene really, this is more like it." Seamus winked at Dean, pulled Blaise's hand away and revealed two recently used boners.
Harry and Draco ogled the fresh evidence: "In this domain, you're Irish, this is Zappem, Blondie you know about and I'm Specky."
"Got it, what about my dear love?"
"Sorry Dean, is Dusky all right."
"That's Irish's favourite name for me, why should I object? Anyone else to come?"
"Yes, we've asked Juicy."
Blaise coloured up and his appurtenance blazed forth: "Oh dear, I'd better go."
"You had better not," and Justin made an entrance with his flies wide open and a very delectable rod on display. "Sorry to be slightly late. I got in alright but the ladies were a bit frisky as I stepped through. Six hands to my two is not fair play, Specky." Justin glanced around and spotted a naked Blaise: "Balls to this subterfuge ... Come here Zappem, I want you to play with mine, just as much as I want to play with yours," and made a grab for Blaise's stiffy.
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