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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]
FEINTING
Ginny and Astoria arrived … Ronald looked at them with a puzzled expression on his face: “Erm … This smells off … my spirit’s prompting says be cautious … Erm … Could one of you return to Siobhan’s croft, please and the other go to Laggen Lodge. Draco, will you port to the Fortress, please? If Harry stays here you can all still be in touch, am I right?”
“Yes … And we can still channel our magic to each other – just.”
“Erm … That’s what I was hoping. Kreacher?”
Pop: “Yes Ron. I’ve got sending elves with each party. Is that what you were going to ask?”
“Yes – That kind of thinking’s that made you such a good general during the Battle of Hogwarts.”
Kreacher polished his locket idly and blushed.
Pop, pop, pop, pop: “Elder, the satraps are disapparating.”
“Ask your platoon commanders to return, please … That all right Ron?”
“We’re on the same wavelength Kreacher.”
D: *Harry, there are a lot of Satraps appearing round the fortress’s wards. *
“They’re at the fortress now, Ron.”
“Get Draco to cast illusions and we’ll send troops.”
H: *Cast Illusions Draco. *
D: *I’m already doing so. *
H: *Good backup coming through now. They put on a show at the cottage and then disapparated. *
Quarter of an hour elapsed.
Pop, pop, pop, pop: “Elder, the satraps are disapparating from the Fortress now.”
“That’s to be expected. Bring back those that got there … The other fresher ones can go to the next call.”
“I’ve got a map here Ron. If Harry points when he gets the next sending; we can be four minutes quicker.”
“Thanks Kreacher. Harry, recall Draco and send him to the Manor.”
D: *Go to the Manor, Draco. *
H: *Very good! *
A: *They’re at Laggen Lodge. Wisteria and I’ve made some illusions. *
Harry pointed at the map: *Helpers coming through. *
Seamus and Dean saw where Harry was pointing and sent off some reinforcements. There was another long pause with no messages coming in.
“You know, they’ll not keep this up for long,” Ronald observed: “Their magical reserves will dwindle a long time before our physical ones. Most of us are much younger too.”
Pop, pop, pop, pop: “Elder, the satraps are disapparating from Laggen Lodge.”
Harry relayed what was happening
D: *Good guess Ron, they’re at the Manor. Some are looking a bit worn too. *
H: *Message received, * he pointed and the returnees from the Fortress set off.
G: *I’m feeling left out of this. *
Harry relayed the jocular message. “Tell her it’s her turn next,” replied Ronald.
Pop: “Elder there are satraps at the Burrow.”
“I’ll go and make some glamours.” Justin ran off towards the Weasley domicile; followed by the second squad.
They waited nearly half an hour.
Pop, pop, pop, pop: “Elder the satraps are disapparating from the Manor going south west.”
“Thanks, they’re just arriving at the Burrow.”
A: *Harry they’re looking very tired. *
H: *What … Our Troops? *
A: *No … The satraps, Silly. *
H: *Um … Ronald said they would tire before we did. Apparating uses up a lot of magical energy. *
“Tell Astoria to expect another attack,” Ronald advised: “A very determined one. Ask Draco to go and help as soon as they’ve gone from the Manor and to take his troops with him.”
Harry relayed the *message*.
Ronald studied the map for a minute or two moving little coloured counters around and musing; then moving and musing yet once more. Next Harry reported a battle royal happening at Laggen Lodge.
“Astoria says that she needs no more troops, our lot are already downing the tired satraps quite easily.”
“Thanks Harry … Seamus, get all the others up to the croft and airborne ready to shoot down any stragglers that try to take refuge on Teinamoray. For the time being we will not interfere with the few holding the fort there. What we need to do is to stop anyone taking refuge. Harry, ask Ginny to go out and place an anti-apparition ward over the island, please.”
G: *Already done so, * was her reply when Harry asked her.
Ronald smiled triumphantly when he heard that news. Then he thought for a minute.
“Harry how’s Draco?”
“He’s just observing at Laggen Lodge, Astoria’s got it all in hand and the battle’s petering out.”
“Good … Ask him to go to Maison Malfoi with a squad … Some of them might just try it on there if they can’t find refuge on Teinamoray.”
D: *Great thinking, tell Ron … It’s not that far from the Scillies, * he replied when Harry passed the message. *And they’ll be totally fucked when they arrive. I’m still fresh as a daisy. *
H: *Good, you’ll be able to entertain me in bed, then. All this boosting and message relaying has taken some out of me; you can put it back in. *
D: *I’m already going hard at the thought, Lover. I’m at Guéthary now. *
A: *Stop flirting, you two, and attend to business. All the satraps have left Laggen Lodge. Am I to come back? *
Harry told Ronald.
H: *Ron says stay there for the moment; until we’re sure they’ve gone away and not feinting. *
A: *Okay, Mackenzie’s going out with his squad in a boat to incarcerate the downed satraps that are still swimming. He says he’ll incinerate the dead ones in case they poison the fish. It looks as though they were aiming to take over Wisteria’s Island. *
H: *How is she taking it? *
A: *No need to sound too sympathetic, she’s dancing around, laughing and hugging everyone in glee. She was shit-hot with her Incendios … She got at least five satraps. Some of it is battle-fever … She’ll come down off her high in a bit … Then I’ll find out how she really feels. Come to think of it I’m quite high too … It was a good little fight … Lucy was very surprised that we managed to find so many fresh troops so quickly … He was furious when he disapparated .*
G: *He’s been here too … bounced off the anti-app wards like an Auntie Marge – so Dudley says … He and Millicent rode on Orcas’s back with Michael and Anthony … I think he’s got a Parseltongue link with that dragon. Hagrid says he often comes over to commune with her. The flying tank was very efficient in scattering the returning satraps. They’ve gone now … I’ve lifted the anti-app ward … So all’s quiet on the Western Front. *
D: *Lucy came here too … Looks very Haggard … Swore at me like a trooper … A replay of our meeting when we took over the Schwartzberg first; only much more vociferous. He didn’t try any hexes, neither did I … I wasn’t going to go outside the wards in case he had an ambush. Cowardly Draco showing through again, I suppose. *
H: *Not really, I prefer a whole Lover, not a dead one. Don’t forget that all our teaching is about defence, that’s what the wards are about, too. If the dark ones want to be aggressive, let them. They waste much more energy than we do. We’re still intact; they’ve lost more adherents yet again. If you’re feeling really aggressive in the morning; we can sort out those few hiding on Teinamoray. I’m feeling a bit battle-deprived. Being a human telephone exchange might be interesting, but and very wearying, but I long for a bit of action. *
D: *In bed first, Darling; in the morning, on the island afterwards. *
H: *Is that a promise? *
D: *You asked me earlier, don’t you remember? *
Ron interrupted: then Harry sent the all-clear and at the same time that Kreacher called the elves in.
The promised nooky did not take place immediately because Harry had to thank the troops and commiserate with those who either got singed, or who were miffed because they never saw any action; they were the ones in the rear-guard running around from place to place. The company shared a meal together, crowded into Number Twelve’s dining room, because it was pouring with rain at Chantry Cottage. The four seers made sure everyone had been thanked properly and saw their troops off towards their homes; even if they did get a bit damp standing at the apparating area on the roof. Still smiling they returned to the comfort of their home and listened to the depressing rain beating on the glass canopy.
“What’s the weather like at the Croft?” asked Harry grimacing at the increasing downpour.
“Why do you need to ask … The usual nightly storm was getting underway when I left.” Ginevra shrugged.
“Mist and fog on the Scillies – very useful whilst the Aurors clear up the mess,” put in Astoria.
“Let’s go to La Maison, there was a beautiful moonlit night there, very romantic.”
Three seers smirked at Draco as he made that remark; so he smirked back: “I have a promise to keep to Harry. All of you heard it over our net.”
“Mmm … That puts me in the right mood too … Ginny, I expect the best performance of your life from you, tonight.”
“No problems, Tor. A bit of a fight gets my juices going too.”
{Shall we say – that the seers’ collective consciousness was filled to the brim with pornographic images for the next couple of hours before they collapsed in satisfied sleep.]
[My readers – you – could have a very graphic description of what they did – but I’m sure that your lascivious imaginations can amply fill in the blanks.]
~~~ FESTINA LENTE ~~~
In the morning the two male seers woke early, with a feeling of urgently needing to close this episode’s chapter. So, before breakfast and without much reference to their peers, they ported to the Green Ladies Room and flooed to the McMurdoch croft. Then they took off on the duple for a foray to Teinamoray; passing Innishdhu on the way and failing to see one of their own hidden watchers.
Firstly, they made a survey of Teinamoray in their usual way; there now appeared to be only one satrap left under the wards.
“Rory said they attacked from the top when they took over Teinamoray. Maybe they don’t know the cave entrance.”
“So you want us to sneak in … Trust a Slyth to be sly like that.”
“I’m an ex-Slyth. You can be a foolish ex-Gryff if you like and be gung-ho.”
“Um … If we attack from different angles, we’ll divide his attention.”
“Hmm … Maybe … Please come with me … The tide’s low … Look you can see the whole cave mouth down there. We work better as a pair, one shielding and the other hexing.”
“You have a point, besides I don’t really fancy destroying wards and flying a broom at the same time. I like to give my whole attention to the job in hand. Also, we’re on the duple and that would mean Accioing another broom.”
“Let’s not approach head on, but glide down the cliff face and turn at the last minute.”
“Seems like a good idea. I think he’s watching us. Let’s go over the top to the other side of Teinamoray before we go beneath his horizon. We can fly halfway around the island before we go in.”
As they made a transit over the island they feinted as though they were trying to get past the wards. This definitely caught the Adrian Pucey’s attention. He made jeering noises and gave them ‘the finger’ as well. Before going around beneath the cliffs with Draco steering; they hovered, and Harry made his image which appeared to be standing on the edge of the dome, using its wand. He felt he could maintain the facsimile and the satrap’s derisive attention until they arrived at the cave.
As they swooped in Draco warned Harry of the slipperiness. Being aware, they both used this to help them lose speed; sliding to a silent stop at the foot of the spiral stairs. Harry miniaturised the duple and Draco – having been here before – led the way cautiously.
He stopped and made some ward detecting charms: *Silly buggers, they haven’t warded this entrance. *
H: *Um … Rory said he had disguised it when he retreated. *
D; *Did he? * He squared his shoulders and started up the stairs briskly.
H: *I thought we were going to be careful. *
D: *I’m going to get Adrian, before he has time to wonder where we are. I have in my mind’s eye just where he was standing. *
H: *It’s difficult holding a shield in front of you on the spiral and with you almost running up the stairs. *
Draco ignored his lover’s warning: *Look, Harry. Rory made a curtain of creepers to hide the entrance. *
H: *So he did. Do be careful some of them look like twinerium succeratis. *
D: *Nonsense … They’re only some of the ivy genus, quite inert … Merlin … you were right … Get it off me. * The vine encased Draco’s limbs and started to lift him off the ground and to one side.
“Thought you’d divide my attention, did you? I’m too smart for that ploy: ‘Exuero Te!’ I’m going to enjoy your flesh before I kill you. I see it’s grown since we threw you in the snake pit.” Then Adrian spotted an angry Harry through the gap in the vines where Draco had been: “Merlin’s balls; its Potter! I thought you were up there.” Pucey sent off a volley of hexes which Harry avoided or reflected back. Lucius’s minion’s final hex was a tentative Incarcerous before he disapparated; destroying the wards in the process.
Harry easily fielded the tying hex and made it tie the searching twinerium tendrils to the other side from his mate. He then came through the gap cautiously. Using his Auror trained instincts he began to search for any other hidden traps or concealed people.
D: *Circe’s calumny, Potter; stop creeping around and come and release me. *
H: *In a minute or two. If he’s left any more traps in the immediate vicinity, I’m going to eliminate them first. That will leave me free to deal with your predicament. I doubt it will harm you too much, they like their hosts to live for a long time. *
D: *What do you mean? *
H: *You’re the botanist, you should know. Hush up, Draco. I need to concentrate on our surroundings. *
A: *Hi … What are you two doing …? It doesn’t sound erotic. *
D: *Morning Astoria. I thought you two were at Guéthary. *
G: *We decided to do some mothering, so we came back to the cottage. You still haven’t said where you are. *
H: *We decided to come and catch the remaining satrap. Draco was feeling adventurous, probably showing me that he wasn’t the coward he said he was; so he ran up the stairs and a twinerium succeratis plant caught him. The satrap thought we were divided and was going to take advantage of him. Then he saw me, tried a few hexes including an Incarcerous, and disapparated before I could hex him. It’ll probably turn out to be erotic soon, you know what twinerium do don’t you? *
A: *And how! It’s a close cousin to the voluptuary vine, isn’t it? Why aren’t you joining in Draco? *
D: *I’m concentrating on relaxing so that the vine doesn’t strangle me. At the moment its attention is centred on my genitalia. Once it frees one of my hands I’ll hex it. *
G: *I think we’ll come over to help out. Is the ward active? *
H: *No, Adrian Pucey burst it when he disapparated, Ginny. It might be best if we don’t have a big audience. *
G: *Understood, Harry! *
Five minutes later the female seers appeared. They left a naked Draco where he was. Astoria joined Harry searching for any booby-traps etc. whilst Ginevra erected a series of temporary wards including an occlusion. By the time they had finished Draco was voicing sexy shouts and Teinamoray echoed to grunts and squeals of enforced pleasure. Harry and Astoria, having nullified all the snares they could find, returned to look at Draco.
“My, my, Draco I feel like the muggles’ Little Red Riding hood,” Astoria smirked.
“Urgh … What do you mean, Tor?” Draco continued huffing as the plant tightened its grip on his prick.
“You know ‘Why Grandmamma what big teeth you have’, but it’s not your teeth I’m looking at. Is it always as big as that Harry? It’s almost as big as yours was on your seventh year May festival circuit of the village. How do you fit it all in? I’m sure it wasn’t like that when we procreated Scorpius.”
“Stop teasing him, Tor. I must say it’s an interesting hue. Now which aura colour does it nearly match? It’s a bit too dark for completion purple. How soon will you have a hand free Draco?”
“Both you girls are as bad as each other. We did some research after the voluptuary vine incident …”
“You didn’t tell us about it … Tell us now, please?”
“It was when we shared a bedroom at the Leaky Cauldron … … …” Harry embarked on the story about Ding and Dong. Draco was growing more distraught and humping the twisted liana fronds. Whereas his upper torso was relaxed his lower body was all aflame from the touch of the leaves – their hairs were attaching themselves to his cock injecting minute amounts of poison; irritating it and making it swell. Draco could have crept away but for the vine’s attachment to his most private parts. Instead, the other three mages waited patiently watching the blond’s bum muscles work themselves up into a fornicating frenzy.
“Look Harry, it’s beginning to flower.”
“Yes Ginny, the flower feeds on human juices. I expect Draco’s going to give us an idea about how much spunk he can manufacture. Once the flower has fed the vine will relax; that’s when we cut the tendrils and get him safely out of the way. Going in too early will have the tendrils searching for other victims. Having fed, the plant will relax – we’ll have at least a five-minute window in which to rescue him, I hope.”
Draco leaned back as he neared his fruition, using his gyrations to stretch the tendrils gently. His hope was that there would be enough room between the rock face and his unmentionables for Harry to make a clean cutting hex. The problem was that Harry had to get dangerously close to the plant in order to aim properly. One slip and both mages would be ensnared. Harry explained this to the girls.
“What we need is a barrier of some sort, between you and the creepers.”
“Use of magic only excites it; it may well try to pull Draco back.”
“How about a decoy?”
“A decoy?”
“Yes a model with juice oozing out of it – It’d have to be alluring juice, wouldn’t it?” Ginevra looked meaningfully at Harry.
“Um … Me …? Oh No!”
“Not even to save your Lover?”
“Oh dear … I suppose I’ll have to … Seems the best idea.”
“Tor’s good with clay she can make the model. There’s this piece of hollow bamboo to act as a duct.”
“I can mould some of this clay around it to resemble a prick.”
“There’s that blowing charm we used at the hamam. Funnelled we could make the cock weep enticingly. All we need is some fresh spunk from you, Harry.”
Harry shrugged resignedly, unzipped his flies, fished out his cock and tuned into Draco’s sexy thoughts. Ginny sat in front of him with a small bowl, ready to catch his offerings. As far as Draco was concerned, the gripping vine was hampering his fruition, storing up a splurge for when its flower was ready, but an uninhibited Harry soon had a supply to squirt into the waiting receptacle.
“Is that all, Harry?” asked Ginevra as she cast a preserving charm into the basin.
“It’s about the same amount that normally comes out.”
“We’d better have some more, most of that will only lubricate the inside of the tube. Little or none will emerge from the other end,” observed Astoria, with her hands moulding the clay replica.
Ginevra returned from looking in Rory’s cottage: “There’s some crimson potion in Rory’s potion cabinet – Its label tells me it’s for enhancing seed production. Would that be of any help?”
Astoria wiped her bemired hands clean and took the bottle from Ginevra: “Looking at the ingredients I can see it’s meant for plants, but with a little eau de cologne mixed in it should make Harry productive. It just so happens that I have some.” Astoria fished around in her moleskin pouch.
Ginny had found another bowl in which Astoria mixed the ingredients: “So, Mr Potter, here’s the potion now you can up the supply.”
Draco groaned: “Go on Harry, plea-ea-ea-ease – The flower is just about to open and another bud is showing.”
Harry grimaced and held his hand out. He was just about to swallow the potion when Astoria stopped him.
“It’s not internal, Harry, It’s external – rub it on your pole.”
“Oh … Right!” He smeared some on his palm and began masturbating: “Merlin! Tor, what’s in it? The smell’s turning me on, never mind the tingling in my balls.”
“Come away from there Harry there are vines stretching out to grab you.” Ginevra pointed and then grabbed Harry.
Ginevra and Harry moved quickly and as soon as they stopped Harry gave his second load – much greater volume than the first. However, he did not droop; neither did he need to use his fingers apart from supporting the leaking organ.
Whatever the potion was supposed to do was not material to Harry’s predicament. The glowing glans, supporting shaft and bountiful balls seemed to have a mind of their own. A mind that wanted to spit spunk regularly regardless of the debilitating effect on their owner. At regular intervals Harry’s body would contort and another creamy splurge enter Ginevra’s bowl. Astoria saw what was happening and levitated a comfortable chair out of Rory’s cabin – Harry sank into it. His convulsions started out at three minute intervals; then converted to seven, then nine and after a twenty-one minute wait they assumed that it was all over. However, he lost none of his intumescence’s rigidity and lay back in the chair almost comatose with his balls continually moving in their effort to produce more ejaculate.
Draco, meanwhile, was in a similar state. The flower had matured and the vine relaxed its grip on his penis allowing some of his pent up juices to escape. The flower’s bell had encased his mushroom and eagerly absorbed a couple of his emissions. Then the tendrils tightened again, constricting the flow and making the blond howl in incomplete summation. The noise was for nothing, because the next bud blossomed fully and emplaced itself on the glistening knob-end. Another relaxation allowed that flower to feed before the tap was squeezed off. Draco had time to look around and to his horror saw a queue of waving stems each with a bud developing at the end of it. As with Harry there became a procession of gifts to the flowers. Despite his debilitation Draco’s mind realised that there was an arithmantic pattern developing in the time between each consummation.
The girls watched their husbands start to lose consciousness.
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