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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
- 17
- 18
- 19
[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Beating until blood was drawn, Mechanical masturbating machine plus a dildo, sexual torture.)
~~~ POST FUNERAL ~~~
Draco was with Snape in the dingy old house. At least that was what it looked like downstairs. Upstairs had been magically converted and, whilst nowhere near as sumptuous as the Manor, was tolerably well appointed and comfortable. They were sitting in two deep armchairs after a good dinner, a time for sharing confidences.
“One thing has puzzled me, Draco. When I first saw you lying in that pool of blood, you had an erection. Then when I tucked you in before Pomfrey saw you there seemed to be a throbbing force surrounding your pubic area.”
“You know about the Dark Lord’s threat to kill my parents, don’t you?”
“Yes, not that he’s done anything about it yet and you failed to kill Dumbledore, I had to do it.”
“That was one of three tasks he set me, Uncle. Another was to seduce Harry. So maybe the threat will only happen if he thought I had failed there as well. That throbbing force was a ring fixed there to ensure my compliance with his will. If I didn’t my balls would burn and I ejaculated fire. It’s much worse than ‘Crucio’.”
“So you were attempting that and Potter objected, were you?” Severus gave a dry chuckle.
“Yes Uncle,” Draco blushed and looked at his feet: “I had been crying in frustration about getting the cabinets fixed – that was the third task. Harry found me and was sympathetic; so I tried to build on his sympathy. You remember I told you about having a brief secret fling with him, some time ago. He was sympathetic enough, and I manoeuvred my hands strategically …”
“… And as you neared the target he objected and fired a hex. Yes?”
“Yes. Sometimes I forget in my calculating that I must be cognisant of others feelings. Just like my father I suppose … And I might just have won Harry over then. It’s purely academic now, as you know. Somehow the geas’ force has lessened, but I do have many wet dreams about him.”
Severus noted Draco’s use of Harry’s first name but said nothing; storing up the information for later.
Both of them stared into the fire.
Draco kicking himself for letting Harry have first go and worrying what the Dark Lord would do when they next met. Hoping against hope that Voldemort did not Legillimens the fact of that first time, the gang and the Green Ladies Room from his thoughts.
Severus feeling relieved that Draco had managed to hide the first fact from Voldemort and wondering if Harry was a practised enough at occlumency to stop the Dark Lord ever knowing.
Draco supposed that a confirmation his consciousness about supporting the light came well before him being confronted by the dying Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower. These thoughts were fuelled by, Harry’s acceptance and his uncle’s reluctance about returning him to the Dark Lord’s headquarters at the Manor. Draco was pleased about this because he would not have to face up to Voldemort’s wrath about his failure to kill the headmaster. He hoped that succeeding in repairing the cabinets and supposedly entrapping Harry would stand him in good stead. He was also relieved to hear, via the grapevine, that his parents were still alive.
~~~ CONVERSION ~~~
Eventually he had to be returned to the Manor and into the care of his parents. On the morning that he arrived he learnt, after greeting his parents; that the Dark Lord had called a general council later in the day and that he had been ordered to attend. Draco’s heart sank; he wondered if he was to be Nagini’s next meal, and hoped that he would be unconscious before the reptile started devouring him. Despite the tempting food for lunch the young blond had no appetite and picked at the dishes. For once, neither of his parents remonstrated with him; they were equally terrified for themselves and their son.
The hour of the meeting came and three trembling Malfoys approached the throne. It was situated behind a large polished table at which one or two death eaters sat.
“Ah! Draco, you have a successful report to give me?”
“S-sort of, M-my Lord.” Draco came to a stand on the other side of the table.
“Explain yourself, Boy.”
“I m-managed to get the c-cabinets fixed and I’ve penetrated Potter more than once.”
“And of the other task?”
“N-n-no M-my L-lord.”
“Is that interfering headmaster still alive then?”
“N-n-no M-my L-lord.”
“Explain?”
Draco haltingly told Voldemort of the happenings on the Astronomy tower and how Dumbledore had met his end.
“So he’s dead, but you did not kill him?”
“Y-yes-s M-my L-lord.” Draco looked down at his feet.
“Look at me, Boy; when you give me news.”
Draco looked up at those slitted glittering eyes; they held him in some sort of compulsion.
“You know the penalty of failure, don’t you?”
“Y-yes-s M-my L-lord. It is my entire fault, please spare my parents?”
“So you will accept the punishment?”
“Y-yes-s M-my L-lord.” Draco tried to look away but the beast had him enthralled.
Voldemort smiled evilly: “Climb onto the table, boy.” Nagini, now in evil mode, resting on her master’s shoulders, opened her eyes and let her forked tongue sample Draco’s fear. Voldemort savoured the boy's fear as well and in silence watched Draco squirming in horrified apprehension. He also realised that the boy might still be of use in undermining Harry's resolve, so he grinned evilly.
"Show me how fond you are of Harry, Draco."
"How would I do that?" Draco already had a suspicion where this was going.
"Drop your trousers and under-drawers. Take hold of your penis and imagine that Harry was playing with you."
Draco shook himself, that request was easy, he had been imagining a similar situation every night his lover had been absent. He was soon hard and grunting in approaching fulfilment. He closed his eyes as he reached the apogee and felt someone sucking.
"OH HARRY!" he yelled, and came profusely.
When he opened his eyes, it was Nagini enjoying his juices.
"Well, Boy. You did at least fulfil two of your tasks. I hope you can convert your lover to our side. You may get down.
"Thank you My Lord." Shakily Draco clambered of the table, did himself up, and went to sit with his trembling parents.
~~~ PUNISHMENTS ~~~
At school Draco found his role as Slytherin Chief not so much to his liking as before. With Marcus’s help, Draco had tried to run a cultured system of conformity; one that expected people to behave for the good of the pure-blood community. After a couple of years his régime was beginning to pay off and there was a polite veneer on the political manoeuvring, one that Draco had learned from his father, before the Monster had come back into power.
Now that the Carrows were in charge of discipline, the atmosphere had declined into one of naked violence, worse than when their pink predecessor had been in charge. Being both head boy and Chief meant that he was expected to be the toughest of them all. Vincent was vicious by nature, and when not plaguing the Malfoy Scion, could be relied upon to mete out the more gruesome punishments on those who displeased the death-eaters in charge of the school. Quietly Severus encouraged Draco to mitigate some of the horrific punishments available for imposing the new reign of terror. However, they both knew that outright opposition was not politic.
One such incident stuck in Draco’s craw, but he had to be the instrument of retribution.
Prunella Avery was a nasty piece of work and two years younger than Draco. She was a vicious bully, and the present situation had brought out her worst side. Eventually she went too far, even for the Carrows. She had tied up and sexually tortured some second-year Slytherin boys. It was not for the first time either, and her punishments, even under the more benign rules that previously held, had been building up to a climax. The other girls in the house felt that some form of degrading punishment such as the ring was now in order and formed a posse of demanding females, one that Draco had learned to be wary of – they had proved quite capable of making their chief’s life miserable. They could easily be the ‘Monstrous Army of Women’ Draco had read about.
The defiant Prunella was stripped and tied to the punishment table in the common room. Draco had to apply a cane to her bare backside until blood appeared. Unfortunately for her, this kind of treatment aroused her, and it became apparent. So, she was left for the night to calm down, still manacled to the furniture.
That female monster vowed private vengeance on the Malfoy Scion, if ever he fell into her clutches. She consoled herself during the long cold night with ideas for retaliation that would have made even Bellatrix curl up her toes.
At another time, Seamus had been caught red-handed interfering with some of the Carrows’ favourite punishment equipment. Draco was sympathetic to him, not liking that kind of torture either. However, the Carrows decided that some new punishment was called for and Draco was to be its perpetrator. He sat in his room waiting for Seamus to appear. When he knocked on the door Draco bade him enter.
“Okay, Malfoy, what are yer going to do to me?”
“Let me say this first, Finnegan,” Draco said quietly: “I don’t like those tortures any more than you do and I wish you had managed to destroy the implements. However, you were caught and now I am to be the instrument of your discomfiture. Take off all your clothes.”
“Yer what? I’ll do no such thing!”
“Very well, have it your own way: Exuero Te!”
A naked and amazed Seamus stood with his hands protecting his privates and turned his back on Draco. Draco surveyed a very pert bum wondering about its fuckability.
V: *Remember your vow to me, Draconius; that still holds good*.
Draco felt a slight twinge: D: *Yes, My Lord, I was only admiring the scenery; that’s all*.
V: *By all means, amuse yourself with him, but penetration is reserved for the Potter boy; that part of the geas is lifelong*.
Draco realised in horror what Voldemort had done to him – no real sex with anyone but Harry – Not that he minded that bit. He set about punishing Seamus. Using an Imperio [no longer banned under Voldemort’s rule] – he forced, at wand point, the naked Irishman to enter what had been the pink toad’s office. The masturbating machine was still there and it took but a few seconds to attach the protesting Gryff to the sticky bar. Separating his feet took a little longer and, once the bar was attached, Draco allowed his hands some exploring time, whilst a stretched Seamus wriggled about. Seamus squealed and swore so Draco muted the protests magically.
Now it was time to operate the machine; Draco found the instructions in one of the desk drawers. Firstly, he ensured sufficient water was in the small reservoir tank. Then he issued the heating charm. He grabbed the Gryffs flaccid cock and attached it to the block, doing the same to the Irishman’s balls. After, Draco realised that there was a dildo-like object and following a small experiment found how that could be inserted. A few wand flourishes and the apparatus began to puff steam and about a minute later, after he had pulled the lever, the arms began to move.
As the arm began to move the sleeve gripping his cock, Seamus felt a pressure on his anus. This seemed to be revolving slowly and its end wiggled in a slightly circular motion. As the pressure increased, Seamus gripped his anal muscles together and moved his bum forward with the arm. It slowly reached its zenith and began to push his body back. He was being squeezed and his bum bent slightly exposing his pucker. Too late did he realise that the rotating dildo was semi corkscrewed and had found its way inside his rectum. The machine began to accelerate and Draco cast a Lasciviens hex. Seamus experienced the arm mechanically wanking him and the dildo humping him. Each time the tip of the insert revolved it caught his prostate; from then on he relaxed and allowed the pleasure to take over.
Draco noticed the lessening of protests and released the muting charm: “Why are you no longer shouting, Finnegan?”
“Mmm – Because – I’m – enjoying – the – sen – sations – Mmm – This – sort – of – pun – ish – ment – I – could – en – joy – Mmm-mm,” and he came profusely
Draco took Seamus out of the machine: “For Merlin’s sake, Irish, pretend that you didn’t like it if anyone asks. Part of my present personality is to like torturing people, but you already know my heart isn’t in it.”
“Got the idea. I’ll grumble like hell. Are you going to put me in it again?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve to report to you for the next three evenings.”
Draco chuckled grimly: “Then I’ll have to devise some other dangerous-looking diversions for you, won’t I?”
“Okay, I’ll pretend to be afraid of what is to come.”
This happened with another couple of trusty Mudblood students as well.
~~~ AFTER EASTER NEXT YEAR ~~~
When Greyback hauled the struggling prisoners into the room at the Manor, Draco’s cock gave a little pulse. He knew that this was Harry, but shut down any mental recognition. He had seen too many recent atrocities in Voldemort’s court. Being forced by ‘burning balls’ to carry some of them out he had decided to help the cause of the light, come what may. In his pocket were two phials of ‘Sweet Death’ and, as he fingered them for good luck, he denied that the swollen face in front of him was indeed that person in fact.
His, recently Snape-increased, mental shields were on full alert when Lucius tried to probe his thoughts. But the strain made him prevaricate instead of denying them when he was asked about Hermione and Ronald. He was sickened by Bellatrix’s torturing of Hermione and sought a way of relieving some of her pain. Relief came once his Aunt recognised the sword. This enabled Draco to cast a quick pain-relief charm towards the Mudblood.
Sent to retrieve Griphook he tried to signal Harry by briefly cupping his own balls but the obscured eyes were not looking his way or refused to acknowledge the signal.
When Ronald burst into the room Draco was scared, he put up only a token fight aiming his spells to just miss the advancing pair. Under the curse of Bellatrix’s knife, he gingerly retrieved the other wands. However, he caught Harry’s eye this time, and Harry realised that Draco was holding the wands by their tip and not in the normal way. So, when Harry leapt over the armchair the three wands were immediately ready for instant use.
~~~ AFTERMATH ~~~
To say that Voldemort was infuriated when he learned of Harry’s escape, was an understatement. Fenrir, cunning bastard, managed to run off before the Dark Lord could hex him. Bellatrix cowered whilst Voldemort repeatedly crucioed Narcissa and Lucius. Draco, Voldemort took down into the cellar, stripped him and strung him up.
“Now Malfoy Junior, what am I to do with you? You should have been able to positively identify Harry Potter, but you did not.” A purring Voldemort was caressing Draco’s dong into full efflorescence.
“I couldn’t be sure My Lord; his face was so distorted. In fact, I thought it was Gregory Goyle when I first saw him.”
“But you’ve had your hand on his penis, haven’t you? Just as I’m playing with yours now.” Voldemort twisted his grip viciously and Draco cried out.
“Ow-w-w-w-w! There was little time to carry out a full bodily inspection, My Lord.”
“Maybe you should have made that time, shouldn’t you?” Voldemort brought Draco to full fruition and applied ‘burning balls’ at the same time – Draco screamed.
Voldemort caught the ejaculate and used it to coat Draco’s purple prick; continuing to pump the highly sensitive stem and mushroom. Draco bucked and huffed, his mind filled with sexy hallucinations with Harry at their centre. He recalled – or was made to recall – all the nasty things he had fantasised about whilst wanking after a spat with the Chosen One. The Dark Lord legillimensed the thoughts getting a thrill out of all Draco’s dirty imaginings. He also picked up other thoughts as the blond squirmed in dreadful delight towards a second fulfilment. Luckily the Harry-made and Severus-reinforced deep memory plug held. Voldemort concentrated on the sword story, increasing the pump rate as it unfolded in the hapless student’s mind. He also picked up that the wand-maker was in the rescued group.
One final flourish and a second application of ‘burning balls’ had Draco out for the count, and Voldemort realising the implication of where the Elder Wand was hidden. He also realised that he had better check on the Horcruxes, and make sure they were still safe where he had left them and departed hastily.
Draco came out of his swoon to find Bellatrix looking at him and caressing his sore prick. Draco felt he was glad to be alive. He knew that the Dark Lord would probably have played with him until he had a heart attack from over-stimulation, even his aunt’s nasty perversions were better than being sexually tortured to death.
“Now my little Drakie, tell your dear Auntie what you told My Lord. I can assure you that you will be extremely uncomfortable if you fail to reveal everything.” She emphasised the fact by tugging sharply on Draco’s balls and he gasped loudly.
Draco realised that she was without a wand so there was little chance of ‘burning balls’ occurring – the thing that frightened him most. He slowly revealed the business about the swords and the fact that he had leached something about a super-wand from Voldemort’s mind. In return his auntie stroked him to a third ejaculation.
Lucius came in brandishing several old Malfoy wands, and took his Sister-in-law’s mind away from playing with her nephew. Once she had one that seemed to suit her she apparated away. Narcissa applied her replacement wand in undoing the magical restraints which held her naked son. Helped into his room, Draco fell exhausted into his bed and went into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night Draco woke, waddled over to his bathroom and took a pee. This excited his prick back to full hardness. As he lay down afterwards the erection would not subside. So, as every young man does, he started to masturbate. The only fantasy that seemed to satisfy him was that of his coupling with Harry in the Green Ladies Room. He also realised that his gauging marks had increased, surmising that Voldemort’s touch had increased his thaumic capacity to that nearing Harry’s.
Thereafter, that particular fantasy dogged his wanking times for many months to come, whilst Harry was Horcrux hunting.
~~~ DURING THE BATTLE ~~~
When Draco was rescued from the Fiendfyre by Harry on a broomstick and when they returned to find the diadem, despite his fright, Draco knew in his heart that the Gryff was doing the right thing. His rescue from the fire had been the final nail that riveted Draco to the side of light and he decided that, if possible, he would try to ignore his throbbing knob to help his rescuer.
The speed at which they exited the Fiendfyre filled Room of Requirement caused them to collide with the wall and Harry was knocked out. Regardless of his smoke-filled lungs Draco managed to put up a temporary shield to hide the five students and then cast a wobbly ‘Enervate’ on Harry and then on Hermione and Ronald. The spell-making caused Draco to have a long coughing fit because he had not expelled sufficient of the lethal smoke from his lungs. As Harry came around Draco realised that Vincent was not with them.
After Ronald’s harsh, “He’s dead!” Draco looked around with a feeling of relief.
Harry looked at the fading shield and then at Draco’s wobbling wand; realising what the Slyth had done. Harry smiled: “Thanks for the shield, Blondie, and the healing. Do you have enough energy to look after your mate?”
Draco nodded his affirmation feebly and coughed up some more black bile. Harry patted Draco’s shoulder and the golden three left, looking for Ginny.
Draco went to a window taking in great lungsful of clean air and his dizziness cleared away. Gregory was in a bad way but still breathing so Draco dragged him into one of the niches where he hid Mr Goyle behind a piece of tapestry.
In this corridor, there were several recesses all of which had held suits of armour or statues, these had been mobilised for the fight. Before Draco emerged, he squinted around the tapestry’s edge and saw the Golden Trio hide in the next-door stairs alcove. Draco was transfixed by the conversation that he overheard and understood more of what the three were trying to do. Lucius had told his son about Horcruxes some time ago, advising that there were very dangerous rites concerned. Now Draco knew what was being planned and admired Harry even more for his willingness to go it alone.
He was so intent on the conversation that Draco jumped when he heard the next-door tapestry torn open. As Hermione shouted her ‘Glisseo’ Draco shot a tripping hex at the two death-eater’s feet.
On hearing the injured moans from the bottom of the stairs made into a slide, Draco shot two disarming spells down the shaft. Once he had the two miscreant’s wands in his hand he sent a binding hex down, thus ensuring that two more combatants would not be available to the dark side.
Draco checked on the comatose Goyle and, knowing where the stairs came out, tried to follow the departing six sets of shoes – the only parts of the trio that were visible under the cloak. Intent on his game he did not notice an approaching death-eater and when challenged replied automatically that he was on their side; immediately cursing himself for being such a weakling. After Harry had stunned the man, Draco felt that he deserved the blow from Ronald for still being cowardly.
Shaking himself, Draco spied one of Voldemort’s men aiming at Lavender. ‘This time I’ll not be a chicken,’ he thought and let off a ‘Bombarda’ at him. As the spell hit the man he collided with Lavender and they were pushed over the landing’s banisters falling into the struggling people below.
Draco came down the stairs and followed Harry outside where he saw the phalanx of dementors approaching. Draco’s good memories were few but he had one of his mother cuddling him when he was a baby. Summoning that vision, he added his silver ferret to the hare, boar and fox patronuses of the other DA Members.
As they scattered when the giant’s foot came down Luna grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him out of the way: “Nice to see you’ve changed your mind, Draco, and joined us.”
“Thanks, Luna. Harry’s rescued me twice today; I owe him two life debts now. I can’t be anything but on the side of light now, can I?”
“No, I s’pose you can’t. C’mon let’s find some more dethies to fight.”
“Okay, but I’m still very much afraid.”
“So am I, but I know you’ll get over it in the end.”
~~~ DURING THE LULL ~~~
After talking to Neville and seeing Ginevra holding the girl’s hand Harry was shaking. Whilst under the cloak the next people he saw were Luna and Draco; they were very carefully lifting Michael Corner onto a stretcher. He appeared to have a broken leg.
Michael was looking worried and Luna clocked it: “It’s all right Michael; Draco’s on our side now. He shielded me earlier and he owes Harry two life debts.”
“Really …? Okay …! Nice to have you with us, Blondie … Ooh! That hurts.”
Harry moved on under his cloak going to meet Voldemort in the forest, glad that his liaison with Draco had won him over for definite. It gave Harry that extra boost of courage to carry out his design despite being sorrowful about leaving the pleasures of this world behind.
~~~ THE GREAT HALL ~~~ 02/05/98
“O my! Mr Malfoy!” The headmistress looked at the dishevelled blond as he helped Luna bring the fifth crying patient into the great hall: “You look worn out, go over there and one of the elves will give you some fortified tea. The Curfew’s almost done so we cannot go out for more of the injured.”
Draco collapsed. It was Ginevra who came over and helped Luna take him to a couple of cushions: “Come on Malfoy, drink this, it helped me when I collapsed.”
“Th-th-thanks!” Draco took a sip, it burned as it went down and, for a moment he thought the Weasleyette had poisoned him. He looked at her, and saw nothing but compassion in her eyes. The liquid hit his stomach and a warm feeling spread through his body. He sniffed at the tea and recognised the slight aroma of camomile. Then it hit him, he knew the potion well, it was a restorative one: “I’m sorry for being rude.”
“Yes … Well … I’ve seen you helping … You’ll still have a tough time with my brothers, though.”
“I understand. You’d better get back to your family; they’re scowling at us … Well … Me, actually.
“Be safe!” Ginevra went back to her clan to mourn their dead.
Then came Voldemort’s announcement that Harry was dead. Draco had a peculiar feeling that this was not so, because the mental link seemed still to be present. It was as though Harry was asleep; something he knew well from sharing a bed. He went with the others to stand behind the headmistress and Neville. Draco looked at the body in Hagrid’s hand and fancied he saw it twitch. ‘No, it’s just Hagrid stumbling’ he thought. But still he had this nagging feeling that wouldn’t go away.
“I think you chose the wrong side, Draco,” Luna whispered.
“No!” Draco whispered back: “I’ve seen what that monster can do. I’d rather be dead than live in his brave new world. I’ve got a couple of ampoules of ‘Sweet death’ if you’d like one, his tortures are terrible.”
“Thanks …! I’ll have one for my dad; he’s high on their hit list. I’ll just put on my loony persona, it usually works.”
Just then Neville started cutting up the snake.
In the chaos that followed Draco and Luna formed a team, putting up shields around other people’s backs and sometimes their own. As they retreated into the hall Draco saw his Mother and Father looking for him and, seconds before they met, he saw a killing curse come towards them. Acting together Luna and Draco shot a combined shield eating up most of the curse’s force. Nevertheless, both parents were stunned. Luna helped Draco drag the fainted adults over to one side and make them comfortable. Luna then went off to find some help, leaving a worried Draco with his comatose parents.
Draco listened as Voldemort and Harry circled each other. With a shock, he realised that he had been the Elder Wand’s master for a time. Something from it called out to him; he sent back a mental message: *Do not kill the green-eyed one – he is your true master now*.
Draco felt something like a relieved sigh come from the wand. Immediately there was a bang and Voldemort fell to the ground.
Draco realised that the monster was dead. However, he could feel that the geas was still upon him; it had obviously not been attached to the curser’s magic, as were the previous hexes.
Once Luna had created the diversion and Harry had his cloak on; Harry moved over towards the Malfoys; briefly lifting the cloak so that only Draco could see him. Draco dreaded what vengeance the victor might wreak on his family.
~~~ HEAVENLY KINGS CROSS ~~~
When Harry looked at the mewling thing under the seat Harry had a premonition that a part of his worries about his sexual preferences, was bound up with the scar-prickle in the horrible bundle. He was so enthralled with the possibility of being able to beat Voldemort that he paid little heed to that small part of him that he was leaving behind.
Only after the beast’s final defeat did Harry recognise the change within his psyche. This was brought home to him when, during the general rejoicing, Ginevra came and hugged him. Harry expected a frisson of delight to course through his veins, but it did not arrive. To begin with he put it down to exhaustion, but when Seamus and Dean also embraced him in turn; his libido seemed to be reawakening. Harry wandered around the great hall in a semi daze with all kinds of people hugging him or shaking his hand. Part of that daze was the revelation that his heterosexual urges had been left behind in the heavenly Kings Cross. As he sat on the bench working things out Luna sat down beside him.
Luna sensed that his daze was private and felt she ought to give Harry a way out. Therefore, she offered her services as a distraction whilst Harry donned the cloak. When he saw the three Malfoys huddled together, he recognised that he already knew his potential mate. At much the same moment, he also realised the danger the trio were in and quietly revealed himself to Draco.
“Apparate them home Draco, get your elves to look after them. Be quick before someone decides to arrest them. Okay?”
“Okay! Thanks!” Draco smiled gratefully. Only the second genuine smile Harry remembered having seen on the Slyth’s face for at least a year.
Harry smiled back and then drew the cloak around himself, going to find Hermione and Ronald and, with them, going to the head’s study.
END OF PART ONE – MUCH MORE TO FOLLOW
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