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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(Masturbation and other sexy games – no penetration)
~~~ ABDUCTION ~~~
Harry and Draco apparated from the Ministry apparition-point and reappeared in a very plush lounge being met by a couple of muggles pointing guns at them.
“How did you get in here?”
“In the same way your charge was abducted, we suspect,” said Draco, holding out his security pass.
The agents scrutinised the passes and put their guns away: “We’d heard it was possible, but we didn’t really believe it until you two materialised. Seen it on ‘Star Trek’ now it’s real. Some technology, that.”
Draco smirked: “It’s still being developed. Problem is that the other side has it too.”
“It happens,” the agent shrugged in a world-weary way: “Now what?”
*Have you got your wand, Harry?*
*Yes … Why?*
*Glamourize it to look muggle technical.*
*Got the idea.*
“These are in development too,” provided Draco, producing his glamourized wand, making it hum and briefly showing it to the agents.
Both seers wandered around waving their wands for show, surreptitiously touching skin; but really using their enhanced thaumic perceptions. They quickly found the apparation point.
*Someone’s been careless. They appear to have left no wards nor any traps.*
*We’d better double check. Your Dad’s likely to have been sneaky.*
*So what’s new? … Still can’t find anything at the other end either. Can you?*
*No … I’ve tried all the conventional ones and a few unconventional tracers too. Let’s go!* Harry held out his hand.
The seers held hands and concentrated on the trace working out the co-ordinates and then aiming at a place nearby. They disapparated.
*“Bloody Hell! They just went like they came. No-one will believe us if we put that in a report. They’ll accuse us of drinking on duty. What story shall we tell them?”* echoed in Draco’s inner ear, as the two seers landed holding hands.
*I’ve told Arthur, and he says he’ll fix it with the muggle authorities,* came from Astoria: *Where are you?*
*Outside a big country house. I haven’t seen it before. Here are the co-ordinates.*
*Not too far away, somewhere in Berkshire … It’s not a magical environment … The owners are on a World Cruise somewhere near Australia … Kingsley’s shit-hot on a computer … He says it comes from when he was protecting the muggle Prime Minister and posing as a secretary … You appear to be inside the muggle security perimeter … No magical signatures there either. That is, apart from yours. Kingsley’s got a map a bit like the one at the Tabernacle, but not as sophisticated. I only covers the British Isles. Because it includes the Channel Isles, it shows a small slice of France near the channel *
*We still intend to be cautious.*
*As I would expect.*
Draco and Harry began to walk quietly towards the big house hidden under the cloak, or as much of it as could cover two grown men. They also remembered Hendy and recalled his incantation; thus making themselves doubly inconspicuous. They walked once round the house, but no lights showed nor were there any open windows. However there was an archway leading into an inner court. Cautiously they entered. As they did so, a door opened and an oriental muggle walked out. They froze. Another muggle of a similar nationality joined him, offering him a cigarette.
“D’you think he’ll be alright, tied up like that?” the mages understood via their St Georges.
“’S not as though anything’s too tight, is it?”
“I’ve just fed him his meal. I think they put something in it before they left. His piece’s started to go hard again.”
“S’pect it’ll be Viagra. ‘S rather fun tossing him off, isn’t it?”
“S your turn next. I’ll just keep watch down here, but give him half an hour first. He begs for it then.”
“That just adds to the pleasure of contemplating the yuan to come. Money for old rope really. Who’s going to get in without setting off the security perimeter?”
“Well they did, didn’t they?”
“It’s that special electronic thing they have.”
“You sure it’s electronic? Didn’t look like it to me.”
“What else could it be? It’s usually our people who were ingenious … … …” It was obvious by their lounging attitudes that they were going to waste some time imagining various scenarios. Although the guards were close to the open door, Draco reckoned the pair of mages could sldle past them unnoticed.
The two mages nodded to each other and very silently crept through the door. They entered a kitchen and noted some dirty plates and utensils, enough for three people. That confirmed their surmise about the quantity of occupants.
Once through the inner door, there was a small amount of dust on the polished floors, so it was fairly easy to follow a trail. Thus their footsteps would fade into the trail without adding to it. Two flights of stairs and a false lead into a bathroom had them outside a series of bedroom doors. Here the passageway was carpeted, so there was no obvious trail to follow. They listened at each door and eventually found one where they could hear someone moaning behind it; more in longing than of pain.
Draco’s ‘Hominem Revelio’ showed only one prone person inside so they cautiously pushed the door open. The person was not immediately obvious to the eye, but the four-poster bed had its curtains drawn. The two cautious seers crept around the other side of the bed. The curtains were open and revealed a brown-haired bloke tied. legs and arms akimbo, plus an enormous throbbing robin. He was squirming and concentrating on his erection. The body movements suggested fucking, but there was nothing but the air to fuck.
*Merlin look at that! I bet it’s been thaumically enhanced. Nice bum dimples!*
*I’ve seen him on Dudley’s TV … Um … Leo something-or-other. Film about a sinking ship, I think.*
*Very good!* Draco took off the cloak: “Leo?” he enquired.
“Gawd! My cock needs seeing to.” He looked up: “Oh! Changed the guard, have they? Go on then let’s see how good you are? They won’t let me do myself.”
Harry nudged Draco forward. Draco put his hand out to steady himself and came into contact with the rosy implement. Harry quietly closed the door and thaumically locked it. That near to temptation, Draco applied his hand and called to mind the things that Harry liked. Harry went to investigate the cords holding Leo to the bed.
“I’m Draco and my mate’s Harry. We’re not your captors,” whispered Draco, mid manipulation, “We’ve come to rescue you, but they’ve drugged your food with a sex enhancer, I suspect. If I don’t relieve you you’ll bust your nuts or something worse.”
“That’s what the other guys said. It’ll need doing twice more after you’ve finished before it goes down.”
*I know that potion … Hmm … Salex Contactus. Voldie used it regularly. Clothes touching it gives you irresistible urges. Can’t satisfy yourself either. Have to ask someone to do it for you. Bastard that he was. I don’t know the antidote, but there is one.*
*Just keep him occupied,* sent Harry from underneath the bed. *I’ve nearly got the knots sorted. It’s some sort of quick release for all four limbs. Muggle made not thaumic.*
Leo came and at much the same time Harry released the knot. It took a couple of minutes to cleanse him and undo the cords from around his ankles and wrists.
“Where are your clothes? Any luggage?”
“Luggage went in advance. Gawd! I have to be at this conference in Russia. What day is it?”
“The day after you were taken.”
“Not enough time to be there for the start.”
*The muggles are saying something about a delayed flight. Not sure what that is,* sent the mentally-eavesdropping Astoria.
*I do!* “There’s some sort of media story about your flight being delayed Leo,” Harry informed him.
“Well, that gives me a bit of leeway. My clothes are in that closet.” He pointed to a wardrobe.
The bedroom door rattled, and some Cantonese swearing was heard outside it.
“How do we get out?” Leo looked worriedly alarmed.
“As quick as possible, before they break in,” said Harry thaumically moving a wardrobe in front of the door.
“Leave that to us. I’ve got your clothes, Leo. Put this medallion round your neck.” Draco cast the recognition charm and Harry grabbed one of Leo’s hands.
Draco grabbed the other: *To our landing place at Number Twelve: three, two, one:*
“APPAREMUS!”
“That was darned awful.” Leo looked decidedly sick: “Where are we?”
“Our house in London. Come on, get inside, before someone sees you in the buff.”
“Right-on, I’d forgotten about that. Oh Gawd! It’s going hard again. It’s your turn, Harry.”
“Let’s get you comfy on a bed, first.”
“Are you going to tie me up?”
“Only if it turns you on.”
“I’ll take a rain-check on that idea.”
Whilst Harry wanked a recumbent Leo, Draco went down to the library for his apothecaries, then to his lab to concoct a relief potion. The brewing took an hour.
After squirting his relief, Leo used the shower to cleanse himself and sat chatting to Harry. The brunet was unsure of the films he had seen so carefully avoided that topic. He was also very careful not to reveal the thaumic truth any more than he needed to. Thus, the conversation was stumbling along slowly. They did find one thing in common: a green outlook.
Eventually Leo sussed what was happening: “It’s so good of you not to gush about my films, but then, in your world you may not have seen so many.”
“You mean the difference between British and American cultures.”
“Not really. I was thinking more about what you Brits call a statute of secrecy.”
“Oh! So, you know of our alternative world.”
“Yes, I was friends with an American wizard, Marcus Bloxham. He’s gone now, came over here to help out when Voldemort was rampaging around. Gotten himself killed. I think I know who you are too. That scar gives you away, you know.”
Draco came in: “Here you are Leo, drink one measure now, another in three hours’ time, the next seven hours after that and the last one thirteen hours after that. That’ll keep you in an even keel, Okay?”
Leo drank it down in one gulp: “Doesn’t taste too bad. Does that mean I can get dressed now?”
“Yes, your clothes will no longer give you a boner.”
“Thank You!” Leo changed into his clothes and came downstairs. Grouchy had a meal ready for them.
As they were finishing the portal opened and out walked Kingsley and Arthur.
“Harry and Draco, would you be so good as to take Leo to Vienna. We have a muggle aircraft at its airport waiting to take him to his conference. The taxi leaves the Grunrasenhof in half an hour.”
“Ugh! More of that squeezing. I think I wish I hadn’t eaten now.”
Draco winked conspiratorially at Harry: “Come with us, you’ll have enough time to have coffee in the coffee house there.”
“That’ll quell the sick feeling.”
Hand in hand the two male mages led Leo through the portals and then treated him to a proper Viennese ‘Kaffee und Kuchen’ whilst they waited for the taxi. Just to be sure, the two seers escorted Leo right to the door of the plane. Airport security were slightly put out until they saw their passes.
Draco got a muggle newspaper from Pressgang’s Emporium the following day. There was a picture of Leo being greeted by the Russian Leader. The accompanying article said that Leo was joshed for missing his plane, but no other mention was made of how he managed to catch the one from Vienna.
The seers followed with interest, via the muggle press, the reports on the muggle tiger conference and the amount that Leo pledged. That gave the Russian leader enough heart to deny the Chinese pressures. A few days later they read about two mutilated bodies that had been found in a Berkshire lake. That lake just happened to belong to some people who were on a round-the-world cruise. A couple of days later Kingsley asked them to his office. There he showed them the grisly police pictures and they confirmed that they were the two guards. He also informed them that the airport security people confirmed that the two seers plus Leo were in Vienna at the predicted time of the guards’ death. As far as they were concerned that episode was finished.
~~~ RE-MATCH ~~~
Three, or four days later Harry was in his study writing. He was interrupted by a daffodil from Lukas:
{Harmeister, I have a muggle at the Grunrasenhof here. He says his name is Leo. He has one of our discharged amulets around his neck.}
“Is he in the magical part of the house?”
{No Harmeister. Otto has found him a table in the coffee house.}
*I can go, Harry, if you’re busy.*
*Thanks Draco, please. I’m writing my Inquisitor’s report for tomorrow’s Watch Committee.* ─ “Draco will come and talk to him, Lukas.”
{Danke, Harmeister.}
Draco ported over. The guest was sitting in a secluded alcove in the coffee house. It was very ornate in rococo gilt and white; reminding Draco of the Manor: “Hello, Leo. How can we help?”
“The stuff you gave me worked quite well, but I still have the urges. So I wondered …? He left the sentence unfinished.
The seers knew that the distance limitation on thought transference was enhanced by proximity to the portals, so Harry was listening in.
*I think Leo’s trying to chat me up,* Draco sent.
*Well, Dudley did say that the muggle world was unsure of his affinities. He’s only six years older than us and still quite presentable.*
*Yes, I agree. But do we trust him to learn more about our world?*
*I asked Kingsley about his friend who got killed,* this time it was Astoria: *He’d had relations here who were killed in the first war. Kingsley thinks he’s sound.*
*I can come over and have a look at his aura if you like,* offered Ginevra.
*Yes please.*
“You’re silent … Erm … I didn’t mean to offend.”
“You didn’t, Leo. You sent me off into a reverie. My friends josh me regularly about it.”
“Good. It was so refreshing to be with you and your friend Harry. Most of my life is taken up in an entirely different milieu. Quite brash at times. Harry did mention something about a village where you live. He said it was self-contained about many of its resources … … …”
Draco caught the drift and encouraged Leo to tell him about the muggle take on these things. He was very enthusiastic, and Draco learned intriguing things about the muggle world as well. Being brought up in a purely magical world, he suddenly realised how little he knew. He also began to understand the cultural shock his lover underwent when he learned he had the thaumic gene at the age of eleven.
Ginevra arrived and was introduced as Harry’s wife. Leo’s face fell, but he smiled and was polite in his greeting.
“Are you married as well, Draco?”
“Yes. The four of us are linked and share a house.”
Leo definitely looked disappointed.
*His aura’s okay, Draco. I think he was fancying you, but you being married has put him off. Has he got a nice prick? I hear he has quite a female fan club, too. Dudley’s shown Millie some of his films on their telly. She’s definitely a fan. She was quite miffed that you didn’t bring him to see the gang at the cottage.*
*Let’s see if I can sort it?* Draco smiled at Leo: “I take it that you are aware of genetic heritages?”
“Yes?”
“Well, Harry and I share at least two such heritages. One is the ability to channel magic the other is what makes us extremely close mates.”
“Bed close?”
“Yes, and all that that implies.”
“I’m not sure I understand. You said you were married?”
“We are,” agreed Ginevra: “And I have four beautiful children to look after. However, my preference is for Astoria, Draco’s wife.”
Leo still looked puzzled and just nodded.
“The magical gene is quite rare and recessive,” Draco explained: “As you already know, we had a series of battles and quite a few witches and wizards were killed. So, the four of us were prevailed upon to continue the existence of our magely genes, especially because they are particularly strong ones. We were lucky in that we found a way to stop our magics fighting. Quite often this is the case when two mages marry, and it takes ages for their magical cores to become compatible enough for the witch to conceive.”
“Oh! I see. Why did you tell me that?”
“To put you at ease, after you thought you’d offended me. Harry tells me that you’re into green attitudes. Our village tries to use the power nature provides without polluting the atmosphere. Of course, harnessing the world’s latent thaums helps too. Perhaps you’d like to visit sometime.”
“Well … I had that sort of thing in mind when I called in.”
Draco quirked an eyebrow: “Only that?”
Leo looked at his feet for a few seconds, then looked up grinning: “I do know how to contain my desires, you know, and I am passionate about the overuse of the earth’s gifts. Especially as it will affect our children, not that I have any just now.”
“Very good. Let’s see if the Farmers Arms has a room to spare. Once you have finished your coffee, I’d better recharge your amulet. But we’ll do that upstairs out of the public view.”
“Thanks. But we’d better go quickly, I’ve just seen a paparazzo through the window.”
They rushed out and upstairs. An englamoured Lukas was waiting for them with the door open. Once closed it became like the other false doors lining the hallway. The cameraman rushed upstairs after them; but was unable to find which door they had gone through. Ginny said she wanted to see Otto, so Draco took Leo through the portals. In passing through Draco managed to brush his hand against Leo’s flies. The next time he did it Leo responded by groping him.
“Now we both know what is possible. But not here, please” Draco requested.
“As I said before, I know how to contain my desires, otherwise the media would have a field day.”
They arrived at the Bothy where Leo had a shock in seeing the unglamoured elves.
“There are a few other members of the magical races that you may meet as well, Leo. Consider the elves as servants, but not in a servile way, please. They actually enjoy making our lives comfortable. We treat them as colleagues, and they get satisfaction by making sure the domestics run smoothly. The other group you’ll meet are the goblins, they are our bankers, miners and dealers in precious items; in fact, a couple of them run our steam railway for us.”
“Surely burning coal pollutes the atmosphere.”
“It’s just water vapour, the heat is supplied thaumically. We even have some pretend electric engines that use travel-thaums.”
“I’ll have to get used to that idea.”
“Let’s go and have some lunch first. After that we’ll do a tour of the village.”
Being a weekday there were not too many people around, so Leo sat with the four seers and their offspring. It became obvious that Leo had a way with children. When they became fractious; he patiently got them to sit and told them a story. Adopting different characters to suit the occasion. The story had no point because he got them to guess what was coming next and then improvising upon that. Just occasionally he would surprise them by taking a different tack. So good was he, that the listening adults and elves became enthralled too.
The story telling drew to a close because James, Albus and Scorpius had to return to their primary school. Lilly was to have a nap and Leo his tour of the village. Of course, John homed in on the newcomer he had Timothy with him. Both priests were cognisant of Leo’s stardom but picked up the vibes from Draco. They mentioned a couple of his films and then offered to show him round the church. In passing they learned that Leo attended a Presbyterian church at his home.
“As yet we have no contacts with the free churches,” John remarked: “the roman church is represented in our seers’ world both in Spain and Italy.”
“On our honeymoon we met that nice Lutheran pastor, and he held a service on the train. Don’t forget we attended the ecumenical service in Vienna too.”
“I’m surprised that you have any dealings with the church, Draco.”
“Why’s that? Our thaumic talents can be used for the good of mankind and our priests see that our moral outlooks are kept up-to-date.”
“Harry and his friends protected the whole village when a bad sorcerer attacked,” John explained: “They have also healed people physically and mentally. Such things are in line with the creator’s intentions, why should the church withhold its blessing?”
“The magicals with whom I discuss ethics in class,” put in Timothy: “Have a greater understanding of their responsibility for the world, than many people of their age. Not that they’re sober-sided, they also have a keen sense of humour.”
“I’m slightly confused, you use seer, mage and magical when referring to Draco and his colleagues. Are they variations of the same term?”
“Nearly, Leo. Magical is the general term for all cogent beings who have the thaumic gene. Mage is for humans and can be used formally as a courteous greeting. Seer is a title of respect and is used on those of us who have extra powers.”
“Got the idea.”
They had a look around the church and Leo heard the story of Rosmerta Nigrus. Next port of call was the lounge bar of the Farmer’s arms, where Leo had an iced lemonade. Richard was very pleased to be able to offer the star a mini suite and Kreacher arranged for Leo’s luggage to be brought there.
Refreshment over they walked along the backs and found Jocasta and Timothea waiting with the train.
“Kreacher said you had a guest you were showing around.”
Draco chuckled: “Thanks. The grapevine’s working properly, I see.”
It was the humming engine. Leo had a look under the bonnet to find nothing there.
“I told you about it,” remonstrated a smiling Draco, as they trundled along.
“Yes, I know you did, but you could have been joking. I still had to see for myself. It does take some getting used to, you know. I’m a little out of my comfort zone.”
“Sorry. I’ll try and explain things next time.”
“No need to be sorry. How about I ask if I don’t understand something, like I did about the titles.”
“Very good!”
At the quarry the visitor was intrigued by the weaving and lapidary work, all powered by water. He had a chat with Griswold, who had a steam engine in pieces. They walked back via Michael’s mill and an overwhelmed miller explained about the generator.
“Is that who I think it is, Draco? He’s really into green-stuff, isn’t he?” Michael whispered.
“Yes, Michael, but we’re playing it low-key, for his comfort. He’s just learning about our alternative world.”
“He has my sympathy then. I still find it overawing.”
That gave Michael a subject to start with. Draco learned a little more about the muggle world, especially when Leo and Michael moved on to discussing places they had visited around the globe. The glasshouses were next followed by Marianne and her stew-ponds, then the filters for the village water supply and back through the milk wood to the cottage. Draco was hot and suggested a swim.
“Nice idea, I’ll go and get my trunks and a towel from the inn.”
“No need, we swim in the nude here. That is if you’re not too bashful.”
Leo chuckled: “The paparazzi caught me swimming in the nude a couple of times, so I don’t mind. There’s an advantage too.”
“Advantage?”
“Yes! You’ve had your hands on me; so … …”
“When the girls are around, we’re more circumspect.”
*We’ll let you have your fun first!* came from Ginevra.
“However, there are no girls around just now.”
*I’m joining in!* from Harry.
“What about a towel?”
“The elves will bring some when we’re ready”
Harry appeared already in the buff. Leo beat Draco in becoming déshabillé and jumped in. Dean and Seamus appeared.
“Is this a private party?”
“No Dean, meet Leo … Leo, Dean’s mate is Seamus.”
“Hi! The Yates will be here soon.”
“Who’re the Yates?”
“The three young men you met in the glasshouses.”
The three naked Yates bomb-shelled into the water. All was decorous for about seven minutes with them swimming lengths and chatting. Seamus broke it up when Washington passed a rude remark, so Irish ducked a Yate. Naturally the other Yates went after Seamus, whose lover defended him. Quite quickly the pool descended into mayhem of the gay kind and became cock tag. Leo was nonplussed to begin with, but soon overcame any inhibitions, fondling and being fondled in turn. He managed to make Harry give a blobby donation, just before Dean obtained Leo’s libation. Each of the Yates had a good handful of the guest; but were unable to make him cum again. However, he managed to procure a double eruption from Coleman and Graham, it seems Leo was ambidextrous, at least at this form of exercise. It was the Irishman’s fingers that had some American milt flowing out for a second time. Leo was introduced next to the broonies as they fished for blobs. The fun finished abruptly when Ginevra and Astoria appeared. They were timely enough to see that final eruption and the instrument that made it.
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