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The Train	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco lay on the table with his stiff cock on display and Michael Corner pumping it.

Harry ogled the erect cock and its surround of pale blond curls and found himself wanting to do what Michael had commenced to do. He also felt his own appurtenance rising at the thought. Unconsciously Harry measured the blond’s arousal by comparing it with his own. Not quite as big but fairly near. He blushed when he realised he had stuck his hand down behind his belt and was tracing his throbbing veins with a finger when Michael was doing the same with his finger on Draco’s dong. Luckily for Harry, Justin and Michael were concentrating on Draco’s knob and didn’t see Harry retract his hand furtively. However Draco did see because his head was level with Harry’s crotch; not that Draco said anything at the time.

This turned out to be a straight wank and the Slyth was soon squirting his seed. That finished, Michael gripped the base of Draco’s stem and gave a rub to the crimson glans. The blond reacted violently, not fisticuff variety, but shouting and arching his abdomen. At the next rub his heels hammered on the back of the seat where they had been resting. The subsequent stroke brought Draco’s hands into play as he tried to defend his highly sensitive bits. Justin had been prepared for this and caught Draco’s wrists as they came down.

“Seven times you did this to me, Malfoy, so seven times you’ll have to endure it from Mike. Then it will be my turn and Mike can count the rubs.”

The next time Draco tried to curl up, but Harry went round to the other end and caught his ankles. Between them, Justin and Harry stretched the wriggling body out again. After the seventh application the Slyth’s muscles were trembling and there was no longer any need to restrain him.

“Are you going to have your turn now, Justin?”

“Not immediately, Harry; Draco needs to recover, otherwise it will be no fun for him or for me, will it? He never let things go too far, so neither must we.”

“If you say so Justin; I must say that his vocabulary is quite coarse for one who is supposed to have been brought up in a refined way.”

A groan came from the vicinity of the table. Draco was sitting up, legs apart, gently dabbing at his genitals with a handkerchief: “H-h-ha, I learned most of it from the death eaters. Ooh! I’m still quite tender.”

“So were we when you’d finished with us Malfoy,” riposted Michael, from the loo compartment where he was washing his hands.

“Okay, point taken. I just hope that I have some prick left when you’ve all finished rubbing it.”

“Um … I’m not sure what you mean?”

“It was you who suggested reparations, Harry. It was not just these two that my team molested, you know.”

“Oh … So who else then?”

Draco closed his eyes and concentrated: “Hmm … The ones we suspected were in your army … Let’s see … Oh, fairly easy … All the ones who are returning with us.”

“What … Girls as well as boys?”

“No!” Draco shouted and looked appalled: “We don’t do such things to girls, what a terrible thought. Apart from me not liking to, we’d be destroying their marriageability. What a nasty idea … Ugh.”

“So-o-o … You’re gay then?”

“Hmm … Not given it much thought … I suppose I must be … I used to get all het up when father mentioned possible wives. Most of them were baggages like Pansy and Millie … Daphne and Tracy are better behaved, but I don’t fancy them either. Gay or not there’ll be pressure on me to have at least one legitimate child.” Draco paused, lost in thought: “Maybe it’d be better for the Malfoys to die out; we’ve no manor and no money either … Ah well!” During his soliloquy Draco had dressed himself.

There was a knock on the door and whoever it was, was bidden to come in.

“Hi Guys. Your cabin looks just like ours. The Slug has produced some eats for lunch. Looks like quite a spread. Much better than we can buy off the trolley lady. I reckon he had it miniaturised.”

“Fine, Nev, we’ll be along in a minute.”

“Harry I need to talk to you.”

“We’ll take Draco with us Harry. You stay and chat to Nev.”

“Thanks Mike.”

The trio walked out leaving the two Gryffs alone in the cabin.

“Okay, Nev; tell me.”

“It’s about making friends with Malfoy.”

“So? We’re not exactly friends, Nev. Not like you, me and the rest of our dorm mates.”

“Good to see you being cautious. Erm … I haven’t told anyone but he’s got wandering hands.”

Harry chuckled: “Like into your flies and wanking you?”

“I wouldn’t have put it as crudely as that, but yes. He and his gang had me bent backwards over a desk more than once; I’d not want that to happen to you.”

“He’s lost his gang now, Nev, and he’s admitted to interfering with all the guys in the DA who are on this train. He’s also offered recompense, like for like.”

“Oh … I see … One step ahead of me as usual;” Neville looked hurt.

“Neville,” Harry put a comforting arm around his friend’s shoulders: “I appreciate greatly that you wanted to warn me. We’d only just found out ourselves. Mike’s already had the blond’s prick in his hand.”

“Oh … Right … Do we all get a turn?”

“If you want to.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“How many times did he have you?”

“Twice, I think … No … Three times … C’mon all the good food will be gone.”

Harry followed Neville as they retraced their steps into the lounge-car.

In the dining section were three bays of tables. Two tables in each bay separated by a centre aisle and each table had four fixed plush seats, vacated for the time being. For the moment, one table had the necessary utensils on it, another a selection of glasses and bottles, the third had a selection of cold meats, another held the salads and cold collage of vegetables. One of the last two held various sauces and condiments; sundry cold puddings filled the final table. Harry and Neville picked up the necessary eating-irons plus a plate each and began to place the delicacies thereon; moving into the common-room to join the chatting and munching others.

Whilst he was circulating Harry was asked about his greeting of the blond and he explained about Draco trying to turn over a new leaf. To those who warranted an explanation, Harry explained what Draco had in mind. Some of the students could see the point immediately; others, like Neville, advised him to be cautious. A few more were extremely suspicious; asking if a leopard could ever change its spots. There were just two who felt aggrieved: Dean and Seamus. They told Harry of Draco’s naughty goings-on. To which Harry replied, telling them about the Slyth’s offer of reparations.

“You mean he’ll let us play with his?” Dean asked, in astonishment: “The ice-king will let us play with his icicle? Ooh … I say.”

Seamus looked slightly hurt: “Lusting after someone else then, Dean?”

“No, Love, not really. Just that I’d like to see what he’s got and get my own back for those things he did to us. Have you seen it Harry, is it as big as yours?”

“I bet our prize bull had first go,” suggested Seamus: “Did you screw his balls off, Harry?”

“There’s a difference between reparations and revenge, Seamus. He’s not had me so I shan’t have him. Got it? May I remind you two, not to go any further than he did? We know about the antics your bed is supposed to hide and how far you go to satisfy each other, so there’ll be no sucking or fucking him; is that clear?”

“You’re no fun to be with,” Seamus mock scowled: “Okay, we understand. Once we’re even-stevens it’s a level playing field.”

“Yes, Harry, got it.” Dean nodded and smiled slyly: “The rapprochement will be fun. However I reckon he’s one of us, you know.”

“He almost admitted so when Mike had his cock out earlier … Hey … What do you mean, ‘one of us’ … Are you including me in that category?”

“Well now, you were okay when we messed around in the dorm, not like Ronniekins and Nev. So maybe you are.” Seamus looked slyly at the green-eyed one.

“You weren’t exactly chasing the girls before the war either, Harry,” added Dean: “Okay we know about weepy Cho, and mannish Ginevra, but you did have a crush on Oliver. No doubt you remember us catching you out in the broomstick store, don’t you? He wasn’t teaching you tactics either was he.”

Seamus giggled: “Techniques more than tactics, I think.” He gave Harry a gentle grope. “Mmm … I see you’re excited about the idea, Mr Potter.”

“Gerroff,” Harry said quietly, but without rancour: “I will admit to being turned on by seeing Mike wanking him. Ginny tried to organise my every living minute and I got fed up with that.”

“We’d heard … You’re better off without that one … From what we’ve heard she has wandering hands and they’re not too choosy where they wander, either.”

“They wandered my way a few times, I must admit; and my prick responded. Not that she managed to pump anything out of me. Um … Maybe I do fancy boys more; I really went hard and leaky when Mike had Draco’s cock out.”

“Perhaps your mutual dislike was a form of attraction, but neither of you dared admit it? They say that love and hate often share the same bed.”

“Not sure about that, Dean. I can’t quite see me doing what you two do in bed, to him. Not sure I’d want him doing that to me either. Still … Reparation politics … I shouldn’t be seen taking advantage of him, should I?”

“Perhaps not immediately, Harry. Keep an eye on him and see if the idea grows. It did with us, didn’t it Dean?”

Harry chuckled ruefully: “Kingsley asked me to keep an eye on him too; I doubt that he meant it quite like that, though.”

“Don’t be too sure, Harry. Kingsley’s a subtle operator.” Dean tapped the side of his nose knowingly: “Think about the political ramifications if the two opposites got together. Anyway, you started it by shaking hands with him in public, like that.”

“Merlin’s balls, Rita will have a field day.” Harry looked worried.

“Probably not. We overheard Kingsley telling her exactly what she was to write, as we got on the train. As I said, he’s an astute politician. Best Minister we’ve had for ages.”

Harry moved on and chatted to the other students, using some of the skills he’d learned whilst attending the official functions he was unable to avoid. Whilst he was eating his peach melba he saw Draco hemmed in by Dean and Seamus. He was almost sure he saw Seamus having a grope. So Harry drifted over to make sure no public display took place.

“Hmm … Harry? Dean and Seamus want me to come and see their cabin, do you object?”

“Are you being coerced, Draco?”

“Not really, do you want to come and supervise them?”

“You can trust us Harry,” said Dean: “I’ll make sure Seamus doesn’t go too far.”

Harry thought about it for a minute and realised that, if he became involved, things might just get out of hand; just as they had done a couple of times a couple of years back when he and his dorm-mates were experimenting. Harry had found it a very alarming experience. He decided that if he were to come out, that that kind of overt display was not the way he would like it to be; besides he was not yet sure if he were gay or not.

“Fine … I think I can trust my fellow Gryffs not to go over the top.”

As he said the words Harry got a very odd look from Draco. It was not pleading. It was not anger. The nearest Harry could describe it was disappointment, but even that was not one hundred percent correct. As the trio wandered off he did not have time to consider further because Hermione buttonholed him.

“What’s this whisper going around about Draco, Harry?”

“What rumour would that be, Hermione?”

“I know that tone, you’re hiding something.”

Harry kept silent and gave his friend a noncommittal smile.

“Humph … Alright … He’s gay and he’s letting everyone who wants to play with him,” Hermione blushed: “You know … Down there.”

“Not everyone, Hermione, just those who he and his cronies wronged in the same way.”

“Why?”

“Um … I’ve been thinking about that. He’s greatly changed, you know. I quite like the fellow now. I’ve always admired his self assurance – something I don’t have. Remember when you and Ron got fed up with me because I admitted I had no real plan to find the Horcruxes? I think he thinks that by allowing the aggrieved people to get their own back, he can atone for what he did.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Harry.”

“I’m not so sure, Hermione. I admit I was surprised when he offered, but the practicality of it makes sense in an odd sort of way. He’ll be seen to be subservient to others; they have the possibility to work out their aggression on him. Not that I will allow that to get out of hand. Some people will still call him names regardless. But then people call me names too, none of which are the true me; as you well know.”

“But it’s disgusting!”

“I could say that about you with your hand inside Ron’s trousers. Don’t deny it; you know I’ve caught you more than once. If he’s gay, like Dean and Seamus, then it is natural – alright, maybe he should choose a mate and settle down. Don’t forget that his home life under Voldie was more depraved than mine was under Uncle Vernon. Mine was a very restricted upbringing; his was just the opposite, at least for the last few years.”

“Humpf … Why are you defending him, Harry? Has he found a way into your heart? You always were a sucker for defending the weakest ones. However, I think this goes further … I think that Draco’s behaviour has set loose another line of thinking in your brain, Harry. Are you having another Oliver experience, perhaps?”

“Could be … I admit the idea excites me sexually … Not that I’ll do anything just now … I’m still not sure … Anyway, he hasn’t had me that way so I have no excuse to have him; have I?”

“What happens in a week or two’s time, Harry; when Draco’s worked off all his debts? What if he makes it plain to you that he wants you?”

“I’ll jump that bridge when I get there. I’ll tell you one thing though; if he tries to organise the pants off me, like Ginny did, he’ll not get a look in, not even a sniff.”

“Don’t be too sure, love does strange things to us. Ron and I for instance. Look at us, different as chalk and cheese, but I’ll do anything for him. If he’d asked I wouldn’t have returned to school.”

“He would never have asked, Hermione; he cares too much about you. That’s the sort of give and take I expected from Ginny.” Harry sighed: “I was all give and she was all take, wasn’t it. I can see that now. I suppose it was a continuation of me having to save everybody and being indoctrinated by Dumbles to do so. Well I’m growing away from that now. I think I left that bit of me behind attached to the mewling flesh under the seat of the heavenly King’s Cross.”

“Nice to see you’re growing up, Harry. I’m pleased for you. I agree, I don’t think Ginny was right for you. Ron was the first to spot it, you know. We had a discussion about it; he says it’s like chess, where you feint at one place, really intending to go someplace else. Maybe your someplace else might be with Draco, or someone like him. I’m not pushing you, Harry, please understand that.” Hermione gave a rueful half-laugh: “I’m growing out of that phase too. Just know that whatever you decide you’ll have our support. We’ve been through too much together to break up about who your future partner might be.”

“Thanks Hermione, nice to know I still have close friends. How will you be managing without seeing Ron all the time?”

“He’s flooing over to Hogsmeade each Sunday and Aberforth has a room for us to be private in. So I’ll have my head in my books for six days and my head on his lap for the remaining one.” Hermione looked around: “I can’t see Draco anywhere, should we be alarmed?”

“Not really, he’s gone with Seamus and Dean to their cabin. Tony and Zack are still out here so they’ll have some privacy.”

“Seamus and Dean?” Hermione looked alarmed.

“They won’t take things too far, they may be gay, but they do have that Gryffindor sense of decency too.”

“Yes I suppose they do. Shouldn’t you be there just to be sure?”

“No Hermione, they’re grown up too. Besides, we only have to keep an eye on him, not supervise his every minute; like Ginny did with me. Those two are not immoral death-eaters. He may have very sensitive shaft after they’ve finished, but that’s to be expected. His victims had the same problem after he had finished with them. I get the feeling that he’s trying to get into my good-books by doing so.”

“Humph … Well … He seemed to be honest with you about his Mother pressuring him to make up to you. Maybe that’s it.”

“Um … Maybe,” Harry did not sound at all sure.

Morag came by: “Harry, we need to discus who will be on the Quidditch team …”

Daphne inveigled Hermione to see her new book on magical antecedents, saying that she thought that a Granger family she had found might be one of Hermione’s forebears.

Other conversations were entered into before it was time for arrival at Hogsmeade station. The eighth-years were to alight and attend the feast. Meanwhile the carriages would be shunted into the siding and attached to the tame engine.

Harry went to their cabin to wash-up and find his robe along with the other two. Whilst they were there Draco came in. He was slightly bow-legged and Harry became worried.

“It’s all right, no need to fuss. If I walk like this my undershorts don’t rub quite as much. They were proper gentlemen and didn’t go beyond what my lot had done to them. However it has left me somewhat sensitive. I’ve got a potion to rub on it.”

“Here you are, Master.”

“Thank you Grouchy.” Draco retired to the loo compartment, reappearing a couple of minutes later with his usual jaunty stride.

They shared a landau together; all the returning students could see the thestrals now, even some of the first-years.

Before the sorting Minerva stood and the hall hushed: “You may be slightly surprised when the new students appear, among them will be the first set of goblins. You may have also noticed a new face at the top table. Goblin Professor Holderness will be conducting the new ‘Appreciation of other races’ course which will replace and include the muggle studies course. Minister Shacklebolt you have all already met, he will be taking the senior school for DADA; Tutor Potter will be taking the juniors in this subject. In the same way Tutor Malfoy will be assisting Professor Slughorn for Potions.”

There was an amount of noise after that announcement. During which Harry said to Hermione: “I met Hamish Holderness at one of Kingsley’s dos. He’s got a lively sense of humour, and reminds me slightly of Remus.”

Further remarks were interrupted by Filius ushering the first-years in and crowning them with the hat. Each house got its fair share of goblins.

Towards the end of the feast a number of students came up to their table and congratulated Harry on his appointment. Not quite as many also congratulated Draco. Harry heard a few muttered conversations in the corridors afterwards; most seemed to hope that Draco would not be a snarky as Snape had been, but were happy that he knew his subject.

In order to reach their carriages they had to cross the covered bridge and follow a sloping walkway which appeared to be fringed with trees and bushes. After walking for a minute Hermione stopped, looking puzzled.

“These can’t be real,” she observed: “This slope should lead to Hagrid’s hut. It never had trees on it.”

“Hmm … This is about where you hit me, Hermione,” Draco agreed: “There should be a stone dolmen.”

“We should be able to hear the wind in their branches,” remarked Daphne: “But they’re eerily silent.

“I think we’re surrounded by a tubular occluding and silencing charm,” commented Zacharias: “I wonder what’s so frightening out there? I hope Flit will teach us how to make one.”

Argus Filtch was seen coming towards them so they waited and questioned him.

“Your observations are true, that’s how it was. Hagrid’s home was destroyed and the dolmen walked away.”

“Those stones can’t walk; they must weigh hundreds of tons each.”

“Well you see, master Corner, the magic ran riot out there. Far too much was used and it created some strange phenomena. The professors created this protected tunnel to keep you safe. Me, I would have let you fight your way to the carriages, it’d put some backbone into you all. I dare say, Hagrid will be taking detentioners out to search for lost souls and transmuted animals; a fitting punishment too, if you ask me. Those naughty students need a good fright to keep ’em in line. No doubt I’ll be taking Messrs Potter and Malfoy out there soon. There’s more than unicorn blood being drunk in the forest now.” The caretaker rubbed his hands together and scowled in gruesome glee.

“You don’t scare us,” said Draco in a loud voice, pulling back his shoulders and staring straight into Filtch’s eyes.

“We’ve been through too much for your stories to scare us any longer,” supported Harry, bracing his torso and standing alongside the blond.

Somehow those two gestures electrified the others: “YEAH!” came out defiantly.

“Oh well, suit yourselves,” the caretaker grinned malevolently and walked past them.

“Thanks for supporting me,” said Draco when Filtch had moved away: “I was a bit nervous.”

“We all were, Draco,” answered Susan: “We’ve all seen horrors that we thought only dwelt on fairy tales and ghost stories. I’m so glad the professors made the tunnel. I shan’t be straying outside it for the moment. Maybe later, when my curiosity urges me, I might consider it. After all we’re the new generation that has to defend the world from hideous magical beings. However I think I’d like to rest a while first.”

There were nods of agreement and the group scurried downhill to the perceived safety of the train’s coaches. Once inside, they all went to the common-room. As soon as Harry and Draco sat down their respective elves popped up with a cool glass of Butterbeer each.

“Thanks Kreacher, where did this come from?”

“The Hogwarts Reeve said you were all adults now, so we could serve it. There’re a couple of barrels behind the bar. Is it alright if we serve the others, not just your dorm-mates? I know quite a few from when they visited Grimmauld Place for your birthday party.”

“If you wish to, you may. Won’t you be overtaxed?”

“We’ve got Winky helping us; I think she’ll stay sober if she feels she has a family to look after again. I know it’s not a real family, but she can deal with a couple of dozen, whereas the hundreds of students in the academy overwhelm her.”

Draco had been listening in to the conversation: “Grouchy can help out too, Kreacher.”

The elf chuckled: “As his elder I told him he had to, Master Draco.”

Draco smiled: “Of course, I should have remembered that. Would it help if Harry officially took Winky into his household?”

“It might. Give her a couple of weeks first. I’d like to see if she can keep her head out of the barrels. Then being accepted would be a reward for good behaviour wouldn’t it? Uh-ho, Mistress Hermione’s coming over, I’m off.” Pop.

“Why’s he afraid of Hermione?”

Harry sighed: “She has this thing about elves being unpaid slaves and wants to give them all clothes. Kreacher’s dead set against it. He says he’s got a good master who doesn’t kick him etc.”

“That’s what Mother says, treat them well and they’ll serve you well. Father only received indifferent treatment from them because they were scared of him. I followed Mother’s ideas; so when I was sent to bed for some misdemeanour, one of them would always sneak up a special treat.”

Hermione arrived looking peeved: “Why have you told Kreacher to serve everyone, Harry?”

“I didn’t, he and Grouchy offered. Kreacher’s getting Winky involved too. He thinks it’ll help her to stay sober. We’ll all be like a family to her.”

“Oh! Well I hope it works.” Hermione looked chagrined and moved off.
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