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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
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Nude males comparing sizes and mutual-masturbation.)
~~~ MANORIAL ~~~
“Now Draconius, you are going to attend the magical academy. As a pure-blood and a Malfoy you must endeavour to be the best in every subject.”
“Yes Father.”
“You must continue the family tradition by telling the sorting hat that you want to be in Slytherin House, d’you hear me?”
“Yes Father.” Draco tried to look interested, but this was the umpteenth time his sire had had this conversation with him.
“I have heard that Harry Potter will be attending as a first year. We need to cultivate those who are well regarded in society. Having survived the killing curse, he must be a very strong mage; it would give our family great prestige if you were to become his friend.”
“Yes Father,” Draco forbore telling Paterfamilias of the argument he had already had in Madam Malkin’s shop. He knew that he would be beaten if his father knew of the misunderstanding.
“You are to keep yourself uncontaminated of contact with Mudbloods and the like. Do you understand?”
“Yes Father.” It took all of Draco’s skill to maintain a mask of interest whilst undergoing a further hour of pre-school nagging from Lucius.
~~~ HOGWARTS ~~~
Having tried to follow his Father’s instructions and seek friendship with Potter, only to be rebuffed by the persuasions of the Weasel; Draco was not in a good mood when he donned the Sorting Hat.
Hat: *Let me see … You have a good brain and Ravenclaw is the best for thinkers … and yet I find some resistance to that idea*.
D: *My father wishes me to join Slytherin, the house that all our ancestors have favoured*.
Hat: *But Hogwarts is most interested in developing your skills therefore Rave …*
D: *… I have only one friend; that’s my Godfather, he’s the Slytherin Housemaster*.
Hat: *Are you sure? In Slytherin you will be unhappy …*
D: *… Happier than at my so called stringent home …*
Hat: *… You will be hurt by others there …*
D: *… And beaten bloody by my father if I don’t join …*
Hat: *… Oh, very well then, * “Slytherin!”
A triumphant Draco marched off to the table watched calculatingly by Marcus Flint.
We all know of Harry's conversation with the hat, so that will not be reported here.
~~~ TERM-TIME ~~~
The first skirmish in the fluid situation was between Harry and Draco. Neville had been given a ball-like remembrall. During an early Broomstick lesson, he had dropped it and Draco had picked it up. Harry sussed that the blond did not intend to return it to its rightful owner and demanded it back. Draco, feeling spiteful, refused. After some aggressive words had been exchanged, the blond mounted his steed and flew off. Incensed, Harry followed suit. There followed a rapid and aerobatic chase viewed, by accident, by Harry's house-mistress and Headmistress, combined.
But how was Draco induced to throw the remembrall away?
Out of sight of the headmistress, Harry had almost caught up with the flying blond and reached forward to grasp Draco’s belt. Some of Harry’s wild magic took over and, instead of slowing Draco down, converted the blond’s trousers into a kind of elastic fabric. The result was that Draco carried on and Harry found he had a handful of Malfoy trousers. Thus, Harry had had a good view of a bare blond bottom and what hung in-between its supporting thighs before Draco realised his trousers were missing. Looking back, he realised that Harry had, somehow, managed to remove the draconian lower garments. In turning and reaching to retrieve the missing items exposed he his genital area to full view.
“Very pretty Malfoy, are you going to show the rest of the class?”
“Give me them back?”
“I’ll swap you for the remembrall.”
Draco still felt vindictive and threw the remembrall high into the air. Harry chuckled and, balling the trousers followed suit. He had an even better view of Draco’s genital area as the blond stretched to retrieve the garments. Only then did Harry remember the remembrall and go diving after it. Draco dived through an unglazed casement, landed on an empty floor and, fuming, re-clothed himself. He decided to seek revenge but, like Blaise, he bided his time.
~~~ FIRST TERM ~~~
By the time nearly four months had elapsed the first-year students had settled in reasonably. New friendships had been formed and enmities sharpened. However, they still remembered their first days occasionally. Some were happy memories and others less so. Harry's and Draco's were still quite clear. Arrival at Hogwarts was a relief for them both and it also was a time for curiosity. They were with different kinds of people. The professors, seemed to care and want to show and tell them things. Even the older boys were interested in showing them the ropes; and then there were passageways to explore, doors to open and the extensive grounds to chase around in.
Sleeping in a dormitory was a new experience. For Harry, it was comforting to have others around him who did not demand anything or threaten. For Draco, it was different. The space he had was much smaller than his suite at the Manor. His area, although situated in a semi-private alcove felt cramped; he had to share washing facilities; something he was totally unused to. Accustomed to wandering around in his home domain wearing little or nothing, here his shyness made him cover up. Of course, he forgot once and Theodore, the ever-present thorn in his side, drew the other boys' attention to it. So much so that they waylaid him, held him down and felt his privates. There was a plus about sharing a bathroom, however; Theodore was shamed into bathing regularly.
In Harry's dorm, which was open plan, each person changed privately near their bed space, that was until Ronald forgot one day and Seamus made a rude remark.
"I needed the loo quickly," replied Ronald: "Or I might have wet the bed. Anyway, we all have the same equipment. I know because I've seen my older brothers' bits many times. They're bigger and longer and have more hairs around them, but then we're all different shapes and sizes.” From then on the Gryff dorm became quite casual about wandering around in the nude. Especially in the morning and evening when bedtime was near.
~~~ MEASURED ~~~
One very warm evening a couple of months after he had joined the quidditch team and had been to practice, Harry walked into the dorm, removing his clothes and dumping them on his bed. He was contemplating a cool shower to remove the sweat and combat the sticky heat. He looked at Seamus's bed and saw its occupant and Dean, close together, poring over a tattered book pointing and giggling. He wandered over:
"May I have a look?"
With a sly grin Seamus made space for Harry to sit between them. The book was indeed well used and slightly grubby, Harry first noticed that someone had neatly altered some of the diagrams. Then he looked closer at the content, with a delightful shiver, he realised that this was a book on anatomy and that the page was open on male genitalia. There were written descriptions about the various functions, but the drawings were subtly different; nearly all now showed erections. Being a magical book as well, it was possible to watch the moving illustrations and throbbing emissions, glans’s emerging from prepuces, and the placement those instruments in a girl's vagina. Only, these last depictions had been altered to look like male anuses. Harry looked at these and felt his own flesh growing in sympathy. He looked at the other two and saw that theirs were already hard.
"Where did you find it?"
"One of the twins gave it to me saying that it was Ron's. Harry, yours is a quite bit bigger than ours. Now this page," Dean turned over a couple of leaves: "Says that the bigger your prick is, the more magic you can practice. That figures, you're that much quicker than the rest of us, in charms."
"And that as we grow older it grows to show how many thaums we can call forth," added Seamus; pointing at another expanding and contracting diagram.
Harry looked down and Seamus shuffled over to lay his tube alongside Harry's. Harry's was indeed fatter and about an inch longer. When measured against Dean's brown todger it exceeded that by at least half an inch. Whilst they were comparing Ronald burst into the room. He had just visited the bathroom and was carrying most of his clothes.
"Fred says to give me a book."
"Here it is, we were just having a peek to see what it was about."
Ronald's eyes went round when he saw the depictions, and a bulge appeared in his undershorts.
Seamus leaned forward and opened up the slit, out fell a red rod. Ronald grunted and went to cover up, but Dean caught his hand.
"No Ron, we were only comparing sizes. Are you as big as Harry? You should be bigger cause you're taller."
Ronald blushed, looked at the other hard rods, and drew his shorts down. It turned out that he was only slightly shorter than Harry, but not anyway as near as plump.
Neville was next to come in, fully dressed as usual. He took one look at the assembled erections and fled to his bed: "What are you doing?" he asked from behind a bed curtain.
"Looking at Ron's book."
"It's not mine; it's the twins."
"B-but you're all naked and big."
"We were only measuring to see who has the most magic. At the moment, we think Harry's best."
"Measuring? Oh, have we been given a gauger?"
"What's one of those?"
"A device for measuring our magic. I've been told the process is very embarrassing."
There was a knock on the door and, without thinking, Neville called out: "Come in!"
When Neville called out: “Come in” it caused a rush to find a pillow or other cover, Harry was not quite as quick as the others.
In came Oliver with a leather receptacle in his hands. He caught sight of a Potter pert prick: "I see you were expecting me, Harry."
"Um ... No ... not really," lifting a corner of his bed-curtain to hide his deflating dick.
"Really?" I told you I would come and visit when you were staring at our nakedness in the showers after the match."
Harry coloured-up: "Um ... I wasn't staring, just idly interested."
"Come off it, Harry. I saw you put on your glasses deliberately."
"Well ... You had your hands on Marky's and it was losing its wrinkles to grow big and shiny. Yours was already crimson and bobbing, because he'd tickled it for five minutes."
Oliver looked at the others and winked: "Some idle interest, don't you think?" That remark brought forth dirty sniggers from Dean and Seamus.
"Hardly idle interest either. He must have stood there for quarter of an hour, at least." Oliver looked at Harry again: "You must have seen me come, as well."
Harry looked at his feet and then out of the window, very obviously not wanting to meet Oliver's enquiring eyes. Seamus leaned over and snatched the curtain corner away. Harry had been concealing a re-energised red rod.
"I bet you'd have liked to come, Harry,” Seamus teased: “Just look at your end. It resembles the one in this picture, all throbbing shiny and ready for shooting."
Harry shuddered: "No I'm not."
"Yes you are," countered Dean; pulling the covering Potter hand away from the pulsing flesh. He touched the shiny end and Harry flinched.
"Not shooting, I grant you that, but the shine's there and it is pulsing at a greater rate than the one in the picture."
Seamus stared at Harry, whose hips were undulating slowly. Then he cast an enquiring eye on Oliver: "Go on Mate, let's see yours. I bet you're worked up already, because you've got a big bulge.
Dean was next to Oliver and slid a hand down inside the older boy's track-suit: "Quite right, Irish, he has and it's at least as big as Harry's."
Oliver grunted at the intrusion. Then he smiled cunningly: "I'll trade you ... A feel at mine, for a feel at yours when I gauge you. Now show me what you've got."
All but Neville removed their covering pillows. Seamus and Dean were at full mast, Ronald's stuck out horizontally, but still slightly soft.
Oliver looked at Neville: "Too shy, are you?"
"N-not really … Erm … I want more."
"More?"
"Y-yes-s ... I want to pump it and see you come."
Oliver looked at Neville, who was quivering: "You've got a deal, but you'll have to be last. I've only got enough left for one more shot. You're not the only ones I've gauged today, you know." He wriggled slightly and pulled his track suit bottoms down revealing that he went commando. Then he stretched and removed his track-suit top to stand nakedly directly in front of Harry, who stared at the throbbing robin on the older boy.
"You first, I think."
He had no need to grope forward. Harry's hips had saved him the trouble. Oliver caught hold of the extended meat and Harry shuddered, grabbing his bed-post for support. The fingers of Oliver's left hand clicked and a device flew out of the leather case. He now held a peculiar contraption with a hole, a slot, dials and several screws on it. After being asked, Harry slid onto his bed and lay-down, legs apart. Oliver, gauger in hand, sat next to him. Harry now had access to Oliver's pink prick and took advantage of it. In turn Oliver massaged Harry's flesh to full extension, placing it in the gauger and carefully fixing it inside. Harry's hips surged forward when this happened and his hard-on expanded even further. Oliver flicked his wand and the screws and dials fluttered in response. So, did Harry's abdomen.
Once measured Oliver made a calculation. Having asked for Harry’s weight and height; he scribbled on a piece of parchment. "Merlin! Harry!" Oliver exclaimed: "Your count is already beating mine by one and a half points. If only you could come you'd beat me hollow. Merlin help the girl when you do."
Harry blushed: "I was thinking of a certain Slytherin blond, actually. He really does seem to be fucked-up."
Oliver smiled: "From what I've heard on the school grape-vine, he might enjoy it, too. Still you're both at the age when that kind of thing appeals greatly. You'll change your ideas in a couple of years, most likely." ‘But I haven't yet’ Oliver added within the secret cell of his mind.
Dean was next and Harry followed Oliver around the dorm; learning how to do the calculation. Harry enjoyed seeing a different coloured shooter alter and realised that, fully expanded, Dean's reactions were the same as his own although not scoring as much on the apparatus. Ronald was next, and went shy.
"Come on Ron, it was your book that made us hard to begin with."
"I keep telling you, it's not mine."
A wicked grin lit Harry's face: "You said it was the twins'. I know ... We'll get the twins in to gauge you."
Ronald looked stricken, but his rod began to expand: "... I-I-I've seen theirs ... They were doing it in the bath and hadn't closed the door properly." His prong pinged: "They caught me peeping ... Oh Circe ... They put me in the bath, soaped me up, and then squirted hot water at it ... Merlin ... Did I go hard? Then when I got out they kept touching it. I couldn't get away from their hands. It was summer and I had hand-me-down shorts on, big enough for it not to show, and baggy enough for them to slip a hand in from anywhere."
"Good score, Ron. One point above Dean.”
"I want Harry to do me, please?" asked Seamus: "Then I can play with his ... "I'll give you my turn at Oliver's," he added quickly, when Harry looked as though he might refuse.
Harry agreed immediately, replacing Ronald's digits on Oliver’s log. Seamus was very thorough in the genital exploration of Harry's private area. Caressing places that Harry had not realised were susceptible. Harry was business-like in the application of the gauger; proving that Seamus had the lowest score so far, but not by much. Oliver removed the apparatus and approached Neville, who had been preparing himself already, so the gauger was in place immediately.
Neville's celebratory approach to Oliver's gonads was indirect and had Oliver's body displaying itself indecently. Seamus was still handling Harry's hard-on, whilst watching Neville's technique. Harry shrugged and continued his caressing of an Irish intumescence. Unconsciously they practiced upon each other what they saw Neville's fingers doing. Three abdomens heaved in sensual delight and a trio of throbbing robins glowed with inhibited release. Neville caressed the sides of Oliver's shining dome and its owner shivered and shook, retreating from the overpowering ache and then thrusting forward to release its creamy enjoyment. Harry's and Seamus's followed suit, only nature was not yet ready for them to appreciate that culmination. So, whilst Oliver achieved release, his two younger friends quivered and throbbed in expectation. There was a plus side to that. They deflated reasonably quickly whilst Oliver took much longer. Their dongs achieved quietude whilst Oliver's remained receptive. So, Neville took pleasure in prolonging thrilling Oliver's prong, whilst an interested audience watched the continuing display of prurience.
Oliver lay panting on Neville's bed and carefully cleaning himself off with his wand. Once clean, his rooter remained energised and rosy. Seamus tried a tentative grope and Oliver spasmed and groaned. Each of them followed suit, making Oliver's body and legs twitch uncontrollably. It continued until Oliver was dancing around the room, displaying his athleticism in every lewd posture imaginable; seemingly being unable to escape their digits. After a numerous rounds the quidditch captain collapsed breathing heavily, drew a big breath, his wand and, with one hex, froze their fingers.
"That little game will cost you all dearly. I shall wait until you all are truly fertile. I look forward to seeing your soft bum-cheeks flexing in overpowering lusciousness and your purple pricks pulsing in impropriety. As an earnest of what awaits you: 'Quitntum Penum Arosare cum mattinum' and waved a complicated wand gesture. All of the dorm-mates’ muttons ripened rosily and their purple ends shone forth.
Whilst they tried to rid themselves of their unwanted arousals, Oliver departed, grinning evilly. Nothing made them go down and lying down in bed had their genitals pulsing. Hiding under the sheets was impossible so they huddled together sitting on Harry's bed. Hugging in a sitting position they drifted off to sleep sporting protruding boners until partaking of hot showers at midday. Luckily for them it was Saturday so no-one remarked about sleepy-heads having breakfast at lunchtime. Even so they had to sit with open legs whilst they completed their written assignment in the afternoon. A remembrance of that, their first session of gauging, stayed with them until well after NEWT's had been over for many years.
~~~ DETENTION ~~~
Whenever Draco thought of Harry and revenge something intervened. It was usually from his own house in the shape of two ostensible side-kicks who, in fact, were there to keep him in line and Vincent would report any aberrations back to Theodore. Draco, although willing to share aggravating the golden three was reluctant to share his personal revenge with anyone. Eventually a possibility presented itself during their joint detention after the dragon incident. It was obvious that Fang had no interest in what the humans were doing and Harry was so intent on prowling that he paid little heed to Draco.
When Filch was taking them out to Hagrid for their joint Detention, Draco had grown more and more alarmed. Having made his protest and been ignored, Draco adopted a disruptively playful mood.
After Hagrid had changed the groups, because Neville had been frightened by Draco playing tricks, Hagrid sent Harry and Draco deeper into the forest. Having played a trick on Neville, Draco now proceeded to try to molest Harry. It took nearly an hour of searching before they found the dead unicorn. The period might have been much shorter, but for Draco’s wayward ideas. Having been told off for using Locomotor Mortis on Neville earlier in the year the blond decided it would be fun trying it out on Harry, only he had to choose the right spot to do so.
The problem with tying someone’s legs together is that it does not immobilise them completely. Oliver’s Quidditch training had given Harry excellent reflexes and a heightened sense of balance. Draco’s attempts to access the Potter flies were evaded because Harry could easily jump out of the way. As Draco grew more and more frustrated; conversely Harry became more and more turned on. Remembering the gauging episode was not helping Harry’s willingness to avoid Draco’s groping hands.
“Truce, Malfoy. I’ll let you play with mine if you let me play with yours.”
“No deal, Potter. You’re the one who will be displayed, not me. You owe me one after you debagged me at the beginning of the year.”
Draco made another grab at Harry’s bulge and he just jumped out of the way. Harry now realised that he would probably tire before the blond did and began working out a new strategy. Each time Draco made a grab, Harry did an about turn jump. That tactic worked for a few jumps until Harry landed with his back to a tree. Draco pounced and tried an Incarcerous. The brunet cursed inwardly as he was tied to the tree. The blond gloated as he trapped Potter’s arms behind the trunk. The Gryff’s zip came down and a Slyth hand went exploring. Harry was already partially hard and he heard a gasp as the blond felt the enormity of the throbbing implement he encountered. Draco started to stroke and measure.
“What about looking for the unicorn?” Harry enquired.
“I think I’d rather play with a fleshy horn.” The blond tugged Harry’s trousers down and then his undershorts. The brunet had a tee-shirt on and, being short, provided no cover for his genitals and his prick stood out horizontally. The Slyth grasped it and started to stroke. Despite his vociferous protests the Gryff’s body began to respond and his buttock muscles dimpled as his lower abdomen moved in time to the blond’s fingers. Slowly Harry’s mushroom became shiny and scarlet, Draco stopped stroking his length and concentrated on the glans. That was too much for the brunet to stand and he shouted out and quailed. That drew Hagrid’s attention and, as he crashed through the undergrowth towards them, Draco took fright. He undid the ropes giving Harry just enough time to dress before the gamekeeper appeared.
“I’ll get you for that, Malfoy,” Harry muttered as Hagrid approached.
“Only repaying you for pulling off my pants on the broomstick.”
“Yes, but you went further.”
“I’m entitled to some percentage for having to wait.”
“Hey, you two, yer s’posed ter be lookin’ not jawin’.”
“SORRY HAGRID,” they answered together.
“Ah, well, get on wi’ it then!”
Ten minutes later there was an eerie wail and, at that Draco turned tail; running out of the forest, leaving Harry to face Voldemort and the dead unicorn alone.
~~~ BLAISE ~~~
On the train home at the end of the year another minor incident happened.
So far, the group that would become HARCO consisted of Harry, Ronald, Seamus, Dean and Hermione. They sat together in a compartment. Neville had been with them, but Luna had appeared and persuaded him to talk about one of her supposedly imaginary plants. The journey was about one hour in, when a group of Slytherins rushed past the door. Then a few compartments away a door slammed and shouts came from inside. It sounded like a party more than anything else. There were others celebrating in other compartments so our quintet took little notice. Quarter of an hour later the noise increased and became raucous, and it sounded as though someone was acting something out. Then the door slammed open again, and the sound of footsteps rushed back down the corridor. The noise sounded as though a student was being chased and was protesting. That galvanised Harry and he opened the corridor door to see what was happening. Blaise appeared, running on bare feet and sobbing. He held something in front of him, but otherwise appeared to be wearing no clothes. He was about three yards ahead of a mob led by Theodore.
"Wands out Guys, Repello charm ready," said Harry quickly, and grabbed Blaise's arm as he ran past. Blaise's momentum swung him through the door and whatever he was holding skidded off down the corridor. As he stumbled into the compartment it became apparent that he was indeed naked and aroused. The Slytherin party continued, chasing whatever Blaise had been holding, but Theodore, Vincent and Gregory slid to a stop waving their wands menacingly.
"Give him back to us." Theodore demanded: "He owes us some reparation."
"No I don't, you tricked me into it."
"You appear to be of opposed opinions," said Hermione, mildly: "May we sort it out for you."
Blaise, still panting from exertion, nodded an affirmative, but Theodore reached in and tried to grab Blaise. "We can easily sort it out," he growled: "We don't need interfering Gryffindorks to poke their noses into private Slytherin business."
Vincent and Gregory drew their wands aggressively, but Gryff wands put up the Repello charm more rapidly and Theodore was flung back at the two bully boys. They started a shouting match accompanied by several threats and hexes. The Slytherin trio grew more belligerent, but the Repello held firm. Attracted by the noise along came a posse of prefects and the Slyth's retreated.
"I don’t think you'll need that anymore, Harry," observed Sherborne, one of the prefects, indicating the Repello: "Please put your wands away."
Harry nodded and the five of them ceased the charm.
"Very strong one that, for first years," Sherborne observed: "I liked the interlocking part. How did you do it? I've not seen one like that before."
"It's one that Herms invented."
"No I didn't. I concocted the theory, but Harry made it work."
"Would you show us how it works please?"
"Yes, of course we would, but Blaise needs our help, first."
Sherborne stepped into the compartment and looked at Blaise: "Yes, I agree."
"Thanks, Harry. I don't want to be a nuisance."
Dean had been helping Blaise sort himself out: "He needs healing, Harry. And he's got nothing on."
Seamus looked at Ronald and they both took off their school cloaks and handed them to Blaise. As he put them on, he shivered and groaned. Harry signalled to Dean and Seamus who immediately put up the Repello again, but this time including Sherborne.
"Do we really need that?" The prefect asked.
"I'll be using another of Herms’ charms," said Harry: "And it leaves me open to attack when I do it."
Sherborne looked worried. He stared at a shivering, cowering Blaise for a few seconds and heaved a sigh: "Okay, but be careful."
Harry approached Blaise, closed his eyes and touched Blaise's forehead. A faint orange glow surrounded them. Even the stranger prefect could feel the aura that Harry produced. The others were used to it and just shivered. The pair seemed to glow for a minute or two and the aura was turning green. Harry stopped concentrating and the colours disappeared:
"Um ... I thought it might be that ... It might hurt a bit, Blaise, but I assure you it's not deliberate. May I go ahead, please?"
Blaise screwed up his face: "I think so ... Hmm ... Yes, please."
Harry took a deep breath, nodded to his friends and the aura reappeared. Then it seemed to contract into Blaise, but the green glow increased. Blaise shuddered and grunted. He held his breath for a considerable time, going slightly blue in the lips. Then he took a deep breath, shuddered again and relaxed, smiling.
"Thanks, Harry it's gone."
Hermione put her finger to her lips, so Blaise said no more.
"Expulsior!" A dark green stream of filth left the end of Harry’s wand and flew out of the ventilator. Harry opened his eyes and smiled: "Think nothing of it. Glad I could help. How did they enforce it?"
"Stripped me, held me down, and touched their wands there." Blaise pointed to his now covered pubic area.
"They won't do it again, Blaise. I added a protection after it had gone."
"Was that the painful bit?"
"Yes," replied Ronald: "When Dean and Seamus read about that hex. It sounded like the sort of thing those bullies might do if they caught one of us. So, Herms did her usual twenty-four hour reading stint, showed Harry what to do, and we all volunteered to be guinea-pigs. Since then, those two sorted out how to heal someone suffering from the hex. You were the first one for Harry to try it out on."
Blaise burst out laughing: "So what would have happened if it went wrong?"
Hermione bristled, and said curtly: "My theory said it would work, although most of the old books said it was impossible."
"My magic thought it might," added Harry: "And we've proved that it did."
Dean chuckled and observed: "Harry would have had your hard-on for weeks."
Seamus added with a grim chuckle: "If he'd been able to come it would have burnt holes in his clothes."
Sherborne looked horrified, gulped and asked: "How does it work, Harry?"
"Um ... I release all my magic into Blaise, and it grabs the curse. Then I call both magics into me and we, that is, both magics and I, dissolve it in ectoplasm then we force it into a magical syringe which seems to be inside my wand, and squirt it out. Then I give Blaise back his cleaned-up magic. It seems a simple answer, but letting all my magic go to someone else, is the hard part. That's why the others shielded me."
"He cannot do it unless he can trust absolutely the mates here," said Ronald: "Sorry, but I held a disablement charm on you whilst Harry was vulnerable. Speed was of the utmost importance before the curse spread through Blaise's body."
"Blaise was at risk of attack, too," mused Dean quietly.
The prefect collapsed into the seat that Neville had vacated, laughing. When he recovered, he said: "So you didn't trust me?"
Ronald smiled grimly: "We couldn't take chances, but you were mild when you asked us to stop the original Repello."
Sherborne nodded his agreement and then wrinkled his brow: "I thought youngsters like you were not allowed to use magic in the muggle world."
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