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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[“words”=speech, & ‘words’=thoughts, & *words*=telepathy, & #words#=Parseltongue]
~~~ ENTERTAINMENT ~~~
Once the car was out of sight they ambled down a back street or two and came up outside the Leakey Cauldron.
“Have you got your scarab on, Tom?”
“Yes. That’s the second time you’ve asked me, and it’s touching my skin, before you ask.”
“If you weren’t wearing it, you’d not be able to see this inn.”
“It doesn’t look that inviting.”
“It’s part of the disguise. You’ll probably see some odd-looking characters when we go in. They’ll recognise Harry and me. Not many mages have televisions, so you’ll be incognito.”
“That’ll be a refreshing change.”
Draco and Harry were greeted as they went through. Tom was intrigued by the bricks folding back; and astonished at Diagon Alley. Reaching Gringotts, the trio achieved the Portal, giving an affable greeting to the two goblin guards; as thy passed through.
“Good evening, Seers. Taking one of your muggle charges for an outing, are you? He seems slightly familiar.”
“Do watch television?”
“No, but my son does. So, he’s one of those people who hide inside the box sometimes. Welcome to our world, Sir.”
“Thank you. I’m finding this all rather strange at the moment.”
The guard-commander chuckled: “I imagine we’d feel much the same if we visited you in the box. Have a good trip.”
Tom looked bemused by the reply as the trio accessed the portal going to the cottage. When they emerged, he gazed perplexed by the moonlit fell landscape, whilst they walked through Milk Wood and the garden to the cottage: “We’re not in London are we?”
“No. Cumbria.”
“Impossible!”
“We did say we had thaumic means of transport, didn’t we.”
“Yes, but Cumbria’s well over two-hundred miles from London and we only came through two doors.”
“You couldn’t have done it if you weren’t wearing your scarab and been charmed.”
“This is going to get some getting used to. Is this your house?”
“Yes!”
Before any further conversation took place, the lower garden door opened, and an assorted bunch of children ran out to hug and greet their dads. Tom looked on with a puzzled expression.
Draco saw it: “We are gay, Tom, so are our wives. But our genetic heritage is very fragile; so, we did the decent thing,” he said quietly.
Tom chortled: “Gay and married and magical: anything more?”
“Enough for the moment, except that the four of us can communicate mentally, as we told you in the dressing room.”
“Far too much to take in,” Tom looked at the children.
Scorpius was at the front of the line; holding out his hand: “Pleased to meet you, Sir. We’ve seen your exploits on our television.”
Tom shook hands, then it was James turn: “Do you have your Olympic medal with you?”
“Not just at the moment, but I’m sure I could show you it at another time.”
“Thanks, that’d be great!”
Lily was next in line: “We were allowed to stay up to greet you. Now we have to go to bed.”
“I’m feeling fairly tired too. I hope your dad can find me a bed.”
Albus answered that, as he shook hands: “You’re in the blue room at Number Twelve, it’s the other side of the tingly-door.”
“I’ve just come through one of those, young man.”
“Yes. Our dads make them sometimes and so do Uncles Dean and Seamus, though they’re not as good at it. Uncle Seamus has a wicked castle, we go there sometimes; it’s a bit tumbledown.”
Draco tousled Albus’s hair: “Now you’ve greeted our guest, isn’t it about time for bed?”
“Must we. We were hoping to see him in the pool.”
“There’s time enough for that tomorrow after lunch. Now off to bed.”
Albus scowled briefly, then shrugged: “Yes Dray-Dad,” he looked at his siblings: “C’mon you lot.”
Scorpius gave a little bow and nudged the others to do the same, before the bevy of kids ran off.
“Erm, it’s beginning to wear off again.”
“Can you hold it for quarter of an hour?”
Tom grinned: “Literally? Won’t it traumatise your friends?”
Harry chuckled: “You know what we mean. Some of them might just enjoy it, though.”
“At least it’s not too obvious under my clothes.”
“Once you’ve met our friends, we’ll go to Number Twelve and we’ll find the best way of getting rid of your problem.” Draco grinned: “I nearly said ‘little problem’ but it isn’t, is it?”
“Erm … I hope you don’t get rid of it entirely. I do like to realise my sexual attraction sometimes.”
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Tom came with them, meeting quite a few Dumbledorians, and realising that they held Harry and Draco in some special regard. He also met Dean and Seamus and the Yates and saw that there was no social stigma attached to their gayness, at least in that circle of friends. Eventually, the three of them used the private portal to reach the relative quietude of Number Twelve. There they went to the library.
Harry was forthright: “Do you still have an erection, Tom?”
Tom blushed: “Yes, and my clothes are beginning to irritate it.”
Harry had a prompt and started to undress; Draco almost immediately followed suit.
Tom’s eyes opened wide: “What are you doing?”
“Stripping, so’s you don’t feel out of it when we ask you to strip.”
“Right?” Tom started to undress as well.
Both Blakes accioed a couple of books each and placed them on the reading stands. Then they consulted the indexes and opened various pages. Tom looked over their shoulders. Soon Harry and Draco were swapping ideas and referring to the texts.
Tom looked baffled and Draco saw his expression: “Something worrying you?”
“I suppose so. Most of the texts seem to be in Latin or some other language. The bits in English use words I’m not used to and then that book you have, I don’t even recognise the letters.”
“I’m not surprised, that book is about runes. Magical symbols, if you like. As you say some is dog Latin and some is Brythonic. Just as you were explaining to Blaise about technical words you use for diving; so, we have thaumically specific words.”
Tom shrugged: “Each to his own, I suppose. As long as I get some satisfaction to my urges.”
“Did the satraps not give you any satisfaction?” asked Harry.
“Sometimes when it got too much. I let them toss me off, yes.” Tom looked at his feet in embarrassment: “They would play with it and make things worse before I came.”
“Were things better after you let go?”
“For a time, yes.”
“So, if one of us wanked you, would you object?”
Tom shrugged again: “At least you’re more presentable than my captors.”
“I will have to feel your prick with my eyes closed, Tom. Once Draco holds my hand, I can sense many magical spells, Draco will also sense them via our mind-meld. We have about six possible ones in mind, but there are others. Once we suss out which one has been used, or it could be a combination of them; we will need to work out how to counter the hex. Do you understand?”
“Erm … A bit like a doctor working out which medicine to use?”
“Got the idea.”
“Erm … would you mind bringing me off at the same time? That way I’ll have some respite.”
“I’d imagined I would have to, yes.”
Tom pushed his abdomen forward at Harry. Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and then started to fondle Tom’s pubes. Not only his cock, but his balls and perineum. Tom kept jerking when Harry found a particularly sensitive spot. Harry investigated those spots intensively.
“Hell! Harry! Do you have to do that?”
“It’s where the thaums are most concentrated, sorry!”
Tom endured the fondling for another five minutes: “I feel as though my balls will burst!”
“Fine … I’ve got as much data as I can. May I wank you?”
“Just get on with it!”
Nine strokes were all that was needed before the seed spurted forth, and quite an amount too. Tom’s cock lost some of its firmness but did not shrivel to normal flaccidity.
Draco and Harry conferred and then the blond looked earnestly at the diver: “We’ve narrowed it down to two hexes. However, if we apply the counter-charm to the wrong one it will make your predicament worse. Can you remember any of the words they used?”
“Not really.”
“How about we recite them to you?”
“Won’t that make things worse?”
“Only if we use them as an incantation by engaging our magical core and making the flourish. Neither of which we will do, because they are dark magic. That’s something we understand but don’t use.”
“Oh! Okay then!”
Draco recited the words and Tom had Harry repeat them.
“Sorry, both seem familiar and also unfamiliar at the same time. Not much help is it?”
H: *You’re a good legillimens, Dray. Try that!*
D: *Not done a muggle before.* “Hmm … Tom … May I probe your memory … I suspect that the words are hidden from your subconscious mind by the trauma?”
“If you think it’ll help. Does it hurt?”
“Not very much,” replied Harry: “It’s more disturbing than painful. At least it was when Draco’s Godfather did it to me.”
“Okay then!”
Draco put his hands either side of Tom’s head, and Harry hugged his mate.
“Why’s Harry hugging you?”
“I’m using some of his thaums as well as my own. Skin contact increases my power.”
Draco concentrated and Harry heard the words of the hex. Still hugging Draco with one hand he wrote them down and showed them to Draco, who nodded affirmatively. Then Draco let go.
Tom looked at the parchment: “Oh! I can remember them now quite easily.”
“That’s because I caused your unconscious to bring them forward. Don’t repeat them please.”
“As we suspected,” announced Harry: “They hybridised the hex.”
“Is that terrible?”
“Not really. We do this many times, so as to fit the charm exactly to the situation and outcome we expect. Give us a bit of time and we’ll have the counter-charm.”
Harry and Draco formed another huddle group, referring to the books and waving their fingers about. Meanwhile Tom’s erection was reasserting itself. It was just getting unbearable when the two mages ceased their discussion. With satisfied expressions on their faces they stared at Tom’s bobbing robin.
“Erm … It’s your turn Draco,” explained Tom; waggling his purple prominence about.
“My turn?”
“Yes! Harry’s had one go. So, fair’s fair!”
“Very good! I’ll do it whilst Harry casts the counter-charm.” So saying, Draco took hold of Tom’s prick: “Just tell us when you’re about to cum. That’s when the counter-charm has to be pronounced.”
“Okay!”
It took thirteen strokes before Tom gasped the indication. Harry cast the counter-charm and Draco had his hands full of throbbing prick spurting innumerable shots of spunk. He forbore any post-ejaculatory stroking, although he was sorely tempted to do so. Tom’s todger shrank into slackness and he let out a deep sigh.
“Thanks for that … I feel exhausted … Can I go to bed?”
“Could you manage a quick shower?”
“I think so. If one of you supports me.”
“We’ll both do it.”
So it was that two mages and a muggle shared a non-passionate shower and retired to bed.
That is not to say that two gay mages went immediately to sleep. They re-lived their experience of mauling some magnificent muggle meat, and then pleasured each other before they went to sleep.
~~~ MORNING ~~~
It was Sunday, and our two arose well in time.
“D’you think Tom will want to do his exercises when we do ours?”
“I’ll ask him.” Harry knocked on Tom’s door and received a non-committal grunt in reply. So, he went in. Tom was still in bed.
“We have a workout first thing in the morning. Do you want to join us?”
Tom shook the sleep out of his head and took one look at the naked mage: “What, like that?”
“Yes, and then we have a shower and a swim. You can wear something if you like, but we’d rather not put the elves to extra work washing it.”
“Okay!” Tom arose, displaying his slightly elongated pecker: “I’d better have a pee first.”
“We just have.”
There was a pop, Tom jumped, and Grouchy appeared: “Master Oliver’s loaned us his training cycle, Masters. I have moved some of the mats and put it in the exercise area. Is that right?”
“Yes, thank you Grouchy,” Harry peered at the elf: “There’s more isn’t there?”
“Yes. He says you can keep it as long as he can use it too. He would like to use the pool as well. Instead of rent, he says.”
“We have no problem with that, have we?”
“No”
“I didn’t think you would, so I told him yes. He’s waiting for you down there now.” Grouchy popped away.
After our mages had explained about elves, three naked men ran downstairs an into the basement exercise area, where another slightly older one was already using the rings.
“Taking advantage already, I see,” Draco said drily.
“You can’t pull that attitude credibly any more Draco,” responded Oliver with a smile: “Who’s the new one?”
“Tom meet Oliver, he’s that professional quidditch player we told you about. Tom’s an Olympic diver.”
Oliver dropped off the rings and offered his hand, obviously eyeing every part of Tom: “Nice to meet you, quite a healthy body too.” He saw Tom blush: “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happily married. In my line of work, it’s automatic to see if the opponent looks fit. Not that I regard you as an opponent, see?”
Tom chuckled: “I do much the same myself, only the important bits are usually covered. May I use the bars first?”
“Fine, I’ll use the mat.”
“Very good, have you finished with the rings, Olly?”
“Yes, the bike would be next. So that’s got us settled.”
For the next half hour, the four of them rotated whilst carrying out their fitness regimes. Then it was into the vaulted bath next door first for a dip in the caldarium, then a shower then a swim, followed by a quick plunge into the frigidarium to seal their pores.
Whilst they were towelling off, Tom asked what was next.
“Usually it’s breakfast; but being Sunday, we have a fruit juice and go to church.”
“Why no breakfast?”
“Going fasting to receive the Lord’s Supper. Then the village lunch which is slightly earlier.”
“Oh! Am I expected to join in? It’s some time since I last attended.”
“That’s up to you. No doubt one of the elves would be able to find something for you to eat.”
“Do they go to church as well?”
“Most of them, yes.”
“Okay, then I won’t put them to any extra work. I’ll come with you, if I might.”
“Good! The dress is neat but casual.”
“Oh dear. I think one of your elves took my clothes away to get washed. I sort of imagined hanging around in my speedos.”
“No problems, you can borrow some of ours.”
“Neither of you are quite my shape or size.”
Oliver chuckled: “That’ll be no problem. One of them will charm them to fit.”
“I’m definitely not used to this yet! Okay then, why not?”
Oliver had his clothes in the exercise room, the others wandered nakedly through the portal into the cottage. Tom blushed and placed his hands strategically, Draco and Harry did not.
“There are girls around!” Tom sounded shocked.
“They’ve seen it all before, no need to worry. We’ll go upstairs and find you some clothes.”
Semi-cringing, Tom followed the two Blake mages. Returning in ten minutes he looked surprised but not anxious and quite smart in one of Harry’s jumpers and Draco’s trousers. There was time for a glass of fruit juice whilst the preliminary peal of bells started. During this time, he was introduced to others of the Dumbledorians. A few of whom had seen him performing on television.
Tom stuck with his two guards all through the service. It was Draco’s turn to read a lesson, and Harry helped their visitor with the books. He found that Tom was a reasonable singer and knew a few of the hymn tunes. After the service John greeted him.
“I’ve seen you on the television, Young Man. How did you get mixed up with Harry’s people?”
“Harry and Draco are looking after me for a week or two.”
John looked puzzled.
“D’you remember Leo? Well it’s the same kind of thing,” supplied Draco.
“Yes, I see. Well, you’ve chosen well then. We all feel quite safe when their friends are around. Are you attending the lunch?”
“I imagine I am. They made me go without breakfast, so I’m pretty hungry.”
“Well you’ve still got an hour or so before you can stoke up.”
Tom looked at Harry: “So … What do we do meanwhile?”
“Football, basketball, laze around, go for a walk, whatever.”
“Anywhere where I can go for a run?”
Seamus butted in: “A few of us have a circuit over Niggle Edge, come with us if yer like. We stay inside the wards, so yer’ll be quite safe.”
“Sounds like a good idea. You’re on.”
Draco found him some running shorts and trainers and the mixed-sex running party set off. It was about eighteen strong. When they returned, they stripped off and plunged into the cottage pool. This time Tom did not hesitate.
As they dried off and dressed Tom remarked: “I think I’m getting used to your casual nudity.”
“It’s only in the cottage, mind,” warned Dean. Elsewhere we observe the proprieties. We feel that here, as close friends, we have nothing to hide from each other.”
Seamus giggled: “That’s my mate’s rationale for what happens. In the beginning we just did it because it felt right. Harry may well have a mystical answer to it as well. Now, it’s just something that we do. C’mon it’s lunchtime.”
Hortulanus managed to sit next to Tom during the meal: “I rather like diving myself, but I’m not in your league. I’ve been getting some of our youngsters interested and they’ve watched your exploits in the Olympics and your TV programme.”
Tom chuckled: “I imagine you’re going to ask me to give you some tips, aren’t you. My normal answer is no. However, since Harry and Draco rescued me, I’d be thought churlish if I refused.”
“They’ve told no-one about rescuing you. That’s not their way. I dare say some of us might guess, but we don’t let on. Our society is used to keeping things secret.”
“So I’ve been told. And you’ve managed it extremely well, so far. I had no idea that this alternative world existed.”
Draco was a couple of places away and caught the gist of the conversation: “And you never would have done, if the Seignior hadn’t abducted you. Perhaps your cover story could be that you’d heard of our educational trust somewhere and had popped along to see if you could help. Some of our youngsters don’t see the point in learning to swim. They say that their magic will save them if they fell in. That may be true, but you cannot pronounce a charm with a lung full of water. So, a TV personality … Need I say more?”
“No need for the sales pitch. I’m already hooked.”
“Very good! Harry would probably say that it’s the Spirit working. Come to think of it, I believe that too.”
“Sounds mystical. Erm … Do you have a diving platform anywhere? The one in your pool is a not very high.”
“Milkwood has one at five metres and one at seven-and-a-half metres. There’s a ten metre one although there is not much headroom. We tend not to let the students use it because the daredevils try to swing on the beams.”
“Milkwood that’s the one we ran through. I didn’t see an outdoor pool.”
“That was Milk Wood, two separate words. I mean Milkwood, our school annex, all one word. We have an indoor pool under a greenhouse structure. The villagers use it during the weekend. I’m sure they’d love to see a couple of demonstration dives. The students don’t use it in the weekday mornings, so you could have a private time there.”
“Don’t forget that Dolores’s school has it on Wednesday mornings and the pensioners on Fridays at the same time.”
Tom chuckled: “I’m used to fitting in around groups at other baths so don’t worry. May we go and look?”
Their outing to the annex was not immediate because they hung around chatting and allowing their meal to digest. A walk back through the wood and into Milkwood Manor. They changed into speedos – Tom’s were the most daring, but only slightly more so – and wandered into the swimming pool. As they entered all activity stopped and people swam to the edge of the pool, hauling out and starting to clap.
Tom chuckled: “Not much chance to refuse, have I?”
The Blakes merely smiled and looked aloft. Tom nodded and started up the stairs. He gave them three demonstration dives and then asked if anyone would like to try. He got a few from the five-metre board. Quite soon he had enthused most of the villagers to attempt a dive, most of them from the poolside, though. It was the Stamps who, after daring each other, asked to use the seven-and-a half metre platform. It was Sylvia who proved the neatest diver and received some applause. Thereafter Tom refused further requests, urging people to enjoy the water, not watch a show. As the usual melee took over Tom quietly faded into the background. Quarter of an hour later he was in the exercise room in Number Twelve with some more of the Dumbledorian keep-fit addicts.
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They returned for dinner.
“Draco, do you have a telephone I can use; my mobile can’t get a signal?”
Draco puzzled over the question a few seconds. Being prompted by Harry internally, he answered: “Yes. You’ll find the thaums interfere with reception here. We have a land line telephone in the study.”
“Thanks, I need to tell my mum that I’m alright and my trainer that I am still exercising properly.”
“I’ll set up a noise barrier so that our television doesn’t disturb you.”
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That week either Draco or Harry accompanied Tom when he left the safety of the wards. The director got in touch with Francis and arranged another very generous donation to the trust’s funds. There were a couple of incidents worth reporting.
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The first was when the running party was out on the fells beyond the wards. A number of satraps apparated close by, but there were too few to cause any harm. However, Tom got a grandstand view of a brief magical battle. Most of the satraps disapparated but two wounded ones were taken to the secure wing of St.Mungos and from thence to trial before the Wizengamot.
The other incident was peaceable but had further repercussions. Wednesday afternoon saw the cottage pool inhabited by the Yates, Seamus and Dean. It was pouring with rain outside so little agricultural or building work could be carried out. Therefore, they decided on a swim. Draco was waiting for some potions to settle, so he joined them. Harry had been out with Tom and also joined in. Being the select few an amount of ribaldry started. Far from being excluded a relaxed Tom was found to be equal to anything. The next person to join the party was Leo.
“I had half a day to spend in London, so I thought I’d see how you were all doing.” He stripped off and joined the throng; being introduced to Tom.
“Seen you diving in the Olympics. How did you get to know this lot?”
“I think we were both temporarily in need of rescue.”
“Got the idea. Nice to meet you.”
They started to chat about their common surprise about this alternate community, but that conversation was soon overwhelmed by their need to defend themselves.
Tom looked alarmed: “What are they doing?”
“Fairly harmless, it’s called cock tag. Usually turns into a gay orgy.”
“Oh!”
It was Washington who ‘got’ Tom and stifled any further discussion.
The new recruit was no slouch and set off in pursuit ‘getting’ Harry. From then on, he managed to touch and be fondled by most of the participants. In the end everyone had provided creamy blobs for the broonies to scoop up. Another eye-opener for the new-boy. He managed to bring both of his rescuers off, during that mad couple of hours. Receiving much the same treatment from Seamus and Dean.
Once the children returned from school an atmosphere of nude decorum invaded the pool. To Tom’s amusement Kreacher produced the rings and the family and friends had tea in the pool before getting out and drying off.
Later, Tom saw Draco and spoke quietly: “That was quite a revelation. I think I was a bit uptight about my sexuality before this. Maybe I can relax and sort out my feelings now. I think I owe you some more thanks, this time it’s not just for the rescue.”
“Now you know about us, you’ll always be welcome. All we ask is that you do not tell anyone about our alternative world. Maybe some of your family will be made aware, however saying you were rescued by some ‘Special Constables’ would not by lying. Because we were sworn in as such, quite a few years ago.”
Tom chuckled: “Yes … Special Constable can be made to have many meanings, can’t it?”
Draco smiled enigmatically and nodded.
That evening a tentative friendship grew up between Leo and Tom. Later that year, back in the States, Leo invited Tom to a party of entertainment folk, where Tom caught first sight of the man who was to become his loving partner not many months later.
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