Toppers Wallow

The way they took was very winding. Draco kept on stopping to show Harry different plants and telling him about their potions uses.



“What’s that yellow flowered one over there, looks a bit like an umbrella?” Harry asked, pointing.



“Well now, are you making certain suggestions?”



“What do you mean?”



“It’s fennel, gives a nice taste to your salad as well. Here try some.”



“As well as what, Draco?” asked Harry, chewing.



“It’s one of the basics for a love potion.”



“Oh! … Um … I can get it up without any stimulant, thank you, Lover. Just you looking amorous usually does the trick. Mmm, it has quite a pleasant taste too. Now you’ve got me thinking sexy. C’mere!”



Draco was in a playful mood, so he came towards Harry, gave him a light grope and shied away. Harry got the message and chased after his lover. Each time Harry caught him, Draco slipped away, giggling but managing a quick squeeze at the same time. Harry’s hard-on was now very obvious, and his intention to do something with it and his lover, became more and more urgent. In one tussle Draco managed to ease Harry’s zip down without him noticing; then escaped, wiggling his hips suggestively. Harry became quite single minded in his pursuit, ignoring his semi déshabillé in his enamoured state.



Harry caught Draco and tried to kiss him. His lover was wily, leaving Harry with an arm full of jumper and his trousers round his ankles. Intent on his quarry Harry stepped out of them and ran after his amour, an erection poking out of his boxers. When he allowed himself to be caught again, Draco pushed Harry backwards onto the ground, removing Harry\'s boxers in the process and then running off. Harry was past caring; that he needed to get his rocks off as was very obvious from his bottom-naked, single-minded pursuit of the flaxen haired Slytherin. Draco appeared to relent and Harry caught up with him, winding his arms tightly round his lover. In mid-snog Draco brought his gloved hand from behind his back, gripping Harry’s hard-on tightly and rubbing.



“Oh! You bugger! My cock’s stinging like fuck. What have you done?” Harry broke off the kiss and looked down at a green smeared appendage.



“Nettles, Lover. Now do it to me.” Draco dropped his lower garments and handed a glove full of green leaves to Harry … “Ooh … oh … again, please.”



Harry had to admit that the stinging added extra zing to his excitement as they pounded each other with gloved hands. Just before fulfilment, on Draco’s insistence, they discarded the gloves, grabbing each other’s buns and working their implements between their bellies. The summation was glorious, but they still remained erect and extra sensitive. Draco hung on to Harry as they flexed, gasping in painful delight. One part of Harry wanted to stop, but the animal in him wanted to continue the eye-wateringly, achingly, thrilling feelings. The animal won, so he magically stripped the pair of them naked. Soon the sweat was running off them in rivers, but they continued to gyrate in unison, crying out in their ecstasy. Their arms gripped ever tighter and tighter as their trapped love-sticks emitted a continual creamy stream. Their muscles spasmed and neither dare let go of the other so they continued to abrade their stinging attributes between them.



It was Draco who sagged first, swooning onto a bed of sweet-smelling herbs. Harry fell on top of him and his body automatically continued the caressing movements, gradually diminishing until Harry passed out too. They awoke lying on their backs side by side; they also found Neville and Luna staring at their viridian attributes.



“We were looking for you to ask you to do something with us. However you seem to be getting ready. How did you know I was going to ask you to be green men?”



Harry started; “Um … Well … It was something …” Draco kicked him, “… We were trying out,” he finished lamely.



“Where did you get the green stain from Draco? We’re going to need quite a lot more. At least you started staining the important bits first.” Neville was starting to get undressed.



“I’ll go and get some more, shall I?” volunteered Draco. “Harry, will you go and collect some of those twining vines, with the pink-white flowers, please?”



Harry tried to act nonchalant, not really knowing what he was about, and wondering why everybody made the assumption that he knew. Luna was picking yellow flowers for all she was worth. Soon they had a pile of vines, yellow flowers and broad green leaves. Draco started crushing the leaves in his hands and applying the juice to his face and body, Neville joined him.



“C’mon Harry, these are different leaves than the ones we were experimenting with.” Draco gave Harry an encouraging smile.



Harry started crushing leaves and painting himself all over with the juice. While he was doing it, he noticed Neville staining his genitals as well.



“Neville do you think we need to take off our shoes?” Draco asked. “We might damage our feet if we do.”



“I don’t think it matters as long as we touch down at the end. The Celtic Knot is the one I thought of using. Luna has the pipes and knows the tune.”



Harry was totally mystified. “Um … Guys … perhaps you could tell me what to do, please?”



“We’ll practice once we’re ready, Harry. It’s quite a simple dance really, but very efficacious in curing wilting. Draco, will you garland Harry, please. Luna will do me and then I’ll do you, Okay?”



“But I can’t dance,” pleaded Harry.



“Nonsense! You did very well on Saturday before the Death Eaters arrived. Just remember that as you pass between us, the person who was on your right should next be on your left. You’ll soon get the hang of it.”



Harry felt like thumping Neville for his presumption, but he thought better of it. Anyway he was intrigued about what was being planned. Luna presented Harry with a circlet of flowers for his head and an equivalent bracelet for his wand arm. Draco used the vine to wind round his upper torso, and to make two small anklets.



“You need more green on your bum, Lover. I’d do it for you but we shouldn’t get aroused for this ritual,” Draco whispered, as they watched Neville anointing himself.



“I’m not sure I could after the session we had earlier,” Harry whispered back. “I take it we’re going to revivify the flattened crops that John mentioned.”



Draco nodded affirmatively looking critically at Harry’s verdant attire, and adjusting the vines. Ten minutes later they were ready. Whilst Luna held their wands, Neville took them through the dance at walking pace. Harry found he was enjoying it, just as he had on Saturday before the enemy arrived. There were a few bumps and a couple of times they fell over, but soon Harry felt confident enough.



“There are seven fields in all, four on this side of the wood and three on the other. Each field has to be danced in order for the charm to work properly, Okay?”



Harry nodded, following Neville and Luna into the corner of the first one. Seamus and Dean were there waiting for them, dressed but wearing garlands. Dean had a small wooden hand-drum, and Seamus a sistrum. With a roll from Dean’s drum they started the dance, firstly circling with their wands touching, and then weaving in and out, finishing with a circle in the opposite direction before sitting on the ground.



The percussion instruments and Luna’s pipes intertwined in ethereal music, sometimes the drum was obvious; and sometimes the sistrum: then the pipes would seem to take over. Harry found it mesmerising, he also found it easier and easier to loose himself in the music and the ritual. Three quarters of an hour had the four fields covered and, now it had gone dark, they stumbled through the wood by the light of their wands to the other three.



What Harry had not counted on was an audience, but there, waiting for them, were the DA, Billy, the three boys and quite a few of the villagers. As they started the ritual the audience clapped in time, slowly increasing the tempo as before. Harry concentrated on what he was doing and not on his green painted nakedness. Their ritual was flawless and they were worn out at the end of it.



As they went towards the cottage Richard appeared out of the crowd.



“Mage Potter, will you partake of Green Man’s Pie. I have it ready in the snug.”



“Um … Well …”



Draco took over. “We’ll be there in ten minutes; we need to clean up a bit first.”



“Right Oh then! I look forward to seeing you.”



Back in Magnet Cottage they had a rapid body wash, removing what ever green and dirt that would come off quickly. Draco insisted that their faces remain green; he allowed them to put on a tee shirt and jeans, but made seven necklaces of the vines, all of which he draped round Harry’s neck.



Harry listened to the whispered instructions as they walked down the lane to the Farmers Arms. The door was closed so he knocked seven times.



“Who desires entry?”



“’Tis I, the Green Man. I come in peace and friendship.”



“Right welcome you are, in friendship and in peace. Do you bring garlands?”



“I do. Seven for seven fields charmed. Who be their owners?”



“They come out to greet thee.”



Each farmer came out of the door and Harry hung a vine leaf garland round their necks. A little procession formed, Harry at the front, flanked by Neville and Draco and the seven farmers following. The three musicians played a different, livelier tune. As he came in at the door he was presented with an enormous, steaming crusty pie on a dish. He carried this round the room, followed by his entourage and ending up where he started.



“Mine Host, please distribute the bounty.”



“Right gladly I will Venerable Mage.”



Richard took the pie, broke the crust and started serving its contents into dishes. Harry, Draco and Neville acted as waiters, making sure everyone had a portion before taking their own. On tasting it, Harry found it to be made entirely of vegetables, being spicy and delicious. Then the barrel of cider was broached. General mayhem commenced as everyone talked at once; all the Muggles wanting to shake the three mages’ hands and the other magicians praising them for their daring. Harry caught Draco with a tear in his eye again.



“C’mon Lover, you set this up, you knew it would end up like this, didn’t you?”



“Yes; I suppose I did. But to experience it first hand is quite overwhelming. You carried it out to perfection, Harry. I’d only read about the ritual before, I think Neville has carried it out previously, though.”



“Thanks for the complement. Do you want to go home?”



“Not yet, we have to be seen and to be confident, beside which this cider is very toothsome, I seem to be regaining some of the energy lost in our cavorting earlier.”



“Mmm, I can smell the apples, but there are other things as well, very refreshing. I think I’ll have another one.”



“Careful Harry, It won’t do for the Parish Mage to be carried home dead drunk. It may not taste like it, but this stuff has a real kick to it. Watch what Richard does for a minute, before indulging.”



Harry noticed Richard had a large jug of water, which, every now and again, he would surreptitiously splash into his tankard. Harry cottoned on.



“Richard, give me some out of your jug would you, then I’ll have a small top up from the barrel, please.”



“Okay Harry, I can call you that, can’t I?”



“Yes of course you can.”



“Right, John uses the jug when he comes too. The customers think he has a prodigious capacity, but we know better don’t we?”



“Cheers!” said Harry, winking. “I’ll have a tankard of the same brew for Draco, if I might.”



Neville and Luna adopted a different sobriety tactic, just sipping whilst pretending to take big mouthfuls. Seamus, Dean and some of the others were not as cunning and were rolling drunk when the time came to go home for supper. Harry thanked Richard and took his two wobbling mates in hand.



“Don’t worry too much, Harry. I have some sobriety potion in my luggage, now we’ve recovered it from Woodyates,” grunted Draco supporting the arms of two more intoxicated DA members. “Although, I’m tempted to let them get a hangover first.”



“That sounds like spiteful Malfoy talking.”



“Okay, okay, I’ll be a good little caring Draco then.”



It took an age to get all their woozy counterparts back to Magnet Cottage. Draco and Kreacher, between them, managed to get sobriety potions in to the worst ones. Draco was now looking at a row of empty potions bottles



“You know that room next door to the study, Harry. What are you going to do with it?”



“I’d had an idea for a workroom of sorts; why?”



“Would you mind if I set up a potions lab there, at least in part of it?”



“Great idea, why not. It was rapidly becoming a junk room, the junk can go in the loft, or be thrown away, whatever. I take it that you need to make some more sobering potions. We could get Billy to make some storage racks at the back then you can order your ingredients. Maybe make it into a store like Snape used to have, with a row of bookshelves at the front.”



“Really? Are you sure.”



“I’ve told you this is your home, just work out the details; I’ll get Kreacher to clear out the mess. Okay? That’s your work area now just as the study’s mine. Not that I’ll exclude you from that, either.”



Draco looked at Harry, sobbed and clung to him, tears streaming from his eyes. Harry was nonplussed so he hugged his crying lover, making soothing sounds. Eventually the storm abated.



“Have I done something wrong again, Draco?”



“N-n-no … It’s just that I’ve never had my own work area before, one that I can organise as I want it.”



“Go on! Malfoy millions, you must have had a suite of workrooms. You were spoilt something rotten.”



“That’s what my parents wanted people to think, I had more freedom at Hogwarts than I ever did at home. Father had rules, some were reasonable many were not. My life was regimented ever since I learned to walk and talk. If I put a foot wrong my mother would look hurt and say ‘a loving son would not hurt his mother that way,’ and expect me to put right what had gone amiss. Father was much worse, any slight infringement and I was over his knee yowling as he used his belt on my bare arse. As I grew older he used to lock me in one of those cells, like the one I got Dobby to rescue you from. The house-elves were little better. The number of times I’ve heard ‘the Master will not like it when’ or some such statement.”



“But you always seemed to have everything you wanted.”



“Yes I did. As long as it made the Malfoy clan look good. That’s why I liked Hogwarts, I had all kinds of expensive things to play with there and I enjoyed them whilst I could, knowing that at home I had to account for every minute. Woe betide me if I lost or broke anything, or failed to come out top. Father was merciless in his punishments.”



“I think we have more in common, now you’ve told me that. I had to sleep in a cupboard until I was eleven. There was no love lost between me and my guardians either, although that has altered slightly now. Maybe I had a little more freedom but not much. Still; we can love each other even if we weren’t loved at home.”



Draco looked at Harry, holding both his hands. Then slowly drew them together in a hug. Harry had the feeling of comradeship and tried to project this back at Draco.



They were interrupted by Kreacher.



“Masters, there is some soup ready, and Winky’s enlarged the plate pie that Master Cole was given. If you don’t eat it quickly it’ll be breakfast not supper. Do you know how many are staying overnight, please?”



“Neville and Luna said they would, Dean and Seamus were not in a fit state to Apparate, which makes four. I’m not sure about the rest, sorry Kreacher.”



“Masters do not apologise to house-elves, Master.”



“This master does; especially when he’s talking to the general of his house-elf army.”



Kreacher looked at his feet with blushing ears, polishing the locket Harry had given him.



“I imagine Cole will be staying with Billy,” Harry said, to break the awkward silence.



“Yes Master, they now have a double bed in Master Billy’s flat in the barn. Master Seamus made it.”



“So Dean and Seamus can have the double upstairs then?”



“They’re lying on the carpet in there at the moment, Master.”



“Right then, What about Wash and Gray?” asked Harry, wondering what Dean and Seamus were doing on the carpet.



“They went to their homes about ten minutes ago, Master.”



“That gives us two fours and a double, boys in one, girls in another, and use the double for the extras.”



“Yes master, as you wish.” Kreacher popped out of the room.



The two lovers drank some of the remaining soup and had a slice of pie each, then wandered upstairs to share a shower and a bed.