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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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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
~~~ CAMPING ~~~
Whilst the children were playing in the Milk Wood; the Blakes realised that Jimmy had yet to experience a magic tent and suggested a night on the lawn at Chantry cottage; using the excuse that they wanted to look like seasoned campers at the site. Something Jimmy agreed with.
“We think you should wear this scarab medallion. Jimmy. We’ve charmed it to react to any of our magic or that of Phealey and Pullet.
“Where are the two elves?” asked Jimmy, whilst he hung the amulet round his neck.
Pop: pop. “Here we are.”
“Bloody Hell – that’ll get some getting used to. How did you get here?”
“Apparition, Master.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s how we move around magically, Master.”
“Ah … I’m not really any wiser, am I?”
“Jimmy do you remember seeing ‘Star Trek’ on television, we saw the repeat recently.”
“Yes?”
“Do you remember: ‘Beam me up Scottie’?”
“Yes?”
“Well apparition is like that.”
“Got the idea … Erm …” He looked at Phealey: “Why do you call me master?”
“Perhaps a quick history lesson would help,” suggested Draco.
Draco made a short explanation, and it ended up with Jimmy asking to be called by his given name. He was also surprised by the rapid magical tent erection.
“How do we actually get in to the domicile Phealey?”
“It’s quite simple Draco. For us we just pop there. For you the best way is to lie on your bed and let the tent do the rest. I suppose you could apparate in, but the beds provide the disguise.”
“They don’t look very clean.”
“Not to worry, Jimmy,” replied Pullet, “They are, but are made to look like that, not that you’ll have sleep in them.”
“Where will we sleep then?” asked Jimmy
“In the domicile.”
Draco could see another question forming on Jimmy’s lips, so he jumped in quickly: “Is there a password, Phealey?”
“Not yet! We have to decide one and then Pullet and I will cast it.”
The quintet had a little conversation deciding on ‘Grandpops’ as the key word. The two elves touched rings and the Blakes felt the wards react favourably.
“Now what, Pullet?” Jimmy asked.
“We just pop there, you three, on the other hand, have to lie on those disgusting looking sleeping bags.”
“Eew!” Jimmy shuddered.
Pullet ignored the disgusted look on Jimmy’s face. “Once you lie down on it you leave an imprint of yourself in the bag. The image lasts as long as you are in the domicile. It’s a sort of mini-apparating apparition. Having lain down here you’ll find yourself lying in your proper bed. The image of you here will mimic what happens on that bed. Therefore if you are under the sheets in the domicile you appear to be snug in the sleeping-bag here. However, if have a nice sexy time there, so you will appear to have a nice sexy time in the tent. If you are elsewhere in the domicile then you just appear to be sleeping sweetly. Go on! Try it?”
“What? The nice sexy bit or the lying down bit?” Jimmy waggled his eyebrows.
“We haven’t seen you perform yet; so give us a floor show.” Phealey licked his lips and winked suggestively.
“Much as I’d like to entertain you; I feel filthy-dirty from the journey and need a shower.” Jimmy nodded towards the cottage. “I take it that we can close the flaps for some form of privacy so’s I can get changed.”
“Spoilsport! … Yes, of course you can. There’s a row of ties just inside … here.”
“What happens if someone tries to get in?”
“If you’re out somewhere, nothing in this part, same as in a real tent. If you’re in, then an alarm sounds in the domicile and you can see who it is before deciding what to do. We can also switch the images off, so to speak; so we can hide out in the domicile. If an intruder tries to attack, curse or abduct your facsimiles then the images will issue an Incarcerous until we decide what to do.”
“What’s an Incarcerous?”
“It’s a tying up hex, Jimmy”
“I s’pose I’d better try it out.” Draco looked disdainfully at the bed clothes, held his nose and lay down. “Grandpops!”
Jimmy was next and Harry watched closely; he could see no change in either Jimmy’s or his partner’s appearance. Then he followed suit. It was odd opening his eyes next to his fully dressed partner in their bed. Pullet was there; holding his fingers to his lips and beckoning them away from the beds.
Once they were standing, he said: “Anything you say whilst lying on the bed will be said by your models outside.”
“So just the usual bedtime lovey-dovey stuff, yes?”
“Never mind the chit-chat, where are we?”
“In the domicile, Jimmy.”
“Okay, but where’s that?”
“The magic part of the tent.”
“But this place has solid walls and there’s no room anywhere in that tent to hide all this stuff.” Jimmy waved his hands round expansively.
“Don’t try to understand it, Jimmy,” said Harry. “I tried and Draco took half an hour explaining the concept, I still don’t understand, but it’s a bit like the way portals treat space. I just accept that it’s there although we can’t see it from the outside.”
Jimmy shrugged and smiled ruefully.
They looked around the domicile; it was not too palatial by wizarding standards. A fully curtained double bed was on one side wall, flanked by a dressing table and a wardrobe; another wall held a single bed for Jimmy and another smaller double for the elves. A fireplace with sofas and armchairs was beside another wall; on the last wall, flanking a sideboard, were two doors. The Blakes supposed that one door led to the bathroom and the other to a kitchen. Some dining chairs set round a table formed the centrepiece of the room. Jimmy looked round amazed, silently taking in the room.
H: *The elves have the same bed arrangements as we do, Lover. I presume we share the bathroom and living area. *
D: *Good, I was a little worried that they might revert and hide in a cupboard. *
H: *That’s a most un-Malfoy-like opinion. *
D: *It’s the Potter goody-two-shoes ideas rubbing off on me. * “I take it that you both will look after the domestic arrangements Phealey.”
“Yes Draco. I’m still not used to calling Jimmy by his first name, you know. Elder Kreacher still would say it’s very disrespectful of a new acquaintance.”
“We make allowances for him. However, he can put intonations into ‘Master’ that quickly has us doing just what he wants, can’t he?” suggested Draco.
The elves and Harry grinned back.
Jimmy awoke from his awed inspection. “Ah … Guys … The double beds … Ah!”
“Sorry! We thought you knew.”
“But I met your wives … and your children … Err … They were biologically yours, weren’t they?”
Draco chuckled: “Another obfuscation Jimmy. Yes, they are naturally ours. Conceived in the normal way. Our wives prefer their own intimate company in the same way Harry and enjoy our sex together.”
“That seems insincere. I got the feeling that despite the subterfuge you were straight forward guys underneath.”
“It’s about genetic inheritance more than anything else. Out thaumic genes are strong. The thaumic genetic pool is minute. So, we were persuaded to ensure that that heritage continued. Not that it was too repugnant. However, our unification as a four has other possibilities, in that we have a common shared mind and can call on our partner’s magic in times of need.” H: *Is that sufficient, Draco? *
D: *I think so, he feels satisfied. * “So, we will be sharing a bed, just as Pullet and Phealey will.”
“Ah … Well … Quite appropriate really. When do I earn mine?”
“Do you have a partner in mind?”
“Ah … Well … I’m glad we all bat for the same side … I … Ah … May have to seduce Bert to get him away from whoever’s holding him.”
“Not to worry, Jimmy; you’ll have your double when you need it. I hope he’s worth seducing.”
The elves touched rings and Jimmy’s bed doubled in size and then shrank back again.
Jimmy jumped slightly: “He quite presentable and I’m told he’s an easy lay, so I’ve brought precautions with me, you know the kind.”
“Harry can tell you an entertaining story about rubbers, Jimmy. We were both very embarrassed when we found out what they were for. Since then we’ve used protective and lubrication spells, they allow skin contact.” Draco smiled mischievously: “We could cast them for you, if you like.”
Jimmy blushed and looked away, so Draco tactfully changed the subject: “Hey, Professors do you have any public images?”
“OF COURSE WE DO!” Pop: two handsome young men in tight leathers appeared where the elves had been. An open-mouthed Jimmy did a double-take.
“Great! My tongue’s already dribbling at the sight. What do we call your gorgeous alter-egos?”
“Phil and Paul. Is that okay, Draco?”
“Perfect! We can hide any name slip-ups like that. I’m glad you worked that out; for I’m sure to forget and so’s Harry.”
“Speak for yourself, Lover.”
“Oh? Who managed to inadvertently call me Malfoy for the umpteenth time last week, then?”
Harry deliberately avoided responding to his lover’s dig: “These are the elves disguises, Jimmy, in case they have to go out into the muggle world.”
“Ah … Yes … So, I see … Dressed like that you’re sure to alert everyone’s gaydar.”
“That’s what we thought too.” Phealey preened: “We can cause a diversion if our magical friends need to slip away unseen. Of course, that includes you now.”
“I was a bit worried about my leathers, but seeing you in those get-ups … Wow … I reckon we could easily cause a riot.” Jimmy chuckled. “However, I still feel dirty from the trip. Are we communal in our baths, or separate?”
“We had our shower just before we arrived,” replied Phealey: “You three can go together if you like.”
Jimmy rummaged in his haversack looking for a towel and his toiletries.
“No need for that, Jimmy,” said Harry. “There’ll be ample towels provided.”
“I’ll use mine. No point in dirtying one of yours just for one night.”
“No! Not in the cottage, but in our bathroom here. Just bring your wash items. Which door is it, please Phealey?”
“That one, Draco; the other one’s the kitchen.”
“Usual arrangement for dirty clothes?”
“Yes; the linen basket’s over there.”
“We put all the clothes that need washing or cleaning in it, Jimmy. Pullet and Phealey do the rest.”
“But I thought I heard you say they were professors.”
“We are – we get the Hogwarts house-elves to do the washing. They even do ours now.” Pullet looked slightly shocked as he said it.
“Ah … Here I was thinking I’d have to rough it.” Jimmy looked mischievous: “Do we dress for dinner then?”
“Only when Madam Narcissa has a special dinner.” Phealey chuckled as he said it and then realised Jimmy did not know who Narcissa was. “She’s Draco’s mum, very proper and brought up in stylish ways.”
Jimmy looked at the others to see if they were joking. He found that Harry and Draco were already undressed, so, admiring two well-shaped posteriors, he hurriedly divested himself and followed the Blakes into the bathroom.
The pair had opted for the Jacuzzi, sitting side by side. The Blakes admired Jimmy’s attributes as he walked towards them.
H: *Nice muscles and no flab! *
D: *It’s almost as long as yours. *
H: *Just look at those arse cheeks dimpling. *
D: *I wonder if he’s into threesomes? *
“Admiring the scenery, are you?” Jimmy had seen them clocking him and did a little whirl before climbing over the side into the water.
“Yes! The prospect is very appealing.” Draco wet his lips appreciatively.
Once over the side, Jimmy appeared to stumble. The other two leaned forward to catch him, and Jimmy slid his hands up their thighs, groping two half-horns in the process. Harry was quick off the mark and managed to return the compliment. Through the mind-meld Draco understood and used Jimmy’s momentum and the water’s buoyancy to turn him face-upwards over their knees. Harry started stroking whilst Draco’s finger went probing. Jimmy’s face showed lustful surprise, but he did not try to remove himself. Instead, his hands sought the targets he’d previously fleetingly felt. He stroked the stiff snakes, watching as two fat finials developed their fire.
Jimmy groaned when Draco found his target and shouted when the fingers of Harry’s other hand caressed his mushroom. The inserted digit twitched, Jimmy arched in readiness to unload and as he did so another finger rubbed his glans-lips. Jimmy’s ecstatic scream echoed around the small room and then subsided into whimpers as his quivering loins were caressed and milked. The Blakes continued the treatment playing with Jimmy’s sensuous sensations.
“Ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-oh.” Jimmy had to remove his stilled hands to in order to quieten the actions of his compatriots’ digital manipulations.
They gave up once he held their wrists; realising that his inflamed feelings would soon turn into discomfort. Jimmy lay panting and recovering. As he became more aware he found the two love-birds kissing heavily; digitally finishing the mutual saturnalia that he had started. It was not long before their huffs denoted a suitably satisfactory climax.
Draco was the first to recover, giving Jimmy a quick peck on the cheek: “I think we inaugurated our new abode with a flourish. Thank you for initiating our ceremony, we had been wondering if you would be willing. Most pleasurable!”
“Um … Yes … I agree with my partner. Very enjoyable!”
“I’m still tingling all over. You guys could melt an iceberg in ten seconds flat, did you use any magic?”
“Just our minds working in unison,” said Draco. “We do it to each other as well. We each feel the other’s voluptuousness and add it to our own. A definite double whammy!”
“Thanks Guys;” Jimmy pouted slightly: “I suppose we’d better get the mundane part of the cleaning over with.”
Draco stood up reaching for the soap. Harry leaned down and helped Jimmy to right himself. Draco handed a piece of soap to each of them and started to soap Jimmy’s body. Harry applied himself to his partner. Not to be outdone, Jimmy shuffled round and with his soap started on Harry’s torso. They found that they were still supersensitive to continued sexiness and avoided inflicting spasms on each other. When rinsing time came, they played a gentle ducking game. Giggling as they stepped out, they commenced drying each other, working in the reverse order to that of soaping.
Pink, pleasured and pleased they returned to the main room wearing nothing but their smiles. The elves had dinner waiting and, whilst obviously admiring their master’s attributes, advised some covering in case the hot food splashed on susceptible skin. Shorts and tee-shirts became the order of the day.
After the meal Harry volunteered to do the washing up, almost having to tie down the elves to get his way. Whilst he puttered in the kitchen a demonstration game of wizard chess got underway. When the first piece exploded Jimmy crouched down and had a gun in his hand looking warily for intruders.
“Good reactions there,” Draco commended. “I wasn’t aware of you toting a piece.”
“Goes with the job, Draco. You might have warned me!”
“Sorry; I didn’t think to. We get so used to the players destroying themselves, that we ignore it. Get Harry in a good mood and he’ll tell you of a game he once played for real. Luckily; he made checkmate, although one of his friends was quite badly hurt.”
“Ah … So’ you are used to danger then … I was just beginning to wonder.”
“Yes, we are!” said Harry entering via the kitchen door. “C’mon Partner let's have our weekly duel.”
Harry picked up the wands and handed Draco his. They bowed and started firing Vermillious hexes, using the mirror shields to great effect. The elves went around the room extinguishing flames that the stray sparks had started. Jimmy stood with his mouth open, occasionally ducking. After the usual quarter of an hour they bowed and mutually sent an Incarcerous and a Mobilicorpus at Jimmy.
Jimmy floated three feet off the ground, grinning: “Very effective, Guys, and no need for handcuffs or a restraining struggle.”
Draco drifted Jimmy to the sofa and Harry undid the spells using their pointing fingers.
“We were trained to use wands at school,” Harry explained, “but since we were magically united, we can use other parts of our bodies to become foci for the spells.”
Jimmy looked just below Harry’s waistline and smiled quizzically.
Draco chuckled. “I’ve not tried mine yet, Harry has. It was very useful in his rape experience.”
Harry continued: “We only use our wands on formal occasions, or when we want to focus on something special. For run of the mill charms and hexes we normally use our index fingers.”
“So that tying up one was special?”
“No! It just happened that we had our wands in our hands.” Draco pointed a finger at Jimmy.
“Okay, okay, I believe you.” Jimmy held up his hands in mock surrender.
The alarm went off.
“We’re still on the lawn. It can’t be enemies.”
Pullet produced the crystal ball and they peered into it. Four youthful mages were outside making shushing noises. Harry sighed, got on to the bed and slid into the tent.
“Sorry to wake you up, Daddy,” whispered Lilly: “You’re in bed before us. My brothers wanted to wake you, but I said no.”
“We weren’t asleep, Darling. They’re glamours. When we are in the domicile, we appear to be asleep out here. We’re just getting Uncle Jimmy used to the idea of a magical environment.”
“Those sleeping bags need a good wash. Shall I call an elf?”
“That’s part of the glamour, Lilly. We’re pretending to be penniless bikers, as I explained earlier. They’re clean really.”
Lilly screwed up her nose and squirmed: “I wouldn’t like to lie in them, they’ll be full of creepy-crawlies.”
Harry noticed the boys squirming too: “That’s part of the defence, see? Did you have a good game?”
Scorpius grinned: “James was the baddie this time and we got him.”
James looked pained: “Why am I always the baddie?”
“Cos Lilly’s a girl so she can’t be, and we’re the same age and out-vote you. Anyway, you won the last time.”
“Isn’t it time for your meal,” Suggested Harry.
“Ooh yes! I’m really hungry. G’night Dad.” The pack turned and rushed towards the cottage.
“Don’t forget to wash before you eat!” Harry called after them.
Back inside the tent Draco looked at Harry: “I thought they’d want to have a look inside.”
Harry chuckled: “I used a belief charm when I saw them curling up their noses at the sleeping bags. It would only have led to pleadings to stay the night. You know what they’re like.”
“Good idea we want some sleep too. They’d be excitedly chattering half the night.”
“What’s a belief charm, Harry?”
“A way of amplifying someone’s already wavering belief and fortifying it. You cannot use it to force someone to do something they are not inclined to do. That would be illegal. Akin to the Imperio we talked about earlier.”
“So, if I was inclined to want sex with you but thought I’d be intruding?”
“I could either reinforce the want or the intruding part. However, you’d have to vocalise the dichotomy for me to choose which one to amplify. Thus, I used Lilly’s creepy-crawlies statement and the boys shuddered at the idea.”
“That was quite subtle. Have you used one on me?”
“Not yet and probably never.” Harry grinned at him: “But you’d never know, because it is such a subtle charm.”
The natter went on for an hour or so as Jimmy became used to the idea of magic and personal spells; then it was time for bed.
“Care to share ours?” Draco asked nonchalantly.
“I might want to; but doing that is too intimate. I’ll not intrude between you and your partner. I value your friendship; but sleeping together in this context is a step I should not take. I enjoyed what happened in the bathroom, it was fun. I hope we might do that again, or something similar. Your pairing I regard as sacrosanct and that bed is the symbol of it; same as Pullet and Phealey share one. Jimmy looked serious and then smiled ruefully: “Besides, if you make too much noise, I have a very vivid imagination and I am used to satisfying myself using the images.”
Hugs all round preluded a quiet night for Jimmy; because the couples put up silencing charms around their beds.
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