Toppers Wallow

Harry found, on waking, that he had aches and pains in unusual places. On discussion he found that Draco also had many of the same symptoms.



“It’s what comes of not having a proper lie-in on Sunday,” complained Draco.



“Malfoy, you’re just making political capital out of something else. They’re much more likely to be the result of all that capering you got us into.”



“Now who’s making political capital, Potter? At least we were cautious and didn’t risk hangovers. I wonder how Seamus and Dean are getting on.”



“They wouldn’t drink your potion, you know.”



“Yes! And I know you didn’t try very hard to make them.”



“There’s a limit to what you can get a drunk to do. Then, of course, a certain somebody had suggested that they ought to suffer a bit, so as to further their education.”



“That somebody also got told off for being callous, if I remember rightly, Potter. I wonder if they ever made it to bed from the carpet.”



“Do you want to go and find out?”



“No; not really! I’d rather lie here with someone I love applying a liniment lotion to my aching body.”



“Okay, I get the picture, but I expect reciprocal action. Which bottle is it?”



Harry levered himself out of bed, groaning, and went over to Draco’s array of flasks and bottles on the long mantelpiece.



“That orange one over there,” Draco pointed imperiously.



“This one?” Harry held up a red bottle.



“No! About six to the left.”



Harry counted. “This one then, but it’s green?”



“You went right not left.”



“No I didn’t! This is my left hand.”



Draco sighed. “Okay, okay; go the other way.”



“Now I’ve lost count; how about this one?” Harry held up a yellow one, trying hard to suppress a grin.



“Harry, I think you’re colour-blind. Hang on I’ll come and get it myself.”



Draco winced as he got out of bed. When he arrived at the mantelpiece, Harry had the correct bottle in his hand and an enormous grin on his face.



“You bugger!” accused Draco. “You knew which one from the start, didn’t you? Bloody Gryffindors!”



“What about lazy Slytherins, issuing orders imperiously from their beds; then?”



“Touché, come back to the bed and I’ll massage you first, just to show that Slytherins aren’t all layabouts.”



They spent nearly an hour massaging each other before Kreacher appeared to announce breakfast.



“Masters, I think you should go and see Masters Seamus and Dean, they’re still lying on the carpet. I’ve cleared up the vomit and made the room smell sweet.”



“Thank you Kreacher. Which potion should we take, do you think?”



“The yellow one, Master Draco. They’ll need lots of water too. You’ll have to wake them first, though. I tried, but they wouldn’t budge.”



“Perhaps we’d better Levicorpus them into the swimming bath, the cold water might work.”



“You could Master, but it’s a little too personal for a house-elf to do to a visitor.”



“I had it done to me at the Manor house many times, usually as a punishment for being lazy.”



“But that would be on Master Lucius’s orders. That makes the difference.”



“So if we order you to do it, you would?”



“I’d appeal to Master Harry’s good nature first, but yes, I suppose I would.”



Draco had a malevolent gleam in his eye, so Harry grabbed him, turned him and kissed him. Kreacher chose that moment to pop out of the room. Harry persuaded Draco to go and see their magician friends before contemplating any drastic action. They found them lying naked on the carpet in the double guest room. Being dorm mates, Harry had experienced their nudity before. Draco had not and rolled them over for a thorough inspection; going as far as a personal grope each. Harry nearly stopped him, but then became fascinated by the hard results of Draco’s alternate manipulations.



Dean was first to respond starting to move his body in time with the stroking.



“Help me, Harry,” asked Draco. “Let’s put him very close to Seamus.”



They manoeuvred the two comatose youths so that Dean was riding Seamus’s crack. Draco’s sole attention turned to Seamus’s implement, making sure it was well lubricated and starting to shine with ardour. Seamus grunted, so Draco took Dean’s hand and placed it gripping Seamus’s hard-on. Dean was now getting into the rhythm and becoming compos-mentis at the same time.



Harry started to become turned on by the display, so he crept up behind the mesmerised Draco, slipped his hands round Draco’s waist and inside his trousers. Harry wiggled his own boner so that it lay in Draco’s rear channel, although their clothes prohibited skin to skin contact. Harry’s exploring fingers soon found what he was looking for and commenced a reciprocating massage.



“Harry, stop it! I’m not in the mood.”



“Yes you are, I have the proof throbbing in my hands.”



“That’s just an appreciative reaction to the floor show.”



“So you fancy joining them do you?” Harry freed one hand and started to unzip Draco’s flies.



Draco’s first reaction was to try and stop him, so Harry gave the glans in hand a special twizzle. Draco bucked back into Harry’s covered hard on, grinding his butt-cheeks. Harry took advantage of Draco’s indrawn stomach and popped the button supporting his trousers. Draco scrabbled to stop them falling, but Harry spread his own elbows, effectively thwarting the rescue attempt.



“You bugger. I’ll get you for that.” Draco\'s hands went behind him, tickling Harry\'s stomach.



Now Harry drew his gut in, giggling at the irritation. Quickly Draco had Harry’s jeans on the floor and his hand pushing down the elastic of Harry\'s briefs. Harry now spread his wrists, forcing Draco’s boxers towards the floor and exposing his scarlet prick. Seamus chose that time to open his eyes.



“Ooh, Dean,” he mumbled, “Look at that magnificent tool.”



“What? Where? Oh yes! … Nice one Draco, lovely nest of pubes too.”



Harry could see that Draco was blushing, because his ears turned crimson. He stopped his manipulation, grabbed his partner’s protective hands and held them apart, giving his ex-dorm-mates a good view of Draco\'s jewels.



“Nice danglers too, me man. I bet they’re prodigious spunk producers. Go on Harry, give him a pull or two; let’s see how many times he can squirt.”



Harry managed to trap one of Draco’s arms and gripped the other hand hard, all with his right hand. This gave him a free hand to put Draco through his sexual paces. Draco struggled slightly mewing in embarrassment and working his bum-cheeks as he moved. It was now a race to see who came first, the floor pair or the watching pair. Draco forgot his inhibitions as Harry relaxed his grip. His exhibitionist side took over as Draco bumped and grinded making suggestive remarks.



“Do you need any nettles?” Harry whispered seductively in Draco\'s ear, in between licks and kisses.



“Shut up, Potter! Ooh –ooh-ooh … ah-ah-ah. I’m coming.”



Draco’s emission started off the round. While Draco was still dripping, Seamus started, followed very quickly by Harry and Dean.



“Good show Draco; can I have a feel?” Before Draco could say no, Seamus was sitting up and caressing his cock and balls. “You’re a lucky bastard, Harry, aren’t they delicious? But I still love my chocolate man’s man the best. Here have a feel.”



Seamus took one of Draco’s hands and placed it on Dean’s prodigious accomplishment. Draco had been going soft, but now the process started to reverse itself.



“Are all your dorm-mates this forward, Harry?” Draco asked with a very obvious leer, responding sexily to Seamus’s ministrations.



“Not really. You started this process off, you know. I was all for throwing them in the pool.” Harry sounded falsely self-righteous.



Seamus made a grab for Harry and caught him by his tackle. “Hey Dean, what was that about a bird in the hand? I’ve got two by their bushes; look.”



“Can you spare one, Lover?”



“Which one do you want?”



“I’ve played with the dark one before, so if you could spare the blond for a few minutes?” Seamus handed Draco\'s balls to Dean. “Mmm, nice set hasn’t he? That crimson end really sets off the silver blond nuts.”



Draco was quite hard now, the others were slowly shrinking



“I think he wants another session, Harry. Do you feel up to it?”



“You seem to be doing fine Dean, are you going to do one of your specials?”



Draco looked horrified, and started to bat Dean’s wrists. “No, no, please no. I need to build up my reserves first.”



The other three burst out laughing as Dean let go.



Harry hugged Draco. “It’s all right, Lover. A couple of years ago we tried that scene on with Ron, and you should have heard him squawking and swearing. He really believed Dean was going to do something terrible. At least you pleaded a reasonable excuse; he just threatened physical retribution, so we tied him down; a leg and an arm to each bedpost.”



“Then what did you do?”



“Nothing!”



“Go on; I don’t believe you.”



“Well we pretended we were going to do all kinds of things to him, even going as far to get the razor and shaving soap out. Then he started pleading and apologising for what he had said.” Dean chuckled.



“What had Weasley said?”



“He’d caught Dean and I having a session and he went all homophobic on us. All the usual stuff they trot out. Only we could see he had a hard on, so we exposed his hypocrisy in a very fleshly way.” Seamus made an obvious mime.



“I came in when they were doing it,” added Harry. “He was just starting to splash out, too. I suppose that’s when I realised my gay side first, though I couldn’t have put it into so any coherent words at the time.”



“You’d had an argument with him, so you didn’t try to defend him, did you?” Dean looked at Harry. “Instead you joined in. That was the first time I had your big tool in my hands and you loved it.”



“Yeah, I did. All my dorm mates naked and erect, I could hardly refuse to join in could I. Besides you might have tied me down as well.”



“Potter, don’t tell me you admit to being a coward?” Draco looked intrigued and slightly shocked.



“No! I wanted to get my hands on a large chocolate appendage, and I couldn’t have done that with my hands tied, could I?”



“Says you! C’mon, let’s all go and have a swim, I’m feeling sticky.” Seamus opened the door, grinning cheekily at Harry.



Harry chased him, laughingly threatening to duck him. In the end a happy mayhem occurred when they reached the pool where Neville and a couple of the others were already having a water fight. Draco lost his reservations and joined in, ducking and being ducked in equal proportions, laughing and spluttering as much as any of the others. Harry was first out and watched as his lover became integrated into the group.



“That was fun,” Draco said, as Harry pulled him out of the water. “I think I like Gryffindor roughhousing better that Slytherin manoeuvring. I’m famished.”



Harry threw a towelling bathrobe at him, and grinned, turning to help Neville out of the water. Draco took the hint and offered his hand to Dean and then Seamus, giving them bathrobes too. It was warm enough to have breakfast on the patio, with the canvas roof rolled back.



“Why didn’t you two have hangovers, Seamus?” Draco asked, as they were drinking their final mugs of coffee.



“We came-to somewhere in the middle of the night, and Kreacher gave us two potions, then we went back ter sleep it off. If you’re going ter wake us up like that each morning, we might be persuaded ter stay.”



“You know we can’t Lover,” interrupted Dean. “There are walls at Finnegan’s Fortress yet to be put right. We promised your mum to be back last night, if you remember.”



“We did, so, too. Still, she’s a late riser so she won’t have missed us yet. We’d better be off before she throws a wobbly. Draco, are you going ter be this nice when I get bad marks in potions?”



“I think Tutor Malfoy will not be as scathing as Professor Snape was, but I will expect you to get things right. I don’t know about you but he frightened me. I think I got good marks despite him.”



“And here we all thought you were teachers pet.”



“Yes well, he recognised talent. That’s why he was so cross with Harry, he knew Harry had talent, and he thought he was wasting it on other things. I think he wanted Lily’s boy to be the best at everything especially in Snape’s potions class.”



“This love thing can get awfully messy, can’t it? I hope we can do better, but we probably won’t.” Dean gave Draco a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, doing the same to Harry and Seamus followed suit. They dressed and ran off towards the Apparating Area.



This presaged a general exodus, everyone calling out equal greetings to both Draco and Harry; by the time the last ones had gone Draco was gripping Harry’s hand very tightly and trembling. Harry understood and hugged his lover comfortingly.



Draco looked up dolefully. “Harry, why are they all so nice to me? I’ve been such a bastard to them when I could.”



“Not recently you haven’t. You’ve let the Draco side show instead of the Malfoy. We all have bad sides and we make allowances. We can only make allowances if we see the good side as well and that’s what you’ve been displaying. I imagine I’m going to have to relearn some of my prejudices when I have Slytherins in my class for the first time. So we’ll support each other and act as go-betweens if necessary, deal?”



“Okay, deal. What next, O all wise one?”



“Knock it off! How about going to buy that hang glider we talked about? I’ve got to go to Gringott’s to make some arrangements and we’d better go to Madam Malkin’s to collect those teachers’ gowns. Oh; and I have to see George and we ought to go to Grimmauld Place, we have a new Fidelius charm in place and you ought to be included.”



“Won’t the Order object?”



“It is still my town house, so they can’t, anyway I’m the holder. Maybe in a bit, you can be accepted into the Order; after all, your professor predecessor was a member. We still have to sort out the Master and his minions and you knowing your way round the Manor will be a great help.”



“Yes I suppose it would. I’d never really thought of attacking the Manor before. I used to sneak in and out regularly when I was younger. I reckon we could get in even now without disturbing the alarm wards. I’ll have to give it some serious thought. A couple of us would be easy, but we’re going to need a small army to overpower my father.”