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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: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Involuntary masturbation by a second party}
~~ ANOTHER ONE ~~~
~~~ MONDAY ~~~ 03/08/98
Harry woke with the sun and Monday’s dawn chorus. This time he was up first and had started to make breakfast before Justin came down.
“Good morning, more wards today Specky?”
“Hi Juicy, yes please. Look after the toast will you?”
“Okay.”
Neville and Blaise were next: “We’re aiming to clear the vegetation where the pool will be. There are a few rare water plants which we want to relocate next door to the Temple Pool.”
Dean came down: “We hope to resource some more tiled bricks from Mr Cartwright, he says he’s got enough to line the insides of the pool.”
Seamus came in: “He must know about us, yer know. He don’t bat an eyelid when we miniaturised them and send them here. Guys, avoid the top patio; that’s where we’ll be sending them ter.”
Each person nodded their heads in understanding.
They finished breakfast and went about their various tasks. Harry and Justin had worked out a way of making wards in the open because few locals used Chantry Lane during the daytime. That meant that the wards were complete by lunchtime, as well as an enormous pile of bricks on the patio. Blaise and Neville said they had cleared the site of interesting plants and started the excavations proper. Dean and Seamus promised to come and help. Whilst Justin was fixing the wards around the apparating area Harry would do the same for the floo.
Harry went down to his study, quietly ensuring he had privacy. Using his fire and the floo network he called the Burrow. Ronald’s voice boomed out at him.
“Hello mate, how’re things going?”
“Very well at the moment; I’ve been taken to church.”
“What? Don’t tell me you’ve found Blondie already; wasn’t that a bit quick though.”
“Shh-h-h. Let me finish. No I haven’t found him. Did you know that Dusky, Irish and Zappem go to church regularly? So the rest of us went with them. We met this clued-up vicar who warned me about someone who very much sounds like a death eater, or at least a sympathiser. So I wanted to ask your dad if he could find out about him.”
“Right Oh!” Ronald turned away and called out to the elder Weasley.
“Hello Harry. Who’s this death eater chappie then?”
“He’s called Araxes Goodfellow and he lives at Woodyates Farm.”
“That name doesn’t ring a bell; perhaps he’s a bad one and using an alias. Can I come back to you on that, once I’ve looked something up?”
“Yes please.”
“I’ll go now. Ron wants to talk to you again. See you later.”
“Hey mate; Herms and I were thinking we’d come and see you tomorrow. Will that be difficult with the rest of them there?”
“Not really, unless you stay the night. My apparition wards are in place, and the landing ground is very secluded, I’ve named it ‘Toppers Wallow’ so that’s what you think about. Imagine a grey circular paved area surrounded by green bushy hawthorn trees; Herms knows the approximate location so you’ll get here all right and don’t forget to have a special galleon with you. Tell Herms, but no one else, please. You’ll not get through my inner wards until I hand you in, you know, like we practiced.”
“I’m glad you’re taking our warnings seriously. Herms won’t be as worried once she knows. I’m dying to see your new cottage.”
“Just keep it to yourselves please, I’d rather not have Rita Skeeter beetling into my life again and mucking it up.”
“No probs, I’ll not even tell my Mum. See ya for lunch tomorrow old chum.”
At tea time Harry reported back to his friends.
“We can camp out in the barn, Harry, if they decide to stay over,” Dean suggested: “Ron can have the spare bunk and Herms use the double.”
“We’ll need some more supplies, Harry,” observed Blaise: “Shall we go and buy some tomorrow morning?”
Harry nodded his acquiescence.
~~~ MALFOY MANOR ~~~
Draco was worried about what he had seen in those letters. He had been present when such atrocities had been reported to Voldemort and was determined somehow to let the new Minister know, but his father was suspicious of Draco’s motives and watched his son’s every move. Lucius also vetted every letter that anyone in the death-eater household sent out. Draco also was alarmed at being hitched to some unlikely bride. He thought that his gay propensities would not allow any meaningful sexual intercourse with the woman [and some were ancient harridans who fancied a bit of young flesh – toy boy fashion]. He also dreaded what might happen if the latent geas came into force before he had bedded Harry again. Escape plans were his main occupation, but he had also to guard against Lucius legillimensing those thoughts when he was resting.
~~~ MONDAY AFTERNOON ~~~
Draco was informed that they had guests from abroad arriving and that he had to be on his best behaviour and well dressed. He dressed carefully hoping that the guests would liven up his rather boring lifestyle. Going down when he heard the house-elf announcing them he graciously entered the blue drawing room. He found about eight people gathered none of whom he had met before. They seemed to be a family and of some Nordic stock – possibly Germanic.
One of the problems was that they spoke little English. They seemed to have a reasonable grasp of German. One of the languages Draco had not been exposed to. He was fluent in French because the family had holdings there. He even knew some Italian, having visited the Zabinis a few times and going touring with Blaise. The party consisted of an older pair, whom Draco supposed were Grandparents, a pair about the same age as his parents, a maiden aunt of much the same age and three offspring comprising a rather dashing young man about his equal in years and two younger giggling twins with coils of blonde platted hair on top of their heads.
Naturally the younger ones gravitated towards each other. Draco had been in the same position before and knew that his duty was towards them. So whilst the older ones sat and chatted Draco tried to from some sort of association with the others. Here Draco revised his ideas and decided it was a Nordic language they spoke. He was in for a shock, once some sort of dialogue got going, the older brother turned out to be a very mannish girl called Skaldi and the two giggling twins were Freya [female] and Freyr [male].
Draco mused that maybe the mannish girl could excite his hormones just enough for marriage but the other two were too young. Much arm waving, miming and giggling took place whilst Draco tried to entertain his guests. He decided to mime broomstick flying and received odd looks from his entourage. Puzzled he beckoned them outside and went towards the Malfoy broom-room. Once arrived they understood his mime and, giggling yet again, indicated that Skaldi had thought the mime of a broom handle was something much more personal. This misunderstanding set the tone for the rest of the visit; anything mimed was taken the wrong way and caused gales of laughter.
For luncheon there was a cold collage including smørrebrød. The display contained a suitably decorated cold collage. It took little imagination for the chuckling youngsters to surreptitiously juxtapose a long sausage with two tomatoes, or a banana and two oranges. Breadsticks and round biscuits had them chuckling as did pickled onions and a gherkin. In the sweet department there were cream filled éclairs. By accident Draco squeezed his and the cream oozed out of the filling at one end. One of the twins saw it and stuck out their tongue to catch the dripping cream. This set them howling with laughter and, but for parental admonitions, an éclair cream fight might have started.
The young ones were shooed out again after lunch. It was warm so Draco decided that they might like to swim in the Manor’s outdoor pool. Unwittingly he mimed getting undressed and before he got to the diving bit they trio mobbed him. One of them had undone his zip before he managed to escape. ‘No, no,’ he mimed and then indicated that they were to follow. Arriving at the pool they understood what he had meant. They were used to swimming au nu, and stripped off. Blushingly Draco followed suit, quickly diving in to hide his modesty. They splashed around for a bit, swam a few races and then the trio had a separate discussion.
Draco was slightly worried when they swam towards him, but he smiled; as a host should always do. That was his undoing. One twin grabbed his hands, the other dived beneath Draco and grabbed his feet; bringing them to the surface. Skaldi grabbed his balls with one hand and started to stroke his prick with the other. Draco’s shouts were soon subdued. If, after the first yell, he appeared to be about to make a noise, they ducked him. Spluttering from mouthfuls of water he saw the wisdom in not making a noise. He also learned that the trio were strong, purposeful and sharing. Skaldi led the way, demonstrating to the twins, various ways of making Draco squirm lubriciously. They stroked, and pinched, and prodded his genitals until he forgot how many times he had come. Luckily for him Sonny was dispatched to tell the trio that it was time to go home.
Dressed and proper again, they presented themselves to the adults. On leaving the adults shook hands with him, thanking him for entertaining the children. Freyr shook hands but the two girls kissed him, ensuring that his cock was groped at the same time.
In his bedroom later, Sonny visited him: “I’m sorry Master; I think I should have warned you about their antics. The elf-vine has it that they sexually attack any unsuspecting teenager. The parents encourage their explorations, as far as we can make out.”
Draco sighed: “Let me know if they’re coming again, please. It’s not your fault really. Looking back, I can see that I encouraged them. I’m a little sore down there now.”
“I have a soreness lotion; would you like me to rub it in?” Sonny had a saucy look on his face.
Draco caught the drift: “Do you have a gang of elves to help you then?”
Both of them chuckled and Sonny passed the lotion bottle to Draco.
~~~ GODRIC’S HOLLOW 04/08/98 ~~~
Today was the day when Hermione and Ronald were coming to visit. It was the day when Harry found a leg of ham outside the door, with a note saying it was from an admirer. Harry set about checking that the ham was safe from all known poisons and hexes, which proved to be non-existent. Then he and Blaise went off to the village stores to pick up some provisions, with an eye to entertaining his forthcoming guests.
“Hello Mr Potter, Mr Zabini, run out of supplies so soon?”
“I’ve got guests coming to stay for a few days so I thought I’d better lay in some extras,”
“More people like yourselves then?” Mrs Amis, the shopkeeper, gave Harry a knowing look.
“Um … Well … Yes … They’re friends from college.”
“Good, more of your sort will redress the balance, if you see what I mean.” Mrs Amis scowled at a passer-by who was peering in at the window. “That’s Mr Goodfellow, not that I think it’s his real name anyway. He’s a real old skinflint, his name don’t match his attitude; no it don’t.”
Blaise peered out from behind a display whilst Harry took a quick look, but did not recognise the man. He looked away quickly in case he was recognised, but carefully stored up the information for later. “I wonder if I’ll look that grumpy when I grow old.”
“Not if you all keeps coming to church you won’t, Dearie.”
“Well I do have to go back to college for some time yet.”
“Ah well; t’others’ll look after your house well, they’re real good ‘uns, they are.”
“Well … We’ll all be going back together.”
“I’m not sure about Dean and Seamus, Harry,” put in Blaise: “But the rest of us are.”
As she totted up the bill Harry marvelled at the swiftness of the village information grapevine. He passed a few more pleasantries with her, paid for his goods and carefully carried them back to the cottage.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
“I’m almost sure that’s Graucus Mulciber, Harry,” said Blaise: “I think I saw him once at the Manor when visiting Blondie. If so he’s a very nasty piece of work.”
“Let’s see what Mr Weasley comes up with, shall we?”
Justin met Harry at the cottage’s entrance.
“Ron and Herms have arrived, Harry.”
“Oh no! I’d better get down there and hand them in.”
“It’s all right. I glad handed them. Then the wards let them in.”
“Really! Wonderful! I’d better ask Herms about it, because I didn’t set them up that way.”
“Maybe it’s because were inside when you made them, or because we’re galleon holders, or group members. Is that possible?”
“I’ve no idea, Herms will though; if not she’ll have every book out until she finds the answer.”
By this time, they had arrived on to the patio, where Justin had supplied Hermione and Ronald with some traditional lemonade.
“Here’s your glass Harry, I’ll go and get on with excavating.”
“Fine … Um … Where did you get the lemonade from?”
“It was among the gifts left on your doorstep this morning. Before you get het-up, I asked Herms to check it out, she’s better at those kinds of charms than I am. See, I’m drinking some too.”
“What else was left?”
“Half a dozen eggs, and a fresh-baked loaf, I had Herms check those out too.”
“I’m glad about the bread, Mrs Amis had sold out, so I was going to re-vivify some of Saturday’s. Oh well that’ll make good toast.” Harry looked at his two close mates: “Hello you two, sorry to ignore you for domestic arrangements, but we do have to eat.”
Hermione hugged Harry and kissed his cheek. “Nice to see you so domesticated; quite a change from being the saviour of the world, it suits you.”
“I’m not sure whether that’s a compliment or not.” Harry smiled questioningly.
“Intended as a compliment.”
Ron was next, giving Harry a playful punch. “Is there enough height under your wards to throw a Quaffle around?”
“There should be room enough over the bushes at the back. Not full height, as the wards are attached to the chimney, but there’ll be enough room to try quite a few moves.”
“Ronald Weasley, before you two go off playing Quidditch, you have a duty to perform.”
“Sorry Dear! Harry, Dad gave me these files to let you have a look at. He says he knows Goodfellow is not the proper name, but these are the known remaining death eaters who are supposed to be in this area. There’s a picture of each of them as well.”
“Mrs Amis showed me Mr Goodfellow this morning, at the shop … There that’s the one … Oh it’s Graucus Mulciber. Your guess was good Zappem.” Harry picked up the file and all of them peered at its contents. “Hey Guys; don’t you ever accept any invitation from him. Look at this, he’s suspected of seven young men’s deaths. Ugh! Look what he did to them. I reckon he ripped that one’s balls off.”
All the young men cringed.
“Not a very nice way to die.” Hermione’s understatement belied her ashen face. “Close it up, Harry … Quickly … Please.”
All the readers were definitely a few shades paler when they’d finished.
“Ooh! I’m not going anywhere near that bloke, not for thousands of pounds. I’d rather starve to death.” Justin was capping both hands around his genitals.
“You know what you saw was privileged information, don’t you?”
“Yes Herms. Harry has reminded our group about keeping secrets. Not that I could find words to express that horror, anyway. I’m glad we’re on the opposing side to that ghoul. Harry, shouldn’t you be telling someone about it?”
“Thanks Justin. Where’ll your dad be now, Ron?”
“At his office, you’d better floo him.”
“While you’re doing that Ron and I’ll unpack. Which room do you want us to use?”
“Ron’s in the four bunk room and you have the double bedded one.”
“Oh!” Hermione went very red.
Blaise cackled: “Don’t tell us, were you two thinking of sharing?”
Ronald looked at his feet and mumbled.
Blaise dug him in the ribs: “You were, weren’t you?”
“Leave him alone Zappem,” Justin came to the rescue: “It’s not as though any of us are pure and unblemished, is it?”
~~~ MALFOY MANOR ~~~
“We have visitors Draco. Mind you behave yourself.”
“Yes Father.” Draco wondered who they might be, grumbling to himself that his father was making the Manor as busy as Diagon Alley.
Draco tidied himself up and descended the stairs a few minutes after his father. He heard voices in the pink drawing room and followed the murmur. There were Mr and Mrs Avery plus their daughter.
‘Oh Merlin, it’s Prune-face and her parents,’ he thought, inwardly shuddering. Nevertheless, Draco put on a gracious smile and greeted the visitors.
The polite chat over the tea and cakes bored Draco immensely. He amused himself by remembering all the things that his coterie had done to prune-face who was two years his junior. ‘Prune-face’ was a little hard on the girl, but school-kid nicknames stick. Draco knew of many more handsome girls than the well-built one sitting in the next seat. He also knew that the bulkiness was not flab, because she had been disciplined quite a few times for attacking and molesting other Slytherins. Then he remembered the awful punishment he had been forced to mete out by the Carrows.
‘I hope she’s forgotten that incident,’ he thought.
Narcissa looked at her son, interrupting his horrified reverie: “Draco, why don’t you take Prunella to see the rose garden. I’m sure you two have more interesting topics to discuss. You know each other from school, don’t you?”
“Yes Mother.” Then he felt very alarmed: ‘I hope they’re not trying to marry me off to her,’ he thought. Instead he offered a gentlemanly arm to the young lady and guided her outside.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Harry and Blaise went below to floo Mr Weasley, and the other two went exploring upstairs. It took a few minutes to find Ronald’s Dad, flooing him the files, explaining about the group being at the cottage, and about the sighting of Graucus/Araxes. Mr Weasley said he would tell the Aurors and the Order, quietly, about Graucus’s home location. When Harry climbed back up the stairs he found Ronald and Hermione in the kitchen.
“Mum sent you some plate pies. You know what she’s like. We’ve chosen this cold salmon one, is that okay?”
“If it’s your Mum’s cooking, of course it is. I bought some fresh salad so we could have that with it. Mrs Amis also had a selection of fresh fruit so we could have them for afters, if you like.”
“Nice to see you eating healthily, Harry. Ron would have nothing but pizzas.”
“What’s wrong with pizzas?” Ronald queried.
“Nothing; if you eat them occasionally, but the takeaway near the Granger house thought they’d hit a human gold mine when you came to stay.”
“Well … I’d not had one before, had I?”
“There’s a pizza shop in Great Grumblewell,” offered Justin, showing them his Nokia Communicator: “We’ve had them a couple of times. You can ’phone them and they’ll bring them round.”
“Juicy; please don’t lead my fiancé into bad habits, he’s got enough to last a lifetime already.”
Ronald went puce, then realised he was being had-on and looked shamefaced.
Ronald conjured up some sunshades, under which they sat on the patio whilst eating their meal. There was a general discussion about the nature of magic versus electricity, and the latest gossip etc. Harry asked Hermione about them being able to operate the wards without being handed in, so when they split up she went to raid Harry’s library, and then sat in the shade on the small lower semi-circular terrace near the shrubbery outside his study whilst the wizards indulged themselves in some Quidditch practice, throwing a Quaffle around. For a goal they improvised. Because the level of the floor of the entrance terrace increased in height as the ground fell away the three open archways at the back of the house over the entrance were well above ground height. The inner one of them made a suitable goal aperture, not as high or as small as a Quidditch ring, but ample enough for practice purposes.
After a few bumps and bruises with the heavy Quaffle, Justin got a tennis ball out of his kit, charmed it, and they used that. The tennis ball was almost snitch size, so Harry had some chasing practice as well.
~~~ MALFOY MANOR ~~~
Outside in the Manor’s garden Draco had an alarming experience with Prunella. It was obvious that she had been primed to coax him. Perhaps she had been given instructions or perhaps she was acting out her own fantasies. He was unaware of the private revenge pact she had made with herself, if so, he would have not left his wand behind. Whichever it was, Draco was in a tight corner.
Things had started innocuously enough as he acted out the perfect host role, trying to overawe the little monster with the grandeur of the Manor’s surroundings. He had miscalculated; all that did was seem to make her more avaricious. They went to the rose garden and, acting the gentleman, Draco held the gate open for her. As she passed him she trailed her hands over his pubic area. It was not too obvious, but in hindsight that was when her campaign began. In one of the rose arches a dangling branch might have caught in her hair, so Draco gallantly held it up. This time is was a definite grope. Draco gulped wondering how he was going to avoid what came next.
“This arbour looks nice. May we sit?” Prunella asked coyly.
Draco allowed her to sit first and then placed himself at the other end of the rustic bench. No sooner had he sat down than she was pressed up close to him. He leaned back to avoid her and his jacket caught on some thorns as he tried to rise. Held there by the thorns, and pinned down by the muscular fifth-year’s arm he could do little to defend himself.
“Incarcerous,” she whispered, waving a quickly revealed wand.
‘Oh Merlin,’ he thought: ‘Now what?’
Prune-face was not the girl for romance; she wanted to inspect the goods and she wanted revenge.
“So nice of our parents to arrange this little tryst, Draco, my love. Before I agree to marry you I need to see if you are a capable baby maker. Langlock!”
Draco’s eyes opened in horror as she unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. Next she tore open his shirt and inspected his chest, rubbing her meaty fists over his nipples. He remembered that she had been a boy molester and, unfortunately for him, the idea started his juices rising. On top of that Draco had to admit that her touch, although brutal, was somewhat arousing and he began to expand accordingly.
“Oh goody! I see you like me,” said Prunella gazing down at the slight bulge in Draco’s boxers. “Now to see how much spunk you have.”
She slithered her hand down Draco’s torso tickling it as she went. The nearer the hand got to his waistband the harder he became – teenage hormones being what they are. There was no finesse, she ripped the waistband in two and tore the remains of his undergarment off.
“Mmm, this looks delicious. Much better than those boys you thrashed me for.”
Draco thought she was going to suck him off when she bent down, but no; her hand went between his legs to grasp his balls. He gripped his thighs, trapping her hand.
“So you like to play rough do you? Well you’ve picked the right fiancée then.” With her other hand she gripped his cock and twisted.
Draco cringed and let out a silent scream, struggling to free his hands from their bonds. Unfortunately for him his dick liked the treatment and throbbed a couple of times to prove it. She slackened her hold slightly and started pumping. As with the fiery potion, Draco tried to hold back, he was succeeding until she used her, now freed, other hand to rub his glans.
He convulsed. She produced a glass phial. His balls lifted into firing position. She crammed his glans into the neck of the phial.
“Evacuans!” Her wand touched the glassware.
The suction was unbelievable and all his cum went straight into the glass receptacle. She kept up her pumping and he kept ejaculating until he started to go limp. With a pop she pulled the phial off his end causing him to convulse yet again. A wicked gleam came into her eyes and she grabbed the slackening member pinching it and making it re-grow. Using her left hand, she gripped his flesh, rubbing her thumb over his slit. As he convulsed yet again she lifted both the binding and silencing spells.
“Cry out if you like, my little Drakie. If you do I’ll rub it sore to bloody. Same thing if you try to grab my hand to take it off.” She gave him a few shots to prove that she could. Then she cried out “Help!” at the top of her voice.
Almost immediately her Father and Lucius appeared.
“I see your son couldn’t wait for the announcement. Did you get his sample Prue dear?”
“Yes Father, here it is.” She rubbed Draco’s knob and at the same time held the flask up for her father to take. All Draco could do was gasp.
“Well Lucius, I think that concludes our deal, except for the test.” Avery held up the phial. “I think we could let the two love birds play a little longer, don’t you, Seignior?”
“I think so. Don’t keep your bride-to-be up all night Draco.”
Draco looked on in gasping horror as she caressed his prick-slit and the two happy fathers walked away.
“Now for some vengeance, Husband; I remember how much you liked degrading me in front of the whole house. Now are the tables turned.”
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