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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]
(gay references – no desceriptions)
~~~GREENHOUSES~~~
Whilst the Yates took Jason on a tour of the farm, including a visit to Pastures Cottage, Draco and Harry accompanied Knob back to Elm Tree Cottage. As they approached the door into the cellar various screams and callous laughter could be heard. They entered with shields held ready, only to find Unctuous interfering with an incarcerated Caius. It was obvious, by the state the other two confined Bole cousins were in, that Unctuous had also played extensively with them.
“Oh! Hello Professors. You seem to have caught me doing something I shouldn’t be doing. Are you going to punish me?” Unctuous did not seem too contrite, smug was a better word.
“That depends,” replied Draco, still pointing a wand at him: “On whether you have worked off the geas’ requirements.”
“Oh!” Unctuous grimaced: “So you know. Erm … Now you ask … It’s no longer there. Like when we had those students.” He grinned: “I had a lot of fun with these three though.”
“Just you wait, Hunk, until we’re free,” Growled Verrucous: “Your prick will be so sore that you daren’t piss for a week.”#
“Your arse will be forfeit as well,” added Plautus: “You’ll not know whether to stand up or sit down, to ease the pain.”
Caius just laughed and made obscene gestures. Harry had the feeling that Caius’ heart was not in it.
Draco caught Harry’s hand and concentrated.
D:*His mental vibes support your idea.*
H:*So one of them might be saved?*
D:*Possibly, if we can get him away from the evil influence of the other two. He seems scared of them and yet bound to them as well. The others’ minds are like sewers.* Draco shuddered.
Harry glared at said Bole: “I doubt you will ever manage to get your hands on him, Verrucous, or the rest of you.” He then looked at Crabbe: “Will you accompany us upstairs, please, Hunk?”
Vincent’s cousin stared blankly at the Blake Brunet for half a minute, then he shook his head as though trying to understand the unusual situation. “Okay! What’s going to happen to me then?”
“We’ll talk about it when we’re upstairs and away from listening ears.”
Harry led the way followed by Unctuous and then Draco.
“Would you like tea, Masters?” One of the elves had popped in and greeted them.
“Yes please! Sit down Hunk.”
The elves served tea and cakes to the Blakes’ party. Unctuous, who had chosen a hard chair and perched nervously upon it, asked: “You know about the geas, I take it?”
“Yes! Not directly though. We questioned Jase about it, using an indirect method. So that he did not actually have to tell us what it contained. He was of the opinion that the same applied to you.”
“Yes it does … Erm … And the attendant curse. He’s not been hurt by it, has he?”
“Rest assured he’s still intact and alive,” Draco adopted an imperious air: “We have a vacancy for a reformed molester, and an idea of how to fulfil the geas requirements, without resorting to partial rape. Should you wish to avail yourself of the offer? It would mean working on a farm, supervised by muggles, but using suitable agricultural thaums as well. There may even be the possibility of some cooking for yourself and a trio of other reformed characters.”
“Not the Bole cousins, please? They’re not reformed, I doubt two of them ever will be, either, but Caius is not quite the same. I don’t know how you managed to imprison them, but I’m glad you did.”
“How’s that?” asked Harry.
“You see, Professor, they were told of the geas’ requirements. Managing to cast quarantine hexes on us until we became desperate. Then we’d be forced to capture some mature students and attack them carnally. It wasn’t quite Imperious, but something like it, based on our gay tendencies. We didn’t go the whole way with the students, but the Boles, afterwards, went the whole way with us. It seems we were unable to resist their advances for a period after we’d wanked the teenagers. That’s why, when I found them incarcerated and without wands, I had a modicum of revenge.” Unctuous screwed up his nose: “I’m not sure I really fancy fucking any of them, they’re too rough. Actually, thinking about it, what I did was probably more geas engendered than my natural instinct.”
“So, you like girls then?”
“Not sexually, I’m friends with a few.” Unctuous coloured up: “I prefer my three friends … Erm … I think that’s what got us into trouble to begin with. Our fathers had no truck with the gay scene, definitely not when they found out about us whilst we were still at school. We were ostracised and denied our inheritances; feeling lost we sort of drifted into the satraps’ influence. We were too young to join, but The Seignior thought it was a good joke to have that damnable witch put a gay geas on us.”
“So, you formed a mutually protective group?”
“Much good that did us! The Boles found out and exploited us.” Unctuous paused: “Erm … Maybe one of their satrap friends tipped them the wink … It’s the sort of thing they might do. In their circles it’s common knowledge that his nibs is trying cause havoc inside your wards.”
“We suspected it might be a plot.”
“Not sure it’s from deliberate thought, though. He thrives on chaos and autocracy, you thrive on order and democracy … Erm … This job of yours; what is it?”
“You’d be working near the village where we live.”
“That’s Godric’s Hollow, isn’t it, where the Annex is situated.”
“Yes. We’ve recently acquired another of the farms there. It’s mixed – animals and crops – There’s a possibility of having your own cottage, but it will need doing-up.”
“Would I be able to share it with Jase and the others?”
“You’d have to ask Jase. The others have not yet been contacted.”
“I’m almost sure they’d come in on it. Oh! What about the geas?”
“The kobold could visit you on a regular basis, at least to begin with,” replied Harry: “You, having played with the Boles and lost the urge, might offer another line of enquiry. I shall have to do some more research.”
“Not them by choice, please. In an emergency any cock will do. The satraps had me sucking a hundred-and-ten-year-old once, when I grew really desperate. It was gruesome! He enjoyed it; I think. At least he quietly thanked me afterwards.”
“Why a centenarian plus?”
“I think it was a test to see if that bitch’s geas was working. Believe me! I was very desperate. They’d quarantined me for twenty-eight days and I was mad with lust and had no way of alleviating it. Thank Merlin we were reasonably private, only her looking on and gloating. He came a bit and I came a lot. Circes Calumny! Why am I telling you this? Come to think of it; why aren’t you disgusted? You’re married and have children, so you should be really phased-out about my depraved gay goings-on.”
“Well we’re not! We’re only disgusted with my father and his despicable satraps. Being gay isn’t disgusting, some of us are made that way. Just as some of us have the thaumic gene too. Draco continued: “You seem to have a partner in Jase, just as Harry and I are partners. I know we have children and they were conceived naturally, but we prefer each other. Our strong genes had to be passed on to the next generation, and all the signs are that our quartet have the Fluence, though they are still a bit young.”
“Oh! Right! Nice one! When can I see this farm then?”
“We need to go downstairs and through the tunnel and then post to the Annex.”
“Okay!” Unctuous grinned: “I’ll close my ears as I go through the dungeon.”
He needed to, as did the two Blakes. The cussing and promises of retribution by two of them could be heard echoing halfway to Hogwarts. This time they met no-one in the corridors and, having posted, were soon walking by the mill-leat and up the drive to Woodyates. They opened the door and went in; hearing voices in the lounge they entered.
As soon as Jason saw Unctuous, he jumped up, ran over and kissed him soundly. Then he pushed away slightly, still gripping Unctuous’ shoulders to look closely at him: “Are you okay?”
“Yes thanks. I’ve had my hands on the Boles and the urge has abated. What about you?”
“I’m okay too. Harry and Draco have found us a couple of cottages that need doing-up.”
Unctuous started giggling.
Jason mock slapped his friend: “Not that kind of cottage, Silly, one that we can live in.”
D:*What’s that about?*
H:*Its muggle gay slang for a public toilet used for temporary assignations. There was one near Privet Drive.*
D:*Did you go there?*
H:*I went once to have a pee, and an old bloke tried to touch my willy. I ran off disgustedly. Later on, I learned what it was and didn’t go again.*
Whilst the Blakes had been communicating; Jason had been enthusiastically describing his ideas for the cottages … … … “And there’re a few people like us, here, too. Both Muggles and Magicals. They’ve just made a dome to protect us in the fields.” Jason went on to introduce his ‘Hunk’ to the assembled company.
D:*Definitely the gushy type, isn’t he?*
H:*Yes, but I think Hunk will calm him down a bit.*
Knob came over: “Is it all right if I cage the Boles? Only they’re getting a bit sore where the ropes chafe.”
“Do you need any help?”
“Not really. I’ve had a chat with Seamus and Dean. They’ve asked Griswold to fashion something. Only he doesn’t want to be seen by them.”
“He’s hiding from the Seignior here.”
Knob smiled: “Like some others will be. Me, for instance. I’ve already felt my controller searching for me thaumically. I suspect they’ve found that there aren’t any bodies by now. So, they’ll think we’re hiding somewhere in the labyrinth of adits and caves that the kobolds inhabit. They’ll be mounting search parties.”
“Should we tell them that you’re alive and well?”
“It sounds like a good idea, but it may not work. They’ll want me and my prisoner back. I’m not sure I want to return, and Gandy definitely doesn’t.”
“Why do they want him back? The case is over,” asked Harry
“They’ll want a price for his freedom.”
“What about you?”
Knob shrugged: “I have no idea: I don’t think any of us has wanted to be free before.”
“There was an old kobold in my father’s dungeon. He used to torture me sometimes,” observed Draco: “He was devoted to the family. I wonder if there’s a record of that transaction somewhere. There aren’t too many family papers left in my possession since the aurors took them.”
“The muggle parliament has a ‘Freedom-of-Information’ law,” mused Harry: “I wonder if the Wizengamot has the same?”
Draco smirked: “I know one bushy haired witch who could find out for us. And she has all the right contacts inside the Ministry.”
Harry could see Knob looking mystified: “Draco and Hermione have a sort of love-hate relationship. The hate bit has diffused, but they like to pretend sometimes.”
“She’s the Principal of the College, isn’t she. Would she want to help?”
“She’s part of the team, Knob. Of course, she will.”
Before that problem could be concluded the other two miscreants had to be sorted. Jason and Unctuous, at Harry’s request, had sent owls to their two friends, but the owls returned without a message. Jason went out with Harry and Unctuous with Draco; searching all the known spots where the two friends thought their compatriots might be hiding. That search was not successful. So, the following weekend, the Blakes put it about the Dumbledorians that they wanted to see them; emphasising that the search was, at present, low key.
On Wednesday morning Draco received a floo call from the Auror department.
“Hello Mac, how are things? Are we in trouble?”
“Quite well, and you? Two respectable seneschals,” Mackenzie replied ironically: “How could you ever be in trouble?”
“We’re in reasonable health, thanks. Then, politics is it? Want us to bring something up at the next Wizengamot session?”
“I don’t think it is. A couple of Dumbledorian aurors did mention that you were looking for two young men. It’s possible that we may have found them.”
“Are they being held on charges?”
“Not yet! Their situation’s curious. They were at the centre of a breach of the peace. Only they were the victims not the perpetrators. It happened in Hoar Yard, you know, it’s off Knockturn Alley – dubious sort of place.”
“Yes, I know it. Had a few homicides to investigate there, caused by unusual substances. Ladies of the night inhabit it don’t they? And some rent-boys.”
“Yes. As you know we turn a blind eye to the goings on, unless they cause a furore. Well there was a disturbance and we took Raucous McNair and his girlfriend into protective custody. It seems that the tarts and henrys were objecting to these two, who were offering either free or cut-price sex. Imagine our surprise when the girlfriend turned out to be a male named Credulous Scabior. Then, we shouldn’t be all that amazed, I suppose, various cross-dressers haunt the yard.”
“Are they being charged with anything?”
“I suppose we could do them for causing a disturbance, but they were the victims, really. We’ve got them in the holding cells at the moment.”
“What’s their behaviour like?”
“A bit twitchy. Perhaps they’ve been on something and are coming down. Not that they tested positive in the usual tests. Do you want to run some special tests, is it a new substance?”
“Not that I know of. There’s a suspicion that they’ve been geased with a sex curse.”
“Mmm … That’s a possibility … Can’t test for that … Might cause damage. Is that why you want them? Harry is the current expert; isn’t he? I can easily write them down as having been sent for thaumic testing, if you want.”
“Hmm … Yes. Let’s do that. I’ll get Harry to sign off the paperwork. Thanks!”
The Blake Wizards came to the town house, so five minutes later Harry took charge of two slightly spaced-out young men, one of whom was still in drag. Knob had also been asked to attend; but stay out of sight.
“Why are we here?” asked Raucous.
“Because Harry’s an expert in geas, Rous,” Draco replied: “Might I ask why Cred’s dressed like that?”
“We wanted to get laid, one way or another, so we tried different disguises.”
“Did you get laid then?”
“No! We got arrested instead. Not sure why. We were the ones getting hit.”
“It’s called protective custody. Do I take it that you’re both becoming sexually desperate?”
“Why do you suppose that?”
“Hoar Yard is where the prostitutes of both sexes hang out, isn’t it? So, it was a reasonable supposition. Were you short of money?”
“Sort of … Erm … We’d clubbed together and hired a room in one of the Yard’s tenements and wanted something to add to our meagre allowances.”
“That’s not the real reason, is it?”
“What do you mean?” Raucous replied shiftily.
Credulous put his hands on his hips: “Stop fencing Rous. Didn’t you hear what Sir Draconius said at the beginning?”
“What was that, Cred?”
“He said Sir Harry was an expert on geas.”
“You can’t disclose that, think of the consequences.”
Harry supplied the rebuttal: “We know of two geased friends of yours who have not been adversely effected and we think we can help you too. It’s possible to talk indirectly about the situation without incurring the penalties. However, it might be an idea to get rid of your increasing desperation first. It seems that the requirements can be fulfilled if you volunteer your bodies. Not even having to be tied up, unless you want to be, that is.”
“There ought to be some constraint, even if we’re willing. So … Are you two going to do it?”
“No! We have someone you met previously. Would you prefer a dungeon environment or a bedroom one?”
“We have a choice? How very civilised … Erm … Bedroom please?”
“Fine! Come with me and you can have a shower first. If you tell me the apartment number, I’ll have one of our elves go and collect some clean clothes,” Harry smirked: “Unless, that is, you wish to wear that slinky outfit or those disgustingly tight leather jeans afterwards. They do show your attributes off quite nicely, and it’s becoming very obvious how turned-on you’re becoming.”
Both boys blushed and placed their hands strategically as they followed Harry up a couple of flights of stairs into one of the ensuite bedrooms. They were a bit shy in stripping; retiring to the bathroom in their tented undershorts. Once they were under the spray Knob appeared and Harry helped him set out the bedroom for double seduction. Then they went to see how the two young men were progressing.
There were a number of grunts and squeaks coming from the vibrating shower cabinet, followed by two sighs of chagrin.
“It’s no use, I can’t cum; the blockage is still there.”
“Same for me. I s’pose we’d better see what Potty has in mind.”
Harry grinned as Knob opened the shower door to reveal two glistening scarlet cocks, sported by two blushing young men, who immediately covered up.
“I’ve seen them before, why bother covering up? After all that is what I’m offering to help with, isn’t it? Suggested Harry: “I think you’ve met Knob before, too.”
“Oh! So, you were one of those hoodies … Nice one … Hoisting us with our own petard … Very apt!”
“That was intended as punishment; however, this is meant to be help to avoid the excesses.”
Raucous and Credulous exited the shower and proceeded to towel themselves down, wincing slightly when the fabric touched their energised flesh. Once dry they followed Harry and Knob into the bedroom. Two beds stood almost touching, leaving a kobold-sized space in between. Each of the canopy pillars had some cord attached and looped through a hasp on a leather cuff.
“I see you took the idea of constraints to heart. Mmm … Very tasteful.”
Each of them jumped onto a bed and lay akimbo, allowing Harry and Knob to attach the cuffs to their wrists and ankles. Harry watched for a couple of minutes whilst Knob began carefully caressing the recumbent males’ pricks, making them gasp and squirm. He decided that this was energising his libido too much and he might just be tempted to join in, so Harry left them to it; going in search of his lover. He found a naked Draco in their bedroom, wearing nothing but a come-hither look and sprouting a very attractive woody.
“I sensed you becoming worked up. I must say they are quite attractive. I also respect your decision not to interfere with them, I can see it would not help the healing process. So … Come to Draco … He’ll lovingly satisfy your lust.”
Harry needed little prompting, leaving a trail of discarded clothes between the door and the bed.
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Sometime later the quintet met in the lounge. None of them were properly dressed, just enough to satisfy modesty. Draco and Harry had loose-legged shorts on, which, if the others were inclined to look, revealed glimpses of the seers’ crotches. The other three had obviously had another shower because they wore the hand-towels from the bathroom. Draco supposed that that was because the bath-towels were still damp. Those hand towels had a habit of riding up and hinting at the glories below. However, none of the company were in a carnal mood, their lusts having been recently sated.
Draco and Harry explained the possibilities of working on the farm and the new pair said that they were interested. The visit was postponed until some nourishment had been taken. That took the form of large mugs of soup and an assortment of sandwiches. For afters there was a large bowl of fruit, the contents of which Harry had told them were drawn from all over the Trust’s properties.
Credulous was studying the bowl: “Erm … Do you have heated greenhouses, then?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Some of this fruit cannot be grown out-of-doors in this country, especially not where the Annex is situated. When I was a student, I helped in Woodyates greenhouses, they were growing early spring vegetables and the like. Some of these fruit varieties are too delicate for our climate, even under glass.”
“We have properties overseas, Cred. So, we swap foodstuffs regularly. You seem knowledgeable about such things.”
“My grandfather had an estate on the Mediterranean, and I was sent there for reformation when my father learned I was gay, not that it worked. As you know my dad died in the battle, not long afterwards my grandfather died, and a rabidly homophobic uncle took over the estate. He was a Seignior sympathiser and we did not get on. In fact; he wanted me out of the way. Probably so he could claim the estate for himself. There was some political finagling and I was shipped off to England to become a satrap. Not my idea of a career choice, but we were held under duress ending up as one of Hecate Grumman’s experiments. The rest you know.”
“My father is in Azkaban, as you know,” started Raucous: “He was Voldie’s executioner. We kept all kinds of animals on our farm. Every one of them was intended for the table. After my mother died, there was no longer any humane killing of the beasts, he gloried in their pain and blood. I was pleased when I went to Hogwarts, it got me away from the cruelty. For holidays I managed to be invited stay at friends’ houses. Staying the minimum of time with my father. Eventually he realised that I was avoiding his company and took steps. He then became aware of my homosexuality and tried to hex it out of me. Apart from nearly killing me it did not work. As an only child he did not want his heir to die and so arranged for Hecate Grumman to try some of her experiments to remove the gayness; only she cheated and tried to turn us into tarts.”
Credulous giggled girlishly: “She did something more to me. I s’pose I was a natural bottom, so she emphasised it. I quite enjoy dressing up in drag. It’s a bit of fun occasionally, but I can keep it under control. Erm … If there was a vacancy I’d love to work in the greenhouses, I don’t think they were reaching their full potential.”
“There are some foundations surrounding the silo at the cottage where you would live,” observed Harry: “I thought they had been outbuildings at some time, maybe they could be made into a greenhouse. I think the Yates might feel put out if you started criticising their present methods. To begin with, you could experiment in the greenhouse at your cottage and show them what you had in mind.”
“Yes, I can see what you mean. So, when can we see the set up and meet Jase and Hunk?”
“Now, if you like.”
Knob needed to go back to Elm Tree Cottage. The Seers, not wanting to reveal the private portal, posted with them to the Annex where they parted. The seers and the new two walked up the roman road as far as Meadow Cottages. Some time was spent looking at the present refurbishment and then looking at the foundations. Meanwhile Jason and Unctuous had finished work and walked to their new partly-finished home. When they arrived, there was a hugging and kissing reunion.
“We didn’t know if our owls reached you?”
“We hadn’t got around to registering our room with the Ministry. The owls probably went to our relations. They wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with us, would they?”
There were a number of pops and some elf-corps members appeared. “We supposed that you’d want all your things, this time,” said the foreman.
“Thanks yes. Erm … Draco and Harry say we can stay here now.”
“Which rooms?”
“No idea yet. Just leave our stuff over there, we’ll move it, thanks.”
The elves returned the few suitcases to their normal size and stacked them before popping away.
“Harry, Draco; we need to discuss something important.”
“We have time now; if you have.”
“Erm … It’s about Knob. He will be staying with us, won’t he?”
“We really hadn’t thought about his permanent residence,” replied Draco: “I can see that it would be useful for him to stay here. It would keep the geas’ requirements private. However, we have yet to deal with the Bole cousins.”
“Yes, we know,” replied Jason: “The only one worth having here is Caius. The other two bully him terribly. I reckon he’d like to be away from them.”
“You may not know, but we have certain special powers,” explained Draco: “When we were at Elm Tree Cottage recently, we legillimensed them. He was the only one that did not have a cesspool inside his head, but I’m not sure, even then, that we could trust him.”
“Get Knob to bond to him!”
“What!” Harry looked both alarmed and disgusted: “Slavery?”
“Let me explain,” tempered Jason: “Our family used to have a kobold living with them. My grandfather’s brother Aloysius had a mental problem. He would wander both in mind and body; getting himself into all kinds of immoral scrapes. Somehow my great-grandfather obtained a kobold and had Aloysius bonded to him. It worked very well, the brother was kept in check and led a fairly happy life. The kobold was treated well and lived on for some time after Aloysius died. However, the kobold’s health slowly declined. Unbeknown to grandfather, the kobold needed to be bonded in order to stay in good health. I can still remember Cain sobbing uncontrollably at the funeral. For three of four years afterwards, the sad old kobold lingered on with an elf consigned to look after him. We realised that Aloysius and Cain had formed a thaumic bond which was mutually fulfilling. It was something that intrigued me, so I made a special point of reading about it when I was at Hogwarts. To keep a kobold away from his kin for a long time he needs to have a purpose. That purpose is best fulfilled by some type of bondage. Just recently I have been re-reading some of the treatises that I copied. I intended asking if one or all of us would like to volunteer. I don’t feel like condemning Knob to a lingering death like Cain’s. My conscience would not allow me to. If necessary, I’ll do it myself.”
Draco could still feel Harry’s resistance: “Perhaps you would like to share the treatises and bibliography with me. I take it that an immediate response is not needed?”
“Nothing pressing. Yes, I’d like to share my findings with you.”
“Thanks. My father had a kobold, too. Used him to torture me sexually. He was sort of friendly with it, too. I wonder how that worked.”
“I’ve just remembered something more. I was told once; that Aloysius had got himself into bad company. Bonding him to Cain stopped my great-uncle from being influenced by the others.”
“Hmm … That gives us a possible way of helping Caius if he cannot escape the other two’s bad influence. It obviously needs more research.”
H:*I’m not terribly happy with the slave idea, you know.*
D:*Let’s not get involved too much in the ethics, yet. I noted Jase used bonding not enslavement. Maybe there’s a half-way stage. After all we’re bonded both thaumically and spiritually and fuck each other.”
H:*That’s why I didn’t blow up, immediately.*
Whilst Draco and Harry were swapping thoughts Credulous had told his mates about his greenhouse idea.
“Harry where would we get the glass?”
“Blaise would probably know. Some of his elves produce decorative glassware as a hobby,”
“Who’s Blaise?”
“Oh! Sorry! He’s the proprietor of the Apothecary and Chemist shop in the village. We’ll have a chat to him, if you like.”
“Yes please!”
“Fine. Now we’ll leave you to sort your living arrangements out. Goodnight.”
As they left the seers heard Credulous explaining that they were under canvas, because the roofs were being made watertight.
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