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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}]
(minor cock torture)
~~~ NO REFUSAL ~~~
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Harry and Ronald went to the apparating area when they ward alarm alerted them. They approached cautiously with their wands at the ready.
“Harry Potter Sir, Kreacher is so glad to see you. Do you have a vacancy for a house-elf?”
“Hello Kreacher, shake my hand please.”
“Oh no! Kreacher is not fit to shake the hand of the great Harry Potter.”
“Well you’re going to have to do it this once; otherwise my wards won’t recognise you.”
“Oh! Such an Honour!” Kreacher extended a shaking hand, looking resolutely at his feet, with his ears drooping in a very sad expression, but with the other hand he was rubbing the shiny locket round his neck.
“Why do you want to be a house-elf here, Kreacher? Were you so unhappy with Grimmauld Place?”
“Well, Harry Potter, Sir, it’s not me I’m already yours. There’s this Winky I’ve got my eye on. She’s sobered up quite a lot and is more presentable. However, she says we can’t get married until she has a position with someone to look after. The old Black house is more like a set of offices than a home and the other displaced elves can look after that.”
“So it’s Winky who wants a place?”
“Yes Sir, Harry Potter, Master; plus the couple who are staying on at Grimmauld Place.”
“All right I accept you both here as well as those two there, but there are some stipulations. No filthy pillowcases to be worn, by either of you, we’ll find a smart get up for you. To get round your scruples I have some dark blue material and I will leave it lying around. Then you or Winky can pick it up and make it into a smart covering; that should satisfy that silly clothes rule and, I hope, will satisfy Herms too. I have members of the group here, some have muggle parents so I want no silly ‘shan’t and won’t chants’ from you. Got it?”
“Oh yes Harry Potter Sir, yes. Will you introduce me please, Master? Mistress Hermione’s not going to try to give me clothes, is she?”
“She’s modified her views a little, I think.”
By this time, they had reached the sitting area of the living room.
“Hey Guys I’ve got an elf again.”
“Hello Kreacher, shouldn’t you be at Number Twelve?”
“I think he prefers to be with people here, Hermione. I think he wants Winky to join him too. Maybe with a small group to look after she’ll give up the hard stuff.”
“If you need help, Kreacher, let me know.”
Blaise burst out laughing: “Herms, I think Kreacher has carnal designs on Winky.”
Kreacher blushed heartily and quickly changed the subject: “Thank you Mistress … Erm … Masters Ronald and Blaise I have met before, Master?”
Harry took the hint and introduced the others.
“Now I am truly your house-elf again Master. I must tell you something.”
“You’re not on one of your missions leading an elf army to stop me getting killed again are you, Kreacher?”
“No Master. There’s no need for that at the moment. However, there is nasty death eater Graucus who lives nearby and he’s planning to kill all the people at the church dance on Saturday evening. No doubt he’ll play with all the nice young men, and some of his colleagues will rape the women. It’s part of the Seignior’s planned reign of terror.”
More than just Hermione gasped at the news.
“Um … Seignior? Who’s that?”
“Lucius Malfoy’s new title.”
“Oh! So Blondie will be with him.”
“I believe so, Master. Would you like some tea now?”
“Maybe something slightly stronger, Kreacher?” suggested Harry, feeling a slight twitch of the geas.
“Yes Master.” Kreacher clicked his fingers and a tray with eight glasses of firewhisky on it appeared.
“Right then,” Harry rubbed anticipatory hands together: “Let’s get down to planning how to defeat them. Ron you’re the chess man and a good strategist.”
“Harry; I think we should tell the Order about this,” Hermione suggested nervously.
“You know where the floo is Herms, will you contact the Black residence and Hogwarts, please.”
“Kreacher?”
“Yes Master?”
“Can you be sneaky again and see if you can find out how many death eaters to expect. Please try not to get yourself too badly hurt.”
“They call themselves satraps now, Master. I had a feeling you’d accept us, so Winky’s already spying for you. She’s pretending to like one of Woodyates house-elves. He’s trading information for kisses.”
“What we need to do Harry, is get all the people under some sort of shield, then we can defend them,” said Hermione
“Would our wards do that Harry?” Blaise asked.
“Yes Blaise, and more. They’re designed to reflect hexes back on their senders. Herms created the original charms.”
“Okay then; why not get Father John to bless the cottage and invite all the villagers to attend. None of them would dare refuse the resident mage, you know; and the new incomers will want to see what you’ve done to the cottage.”
“John’s coming over later on to collect that picture. Oh I forgot. Ron can you floo your dad and get him to give us a copy.”
Ronald went downstairs just as Hermione returned. “McG says she’ll be here momentarily. I hope you don’t mind but I told her about Toppers Wallow. Like the rest of the Order and DA, she has her galleon with her”
“I think the Order members should be given the coordinates too Herms. Emergency beats personal privacy anytime. I’m glad you told her. I can feel her aura now.
~~~ MALFOY MANOR ~~~
Sonny found Draco’s wand, in Lucius’s study. He deftly substituted another one that resembled it from the Malfoy collection and then helped Draco pack. Shown a secret passage by the elf, it was a way to avoid the Manor’s wards and Draco departed without being detected.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Harry and Blaise arrived at the apparating area to see a full-blown witch waiting to be ushered in. Blaise looked a bit askance at her, wondering what would come next.
“Headmistress, how good of you to come so quickly.” Harry extended his hands and Minerva clasped them.
“Harry, I see you’ve made your house safer than Hogwarts.” McGonagall squeezed Harry’s hands. She also greeted Blaise: “So is all the group here?”
“Um … Yes ... All except Blondie!”
“How-do-you-do Headmistress, some of us have been doing Harry’s cottage up as part of his birthday present from us all. There’s still some more to do, too.”
“Oh! … That kitchen garden looks well ordered? And the house looks to be freshly painted. Do you know anything about Blondie’s whereabouts?”
“Sorry Professor; I’ve been kept in the dark.”
“So he’s the only one of your group that’s missing … Ah well!” Minerva sighed. “By the way, now the fuss is over, you’ve been accepted into the Order, it was a formality really … Oh well!”
“You sound a little weary, Headmistress?”
“All the energy I’ve spent organising the repair teams, no doubt. This August I had to cancel my Scottish holiday in order to get things done in time.”
By this time the trio had reached the Cottage and Minerva followed Harry up the stairs into the living area.
“I see you have made this into a very pleasant domicile. Ah, Ronald and Hermione, as I was telling Harry, you’re all members of the Order now you have re-appeared out of hiding. When we are on Order business or in private, as we are now, you are to call me by my first name, Minerva, and that goes for the rest of your group too.”
“Yes, H … Minerva.” Ronald looked nervous.
“Right! Tell me in detail what is happening and any plans you have made so far.”
Harry, with interjections from his friends, re-told the happenings up to date and Ronald brought her up to date with what they planned.
“Well done; you seem to have things in hand. There is a problem though. The Seignior is planning at least another raid that we know of, so with the small number Aurors and Order members left we’re going to be stretched rather thinly. We hadn’t counted on this fracas too and the few people we have, have their assignments already. So what we need are some extra helpers, any ideas?”
“H … Minerva, do you know about our little defence society of a year or so back?”
“Yes Ronald, it was a good show then, and a great help when that dratted blond boy let the death eaters into Hogwarts. They kept our end up well in the recent battle too.”
“Well maybe we could draft them into helping here. Hermione’s wards are repellent ones, so once the party goers are all assembled there shouldn’t be an awful lot to do. Later on we can go out and pick up the stunned satraps, giving the living ones back to you under restraints. Of course it won’t be quite as simple as that”
“I think we could find an Order member or two to help.”
“Could one be George, please? He can conjure up firework displays, that’ll keep the sheltering muggles unaware of any serious fireworks outside.”
“I like your thinking, Ronald. Yes, I’m sure George would be only too pleased to help, he was grumbling about being in the reserve platoon anyway.”
There were two pops: “Masters and Mistresses dinner is served.” Kreacher stood proudly in a dark blue cloak and Winky was next door to him in an equivalent one.
“Well Harry. I see you have already put your establishment in order. May we go in?”
Harry’s table gleamed with glass and silverware, most of which he did not recognise.
“I got it on approval from Gortnum and Fasons, Master. I hope you approve?” whispered Kreacher, standing close to Harry.”
“How much altogether?”
“A Hundred-and-five galleons, Master.”
“Okay, I’ll stand you for that. I think I’d better go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get some more money. So I can talk to George at the same time, can’t I?”
~~~ MALFOY MANOR ~~~
It was dinnertime at the Manor before Lucius realised that his heir was missing. Sonny and the other elves had slyly suggested Draco was still recovering and had taken his previous meals in the room. The Seignior flew into an unreasoning rage and started beating his wife and blaming her for not keeping her son in order. Leaving her bloody he stormed off into his study and began writing ‘person lost’ notices, offering a substantial reward, but not naming it.
~~~ DIAGON ALLEY ~~~
On his escape from the Manor Draco became quite euphoric for a time. Then he realised that he would have to hide away from his father and his bride-to-be’s family. The only person he knew that was unlikely to betray him was his old arch-enemy from school and the recipient of the geas. Draco knew that Harry owned the old Black residence, also remembering that, like the Manor, it was unplottable. Having visited in his youth he knew it was situated in Grimmauld Place, but would not be visible to him as he was not a participant in the current Fidelius. Therefore, somewhere else in London was the place to go and then hang out in the square hoping to see one of the golden trio.
Quietly he booked a room at the Leakey Cauldron and then went to Gringotts to transfer his money into a new vault – one that his father would have no access to. This took some time and when his old vault was opened he was shocked at the small amount remaining there. The teller told him that Lucius had used up most of his son’s inheritance in supplying the needs of Voldemort.
When he emerged from Gringotts it was past dinnertime so Draco went straight back to his room and then down to the bar to eat a belated meal. Only then did he see a new poster, naming him as a lost person.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
After dinner Ronald and Hermione went to floo the various DA members. When they came back they joined Harry Minerva and the others sitting in the lounge area.
“Harry; I have a special favour to ask you and the group, it’s about school and its teachers.”
“Yes?” Harry saw Minerva looking very diffident.
“As you know we have had a policy of taking on some of the mature students as mentors. There have been a number of casualties among the present ones and some of the professors. You know how difficult it was for Albus to retain DADA Professors. Well that is happening to other posts as well. I’m not even getting any applicants, at least none of anything like the right calibre.” She looked hesitantly at her hands. Taking a deep breath Minerva continued: “I was wondering if you, as a group would help out. Some of you would become Tutors-in-charge and some Mentors.” She looked up and gazed at them hopefully.
“I’m afraid I will not be returning to Hogwarts, H-Minerva,” said Ronald: “You see, I have agreed to help George out in the shop. I’m not cut out for academia really and with Fred gone …” He looked at his hands mournfully and then absented himself: “I’ll be in the study if you want me.”
“I quite understand, Ronald; thank you for telling me. Now, what about the rest of you? Let me explain a little further first. Amicus is in Prison, Horace is injured and no longer wants to teach. As Headmistress my post in Transfiguration is vacant and Professor Binns has disappeared. On top of that Pomona’s arthritis is worse and Rolanda wishes to retire. I have talked it over with the Governors and we wondered if you all would form a team, at least until things settle down and we can hold proper interviews. Every other mage is far too busy seeing to their families, so it seems,” Minerva shrugged: “I suspect they are afraid that the remaining death-eaters … Erm … Satraps may well attack again. A number of senior figures have said they will help you prepare lessons, but are not available full time to teach.”
“You mean we are to become Professors, Minerva?”
“You would be named Tutors-in-charge, Justin. What I had in mind was an amount of solo teaching of the younger students and some shared teaching of the older ones. For instance, DADA Harry would be the mainstay, Hermione for History of Magic, Justin for Transfiguration. Blaise, we would like teaching Magical Theory and flying instruction and I see Neville as an assistant to Pomona. Now, Dean and Seamus, Filius has a building for peace section in mind. You have shown, in the last couple of months, exceptional talent in the practical charms and part of Albus’s will set up a trust for creating this new department. Meanwhile you two would be back-up tutors for the others.”
“Who would be our seniors, Minerva?”
“It would depend on the subject, Blaise. Augusta Longbottom would tutor the whole group in teaching skills up to NEWT level, and help with Potions. That’s why I was hoping Blondie had been in touch. I shall, of course back you up in Transfiguration and Magical Theory. Filius will help out with the new department and Kingsley with DADA. Now, for what was Muggle Studies we have recruited a very erudite goblin called Hamish Holderness but it will now be called Cultural Appreciation he is also available to help with History of Magic, Hermione. Please try and make the lessons more interesting. Hamish will be a full Professor, of course. Neville you have enough skills in Herbology to be able to take the younger classes and Pomona would be your senior. That is, if you all accept.”
Harry opened his mouth in shock and gaped at the headmistress. The others looked fairly stunned too.
Minerva looked at them hopefully.
A stunned Hermione cleared her throat: “What about our NEWT’s?”
“You already have enough knowledge in your dedicated subjects and at least one other auxiliary is already up to pass standards. As Tutor-in-Charge you would be expected to continue your studies in the other subjects, but we felt that another extra year would help before you took the examinations. The Governors are prepared to give you two Emeritus NEWT’s in the two subjects immediately, thus giving you the necessary qualifications to become a Tutor-in-Charge. You’d be paid; of course, we thought about eight-hundred galleons a term, plus board/lodging of course.”
Harry was still taking all this in whilst a diffidently hopeful Minerva watched him and the others.
Harry scowled as worked things out: “Um … I imagine, that with the clearing up after the war, you’ll need everyone you can lay your hands on; and they’ll have to be skilled up to be able to fight Dark Magic.” Harry paused, collecting his thoughts. He looked at Minerva and started ticking off points on his fingers: “One: I should think that the students in each year will need at least one double DADA period a week and maybe extra single periods for the top two or three years. Two: I’ll need an extra period for prep and advice for each class level. That would leave me twelve periods for formal study ... Um … Three: one evening a week ought to be available for a revived duelling club if that were possible. Four: I’m going to be hard pressed to reach my other NEWT’s in two years. And five: to keep sane I need some recreation and time off. I think the other NEWT’s studies should be spread over three years. That goes for all of us, I should think.” He gave Hermione a hard look.
“I’ve learned that lesson, Harry, no time turners for me anymore.” She looked at some parchment on which she had been scribbling: “Your assessment is fairly accurate, Harry.”
Justin had been whispering together with Blaise: “Yes, we agree. Both of us would be happy to join on those revised terms. We think that a wizards’ chess club and a goblin mah-jongg group should be started too, that is if the new professor can be persuaded to take it. Both clubs are good for would-be strategists.”
Neville merely nodded.
“We thought you might push for an extra year, and that would be quite acceptable to the Governors, as would be the duelling, chess and mah-jongg clubs. Hamish has already said he would like that if there are any takers. It will give the students a practical demonstration of the arts that they are learning and how they can be exercised. It will encourage the younger ones to excel and give the older ones’ hands on experience. I’ll have the contracts owled to you during the next week. That is if we all survive the weekend. Thank you all, I personally am most grateful, and I know our students will now have at least three years of continuous joined up teaching. Welcome to Hogwarts teaching staff, my new tutors.”
They shook hands.
“Now all I have to do is find a potions professor. As I said, Horace was injured in the battle and won’t be returning.”
“Blondie was good at that, wasn’t he? I’m almost that his heart is with his father, the Seignior, anymore – I had a Voldie type dream about him fleeing the manor recently – maybe him as Tutor-in-Charge, but then, who would you get to advise him?”
“It is a good idea, Harry and I would act upon it. Yes, he changed sides in the battle, but he and the Malfoys disapparated away quickly afterwards. However, we don’t know his whereabouts or even whether he intends to return to Hogwarts. Ah well.”
Just then Harry sensed John approaching his door. “Our friendly vicar is just arriving, would you keep him talking whilst I retrieve the picture from Ron, please?”
“Yes, of course I will.”
Harry went to the door. John was almost there.
“Hello Dear Boy, I’ve just come for that photo. Peace be on your house.”
“I welcome you in peace. Please come in, we need to have a serious discussion … This is Minerva McGonagall my headmistress … This is Father John Green my vicar.”
Harry saw recognition on their faces as the two shook hands and John sat down, Harry shot off downstairs to see how Ronald was doing.
“Have you got the picture from your dad, Ron?”
“Yes; here it is.”
“Thanks.”
“Michael and Terry are apparating over in half an hour; I said you’d put them up until after the weekend. Is that all right, Harry?”
“Yes thanks Ron. That’s something else we’ve got to do, find accommodation for the DA to stay. I’d better get upstairs, our vicar’s arrived and he’s talking to McG.”
Harry arrived back in the lounge area to find John and Minerva chatting amicably.
“Harry. Minerva was our local mage when I was growing up in Scotland. I must say she hasn’t changed a bit.”
“Yes well; we mages don’t age as quickly as you muggles do.” Minerva patted her hair bun primly.
“Thanks for the picture, Harry … Ugh … That’ll make them think … poor young man, I shall pray for his soul. Well? What’s this serious discussion?”
“The parish dance is in great danger this weekend.”
“I take it this is more serious than the motorcycle yobs who hurl abuse sometimes.”
“Yes, much more dangerous. We are almost sure that Araxes and his mob intend to wreak mayhem of the deadliest kind on Saturday night; it is part of a national campaign of terror. What we need to do is get all the inhabitants under a safety umbrella and I think we have a solution … Please Father John, will you bless this humble mage’s cottage on Saturday evening.”
“I see where you’re going and take it that you are defensible … Mage Harry, I would be most pleased to perform a blessing ceremony on your cottage that day. I’ll spread the word to all that should know; what a pity Woodyates Farm is incommunicado at the present. I think I can guarantee ninety-nine percent attendance; especially if you can accommodate about five hundred people?”
“It’ll be quite a push, but yes, if we use the lawn and the bottom area.”
“The parish has a marquee almost as big as your lawn; would you like to borrow that?”
“Yes please. We’ve had the idea of a fireworks display to disguise any fighting that might take place outside that would be in the lower area, of course. Some more of my special friends will be coming over to help us. The most vulnerable time will be as people are gathering.”
“So they’ll be riding shotgun, so to speak.”
“You have the right idea.”
“I’ll get Samantha and the ladies organised doing refreshments here instead of at the church hall. Old Mr Foley will be round to pitch the marquee tomorrow evening; he was going to do that on the football pitch next door to the church hall anyway. So expect a bevy of ladies on Saturday morning putting tablecloths on everything and flowers everywhere. Oh yes, I can lend you some collapsible tables and chairs if you like, though I’m not sure who will bring them.”
“I think we might cover the transport arrangements, probably very late at night.”
“Understood! They’re stacked neatly inside the village hall. I think I’d better be going now; Goodnight Minerva, nice to meet you again. Peace be on your house, Harry.”
“May you travel in peace, John.”
“I think I had better be going too, Harry. Floo me at Hogwarts on Friday morning to let me know how things are going.”
Harry walked with Minerva to the apparating area, finding Michael and Terry waiting to be handed in. Quick greetings over, Minerva disapparated.
~~~ THE MAGES’ INN ~~~
He was eating when he saw the ‘Wanted’ advert. As Draco read the poster he surreptitiously drew his hood over his fair locks. Instead of ordering a post-prandial coffee and trying not to look too suspicious he sauntered towards the stairs; not noticing the half-concealed and interested looks of two well-built males in their mid-twenties.
“Yer still got the special restrainers with yer, Dirk?”
“O’course, Darty; I always ’ave ’em. Do we go in now?”
“Give ’im a couple a minutes. Be cool – ’em two over there look interested too.”
Dirk was too seasoned a campaigner to jerk his head round and look, instead he held up his tankard as if inspecting the colour of the beer. Using one of its dimples and a minute silvering charm he used the resultant mirror to inspect the possible rivals: “No, I know ’em two, they’re looking for young cock. If he’d glad-eyed ’em they’d ’ave followed ’im like a shot. They got their eye on that young auburn haired ’un over there.”
“’e’s not a bad prospect, either. But that fair-haired ’un catches my delight. Can’t wait to feel ’is valuables.”
“Don’t go overboard; I reckon he’s worth more intact.”
“Yer know me; I only cuts things off after I get bored. ’E’ll last t’least three weeks.”
“Aye, I do know yer … Well! C’mon time to go.”
~~~ DRACO’S ROOM AT THE INN ~~~
Draco had strengthened his privacy wards and was in his boxers after showering. He was thinking through any other friends that might help him and remembering Blaise.
Knock, knock: “Hey Draco, It’s me, Blaise. I hear you’re in a bit of trouble, let me in?”
Draco heaved a sigh of relief. Without thinking about such a coincidence, he opened the door: “Hi, Blaise … Merlin! … You’re not Blaise.”
“’S ’e yer boyfriend then? Yer bin exercisin’ yer mind links, then?” said Dirk pushing Draco back inside with Darty quietly closing the door and making a Muffliato.
Draco turned and dived for his wand
“Incarcerous!” Darty beat Draco to the draw: “Accio Malfoy’s wand.”
Once Darty had Draco’s wand he removed the binding spell, but kept his wand trained on the captive.
Draco privately kicked himself about not keeping his Occlumency barrier up: “Bloody hell! My father acted quickly, I s’pose you’ll watch over me until Prune-face Avery marries me.”
Dirk and Darty exchanged significant looks, realising that they might be in a buyer’s market.
“’e knows we’re the most efficient team; ’though ’e wants us to keep yer for a few days first.” Darty felt that some misdirection might help their cause. “Get yer kecks off.”
“What?”
“What my mate means is for you to remove your trousers and undergarments.”
“Not bloody likely.”
“’ave it yer own way then: ‘Exuero te’!”
All Draco’s clothes flew towards Darty who made them neatly pile on a chair.
Draco’s hands went to cover his exposed genitals.
“Right; young ’un. Yer can be co-operative or we can force yer, we don’t really mind which. Forcing yer will entail much more pain on yer behalf. Indicate yer willingness to co-operate by showing us yer member.”
Draco debated, looking at the two hard-bodied males facing him; they were better muscled than Prune-face. Grimacing, he held his hands wide and allowed the two thugs to ogle his slack cock.
“Mmm … Nice! C’mere young ’un.”
Hesitantly Draco shuffled forward. When he was in range Darty’s hand flicked forward, grabbing his cock. As with Prunella before, Draco’s appendage appreciated the gesture and responded gallantly. Gripping his intumescence, Darty made Draco lie down on the bed and started wanking him. Dirk played with his nipples. Contrary to Prune-face’s tortures, these two appeared to want to give the blond a good experience.
But it did not work out quite like that.
Each time Draco’s gonads moved into firing position, his captors stopped their titillation. Draco grew more and more desperate for fruition. Eventually he pleaded with them to bring him off, closing his eyes and arching his back to prove the point.
Something clicked and Draco felt his genitals become encased. At the same time’ he started to spurt, the first two ejaculations were glorious, the next one seemed to fizz and the ones after that gave a burning sensation. Of course Draco cried out, with tears in his eyes and his protuberance slackened immediately, trying to hide in the fair curls. He recognised the experience from his Voldemort days.
“That’s our special restrainers. That burning feeling can be brought on at any time. Yer don’t ’ave to be ’ard.”
Draco yelped as Dirk demonstrated.
“We can do it at any time, see?”
“Y-y-yes-s-s S-sir!”
“There’s a good little slave boy. Which one of us are you sucking off first?”
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