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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}]
(Genital torture)
~~~ ICE CREAM ~~~
~~~ THURSDAY 06^TH AUGUST ~~~
When Harry woke that morning, he was being watched by Seamus and Dean. He knew he had morning wood and that it would not go away until he had peed.
“Um … Come to watch the floor show, have you?”
They giggled and then Dean looked serious: “Michael and Terry camped out with us in the barn last night and we’ve worked out a little scheme to house twenty of the DA in the barn. Five bunk rooms plus us two. Each bunk room will have a small loo with a washbasin and a small shower cubicle. If the four of us start now we can have it ready by tonight. What we need are the twenty single mattresses. The other stuff is in Mr Cartwright’s yard and he’s happy to give us it cheaply. We are still well within the original budget, too.”
“So when you go to Gringotts,” Seamus plastered a hopeful smile on his face: “Will you draw out a hundred galleons worth of muggle money, please? It won’t be that much but we need pipes and things which Mr Foley has.”
“Who’s Mr Foley?”
“The local ironmonger, he’s got a fascinating shop, all nooks and crannies, each one filled with useful artefacts. We’ve become friends with him whilst doing up your house. Most of the locals call him Grandpops.”
“Um … So I have to buy twenty-four mattresses in Diagon Alley, right?”
“Yes. We’ve had a floo chat with George; he knows where there are some in a sale at two galleons each. Kreacher and Winky can arrange for them to be miniaturised and transported.”
“You’ve got it all sorted out already, haven’t you?”
“Well … Can we?”
“Yes … I can afford it.”
“Great! Thanks, Harry” Both friends kissed him and ran out of the room.
Harry groaned, got out of bed and staggered into his bathroom to relieve his water-induced hard-on at the loo.
~~~ THE MAGES’ INN ~~~
Draco awoke, sandwiched between Darty and Dirk. They were naked and he still had a hard-on. There was no burning as Dirk ensured Draco’s fruition. All three of them shared a shower.
Tom brought up breakfast to their room, seeming quite unfazed by the situation; spoiling Draco’s hopes of a rescue.
“I see you have another client, friends. Is it to be publicised?” Tom ogled Draco’s alert attributes, remembering when they were smaller, but just as intriguing.
“Later today would be fine Tom. We don’t want to disturb yer ’otel.”
“Thanks for the kind thought, my usual percentage all right?”
“Done – once we receive it. We’ll parade him round th’Alley today, I think.”
After his sexual engagements overnight Draco was ravenous, even if he felt he should be annoyed and fasting. So he and his captors ate well.
“Right young ’un. Let’s get yer into yer duds and we’ll show the world who ’as you.”
They brooked no argument even threatening to parade him round naked. So he gave in and, once he was dressed, they sauntered off, ambling around Diagon Alley.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Kreacher and Winky had a number of tureens on the sideboard, all giving off delightful aromas. Hermione was already at table, reading a book as usual.
“Good morning Herms, what are you reading?” Harry gave her cheek a peck.
“I’m mugging up on extra protection charms that you, Harry, can apply to the wards on Saturday.”
Dean was next, all bright and chirpy. Then came Seamus looking slightly uneasy, Blaise, Neville and the others came in a bunch and last was Ronald still looking sleepy. Happy chatter soon got underway, punctuated by the clatter of tureen lids as people explored the goodies beneath.
“Did you say there was a ceilidh planned for Saturday, Harry?”
“Well there’s an organised dance, if that’s what you mean. John says we have callers. Why do you ask, Seamus?”
“Well; an uncle of mine has this swimming pool, and covers it over with a floor for a ceilidh. If there was enough wood, maybe we could do something similar.”
“Let’s get the accommodation sorted first, then; why not? If you want that money we’d better be off.”
Justin grabbed his cloak and followed Harry to the apparating area, explaining that his father had not let him visit Diagon Alley. Previously they had ordered his scholastic supplies by mail-order. Justin was still wobbly on apparition so he held on to Harry tightly as they whizzed off towards Diagon Alley.
~~~ DIAGON ALLEY ~~~
The Alley had regained some of its past business. Gringotts was their first port of call. The teller inspected the keys and then called for a cart. Who should be their Driver but Griphook.
“Hello Griphook, still in the same job?”
“Aye, and lucky to have one, thanks to your intervention.” He grinned at Justin: “He got me into trouble and they sacked me. Then, when he beat Voldie he insisted that they reinstated me. Just before I was sent to the punishment mines. C’mon, let me give you a guided tour of the vaults.”
“I think you have a very peculiar sense of humour. Are we going on dragon-back?” Harry’s grin was equally mischievous.
“You wish. Did you three enjoy the ride?”
“I still have nightmares about it, I don’t know about the others.”
Whilst they waited for a cart to ride into the depths of London’s subterranean bowels, Justin listened in mounting horror, because Griphook and Harry were telling him a highly embroidered tale about the breaching of the Black vault.
“A bank with fairground rides, much better than the fuddy-duddy ones my father banks with, but definitely scary.” Justin remarked, trying to ease his nerves, as he clung with white knuckles onto the hurtling cart.
Once inside the Potter vault, Harry inspected his piles of golden coins, overviewed by an impressed Justin.
“The pile seems to have grown since I was last here, Griphook.”
“Yes Harry, your interest is exceeding your withdrawals at the moment, and I understand we will soon be making further additions from the Hogwarts vaults. As the slogan says: ‘It pays to bank at Gringotts.” Totally out of character Griphook cut a little caper as he half sang the jingle, looking very pained. “Okay Harry, you’ve got your own back. It’s some muggle idea from those silver screens of theirs.”
The sight had been so bizarre that Justin and Harry kept pulling Griphook’s leg as they were whisked back from the depths. On arrival in the main banking hall Harry took some galleons to another counter in order to obtain the muggle money and a bankers draft to give to the local post office.
The next place to visit was Mortnum and Fasons, where Harry paid the bill and arranged a deposit to cover other items that Kreacher had said he needed. As they passed Flourish and Blotts there was another book signing in progress. Harry steered Justin quickly away telling him briefly of his encounter with Lockhart, the embarrassing photograph and the gift of useless books. Giggling, they both entered Madam Malkin’s.
“Hello Mage Potter, nice to see you so happy. Come to order another school gown, have you?”
“Yes please Madam Malkin, both of us require tutor-in-charge robes
“Congratulations! The Headmistress said she thought you would be here soon. I thought she said there were more than just two.”
“I imagine they’ll be along later.”
As the pair stood on the stools whilst the seamstress went to work measuring them, they chatted about what Justin had already seen. Afterwards, feeling rather tired, the duo went in search of refreshment. To Harry’s surprise Fortescues Ice Cream Parlour had reopened. He sat at a table and the proprietor came to take his order.
“Hello? You’re not the Mr Fortescue we used to know, but you look a bit like him.”
“No, I’m not. My cousin Florian was killed by the death eaters and it took time to sort out his affairs. Eventually the notaries informed me that I was his heir. It was injudicious to open whilst all the turmoil was taking place, as you can understand.”
Harry nodded his appreciation.
“I’m Fiorello; I suspect you must be Harry Potter.”
As they shook hands Harry remarked: “Nice to see your shop back in business. This is Justin Finch-Fletchley who was in the same year with me.”
They shook hands.
“Thanks to some friends of yours, I was offered a share in a secure flat; Mr Ollivander and I stay with George in our new warded joint apartment. Safety in numbers, and all that, you know. They also managed a refurbishment loan from someone they knew. It’s in the form of some shares in the business.”
Harry chuckled: “I think you’ll find it was me. Percy said it was a good prospect.”
“Oh! Thanks. It got us back in business. For my sleeping partner; two of our specials coming up and not part of your divvy either.”
Tall glasses full of multi-coloured ice cream, lots of chewy fruit and a small spoon, had the boy’s full attention for half an hour. During that time a familiar figure hove into sight.
“Oh dear,” whispered Harry: “Blondie’s coming our way.”
“I’ll have a restraining hex ready if you two need one,” Justin eyed Malfoy up and then concentrated on the obvious bulge where the blond’s engorged jewels were still apparent beneath the cloth: “It looks as though Blondie might.”
“Well if it isn’t Specky and Juicy consorting together. Not content with one Mudblood for a friend he has to find another.” Draco’s usual venom seemed to have lost its edge slightly.
Harry watched carefully as Draco eyed his consort, and then grimaced.
“Blondie! I see you’ve got new minders; I’m surprised they let you out of the madhouse even under surveillance.”
Draco managed a most uncharacteristic wink and a grim smile, indicating two hard-faced looking young men; making an almost hidden charade of having his hands tied together.
Harry had an idea. “Blondie, may I treat you to an ice cream. I might even find some for your henchmen, as long as they sit at another table.”
Draco smiled wanly. “Specky, I think I’ll take you up on your offer. I’m sure I’ll be quite safe sitting here where my attendants can see me.”
The offer of free food to the two watchers was one they would not miss out on. Besides which it suited their publicity purposes. So they sat at a table immediately behind Draco, watching him intently.
“How are you enjoying your holiday, Specky? Are you still with your Uncle and Aunt?”
“No. Now I’m of age in both worlds I’ve moved into my own place. Juicy and the rest of the group are helping me to settle in there. He’s very adroit in many unusual areas of endeavour.”
“Juicy, I’m so glad you are able to entertain Specky; much more his level really. I’m quite sure he pines for my rarefied tones during the holidays. Have you been to any of our parties lately?”
“We have one planned for this weekend, would you like to come.”
“I would have loved to, but I am under other constraints at the moment. A senior acquaintance of ours has some planned at the same time. I would give the fingers of my Agincourt hand to attend yours, but alas I am unable.” Draco fiddled with his cloak’s clasp briefly, showing the victory sign.
“What a pity, you’ll miss the fireworks at ours. We have everything prepared already. We will be well covered in case of inclement weather.”
“At the moment I’m eschewing all forms of excitement, it’s bad for my health, you know. My father keeps his eye on me so that I don’t overexert myself; I find his ministrations can be quite painful sometimes. Maybe I’ll gain some release if I’m allowed to attend my classes again. As it is, I had to plead a special licence to come here today. Still, my minions are very good at carrying purchases, if nothing else.”
“Really? How is your potions knowledge coming along?”
“As you know, my main teacher has become morbidly unavailable, but I am reading his apothecaries regularly, it is surprising what you can learn from books, Specky. I intend to buy a few today whilst I am out on parole”
“Well now! I know for myself that a new DADA tutor has been appointed and that there may be an equivalent potions position going for someone not unlike yourself. My group are taking up similar tutor positions. The Headmistress came to see us yesterday and was chatting about it. You might be quite surprised yourself when you re-enter your career at college.”
Draco’s eyes lit up as he thought he understood Harry: “I have a dire problem though; Pater expects that I will celebrate my nuptials soon; that may mean the end of my scholastic endeavours.”
“I hope that she is acceptable, or have they paired you off with someone like Prune-face?”
Draco looked stricken and stared at his feet. Harry thought he understood that. Either, Draco was truly into boys, not geas promoted; or that the proposed marriage was to a hag of the worst kind. Draco looked so pained that Harry quickly changed the subject.
They chatted for a further quarter of an hour until the ugly brutes became restive.
“Well Specky, I wish I could say it was nice meeting you and Juicy, but I can’t. However, a gentleman should always thank a host for his hospitality, so I shall not be remiss in that.” Draco rose and gave Harry a slight bow, nodded to Justin and turned to his jailers. “Right you oafs, where are we to go next?” Draco gave Harry a tight grim smile and wandered off through the crowds, closely supervised by his brawny keepers.
When Fiorello brought them a coffee, Justin looked at Harry quizzically. “That was an odd conversation Harry. It was as though you were saying other things, and hiding them among all the words.”
“We were. Blondie’s under some form of arrest, his father is watching him most of the time. Blondie has definitely decided not to support the Seignior, that’s probably why his father is torturing him. As you know, our old potions professor is dead and Blondie has all his old books. There are two raids planned for this weekend and Blondie knows we will be there to defend the victims at one of them. He also knows that I’m the new DADA tutor and that the potions tutor’s job could be his. He hopes to become free of his shadows at college. He knows that the group have had similar offers.”
“Hmmm … he had his hand stroking my thigh. I’m glad we had this coffee afterwards, it gave my bulge time to subside.”
“So you held the restraining hex on him, did you?”
“No, I had my hand doing an equivalent form of exploring. There seemed to be something like one of those rings he told us about around his balls.”
“You got that far, did you? Um … I get the feeling that his Father is trying to marry him off. Arranged marriages are still quite the thing in pure-blood circles. His family name is worse that mud so he’ll be given to a no-hoper in the marriage stakes – continuance of the family is very high on their agendas. As I said we had a fling when we were younger and you’re aware of the geas. However, I expect he’s developed a lot since.”
“I know so, from what I felt! So what’s next on the agenda?”
“Going to see George at 3W’s. Have you visited his shop?”
“No. All the stuff I needed Father got via the internet. I never really got included in the twin's pranks. What’s it like?”
“Great. Watch him, he has a wicked sense of humour and is prone to practical jokes. At one time Ron’s life was hell, as George and his dead twin tried all their new inventions out on him. Oh; and don’t eat any sweets he’s selling; they are not what they appear to be. Warning over, he’s great to be with and will have all kinds of useful ideas.”
“Right! Smile but don’t touch, it is … Ooh, I say … It’s a joke shop.”
“Hello George, how’re you feeling?”
“I’m getting used to being without him, thanks, Harry. Nice to see ya. Percy’s helping out and Ron’ll be coming soon. Hi Justin. Good to see you, too.”
“Hello George.”
Justin held his hand out and as soon as George shook hands he squeaked in surprise.
“It’s my new line in slimy toad handshakes, do you like it?”
“Err … I see what you mean, Harry.”
“O friend of my brother, don’t tell me you warned this victim, sorry, customer, before you entered the shop. How terribly unsporting of you.” George clapped Harry round the shoulder.
Harry felt something tickling his ear, and jumped. There was a large, hairy, hungry looking spider on his shoulder. Not being Ron, Harry picked the insect up by a leg. “Did you forget something George?” and handed the gruesome object back to its owner. He thought of the arachnid adventure: “I must say it looks quite realistic. I have a commission for you, but we’ll discuss that in a minute. Has Minerva been in touch?”
“Yes. We understand I’m to be at your party on Saturday. Can I bring Percy as well?”
“Yes; if you like. Nice to have him back in the family again.”
“Yes he’s helping out with the paperwork. You know I never liked that. There seems to be a need to supply two different kinds of fireworks to entertain two types of celebrant.”
Percy appeared from the back room and was told of the forthcoming event.
“Thanks for the invite, I’d love to come. We thought we were in the boring reserve team.”
“My thanks too,” said Harry: “For investing that money of mine in the ice cream parlour.”
“I told you it was a good investment.”
“I was obviously too involved in keeping the peace to really understand.”
“Yes, that meeting was rather boisterous.”
“Lots of verbal fireworks and I was worried that they might start hexing each other.”
“We’ll have pretty fireworks for the majority and lethal ones for the others.”
“Our assistants can look after the shop on Friday; and Saturday looks as though this place will be empty.”
“Hello Justin, nice to see you again. Are you Harry’s bodyguard?”
“Why, does he need one?”
“Well he’s jingling like a horse drawn sleigh.”
“Um … I didn’t think it showed”
“Minerva’s appointed me DADA Tutor-in Charge at Hogwarts and Justin’s got McG’s classes to take. In fact, all our group’s had offers, except Ron. He says he’s coming to help out here.”
“That’s right, he’ll be in charge of the shop whilst George does the inventing. I’m looking after the books and tills. Three ‘W’s now really means a trio of Weasleys,” Percy informed them.
“Well done Harry, you deserve that tutors job; and you Justin. Give my congrats to the others, too. You taught us well in the DA, Harry. Otherwise we’d not be in the Order now. Good news over, give me the low down.”
“I want a model that will react to Imperio, but only if it’s cast properly.”
“That’s an unforgivable.”
“I know, but on a model there’s nothing to be forgive, is there? Secondly! Inside Hogwarts is not subject to Ministry supervision is it? Third and most important, if we can Imperio a satrap to desist, it’s better than killing or burning them isn’t it? In the heat of a battle no one will know who cast what, anyway. Lastly, Imperio doesn’t imperil your soul in the way Avada Kedavra does and that’s quite important to soldiers of the light.”
“All valid points, Professor, but you’d better clear it with Minerva and the Ministry, first.”
“Yes Percy, I fully intend to, and it’ll be just for the seventh years to practice, too.”
“Consider the fifth and sixth years, as well. Think how young you were when you took on Voldemort, first time; most of the fighters this summer were sixth years at that time.”
“Okay George, I’ll think about it. See you both on Friday. Oh and please send the mattresses, here’s the money for them, Percy.”
“Thanks!”
Harry realised that, because his Father had mail-ordered everything, Justin had not visited the alley before. So Harry took him on a tour of the other shops. After visiting Honeydukes to get sweets for themselves and various others in the group they apparated home.
“Thanks Harry. I thought it’d be like Hogsmeade. It was quite an experience. If I need anything for this term I’m going back there. Father can just give me the money.”
~~~ INCARCERATION ~~~
Draco also managed to indulge his sweet tooth at the Honeydukes branch. He had worked on Harry’s complicated code message and was feeling rather chuffed. An hour or so later he was taken into Knockturn Alley and whisked away by side-along to a new destination. Had they stayed half an hour longer they would have encountered a posse of satraps who had been sent by his father to collect him.
Draco and his captors arrived inside what Draco thought was a darkened room; almost as soon as they landed the torches re-lit themselves magically.
“Right young ’un, get yer kecks off.”
Draco understood and started stripping.
“Climb on that table and spread yer legs.”
Having been given the twinges twice during his parading round Diagon Alley, Draco did as he was told. As his captors secured his limbs and waist Draco relived the episode with Prune-face and lost all of his impending penile rigidity. He also lost the good feeling he had after meeting Harry. And now, although there were no plants around, his bodily auto-suggestion seemed to fill his genitals with thistle-thorns. He moaned when Dirk grabbed his cock.
“I see yer friends with the Boy-who-lived-twice.” Dirk massaged the captive’s column.
“Not really, we were school rivals. We supported different sides, you know.”
Dirk made sure the Malfoy meat was fully extended and then applied the twinges. Draco huffed in pain and lost his erection. Dirk started caressing again.
“Yer didn’t talk like rivals at the table did yer; apart from a couple of silliness’s at th’ beginning?”
Draco was basking in the second sexy sensation when the twinges struck home. This time he yelled. Dirk’s fingers flicked and pulled; Draco’s disobedient tool stiffened to a proud prong yet again.
“I like this game and we ’ave some interesting other ones too. Now tell me what all that gobbledegook was about.”
“Aiee-ee-ee-ee.” Draco’s twanged staff flopped and he imagined smoke coming out of his glans-lips.
This time Darty took over, pointing his wand at Draco’s flabbiness: “Erecto Penis!”
Draco shuddered as his stake stiffened and then flopped as he writhed in agony from the re-applied twinges.
Darty re-energised that piece of flesh magically and then applied the twinges again; with Draco sobbing and struggling all the time.
Six times it happened then Draco caved in: “I-I-I-I t-t-told h-him that I had been captured and wanted rescuing.”
“Good! That’s just what we wanted you to tell him.” This time Darty brought Draco to the brink of ejaculation before the twinges took place.
“Well? What else?”
“P-p-p-please, n-n-no m-m-ore.”
“Only if we’re satisfied that yer ’ave told us th’ complete truth.”
After six more applications and a bleeding cock were the two captors satisfied. Not that Draco had revealed everything. They applied an Episkey before departing. Extinguishing the lights, they left the still sobbing captive tied akimbo on the hard wooden table.
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