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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]
(A slight reference to unconscious sex)
~~~LABORATORY~~~
Saturday morning had Vitaly’s intumescence normal and, after a boiled fish breakfast at Teinamoray, they used the newly labelled triple-portkey to gain Hogwarts and the portals. On the way they called in at Number Twelve, Harry was going to deliver some ingredients to Draco’s lab. The quartet was met by a worried Kreacher.
“Harry, could you do something with Draco, Please.”
Harry put on a naughty smile: “Any particular perversion in mind, my Reeve?”
“You have ample choice, my Lord.” Kreacher replied in kind and then turned serious: “But no, the request is for the good of his lab-elves. He’s had all four of them hard at it for over sixteen hours. They’re beginning to fall asleep on the job, so is he, for that matter. One of them is going to make a big mistake soon, if we’re not careful.”
“Fine … Got the idea, Kreacher. He’s done it before when he has a pet project. He forgets the time and ploughs on, oblivious of those around him. I well remember the time he nearly forgot to see Scorpius off on his first train to Hogwarts. I’ll deal with it.”
“Thanks Harry, I’ll have a meal ready for when they come out.”
Harry looked at the apprentices: “Would you help me in an experiment, please?”
They were all eager; so they joined Harry downstairs peering through the internal window into the Potions Lab.
“Taros and Leonid, I’ve seen you helping Auntie prepare potions. Could you take over from those two elves there?” Harry pointed.
“The two chopping and crushing? Yes!”
“I’m quite handy with a pestle and mortar,” offered Vitaly: “My mum has me grinding up spices for her cooking. Shall I relieve that one over there?”
“Yes please. I’ll take over from the one on cauldron duty. Keep an eye on me and I’ll signal when I think it’s safe to stop, okay? Oh … And keep a low profile so he doesn’t notice too much height difference.”
They giggled at the deception and, using a door away from Draco’s sightline, quietly entered his laboratory. The elves were a little worried about being replaced, but when they heard Harry whispering to them, they smiled gratefully and crept away through the same door.
Head in an apothecary, Draco wandered over to Taros and looked at what he had been chopping: “Beautifully fine, thank you, now I want two-pennyweight of Metacarpus Cosmolnipus chopping as least as fine.” Without really looking at the apprentice Draco scooped up the chippings and wafted on to see how the powder in the pestle and mortar was going on: “There are still a few lumps, but it’s coming fine.”
Without looking at the third preparer Draco scooped up the crushed items from the palette in front of Leonid: “I think there’s a Bloomberg’s wasp nest in the store. Just check it out, please. I might need it later. If not we may have to source one … Hmm … I wonder if Blaise has one.” Draco wandered back to his desk under the windows.
By this time Harry had taken over from the cauldronier, and had just finished one batch. Without properly looking Draco thrust another cauldron at him: “Fizzing, not bubbling, three turnwise then seven widdershins repeated nine times, let me know if it turns purple with greenish streaks before then.” Without waiting for a reply Draco returned to his desk to mix the collected chopping and Leonid’s crushed beetle carapaces together, muttering an incantation over them at the same time.
Harry managed to peep over his mate’s shoulder whilst stirring; he noticed that Draco was just starting to make notes about the next potion; so he reckoned that the end of this cauldron full of stew would be the time to call a halt.
“It’s turning purple with green streaks, Draco.”
“Well done, stop stirring,” Draco came over to receive the cauldron.
Harry held on to the handle, drawing Draco near to him. A very surprised Draco received a luscious kiss on the lips.
After he had recovered he asked: “Harry, what are you doing here? Where’re Shrek and my other lab-elves? I hope you haven’t spoiled the potion.”
“Relieving the elves, eating or asleep, and no it still has purple and green streaks. Judging by your notes it has to prove overnight. However in your case it will be during the afternoon.”
Draco looked at his watch: “But it’s only half-past midnight.”
“No Draco, it’s half-past midday on Saturday.”
“Oh?” Draco looked puzzled, “It can’t be eighteen hours since I had lunch.”
“Well it is, Lover. You are coming to bed.”
“There’s just this …”
“Mobiliarbus! – You heard me Draco – Bed!”
“But Harry …”
“That wheedling tone will get you nowhere.” Harry grabbed one of the floating Draco’s feet and started to tow him towards the door.
“Harry, please, the cauldron needs decanting …”
“… I can do that,” offered Vitaly, I do it with the wine at home …”
“… Into the jar on the table, and the dregs into the compost bin …” trailed from behind the door as Draco drifted away.
Whilst Vitaly carefully decanted the potion the other two apprentices gathered up any dirty utensils and washed them, setting out the clean apparatus on one of the spare benches. They then went upstairs looking for Harry.
They were met by Winky: “Harry says to take you into the morning-room for some lunch. He’ll try and join you after he’s settled Draco.”
After a few threats and some kissing the blond swooned off to sleep, Harry made a hurried lunch and then accompanied the apprentices to the Solar, preparatory to porting back to the Okruh. He was about to open the door when Probert appeared.
“Uncle Harry, you will be at the Ward Group meeting on Thursday won’t you.”
“Yes if you want me there … Anything special on the agenda?”
“An amalgamation with the travel group and a proposal about TRP’s.”
“What are TRP’s?”
“Triple reciprocating portkeys, the idea from the Okruh but both enhanced and limited at the same time; based on that experiment in Scotland.”
“Sounds complicated.”
“That’s why we need you and preferably the other Seers there.”
“Fine … I’ll be there … So will Draco, but whether he’ll be compos mentis I’m not sure.”
“In one of his thought funks, then?”
“Yes, it’s about an antidote for a magic depressant sex drug.”
“That sounds equally complicated.”
“Yes, well … We cannot attempt to free the Ukrainian mages until it’s been developed. There’s a theory it’s being used to control them.”
“I see … Don’t forget to include us in the raiding party.”
“We won’t. It’ll be the usual all-hands-on-deck call; plus some of the returned Ukrainian mages.”
~~~EXPERIMENT~~~
Harry saw the apprentices safe back to the Okruh and had a short confab with Trephine. He then returned home to await his lover’s awakening. Meanwhile he went to find his Reeve.
“We tried an experiment with Draco’s lab-elves, Kreacher.”
“Yes thank you, Harry. They were almost dead on their feet. I can’t really fault Draco for driving them so hard; after all, he exerts himself just as much, thus setting them an example of dedication which they wish to emulate.”
“Yes I agree. I had to kiss him hard to make him temporarily relent. Unfortunately, it went no further; he was to far gone for any antics in bed.”
Kreacher smirked: “My commiserations Master!”
“Gee thanks, Reeve!” was Harry’s dry rejoinder: “Now … back to the experiment. Draco didn’t recognise us when we took over; he was too immersed in his books and thoughts. I thought that if you could find another four lab-elves for him; as a back-up team so-to-speak. You could be crafty and replace the tired ones without him noticing.”
Kreacher chuckled: “That sounds like the bad old days of any-elf-will-do that the pure-bloods practiced. However, I’m sure you don’t mean it that way.”
“Quite right … That’s why I substituted humans in the experiment. Once he’s out of a funk he behaves rationally and recognises people for whom they are. You’d think he’d recognise his lover in any situation, wouldn’t you? Not him, I replaced Shrek, his cauldronier and chief assistant, he just issued orders as though nothing had happened. I bet if I’m not there when he wakes he’ll wander down to the lab in his birthday suit, probably not having performed any ablutions either.”
“Yes, Astoria’s caught him like that more than once, even going so far as to get in the shower with him to get rid of the splashes and smell. I’ll have a chat with the Hogwarts Reeve. He keeps an eye on the elves in training now, as well as running Minerva’s household.”
“Pullet and Phealey may have some ideas too.”
“Yes thanks, they were my second string, so to speak. Uh – Oh … There’s a naked blond coming out of the Solar.”
Harry met Draco halfway and grabbed him in a hug.
“I’ve no time for lovemaking, Harry, there’s this anti-potion I have to make.”
“Yes I know Love. It’s fairly urgent, but not urgent enough for you to wander around displaying yourself.”
“What?” Draco looked down at his belly and fair pubes below. “Oh! Let me past and I’ll get on with it.” He still had that vacant look about him.
“The bedroom’s that way,” said Harry giving Draco a push towards the portal door.
“But I want the lab,” said Draco turning and trying to push past the dark haired Gryff.
“No you don’t … Transportamus in Cubicula Nos!” Harry hugged Draco and disapparated.
~~~BEDROOM~~~
It took time; Harry smelt Draco’s armpits and decided that the blond had not bothered to shower. So he disrobed and took his vacant mate into the bathroom. Placed in front of the lavatory with Harry holding his cock, Draco was persuaded to pee. He went into auto for a few minutes and did manage to clean his teeth before trying to walk off to the lab again. Harry turned him around and ushered him to the shower. He had to hold Draco’s hand all the time whilst washing the blond’s body with the other. A drying charm was easier than trying to towel-down the attempting escapee. With much struggle Harry managed to put Draco into some clothes and his lab-coat.
The next problem was feeding Draco; he wouldn’t sit still at the table so Harry accompanied his mate down to the laboratory, carrying a tray of food. For the next hour and a half, the Gryff fed single mouthfuls to the Slyth as the blond wandered around the lab preparing items for the next brew.
“Where’re Shrek and the others?”
“Where you should be, asleep in their beds; you worked them for nearly twenty-four hours previously. It’s not good enough, Draco.”
“But it’s only four o’clock. Surely they don’t mind a little overtime.”
“Four o’clock in the morning, Lover. Not the afternoon.”
“But I’ve just had lunch.”
“No … That was yesterday’s breakfast.”
“Go away, Harry, you’re getting me all confused …” Draco switched off and wandered back to his desk, sticking his nose into one of Severus’s ancient apothecaries and muttering.
After two or three futile tries to engage his lover in meaningful conversation, Harry gave up and went to bed, hoping that he’d wake up in time for church.
~~~SUNDAY~~~
Harry woke up at five-past-ten, panicked and then remembered that Willie’s service was at eleven. Quick ablutions had him down in the lab for half-past. Draco was draped over the desk snoring his head off. Shrek was sitting by his master, making sure he did not fall to the ground.
“Come on Shrek, let’s Mobilliarbus him to bed.”
“He gets cross when we do it.”
“Blame it on me, if you like.”
The elf chuckled: “We do, quite often.” The other elves joined in the mirth.
“Fine … We’ve time to get him tucked in and then go to Willie’s service.”
This they did, and with eased consciences enjoyed the stark simplicity of the London chapel’s service. Harry was surprised at the number of adult mages attending. Most were from The Square or guests at the hotel but there were others too, Harry recognised some as being Ministry employees.
“Hello Phoebus, are you studying the muggles in church?”
“Good-afternoon Harry; not really; the ones here already know about our activities. In fact The Turpins and the Dobsons have been recruited to help with our ‘muggle perceptions’ group. I’m surprised to see you here without Draco.”
“He’s working on an anti-potion and was up all night, so he’s asleep in bed, I hope. I found him asleep at his desk earlier this morning.”
Professor Penrose chuckled: “My wife tells me off when I do that … It makes no difference … You get an hypothesis in your head and have to suss out all the angles to see if it holds true … It takes a lot of concentration, you know.”
“I’m relieved that others are like Draco. It gives me the patience to deal with his foibles. Tell me, why you are attending this church, I thought you lived near Harpenden?”
“We do but it’s easier to come here than attend the local church and less risky too.”
“Mmm … Yes … I can see that. Here Willie and the congregation understand our world.”
“Not only that, but there are a number of undesirables who hang around our area, we think they intend to attack us if we don’t go out in force. You know that our block of flats is quite near to headwaters of the River Lee and almost on top of the new Luton Parkway railway station, don’t you? It has a glamour on it to make it look like part of the muggle multi-story car park.”
“I had not placed your home anywhere … When you say ‘our block of flats’ does that mean there are other mages in the same environment?”
“Yes, about half a dozen families … I suppose you and the Yates started things off. You know that for a time I conducted the Muggle Studies course at Hogwarts, don’t’ you? I took over when Minerva reintroduced the course after the battle and Charity’s demise. I had to deal with a lot of disinformation that that Carrow character taught them. Well … You setting up a mixed society at Godric’s Hollow, and the Yates being part of it, I used the environment for assignments for my classes. As more and more mages bought houses there it seemed prudent to follow their lead and collectivise other places. Slowly over the years, mages have bought flats in Magnet Court, most of us are Ministry workers or have shops in Diagon Alley and we feel safer bunched together, so to speak.”
“Fine … I can see that would be sensible especially as I have heard reports that the Seignior is attacking isolated mages. I still don’t understand about the railway station though.”
“Fairly simple, en-bloc we go to and come from the Station. There we catch a train to the New St Pancras suburban station, which is a short walk to The Square via the underground passages. In the confined spaces we are less likely to be attacked than in the open. Once here we’re here, we’re under the protection of the village ward system, again.”
“Yes, I see … Um … Again, you said?”
“Yes, the ward team set up a village protector round our block of flats. They visit regularly to update the wards, as well.”
“Fine … So, are there other communities like that?”
“Yes, but not as well connected as we are. Now let me see … There’re some mages who have back to back gardens south of the City … Erm … Leatherhead, that’s it. I should have remembered; that’s where Chief Shacklebolt has his house. Another lot eastward, I think … Not sure where that is, but Auror Mackenzie is the organiser for that group. They arrive at different railway stations and use the tube to get here – nowhere near as safe as our two short walks, but much better than flooing or apparating. Usually we travel as a group, in that way the three of us act as foci for our residents; even going as far to book outings to theatres, museums etcetera and stuff suitable for our children. Lucius tries to interfere with the floos at the Ministry and apparating through village wards has always been taboo. Are you coming for lunch at the hotel? That’s another practice we’ve copied from Godric’s Hollow.”
“Why not, I doubt Draco will be compos mentis yet. I’ve left word that one of our elves is to tell me when he shows signs of coming round.”
They sat at the round table whilst sundry elves from Finkelpuff’s team served them. Some of the discussion was about suspected satrap raids; although the muggle police had not yet appealed for magical help in solving them. There were also some rumbles about mages feeling as though they were being watched and the consequent moving around in groups for safety’s sake. Harry wondered how much of that was true and how much was hype from the Prophet. It emerged that Rita had recently had a series of ‘How safe are you in your bed’ articles which Harry felt could have been fed by misinformation from those families still sympathetic to the Seignior’s message. Nevertheless, he came away from the meal with a slightly uneasy feeling.
~~~BACK HOME~~~
By three o’clock, Bobbie reported that Draco was stirring and so Harry went through the portal to their room. Draco was already in his lab coat, but wearing nothing underneath. It was almost a repetition of the four o’clock meeting except that Harry persuaded Draco to sit down and eat a meal at the table.
“How long before you have the antidote. Draco?”
“Not for a while yet. We’ve managed to isolate all the ingredients and I’m working on the incantations that fabricated the original potion. I think I have those in the bag now. Having done that, I’ll have to make up a small batch of the potion to ensure that my guesses have been correct. If all goes well, I can then concoct the anti-potion. Then we’ll have to have some trials. The forensic department has a contract with Azkaban; certain inmates may volunteer to act as guinea-pigs. They get remission if they do. They’ll have to take the potion and then the anti-potion and we monitor the results. Just to be sure I shall take some myself, and hope that you will be around to shield me.”
“Of course I will … does that mean I’ll have a sex starved partner to accommodate?”
Draco grinned evilly and nodded.
Harry grinned back: “I understand … But how long will it all take?”
“Allowing for re-trials say a fortnight.”
“What a fortnight of continuous sex.”
Draco chuckled: “We’d be worn out after a couple of days. No … I meant the trials at Azkaban. Ours will only be a day of passion, because I shall take the antidote. We’ll have to be slightly clinical, so that I can discern between induced ardour and our natural love for each other.”
“Fine, I’ll organise on that timescale. It means I can deal with most of my promised teaching and tutorial sessions as well.”
Harry looked at Draco who now had his mental block back in place. He was busy scribbling on the table cloth and mumbling. The Gryff recognised the signs and quietly left his mate to work out whatever had just reactivated his brain cells.
He went to see Astoria and Ginevra and had them agree to attend the Thursday evening meeting. Next there was a session with Bertie signing various documents and cheques. Harry retired to a solitary bed early and went to sleep.
~~~NEXT WEEK~~~
Monday morning the Gryff woke and found a hugging blond snuggled next to him. Snogging Draco did not wake him up, neither did any foreplay. It did produce a reaction; one from which Harry gained satisfaction and, he supposed, Draco did as well, because of the creamy forfeit both of them paid. After transferring the results to the broonies, Harry carefully undid his lover’s arms and climbed out of bed. He cautiously drew the covers up and tucked the blond in. Ablutions over, Draco was still spark-out, so his mate went to breakfast and then on to the first tutorial he had to take.
What with chatting to the Minister, liaising with Trephine, admin with Bertie and teaching; Harry had a full week. So did Draco, but at eccentric times. They even managed to share a bed on Wednesday night, but the blond was gone before Harry woke.
It was obvious to the other seers that their preoccupied partner would not be giving his full attention to the meeting so they left him to his own devices as they ported to Montecristo. Harry made Draco’s excuses before the meeting began. There were quite a few people attending; including all the Dumbledorian Cabinet.
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