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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Imprisonment, involuntary masturbation, cock torture, whipping)
~~~ FRIENDSHIP ~~~
Kreacher served lunch as soon as the two apparationists arrived at the cottage from the Alley, so it wasn’t until after the meal that Dean and Seamus showed them their handiwork.
“Err … Guys … Where’s the door you made? I can see a statue where it should be.”
“That’s it Justin. The archway only took us quarter of an hour, so we had a look around inside the old barn. Up in the loft we found these three other statues, so we thought we’d disguise the doorway by making four niches for them along this wall.”
“So it has a secret catch, then? Hey … Aren’t you getting your numbers mixed up?”
“No. Give me your hand … Put it on this stone … Acceptor Frater.” Dean touched his wand to the stone Justin was touching. “Okay take your hand away … Now replace it and walk through.”
“Do I have to say anything?”
“No. That’s your particular stone, touch it and walk through, there’s an equivalent one on the other side. Harry’s is the one above it. Go on, try it out.”
“But it’s solid, look. I’m standing on the pedestal.”
“Please get down, now; keeping your hand on the stone, push into the statue lightly, keeping your balance.”
“Like this.”
“Yes. You forgot to touch the stone.”
“Err … Dean … My hand’s gone into the statue, and I can’t feel the stone anymore.”
“Good. Now walk through.”
Justin’s head reappeared out of the statue, looking amazed. Dean waved him back inside and chose another stone; walking through after Mr Finch-Fletchley.
Harry found his stone and said, “Acceptor Frater,” touching it with his wand and following them.
Seamus was last. “We thought we’d tidy up in here a bit so we started ter clean the floor. Guess what we found a couple a feet below the dirt and rubble? These lovely old smooth flagstones. We dug the dirt off them and levelled them up a bit at this end, ready fer the construction.”
“No wonder I kept ducking when I went under those beams, there was a couple of feet of dirt on top of the proper floor. The flags are beautiful. I bet they’d polish up nicely and make a lovely floor. If we dig it out, we can use the debris to widen the path round the pool on the wood side”
“That’s what we thought, so we tried it out in that corner, look!”
“It’s a real deep red sandstone, doesn’t it shine.”
“Yes, and with dark green mats on it we’ll have the makings of a luxury pad. We thought we’d leave the rest until the walls were up and we were private. Besides, you mightn’t have thought it a good idea.”
“Harry?”
“Yes Dean?”
“We’ve found something else too. The cleaning took half an hour or so and the statues a bit longer so we went for a walk outside. Does that wood on the other side of the pool belong to you?”
“Yes it does, being the end house in the lane I have extra land. I intend to leave it wild, there’re some very interesting plants growing there and Erwin, my new owl, needs somewhere to hunt. Why do you ask?”
“We found a very interesting ruin in there, looks a bit like a mini classical temple. It stands near a pool just about quarter of a mile away from the house. So we thought to explore it. Maybe it was a folly was our first impression. Then we found a way inside and the slightest tingle of an aura there. Seamus’s castle instinct kicked in and he reckoned that there was a secret door hidden. We spent a delightful half hour casting various spells, all to no avail. Then I noticed some peculiar marks on a pilaster. Seamus recognised them as Ogham, so he tried some Irish Gaelic. That didn’t work either. Then the penny dropped, in this area it would be Brythonic that was spoken and that became Welsh, so ‘Drws Agorewch’ worked the trick. The door led into a passage which passes under the pool and comes out near the loo in your study. If we’d built the deep-end at the other end we’d have uncovered it. That’s why the basement study is longer than the workroom. You obviously live on a very old domiciliary site. Come and look.”
The passage air was very stale and the remains of cobwebs hung, dusty with age, but it was passable. Various defence and attack strategies were discussed based on the secret passage’s existence, and the fact that now the garage doors were accessible from inside, all the exits might be used as additional egress for surprise attacks.
~~~ INCARCERATION ~~~
Darty and Dirk returned sometime – in the darkness Draco had flitted in and out of consciousness and had no idea of the time – they fed him, played with his tool until he was stiff. They slapped his erection around goading him; only to wank him stiff and restart the smacking. After a couple of hours of the torture his sperm erupted and they tied him back on the table. He lay there wanting to use the loo. As is normal he sprouted a woody when in this kind of distress. In the end he had to let go and he soaked himself from chin to navel in urine.
Later on one of them returned, took a sniff and cast a Scourgify. Then his jailer went out again.
Sometime later they both returned and removed his shackles. They bound his hands and blindfolded him then grabbed his balls and towed him out of the room by them. He was taken up and down steps and along passageways until he had lost any sense of direction. He was side-alonged and was pushed through a doorway. As he stumbled in the blindfold and wrist restraints disappeared. The door clanged shut behind him.
Draco thanked Merlin for small mercies. There was an everlasting torch in his cell. Its flame gave him light and kept the chill off. In one corner there was a crude hole-in-the-ground loo whose outlet smelled foul, but seemed not to pollute the cell’s atmosphere too much. It had a sort of a shower above it and the captive assumed it was some kind of flush as well as for personal hygiene. There was a broad bench suitable for lying on with a cushion for his head but no bedclothes. At the bottom of the bench was a shelf. He could sit on the end of the bed and use the shelf as a table. He was still naked, but he lay on the bench with his eyes closed imagining potions recipes. He must have drifted off to sleep.
A bell rang. Draco Awoke. Some food on a plate appeared on the shelf, accompanied by a small glass of wine. Draco took his time eating – the food was palatable – probably delicious if he were not in such a place as this and worried out of his wits.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
At Harry’s house, Mr Cartwright arrived with a very large lorry load of timber. Dean went to talk to him.
“We could unload that quickly if the old buffer wasn’t watching.” Seamus whispered to Harry.
“Okay, we have to sign some papers. You two and Juicy look muscular, and I’ll inveigle him down into my study with the papers. Get Ron to help too and don’t forget Kreacher.”
The signing was over fairly quickly, so Harry engaged the old builder in talk about the forthcoming dance, pretending not to know what was required. - - - - - - Justin appeared, looking slightly pale.
“You got that lot unloaded quickly Mr Finch-Fletchley.”
“Yes … Well … Harry has a few friends over, so they helped a bit.”
“Right then, I’ll bring the other load round in about an hour’s time, the men are helping me tidy up there, so they’ll load up. You spend time sorting it all out at this end.”
“Yes thanks.” Justin’s eyes were very round.
After the builder had gone, Harry asked Justin what was wrong.
“Err … it was flying Harry. When we re-did Hogwarts I was in the painting squad and they were in the construction team. So I never saw them at work. They sorted the materials just as it came in; Dean even made a complete inventory of it on a parchment. Seamus is chuntering about lengths and is now cutting the wood. Those two are amazing. I’m still getting my head round how easily they made it happen. Wow!”
“Perhaps we’d better go and stop them making the walls until everything is delivered. Mr Cartwright might have a fit if he saw it already assembled.”
“Good thinking, Harry. Let’s go!”
When they arrived, they were a little too late to stop the construction process, because the screen wall was already up, and construction noises were coming from within. Harry felt somewhat worried. He explained to Dean what the problem might be.
Seamus chipped in, chuckling: “Don’t worry, Harry me boy. I’ve cast a charm on the wall and from the far side it still looks like the dusty old barn filled with a big jumble o’ wood, come and see.”
The quartet went through another new door. Dean held it open so they could see where it was. When Harry looked back, sure enough there was no wall and a number of uneven piles of wood. The only thing that spoiled the illusion was the open door.
“This is the first stage, that’ll give us our chamber and one double bunk room. Oh; and do you mind if we put windows in, overlooking the garden? There’ll be some disguised ones for the next set of rooms. They’ll be set into the doors but still look as though there aren’t any from the outside. The inner rooms will have magic eyes looking out into the garden, too. Then the end ones will have windows into the entrance porch. The skylights will brighten up the central corridor”
A curious Harry went with Seamus and Dean to see where the windows would be fixed. They explained the stages in building, in case they ran out of time and/or materials. At tea time Winky had a discussion with Harry about rugs and curtains etc. Next, he was unloading all the other items from the builders’ yard. This time Hermione distracted Mr Cartwright by getting him to tell her about the roses in Harry’s garden. Meanwhile the male youngsters were supposedly sweating at unloading the remaining wood and various plumbing items, about the fitting of which Dean had some know-how.
After the builder had left, Blaise agonised about the bathroom suite not matching.
Dean soothed ruffled feathers. “Don’t worry Zappem. You seem to have forgotten that colour change is one of the easiest forms of Transfiguration. Now if you wanted your sink to turn into a whale that would be a trifle harder, but you don’t. Now then, what colour would you like the bathroom suite to be?”
“Yes, I had forgotten, that light aquamarine, I think would look good.”
By dinnertime all the construction work stage two was finished and the mattresses plus duvets had arrived. Dean and Seamus said they were confident that everything would be ready by the end of the evening. Justin and Blaise were now in overalls and said that the bulk of the decorating would be complete and dried. It was a good thing they did because more DA members began to arrive. Harry was hard pressed keeping an eye on Mr Foley’s marquee-gang and the apparition area.
Mr Foley had arrived in a pickup truck. “Hello Mr Potter, these ’ere are the demountable poles un big items, could yere boys take un through to the lawn for me, whilst m’gang goes back for the canvas and ropes?”
“Of course we will, you can rely on us.”
Once the muggles were out of the way the poles flew over the high hedge and into the positions marked on Mr Foley’s plan. When he returned the canvas formed a series of long snakes which wound through the cottage; occasionally snagging on doorframes or furniture. Then Grandpops’ team entered the garden to erect the marquee.
Not that Harry had time to watch them because his school friends began to arrive. Hannah and Susan were first.
“Hi Harry, I hope we’re not too early but we thought we’d bed in before the practice, then be fresh for the battle on Saturday.”
“Nice to see you both; we’ve got beds for you, but they’re hidden magically at the moment because we have Mr Foley’s muggles putting up the marquee on the lawn. Leave your luggage here; otherwise Kreacher will be cross with me. There are sandwiches on the sideboard and some homebrewed Butterbeer, if you feel peckish.”
The pair followed Harry into the living area and they were met by Mr Foley.
“Ah; Mr Potter, I’ve a bit of spare canvas here; ye could borrow, it’d just nicely fit over yere patio. Could ye get some un yere boys to fit un up?”
“I’ll get someone on to it tomorrow morning. We’ve got some special home brew here, would you and your gang like a drink?”
“Oh ar, thanks, we’d love a drap, wouldn’t us, Boys?” General murmurs of approval came back.
The wards set off again, so Harry left the others entertaining the tent-gang while he went to the apparating area. Ernie and Anthony were there, all hoping he didn’t mind them being early; receiving the same sort of replies that Susan and Hannah had had.
After an hour or so, Mr Foley’s group wished everyone a peaceful night and went off in his pick-up truck towards their homes. Seamus and Dean had finished their bunk building and now had time to add people to the statue/door’s recognisers. Only this time they had to pat the statue’s head. Seamus explained it was a temporary measure only for the extended weekend. Angelina, Katie and Lavender all arrived within five minutes of each other, so Harry was haring up and down the shrubbery path to hand them in. By now everyone was beginning to settle, Kreacher, as well as sorting the mattresses, had conjured enough comfortable chairs for them all, so Harry’s living area began to resemble a very crowded Hogwarts common room; complete with chat groups, wizard chess games and, of course, exploding snap; not forgetting Hermione curled up in a chair with a large book in her lap.
The boys’ barn bunk rooms were full, with only Percy and George left to arrive. They would go into one of the third phase bunk rooms storing their fireworks on the spare top bunks. Half an hour later the said Weasleys arrived, complete with boxes and boxes of fireworks and other more lethal things.
Last to arrive were Luna and Angelina, who apologised for being late, not that it really was, being only ten-thirty. Everyone was pleased at Harry’s and the groups’ appointments and kept on congratulating them. Blaise, Seamus and Dean sneaked out during the get-together and fixed up Mr Foley’s canvas; thus joining the house to the marquee.
When Harry had a look inside the marquee he was pleased to find that the gang had pegged coconut matting over the lawn to protect it. He also found the three constructors planning how to make two coverings for the pool. One a canvas roof and walls. The other would be a wooden dance floor, which they proposed to float on large inflated rubber rings.
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
Draco was woken out of his fitful slumber with his wrists tied up and by a wand tip inserted into his glans-slit: “Erecto Penis; Expecto Spermatozoa!”
The feeling was incredible as it worked its way down his urethra. Then came the culmination. He arched upwards as a slow ball of jism jiggled its way to the outside world. ‘Splat’ it hit the ceiling. Draco huffed and continued to pump his abdomen hoping for more fruition. With his wrists secured behind him there was little he could do to satisfy his cravings. Eventually things calmed down and he went back to sleep.
He woke again, this time to the sound of the bell, a smell of food and unbound wrists. As before he took his time and then lay back on the bench.
An hour or so later: “Wake up, stand by the back wall, arms outstretched.”
Draco shook himself and complied. Soft wrist restraints gripped his lower arms. A few slow warning shots of fire were aimed at him through the door’s grille, and he managed to dodge them. Then an ‘Erecto Penis’ got him. After dodging around, an ‘Engorgio Penis’ struck home. He felt it hit an already full member expanding it and making the tip droop; levelling what had previously been almost upright. More shots were fired and he managed to avoid those. Panting he rested from his exertions only to have an ‘Expecto Spermatozoa’ hit his glans lips square on. He arched away from the wall as the glorious felling spread inwards. Two minutes of impending ejaculatory feelings had him gyrating in effulgent eroticism. When it came, the release of sperm wriggled slowly up his inner tube, making him cry out with the ecstasy of it. The wand bearer dodged and chuckled as the spunk bomb flew out through the door’s grille. Draco had this awful compunction to ask for more, but he fought it, not wanting to give his captors the satisfaction of victory.
In a further few hours Draco had visitors again; these captors were not Darty and Dirk; the new ones enjoyed slapping his extended boner around for nearly an hour. His screams echoed round the dungeon, drowning out the gleeful cackles of his tormentors. They left him tied up and only when Draco’s dong had stopped dinging did the restraints come off. He fell onto the bench and was sound asleep within minutes; curled in a foetal position guarding his stinging nuts. Later on that night he thought he sensed Harry looking for him, but was unsure; putting it down to wishful thinking.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~ 07/08/98
Next morning was Friday, practice day and the eve of combat. Harry washed under the shower and dried his torso quickly, but without undue arousal; despite having had sexy dreams about Draco being tortured. Once downstairs he found Hermione, with her ever present book, sitting on the upper patio. Kreacher and Winky had set it out as an eating area with a breakfast buffet, and had arranged small dining tables and chairs in groups under the canvas roof.
Receiving her good morning light kisses, Hermione greeted him and then added: “Harry, various people asked me to ask you to practice a number of hexes and shields. In the end it was easier to make a list and here it is.”
“Thanks Herms, that’s very useful. Have you perfected your new mirror shield charm?”
“Yes.”
“Good, please will you teach us all that first, as it appears to answer many needs? Especially if a malign person tries to hex us, they get back their own medicine if we aim the shield correctly.”
“I’d like to show them the mirror wards too, if you don’t mind.”
“How about showing them that after tea, it will remind them of the shield and they will be bored with practicing personal spells and my tuition.”
“Nice idea Harry. It’ll be a dry run for your new post as well, won’t it?” Hermione smiled.
“Um … Yes … I suppose it will. I’ll be all right once we’re started, I hope.”
Harry was pleased Hermione had made the list, because, before commencing to eat their meal, many of the participants came over to his table to ask Harry to practice their particular hang-ups. Harry only needed to write down one extra item to his curriculum. He took his breakfast coffee into his study and talked to Minerva, via the floo, about the arrangements and personnel, repeating the indications, from Draco, of only one other attack, to a much relieved headmistress.
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“Okay Guys, if we could head downstairs and onto the almost circular patch of grass, please,” Harry announced, after he came back upstairs and could see most people were just finishing their meal.
They sat in a semicircle on the bank and steps overlooking what would soon be known as the practice ground. It was over this area that the group had played Quidditch with the tennis ball. The reasonably flat almost oval area was bordered by the path and a stream going down to the apparating area on one side, tall trees and a thick hedge hiding them from the muggle houses on the other side. The end at the bottom held the apparating area and the remaining end was Chantry Cottage, sitting on top of its steep storey-high bank. Harry asked that they would avoid using the kitchen garden on the other side of the path and stream.
Harry commenced: “Firstly; thanks for coming to help, I appreciate it and the muggles we’ll be guarding would, if ever they knew about it. That’s the first point. We’re trying not to let the muggles be aware of what’s going on. So when we start throwing things around the Weasleys will give our captive audience a fireworks show, which I hope they will think is part of the celebrations.”
Harry paused whilst they took the information to heart.
“The idea is to stop Graucus and his hoard and then catch them. If some of them get caught by their own hexes and curses all the better. To that end Herms, our very own charm maker, has invented the mirror shield. Properly aimed this gives the hexer his own hex back before he or she has replaced their defences. A bit late and you may well be playing hex tennis.”
A quiet giggle from the group indicated that they were attending to what he said. Harry then asked Hermione to demonstrate the charm; with Harry as the guinea pig. After the demonstration Hermione and Harry went around teaching, watching practices, and correcting where necessary. Some of the grass became scorched, and an odd chip of stone flew off the cottage; nothing serious; the bilateral damage became less as their aims improved. Harry’s little joke actually became a game, as they bounced small fireballs around between shields.
Next came flaw remedying. Those who felt confident took those who were less happy with a particular charm or hex and they practiced together. Harry kept an eye on them helping out and demonstrating where necessary. Coffee break was ignored as the enthusiastic participants honed up on their skills. When Harry called an early lunch break; everyone, male or female, stripped-off completely and jumped into the pool to cool down and clean up. Later on, in retrospect, Harry realised that this was the start of their tradition of nudity in and around the cottage pool.
~~~ AFTER LUNCH ~~~
Dean asked if Seamus and Blaise could be spared for an hour in the afternoon, because he now had the design for the dance floor perfected. He felt it ought to be made when there were no muggles around and the ladies would be here from tomorrow morning. Once it was fitted, they would remove the sections to one end of the pool, so that people could swim to cool down again after practice.
Harry set up a duelling club in the early afternoon whilst Seamus and Dean were with Blaise, poolside. The company started as soon as Madam Pomfrey had apparated in, in case of injuries. Justin, the resident strategist now that Ronald was at the shop, had a complicated chart that had everyone fighting everyone else, in multi five minute bouts. By a late teatime everyone had had a go and Poppy had treated the few minor burns and sprained ankles. Kreacher and Winky served cake and tea to everyone as they sat on the slope listening to Hermione explain her newly developed wards. Teacups away, they practiced, knowing that these skills would protect their families and loved ones in the best way possible. Another naked splash in the pool preceded dinner under canvas, on the patio.
The rest of the evening was supposed to be restful; however, youthful energy being what it is, a number of activities developed. A beach ball in the pool drew some, a charmed tennis ball in the air, had would-be Quidditch players chasing it on their broomsticks. However, the biggest draw was on the ground beneath them as hex tennis was developed into a competitive game with Blaise in charge. As the hex concerned was the giggling one. In the end it was impossible to tell a hexed person from a highly amused one. Only failing light stopped play, and another quick dip before they transferred their amusements indoors as per the previous evening.
Harry was just beginning to worry about people getting enough rest when Neville stood up.
“C’mon Guys, we need our wits about us tomorrow, let’s get some sleep. Don’t forget we have muggles among us tomorrow so we’ll have to behave, and that’s going to be a strain as well, isn’t it?”
Good humouredly the gathering got the point and started to drift off to their bunks.
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
Draco was squatting above the loo hole and just wiping himself clean when a new ‘Expecto’ hit his knob-end. He sprang up and his cock did the same. He started heaving his body around as the dreadfully luscious feeling took hold. It seemed to take ages as the hex worked its way down and even longer when the sperm-sphere returned on its tubular journey. Having his hands free Draco tried to speed things up, but to no avail. After the spectacular splurge Draco’s hand became busy, trying to recreate the awesome feeling. All he did was rub himself raw and it took all his resolve not to continue after he had drawn blood – complicated potions recipes helped.
When his food woke him, one of the captors said that he would soon be joined by some friends. Then the disguised jailers played with his already sore cock and used a whip on his behind and back. It took ages for Draco to go to sleep because there seemed to be no one place that was not hurting. What puzzled him was that he thought one of the jailers was a female. Her touch was reminiscent of someone, but after so many death-eaters had played with him, he was unsure of her identity. He decided that it was probably one of the witches in the group at the Manor six months ago.
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