Toppers Wallow

Everyone had a lie-in on Saturday. Various house-elves served breakfast in bed, so Harry and Draco gave another impromptu literacy lesson before getting up. It was Hermione and Ron who, by Apparating in, managed to get the household moving. They wished to stay and were given the double room; being apprised of the ward plans for Sunday night they asked to remain until Tuesday. In the end it was a lazy day. Hermione joined Minerva and Francis reciting poetry and walking round the garden and woods. Ron, Harry and Draco messed around on their broomsticks; below them the four Muggles played football. The elfin contingent, once chores were done, spent much time in and around the pool with Winky and Kreacher keeping an eye on their expanding family. On Harry’s orders, lunch was a bread and spread meal, causing the least amount of workload on their house-elves.



Minerva sat with Harry and Draco. “I take it that you two intend spending your weekends here as much as possible.”



“We had hoped to return when that were possible.”



“Mmm; I thought so. You have to be on school duty certain weekends, so I have put you on the rota together. It works out about once every five weeks. You’ll have your first one in three week’s time. Here’s the rota. The staff quite often swap weekends, if you do just let me know, please.



“Of course, Headmistress.” Draco gave a half mocking bow. Seeing it was not well received, he added, “I understand completely. Organisations have to run smoothly, and good communications are the oil.”



Minerva smiled thinly.



John called round mid afternoon, mainly to tell Harry about his part in the harvest blessing ceremonies. The Vicar was apprised of the developments and plans for a total ward system for the parish. He said he had four guest beds if the participants wanted to crash out after setting the wards; then he got involved with the three literary people. Isabel rang to see if he intended coming home for dinner, and received an invite to the meal at Magnet Cottage instead, which she accepted. John warned her about being surprised at the different races of people at staying.



“I thought he meant Afro-Caribbean, Chinese or something,” she said to Harry quietly, after the elves had been introduced. “These little people are something quite new.”



“We have goblin friends too,” Harry replied, “Bigger than the elves but not as tall as us. They’re our bankers and workers in precious metals. There are other sentient beings as well, but I doubt you will meet them here.”



“John said you were a mage, I just thought he meant someone very learned. Now I see you inhabit a special world as well. Thank you for asking me, a husband and wife should have as few secrets from each other as possible. I know he cannot tell me the things he heard in confession, but at least this is something we can share now. I’m very glad you invited me.”



Isabel joined the literary group which by now included Kreacher. Winky and Hyacinth were concentrating on needlework and all the others were splashing in the pool. Neville and Luna arrived, accepting the offer of accommodation at the vicarage; Seamus and Dean were next, closely followed by Justin, muttering about inefficient accountants; so Harry persuaded him to adopt Griphook as his personal banker.



Ron and Hermione took the four eager learners for a short literacy lesson. Harry told Minerva of the suspected reasons for elves not applying, and she promised to talk to the suitably aged house-elves at Hogwarts, offering literacy lessons. Twilight came and, as a reward for good behaviour, the learners were introduced to exploding snap, John and Isabel watched for a time and then were persuaded to join in. After the youngest ones had gone to bed, Draco and Ron gave a demonstration game of wizard chess, amazing the six Muggles with the destruction that took place. Isabel and John wished them goodnight, Dean and Seamus had already wandered off into the garden hand in hand and were quietly missing; most of the others drifted off to their beds.



Draco was a little withdrawn when they arrived in the bedroom.



“Worried about your father’s reaction, Lover?” sympathised Harry, as he took his clothes off.



“Yes I suppose I am. Not that I’d thought of it before you mentioned it. It’s premature really, as the money transfer will not take place until Thursday.” Draco was now naked.



“Perhaps we’d better be there invisibly, to protect the tellers.” Harry moved into the bathroom



“Mmm; we could do a goblin teach-in about the mirror defence as well.” Draco followed wincing as the cold tiles chilled his feet.



“Suggest it to Griphook when you see him on Monday.” Harry was collecting the towels.



“Okay; I will. Maybe you can suggest something to take my mind off things now.” Draco wiggled suggestively.



“There’s some of that oil left from a couple of nights ago.” Harry searched the toiletries shelf.



“Okay, I’ll do it to you first.”



“No you won’t, you need the distraction.”



“Bloody hell, Potter, give in for once.”



“Stop being a prat, Malfoy.”



They both dived for the half empty bottle on the shelf. Draco got there first, but Harry grabbed his wrist. They tussled for a minute or two; the top came off spilling the oil onto the floor. Draco was first to be caught off balance, sliding underneath Harry. Who, still holding his lover’s wrist, was pulled down also. The remaining oil was spilled and the two writhing bodies spread more of it onto their skins. A competition started, seeing who could hold the other one down, and apply the oil. First Harry was on top, but he couldn’t keep his balance on the slippery floor with Draco wriggling beneath him. Draco was unable to keep his dominance for long for the same reason. The bodily friction and pent up desire soon had them hard and panting for fruition. Each wanted his partner to be the first to ejaculate, so the friendly wrestling match soon turned into one of trying to grab and pulsate his partner’s erection. Both of them found the contest highly arousing and the bathroom resounded with their shouting and squirming together.



Fruition came almost simultaneously. As they lay panting on the slippery bathroom floor they became aware of an audience.



“We thought you were being attacked,” said Dean with an obvious bulge in his boxers.



“So we came ter defend you.” Seamus’s prick was sticking straight out through his parted flies.



“Ooh Masters! Do you do that often?” enquired and equally aroused Phealey, side hugging Pullet who was playing with his hard-on.



“Um … Um …” Harry blushed.



“I see you all enjoyed the floor-show.” Draco rapidly regained his aplomb. “Anyone want to join us?”



“Thanks, but we’ve just finished our session, maybe tomorrow?” Dean leered as his own excitement slackened.



“You’d probably crush us, Masters, but it has given us some ideas,” answered Pullet. We’ll clean the oil up whilst you have your shower.”



Dean and Seamus exited arms round each other, so Draco hustled Harry into the shower, using large quantities of shampoo to remove the oil from their bodies. Responding to external squeals of delight, the magicians peeked through the shower curtain. Pullet and Phealey were in the final throws of sexual delight, covered in oil. Quite obviously they had followed in their masters’ footsteps.



Harry woke to the sound of Apparating cracks and had difficulty un-entwining Draco’s hugging limbs, the process woke Draco up so they shared a friendly shower together. They dressed briskly, but without undue haste; going down to greet their friends. All the DA were there and one or two Order members.



“We had heard of the special service so we all came to support you,” said Ernie, by way of explanation.



There was a further shock awaiting them when they opened the door, prior to walking to church.



“Hello Draco.” Gregory Goyle greeted them. “Thanks for saving my life Ron, can we join you, please?”



“Hi Draco, I never liked the Death Eater cast of Slytherin, as you well know. Now you’re firmly on the side of light I’d like to be with you both.” Blaise Zabini held out his hand.



“I had heard you were against Voldemort.” Harry shook Blaise’s hand. “Are there other Slytherins of the same mind?”



“One or two, many changed sides after he was defeated, I’m not sure how far to trust them, though. I really came because you were involved in green magic and that’s a side I’m very much interested in.”



“Blaise and I were always at the top of the Herbology class, Harry. We’ve been in touch regularly and he’s helping Luna and I in Gran’s greenhouses,” Neville supported, clapping Blaise on the back.



Harry and Draco looked at each other nodding.



“If you want to join us, we’re going to church and then for the blessing of the harvest. Perhaps we can heal our differences.” Harry looked pointedly at Gregory.



“I’ve never been to church, Harry. It’ll be a new experience. Your team saving me gave me much pause for thought and Dad’s behaviour scares me beyond fright. Draco’s Dad hasn’t learnt either. I was caught by them and they did some unspeakable things, if you know what I mean. One of the jailers was lax and I managed to escape to Blaise’s. I ain\'t too bright, but I can fight, but not on my own.”



Gregory was near to tears; Lavender walked over and hugged him. This seemed to defuse the tension that had built up and a peal of bells reminded them of their destination.



As they were crowding in through the door, Richard took Harry aside. “Will your group be coming for lunch, Harry? If so it will be later, after the crop blessing.”



“We thought we would, thanks for delaying it. There are about twenty of us, I think.”



“No problem. We’ve got the parish marquee up on the Bowling Green. It’s another of those spicy vegetable pies; well, a number of them actually.”



The church was crowded. Samantha tactfully suggested that the Magnet Cottage people might be happier in the unoccupied balcony at the back, so they all trooped up the narrow spiral staircase, almost filling the available seats. There was a high balustrade at the front with pierced decorations. As soon as the first hymn started, there were a few unobtrusive pops as the elfin party arrived. The balustrade allowed the little people to attend hidden behind it, peering out through the piercings.



John’s sermon was based on the parable of the Good Samaritan. The emphasis was on accepting help from people different to the normal everyday folks. The magicians in the balcony got the message loud and clear. Harry caught Samantha, Richard and a few farmers looking at them as John drew to the climax of his oration. The service had been shortened and as the final procession formed up, John signalled for Harry and Draco to join him. They put on the robes they had brought with them and descended the stairs.



Surrounding the village was a wandering footpath, occasionally it was part of a road. It took two and a half hours for a full circumambulation, with stops for bible readings and prayers. John made the final blessing from the lych-gate and the congregation, as one, moved over the square into the Farmers Arms. There were barrels set up for guests to help themselves, so the joyful hullabaloo lasted until teatime. It took time to serve everyone; not that anyone seemed to care as they mingled together. Blaise and Gregory were nonplussed by the mixing of magicians and Muggles, following Harry and Draco round until they became used to the idea.



During the melee Carter came over to Harry. “Richard’s given me this pie and told me to share it with the little people. What shall I do?”



“I hope you thanked him?”



“Of course I did, Master Draco.” Carter looked shocked.



“So? Take it back home and share it.”



Draco and Harry shielded Kreacher from prying eyes whilst he transformed and popped home.



About half-past five a merry band of magicians made it back to Magnet Cottage. Draco assembled them on the upper patio and, once their attention was gained, Harry explained what they intended, saying that he thought a large scale attack might be forthcoming, but avoiding the reason.



A couple of members said it would be difficult to stay because of work commitments the following morning. Blaise and Gregory immediately volunteered to take their places. Ron was next, explaining the logistics and who would cover which sector. Draco explained that they were going to erect a magical, but Muggle invisible, high spire on the church tower, so that there was an upper anchor point for the wards. Hermione took over, going through the various charms needed, and the order in which they were to be implanted.



Draco and Harry took Blaise and Gregory on to the practice ground, showing them the various spells, and allowing them to practice. One or two others came as well just to ensure they were still proficient, Ron and Hermione supervised them.



Dinner was late but over by the time it was dark. Mounted on hastily summoned broomsticks the DA carefully moved out to their positions waiting for the church clock to strike eleven, which would be the sign to commence. Draco and Harry began the spire erection half an hour before that, so that when the first members arrived there the anchor point would be ready. Ron hovered above the spire organising and keeping order ensuring that there was a regular progression of magicians flying in and out. By half-past three on Monday morning the net was complete, only leaving the special Apparating wards to be connected, to enable Toppers Wallow to be available for medallion holders. Kreacher served a reviving punch as each magician came in to land on completion, Neville and Luna took Lavender and Ernie back to the vicarage. A few members Apparated home but most stayed, flopping down on spare mattresses in the bedrooms, or using settees in the living room.



Draco and Harry were totally worn out when they finished connecting the Apparating wards, so they showered quickly and snuggled sleepily.



Luckily Draco’s and Francis’s appointments with Griphook were not until the afternoon so there was time for some recuperation before breakfast at lunch time. The DA was in a playful mood; the practice ground had a game of hex tennis, above that flew those playing Quidditch with a tennis ball, and the pool was full of splashing bodies.



Gregory found Harry at teatime. “Would it be possible to stay here for a few days, please? Blaise was very good offering me a bed, but his place is quite small, if you know what I mean.”



“I have no objections, Gregory. What does Draco say?”



“He asked me to ask you and he said he would abide by your decision.”



“Minerva leaves after dinner, so the room with two beds could be yours.”



“Thank you very much. I’ll tell Blaise he’s rid of me. I think I’ve been inhibiting his love life, as his girlfriend was looking daggers at me a few days ago.”



Draco came back after teatime looking like thunder. “That monster of a father has no thought for anyone but himself,” he shouted, even before Harry could kiss him in greeting. “He had no right to the estate to begin with, as it was legally mine when I became of age. Not only that, but I’ve learnt that there are elves there who will have nowhere to go to when the Muggle consortium takes over.”



“Calm down Draco. You’re their master now. We’ll accommodate them here, at least temporarily. It might help to free Kreacher to take his literacy classes. He says there’s quite a lot of spare elfin accommodation under the eaves. Now give me a proper welcome kiss!”



Kissing over, Draco was still fuming, throwing his decent robes around the bedroom before dressing in something more comfortable. Harry patiently picked up the discarded clothes, putting them back into the wardrobe.



“We’re not booked for anything tomorrow. Why don’t we Apparate there and see what the situation is?” Harry suggested.



“What?” Draco was distracted as he pulled on his jeans. “Bloody hell!”



Harry looked, and saw his partner holding something small in his hand. “What have you done?”



“And these were so comfortable too.”



Harry took the offending object out of Draco’s hand. It was his zipper. “Are they done up?”



“Yes!”



“You’ll be alright until you need to pee. I’m sure Winky can repair them later.”



“It was my own silly fault. I was in a temper and pulled too hard.”



“Never mind that; are we going to see the estate tomorrow?”



“Oh … Well … I suppose I ought to.”



“I said ‘we’ deliberately Lover. I can be there to calm things if you decide to blow up again.”



“Thanks Harry. The way I feel now, I might shout at people who don’t deserve it. Please come, you’ll steady me.”



“That’s what partners are for, Idiot. Grab you broomstick, you and I are going to play tennis ball Quidditch.”



Draco was particularly aggressive, but the DA members made allowances because Harry had told them what was worrying him. By dinnertime he was in a better mood and winning the post-prandial game of wizard chess with Ron put him into a better frame of mind.



In their post coital snuggle, Harry told Draco of Gregory staying and the reasons why.



“I don’t think he’s got any money,” mused Draco.



“Well we can afford to house and feed him while he recovers from whatever torture he was given,” Harry suggested.



“I tried to draw him out, but he mumbled and blushed; most un-Gregory like. He was always reticent about things sexual, maybe that’s it.”



“Possibly our free and easy atmosphere might encourage him to come out of his shell.”



“What Gregory?” Draco chuckled. “You have to be very obvious with him; subtleties are lost on him entirely. If Filtch retired, Gregory would make a good replacement for him.” Draco giggled some more. “Thanks Lover, you’ve put me in a good mood.”



Harry received a big kiss and Draco snuggled down spooning together.