Toppers Wallow

Whilst Harry and Draco were having breakfast, Billy called in.



“Harry … Err … I hope you don’t mind … Err …”



“Don’t mind what, Billy?”



“I think I’d like to base myself at Woodyates, once it becomes legally ours. There’s a lot to do, and more room for storing stuff. I’d continue to look in here when you’re away of course, but with Kreacher’s army of helpers the need isn’t as acute, is it?”



“No, I suppose not. Does that mean you won’t be using your flat?” Harry looked enquiringly.



“Yes! Cole and I will have a room together at the farm, so it will become vacant.”



“What brought this on?” Draco asked.



“We’ve been notified that the trial is tomorrow and that if they are convicted we can sign up the legalities immediately afterwards.”



“That’s funny. I wonder why we haven’t been asked to attend.”



“Francis says your depositions are enough, and there are other non-related charges being dealt with at the same time. We’re needed to identify those who tortured us, more than anything. By the way, he’s got the trio a good compensation deal too. Thanks Draco; following your advice, we gave Francis the Ministry’s second offer and he’s almost doubled it.”



“Will he be there when you sign the lease documents, Billy?”



“Yes thanks, Draco; he went through them with us on Monday morning, when you lot were still snoring your heads off. What were you all doing in the middle of the night?”



“You remember me putting up wards round the cottage?”



“Yes, Harry.”



“Well, we’ve done the same for the whole parish. One or two have been slightly altered so that they only exclude strangers who have our talents, but allow Muggles in. Then we will include those we trust by giving them a medallion; like the one you used when you went to Diagon Alley.”



“That was fun, I enjoyed it greatly. So the whole village is guarded.”



“Yes, and all the farms too, including Woodyates.”



“Thanks for taking the news so well, Harry. I was a bit worried about telling you. I felt I was letting you down.”



“Not really, you’ll still be around. We’ll be back most weekends so we’ll see you at church and afterwards for lunch at Richard’s pub etc.”



“Did you know that the property that was old Bill’s is up for sale, It’s between here and Woodyates fields. He worked it as a fish farm and had a paintball range in the extensive woodland. He had a heart attack, probably caused by worry, his sons want him to sell up, so he can go and live with them in Norwich.”



“Really? Don’t tell me our trio are trying to run before they can walk.”



“No, but it’d make a nice swathe of land to own, wouldn’t it?”



Draco and Harry said goodbye to most of their friends, because they would have gone home by the time the trip to Scotland was over. Blaise looked relieved when told that Gregory would be staying on, but asked if he could come over at the weekend.



“I’ve got a Muggle girlfriend, and Gregory’s been cramping my style. Are you sure you don’t mind him staying here? Maybe you’ll get him to talk about what happened, he trusts you, Draco. I get the feeling it was something sexual. Whenever Gilda and I were smooching, he used to get really uptight. In a bed-sit, it’s difficult to be private. See you on Sunday.”



Seamus and Dean asked to stay a little longer.



“Kreacher’s asked us ter alter the entrance to the elfin quarters. It will make the double bunk room into a single; Dean found two spare leprechaun sets of bathroom fittings at the Fortress, so your elfin army could have more suitable ablution facilities,” Seamus explained.



“Kreacher tells us you may be bringing some more house-elves here too.” Dean supported his partner.



“Have you talked this over with Billy?”



“Yes Harry, he sees no problem.”



“Okay, Minerva uses the double bunk room usually so making it into a single won’t affect her. Will you disturb Gregory?”



“A little, but he’s happy for it ter go ahead. We can put a small window in the room as well; it will overlook the practice area. The room will then be quite presentable and we will have better than decent elfin quarters too.”



Hermione was hovering, listening in. “Harry, what a good idea; that nest that Kreacher had at Grimmauld Place was horrible.”



“Yes … Well … Our attitudes have changed, haven’t they? I know mine have.” Draco smiled deprecatingly. “C’mon Harry, we’ll be late. You two can show us what you’ve done when we come back.”



The duo Apparated to Draco’s estate.



“Bloody hell! It’s enormous!” Draco stared at the pile surrounding them.



They stood in the gravel forecourt of a multi-angular baronial tower-house. Tower-house was too minute a description. There were dozens of grey steep roofs, scores of corbelled conical turrets sticking out at the corners, hundreds of arched windows and a set of unprotected steps leading up to the first floor entrance.



“It looks like a film set,” remarked Harry.



“I think I came here once, when I was about six. Father doesn’t like this kind of architecture or the damp Scottish weather. He said he’d had enough of it at Hogwarts to last him a lifetime.”



“Is that why he gave it to you?”



“No! Francis and Griphook said it was left to me by a distant uncle, who didn’t like my father.”



“Someone with a good conscience and admirable taste, no doubt,” Harry surmised.



“I don’t really remember him. Come on; we’d better go in, instead of gawping like naff tourists.”



“May I help you?” A formidable woman dressed in black bombazine challenged the pair as they opened the door. She had a chatelaine of keys hanging from her waist.



“I’m Draco Malfoy, this is Harry Potter.”



“Oh, I see.” A transformation took place and an old house-elf stood there. “I’m Dorothy. Welcome Masters! Have you come to take possession, it’s a long time since a Duindhu came here. Mr Potter, what an honour to have you as a guest.”



“Thank you Dorothy. Please can you explain about Duindhu?”



“Of course Mr Potter. Duindhu is the family name of Master Draco’s Uncle Travis. Ernestina Duindhu, his sister, was Abraxas Malfoy’s wife.”



“So Draco is the present Master?”



“Yes Mr Potter. Not that we’ve had a master in residence for a long time. I had heard a lot about you from my son, you know. He went to Malfoy Manor to better himself, so he thought. He was overjoyed when you freed him; he cared a lot about you. I suppose that his last sacrifice was inevitable. I should like to see his grave some day.”



“So you are Dobby’s mother. He was very faithful; I will take you to see his grave if you like. I dug it in a quiet dell not so far from the sea and its surrounded by flowers.”



“I should like that, but I need the master’s permission to leave. When Dobby was younger he used to like the woods overlooking the sea-loch, he’d bring me back bunches of wild flowers sometimes, too.” Dorothy looked very sombre.



“Dorothy, you have my permission to visit your son’s grave.” Draco looked at the house-elf sympathetically. “However could you put the excursion off for a few days, please?”



“You sound just like old Master Travis, he was always polite; not like your father, he was obnoxious and rude; not that we saw him much, thank Merlin.”



“Yes I agree about my father. He’s been brash again, I’m afraid. That’s why Harry and I came here; to see if we can sort things out. Could you assemble all the estate’s elves for me? I wish to talk to all of you all.”



“Yes of course, Master Draco. Would you like to come into the morning room, I’ll have my other son Dochart serve you coffee whilst I round up the others.”



Dorothy led the way showing them the dining room and ballroom on the route.



“I remember this ballroom, it seems like a dream. Lots of people in kilts, a piper, and an accordion band. Everything seemed to glitter.”



“That would be Master Travis’s hundred and fiftieth birthday, you were but a toddler then, and I was in my prime, helping my father. Both of them died three years later in a boating accident on the loch … Oh well … I suppose I’d better get the others.”



Draco sat and told Harry about the disjointed rememberings which had been awoken. Snippets of memories; of hide and seek in the garden, of glittering parties, of big four-poster beds smelling of crushed heather, of stags and seals; all recounted from a six year-old’s viewpoint.



“Excuse me Masters, I’m Dochart, which one of you is my master, please.”



“I’m Draco, of the Duindhu line, this is Harry my partner; he’s a Potter.”



“Where would you like the tray Master Draco?”



“Just here will do nicely, thank you, Dochart.”



“Master Harry, Dobby told me so much about you. Shame he’s dead, but he wanted so much to save you. My ma says we’re all to come here as you want to meet us, I hope it’s good news, my ma’s been moping a bit since she heard of Dobby’s death.”



“It’s news of change, Dochart; some will be bad, and from that will grow something new, I hope.” Harry smiled wanly.



“Like: Dobby saved Master Harry, and he in turn killed Voldemort, and that led to the new charter of rights, do you mean?”



“Yes! Something like that, but more personal.” Draco looked very grave.



“Master Draco. I’m eleven and Ma want’s me to go to school, but she says I need your permission.”



“Can you read and write?”



“Erm … Only a bit … Does that mean I can’t go?”



“No. We found many elves who are not literate, so we’re putting on special classes, that’s all.”



“So I can go, please?”



“Of course, not that you’ll be far from us, because Harry is teaching DADA and I’m the potions tutor.”



“Oh wicked! Can my two mates Kenneth and Monach come as well? We’re all of the same age.”



“We’ll see.”



Before Dochart could push his luck further, Dorothy returned with the other house-elves.



“Masters, this is my spouse, Denison; he helps round the house and repairs things. Knox and Kellie are partners and Kenneth is their son, they work in the gardens. Murdoch is our forester and this is his son Monach. These make up the entire household, but one. She’s out on the loch in a boat.”



The elves bowed to each of the magicians in turn.



“I’m Draco Malfoy and my mate is Harry Potter. Will you all sit down please?”



The elves looked diffident and sat on the edges of the hardest seats.



“Three or four days ago I learnt three new things. First, that I was master of this estate and had been for about six months. Second, that I was responsible for a household of elves. Third, that my father had sold the estate to a consortium of Muggles, who plan to make it into an hotel. This means that I will have to find you some other magical estate to serve. Fortunately, my partner has a solution; at least it will ensure you have a home for the time being, although it will not be here.” Draco looked at Harry.



“We need to find out what skills you have,” Harry continued, “So that we can redeploy you in useful surroundings. I believe three of you would like to attend Hogwarts as first-years, which will be no problem as both of us are taking up teaching posts there. We are putting on an extra course in literacy in order to help those who have difficulty with letters. Knox and Kellie, you are gardeners, but of what kind?”



“We have half and acre of flower garden, Master; but most of our energies go into the three acre vegetable garden and a six acre orchard. Until recently we’ve been supplying the Manor with fresh fruit and vegetables. We’d like our son to go to school, please.”



“Thank you. Now Murdoch, what does a forester do?”



“I manage the moors and woodlands, keeping untoward growths at bay, a few years ago I used to breed capercaillie for the season, but no one comes any longer. We have an extensive warren which I look after and Master Travis had various magical wild plants which I tended, as well. I would also like Monach to attend Hogwarts, if that were possible, please?”



“Good.” Harry looked at Draco.



“Dorothy and Denison, I’m familiar with the work of house-elves, so you needn’t go into any description, thank you. Do you approve of your son being offered a place at our magical academy?”



“Yes please, Master Draco.”



“Very good! They can all attend. Master Harry owns a small estate in England. No grand house, I’m afraid, but there will be reasonable accommodation for you.” Draco looked at Harry. “What about Woodyates?”



Whilst Harry was pondering, another breathless house-elf appeared.



“Sorry Masters, I was out on the boats fishing.”



“Forgiven, but who are you?” Draco looked slightly bemused.



“Oh! I’m Marianne, Monach’s older sister and Murdoch’s daughter; I help out with anything going. I’ve caught some lovely fish, which I thought would last us for a couple of days. With two masters to serve, I’ll go out tomorrow again.”



“You may not need to, Daughter. It seems we are to move.”



“Do you like fishing, Marianne?”



“Yes Master, and gardening, and looking after animals, when Master Travis was here we had some stew-ponds, they were good too.”



“Draco, could we afford Bill’s farm between us? We could get the trio and Billy to front for us, and the elves to help out.”



“We’ll have more than enough capital, I’d rather have it in property it’s a good market, and if you four could break into Gringott’s then I’m sure the Master could. I bet he’ll start plotting it as soon as he knows about the money on Thursday.”



“If the legalities are sorted maybe I should buy Woodyates and we’ll run the three properties as one, with the boys fronting up the Muggle side and us the magical one. Interest is all right, but as you said before, I’d like to make my money work for me; possibly Gringott’s isn’t as safe as it used to be.” Harry’s look was speculative.



Draco looked at the elves. “We think we have the possibility of an estate which you can work on. Harry already owns a wood that has many magical plants in it. Elder Kreacher needs help domestically, because he will be running the elfin literacy classes. We have four Muggle friends who are trying to resuscitate a semi derelict farm as a market garden plus some stock. They know about us magical people. In between the two properties there is a fish farm for sale, so that will take in some of Marianne’s, skills, if we can buy it.”



Harry came out of his daydream. “Draco, that paintball wood, could we adapt it for magical combat training?”



“Mmm … Well … There’s an idea. I think I’ll floo Francis when we get back.”



“Okay I’ll chat the foursome up see what they think of me owning Woodyates, instead of the Ministry renting it to them.”



Draco turned to the house-elves. “Look; I’m sorry for what my father did. To say the least he had no right to sell the estate. However we can, with a little bit of luck; offer you some gainful employment suiting your assorted skills, plus a comfortable home. If you wish to be given clothes, then I’ll give them to you. If not, this place will be full of Muggles on Friday morning and you had better come to Magnet Cottage.”



A chorus of, “WE DON’T WANT CLOTHES, MASTERS,” greeted Draco’s words. “WE’LL COME WITH YOU.”



“Okay, perhaps you’d like to Apparate with us after lunch and see what we’re offering, before you finally decide. Knox and Kellie, would you show us round your gardens please. Perhaps some your fish for lunch, Marianne?”



“I think I’ll go with Murdoch, Draco. I’d like to see his magical plants and see what could be transplanted. Were Neville and Luna staying on? They ought to have a look, too. Dorothy, could you and Denison draw up a list of heirlooms and precious Duindhu relics that ought to be preserved? Trying, if possible, to put them in some sort of order from ‘must have’ to ‘well maybe if there’s room’, please? If necessary we could store them in our London house. Maybe a couple of Duindhu portraits for the Hogwarts flat, Draco’s uncle sounds like a good man to have around.”



“That’s him and his dogs, when he was younger.” Denison pointed over the mantelpiece. The portrait smiled at them, giving them the thumbs-up.



Draco was impressed by the industry of the gardeners. Harry had some tentative discussion with Murdoch about a combat ground, as well as finding four or five species of magical plant that he did not have in his own wood. Lunch was a success; the fresh caught salmon was delicious and so were the new potatoes, straight from ground to pot and thence to table.



The Apparation took place, firstly to Grimmauld Place, to look at storage facilities, and then to Magnet Cottage to inspect the new elfin apartments.



“Those are for us? Are you quite sure?” Dorothy was over the moon about their personal areas. “Much better than we had at the estate; separate male and female bathrooms too.”



“I don’t mind sharing with the other boys,” said Murdoch. “We have much more space here. Marianne’s chuffed to bits; she took to Hyacinth almost immediately. May we go and look at your wood, please?”



Harry and Murdoch walked through the secret passage, and had an hour’s stroll looking at plants and discussing what would enhance their environment. They had a quick look at the adjoining property, using a couple of public paths. When Harry saw a Muggle walking towards them, Murdoch transformed into a gillie, complete with kilt and straggly ginger beard.



“Hello, you must be Mr Potter, my dada told me about you. Thinking about buying, are you?”



“Well it had crossed my mind.”



“We want to make a quick sale, otherwise Dada will go back on his word to come and live with us. He’s too old to run this by himself, but he’s a stubborn old bugger. These are the agents who are acting for us.” Old Bill’s son gave Harry a card.



“Much depends on the price, you know; and the use we could put to it. Maybe you could show us round?”



“I’d be glad to. Dada would be pleased; he was telling me about green men and how you were keeping the old traditions going.”



The guided tour was very thorough. Harry was impressed by the questions Murdoch asked and the answers he received. Harry did some quick calculations, thousands of pounds into hundreds of galleons, and reckoned that Draco could afford the present asking price easily and have a more than reasonable amount left over. Not that he said anything to Old Bill’s son.



It was still warm, so Harry and Murdoch walked over to Woodyates, just catching the boys when Hyacinth served them tea. Introductions over, Harry shared the ideas that Draco and he had though about. Murdoch, in elfin form, popped away to find Knox and Kellie, soon returning with them and Marianne. Again Harry did a conversion calculation and found that he could well afford to buy Woodyates. In discussion, the trio felt it would be to their advantage to be employed, rather than be owners. Three Muggle workers and four elfin ones soon became embroiled in building farming castles in the air. Harry sat back and enjoyed their enthusiasm, realising that he had to be mature and not let things get too much out of hand.



Before dinner, the new elves said they were delighted with the prospects and would like to stay. So, after the repast, sitting round the table, a general conference took place. Harry and Draco were to pursue the acquiring of the properties. The Muggle foursome were happy to be the front men. The house-elves would work as a team; Kreacher was to have oversight, but with teaching duties as well. Phealey and Pullet were to become assistants to Harry and Draco. Dorothy would be responsible for the estate domestics with Marianne as a helper. Winky would be in her beloved kitchen with Hyacinth as a partner. Knox, Kellie and The Muggle trio would develop both farms. Murdoch would look after the magical plants and devise a combat area in Milkwood Farm. The five students would help out as and when their homework would allow. Harry thought about asking Gregory if he would like to become resident magician, as the wards would need supervising. They shared the list of special items and agreed where to draw the line for storage purposes. At the end of the meeting, the estate elves popped back to Scotland to begin preparing for their departure and the removal of precious objects.



Draco and Harry joined the others at the poolside. As there was time to have a swim before retiring, Harry and Draco stripped off and jumped in. Dean giggled and did the same, so Seamus followed suit. The four Muggles were game; that left Gregory on the poolside.



“Come on Greg, we won’t bite.” Seamus teased.



“Err … Oh … Um …” Gregory blushed and looked awkward.



“You don’t have to strip naked if you don’t want to.” Draco said encouragingly.



“Well … Err … I need some swimming shorts. I didn’t know you had a pool.”



“Master Gregory, will these do?” A nude Phealey held up the said garment as Pullet jumped in the water followed by Bobby and Robbie, also in the buff.



“Thanks Phealey.”



Under a towel Gregory put on the trunks. Harry and Draco managed to warn the others quietly not to make an issue of what happened.



Nevertheless, Seamus was in a randy mood and tried to play with everyone’s cock. Draco and Harry realised what was happening and encouraged the others to surround Seamus, which they did. With that number of hands trying to tickle his tackle, he soon became very hard. They forced him into the shallow end where his engorged erection was exposed to everyone. Hands held him steady whilst a game of seven-strokes was played; the winner was the one who made him ejaculate. The prize was his bum for the night. With their various techniques he was kept on the edge for nearly twenty minutes, as each person’s artifice was different. All the magicians and Muggles had pulled his plonker for at least one go, but seven manipulations were not quite enough to bring him to the boil. Harry had him bucking when he used his thumb; Draco had a forefinger modus operandi which brought forth a series of gasps. Gregory was very light fingered and had Seamus screaming with lust, but it was Dean who knew how to bring his partner to a swearing climax.



By that time everyone was feeling hot so a game of tackle-tag started. Sexual mayhem took over in the pool, so the elves wisely retired, but Pullet and Phealey watched the proceedings from a safe distance. They enjoyed the procession of purple pricks, as their owners tried to avoid being caught. More than one of the young adults paid a creamy forfeit to someone who was not his normal partner. Somewhere in the prurient plashing playing, Gregory’s shorts went missing, but he was too worked up to notice.



Harry was had by Wash and then went on to play with Billy; all of them succumbing to their libidos. Draco managed to have Gregory, who screamed as he shot his load. The background noise was manic so his voice was drowned in the laughter, grunts and howls of joy.



“Thanks for that Draco. I’ve been so uptight about sex since your papa and mine used their wands on me. I don’t think I would have dared ask anyone, but the general madness turned me on so much that I forgot my hang-ups. I don’t think I’m really gay, but I was getting desperate, when I tried to do it myself I froze and went soft, you know what I mean.”



“We occasionally have a mad time like this, but we usually swim au nature, next time, try to overcome your fears, it’ll probably help. Mostly nothing sexual happens; we’re more decorous when the girls are around; although Hermione quite often swims topless. You can tell us what happened one day, that might help too. Harry got the three Muggles to overcome their inhibitions, after they’d been hexed sexually, so he would understand, if you wanted to tell him.”



“I’m not sure I could tell yet, least not without breaking down. This Goyle hasn’t cried since he was eight.” Gregory said the last with a sense of pride.



“Greg! I’ve cried on Harry’s shoulder quite recently. Marcus did all kinds of things to my balls too. Somehow, being able to tell and cry about it loosed the tightness I had inside me. I know; when we went round at school, we played tough nuts; bullying those younger than us, and deliberately provoking the Gryffindors. Now I’ve got to know Harry deeply, he’s allowed the caring side of me to break out. Oh, I can still be snide and sneaky, but somehow I\'ve found out that even that can be put to good use too. Never mind about the manly swagger, let your loving side have an outing too. Find someone who you feel safe with and let it all hang out.”



“I’ve just done that!” Gregory smirked dirtily. “I’m still defensive, aren’t I? I never imagined you’d cry, or get caught either. I’ll not tell, not just yet, but I will look for a dry shoulder in a bit, it might well be yours. If you know what I mean.”



The hullabaloo had died down; satiated partners re-joined and wandered off bed-wards. Harry was hanging around, just out of earshot with two fluffy towels ready.



“Thanks for lending me Draco, Harry. I think he’s started me on the healing path. You must tell me how you helped the three Muggles, but not now; I’m feeling tired and shaky.”



Gregory gave the two a side-hug and went upstairs.



“What was that all about?” Harry asked as they climbed into bed.



“He’s been totally celibate, caused by the fear of what my nauseous father and his own equally nasty father did to him. Our little orgy got him so worked up that I was able to make him cum, then he unwound slightly, so I told him you’d helped the trio in similar circumstances. I offered our dry shoulders, told him I’d cried on yours and that it had helped.”



“Thanks for the compliment, Lover. It’d be nice if you were the healer this time, but I’ll be ready if he wants to tell all.”



“Good old dependable Harry. What would the wizarding world do without you?” To take the sting out of his tartness, Draco immediately hugged Harry and gave him a companionable kiss.



“Trust a Slytherin to make me feel mushy and then whip the rug from under my feet.” Harry returned the kiss. “Hey Lover let’s snuggle, I don’t think I’ve got a drop of jism left.”



“My feeling exactly! I think we ought to go to that trial tomorrow, then go and see if Griphook’s got any goblins for the mirror charm class.”



“Mmm … Yes … Come here … Mmm … Lovely.”