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The Train	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After Hermione had indignantly stalked off, Draco looked amusedly at Green-Eyes.

“I didn’t think you were a diplomat, Harry.”

“I’m not, but I know Hermione is more worried about Winky’s decline than giving the elves clothes.”

“That’s exactly what I meant.”

A couple of butterbeers later and people started to drift off. Many wished Harry, and incidentally Draco, goodnight. Seamus and Dean came over.

“Thanks for being such a sport, Draco,” said Dean: “I think we worked off some of our aggression on you. I’d heard of the theory of catharsis before; now I’ve really experienced it.”

“Mmm … I agree,” from Seamus: “It released a knot in me feelings, I feel calmer now. Goodnight.”

They wished the pair goodnight, after which Harry turned to Draco.

“Your surprising idea seems to be working.”

“It was your idea, first, but I’m not in the mood for arguing, I’m tired. Are you coming?”

“Okay!” Harry gulped down the remains of his Butterbeer and followed the blond through the connection and down the passage into their cabin. The other two had preceded Draco and Harry and were sharing the shower. A few minutes later they appeared with towels around their waists.

“It’s slightly cramped but you can share. There’s a kind of water ration based on the tanks above and the speed that they refill and heat themselves. We like long showers so we pooled together, you can also have them as hot as you like.”

“Well Draco, do you like long showers too?” Harry had started to undress.

“And as hot as possible. So we’re sharing, are we? Will your moral stance allow you?” Draco smirked and started to remove his clothes, however he retained his boxers.

“There’s nothing immoral about sharing a shower. We did in our dorms and after Quidditch in the changing rooms.” Harry had removed everything, as he would have done in the Gryffindor dorm.

Draco inspected the Gryff’s equipment and leered: “Ah yes, but I’m the arch seducer, aren’t I? Nice set!”

Harry looked across to the others and joked: “Do you think I’m safe in there with him? Am I likely to come out with a sensitive prick?”

Michael grinned: “Just yell and we’ll rescue the maiden in distress; whichever one it is.”

“If you groan sexily,” Justin added: “We’ll know you’re enjoying yourselves and pretend not to hear.”

“Fine … How long does the water ration last?”

“Just over five minutes each. I think there are at least two small heating tanks because it runs cold at the end. All you do then is turn the switch-over valve.”

The other two were now starkers and using the towels on their hair and Draco was staring at their wobbly bits. Michael caught Draco ogling, so the blond stared elsewhere.

Michael said: “I had a look earlier, when I was trying out my bunk, there’s a flap that lifts up; four tanks in all, two for the shower, one for the basins and one for the loo. They appear to go out over the corridor ceiling too. You can also twirl the knob on the circular skylight so that it lifts up to let the steam out. There’s one in the loo too, for the stink.”

Draco looked at his nude dorm-mates, shrugged, and removed his boxers before going towards the shower. Harry followed him and carefully closed the sliding door to ensure the watertight seal. Three feet by two feet was a bit of a squash. However, the one nearest the washbasin had a foot more elbow room. Two or three times Draco managed to touch Harry’s privates. Harry was unsure whether it was intentional or accidental, so he made no comment. Instead, he started a discussion about the merits of the possible members of a Quidditch team.

Towards the end of the shower there was a lull in the talk and Draco changed the subject.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to supervise me when Dean and Seamus had me away.”

“I can trust them not to go too far. It was as you said; they were gentlemanly about the process.”

“Hmm … But you enjoyed watching Mike masturbating me … You were touching yourself up as well … Don’t deny it; I saw you and the bulge afterwards.”

“Fine … You did; and I had one … The recompense idea is for those you wronged.”

“Come off it Harry, I played more dirty tricks on you than all the other students put together.”

“But you didn’t sexually assault me, did you?”

“I nearly did, when we were flying tandem escaping the fire.”

“So … One all … I nearly did when Mike had you. Don’t forget Justy has to have his go yet.”

Draco grinned: “I want you holding my hands this time, Harry, but not until tomorrow, please.”

This private conversation stopped, because the second tank of water started to run cold. The two tutors stripped the excess water off their bodies, grabbed the towels which were hanging over the washbasin, and stepped out of the cubicle to dry themselves. They had an audience of two recumbent students. Not that the entertainment lasted long because the tutors were soon in their bunks and had drawn the curtains.

As he adjusted the porthole window at his head Harry wondered why Draco seemed to want a Gryff to observe the Slyth’s sexual downfall. As he settled down, that curiosity turned into a fantasy, where Harry was almost raping a screaming Draco. It was not the first time this had happened. Before; it had been after one of their scuffles and Harry had shrugged it off as being a way to get rid of his aggressive feelings. Maybe he would have worried further about not feeling aggressive, but the manual effort and its satisfying orgasm had him feeling sleepy afterwards.

WEDNESDAY:

In the morning, Harry was enjoying that moment snuggled under the bedclothes before he knew he absolutely had to get up. His curtains were not quite closed and from where he was lying he could see Draco as he descended his steps. He was naked and sported a magnificent example of morning wood. Draco glanced at the lower bunk’s curtains and caught Harry watching.

“Spying on me, were you Potter?” Draco smirked: “Would you like to see it properly?” The Slyth walked over, and drew back Harry’s head bed-curtain, sticking his erection almost into Harry’s face. “Would you like to play with it as well?”

“Um … It’s not my place to do so, Malfoy. You haven’t sexually assaulted me, yet.”

“Does that little adverb imply that you would like me to, Harry?” Draco mock cooed.

“Um … What?” Harry looked perplexed.

“Don’t play all coy with me, Green-eyes. I bet you’ve got a hard-on from ogling me.”

Draco grabbed the corner of Harry’s duvet and whipped it down. Harry had an erection, as Draco had surmised.

“May I touch it?”

“Merlin’s balls, Malfoy, you’re very forward.” Harry schooled his face into a scowl: “It’s hard because I need the toilet, just as yours is. Now go to the loo and pee, so’s I can follow you and get rid of the excess.” Quietly, Harry admitted to himself that there was an attraction, but Dumbledore’s automatic selfless training had kicked in before he really had thought about it.

“I’m not sure I believe you, Harry. Be that as it may, I’ll do as you require. Just remember that I’m available for when you change your mind.” Draco turned and deliberately added more sway to his hips during the ten paces into the loo-cubicle.

Harry noticed the flexing buns and felt his tool give an extra fillip.

Draco came out of the lavatory and noticed Justin leaving the shower-cubicle: “Are we sharing a shower, Harry?”

“You have yours first, I’ll use the loo washbasin to shave.”

As he took his shower, Draco wondered if he had overstepped the mark.

As he shaved, Harry considered whether he ought to let Draco entertain him.

Draco exited the shower and Michael went in. By the time Harry had finished shaving, Michael had cleansed himself. Harry showered whilst Draco spent a lot of time brushing his platinum locks.

When they arrived in the dining saloon the eighth-years found that their tables were labelled so that the girls’ ‘A cabin’ sat opposite the boys’ ‘A cabin’ etc. There was also a pile of schedules awaiting them. Hermione had grabbed them and was handing them out.

“I see I’m tutoring the ‘A’ group of first and second-years this morning,” said Harry

“Hmm … So am I. Are we doing it together? That doesn’t seem right.”

“I have the second-years before the break, do you?”

“No I have the first years then. Ah … I see … We swap.” Draco showed Harry his schedule. We both have double Herbology in the afternoon … look.”

“Um … then we split I’m with Hagrid; you’re with Babbling. That pattern holds good throughout the week … Look. Teaching in the morning and learning in the afternoon. Not Tuesday though, we’re both booked for lesson preparation in the morning.”

“There’s some variation in the afternoons, we have potions together late on Monday afternoons. Oh … And there’s a slot for attending the Friday evening staff meeting, too.”

“Um … And DADA together, late on Thursday afternoons. Time for tutorials is booked?”

“I expect that’s when we take tutorials with our students.”

By this time they were all comparing schedules. Hermione and Draco did ancient Runes and Arithmancy together, Blaise and Harry shared Magical Creatures. After a little discussion it seemed that wherever possible they all were in the same class at the same time. It was just Harry and Draco who were different. After a while it became obvious that Charms and Transfiguration were the subjects reserved for their second year.

“Harry. There are some fat envelopes for you and Draco. They were hiding at the bottom of the pile.”

“Thanks Hermione … Here’s yours, Draco.”

Draco opened his and riffled through the papers: “Teaching schedules, what potions to teach first.”

“I’m doing shield charms first … That’ll give them some protection at least. Oh … Thursday evenings … I’m supervising the duelling club.”

“I have the chess club on Wednesday evenings … Oh; that’s today.”

People were starting to disperse. So, with their noses in their schedules, Harry and Draco walked up to the school and found their classrooms.

Harry arrived at the DADA suite and opened the door. The students were already at their desks and stood as he entered. Harry was taken aback and stopped, surveying the second-years. He only recognised one person, Jeremiah McLaggen, whom he’d met with his older brother in Diagon Alley a couple of times.

“Good morning class!”

“GOOD MORNING TUTOR POTTER.”

“You may sit.”

Harry placed his papers on the desk.

“I will want to test you on your shield charms and check that the others you were supposed to learn last year, actually were learned … … … … … …”

Draco arrived at the Potions laboratory and found his class waiting outside. He fumbled in his folder and found the key, unlocking the door and allowing his class to enter. There was some shuffling as the first-years sorted themselves out.

“I’m Tutor Malfoy, and you will be with me for the next four years. You are here to learn the basics about potion making. Some of you will go on to greater things and some of you will find this hard-going. Not to worry, I will help you succeed if at all possible. Potions are a form of magic that could be called medicines, but they go much further than that. For instance … … … … … … …”

Draco and Harry met during coffee break. They both were a little late owing to clearing up their notes etc.

“Well … How did it go, Harry?”

“Those bloody Carrows taught the aggressive hexes and nothing about shields. I’m starting from scratch again. At least they know about ‘Flourish, Incantation and Intention’. What were your lot like?”

“I did start from scratch. Three of them had parents in the trade, so that made things a little easier. Two of them blew up their cauldrons, luckily the potion wasn’t harmful. They learned ‘Scourgify’ mainly from watching me clear up the mess. Take them through ‘F. I. I.’ please, not all of them got it right. All the Goblins did, they’re very eager. Ganymede Griphook is one of them.”

“He’s Gallus Griphook’s son. You met him, that ill-fated day at the Manor. He’s the goblin who helped us to find a Horcrux. Kingsley’s schedule says ‘F. I. I.’ is first. Thanks, I’ll use ‘Scourgify’ as a basis and then move towards a simple shield.”

The bell rang and two tutors, gown-tails flying went to see their students.

Lunchtime, Harry sat next to Draco: “I had a couple of elves sitting in my class, did they come to yours?”

“No … I imagine the new equality legislation will allow them to learn.”

“They said wanted to defend their new homes whenever they were allocated to them … What does that mean?”

“They’re probably ones whose families have been wiped out. Hogwarts acts as a clearing house for disenfranchised elves.”

“They could learn healing potions with you on that basis.”

“Hmm … So they could … Let’s just clear it with McG first.”

They went together to see the Headmistress. She called her Reeve-elf.

“Tutor Potter has been teaching two elves about shields.”

“Yes Headmistress. Did you not want them to learn?”

“Far from it; you must encourage those of the right age to join in. And in any other subject that would be suitable, too. Tutor Malfoy is willing to teach them healing potions.”

“Very well, Headmistress, I will do that. There are only about six eleven-year olds in the dispossessed. Could we allow some from the slightly older staff to attend also?”

“But of course we must.”

Harry and Draco went off to be students for the afternoon, sharing a double desk for the first half. After tea all four of them went to their cabin.

“All right,” started Draco: “Justy it’s your turn now.”

“Perhaps, but we have homework to do, play comes later.”

“It’ll be much later because I’m supervising the chess club.”

“We’re attending, are you Harry?”

“No, I’m working on some experimental shields in the DADA suite.”

“I’ll be experimenting with potions when Harry has his duelling club … I think it would be unwise to attend that.”

“Good thinking Draco, lots of people would want to hex you.” Justin grinned at him: “Looks as though you’re off the hook tonight then.”

“Sh-h-h, I’m trying to concentrate,” came from Michael, at one of the tables.

That was a sign for all of them to focus on their homework, so they did. It wasn’t entirely without chatter, but it was about the lessons more than anything else.

THURSDAY:

The daytime went very much like the previous day. Only this time it was the ‘B’ sets of first and second years. There was a smattering of elves attending as well.

That evening was when Harry had to supervise the duelling club and he had two surprise volunteers to help him; Neville and Blaise. He went back to his cabin after the long evening session to leave his kit. There he found Draco lying on Harry’s bed, dressed only in his boxers, ashen faced and quivering. Harry’s caring concern was immediately awakened.

“What’s wrong Draco? Has someone attacked you? How can I help?”

“I’m just recovering from another double session, that’s all.”

Harry issued an ‘Episkey’ from his wand and Draco stopped shaking. Then Harry asked: “Who was it with? They shouldn’t have taken it so far as to injure you.”

“Thanks for your concern, Harry, but they didn’t injure me; although your healing charm has helped my recovery.”

“Then why were you in such a state?”

“They went a little further than I expected, that’s all.”

Harry looked dangerous and demanded harshly: “Tell me?”

“Only if you promise no retribution or hard words.”

The two mages stared at one another steely eyed.

Eventually Harry sighed: “Fine, I’ll not be angry with them.”

“I should hope not, they were only returning what I did to them after all.”

“So tell me, please?”

“Hmm … It was Terry and Zack, the two who share with Dean and Seamus. They intimated that they would like to play with me and so I agreed to go along with them.”

“Oh … I suppose that that was when my two friends were attending the duelling club.”

“Yes, that’s right; their cabin would be free for the assignation. As before I said I was willing to pay the price for my misdeeds and I put up no resistance when they stripped me completely. Zack sent a tying hex which fixed me upright to the wall and then the two of them took turns to arouse me almost to boiling point. Leaving off just before I ejected. Merlin, that was painful, arousing and debilitating. Part of me enjoyed it and another part howled in unfulfilled completion. Look, even the thought of it has aroused me.” Draco pointed to the shiny purple knob pushing out of his boxer flies.

Harry stared at it and felt his own arousal growing. He shook himself trying to will the thought away and/or place his cock into a more comfortable position. He succeeded in the last, but was unable to school his mental response.

Draco noted what was happening and decided to tempt the Gryff a little further.

“Merlin, I’m getting all worked up, even now. Do you fancy finishing me off?” Draco used his hands to slide the boxers down, arching his body in the process and moving his right hand in a crawl towards a blond pubic area.

The temptation almost worked, because Harry’s fingers imagined what it would be like to crawl up the blond’s thighs in order to grip his appendage and pump it. Again his Gryffindor principles came into play: “Do I take it that they didn’t finish you off?”

Draco was now stroking himself gently: “Your statement is erroneous; they did bring me off twice, in fact. It was only when they were recommencing a third session that I realised things might be getting out of hand.”

Harry’s eyes were watching Draco wanking himself: “So what happened then?”

“Sean and Seamus returned from the club.” Draco gave a little sigh of pleasure.

“Yes they were knocked out in the penultimate round and left.” A transfixed Harry saw a bead of pre-cum ooze out of Draco’s meatus.

“Hmm … They were perfect gentlemen again and stopped the other two taking the abuse even further. They undid the tying hex and helped me back here to our cabin. I was shaking all over.” Draco paused to arch his back and growl sexily.

Harry was unable to tear his eyes away from the purple prick and its pearly emissions and felt his own paraphernalia react in the same way.

Draco sighed: “That’s better … Tergeo! I suppose that’s why I was quivering when you came in – unfulfilled lust.” He winked slyly at the Gryff.

Harry realised that Draco’s cleansing charm had also worked upon the mess inside his pants. It had not, however, reduced the erection hidden therein. “Do you feel up to climbing into your bunk now, or shall I sleep up there tonight?”

“You’d prefer your own bunk, wouldn’t you? I think I’d favour my own too. Perhaps you would like to help me mount the steps.” Draco looked crafty, not that the Gryff clocked it; he was still staring at the Slyth’s dick and wrestling with his conscience.

Harry nodded his assent. Just what Draco hoped for. Draco rose and exaggerated his wobbly legs, so that Harry stood close and hugged him. In getting out of Harry’s bunk Draco managed an exploratory grope, still finding Harry hard. Harry gasped, but was unable to draw back because he was against the wall.

“I’m supposed to be helping you to go to bed. Not helping you to invade my privacy.”

Draco gave another rub to the stiff Gryff pole: “I’d only be invading you if I unzipped you and exposed your throbbing flesh. You’re still very turned on, aren’t you?”

“Gerroff, Malfoy, that’s not part of the deal.” Harry managed to slide sideways and the blond’s gripping digits lost contact.

Draco smiled knowingly and allowed the suggestive tip of his tongue to appear, wiggling between his lips. Harry saw this and shuddered. He left go of Draco, shot into his bed and closed the curtains securely. Draco added points to his seduction score as he heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being drawn down hastily. By the time he had reached the safety of his own bed he felt the cleansing force of another Tergeo which mopped-up the perspiration that he had developed. That added ten more points.

Harry was furious with himself for being aroused by Draco’s importuning and took it out on his erring member. So much so, that a rapid fruition took place. As he lay in post coital relaxation Harry’s imagination envisaged two small figures having a battle. One was a female angel with bushy hair who metamorphosed into a devil and back, alternately. The other was a fair-haired devil, who looked really angelic when he was in that alternative guise. He enjoyed watching the fight but was unable to decide which one he truly wanted to support. Among the audience was a red-haired female who, for support, clung on to a male figure suspiciously looking like Lee Jordan.

‘So that’s who Ginny prefers,’ he thought: ‘Ah well … at least that wipes the slate clean. It’s not as if I were drawn to her anymore.’ Harry snoozed for a time.

He was awoken by Justin shaking him: “Harry you can’t go to sleep fully clothed. Mike and I are going to take a shower; will you two be following us?”

“Thanks Justin, I was recovering and must have snoozed off.”

“I enjoyed the duelling club, thanks Harry. I can understand that keeping us all in order could be quite wearing.”

Harry did not volunteer what had really exhausted him: “Thanks, I’ll be compos-mentis by the time you two have had your shower.”
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