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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(More solo and mutual masturbation, some under duress)
~~~ EXPLANATION ~~~
When the prefect asked them about first-years practicing magic Hermione was the one to answer:
"There are many answers to that. First, the people making it must have absolute trust in each other. Second, there must be both yin and yang in the make-up of the trio. Third, they must have practiced the interlock charm together many times ..."
"... Which Hermione invented ..." said Seamus
"... and Harry perfected ..." added Dean
Hermione scowled at the interruption: "... Fourth, it is an adaptation of one of the many charms that protect Hogwarts. Fifth, it has both outward and inward repelling elements. Sixth, thus any magic inside is not detectable outside and only a very serious assault from outside can disturb it. Seventh, it resembles a ball which tends to make any thaumic waves bend around it and so is almost invisible. Eighth, we think that includes the traces the Ministry has on us. And Ninth: we are on a train full of mages, so some leaking of magic is almost bound to happen."
Sherborne smiled: "You've got it all sewn up, haven't you?"
Harry looked slightly cross: "I wish we had. Every time Hermione develops a theory and I sort how to do it. Something else unexpected grows out of it ... Um ... Blaise ... Um ... Part of that protection I put on you has made you part of us in some way. We're not sure how it works, but you will feel it if one of us is in trouble and, vice-versa, we'll feel it when you are."
Blaise chuckled: "That seems to be a good side effect. I was wondering how to repay your kindness. So, count me in when you need help."
"Does that include me now?" Sherborne asked.
"Probably not, because Ron held you in suspension. It seems to be part of the protective charm I had to cast on Blaise."
"Obviously, because you were here, you know about it," added Dean: "And, we suppose, that if you wanted help and asked one of us, the others might feel the call. Not that we've tried that experiment yet. Now Blaise there are some charms you must learn. Harry will teach you, the first is the interlocking one ..."
"... I think I'll leave you first years to your learning, if you don't mind. If I can find three people I can fully trust," Sherborne pulled a doubtful frown: "I will be back." He quietly opened the compartment door and departed.
Blaise got up and closed the door after the prefect. As he turned around the cloaks fell open and revealed his nakedness.
Hermione giggled: "Harry, before you do that, maybe we should retrieve his clothes."
"Fine!" He looked at the others and held three fingers up. Finger one folded, then finger two, finally finger three and a combined: "ACCIAMUS BLAISE'S EFFECTS!" rang out.
Blaise raised his eyebrows and Ronald replied: "That way the trace is muddled, we think. We've done that a few times outside and not received any black edged envelopes yet.”
Then they were deluged by Blaise's effects. He scowled as they came in, piece by piece: "I think they've been searching through my luggage as well." Then he felt a slight magical tug of interrogation: "You're all asking for what, aren't you? That's an odd feeling."
Dean nodded: "Yes, and you'll have to get used to them."
Blaise smiled gently: "I'm holding the family jewellery; much of it is heirlooms. My rapacious mother is running out of cash, so she asked Theo's father - who was her lover for a short time - to see if he could force me to give them up. Well ... we all know Theo's fixation on torturing our privates, don't we? He worked some of the less scrupulous Slyths to attack me, strip me and search me. Then when they couldn't find them he grabbed my balls and made me hard, the painful way. He encouraged the others to maul me as well." Blaise shuddered and looked pained: "When that didn't work, he threatened me with that curse and then when I remained recalcitrant applied it." Blaise grinned and shrugged: "I decided then that I'd better make a diversion. So, being very familiar with the jewellery case, I conjured up its image and clutched it to me. The greedy ones fell for the ruse and started squabbling among themselves. That gave me a brief respite, so I grabbed the image back and ran for it."
Seamus giggled: "Do you want the image back. I put a trace on it." He held out a very solid looking leather case towards the tanned Slyth.
Blaise's mouth fell open: "Erm ... Oh dear ... Erm ... That's the real thing ... Erm ... Thank you very much."
Seamus chuckled: "That's another bit of our bonding. No false secrets. I felt you were hiding something as soon as Harry applied the protect-charm; so, I added some more wrapping-charms ..."
"... They're called concealing-charms, Seamus ..."
"Okay Herms ... whatever ... they still hide things. I held the parcel in suspension as the charm worked inside you, but it insisted on unwrapping itself when we accioed your things, including your wrappings too. We think that although we can see it no-one else outside can. It's happened with other less important things too. A bit like a quidditch quaffle, we can throw them around to the team, so the opponents can't get them."
"Oh!" Blaise was silent and did not take the jewellery case from Seamus. Eventually he chuckled: "That’s an extremely expensive quaffle you're holding then. Worth about fifty million galleons, I think."
"Why isn't it in a Gringotts vault?" Hermione looked puzzled.
"Because Blaise's mum has the keys," blurted Ronald.
"How did you know?"
"Just a bond feeling, Blaise, nothing more."
"Oh!" Blaise was silent for a minute or two: "Hermione's vault it is then," he whispered, shaking his head: "I agree, Harry's would be where they'd expect it to be." He shook his head again and looked extremely bemused.
Harry leaned over and placed his hands on Blaise’s temples: "He's going to become our Receptor, Guys. Great, we've known we needed one. Have you realised that we were not all touching each other?"
Blaise looked puzzled: "What's a Receptor?"
"A human telephone exchange, Blaise."
"I'm no wiser, Herms. What's a telephone exchange?"
"Sorry, I was using a muggle concept. Muggles use telephones, worked by electricity - a sort of muggle magic - They talk into one and, many miles away, another muggle hears them. Quite often it is impossible to connect the two directly. So, muggle number one asks the telephone exchange to connect him to muggle number two and then they can talk. Well ... It's still a theory I was developing ... but we seem to be able to send messages between us, but they aren't very clear. I should put that in the past tense now. You've come along with an old magical talent, one that the books say has died out, so maybe it hasn't. Previously we’ve had to be touching each other’s skin to communicate, but you seem to have a special communication aura. At least that’s what it feels like to me."
The others nodded their confirmation.
"Been resurrected by need, is another of your theories, isn’t it, Herms?"
"Yes Dean, but I was trying to keep it simple."
Ronald burst out laughing: "Beware when Herms says that. It means she's going to baffle us by words."
Hermione gave him a hard look: "As I was saying: you seem to have this talent. We think something at you, send our thoughts - if you like. But it must be about the group, we think. And you send it out to whichever of us it is pertinent to. Then there's the quidditch idea as well, you get thrown the quaffle and throw it on to whoever you think will be able to conceal it best. Perhaps even ask around mentally to see if one of us volunteers. The theory was only in formation, so we'll have to experiment. Oh! Distance might make a difference ... And wards ... And ..."
"... So, I'm now part of an experiment too."
Harry grinned at Blaise: "You'll get used to it. Herms gets and idea and tries to explain it. Dean sorts it out a bit so’s I can understand where she's aiming. I puzzle out how to do it and either Ron or Seamus will have an outlandish moment of insight that points me in a direction none of us were envisioning. Invariably that’s the correct path."
"Welcome to our strange society," Dean said laconically: "Pity you didn't volunteer, but then, neither did we, either Herms or Harry grabbed us, and we felt we couldn't refuse."
"Don't assume that you'll only just pass on messages for us," added Seamus: "I think you'll get them from others outside the group ... Mmm ... cries for help, probably. They seem the strongest. Or, by accident, you'll see someone in trouble and ask us to do something for them ... Mmm ... That sort of thing.”
“At least to begin with it’ll only work when were close by each other, so the book says,” Hermione told them: “Most of it requires no conscious thought on your behalf, Blaise. So, don’t worry about having your head full of our voices. The talent will grow as our capacities are increased.”
"It's likely to bend the rules or even throw them out of the window. We're still working out the troll thing, that's when we made the first trio. Herms broke the rules and lied to the professors, which got us out of trouble. After that we couldn't decide where or why we'd gone to help or why Herms went there to start with."
"Troll thing?"
"Yes ... Well ... It goes like this ............... The story was told plus observations from the others. It filled in the time nicely until they were approaching Kings Cross. During that time, they shared sandwiches and pies; making a very pleasant picnic.
On arrival Blaise and Hermione went off to place the casket in her vault at Gringotts, and Harry had to endure at trip back to Privet Drive with his disapproving Guardians.
~~~ REPAYMENT ~~~
At Privet Drive, Dudley was out of sorts and becoming especially annoyed with Harry, because Harry now inhabited the room which Dudley thought should be his. In the following weeks Dudley plotted to right this insult, but was afraid to do anything about it in case Harry hexed him. The bathroom arrangements altered, too; Uncle Vernon allowing Harry his own private time in the bathroom and a supply of hot water for bathing. This would have altered after the Dobby incident at the special dinner, but for the fact that the twins, Ronald and the flying car came to fetch Harry, that night.
~~~ KNOCKTURN ALLEY ~~~
The Weasleys took their family to buy various needful things. Whilst waiting outside one of the shops Harry saw Draco and his father sneaking into Knockturn Alley. Under his cloak he followed them into Borgin and Burke’s and hid in the cupboard; hoping that they had not sensed him as they entered the dingy shop. It was stuffy inside the cupboard so Harry removed the cloak.
Draco soon became bored with listening to his father’s haggling with the shop owner, and wandered about looking at things. However, he did reach the cupboard and pried the door open.
“Potter,” he breathed, “Why are you hiding in this cupboard? Shall I tell my father you are hiding here, spying on him? Or would you prefer to do a deal?”
Mr Malfoy was still arguing with Borgin, or was it Burke. Harry weighed up his options and decided on the deal; whispering his acquiescence to the younger Malfoy.
“Well, what are you waiting for; show me?” Draco’s grey eyes glowed maliciously.
The prospect of having the blond handling his dick, excited Harry’s hormones. So, by the time his flies were open there was sufficient hard cock for Draco to play with. Draco reached in and popped Harry’s top button and his jeans descended to the floor. Next he pulled at Harry’s overlarge undershorts and they followed. Harry felt dreadfully exposed, bur dare not protest, in case he was heard. Not only did Draco stroke the brunet’s cock, but he felt his balls as well. Just as the Slyth was getting into his stride, his father called him to leave.
“Bother! I think I’ll tell him, anyway. He’d like to know your score.”
“Please no, Please?” Harry’s scarlet end was bobbing to his heartbeat.
“Promise to let me play with it on the train back to school then?” Draco gave Harry’s cock-helmet a twizzle-stroke.
Harry gasped at the sensation and had little option but to agree. “Yes Malfoy you can finish me off then.”
“Fine! You were hiding in an oath cabinet. You can’t get out of this one Potter.” Draco ran off because he saw his father becoming annoyed.
Harry drew his clothes on, zipped up and escaped too; meeting Hagrid, as is reported in the book.
~~~ YEAR TWO ~~~
Not long after they had settled in, a special week of instruction started.
"Now, Students," Minerva started: "You have had, in your first year, a thorough grounding in basic thaums. That, we hope, will give you an idea where you might like to go in your magical lives. This not the final choice, by any means. You may find that what you thought was for you, you are not suited to. If that happens, come and knock on my door and we will seek out some other subject. This week we are going to give you a taste of all the subjects available and at the end of that period you may chose the subjects you think you are best suited to. However, the basic courses of DADA, Potions and Charms will carry on, they are compulsory. To those we will add your other subjects.
The group, got together with Blaise and went to Magi-medics taught by the Matron, Poppy Pomfrey. That subject clicked with Harry immediately. The four other Gryffs decided not to, and Blaise put that on his possible list. There were many other subjects many of which are mentioned in the books, including Arithmancy. The very name sounded intriguing, so all five were at the front of the queue when Professor Babbling opened the door.
"Now class," She started: "Arithmancy differs greatly from the mathematics you learned in your primary schools. It is primarily about certain numbers which have significant magical influence. For instance, two is one of them, stemming from Chinese magical practice it represents the Yin and Yang principles ... ... ... " She went on to explain those ... ... ... "Now class perhaps you can find other natural parallels?" Various ideas were put forward: Male & female, Day and night, Wet and Dry, Left and right, Sun and moon - although that caused some extra discussion and she called a halt.
"Well thought out. Now three is the number, some practitioners think it is more important than two. This comes from the Christian tradition and many other world religions are Trinitarian. She enumerated a few and the class set about another guessing game: The three physical dimensions; body, mind and spirit; Earth, air and water; the three states of existence, and many others.
"Seven is the next special number, she countered when six, as two times three was being discussed. This comes from the Hebraic tradition, of the seven-branched candle stick, and seven days of the week, for instance.
"Is that why we are divided into seven years, Miss?"
"Yes, although you must allow for those who stay on as subject scholars and assistants after their seven years."
"Our dorm has seven arches in it," said one of the Slyths: "But that doesn’t fit, there are only five bed spaces."
"Do you remember that I said that two was a plus and minus figure, class?"
Several people nodded and Hermione shot her hand into the air.
"Yes Miss, Granger is it?"
"Yes professor, five is represented by either three plus two or seven minus two."
"Well thought out, I do hope you choose to continue with me."
Blaise whispered: "There were five in our group until I came along."
Professor Babbling heard him and asked him to repeat it. "No need to worry too much yet, young man. I suspect the group will expand, two times three perhaps. Although it is unstable because of the nature of two. Adding someone else would make it much stronger at seven. Then two becomes itself again when nine is approached and that is a reinforced number because three times three supports it.
Dean: *Neville's on the edge and knows a lot about us*, he sent via Blaise to the group: *So we could already claim to be a seven*.
Nev: *Just because I don't chat a lot, don't count me out, please? I do feel a part of it*.
Several internal apologies were sent.
Seamus sent a giggle: *You got Oliver to come for us, didn't you*?
Dean: *Three needed for the interlocking charm*.
Ron: *Two 'H's' Harry and Hermione; added together they produce workable new protector-charms*.
The group only listened with half an ear to the rest of the lesson, whilst they dwelt *internally* on the numbers and their pertinence to them. Blaise was in a daze by the time break came because he had enquired about Oliver and they had told him.
"Arithmancy is not for me," said Ron: "Far too complicated," when they were sitting together at the end of the week. Harry demurred and Hermione and Blaise opted for that. Blaise became Neville's enthusiastic partner for choosing Herbology. Dean went with Harry for Magi-medicine most of them made up pairs for their enthusiasms and then the 'well-it-might-be-interesting choosing started until they had the requisite portfolio. Hermione was very quiet because she had overfilled hers. The group learned later, that she had been loaned a time-turner by McGonagall.
~~~ PROMISE ~~~
Draco had been very annoyed to find that Harry was not on the train. He was even more annoyed at the secret hero worship given to Harry and Ronald when they flew in by car. It was after the first potions lesson that the blond caught up with Harry.
“Don’t think by using that muggle car, you can get out of your promised commitment, Potter,” Malfoy spat maliciously. “You’ll come to the Astronomy Tower alone, tonight at ten.”
Harry was in a mind to protest, but some compunction made him meekly agree. ‘I would hide in an oath cupboard,’ he thought; mentally kicking himself for doing so.
That evening in the common-room, Harry had some difficulty in getting away from his mates. Eventually he pleaded that he needed to go to the loo. Taking his invisibility cloak with him he went into the bathroom, donned the cloak, and snuck out of the Gryffindor Common Room.
“You’re late Potter!
“Sorry, Malfoy, but it was hard to get away from my friends.”
“Reneging twice on a promise made in an oath cabinet, I believe I can claim compensation.”
“But neither was my fault, Malfoy.” Harry put on his best pleading puppy-dog face.
“So? Take all your clothes off.”
“That’s not part of the deal.”
“Not originally, but I’m claiming it as part of the compensation.”
Harry sighed resignedly, thinking: ‘Better get it over and done with, I suppose,’ and began divesting himself of his garments.
Once he was naked, Harry felt very vulnerable, especially when Draco eyed the green-eyed youth up and down lasciviously.
Eventually the gloating inspection finished: “Go and stand with your back against the wall, Potter.”
Harry did as he was told.
“Now splay your legs.”
Harry saw the silver cords wrap around him and fix him to the wall. This aroused his libido and his cock began to swell.
“I think you’re enjoying this, Potter.” Draco eyed Harry’s growing hard-on lewdly tickling it lightly here and there until it was hard and shiny. Then he produced a gauger and made his calculations.
“Merlin, Potter; you’d make many an adult proud. You’re almost up to my father’s score.” Draco removed the apparatus and ogled Harry’s scarlet intumescence.
“Well! Get on with it then.”
“I think I’ll watch and see if you grow any bigger without my help.”
“No chance, Malfoy. Not till I’ve learnt more magic.”
“Perhaps you’ll cum by yourself then?”
“I haven’t cum yet. I don’t think my body’s ready.”
“Well-now! Maybe I can alter that situation. You seem to have more hair around your cock than in that cupboard. Anyway, we have no time limit so I can play as long as I like.”
Harry groaned whilst Draco watched Harry’s bobbing-robin for at least five minutes, before giving up and coming over to stroke it. One set of Draco’s fingers gripped the base of Harry’s cock whilst the other set caressed his shiny knob-end. After a while Harry shivered and found a new set of sensations feeding his libido. It was almost painful and went straight to the muscles in his thighs. They juddered and his body went into automatic thrust mode.
Draco watched, fascinated, as Harry’s body jerked about in response to the fingered fid-pin. Harry could only gasp for air and enjoy the lubricious lustiness in his loins. Sometime during the process, the blond loosened the restraints on Harry. All Harry had energy to do was to flop down on to the floor and continue humping Draco’s fist. The coming shot lightning bolts of pleasure throughout Harry’s body, the sensory overload was too much and he nearly passed out.
“I thought you said you hadn’t come,” Draco accused.
“I hadn’t, ever, until just now. Your fingers did something special, I think.” Harry lapsed into panting and groaning as Draco continued to fondle the spent apparatus.
An agonising quarter of an hour later Harry’s hard-on returned and another short squirt came out. Harry registered that Draco had his own prick out and was wanking it, but was too far gone to see the result.
~~~ MORNING ~~~
Harry awoke in his own bed. The sheets were drawn up to his neck, but he was naked beneath and his cock still glowed in unusual passion. On the bed-head shelf, were his neatly folded clothes and his glasses. Beneath the specs was a small piece of parchment:
‘Used the cloak to get you back to your dorm. I will return it to you during transfiguration. Proud to have been the first to make you ejaculate. DAM.’
As it was still early Harry lay there musing and bringing himself off: ‘Maybe Malfoy’s not as bad as he is painted – better not tell Ron that, he’ll go ballistic,’ and then, to his surprise, he came.
Harry was first out of the bathroom that morning and Seamus encountered him.
“Where were you last night, you missed our normal fun time?” Seamus gave Harry’s still pink cock a gentle squeeze.
“I was very tired and went to bed early; I set a silence charm so your antics wouldn’t wake me.” Harry removed Seamus’s hand. “Not in the mood this morning, Lecher.”
“Oh well! There’s always tonight to look forward to, Prude.”
They both chuckled; acknowledging the unwritten code of not forcing the issue if one of them was not in the mood.
True to his word, Draco surreptitiously returned Harry’s cloak during the transfiguration class, even managing a quick grope. When he did so, Harry felt the urge to open-up for a second session. It was the same compulsive feeling that he had had when fulfilling his oath in the Astronomy Tower. However, this was not as strong as before and Harry took it to mean that his hormones had appreciated Draco’s manipulations.
~~~ RECONSIDERATION ~~~
Sometime during that second-year Harry realised that Draco was still interested in his lunch packet and had tried to squeeze it more than once. He mentioned it his dorm-mates during their regular evening playing session.
“Bloody Malfoy! I expect his father put him up to it,” Ronald grumbled. They’ll want to know how strong the opposition is.”
“Rumour has it,” ventured Seamus, “that Malfoy had his own house-elf gauge him and that the score was almost the minimum to allow entry into Hogwarts.”
“I wonder how we could find out for sure,” mused Dean.
“You could do a deal with the squirt, Harry, let him play with yours if you can play with his,” suggested Seamus, “and then we’d know for sure.”
“Don’t listen to him, Harry. I wouldn’t let Malfoy touch me, even if it was to save my life.” Ronald went his usual annoyed red.
“You’ve all played with it, more than once. As I have with yours. I’m not sure where you’re coming from, Ron?” Harry looked perplexed.
“He’s the enemy!” Ronald almost had apoplexy. “You can’t trust him to do anything decent.”
“I’m not sure what we’re proposing is decent, Ron,” interjected Neville. “Gran warned me about things like this. She’d have a fit if she found out what we did every night.”
“Anything goes in love and war, Ron,” put in Seamus. “All we’re proposing is that Harry spy behind enemy lines.”
Before Ronald could reply his juices started spewing; not long followed by the others. After the clean-up charms, there was little energy left for further discussion, so they bid each other goodnight and snuggled down under the bedclothes.
~~~ DENOUEMENT ~~~
A month or two later Blaise came into the room they were in, he was scowling and then giggling. No one could make any sense out of his sendings so they waited for him to calm down.
"It appears that our favourite Slyth blond bombshell is in deep trouble. Even his Godfather won't support him. Rumour tells of him submitting false gauger readings. You'd have thought that such a clever mind would have worked out that someone might just compare his and his father's records, wouldn't you?"
"Bloody Malfoy, twisting and turning to get out of things as usual," Ronald grumbled.
"So what's going to happen?" asked Hermione.
"Not sure yet, but it's bound to be devious and drastic, knowing our lot.
~~~ SNAPE’S OFFICE ~~~
Marcus's first encounter with Draco was as auspicious as Harry's had been. Despite having older guys in the seventh-years, Marcus had shown exceptional leadership qualities. The result was that the Slytherin students regarded him as their unofficial leader, and so did Professor Snape, the House-master.
"That Godson of mine is refusing to be gauged," Snape informed Marcus: "He says it's indecent. I'm almost sure it's a try on, because his father sent his recent score to us just before Draco returned to school."
"Leave it with me Professor, I'll see what I can do to resolve the problem. It's not as though we haven't had this before from other new entrants, is it?"
"I agree, but as I said, he's trying to circumvent the tradition to prove some point or other and I'm not sure where the motive lies."
"I will have a quiet chat with him and appeal to his traditional sense. That still holds good in Malfoy thinking."
"Mmm ... So it does ..." Severus looked mischievous: "I have the oldest copy of the book of traditions here. Would you like to borrow it?"
Marcus understood immediately: "Thank you Professor. That would be most useful."
Marcus and his colleagues spent a few hours perusing the ancient book and noting down relevant rulings.
He had several chats with Draco, but the situation did not change. However, eventually a solution was found.
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