Toppers Wallow

Draco had a nightmare in the early hours of Thursday. Harry comforted him and the resultant cuddling had knock-on effects. Harry\'s hands were the first to stray, bent on giving his lover more interesting sensations than those of remembered penile torture and to exorcise the horrible memories. Once Draco was sublimated he decided that Harry needed a suitable thank-you experience. Therefore Draco paid lip service to a lollipop, whilst Harry groaned in delight. Episode over, they spooned in satiated somnolence.



Harry was first awake in the daylight, noticing a certain prominence he plied his lips and tongue in performing Draco’s alarm call.



“Mmm … Mmm … Oh … Ooh … H-h-h-h-ha,” was Draco’s first attempt at words. His wandering hands soon found a delightful object to play with. It was thicker than a wand, but not so long. Being warm to the touch Draco experimented with it, using his little finger to explore a small hole on its extremity. The nest it grew out of suddenly pulsed forward and then retreated. Draco soon found a rhythm to this pulsing combining with it a hand pumping action with his little finger’s probing caress. Fairly soon his hand was covered in a slick substance. This aided the manipulation and had Harry quivering in sexual overdrive thrashing around on the bed.



Games over, they washed each other tenderly under the shower. Dressed and leisurely breakfasted. The two lovers collected Gregory, Dean and Seamus; Apparating to Don Galley to be ready to meet with whichever DA members were able to be present. George had designated his workshop as the meeting place and showed Harry where the kettle and coffee were.



“I’ll be down soon, but things are a bit hectic, you know; panic buying before term starts.”



Blaise was first to appear, and at Draco’s urging was given a medallion. Hermione and Ron were next, bringing Ginny and Daphne Greengrass with them. Ginny looked at Harry then quite obviously gave Daphne’s shoulders a loving squeeze.



“What are you doing here?” Draco asked Daphne.



“I persuaded Ginny to bring me. Your father made my father’s life hell then, when he passed on, Mother found Lucius had sequestered our estate. Next, he threw us out of our own house and, because of that, Mother died of a broken heart. I hate his guts. Anyway you know I wasn’t a Voldemort sympathiser, ever.”



“I’ll vouch for her, Harry.” Ginny said, holding Daphne’s hand.



Harry looked at Ron; he was slowly getting redder and redder, but before the outburst occurred Justin arrived, heralding a stream of other DA members. Hermione had calmed Ron down by the time he had to organise the troops; which he did after Harry had told them about the possible fracas in the afternoon. The grinning troops wandered out in twos and threes, taking up their positions in shops or casual groups of chatting people. Quite a few were wearing uncharacteristic clothes so it was difficult to tell ex-students from the other garishly dressed witches and wizards. The foursome had an early lunch in the flat. Ron and Hermione left first, then Draco and Harry hid under the invisibility cloak and exited.



Advised by Hermione and Ron, Griphook was waiting for Draco and Harry at the staff entrance, they quietly made themselves known and waited until there was no one in the near vicinity before entering Gringott’s. The staff had moved three of the normal row of statues into a small artistic group, behind which was space enough for Draco and Harry to hide and still see out. Two more groups of statues were there, each with flowers round them. Harry and Draco concentrated carefully and eventually saw an Auror behind each. Various Order members ambled in, going to one cashier or another and seemingly conducting lengthy negotiations about their accounts before wandering out again.



The medallions buzzed. ‘There are a number of Lucius look-alikes coming out of Knockturn Alley, all in different costumes’. A minute later came: ‘about twenty-five’. Draco noticed Hangdog miming twenty-five to his senior tellers, who quietly informed the cashiers in their charge.



“I bet the one who goes up to the teller, isn’t my father,” whispered Draco.



“Okay, we’ll watch the others to see if they give anything away. Here they come, is your extendable ear plugged in?”



An almost inaudible, “Yes,” was the reply.



“I wish to withdraw four thousand galleons,” said the unmistakeable tones of Lucius.



“Key please?”



A slight fumble and the key was produced. The teller looked at the key and then opened a large ledger.



“Insufficient funds and no credit rating.”



“What do you mean insufficient funds? There was a large payment made into that account this morning.”



“Wait here. I will make a check with my supervisor.”



The cashier arose and went up the stairs. A minute or two later Griphook appeared, following the cashier.



“Mr Malfoy. There has no such payment been made into any of your accounts. You have already drawn out the bulk of your fortune, and there is a judicial restraint on the rest of your funds.”



“Oh! I see! I must consult with my colleagues.”



The supposed Lucius went into a huddle with his confederates. It was impossible to see which one was giving orders as their heads were close together. The same Lucius went back to Griphook and the cashier.



“There was a payment from Eldred and Smith-Jones made into my account, here is the advice slip.”



“Just a moment, let me check again.” Griphook went back into his office.



Harry and Draco tensed; one of them noticed a barely visible Auror’s wand tip poking out through the arms of a statue. Griphook came down the stairs.



“I agree that a payment was made by Eldred and Smith-Jones Consortium this morning. It went into the owner’s account.”



“What do you mean? I am the owner.”



“Not according to the title deeds which we agreed with the purchasers.”



“Whose account did it go into then?”



“That is between Gringott\'s and the account holder and is strictly confidential.”



“You have made a mistake.”



“Gringott\'s do not make mistakes. However I have already double checked just to make sure.”



The Lucius turned round and went back to the huddle.



“What! It’s my bloody son interfering again,” was shouted out of the middle of the group.



Suddenly the look-alikes spread out, wands at the ready.



In chorus they said: “UNLESS YOU RELEASE THE MONEY YOU WILL RUE IT.”



Quietly the cashiers fumbled under their desks without taking their eyes off the look-alikes. Members of the public scrambled to get out of the way.



“Now!” Someone shouted.



Varicoloured curses sprouted from the look-alikes’ wands. Fire-staffs appeared and the mirror shields were cast. Draco and Harry had to put up shields of their own as some of the tellers’ hasty reflections were not terribly accurate. Four or five of the pseudo-Lucius people went down. Another volley shot out, only to be deflected again. Two more curmudgeons went down plus a tardy teller. The look-alikes turned and fled out of the bank chased by the Aurors, who had appeared from behind the statues.



Harry, Draco and the Order members incarcerated the three remaining comatose Death Eaters on the floor and Poppy came out from Griphook’s office to minister to the injured goblin. Hangdog ordered the remaining public out and the doors closed. Four tellers returned, supporting two account-holders who had been too slow to duck. Poppy took them into another supervisor’s office, where the injured teller was recovering. Harry sent ‘emergency over’ on the medallions. Hermione and Ron plus two Aurors were ushered in through the staff door and everyone assembled in Hangdog’s grand office.



“We made a slight mistake by being front of house. All we could do is shield ourselves from reflected hexes.” Draco said.



“We got three in here and another outside,” one of the Aurors said. “There were a number of walking wounded dragged into Knockturn Alley as well.”



“It was difficult to do anything outside; there were so many innocent bystanders.”



“I wonder if we have the real Lucius. We’ll have to wait until the Polyjuice wears off.”



“He’s bound to retaliate. Will it be against the bank, or against Draco?”



“Maybe we can give the survivors Veritaserum to find out.”



“I doubt he’ll have thought about it much. It’s obvious that he expected no repulse; though he did bring a large bodyguard with him” suggested Draco.



“So would you if you were the most hated person in Magicdom.”



“I think we’d better get the four prisoners under lock and key before they recover,” observed one of the Aurors.



“Thank you all. Draco and Harry please convey our thanks to the DA.” Hangdog drew the short meeting to a close.



As they left, Ron said, “I hope you don’t mind Harry, but we’ve asked the DA to Apparate to Toppers Wallow.”



“We’d better join them then.”



Harry bought an enormous take-away ice-cream before he went into ‘3w’s’ to Apparate from Don Galley.



“I’m surprised how quickly it was over,” Draco remarked as they walked towards Magnet Cottage. “Being a fly on the wall at the Manor would be extremely interesting just now.”



“Probably not! If the Master’s anything like Voldie, then there’ll be spare hexes flying around and his subordinates will be ducking. You might just get hit by a stray one.” Harry pretended to duck.



Draco chuckled and then looked serious. “What was that miming thing between you and the Weasleyette?”



“I had a fling with her, but it stopped before anything got too serious. There was no point in having a relationship if one of us would be killed at Hogwarts. I was quite certain I had to die in order to kill Voldie. Then afterwards she gave me the cold shoulder. I was quite pissed-off about it. Maybe it’s for the best; I don’t know. I do know one thing though. I’ve got a real live responsive lover sharing my bed.”



“Thanks Lover. I had a bit of a go with Daphne too, but nothing came of it. I was still in Junior Death Eater mode and that was definitely not her scene.” Draco shuddered.



“So do you think Blaise, Greg and Daphne are Slytherin DA members in the making?”



“Let’s see what the reports are like, shall we?”



There was an excited buzz as the two of them arrived on the lawn patio.



“Tell us what happened inside.” Someone called out.



Draco and Harry did a double act describing the scene.



“The other look-alike that the Aurors got; Blaise and Daphne downed.” Ron said during the DA report of the happenings outside. “We managed a few more shots, but the onlookers got in the way. I think some of them thought it was some play acting, because we had applause when the miscreants disappeared into Knockturn Alley.”



“We didn’t go in as they had masked it with Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, and who knows what was waiting for us,” Hermione added. “You know how narrow and evil that place is.”



“Harry?” Justin asked. “How do we make new DA Members?”



“I suppose they have to sign the enrolment parchment,” Harry answered.



“Yes but do you authorise it, or do we vote on it?” Justin looked genuinely puzzled.



“At the start we asked for volunteers, Harry,” Hermione explained. “And then they all signed up. That makes them volunteering of their own choice, the parchment and its attendant curse is what binds us together.”



“I reckon that makes it democratic,” said Ernie. “So we should vote on new members. To that end I should like to propose Draco, I’ve seen him supporting Harry and working alongside us for good.”



“I second that.” This was Neville. “He was really good at the green man ritual.”



“Hey! What if I don’t want to join?” Draco was smiling.



“No problem, Mate,” Ron said. “You just don’t sign the parchment. But you will, wont you, please.”



“Support from a Weasley? How can I possibly refuse?”



“Harry, you\'d better act as chairman,” Hermione ordered.



“Yes ma’am.” Harry mock bowed to her. “Okay Guys. Draco’s been proposed, anyone against? … No? … Right! … Go to Madam Secretary and sign-up; you’re the first Slytherin member.”



Dean spoke up. “I propose Gregory, he managed to wound two of the retreating Death Eaters and tripped-up the one Blaise and Daphne got.”



“Seconded,” yelled Seamus excitedly.



Blaise and Daphne were also voted in and duly signed the parchment. Ron took them aside and showed them how to use the galleon medallions, whilst the rest milled round.



“Err … Harry? …”



“Yes Dean?”



“We sort of did a quick reassembly of Billy’s flat … It’s now bunkrooms again … Err … Do you mind? … He said he was going up to Woodyates … Only we thought you’d need the space for the DA to bunk down.”



“You were quick off the mark, weren’t you? No! I suppose I don’t mind. Um … That sounds ungrateful … Um … Thanks for thinking of the other member’s comfort.”



Kreacher came in and announced a hot buffet dinner, as they all queued up he came over to Harry. “I hope you don’t mind, Master, but I had to take some money from the account and buy things at Mrs Amis’s.”



“That’s what it’s there for, Kreacher. Well done. Thank Winky for getting the meal ready at such short notice, will you.”



“Yes Master. I’ll thank Hyacinth and Phealey as well, shall I?”



“Oh! … Yes please.”



The euphoria of winning another battle was accentuated by the liberal supply of cask cider and homemade Butterbeer. One of the results being that many of the members involuntarily started trying to swim whilst fully clothed. This game was commenced by a grand celebratory chuck-in as Harry was picked up by his arms and his legs, swung three times and hurled into the centre of the pool. The four new members were quickly caught and followed suit, after that it was a general free for all. No-one was exempt including the four young house-elves. Most people, once soaked, stripped off completely including the girls; only Kreacher, Winky and Hyacinth escaped. Kreacher was very devious, sneaking in and taking a pile of wet clothes away, just when the mob was victimising someone else. Draco drew Harry’s attention to the fact that Gregory was starkers too; which they both thought was a good sign.



It took a long time for the hilarity to dampen, but it slowly subsided as various couples drifted off on private trysts; Draco and Harry among them. They were shivering slightly when they entered their room, but definitely turned-on. By common consent they went towards the shower and, as Harry bent over to adjust the controls, Draco sneaked up behind him and started riding his crack.



“Stop, Lover, Please.” Harry turned off the water.



“Why don’t you want me anymore?” Draco scowled



“Far from it, I want you to fuck me,” explained Harry. “I did it with Billy, but held back because I know you wanted to take things slowly. My bum’s been itching for quite a few days now, so come on fuck me please?”



“Oh! … I see! … Where’s the oil? … I’ve never done this before.”



“I’m fairly new at it too, but it feels great from both sides of the fence. Let’s get on the bed, it’s more comfortable there.”



Draco had found the oil; so while he oiled Harry’s aperture, Harry placed a condom and manually lubricated Draco’s engorgement. Under instruction Draco took things slowly. Within a few minutes he was fully emplaced, with Harry’s calves on his shoulders and an immense look of pleasure in his eyes.



“Ooh Harry! … I can feel you all around me. It’s like rows of lips tickling and rubbing.” Draco had started to pump slowly.



“Oh!” Harry gasped. “Oh!”



Draco stopped. “Am I hurting you?”



“No Lover; you just caught my love bump and it’s so thrilling. Do it again please?”



“Like this?”



“Oh yes-s-s-s-s-s-s!” Harry started to flex his buttock muscles in time with Draco’s gyrations.



“This is much better than hands or lips; I can feel you all around me, every bit of my prick tingles.”



“I feel completely full of you, I belong to you. Did you know our Aura’s started to glow again? Oh! … Ooh! … Ah-h-h-h … Uh-uh-uh-uh. It’s bright red!”



“Harry, you’ve cum. Oh n-n-n-n-n-no-o-o-o-o … So have I, but I’m still tingling.”



“Stay inside it isn’t finished yet. Just move around gently.”



Draco did as he was told; the sexual sensations caused his muscles to spasm and the glorious glow to start spreading through his body. It was fully quarter of an hour before he was able to withdraw and he just lay in Harry’s arms smiling beatifically.



Some time later they woke up.



“Why didn’t you suggest that before Harry, it was stupendous? I get all hot just thinking about it, look.”



Harry could just admire Draco’s arousal through the red aura surrounding them.



“You’re obviously in the mood too, Harry. I want to thrill you just as you thrilled me, there’s still enough oil left.” So saying Draco poured some into his hand and caressed Harry’s throbbing Robin.



Harry oiled his fingers and went in search of Draco’s prostate. When he found it Draco jerked and his eyes lit up. Harry looked questioningly at him, but Draco nodded indicating that he enjoyed the new sensation. Two fingers were next, gently widening the aperture whilst the other hand stroked his inner thighs helping Draco to relax. Harry rested his covered glans in Draco’s rose applying a gentle pressure whilst Draco got used to the intrusion. Imperceptibly the orifice widened until, with a pop, Harry was inside. Again he waited angling his prick so that the next touch would be on Draco’s sensitive spot. A short thrust had Draco gasping in pleasure as Harry used his tool for massaging. Draco’s twitching muscles ate their way down Harry’s eager prong until he was fully embedded. After a pause the action began, slowly at first but speeding up until another simultaneous outburst occurred. As with Draco, Harry was a long time in withdrawing, making their combined pleasure last as long as possible. This time it was Harry that smiled drowsily in Draco’s arms.



In the middle of the night, when they awoke, the room seemed to be filled with a deep purple haze. Sleepily they wondered what it was until Draco twigged it was their changed aura.



“It’s royal purple, Harry. We’re wizard monarchs.”



Harry failed to see the mocking smile on Draco’s face. “There you go, off on your pure-blood thing again.”



“Oh Lover; I was only making fun of us. Please don’t go huffy on me; I couldn’t bear it.” Draco had tears in his eyes.



Harry realised his mistake and kissed Draco soundly by way of apology. They stayed hugging until sleep overtook them again.