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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Erotic dreams, three-way gay wank orgy, plus a four-way one)
~~~ FIRST STEPS ~~~
That night Harry had another nightmare. This time he thought he was playing quidditch with Blondie, only the environment was wrong. Blondie seemed to be riding a bed-board and not a broomstick and the pitch was walled in. They shared a shower afterwards, but that metamorphosed into Draco pissing on Harry. Then the Slyth was playing with himself lying on the bed-board and Harry was watching through the barred window of a cell door. It was all very disturbing and he woke up to find Dean and Seamus sharing his bed once again.
“This is getting to be quite a habit,” Dean quipped.
“We’ll have to find you a partner soon, or you’ll destroy our love life permanently,” Seamus added, chuckling.
“Um … Well the dream was about Blondie …” Harry told them what he remembered of the nightmare.
“I can never remember my dreams like that, Harry. Do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” asked Dean: “Maybe imprisoned somewhere.”
“The geas could be connecting you,” suggested Seamus: “You sometimes send thoughts to us and the rest of the group …”
“… That’s an idea. You know when we were underage we had an escapade where we transferred thoughts … …” Harry went on to briefly tell them of the dalliance at the magicians’ inn.
That description got them into a randy mood so Harry became the middle of another sexy sandwich, after which they fell asleep, cuddling.
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
Draco’s delirium had increased, he was shouting as a phantom Harry played with his cock – his dry orgasm made him fall unconscious, again.
~~~ WEDNESDAY ~~~ 12/08/98
It was Ernie that acted as knocker-upper in the morning, and none too discreetly at that, almost catching Harry and the others in flagrante. They sat up in bed with the bedclothes just covering their quivering modesty.
“The trio are up and demanding to see you, Harry,” Ernie was trying to avoid eye contact with both Dean and Seamus.
“Why not bring them in here, Ernie. You’re nearly next door, after all,” suggested Harry.
“But you’re still in bed.”
“Yes. Perhaps they will be less inhibited if they see the three of us together in bed.”
Ernie went quite red, but paused and considered the idea. “Okay, we’ll try it.” Then he disappeared through the door.
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
The captive Draco woke; he just managed one sip of water and then sank back into what he thought could be his final coma.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Three minutes later there was another knock on the door.
“COME IN.” The trio replied in unison.
Three young men dressed only in sleeping shorts appeared. Seamus immediately noticed their bulges and nudged Harry, who was trying very hard to look at the trio’s faces and smile welcomingly. Grey was the first to make a move, he came and sat on the bed, looking earnestly at Harry.
“Good morning Harry, are these friends?”
“Good morning Grey. Yes, this is Seamus and this is Dean.”
Grey held out a hand to each of them. Coal and Wash came in as well and sat on the bed also holding out their hands.
“You are still in bed, Harry.” Wash said after they all had shaken hands.
“Yes. I went to bed much later than you, so I’m getting up later too.”
“Did you sleep in the same bed as these two, Harry?” It was Coal again.
Harry blushed, so Dean answered, “Yes Coal, we’ve been sharing a bed for a couple of days, because Harry’s having nightmares …”
“… And we find that we can take his mind off the frightening things if we share a bed occasionally,” added Seamus; making an obvious mime.
“Isn’t that naughty?” It was Wash that asked.
“No! Not if you care for each other very much.” Seamus leaned over and kissed Harry. Dean joined in and they finished with both of them hugging Harry with a head on each of his shoulders.
Their audience of four watched, three with interest and Ernie blushing.
“Can we do that?” asked Coal.
“Yes, if you want to.” Harry was imagining them kissing each other; so he was a little taken aback when they all approached him. He steeled himself for the onslaught, what he didn’t steel himself for was how turned on he became. Dean and Seamus in turn became erect because the trio kissed them as well. With all the movement on the bed, the bedclothes had become deranged, so Harry’s hard-on was now visible to everyone in the room.
“Look! He’s like us. Look!” Grey was pointing below Harry’s waistline.
Harry’s immediate reaction was to cover up, but something stopped him, so instead his gripping hands moved the covers down, accidentally revealing two more boners as well.
“C’mon you two, it’s time for our shower.” Dean brazened it out and rose to get out of the bed, followed avidly by three pairs of eyes. A still-blushing Ernie was trying hard not to peep.
Seamus held his hand out to Harry, who took it. Trying to look nonchalant, but not feeling it, the trio walked towards the bathroom, their woodies waggling. Ernie was unsure where to look and remained by the bedroom door feeling embarrassed. The other trio stood and followed on into the bathroom. Harry looked at Dean, wide eyed when he realised that their audience was still with them. Dean shrugged and pointed to the shower, reaching in to turn on the taps. Harry gritted his teeth, stepped into the shower and began regulating the temperature; Seamus got the towels, putting them ready nearby, and climbed in leaving the shower door open.
What Harry did not expect was Seamus soaping him up and then starting to wank him. Harry tried to turn away from the audience, but Seamus was more forceful, making sure the trio could see him massaging Harry’s hard-on. The inevitable happened and a fountain of white ensued, leaving Harry bucking in Seamus’s hands. Next, Dean stood in front of Harry.
“It’s your turn now, Harry.” Dean placed Harry’s hand on his cock. Harry was lasciviousness incarnate just then. His three-quarter stiffy rode between Dean’s cheeks as Harry’s hands performed Dean’s public jerk off until its creamy conclusion.
Next it was Seamus’s turn to show off his prowess whilst Dean pleasured him. Whilst the pair were sexually involved Harry managed to wash himself.
Inevitably Coal asked, “Can we do that?”
Visions of a very sore prick raced through Harry’s mind. “Yes, but not just now please, we have to go to breakfast. I’m extremely hungry. Perhaps later you could try it on each other?”
“Oh no! You are the nice ones, we are not.” Wash replied primly.
“Can we have breakfast with you please, Harry?” Grey asked.
While the trio were concentrating on Harry, Dean and Seamus had managed to have a pee and clean their teeth.
“Why don’t you go and put a few more clothes on, boys. We’re going to get dressed. Then you can come to breakfast with us.” Dean suited his actions to his words, effectively giving Harry time to finish his ablutions too. Seamus followed suit.
The trio watched as the bed-mates choose and put on various garments, then grabbed them by the hand; taking them to the dorm-ward to watch the trio dress. Ernie was nonplussed by what was happening, realising that by being so open, Harry, Dean and Seamus had made enormous strides in confidence building between them and the new trio.
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
The entombed Draco came-too woozily – he realised that he was failing fast and set about making his peace with the Creator – he never finished it . . . . . . . .
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Kreacher, as always, had his ear open for what was happening. He had laid a table for seven a little apart from the rest of the clan. The clan, cautioned by Augusta, respected the unspoken wish not to butt in, so after some slight hesitation the new trio sat with Ernie and the trio of Gryff bed mates. Coal had taken a shine to Dean, Grey to Harry, so Seamus teamed up with Wash. Together they inspected the tureens and discussed the contents. In the end, each of the trio had whatever their particular mentor chose for himself.
Dean indicated to Harry that their work was not urgent, so breakfast was long and leisurely. The mentors were able to explain about Dean and Seamus refurbishing the barn’s bunkrooms, so when they left to collect more items from the builders’ yard they were given three big kisses on top of the ones Harry gave. Augusta went with them, because she had arranged to see John that day, understanding Harry’s preoccupation with the threesome.
A brief tour of the estate was undertaken, and then the new trio felt tired, gave Harry sloppy kisses and retired with Ernie to their room.
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
In his prison, Draco opened his eyes, panicked, hyperventilated and relapsed into a coma.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Harry was feeling tense so he stripped off and jumped into the pool to relax. He swam for about half an hour, not vigorously, but enough to get rid of the tenseness he felt in his muscles. He also used the time to come to terms with some of the happenings since he had woken up and about which he was worried. At the end of the half hour’s musing exercise Ernie jumped in beside him.
“I don’t know how you do it, Harry.” Ernie said as they did lazy lengths together. “I was blushing all over for you, but you took it so calmly.”
“Don’t let the cool outside show fool you Ernie; I’ve spent the last half hour working out my muscle kinks and at the same time arguing the pros and cons with myself.”
“So why did you go so far then, if you weren’t comfortable with it?”
“I have a feeling inside me that drives me on, sometimes. I daresay John would have the proper term for it. When I knew I was exposed I went to grab the bedclothes round me, but the feeling urged me to do the opposite, so I did. Not without a lot of trepidation I might say.”
“It looked so natural, as though you were saying to the trio that it was all right to have an erection.”
“Yes! I imagine that’s what my little voice wanted them to think. Then the little voice infected the other two, I should think. They seem very sensitive to those kind of things. When Seamus was masturbating me I wanted to hide away, but he made me show them that that was all right too. I could hardly not return the compliment on Dean, and in turn he with Seamus, anyway, they had me all fired up by then. We do that to each other, you know. I suppose that that’s part of our loving reaction with each other.”
“I must say; your little floor show had me turned on too. It’s only girls that have done that to me before, am I gay too?”
“Probably not, maybe bi possibly. Do you want to grab my cock and play with it now?”
Ernie looked horrified. Harry realised how he had been misunderstood.
“Sorry Ernie. I wasn’t trying to be brazen or forward. I was asking if you were still high; as a gauge to see your true feelings.”
Ernie recovered from the water he had inadvertently breathed in. “You really believe in shock tactics, Harry. I do see what you mean now. I doubt I’ll have wet dreams about you at night, but if you and the others put on another demonstration like that, I would be very tempted to join in.”
“That’s part of the argument I’ve been having with myself, Ernie. I think it boils down to intentions. If what we do is for the other person’s ultimate good, then we go ahead and do it, don’t we? You know, like going out of your way to help an old dear with their shopping, even if she presses a coin into your hand at the end. It goes wrong if you start thinking I’ll earn a coin if I help that pensioner. But there’s a halfway stage, isn’t there? If I help that old dear she’ll probably give me a coin. That’s when my thinking gets foggy.”
“So where does that get you with our trio?”
“If fooling around will help them; then I’ll indulge, and I know that both Dean, Seamus and I will enjoy it. However, I have to be careful to ensure that they enjoy it too. There is a problem in that, after a certain point, my animal side steps in, just as it did with them this morning. That’s when I have to hope my little voice will stop me going too far. And; that I’ll be able to hear it above the roaring hormones.”
“Thanks for the chat, Harry; it’s given me much to think about. What happens if you make a mistake?”
“Some grace to say sorry and try to make amends if possible.”
“That’s a tall order!”
“If we work for the light, then there always seems to be that space; at least there has been so far.” Harry mused where that statement had come from and then realised that it was the 'little voice' talking through him.
Ernie gave Harry a side hug, and jumped out grabbing his towel. “I’d better get back to see if our charges are awake.”
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
Still immured, Draco dosed fitfully, trying to school his thoughts so that he did not have another panic attack.
~~~ SWIMMING POOL ~~~
Harry swam round a bit longer, considering his conversation with Ernie. Various people drifted to the pool side, some swimming and some sunbathing. It was time for Harry to get out, then he realised he had no towel, and he had been swimming in the nude with an obviously well used prick on show. To make matters worse, the girls were sitting in front of his pile of clothes. Fearing male derision if he asked for help, he put on a mask of indifference and climbed out of the water. The mask lasted until he was reaching for his clothes and his eye caught Susan’s, who was very obviously admiring his attributes. Blushing caused the start of another reaction, so he abandoned his clothes and rushed for his room. On the stairs he met Seamus and Dean.
“Quite a secret exhibitionist, aren’t you Harry?” Dean asked when he saw Harry’s half-hard-on. Both of them had a little grope as they pushed past, increasing his erection to full mast.
In his room Harry began to dry off. Without knocking Grey walked in; he was naked.
“Can I play with it now, Harry?”
Before Harry could answer Grey had a grip. Harry manoeuvred them on to the bed.
“Um … Oh … Don’t squeeze too hard … that’s better … be gentle … Ooh yes …”
Harry closed his eyes enjoying the sensation for a few seconds, when he opened them; he found he had an audience of two more naked young men. Grey was concentrating and following Harry’s quiet suggestions. Soon the milt appeared and Harry squirmed in delight.
“G-G-Grey, p-p-please s-s-stop.”
“Why Harry?” At least Grey did cease pumping.
“Because that creamy substance marks the end of your go; watch my cock and you will see it going soft.”
“It’s my go now,” said Coal, elbowing Grey out of the way and making a grab for Harry’s semi hard prick.
Harry almost stopped him, but the inner voice said no, and he felt his member re-energise. Coal was side on to Harry, so he had a good view of Coal’s permanent stiffy. Coal had taken in Harry’s instruction to Grey and commenced a gentle caress; even then Harry would be at least ten minutes before he came again. Resolved to use the time fruitfully, Harry let his hand touch Coal’s knee, stroking it. Coal continued caressing and pumping, so Harry’s hand started a gentle movement upwards until his fingers were touching the edge of Coal’s hard rod.
“What are you doing, Harry?”
“I thought you would like to know what it feels like. Would you?”
Coal stopped pumping and thought about it. Harry waited with Coal’s unmoving grip squeezing his cock. Coal restarted pumping and looked carefully into Harry’s eyes.
“Fair’s fair. I do it to you, you do it to me. Yes, please!”
Coal’s implement was iron-hard and as cold as an icicle.
‘Probably by the hex’ Harry thought.
Harry called to mind the words for a warming charm and tried it as a wandless experiment. Slowly Harry could feel the circulation warming the flesh beneath his fingers. Coal stopped pumping, and looked at Harry’s fingers.
‘Oh no!’ Harry thought, ‘I’ve gone too quickly,’ preparing to take his fingers away.
“That feels good, Harry.” Coal renewed his efforts on Harry.
Harry smiled, relieved, and started to cum all over Coal’s fingers. Coal was nowhere near coition Harry realised.
“Thank you Coal. Wash it’s your turn next. Please will you wait until Coal makes cream?
Slightly crestfallen, Wash agreed. It gave Harry some recovery time, and time to use various techniques, learnt from Dean and Seamus, to excite Coal’s unfreezing cock. First he concentrated on loosening the young man’s balls, gently pulling and caressing them, but keeping up the pumping action with one hand. Coal’s knob-end turned from light pink to dark purple, so Harry transferred his attentions. Coal began to buck and gasp; then he began to moan. As the moan increased in volume so Harry’s actions went into overdrive. At last, a stream of pearly-white jism shot forth, followed by twelve more. Once the screaming had stopped, Coal fell back on the bed panting and sweating. Carefully Harry milked the last drops out of a not quite so rigid member, trying not to drive Coal too far round the bend from the sensations so engendered.
Recovering slightly, Coal gave Harry a big wet kiss. “Thank you, Harry; will you do it again later, please?”
“I might, but only after the others.” Harry got a towel and mopped the mess off Coal and some off himself as well.
On returning from putting the towel in the basket Harry found Wash lying on the bed.
“My turn now Harry, will you do me like you did Coal, please?”
Harry felt somewhat empty down below and wondered if there was enough blood pressure to make him rise again. Then he looked at Wash, probably the most presentable of the three delectable hunks, noticed the curve of his buttocks disappearing into the bedclothes. Harry thought of what was hidden and imagined the little rosebud just asking to be fucked. A minute of such contemplation had Harry hard again. He knew the rosebud was not his. At least not yet. Despite the different hair colouration, the hard cock in front of him almost matched Blondie’s, so with that in mind Harry set about pleasuring and being pleasured.
The next thing Harry felt was the bed moving; he looked up to see Grey lying down, with Coal’s hand caressing the one remaining un-wanked cock. Briefly Harry put his hand on Grey’s prick, casting the warming spell simultaneously on Grey and Wash; then he returned his hand to Wash. As before Harry’s juices flowed out well ahead of the two unfreezing appendages. Coal was following Harry’s stroke almost slavishly, it worried Harry slightly, but the reactions from Grey seemed to be positive. As it was, both young men, like the good choirboys they were, eventually sang perfectly in unison, spurt for spurt, a dozen times at least.
Another couple of towels were used in the mopping up process and, as they were finishing, a head appeared round the door, it was Ernie.
“Ah there you are, Lunch is nearly over, are you hungry?”
“FAMISHED,” four voices answered emphatically, rising with drooping cocks, and blushing bodies.
Ernie clocked the lack of erection in his charges, and looked at Harry with his mouth open.
“Yes, Ernie! And I feel sore, but they had a good time too. Come on my trio, a quick shower to get rid of the goo, then lunch.”
It was very crowded in Harry’s shower, and an amount of fumbling took place, but no one rose to the occasion, except Ernie, whose hard-on Harry spotted, bulging under the flies of his jeans.
~~~ WOODYATES ~~~
Draco felt as though he was floating and persuaded himself that he had left his body and was on the way to the afterlife.
“I wonder if it’ll be heaven or hell,” he mumbled to himself and passed out.
What seemed a few seconds later he opened his eyes and he knew he was in hell. There was a red glow around him and a demon with glittering green eyes was staring at him.
“Just my luck,” he muttered: “Even the demons look like Specky,” and closed his eyes hoping that it wasn’t true.
Next time he became aware, there was another Potter-like demon basting him with cooking oil.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
There was a definite lessening in the tense atmosphere, as four out of five people greedily ate a late lunch, having second helpings when they were offered.
“Do we have to have that medicine Ernie?” Grey asked when Ernie produced three glasses of orange potion after the meal.
“Yes you do. Until I’m quite sure the effects of your injuries are quite healed.”
“But it tastes awful and makes us feel sleepy.” Wash opined.
“After the energy you expended this morning you should need a rest. Look at Harry, you’ve worn him out.”
“He can have the medicine then,” Coal suggested.
“No … This is specifically made for you three. I’ll make up something for Harry if he likes. Now drink it all up.”
Ernie put on a stern face, so, grimacing, the trio drank the glasses dry. Quite soon they wandered off upstairs to have a lie down.
“Do you need a pick-me-up, Harry?”
“Not this time, thanks, Ernie. But if they expect me to perform three times to their once I shall, and some salve for my prick.”
Okay, I’ll go and make some up, just in case. Though Coal doing Grey was a good sign, don’t you think? I’d better go and see what they’re up to. Bye!”
Harry realised that he was worn out so he retired to his room to recover. He lay on his bed and immediately fell asleep. It must have been the ‘Sleep of the Just’ because no ill dreams assaulted him. A few hours later the boys came into his room and drew Harry into a conversation about his life. He had to be so careful in what he said, so as not to reveal his magical side, but his life at Privet Drive stood him in good stead. In turn the boys revealed some of their upbringing in this remote country village.
Eventually Ernie called in, asking for the boys to take their medicine. While that was happening Harry showered and changed his rumpled clothing, he suggested a walk round the lower garden before they had a dip in the pool. He gently led the conversation round to Saturday’s events, but the boys were no clearer about the events at Woodyates or later on.
In the end it was not Harry’s gentle probing that produced results.
They were dabbling in the stream to see what small fish and insects there were when Harry heard the unmistakeable sounds of someone apparating in. He drew the boys’ attention away from the area and saw Kreacher, in his Carter mode, walking down to see who required entry. He returned very quickly.
“Master, we need a stretcher party very quickly. I have the stretcher there and the young man lying on it. Would the boys help us please?”
Harry gathered by the way Carter was looking at him that nothing would give the magical game away, so he encouraged the boys to help.
Just inside the garden outside the apparating area was Hestia Jones. She was wringing her hands over an injured person. Harry gasped when he recognised who it was; so did the boys.
“He was the other one in our prison. They were beating him up terribly,” supplied Coal.
“I don’t know what he’d done, but no one deserves that. You’ve got to help him Harry,” said Wash in anguish.
“I’ll go and get Ernie; he’ll know what to do.” Grey rushed off towards the house leaving the others to pick up a very battered and moaning Draco Malfoy.
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