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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Masturbation)
~~~ BLOND CURLS ~~~
Harry looked down in horror at his battered school opponent and fellow geas sufferer.
“Yes Harry, I know who it is,” whispered Hestia, when she saw Harry’s expression of anguish at the new patient. “Can you grit your teeth and offer him the hospitality of your home, please? We found him in a cellar at Woodyates Farm. It had been magically hidden, I doubt he’s had anything to drink or eat since Saturday. He’s really in a bad way. He had an implement attached to his private parts, which we managed to remove. I think they were using it to torture him. Unfortunately, Poppy has no beds anywhere and she’s sent these rehydration packs for Ernie to use.”
Draco had dried blood all over him and Harry could see semi-healed cuts and bruises under the outward mess. His heart went out to the injured young man, remembering his reluctance to kill Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower, and Albus’s last words of invitation to turn over a new leaf. He felt the geas pushing him and also remembered that he had seen Draco helping with the injured during the battle and their conversation at the ice cream parlour. Harry wondered what Draco had done to deserve such a beating.
‘That proves he’s had that change of heart,’ mused Harry, privately. “Of course he can stay, for as long as is necessary too,” he said aloud.
Hestia looked relieved and, once the stretcher party was out of sight, apparated back to Woodyates. By this time Ernie had come out to meet them bringing his emergency bag with him. Harry saw the look of disgust on Ernie’s face; not being sure whether it was about the person or the injuries.
“It’s all right Ernie, he can stay. Let’s put him in the four bunk room for the time being. I’ll see if I can get Minerva to swap.”
“Minerva to swap what, Harry?” The lady in question had appeared at the top of the stairs, inquisitive about the fuss.
“Swap rooms, please Minerva. Then Ernie has all his charges in one area.”
“Oh! Mr Malfoy! What have they done to you?” The Headmistress was aghast. “Of course I’ll swap, and straight away, too.” She looked guiltily at Harry: “Sorry Specky, have I set it off?”
“It seems to have altered Minerva, there’s no urgency in it now, it’s more like caring for him than any urgent carnality.”
“Probably because the geas-maker is dead, and you killed him,” Minerva mused. She moved her immediate effects so that Draco could be carefully transferred into her bed. Carter picked up the suitcase and showed Headmistress McGonagall where her new room was.
Ernie needed to see to various medicines and have a quick floo-chat with Poppy so Harry agreed to sit with Malfoy meanwhile. Before he went Ernie filtered the light into a dim red. Harry sat with the light reflected in his glasses wielding a sponge and gently trying to remove some of the clotted blood and dirt stains. The blond awoke, gasped and muttered something about demons basting him for roasting before relapsing again.
Ernie returned with Grey and he set about rehydrating Malfoy, getting Grey to help him in the cleaning up process. Harry went to check on Coal and Wash.
Harry had noticed a big change in the boys’ demeanour and he hoped it was not a relapse.
“Oh Harry. We’re so ashamed of what we did to you,” wailed Coal, as Harry met them in their room. “That woman who was with the men who beat-up that young man, convinced us that you were and evil boy-molester, and somehow got us to put on that demonstration to lure you out of your house.”
“Then all those funny fireworks started and we got mixed up in them as well,” continued Wash. We’re sorry we set them off; it must have spoilt the show for the villagers. I don’t know what we’ll say to our mums about dancing naked in the lane, like that.
Both the boys had tears in their eyes, so Harry hugged them. “It’s all right, you didn’t spoil the fireworks for the parishioners and they were too busy watching them to notice your nude acting. The only person who saw you apart from me and a few friends was John the Vicar.”
“Oh no! He’ll throw us out of the choir and we so love singing too.”
“I’ve talked to him and he understands that you were under the influence of a bug-eyed hypnotist. I must say, your cavorting was quite an appealing sight to begin with; then I saw you were not in charge of yourselves. Somehow, the fireworks going off disturbed the horrible person’s hold on you and you sneaked away.” Harry was applying a light belief-charm whilst he was talking. “Probably a good job too, with all the fireworks around us you’d probably have been burnt quite seriously.”
“Yes, but what about the Vicar and our parents, my dad’ll kill me if hears of me showing myself in public, like that,” worried Coal.
“And what about your friends who saw us?” added Wash.
“First off; my friends won’t say anything. We’ve come across that type of thing before. Those bad-guys use all kinds of dirty tactics quite often. However, they’re now in prison, so they won’t do that again for a long time. The lady you saw, bringing the hurt young man in, is part of a special police force who deal with this kind of thing. She’ll need you three to make statements, so we can prosecute the criminals thoroughly. The only reason we kept you here was so you could remember all that happened and help us to put those bastards away for good.”
“Yes we’ll tell her. But … What are we to tell our parents?”
“That’s up to you three. I think John has told them you were in quarantine because of burns incurred when the fireworks went off. He may have mentioned something about shock too, because that is what made you forget what had happened.”
“But there’s the sex thing too.”
“Is that something new?” asked Harry, scrutinizing their faces carefully.
“Err ... No ... Not really. We’ve been playing with each other for some time, if you know what I mean.”
Harry nodded, and paused; willing them to go on.
“Well; you, Dean and Seamus seem not to be worried about it. We hid it away because we were told it was wrong.”
“Who told you?”
“Well there’s those teachings of Saint Paul, aren’t there?”
“And it’s not natural is it?”
“The animals don’t do it, do they?”
“And it’s a gift for making babies, isn’t it?”
“Do you really feel that your love for each other is so bad? Really deep down feelings, like?”
“No! Of course not.” Coal reacted, going red in the face. “But our other mates aren’t like this, they boast of all the girls they’ve laid.”
“Most of that’s fantasy; we know a lot of it isn’t true.” Wash looked diffident. “We just keep quiet when they talk about things like that.”
“Yes so do we, but our close friends know about us and so does the Vicar. There are quite a few people around who feel the same way that we do, but they tend to keep themselves to themselves too.”
By this time Grey had joined them, and had had a brief recall of their discussion so far. “I think we’ve got to tell our parents. I’ve felt awful hiding away my feelings from my mum.”
“Maybe we could tell our mums first.”
“My dad’ll kill me. He goes on about nancie-boys something rotten,” Cole put in.
“Harry says Father John knows about him, Dean and Seamus. Maybe we should tell him too.”
“I’m not sure I want our naked dancing to come out. We ought to have a cover story for that, at least.”
“Err ... Harry ... Could we say we got mixed up in the fireworks and got burnt, like you said? Say we were coming in to the party when they went off. We can hardly say we’ve been playing with each other’s tools for the last few days either, can we?”
The others nodded in agreement.
“I’ll go along with that and I’m sure Ernie will too. Shall we get him to paint odd patches on your skin, so that it looks authentic?”
“Yes please, Harry. I think we’d better get this over and done with soon, before we lose our nerve.”
“Is this afternoon okay? Don’t forget that your mums and John had planned to come to see you anyway.”
“Err ... Oh ... Yes ... Okay.”
The boys blanched a bit, and then set too, working out what they were going to say. Harry left them to go and see Ernie, whom he found sitting beside Draco’s bed.
~~~ STANDING IN ~~~
Quietly Harry told Ernie what the boys had agreed.
“I’ve got just the thing to stain their skin temporarily; it’ll wash out in a few days’ time and look like a healing sequence. Do me a favour will you? I really have to go to the loo; there’ll be a nasty mess if I don’t. Would you mind sitting with Blondie whilst I go?”
“Okay Ernie, take your time, I’ll be okay with him, you’d better paint the boys too and have a bit of a breather and something to eat; any special instructions?”
“Yes: keep this red light on; he’s been in the dark for four or five days and I don’t want his eyes hurt when he opens them. Wake him up in half an hour and give him three drops of this potion mixed into a big glass of water which he has to sip slowly. Sometime after he drinks it he’ll need to pee, it’s part of the rehydration process – probably when you have to massage him. It’s a bit delicate, because his hands are all bandaged, so you’ll have to deal with the bottle for him.”
Harry coloured up; then he remembered that Ernie was not part of the group that knew of his and Draco’s geas. He looked at the helpless patient. “Um ... Ernie ... Um ... All right.”
“Then in half an hour after that he needs a repeat dose and you need to rub his body all over with the aromatic oil in that bottle, be careful, a little goes a long way. It’ll do your quidditch callouses no end of good too. I’ll be back in a couple of hours or so; I really need a bit of rest and a wash. Hourly rub-downs and half hourly doses is the approximate rule, Okay?”
“Okay Ernie, if you sleep longer I’ll keep going, don’t worry.”
Ernie thanked Harry and went out of the room.
When the first half hour came round Harry put the drops into the water and the glass to Malfoy’s lips. The patient was semi-conscious and opened his lips to sip without opening his eyes. After the potion had all gone inside Harry gently tucked his ex-rival under the sheets.
Harry was getting himself into a state about having to do very personal things for the comatose blond: “I hope I can be gentle with him and he accepts it,” Harry muttered under his breath. Almost on cue Draco woke up.
“Specky, what are you doing here? So you weren’t a demon after all. Where’s my medic? I need to pee urgently.”
“You’re a guest in my house. He’s on the loo and I’m here to help you instead.”
“What! Your house? Why not a hospital?”
“All the magical British beds are taken with those recovering from the battle of Hogwarts and last week’s attacks. This is the nearest safe house to where you were injured. Now let me help you have a pee.” Harry had picked up the bottle and was turning down the bedclothes whilst he spoke.
“Can’t I have that nice medic back? The geas might set in.”
“It seems to have changed with me and is less urgent. Ernie will be back in a bit, he’s got to rest, but I’m here just now.” Harry put his no-nonsense face on and looked at Draco.
“Oh ... All right then ... But this is under protest.”
Harry handled Malfoy’s penis gently, inserting it into the bottle and ensuring there would be no overflow. He watched what was happening carefully, monitoring the process and admiring the implement in its environment of silver-blond curls, he also mused on its size wondering if Draco now had a greater magical propensity. He began to feel his crotch expanding; especially when he remembered the previous incidents, and had to wipe the last drops off with a tissue when the blond had finished. Harry was almost sure he sensed a little excitement on Malfoy’s behalf as Harry tucked Draco’s cock back into its pyjama bottoms.
“Specky; I think you enjoyed doing that, didn’t you?” Draco blushed and added quietly: “I know I did, although it’s no longer geas urgent.”
“Um ... Well ... It’s the first thing I’ve been able to do for you for some years without a geas pushing me or you being nasty about it, so I suppose the answer is yes.”
“Oh! Well then, thank you; I thought you were very gentle with my cock. Perhaps I have to learn to be more pleasant, as well. The geas seems to have lost some of its force too. It seems we are still now both batting for the same side, now I’ve eventually been rescued from my minders.”
Harry wondered what Draco meant and then decided to go for peace, not sex. “I’m glad you accepted the Headmaster’s offer.”
“How did you know about that?”
“I was on the tower when he made it, hidden under my invisibility cloak, and under his Incarcerous hex. It disappeared when he died; then I gave chase to you and Snape.”
“Oh ... I see ... Well, after you chased us we apparated to my godfather’s home. Later on, my father wanted to ensure I came to no harm. I was kept at the Manor almost like a prisoner. Uncle Sev came and tutored me occasionally, and he’d whisper some of the proper news to me, not the tosh Voldemort or the Ministry churned out. Occasionally I’d be allowed out into Diagon Alley under guard, just to keep up appearances. I’m sorry about having to imprison you like that, but I quietly showed Dobby where to find you.”
“Yes I remember it, and the way you almost gave me the three wands.”
Draco smiled slightly and continued: “Later on when Uncle Sev was headmaster I was allowed back to school. Again it was a gesture on my father’s behalf, mainly to curry favour with Voldemort, I think, but I was still heavily chaperoned. Then they made me stay behind on that day in the room of requirement. Thanks for saving me from the fire.”
“That’s reciprocal, you shielded us when we were knocked out …”
“… It’s a pity both my minders weren’t taken. Recently my father set those other two thugs to protect me, I think. I soon found out that they were my jailers as well.”
“You can’t wish people dead like that Blondie. We have to protect life, not wish it away.”
“Says the ultimate hero! However, you weren’t the one suffering agonies if ever I put a foot wrong. They had this thing clipped to my balls and an equivalent amulet on one of the minders. If he touched his wand on to it, I’d roll about in agony. Sometimes they’d just do it for fun. Minus a wand I had no way of freeing it, that’s why I had to talk to you in riddles at the ice-cream parlour. You know; those two weren’t as dozy as I thought they were. As soon as we reached Knockturn Alley they started asking questions, I made up various stories to explain what we were talking about, but I don’t think they believed me.”
“So what happened next?”
“We apparated to somewhere I didn’t know, they stripped me naked and strung me up. They’d play with me and get me all hot, and then use the clip to make me howl. I don’t know whether my Father had ordered it, or they were having some fun on the side, but I stuck to the stories I’d told them. Graucus would come and gloat, he said he would give me back to my father after the raids. Oh dear ... Hmm ... Specky ... I’ve got to pee again.”
“Can you hold it for a minute while I empty this?”
“Very good! But be quick.”
Harry was quick, emptying the contents down the toilet hurriedly. Draco was semi-hard when Harry put his prick in the bottle. Harry’s erection started to expand again and when drying time came, he started stroking the blond’s penis without thinking.
“Hmm ... Specky ... I think it’s quite dry now thank you.”
“Um … Sorry … I was thinking about what you just told me. Oh Yes!” said Harry, looking at his watch. “I have to rub you all over with this oil once every hour. What about your hair and face?”
“The medic didn’t do them last time, but he was pretty thorough everywhere else.”
“No point in doing your pyjamas up then, may I do your back first?”
Draco groaned as he was rolled over. Harry poured a little oil into the palm of one hand; it smelt of lavender and roses and, as Harry found out, was extremely slippery. There was a little hollow in Draco’s back into which Harry poured the contents of his palm. Using his fingertips Harry commenced the massage, with Draco moaning in pleasure as Harry’s digital manipulation eased-out all the bruises and contusions left over from Draco’s torture. As Harry drew Draco’s pyjama trousers down, revealing two downy haired buttocks, he felt a kick from his libido. It subsided again when he saw the dreadful marks on them and the back of the blond’s legs.
Back and legs finished Draco turned over. Harry used the depression round Draco’s navel as his pool for the frontal caressing. He carefully avoided Draco’s pubic area making sure everywhere else was thoroughly massaged.
“Hmm … Specky! You’ve not done the thing that was most brutally tortured, that needs your attention as well.”
Harry blushed bright red. “Um ... sorry ... I must say it is rather a splendid implement, Blondie. You’ve grown a lot since that time I gauged you on the train. Much the same size as when we entertained Nagini, though.” Harry dipped in the last of the navel’s reservoir and applied his hands to Draco’s cock, which swelled in appreciation.
“Well now ... Thank you for the compliment, Specky. I really think that as we are becoming this intimate you could call me by my given name again, without setting the geas off. Besides, if that bulge is anything to go by, you’re still fairly well endowed too.”
“Um ... Oh ... I was hoping it wouldn’t show.”
“It looks interesting, but I’m feeling sleepy again now. Perhaps later you’ll come and talk to me again. I agree the geas is not forcing things so it seems that we might be able to reawaken certain interests again, but without that urgent compulsion. Yes, Specky?” Draco looked meaningfully at Harry’s bulge.
“Okay, Blondie. But only when you're a little better, just in case the geas returns in full force. I’ll still be sitting here at least until Ernie returns.” Harry helped Draco to settle in, making sure the bed-clothes were well tucked around him.
Harry sat for a couple of hours, interrupted by feeding and oiling sessions, trying to sort out what he felt about Draco’s obviously suggestive remarks and whether the geas was still active. Each time oiling came round Draco responded by quickly going hard. Harry was pleased when Ernie returned early; it freed Harry to go to his room and relieve his pent up feelings, by hand.
After lunch Harry volunteered to sit with Draco whilst Ernie went for his meal. Draco woke a little later. “Are you still here, Specky?” For a change, his intonation was not challenging or argumentative.
Harry smiled. “Not still here, you’ve been out for a few hours and I’m relieving Ernie again whilst he has his lunch break. He says you must drink this potion as soon as you wake and I have to massage you again.”
“Must I? It tastes horrible!”
“What would Madam Pomfrey say, if you said that to her?” Harry chuckled lightly.
“Very good! I get it. I’ll drink it; if only for the sake of our new re-found amity.” Draco pulled a face as the medicine passed his lips. “Err ... Specky? Will you help me again, please?” Draco blushed and pointed downwards.
Harry started to match Draco’s hue as he found the empty bottle and fumbled a half-hard-on into the wide neck of the bottle. During the mopping up process Draco became fully hard, with an attractive scarlet knob-end. Harry stared at it, not quite sure whether to continue mopping or not. He only just managed to overcame his animal instincts and some residual geas-like promptings.
“C’mon Blondie, turn over so I can put the oil on you.”
Draco did as he was bid. Harry became hard very quickly; he could see the beauty returning to Draco’s buns. It was not helped by Draco lifting his bum and parting his legs when Harry reached that area of Draco’s body. Harry could see a delightful pink pucker nestling between two enticingly round buns and remembered what it was like to be inside it. He fought hard not to start any digital penetrative action. It was worse when Draco turned over, because he was completely hard, with a crimson glans to die for. Harry left the most tempting area until last, every-now-and-again looking mesmerised at the bobbing robin awaiting his ministrations. He could put it off no longer, and as he massaged, Draco responded with great sighs of lust. Harry forced himself to stop, much against the dictates of the animal passions raging inside him.
“Hmm ... Specky ... I’m enjoying that, please don’t stop. I don’t remember having a proper emission for nearly a week now ... Hmm ... Would you help me ... Please?” Draco waved his bandaged hands under Harry’s nose, to add emphasis to his plea.
Harry was already equally hard before the request. “Um ... Blondie ... Um ... Do you really want me to masturbate you?”
“Yes please ... like you used to … that is if you don’t mind ... I really do need some sexual release.”
“Um ... Oh ... Okay then.” Harry started stroking Draco’s hard-on, applying some of the new techniques that he had learnt from Dean and Seamus.
Draco lay on the bed gyrating in time to Harry’s ministrations. One particular technique really got Draco going, that of twizzle and head-wipe. Each time Harry applied it; Draco arched his hips and gasped. Five minutes and the creamy spurts started. The wiping treatment continued for a minute or two after Draco’s fruition and had him writhing in ultimate pleasure. Harry slowly eased the manipulation and then applied a cleaning charm, quivering in suppressed sexual angst.
“Thanks for that Specky, you need to do something about your bulge. I’d like to watch ... that is if you don’t mind, of course.”
Harry stared at Draco nonplussed, realising that he really would like to show his prick again to Draco and wondering how perverted he had become or if the geas was re-asserting itself. “Um ... Blondie ... Do you really mean that?”
“I’m tempted to make one of my usual sarcastic replies, Potter. However, it’d be a real turn on for me to watch you, please? I still have wet dreams about fairies and gardens; plus, what the geas made us do; don’t you?”
“Um ... Yes … Okay then!”
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