Toppers Wallow

The assembled DA were very much relieved to see their leader back among them, even if he was unconscious. The rescue party quickly took Harry to his room and laid him gently on his bed. A blushing Hermione exited quickly when they uncovered him, because his erection was still purple, hard and bobbing. Once they could see Harry was comfortable the rest of the party soon left, leaving Draco gently sponging the dirt off his lover’s body.



Ernie arrived and examined the recumbent person. “It’s mainly exhaustion, Draco. I’ll continue cleaning him if you go and make up this aromatic oil recipe. It’s the one that helped you to recover.” Ernie handed Draco the parchment



“Okay!” Draco was glad to be able to do something to distract his mind from the worry about Harry. It was also, he thought, a way of doing something positive to aid his lover’s recovery. He worked feverishly with pestle and mortar grinding the ingredients into the finest powder possible. He welcomed an equally worried Pullet who was set heating the Sicilian olive oil to the correct temperature. Magician and elf worked over the hot cauldron stirring gently until all the ingredients had fused. The smell of lavender was almost overpowering and, despite the closed doors, drifted up the stairs alerting the company to the potion being brewed.



Draco magically cooled a small vial and left the rest to revert naturally to room temperature; Pullet promised to bottle that residue later. Arriving in the bedroom Draco found Harry clean but comatose.



Ernie giggled slightly. “Now you get to do for Harry, what Harry did for you. He’s not as dehydrated as you were, but he’ll still need plenty of liquid replacement and a half hourly oiling.”



“Right … What about his stiffy?”



“Once he wakes up you two can work that out together. Try and make him relate to you as you have fun. Let him know he’s pleasuring you, not just indulging his personal hormones. He has to distance himself from the compulsion and you’re in a very good emotional position to help him do it.”



Under Ernie’s instruction Draco quickly learnt how to feed a supine Harry the liquidised food that a worried Phealey had made. Draco liked the oily massage bit, gritting his teeth when he had to avoid Harry’s beckoning pubic area which was begging to be played with. After three hours Draco’s sexual tension was beginning to be get on top of him; so when Ernie came to relieve him, Draco immediately retired to the bathroom and pumped his frustration away.



On Draco’s second watch in the middle of the night Harry became restive, moving his abdomen up and down suggestively. Draco needed all his resolve not to touch what was obviously asking for attention. Just before he gave in the episode passed and Harry\'s gyrations lessened back into sleep.



After Saturday breakfast; on the mid-morning watch Harry’s eyes opened whilst Draco was giving him his frontal oily massage.



“Hello Lover. What have you been doing to me? I feel so randy. Why the oil, I smell like a spring garden? Are you going to relieve me, or do I have to do it myself?”



Draco had thought through his varied possible reactions. “Hello Lover, you’ve been out for hours. I\'ve grown really frustrated waiting for you to fuck me.” Draco had arranged to be only wearing a bath robe, so he shrugged it off and showed Harry his winking rosebud.



“Are you sure it’s not my turn?”



“I’ve forgotten,” Draco lied. “C’mon make me happy, you’ve had it more times than me.”



“Oh! Are you sure?”



“Yes, quite sure.” In his brain, Draco added the times Billy had penetrated Harry to the total, thus relieving his conscience.



Harry indulged in no foreplay, inserting into the offered hole quite quickly. Draco was in a little pain, but he held his face in a smile as Harry pumped to and fro. Soon the pain gave way and Draco’s enjoyment slowly increased. He exaggerated his groans of ecstasy to help Harry out of his single minded fuck-sequence. Harry\'s reserves were depleted but his rod was now really pleasuring his partner. Draco came once, but Harry ploughed on. Draco became delirious with passion throwing his body into synchronised convulsions, no longer having to fake any of his responses at all. This time they came together and an exhausted pair relapsed into sleep with Harry still hard inside his mate.



Ernie arrived to relieve Draco and was slightly surprised to find him on the bed sleeping with a somnolent Harry still plugged in. Draco opened his eyes.



Quietly he said, “He gave me a very good time and I let him know that he did.”



“Right, shall I get Phealey to bring you both some proper lunch?” was the equally quiet reply from Ernie.



A smile started on Harry’s face and he wiggled his rooter, making Draco gasp. “In about an hour would be lovely, thank you Ernie. My lover seems to like what I can offer him. Then he has to return the complement, or I’ll definitely be ahead of him.” Another more lascivious squirm took place and Ernie saw the growing looks of passion on both the partners’ faces.



“Err … Right … I’ll do that.” Ernie fled, red in the face, carefully closing the door behind him.



“That charm … Definitely … Does something … For the libido … Doesn’t it?” Harry was now moving rhythmically behind Draco and had his hand caressing Draco’s erection.



“Yes … I remember … It well,” Draco replied, quivering with lust and thrusting back.



Both of Harry’s hands were now engaged round Draco’s cock, one pumping and the other stroking his inflamed mushroom. Excited beyond his wildest dreams, Draco’s muscles contracted and thrust in time with Harry’s increasing fervour. They both gasped as one final deep conjoining worked its magic. Draco felt Harry release inside him, and favoured Harry’s hand with an equivalent creamy libation. They rested.



Half an hour later Harry moved again, still hard and still inserted.



“Do you want to fuck me again?” asked Draco.



“Um … Um … No! You have to have some fun too, you know.”



“I did … it was great … both, having you inside me and your hands giving me a work-out.”



“So? It was a double whammy for you, then?”



“Okay! I get the point. Take it out and turn over.”



Once the return performance was complete, Harry laid in Draco’s arms, softening and snuggling.



“Thanks Lover. The double thrill is good isn’t it? At least that awful compunction has gone. I wonder what would have happened if you hadn’t rescued me.”



“You\'d be tired and still at it. You\'d shriekingly sore and still wanting more. You\'d be shamelessly offering yourself to anyone, begging to have the hex fired at you. Then your heart or your lungs would give out, or even worse you’d burst a blood vessel and bleed to death.”



Harry shuddered as Draco made the list. “Sadistic bastards, weren’t they?”



Phealey arrived with an aromatic tray of delicious food, putting a stop to that particular topic. Both magicians’ tummies rumbled making them realise just how hungry they were; then they tucked in to the proffered repast with gusto. Full stomachs lessened the need for sexual release, so they sat in bed holding hands and chatting inconsequentially. Eventually Draco persuaded Harry to get dressed so the Order Members could see he had recovered. Everyone was there including the four Muggles, they all seemed to be skinny dipping or nude sunbathing, males and females all mixed together. Harry and Draco removed the garments so recently donned and joined the throng; fending-off the solicitous and cheeky remarks which showed their friends’ relief at Harry’s recovery.



Francis wandered in, still in his smart working suit. Seeing all the nudity, he discarded his coverings and jumped in next to Draco. For a twenty-nine year old, Francis still had a youthful body and both of the partners clocked his attributes admiringly as he slid into the water.



“Didn’t you know the sale was today?” Francis asked, colouring up slightly at their obvious ogling.



“Sorry I forgot completely. I was helping Harry to recover from his ordeal.” Draco smiled.



“What ordeal?”



Draco went on to tell Francis about the attack and Harry’s bewitchment.



“I’m glad you feel better, Harry.” Francis gave Harry a big smile. “Now Draco, I hope you don’t mind, but I acted as your agent. It cost six-hundred galleons more than we had discussed. Griphook was with me and he thought you could afford it, so we paid the extra. The fish-farm and forest are yours.”



Impulsively Draco hugged Francis, who stiffened in embarrassment.



“Sorry … I didn’t mean to discomfit you. I’m glad you went that little bit further, we now own quite a large conjoined tract of land between us, enough to offer our newly acquired army of house-elves some gainful employment.”



“Erm … It was more surprise, really … You know I share your point of view, don’t you?”



“No! I hadn’t given it any thought one way or another. I take it you mean sexually?”



Francis reddened. “Err … Yes … You two are the first people I’ve told.”



“Thanks for trusting us.” Harry held out his hand in friendship.



Francis returned the shake, blushing. Draco noticed something growing below the water line.



“Be careful Francis, we’re in mixed company. When you’re ready to get out one of us will hand you a towel.”



“Oh!” Francis reddened. “Erm … I’ve just seen someone rather fetching.”



“Really. Who?”



“That well built young man over there.” Francis indicated with a slight nod.



“Be careful. We’re not quite sure yet which way he leans … Greg, come over here a minute, please?”



Gregory swam over, slightly flushed. “Yes Draco, what is it?”



“Have you met Francis?”



“Err … No! Good to meet you Francis.”



They shook hands and kept eye contact slightly longer than a first meeting should normally be. Draco looked at Harry and raised his eyebrows.



“Francis has some good news. We now own Milkwood; the fish farm and paint-ball place,” said Harry.



“So we thought that, as you’re not returning to Hogwarts, maybe you might like to become the magical caretaker for our properties. You would have Milkwood as your base; the four Muggles would stay at Woodyates. Between you and Billy you would look after Magnet Cottage when we’re away. What do you think?” asked Draco.



“Erm … Me? Do you really mean it? Erm …”



“Of course we do,” Harry confirmed. “The house at Milkwood will need doing up a bit, but we have plenty of elves around. I dare say that Billy and Cole could do bits of structural work if necessary.”



“Is this charity?”



“Sort of. You need a permanent home; we need someone magical to look after the combined estate and monitor the village wards. As well as free lodging there’ll be a salary. Probably some sort of commission on sales and rent gathered”



“Bloody hell! You two really mean it.” Gregory had tears in his eyes. “No one’s been this kind to me for as long as I can remember. You both know it would be silly of me to return to school to take the exams, I ain’t much good academically … Oh dear … Well … Mmm … Yes please?” Between sniffs Gregory recovered slightly.



“I have the keys in my briefcase, would you like to look at your new home?” Francis had an extra gleam of hope in his eyes.



“Err … Can I?”



“OF COURSE YOU CAN,” both partners answered simultaneously.



“We’ll have to walk, Gregory, as I’ve left my broomstick at home.”



“It’s not nearly dark enough, you can ride tandem on my hang glider, that’s how I was saved from the fire, you know.”



“What! By a hang glider?”



“No! By Ron and Hermione on broomsticks.”



“No I hadn’t heard. Will you tell me all about it, please?”



“Let’s get dried first and I’ll tell you on the way over.”



As Francis climbed out, the partners noticed Gregory clocking the half hard cock which the lawyer sprouted. It was Harry’s turn to raise his eyebrows at Draco.



When the sun went down the company sat chatting under the canvas and then, as it was getting chillier, put on some clothes before partaking of dinner. Harry and Draco noticed two absentees at the meal, and wondered exactly what was happening at Milkwood.



Eventually Gregory and Francis returned.



“Did you like what you saw?” Draco asked, noting Gregory’s slightly swollen lips.



“Err … Yes, thank you.” Gregory answered, looking under his half closed eyelids at Francis. “There’s quite a lot of room there and they’ve left some useable furniture. We had dinner at the table they left, Murdoch brought it to us.”



“Any other useable furniture?”



“Yes! A very comfortable double four-poster.”



“I take it you tried it out?”



Both visitors blushed and looked at each other.



“No need to answer, we can see you did. Let us know when you want to go public.”



“Err … Well … Thanks. Not sure there’s anything to go public about … Yet.”



Harry and Draco exchanged looks and then Gregory continued.



“We had a chat with Marianne before it went dark, she was feeding the fish. She reckons that there would be quite a profit in salmon, as well as the trout that are already there, but she’ll need some extra equipment.”



“Okay, find out the price and let us know. Work out the likely profits over a five year period. Then we’ll see if we can afford the capital. Get Billy to help you; he’s ace on that kind of thing.”



“Thanks Draco.”



“I see you’ve inherited your father’s skills,” Harry chided, laughingly.



“I’m no less careful with my money than you are, Lover.” Draco looked piercingly at his amour.



“Okay, okay! Point taken … Greg, will you see Murdoch and talk about adapting the paintball range.



“I’ve already had a preliminary chat with him. Maybe it would be better left as a paintball range; the guns have a decent shooting length. The advantages are that you can prove someone has been hit and not have to enervate them afterwards. If you want the older ones to use wands then the rules are very much the same. We can still use it for the Muggle groups who come regularly during the weekdays too.”



“No offence meant, but you’re brighter than I thought you were, Greg.”



“None taken, Harry. Give me practical things and I’m okay, it’s the bookwork that gets to me. If I can see it as a picture, I’ve got it. Draco and Hermione see their pictures in words, not me though. I like good solid facts that I can envisage. I’ve got various ideas about the range already. I’ll draw them for you once I’ve got them sorted. A different grade of difficulty from first year’s up to seventh. Maybe some Auror training too; paintball decreases the participants’ reaction time-lag, which would be useful in tight corners.”



“Great! You seem to have it under your belt. Just show us the plans first.” Draco side-hugged Gregory. “Are you staying the night Francis? If you do, don’t forget we all go to church in the morning.”



“Oh! But I’m not a Christian!”



“Do you belong to another faith then?”



“No! Just a vague belief in an omnipresent being who gives us gifts to use.”



“Good! Now you can give him thanks for those gifts.”



“Mmm … Perhaps I will … Seems that various things are working out for me too. Where will I sleep?”



“I’m sure Greg can find you a place … Can’t you Greg?”



“Erm … Yes … Let’s talk it over privately shall we Francis?”



“If you need to get in touch with Washer, I know Kreacher is in regular contact with her.”



“Thanks Harry, goodnight, Draco.”



Draco replied and looked at Harry, whispering, “I wonder if they will?”



“I bet they already have. Still it’s none of our business is it?”



“No! But it’s still nice to know.”



“Don’t push it, Lover. Let them go at their own pace and support them whatever they decide. I got pushed into battles I didn’t want, and people still expect of me what I’m not prepared to give. You too, both of us were hardened by our experiences and it took a lot to break down our shells, didn’t it?”



“Okay! I get the idea. Now I’ve got some better ideas about someone else.”



“Really.” Harry’s eyebrows lifted in mock surprise, “I wonder who that could be?”



“You, of course, Silly. And bed.”



Harry let his shoulders slump. “Yes I do feel rather tired; a nice long sleep would be so refreshing.”



“Oh! Sorry Lover. You had a rather tiring day yesterday didn’t you? I should have remembered. Let me help you up the stairs.”



Harry played limp until they were in the bedroom and Draco was helping him to undress. Only when Draco was starting to undo Harry’s trousers did Harry pounce, kissing his lover deeply.



“You bugger,” Draco gasped, coming up for air.



“If you’d gone an inch further, you’d have known any way.” Harry pulled his zip down revealing his reddening erection. “Fancy using some more of that lavender oil?”