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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}]
~~~ COMPANIONS ~~~
(Masturbaion, frotting, sixty-nine, five in a pool fun,
Draco and Harry were in each other’s arms making out.
“Erm ... Guys? Sorry ter interrupt, but could Dean and I have a word please?” Seamus was smiling broadly at Draco and Harry, whilst Dean just stood and stared open mouthed.
“What is it Finnegan, can’t you see we’re busy? Oh! Sorry! I have to remember I’m the new Draco now, not the old Malfoy.” Draco giggled and Harry smiled.
Seamus cottoned on quickly and joined in the mirth. Dean was still nonplussed.
“So now you’re on our side, welcome ter the clan, Draco. Harry told us he thought you’d changed sides and it wasn’t just the geas making you. I must say that Harry’s body is quite a good reason fer teaming up with us. Isn’t he just gorgeous?”
“Don’t make Dean jealous by lusting after me, Seamus,” simpered Harry, in jest.
“Yes Seamus, it’s a very good reason.” Draco patted Harry’s bum. “However there are deeper reasons as well, you know. It isn't the geas forcing us, of that we're sure now, that's confirmed by our pink aura. It's also because my father is Seignior and I’ve really experienced what Voldemort was like. Having run away I’m without a home and source of income because he’s made things too awkward for me to return to Malfoy Manor. He decided that this Malfoy heir is not to become gay – as if I could help it – and fixed me up with Prune-face.”
At this everyone cracked up.
“Merlin, Draco,” said Dean wiping away his mirthful tears: “She’d scare the pants off any self-respecting male. I wouldn’t wish her on my worst enemy … Ooh sorry … you used to be that … didn’t you?”
“She had the pants off me, quite literally, you know how muscular she is; my father had confiscated my wand so I had little defence.”
“Did you fuck her, then?”
“No way! She wanted to play with it.”
“So … Did you enjoy it?”
“What … with yards of tight cord wound round about it … not on your sweet Nellie?”
All the males grimaced; imagining what it might be like.
“Well at least she was a fellow Slytherin student.”
“Hmm … there are students and STUDENTS and she’s neither. I don’t think that I was really up for all those things I made such a fuss about at school; I was just trying to live up to my father’s image of me.”
“Yes I remember it well,” Seamus looked slyly at Draco: “When you had me in that apparatus and you started spurting fire.”
“That was Voldie’s machinations, not my father. That beast had a compulsion ring fitted around my balls.”
“What apparatus was that, Draco?” asked Dean.
“Something left over from the Pink Toad’s era, which the Carrows expected me to torture students on.”
“It wasn’t that bad really. Quite enjoyable, at least until it repeated the process,” ventured Seamus: “Then my prick and arse became sore.”
“The Pink Toad?” Harry puzzled: “Oh! You mean Umbridge. She had something like that in her office. I was connected to it a few times. The worst part was when the cat licked the end of my prick.”
“Yes, it licked mine too,” averred Draco: “However the Carrows added a penetration device to it.”
A discussion took place where the various participants revealed in more detail what had happened to them. Next Draco gave them a brief résumé of the happenings at Malfoy Manor that led to his being at the cottage and they commiserated with him, further. It led to the gay quartet becoming reconciled and physically repeating their welcome. Mutual kissing and groping across partnerships developed, but without any true sexual contact.
Dean shook hands with Draco who asked: “Thanks for the welcome, now what can we do for you?”
“Oh … Err … Well. Me dad’s been messing around with the walls at Finnegan’s Fortress; he always does it, y’know. Well he’s gone too far this time and me Mum’s thrown a wobbly and Dad’s walked off in a huff. She seems to have decided that maybe Dean and I can be friends with benefits after all.” Seamus pulled a cynical face: “So I’ve got ter go and sort the rubble out. Dean’s coming ter help and support me, so we have ter be off pronto, d’y’see. Thanks fer the rumble and the hospitality, Harry, but we’d better be going. See you soon at Hogwarts, Professors.” Seamus grabbed the still gawping Dean and they went off towards the apparating area.
“That was a quick departure, Draco. I’ll ask Kreacher to change the sheets etc.”
‘Pop:’ “It’s already done Master and I’ve changed yours too. The three muggle Masters are already enjoying the delights of a double bed. I have some hot chocolate waiting for you in your bedroom. Master Ernie says that Master Draco has to take his potion just to be doubly sure.”
“Ugh! It tastes like old socks smell. I’m quite sure Harry’s thaums have cured me completely.”
“Master Ernie says I have to hold you down with elf-magic if you don’t take it. Kreacher wonders if Master Draco can remember Dobby and Sonny giving him a cold-potion when he was five?” Kreacher winked craftily at Harry.
“Yes I do, Kreacher. I think I’ll do as Ernie says; I’d rather not endure that again. However, I can take away the taste with your sweet hot chocolate, afterwards, if you’d bring me one.”
“Hey Draco, does that mean you fancy sharing a bed with me?”
“We’ve already done that Harry.”
“Um … Yes, I know. I mean a double bed, as I’m going to be all alone in mine tonight.”
“Oh! I see! Well … I might just do you a favour and keep you warm tonight, seeing as you did me a favour or two, earlier.”
“Actually I was thinking something more permanent than just a one-night stand, Mr Malfoy.”
“That proposition has its possibilities, Mr Potter. The bed I recovered in is a bit small for the activities I have in mind, can we shower first?”
“Only if I can soap you all over.”
“Well, well … a personal body servant … Hmm … Come on, what are you waiting for?”
Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and departed at the trot, telling Harry, en-route, that he liked a hot shower because it relaxed him. Harry replied that it suited him as well.
Soon they were embracing under the hot water before the soaping began. When it did begin, Draco was all shower efficiency, ensuring Harry was clean everywhere, but not lingering. Harry was not. He lathered up his hands and started to massage Draco’s torso sensually, standing behind him. As Harry reached round, his implement rode in the slot provided by Draco’s bum. Harry’s hands found what they had been searching for and Draco’s hard-on received all the attention Harry thought it truly deserved.
“I’m sure that part of my body is amply clean now, Harry.”
“Um … Do you want me to stop?”
“Hmm … No! I’ve never had an erotic shower before.”
“So you’ve never jerked-off in the shower?”
“No! I tend to do that privately in bed when I’m conjuring up sexy images of a certain green-eyed person.”
“Oh! How pedestrian! The Hogwarts rumour factory has you experimenting with many other students and in all kinds of interesting places.”
“Despite my reputation, Mr Potter: I’ll have you know that I have not been giving myself to everyone that lusted after me, thank you. What about you? You had most of Hogwarts sighing after you, girls and boys were equally enamoured. Throwing themselves at you, by all accounts”
“Ollie and Marcus taught me a few things, and I had some practice with Cedric too. Then on the other side I had a try with Cho, but she was weeping about Cedric most of the time and it rather put me off. She didn’t thrill me like you do. I thought Ginny and I were an item, but she’s gone all funny on me lately. I’ve messed around with my dorm mates in our room, but that was experimenting and comparing without any feeling of attachment. Dean and Seamus have shared my bed and its delights more than once. The attraction was probably animal, but they’re very nice and caring. In a way you’ve haunted my dreams and my life since we had that fling at school, not always pleasantly, I might add, despite the geas. Most of those sexy dreams were of overpowering you and doing unspeakable and unlikely things. Probably revenge when you’d been particularly nasty.”
“Yes, well! That time in the classroom, during Umbridge’s reign, when those two held you down. I enjoyed playing with you in a perverse sort of way, but then I was a perverse sort of person. It wasn’t as satisfying as imagined it would be, but it left me wanting more. I’d seen the grown-up implement you had and watched you react, but there was still something missing. I knew I could take you like that again, but I wanted you to give yourself to me, not be forced like we were with Voldie’s geas. I remembered the good times we had at the Leaky Cauldron. I suppose that that was the start of my loving you. Then the hate period set in and I had no idea how to approach the subject to see if the feelings were reciprocated, because we’d built up such a detestation barrier between us. But now … Oh … Oh … Ah … Oo-oo-oo-oo-whee!”
Draco bucked as Harry’s manipulations brought him to the boil. Draco’s gripping buns had the same effect on Harry and for five or so minutes after their climax, they clung to each other, passively letting the hot water remove the signs of their passion. One of them turned the water off and they grasped the towels, slowly drying each other. Dried by pink towels, surrounded by a pink aura two pink young men slowly made their way from shower to a bed with pink sheets, pausing a few times to indulge in a kiss en-route. Their libidos were now quiescent, so they lay on the bed stroking each other, re-exploring their partner’s body intimately.
Spurred on by Draco’s reminiscences they remembered the various fights they had had and found it interesting to hear the other’s point of view. They sorted out their guilty feelings about the bathroom encounter and about the growing division after their initial experiments. Eventually the conversation returned to the reign of Dolores and that session Draco had forced on Harry. They realised that the game that was played out then, was really them showing their feelings of attraction, but not daring to express them in front of their peers. That made them hot again, so a vigorous sixty-nine took place. Afterwards they rearranged themselves into a peaceful spooned hug, falling into a rapturous, exhausted sleep.
~~~ FRIDAY ~~~ 13/08/98
This morning was far from being peaceful. Three naked and excited people burst into Harry’s bedroom. Whipping off the bedclothes and revealing the two morning woodies hidden beneath. Draco tried to cover up but the boys would not let him.
“C’mon Draco, Harry’s shown us his, and we’ve played with it. Yours is just as big and delicious, only it’s got a fair surround instead.” Cole winked at Wash, who smiled lasciviously back, eyeing Draco’s jewels.
Draco looked at Harry, nonplussed. All Harry could do was giggle and display his wares to the other three. Draco blushed; then remembered what Harry had told him about the three young men coming to terms with their homosexuality and, as well as his prisoner’s attraction to them, he remembered how they’d been abused by Graucus. Diffidently he removed his concealing hands, allowing the boys a further perusal of his erect attributes.
“Can I touch it, please?” asked Washington.
Graham had already started to caress Harry’s stiff prong. Harry lent over and gave his new lover a long and very wet kiss; so much so, that Draco forgot all about who was playing with his prick; allowing himself the luxury of wallowing in Harry’s affection. Their hugging only stopped when they gasped for air as their emissions started to squirt. Only then did they find out that the trio swapped places with each other.
“C’mon you two. Come and join us in the pool, we can wash and play there as well. The sun’s shining and it’s so refreshing.” Graham tried to take Draco’s hand and gently lead him out of the bedroom.
“Pool? What pool?” asked Draco.
Harry grabbed Draco’s hand from Graham. “C’m’ere Lover, into the bubble. Now look down.”
“Oh! I say! A grandstand view; even the Manor doesn’t have one of these; it’s hidden away in a shrubbery. Can we dive in from here?”
“Better not, it’s a bit shallow.” Graham grabbed Draco’s hand back from Harry.
Draco was bemused, but Harry, following on closely, could see him eying up Graham’s stiff appendage.
“Go on, if you want to,” Harry whispered. “I can guarantee it’s a good experience and I won’t be jealous at all. It’s time you had some fun, but you might find yourself with the other two wanting equal shares in the action.”
“Don’t you care about me anymore, then?”
“Yes very much, but you fancy those three and they’ve been eying you up. I care enough to trust you not to let things get out of hand. Besides, I’ve had sessions with them, so this’ll make us even.”
The water was warm from the sunshine of a few days and one or two judicial heating charms, care of Draco and his hawthorn wand which Harry had recently returned. Kreacher had manufactured floating trays, using some of the rubber rings that had supported the dance floor, so breakfast was taken dans l’eau. By coffee-time they were much wrinkled and feeling tired. Everyone had experienced manual pleasure with everyone else and Harry realised that his new love was hardly experienced at all in giving pleasure to others. He stored up that information, remembering how Dean and Seamus had made him aware of the various loving possibilities.
They hauled out before coffee was served, lazing around nakedly in deckchairs and on sun-loungers. Harry was pleased to see some sort of normalcy in the trio’s behaviour and made quiet observations to Draco, as the opportunity arose. They took a leisurely lunch and afterwards split up. Harry went to his study to continue his lesson planning. Coleman, Washington and Graham took Draco in hand and started to show him the Garden and the woods.
~~~ THE GLADE ~~~
At teatime Harry found Draco alone in the garden.
“Hey Draco, did the trio ditch you?”
“No Harry, I ditched them. I wanted to be peaceful and their exuberance became overpowering. They’re all right though, playing football in the practice area.”
“So what are you thinking about?”
“I was being quiet with the flowers; I needed some peace after the recent turmoil; the flowers and plants exude quietude. My mother taught me to communicate with green growing things and some of your garden reminds me of the one at the manor.”
“Do you miss it, very much?”
“Not the madness when Voldie and, more recently, my father were there, but yes; my mother and her quiet ways in the garden. We could leave the frustrations behind and steep in the long term peace of the plants. I shall enjoy this garden greatly, it’s already helping me to find a new equilibrium to my life and your plants react in a friendly way, just like the ones at home did. However, you do need to attract a flourish of fairies.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, so do I. Later on you can tell me about the fairies, but not now. Sometime you’ll have to show me your skills in plant communication, but not immediately, either. Like you, I want to be at rest for the present. Our frustrations can be put aside for a time, our ambitions hidden away for a day and our worries washed clean.”
“Okay! Hold my hand Harry, just in peaceful friendship; it’s so nice to have found an equal partner, one whom I want to trust fully.”
Hand in hand Draco and Harry meandered through the garden, shrubbery and woods. They’d stop to listen to birdsong, or watch a butterfly flitting from bloom to bloom. Sometimes it was a colour that caught their eye or the shape of a leaf, sometimes a hidden view was exposed. There were no arguments and few reminiscences; somehow that wandering, wondering walk drew them together in ways that no sexual activity could ever do. Their joint aura became less apparent as it intensified and drew in towards them. Both felt their loving friendly partnership growing with every stride and each quiet word. Near the old temple they found an idyllic spot. A small clearing, a pool with a tinkling waterfall, the light breeze soughing through the leaves; dappled sunlight on a warm bank of thyme which gave off a delicious odour when they sat. Draco’s head rested on Harry’s shoulder, Harry’s cheek residing in Draco’s hair. An arm round each other’s shoulder and their spare hands lightly clasped. There was little need for talk; they seemed to communicate in other ways. Mentally they cast off old enmities and soaked in congenial companionship.
Their dual dreamlike state faded into a gentle termination as the sunshine slowly drifted away from their glade and their stomachs reminded them of a meal nearly missed.
Using the secret passage, they strolled back to the cottage.
“Masters, are you feeling okay?” Kreacher enquired.
“Yes thanks, Kreacher. We were being peaceful together and forgot the time.”
“The others have had their dinner and are playing football in the practice area. They wanted to go and search for you, but I could feel your auras and they didn’t seem agitated. I’ve set a small table in the corner for you. I hope you like the flowers.”
“Yes thank you, Kreacher. That’s another touch that reminds me of my former home. Mother always had roses on the dinner table, I’m so glad you remembered.”
Kreacher blushed and Harry had the feeling it was Winky’s touch, not Kreacher’s memory. Still, there was just one slender candle centred in the scented flowers, heightening the romantic feeling the boys were in. They ate unhurriedly with the french-windows open, listening to the evening chorus of birds. Over coffee they started to hold hands across the table, looking into each other’s eyes. Draco looked away for a moment and then squeezed Harry’s hand, nodding in the direction of the sofa. Harry looked up and saw Kreacher and Winky sitting in very much the same stance that our pair had adopted in the glade. Harry smiled and winked gently at Draco, recommencing their own silent communing.
The end of the evening idyll was abrupt when the two elves transformed because three sweaty and jocular young men burst into the room.
“C’mon you two; come and have a swim with us. We’ve had a smashing game of footer, now we need to freshen up.”
Harry was reluctant, but Draco jollied him along, reminding him of his duties as a host. Nevertheless, the two wizards did creep away quietly, once the orgy showed signs of restarting. Lovingly Draco and Harry dried each other and wandered upstairs to bed.
“I’m not sure I’m in the mood for vigorous pastimes tonight, Harry.”
“Um! I agree with you. I’m at peace for the first time for ages. I know it won’t last, but I want to experience it while it’s here. I enjoyed our time together in the garden and then the quiet dinner. Thank you for being so reserved.”
“No need to thank me, Lover. We shared a rare mood and, like you, I’d like it to last for as long as possible.”
“Before we drop off, you mentioned fairies, what was that about?”
“Oh yes. If we can attract a flourish of fairies our flowers will stay fresh all the year through. We had blooms at the Manor which flowered well outside their normal season. You know, a bit like the garden at the Leaky Cauldron.”
“Mmm … I remember that … And what we did, too … Seems a long time ago. Um ... I thought you said that they were nixies and pixies.”
“Yes-s-s … I used 'fairies' as a generic name, different cultures call them different names. You know, things would have been a lot different if we had stayed together then.”
“Maybe you wouldn’t have had to go through all those things with Voldie. You’d have been on the side of the light all the time.”
“Perhaps … You were a real pushover then … definitely not a Voldie exterminator.”
“Um … I suppose I had to be toughened up. I must say you turning against me hurt a lot at the time.”
“Hmm … My grandfather Abraxas used to say that the Fluence had its own intelligence. It would ensure the good health of the magely community, come what may. So maybe it was preparing you for what was imminent. I was hurt too, you know.”
“Still we’ve made up for that now, haven’t we? So … How do we get those little people?”
“I’m not sure. Mother would know, but it would be inadvisable get in touch with her, wouldn’t it? Maybe Sprout could tell us – she has pixies and nixies in her greenhouses. I know, next time we go up to town we could visit Tom and ask to see his garden. I’m sure Ding and Dong could tell us.”
“Mmm … And we’d enjoy feeding them, wouldn’t we?”
“Mmm … I’m sleepy now.”
“Goodnight Draco.”
“Night-night Harry.”
Just a sheet covered the two naked young men. To begin with they lay on their backs holding hands, listening to the faint noises of merriment downstairs.
It was still dark when Draco woke up, needing to empty his bladder. He found Harry spooned into him with a beatific smile on his face. Draco managed not to disturb the sleeper, but it took an agonising five minutes to ease himself out of the tight embrace. On returning Draco found his lover had turned over, so the Slyth’s body spooned into the Gryff for comfort and close companionship.
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