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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ GREEN MEN ~~~
['Force' is anorthern name for a waterfall, just as 'Beck' is for a stream or 'Fells' for hills]
(Masturbation and frotting)
After D&H had made the revealing charm there was a shifting in the disguise and the door of a vanishing cabinet appeared inside a recess and then the other door melted to reveal a further one.
“So that’s where Master Regulus hid it. Masters, that one leads to Number Twelve. It has the Black markings on it, look.” Kreacher pointed to some runes: "He was going to escape here but the death eaters found him first."
Harry looked at Draco, who nodded affirmatively: "I suspect Graucus double-crossed Regulus."
“Where does it come out Kreacher?”
“It’s disguised next door to the Solar, there is a glamour so that nobody realises the back cupboard is not full depth. It looks as though it’s full of junk. Master Regulus blocked it, but that was in vain, as you already know.”
Meanwhile Draco had been examining the other cabinet: “This is the one Voldie got me to reserve at Borgin and Burkes. No wonder it smells of fire.”
“Cabinets are impervious to fire, Master. Where is its mate?”
“At Hogwarts, Kreacher. I knew the death-eaters had to bring it within range. Where better than a sympathiser’s house.”
“Um … You’re the expert, Draco, could we move them to the cottage if they still work?”
“Quite easily if we miniaturise them, but where would we put them?”
“You could put them next door to the Potter cabinet, Masters, the one that Mistress Augusta uses to travel here.”
“Where’s that, Kreacher?”
“In the bothy near your apparating area, Master Draco.”
“I thought that was a tumbled down ruin.”
“No Master, it’s disguised. Master Justin could sort that for you.”
“Um … All we have to do is make sure they work.”
“This one does, Harry. I suppose no-one dared check to see if the Fiendfyre had gone out.”
Kreacher concentrated for a minute or two: “It’s long dead, it died with Voldie. The new Hogwarts Reeve says he’ll move it to the Green Ladies’ Room and clean it up, if you like.”
Draco looked at the others: “What do you think guys?”
“That’s another thing Dean didn’t want ter do, taken off his list,” quipped Seamus.
“It means we could sleep here and go in each day,” Dean mused: “I like village life, it suits me best. A bit like the mining village at home in South Wales.”
Harry looked at Draco, who nodded.
“Fine … We’ll do that. Now how do I lift Regulus’s block, Draco.
“Both of us trying an Apericum derivative would probably work. I have Black blood you are head of the house; the combination should overcome that.”
“Masters, a drop of blood each would enhance it. You’ll find it’s disguised as a linen cupboard at Number Twelve if someone you don’t know inspects it.”
“So we could make it appear to anyone who was wearing a medallion, couldn’t we?”
Using the cabinets, three people at a time, all five of them went through into the London house and Draco used the Black Library to look up the permissive medallion charm. Harry was surprised at even more cleanliness and the others wanted showing round. When they returned, Kreacher had moved both cabinets to the bothy. He also said that the Hogwarts terminal was in place, so they briefly tried that. That was disguised to interlopers to appear like a stationery cupboard, not that they expected any intruders in the Green Ladies' Room.
On return Draco suggested a walk. Harry was game, but the other two opted out.
~~~ A PARISH WALK ~~~ 16/08/98
Their walk took them past Blake Tarn and up onto Niggle Edge. This was a limestone escarpment overlooking Griffondale where the river made a right-angle bend. Blake Tarn was where the water emerged that fed both the temple pool and thence to Harry’s swimming pool. There was a good view over the village from the top and, while they were resting after the climb, Harry showed Draco the limits of the prehistoric lake that had formed after one of the ice-ages. In the distance they could see the spray of the waterfall at the head of the ravine which now drained the area and where the river exited Griffondale by the Gryff Force.
The way they took back was very winding. Draco kept on stopping to show Harry different plants and telling him about their potional uses.
“What’s that yellow flowered one over there, looks a bit like an umbrella?” Harry asked, pointing.
“Well now, are you making certain suggestions?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s fennel, gives a nice taste to your salad as well. Here try some.”
“As well as what, Draco?” asked Harry, chewing.
“It’s one of the basics for a love potion.”
“Oh! … Um … I can get it up without any stimulant, thank you, Lover. Just you looking amorous usually does the trick. Mmm, it has quite a pleasant taste too. Now you’ve got me thinking sexy. C’mere!”
Feeling relief from not having Weasley as a thorn in his flesh Draco was in a playful mood, so he came towards Harry, gave him a light grope and shied away. Harry got the message and chased after his lover. Each time Harry caught him, Draco slipped away, giggling but managing a quick squeeze at the same time. Harry’s hard-on was now very obvious, and his intention to do something with it and his lover, became more and more urgent.
Inside some scrubland, part of the slope above Harry’s wood, and in one tussle; Draco managed to ease Harry’s zip down without him noticing; then the blond escaped, wiggling his hips suggestively. Harry became quite single minded in his pursuit, ignoring his semi déshabillé in his enamoured state. Harry caught Draco and tried to kiss him. His lover was wily, leaving Harry with an arm full of jumper and his trousers round his ankles. As no one could see them, and intent on his quarry, Harry stepped out of the trousers and ran after his amour, an erection poking out of his boxers.
When he allowed himself to be caught again, Draco pushed Harry backwards onto the ground, removing Harry’s boxers in the process and then running off waving them. The Gryff was past caring; that he needed to get his rocks off as was very obvious from his bottom-naked, red poled, single-minded pursuit of the flaxen haired Slyth flitting through the bushes.
Draco appeared to relent and Harry caught up with him, winding his arms tightly round his lover. In mid-snog Draco brought a gloved hand from behind his back, gripping Harry’s hard-on tightly and rubbing.
“Oh! You bugger! My cock’s stinging like fuck. What have you done?” Harry broke off the kiss and looked down at a green smeared appendage.
“Nettles, Lover. Now do it to me.” Draco dropped his lower garments and handed a glove full of green leaves to Harry … “Ooh … oh … again, please.”
Harry had to admit that the stinging added extra zing to his excitement as they pounded each other with gloved hands. Just before fulfilment, on Draco’s insistence, they discarded the gloves, grabbing each other’s buns and working their implements between their bellies. The summation was glorious, but they still remained erect and extra sensitive. Draco hung on to Harry as they flexed, gasping in painful delight. One part of Harry wanted to stop, but the animal in him wanted to continue the eye-wateringly, achingly, thrilling feelings. The animal won, so his ‘Exuero Nos,’ magically stripped the pair of them naked. Soon the sweat was running off them in rivers, but they continued to gyrate in unison, crying out in their ecstasy. Their arms gripped ever tighter and tighter as their trapped love-sticks emitted an almost unbroken creamy stream. Their muscles spasmed and neither dare let go of the other so they continued to abrade their stinging attributes between them.
It was Draco who sagged first, swooning onto a bed of sweet-smelling herbs. Harry fell on top of him and his body automatically continued the caressing movements, gradually diminishing until Harry passed out too.
They awoke lying on their backs side by side; they also found Neville and Hannah staring at their viridian attributes.
“We were looking for you to ask you to do something with us. However, you seem to be getting ready. How did you know I was going to ask you to be green men?”
Harry started; “Um … Well … It was something …” Draco kicked him, “… We were trying out,” he finished lamely.
“Where did you get the green stain from Draco? We’re going to need quite a lot more. At least you started staining the important bits first.” Neville was starting to get undressed.
“I’ll go and get some more, shall I?” volunteered Draco. “Harry, will you go and collect some lengths of those twining vines with the pink-white flowers, please?”
Harry tried to act nonchalant, not really knowing what he was about, and wondering why everybody made the assumption that he knew. Hannah was picking yellow flowers for all she was worth. Soon they had a pile of vines, yellow flowers and broad green leaves. Draco started crushing the leaves in his hands and applying the juice to his face and body, Neville joined him.
“C’mon Harry, these are different leaves than the ones we were experimenting with.” Draco gave Harry an encouraging smile.
Harry started crushing leaves and painting himself all over with the juice. While he was doing it, he noticed Neville staining his genitals as well.
“Neville do you think we need to take off our shoes?” Draco asked. “We might damage our feet if we do.”
“I don’t think it matters as long as we touch down at the end. The Danish Knout is the one I thought of using. Hannah has the pipes and knows the tune.”
Harry was totally mystified. “Um … Guys … perhaps you could tell me what you’re doing, please?”
“We’ll practice once we’re ready, Harry. It’s quite a simple dance really, but very efficacious in curing wilting. Draco, will you garland Harry, please. Hannah will do me and then I’ll do you, Okay?”
“But I can’t dance,” pleaded Harry.
“Nonsense! You were doing very well on Saturday before the satraps arrived. Just remember that as you pass between us, the person who was on your right should next be on your left. You’ll soon get the hang of it.”
Harry felt like thumping Neville for his presumption, but he thought better of it. Anyway he was intrigued about what was being planned. Hannah presented Harry with a circlet of yellow flowers for his head and an equivalent bracelet for his wand arm. Draco used the vine to wind round his upper torso, and to make two small anklets.
“You need more green on your bum, Lover. I’d do it for you but we shouldn’t get aroused for this ritual,” Draco whispered, as they watched Neville anointing himself.
“I’m not sure I could after the session we had earlier,” Harry whispered back. And in a louder voice: “I take it we’re going to revivify the flattened crops that John mentioned.”
Draco nodded affirmatively looking critically at Harry’s verdant attire, and adjusting the vines. Ten minutes later they were ready. Whilst Hannah held their wands, Neville took them through the dance at walking pace. Harry found he was enjoying it, just as he had on Saturday before the enemy arrived. There were a few bumps and a couple of times they fell over, but soon Harry felt confident enough. Hannah used her wand to gather their clothes together and miniaturised them into her bag; smirking at Harry when his clothes appeared from different directions.
“There are seven fields in all, four on this side of the wood and three on the other,” Neville informed them: “Each field has to be danced in order for the charm to work properly, Okay?”
Harry nodded, holding hands with Draco and following Neville and Hannah into the corner of the first field. Seamus and Dean were there waiting for them, dressed but wearing garlands. Dean had a small wooden hand-drum, and Seamus a sistrum. With a roll from Dean’s drum and a hiss from the sistrum Hannah started the tune and the trio commenced dancing, firstly circling seven times with their wands touching, and then weaving in and out left and right, finishing with another seven-time circle in the opposite direction before sitting on the ground.
The percussion instruments and Hannah’s pipes intertwined in ethereal music, sometimes the drum was obvious; and sometimes the sistrum: then the pipes would seem to take over. Harry found it mesmerising, he also found it easier and easier to loose himself in the music and the ritual.
The sun was setting as the next field was danced and twilight in the third one. The fourth one was covered in the gloaming starlight. As they finished Harry thought he heard some excited whispers, but they faded as their group found the way to the edge of the wood. He put it down to the rustling leaves in the light evening breeze. Now it had gone dark, and they were under the trees they needed to see where they were putting their feet. As they stumbled through the wood, by the light of their wands, to the other three fields, Harry was now quite sure he could hear the murmur of distant voices.
What Harry had not counted on was an audience, but there, waiting for them, were the DA, the three boys and quite a few of the villagers. As they started the ritual the audience clapped in time, slowly increasing the tempo as before. Harry concentrated on what he was doing and not on his green painted nakedness; not that there was much to be seen in the dark. Their ritual was flawless and they were worn out at the end of it. However, another two fields had still to be danced.
Someone from the crowd offered a flask and Harry took a sip. Whatever it was it smelled and tasted of flowers and had quite a kick. The flask did the rounds of dancers and musicians before being handed around the audience. They moved on to the next field. One slight stumble came as they were finishing.
“Has that ruined it?” whispered Harry to Neville as they sat bare-arsed on the soil during the finale.
“No!” came the sotto voce reply: “You didn’t spoil the pattern or fall down. I had a quick stumble in the second one. Did you notice?”
“No!”
“Good – now for the last one.”
The flask did the rounds again and even more of the villagers were there. It was Draco’s turn to stumble but, as with the others before, he did not break the rhythm.
Afterwards as they went towards the cottage Richard appeared out of the crowd.
“Mage Potter, will you partake of Green Man’s Pie. I have it ready in the snug.”
“Um … Well …”
Draco took over. “We’ll be there in ten minutes; we need to clean up a bit first.”
“Right y’are then! I look forrards to seeing you.”
Back in Chantry Cottage they had a rapid body wash, removing whatever green and dirt that would come off quickly. Draco insisted that their faces remain green; he allowed them to put on a tee shirt and jeans which he transfigured into green, he also made seven necklaces of the vines, all of which he draped round Harry’s neck.
~~~ THE FARMER’S ARMS ~~~
Harry listened to the whispered instructions as they walked down the lane to the inn. The door was closed so he knocked seven times.
“Who desires entry?”
“’Tis I, the Green Man. I come in peace and friendship.”
“Right welcome thou art, in friendship and in peace. Dost thou bring garlands?”
“Aye; seven garlands for seven fields charmed. Who be their owners?”
“They come out to greet thee.”
Each farmer came out of the door and Harry hung a vine leaf garland round their necks: some received more than one garland too. A little procession formed, Harry at the front, flanked by Neville and Draco and the farmers following. The three musicians played a different, livelier tune. As he came in at the door he was presented with an enormous, steaming crusty pie on a dish. He carried this round the room, followed by his entourage and ending up where he started.
“Mine Host, please distribute the bounty.”
“Right gladly I will Venerable Mage.”
Richard took the pie, broke the crust and started serving its contents into dishes. Harry, Draco and Neville acted as waiters, making sure everyone had a portion before taking their own. On tasting it, Harry found it to be made entirely of vegetables, being spicy and delicious. Then the barrel of cider was broached. General mayhem commenced as everyone talked at once; all the muggles wanting to shake the three mages’ hands and the other mages praising them for their daring. Harry caught Draco with a tear in his eye again.
“C’mon Lover, you set this up, you knew it would end up like this, didn’t you?”
“Yes; I suppose I did. But to experience it first hand is quite overwhelming. You carried it out to perfection, Harry. I’d only read about the ritual before, I think Neville has carried it out previously, though.”
“Thanks for the complement. Do you want to go home?”
“Not yet, we have to be seen and to be confident, beside which this cider is very toothsome, I seem to be regaining some of the energy lost in our cavorting earlier.”
“Mmm, I can smell the apples, but there are other things as well, very refreshing. It smells rather like the liquor in the flask, although I think that that was much stronger. I think I’ll have another one.”
“Careful Harry. It won’t do for the Parish Mage to be carried home dead drunk. It may not taste like it, but this stuff has a real kick to it. Watch what Richard does for a minute, before indulging.”
Harry noticed Richard had a large jug of water, which, every now and again, he would surreptitiously splash into his tankard. Harry cottoned on.
“Richard, give me some out of your jug would you, then I’ll have a small top up from the barrel, please.”
“Okay Harry, I can call you that, can’t I?”
“Yes of course you can.”
“Right … John uses the jug when he comes too. The customers think he has a prodigious capacity, but we know better don’t we?”
“Cheers!” said Harry, winking. “I’ll have a tankard of the same brew for Draco, if I might.”
Neville and Hannah adopted a different sobriety tactic, just sipping whilst pretending to take big mouthfuls. Seamus, Dean and some of the others were not as cunning and were rolling drunk when the time came to go home for a very late supper. Harry thanked Richard and took his two wobbling mates in hand.
“Don’t worry too much, Harry. I have some sobriety potion in my luggage, now we’ve recovered it from Woodyates,” grunted Draco supporting the arms of two more intoxicated DA members. “Although, I’m tempted to let them get a hangover first.”
“That sounds like a spiteful Malfoy talking.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll be a good little caring Draco then.”
It took an age to get all their woozy counterparts back to Chantry Cottage. Draco and Kreacher, between them, managed to get sobriety potions in to the worst ones.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
Draco was now looking at a row of empty potions bottles.
“You know that room next door to the study, Harry. What are you going to do with it?”
“I’d had an idea for a workroom of sorts; why?”
“Would you mind if I set up a potions lab there, at least in part of it?”
“Great idea, why not. It was rapidly becoming a junk room, the junk can go in the loft, or be thrown away, whatever. I take it that you need to make some more sobering potions. We could get Dean and Seamus to make some storage racks at the back then you can order your ingredients. Maybe make it into a store like Snape used to have, with a row of bookshelves at the front.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“I’ve told you this is your home, just work out the details; I’ll get Kreacher to clear out the mess. Okay? That’s your work area now just as the study’s mine. Not that I’ll exclude you from that, either.”
Draco looked at Harry, sobbed and clung to him, tears streaming from his eyes. Harry was nonplussed so he hugged his crying lover, making soothing sounds. Eventually the storm abated.
“Have I done something wrong again, Draco?”
“N-n-no … It’s just that I’ve never had my own work area before, one that I can organise as I want it.”
“Go on! Malfoy millions, you must have had a suite of workrooms. You were spoilt something rotten.”
“That’s what my parents wanted people to think, I had more freedom at Hogwarts than I ever did at home. Father had rules, some were reasonable many were not. My life was regimented ever since I learned to walk and talk. If I put a foot wrong my mother would look hurt and say ‘a loving son would not hurt his mother that way,’ and expect me to put right what had gone amiss. Father was much worse, any slight infringement and I was over his knee yowling as he used his belt on my bare behind. As I grew older he used to lock me in one of those cells afterwards, like the one I got Dobby to rescue you from. The house-elves were little better. The number of times I’ve heard ‘the Master will not like it when he hears about …’ or some such statement.”
“Yes … I remember you telling me about Sven. But you always seemed to have everything you wanted.”
“Yes I did. As long as it made the Malfoy clan look good. That’s why I liked Hogwarts, I had all kinds of expensive things to play with there and I enjoyed them whilst I could, knowing that at home I had to account for every minute. Woe betide me if I lost or broke anything, or failed to come out top. Father was merciless in his punishments, quite often drawing blood.”
“I think we have more in common, now you’ve told me that. I had to sleep in a cupboard until I was eleven. There was no love lost between me and my guardians either, although that has altered slightly now. Uncle Vernon hated magic and tried to beat it out of me. Maybe I had a little more freedom but not much. Still; we can love each other even if we weren’t loved at home.”
Draco looked at Harry, holding both his hands. Then slowly drew them together in a hug. Harry had the feeling of comradeship and tried to project this back at Draco.
They were interrupted by Kreacher.
“Masters, there is some soup ready, and Winky’s enlarged the plate pie that Master Cole was given. If you don’t eat it quickly it’ll be breakfast not supper. Do you know how many are staying overnight, please?”
“Neville and Hannah said they would, Dean and Seamus were not in a fit state to apparate, which makes four. I’m not sure about the rest, sorry Kreacher.”
“Masters do not apologise to house-elves, Master.”
“This master does; especially when he’s talking to the general of his house-elf army.”
Kreacher looked at his feet with blushing ears, absent-mindedly polishing the locket Harry had given him.
“I imagine Cole will be staying with the other two,” Harry said, to break the awkward silence.
“No Master, he now has a bunk bed allotted to him in the barn.”
“So Dean and Seamus can have the double upstairs then?”
“They’re lying on the carpet in there at the moment, Master.”
“Right then, what about Wash and Grey?” asked Harry, wondering exactly what Dean and Seamus were doing on the carpet.
“They went to their homes about ten minutes ago, Master.”
“That gives us two fours and a double, boys in one, girls in another, and use the double for the extras.”
“Yes Master, as you wish.” Kreacher popped out of the room.
The two lovers drank some of the remaining soup and had a slice of pie each, then wandered upstairs to share a shower and a bed.
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