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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}]
(Sixty-nines)
~~~ NEW ELVES ~~~
Kingsley departed and a little while later there was a dual pop and two teenage house-elves appeared.
“Hello Elder Kreacher, which one is our master?”
“They both are. Like you two they love each other dearly.”
“Ooh, gay wizards and gay house-elves, how apt. Masters I’m Pullet.” A fair haired house-elf bowed to each of them in turn.
“This is Master Draco Malfoy, Pullet and Phealey.” Kreacher was trying hard not to giggle.
“Ooh, isn’t he the one that kicks house-elves, Elder Kreacher?” This teenage-elf was red headed.
“Not any longer Phealey. Master Harry’s taught me better manners.”
“Ooh! Master Harry? Master Harry Potter? Champion of house-elves and goblins? Oh what an honour to be your house-elf, Sir.”
“Stop grovelling, both of you. I’m very pleased to meet you, we can be friends as well as masters, you know. However, I don’t expect you to disobey Elder Kreacher or Beldam Winky, okay?
“YES MASTER HARRY.”
“Is this the house we’ll be looking after, Beldam Winky?”
“Partly. This is Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the London town-house. Then there’s the main residence of Chantry Cottage, and we’ll be helping out in the masters’ flat at Hogwarts too.”
“Thanks for letting us know, Winky.” Draco smirked.
“Oh, Master Draco, you should know we wouldn’t let the ordinary school-elves serve you at college. Professors have a certain image to keep up and we aim to keep our side of the bargain. We’ve already had one clean-up session there; I think our two new recruits could start the detailed cleaning of your apartment.”
“You’re one up on us Winky. What’s it like?”
“Master Harry, you’ll both love it. The bedroom has an enormous double four-poster. The curtains are red with gold trimmings, with a big silver and green flower pattern, equal colours to keep both Gryfferin and Slythindor consciences happy. A tiled bathroom leads off it with a double loo; never seen one like that before. Your main room has an equivalent colour scheme with a dining alcove at one end; off that is our sleeping area, big enough for an elf-family of four, at least. The entrance lobby has four doors, one into the main room; one to the castle corridor and one each to your studies. Each of those are equally well supplied and decorated in your house colours too. I don’t think the apartment has been used very much. Oh yes, you’ve got a balcony overlooking the Quidditch pitch, there’s a gate in the balustrade, so it looks as though you can fly direct.”
“Ooh Masters. Would you teach us how to fly broomsticks please?”
“What do you think Kreacher?”
“They’ll need the elf-sticks to fly Masters, and I want to see how well they can clean first.”
“Okay Kreacher. How about elf-sticks if they meet your criteria?”
“That seems fair Master Harry. Do you want Dinner here?”
“No. I think you should settle our new recruits at Chantry Cottage first. So we’ll use the cabinets in a few minutes. Oh yes, we’re to expect Gallus’s wife, Gertrude and three young goblins on Thursday afternoon. Gallus will be joining them later with some papers for me to sign. Winky, we’ll need a suitable dish for dinner please.”
“Yes Master Harry. I have a raw-fish and mushroom dish that would suit both palates, I think.”
“That’s one of my favourites, Winky. Is it the same recipe as at the Manor?” enthused Draco.
“Yes Master Draco. My great-great-granny invented it in the Manor’s kitchen; it’s one of our family specialities.”
“I like cooking, Beldam Winky, will you show me what to do please?”
“Well now, maybe we have an elf-chef in the making. I’d love to show you Phealey, but only after you’ve done some flat cleaning. What’s your speciality Pullet?”
“Polishing, Beldam Winky. I like to see the twinkles when everything shines.”
“How about a crystal chandelier?”
“Ooh yes, have we got one?”
“There are two in the flat. The one in the dining alcove mimics the one over the dining table in the Manor; smaller scale of course.”
“There Draco, you’ll feel quite at home, won’t you. I’d love to see the Dursleys’ faces if I could show them that.”
“Not too much like home Harry, I hope; otherwise I’ll be sneaking round trying to avoid Father. You know you could invite the Dursleys. They’ve already met other wizards whilst they were being protected. Seeing you in grand surroundings might increase their opinion of you.”
“It’s very tempting Draco. However, I’d prefer to get settled in first, so I really do feel at home. Let’s go, shall we? I fancy a quick swim before dinner.”
“Are we allowed to swim too, Masters?”
“If Elder Kreacher says you can.”
“Ooh, can we please, please Elder Kreacher.”
“Why not. It’ll help to remove the remaining hospital smell. We’ll have to do something with your hospital pillowslips as well.”
“I’ve enough material to make two gowns, dear.”
“I left a deposit at Madam Malkin’s, so you could get some more material if you like, Winky.”
“Thank you Master Draco. I’ll go and get some now and see you back at Chantry Cottage.”
“Draco; you’ve been sneaky again.” Harry smiled at his lover.
“I’ve got to keep my Slytherin side going. After you insisting on the Firebolt, for which I’m extremely grateful, I had to do a little more than just pay for our gowns, didn’t I?”
“Thanks for the thought, Lover.” Harry gave Draco a wet one [or two].
In mid snog, Draco nudged Harry, who peered over Draco’s shoulder to find a pair of teen-elves in much the same posture, plus an embarrassed Kreacher trying not to look at either pair. Cuddling over, they indulged in cabinetting, arriving at Chantry Cottage almost simultaneously.
~~~ BIRDS ~~~
The elves scurried up the path whilst the mages were delayed. Sitting on a tree branch overlooking the lower patio were two owls, each one trying to shoulder the other one out of the way. Erwin flew straight to Harry and an eagle-owl flew at Draco. Draco shied away from it.
“Harry, this can’t be good news, it’s one of the Manor’s owls.”
“Well it could only be a howler and there’re just two of us here, so it won’t matter too much; we’d better open their missives.” Harry completed the words by his action.
Draco was very circumspect in taking his parchment from the eagle-owl; nevertheless, it allowed him access without attacking. Harry felt in his pocket for owl treats and passed a few secretly to Draco so they could reward their birds in unison.
“Mine asks us to go to a meeting of the staff tomorrow. What does yours say, Draco?”
Draco cast a search charm before he opened his: “Much the same, plus a postscript saying that the Headmistress thinks this bird has changed sides.”
“Let me find out, shall I.”
“I know you’re a Parselmouth, can you speak to birds also?”
“Sort of, but really only to owls. If I substitute ‘T’s for ‘S’s I seem to be able to communicate.” Harry had a clicking/hooting conversation with both birds.
“He says his name is Regent and he only wants to serve you, Draco. He liked it when he visited with Silver. Oh, and please will you give him a reply? Erwin vouches for him and demands an immediate reply also.”
“You’re amazing Harry. I’ve not heard of any wizard who can talk to birds before, I’d better do a Hermione and go to raid our library.”
“Not before: a] you reply; b] we have a swim and c] we eat dinner. Okay?”
“Spoilsport, slave driver, and I’m hungry too.” Draco patted Harry’s bum in confirmation.
Sitting at the desk in the study they both wrote hasty confirmations and telling Minerva about the cabinet connections; giving them to their respective jostling birds.
“Hey Harry, let’s swim naked. Maybe we’ll get Phealey and Pullet to copy us again. I fancy seeing what elves have down there hidden under their pillowslips.”
“You salacious wizard, you, Harry jibed, then changed his tune: "Um … It would be interesting to find out.”
As Kreacher had taken charge of their purchases to put them in their room; Harry and Draco went straight to the poolside and started to strip. There were two pops.
“Elder Kreacher says you have to set an example and wear these.” Phealey held up two pairs of swimming briefs.
“Thank you Phealey, we do intend to set an example, by swimming in our birthday suits.” Draco took the Speedos and placed them on one of the chairs.
“Elder Kreacher said you’d say that, and sends these two bathrobes for later.” Pullet held up the said garments.
Harry and Draco had entirely disrobed, and stood on the edge of the pool facing the teen-elves; who in turn ogled their master’s accomplishments.
“Do you intend having a swim, or are you happy just to admire the view?” asked Draco, with a smirk and a flourish of his package, which elongated slightly.
“I’m not sure we’re allowed to strip Master Draco.”
“You do have to obey your masters, don’t you, Pullet?”
“Yes, of course, Master Harry.”
“Okay. Then we say that it is allowed, but only if you want to.”
“Ooh, ooh.” Two teen-elves stripped in unison and jumped into the water.
Harry and Draco joined them. At first it was just normal lengths, swimming together. Somehow it became a race, elves against magicians. Two small sleek bodies soon outdistanced their heavier magical challengers. Draco looked crestfallen.
“Malfoy, you’re letting your Slytherin show,” said Harry, smiling and splashing water at Draco.
“Right, Mr Perfect Potter, you can have some of your own back.” Draco replied in voice and kind.
The pool was soon a riot of splashing teenagers; the smaller ones seemed to be able to easily hold their own, because their splash rate was quicker. Three more naked bodies bomb-shelled into the fracas, in the guise of the muggle trio; creating a mass of laughing wet young people; soon to be joined by Seamus and Dean. Carter, announcing John, was unheard in the noise created. Only when Draco spotted the black clad figure did he manage to quieten things down.
Harry looked at the two undisguised house-elves, and then back at John whose mouth was open.
“Mage Harry, you disappoint me. I’ve suspected you had other magical beings in your household, but not quite as young as this.”
“John … Um … I … Um…”
“John, if you knew why didn’t you say? Meet Pullet and Phealey, two young house-elves who have been placed in our care. Oh, despite their size they’re very much the same age as we are and also have a great liking for each other.” Draco helped Harry out.
“Master Draco, does that mean I can relax also?” asked Kreacher.
“I don’t see why not. What do you think Harry?”
Harry had recovered from his stuttering tongue. “Well; the trio know. John’s been a real friend and he has the tingle. Yes, I agree.”
Carter became Kreacher then and there.
“Nice to meet the real you, Carter.” John held out his hand.
Kreacher went all bashful and looked at his feet, rubbing the locket.
“Go on Kreacher shake John’s hand,” urged Dean.
“Yes Master.” The handshake was perfunctory, and Kreacher went back to studying the locket.
“Your real name is Kreacher is it?”
“Yes Master John.”
“I think I prefer Carter. Kreacher seems so demeaning.”
“Oh no, please no. When I’m as I should be I must have my proper name. Please Master John.”
Harry, who by this time had donned the towelling robe, intervened and explained a little of how house-elves saw themselves and about the ‘Master’ business. He also explained Hermione’s views and how their particular household operated around them.
“Maybe I should employ a house-elf to look after my study.” John joked.
“Can I do that please Elder Kreacher?” Pullet volunteered.
“I think, young man, that my wife would have a fit if she found you in my study. My parishioners would definitely go berserk. Green Men they understand, but little elves, absolutely not. That’s why I came round, Harry and Draco; to thank you for the revived crops, also to ask you to thank your colleagues also. Now I’d better get back to Isabel, I’ve used up my quota of missed meals for this week already.”
“I think you use that as an excuse not to impose on people.”
“Occasionally I do, but not this household. Winifred’s food is so delicious. I missed lunch today as old Mrs Pierce, next door but one, seems to think she’s brought a sickness on her hens by not coming to church. She’s quite doddery so she can’t always make it. Her hens do look poorly and have stopped laying.”
“Masters, can I have a look at the hens, please. I’ll sneak through the hedge after dark so no one sees me. That’s why I’m called Pullet, really. My family looked after various domestic fowl.”
“Perhaps I can make up a draught for them after Pullet’s found out.”
“Thank you Draco and Pullet. I was going to raid the mendicant fund to get a vet in. She’s very much afraid the vet will tell her they’ll all have to be killed and eggs are her main source of income. I doubt she has any capital to replace them. She really ought to be in the Alms Houses, but she’s very resistant. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait for her to have an accident before she’ll agree. Why can’t people see they need help, and accept it when it’s offered? Oh well! It’ll all work out in the Lord’s good time. Now I really must be off, thanks for offering to help, bye.”
Kreacher showed John out whilst Winky started serving dinner.
“Harry,” Coleman started, “We’ve been chatting as well as cleaning Woodyates farm. Is there any way we could try to make a go of it? I’m happy to muck in on the maintenance side and be a general labourer. The other two want to try to use their interests to work the farm properly, with a market garden and some stock. Don’t you?”
Graham and Washington nodded enthusiastically.
“The big problem is cash. To put it bluntly, we ain’t got any.”
“So we wondered if there might be a work for rent deal, or something,” put in Graham. “Dean sort of hinted that there may be a possibility.”
Dean, Seamus and Draco all looked at Harry, with Draco miming fishing.
“Well … Um … Yes, there is … Um … once the legalities are over. I’m just waiting for the paperwork to come through. Then Draco’s legal friend will check it out, because our Ministry can be just as sneaky as any of the muggle ministries.”
“I get the feeling you already knew we would ask, Harry,” accused Washington, smiling.
“Um … Well … We had thought that that might be an answer to you all staying together and doing something useful. Did you know that the Ministry will offer you some money in compensation for your injuries?”
“No! How much?”
“Don’t be too hasty to accept their first offer,” interjected Draco. “I suggest you let Francis, my legal friend, deal with it. He knows how much to get, maximum. His fees can be on a basis of percentage gain over the first offer. To be Slytherin sneaky, I’d tell the Ministry you will be taking legal opinion, and give Francis their second offer. The second offer will be higher because they’d really not be squeezed to the very bone. Oh! And get everything in writing, too.”
“No probs! Thanks for the advice, Draco. I’m off to bed, are you coming too?” Coleman looked hopefully at the two other muggles.”
“Could we use your double bedroom for the night please, Harry?” Washington smiled sweetly.
“I bet your sweet little smile doesn’t match your sexy little intentions.”
“Hey; not so much of your little, Draco. We may not have your trunk like rod, but we’re not so far off it to make your statement erroneous.”
~~~ FORTRESS ~~~
Once the muggles had gone Harry looked at Seamus: “I thought you were rebuilding walls and things at your home.”
“We were,” replied the Irishman: “Yer see, things are more serious than we thought. Me mum’s done it again; at least we think so.”
“Done it again?” queried Draco.
Seamus gave a rueful chuckle: “Yer know how Zappem’s mum has a certain reputation, don’t yer?”
Draco scrunched his nose: “Are you referring to the way she gets through husbands?”
“Exactly. Well, me mum’s got the same outlook on life. Me dad’s disappeared, he’s probably in a bog somewhere, either dead or muted and working the peat. She’s done it afore yer know.”
“No I didn’t. May I offer my condolences?”
“Thanks, Draco, but there’s no need. He was a drunken old sot and, like yer dad, used ter beat me up regularly. Anyway … We called a clan comhairle ter discuss it. We’ve managed to hush it up, but me mum’s now under thaumic restraint and me uncle Eamonn’s son’s taking over the castle.”
“But you’re the heir.”
“I still am. Draco. Yer see … the clan’s accepted that I’m ter be with Dusky permanent like. So I need an heir. Uncle Eamonn is next in line, but he already has a demesne, and his first son is the designated heir. Now his second son, Kiernan’s just got married and needs somewhere ter call his own. Both he and his wife, Clara – she’s a Johnson and a medi-witch an qualified to look after me mum – have been designated me heirs. They both have the Fluence y’know. Kiernan’s inter thaumic vetting so they’re going ter set up a joint practice. The previous holder in our area died some twelve years ago.”
Dean chuckled: “To hear Irish tell you about it sounds as though it was easy. The clan council was in uproar, all shouting at once …”
“… That’s true … But what Dusky doesn’t tell yer is that he got fed up with it and fired some bang hexes. That got their attention. They realised that someone outside the clan would be impartial so they asked him ter be the adjudicator. He got them ter swear the Merlin oath and sit round a big table. So they now call him Brian and he’s an honorary clan member. He got each ter explain what they thought and after about twelve hours they managed ter thrash out the agreement.”
“I found out that there was an ancient Irish custom of choosing the chief’s successor before he dies. It’s called Tanistry in English and refers to the legitimate heirs of Seamus’s great-grandfather sitting in council and electing an heir.” Dean chuckled: “This appealed to their Fenian traditional hearts so they adopted it. So my lover has a legal heir and I now only have my mother to confront.”
“She’ll be a pushover compared with the argumentative Finnegan Clan.”
Dean grinned: “In comparison, yes. We’ll still have to battle her nonconformist conscience, though.”
Harry looked puzzled: “Um … Why Brian?”
“Famous Irish King, I suspect,” replied Draco: “A high king who actually got the clans to co-operate in trying to defeat the Viking invaders.”
“I don’t see Dean with a crown on his head and a sword in his hand.”
Seamus grinned naughtily: “It’s me sword he usually has in his hand.”
The family chuckled. Harry nodded agreement. Draco grabbed him by the waist and the enamoured people wandered off bed-wards. Another two pairs of eyes followed what was happening; hastening to finish their evening chores before indulging themselves.
~~~ BEDTIME ~~~
In their bedroom post shower whilst mutually drying each other, Draco remarked, “They weren’t as big as ours were they?”
“What do you expect? They have about a quarter of the bulk of our bodies. I reckon that if they were scaled up to our size they’d be twelve inches long soft, and that’s a lot of prick, even for a Slytherin.”
“Possibly! By all accounts Pansy would be able to take it and more.”
“You should know. She was in your house.”
“Please; Potter, even this slut has standards.”
“Yes, I like your lamp standard too; especially when it wants some Gryffindor lips around it.”
“Well now, there’s an idea. Harry’s hard-on looks eminently kissable too.”
Sometime, mid sixty-nine, Draco stopped what he was doing. Harry paused briefly and looked at Draco quizzically. Draco nodded towards the carpet and edged the two of them towards the side of the bed. There on the floor were two miniature people in almost identical positions as their masters, only they were still performing. Draco mimed ‘magic spell’, indicating that Harry should do the same and pointing to the large cushion in a chair. Two quick charms had the reciprocating teen-elves in the air and the cushion placed underneath them. Phealey managed a quick thumbs-up, by way of thanks, but didn’t miss a beat in his rhythm.
Draco and Harry were just re-establishing their rhythm when two high pitched squeals indicated the consummation of an elfin love pact, so the two mages became observers again. Elfin passion over, magely passion became urgent; leading to their usual shouts of erotic joy upon fruition. Resting afterwards, they found two pairs of eyes watching the proceedings.
“Fair’s fair, Masters. You watched us so we watched you. You were really, really hot.” Pullet hoped that his master’s weren’t cross.
Draco, who had nearly burst into vituperation, blushed at the compliment instead.
“You weren’t too bad yourselves, you know. I don’t think we’d manage our pricks if they nearly tickled their chins when they were hard.” Harry smiled at Phealey.
“Is it difficult sleeping with Kreacher and Winky?” Draco asked understandingly.
“Sleeping in the same area’s all right. But they had a session too and it got us in the mood. Not being sure how they’d react, we felt it’d be safer with you.”
“We understand; would you like to stay the night on the cushion?”
“Yes please, Master Draco. Ooh great!”
Both pairs of lovers started a snogging session, which led to a second orgasmic experience before settling down. Occasional glances at the other pair saw many similarities in techniques, making the whole process even more erotic. Soon large and small snores signalled completeness, as two pairs of tangled limbs soothed their lovers in sleep.
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