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The Train	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As soon as the shower door closed with Michael and Justin inside, Draco slid down from the bunk above – he was still naked, but everything looked normal when Harry checked him out.

“Please may we shower together, Harry? I promise I won’t try to feel you up.”

“Um … Fine … See that you don’t. Give me a little space so’s I can get undressed.”

Draco recovered two towels and went to sit in one of the seats. He kept his head slightly bowed; hoping to give the Gryff the idea that he was sorry. In fact it was a ploy so that he could stare at Green-eyes’ body whilst he stripped; without appearing to do so. During the process Draco noticed that Harry’s dong still had a little life left in it. Once stripped; Harry came to sit opposite Draco at a table. But before any real conversation took place Justin and Michael emerged from the shower cubicle.

Draco entered the shower first and as Harry turned to close the door his hand encountered something soft and wobbly: “Sorry!”

Draco did not reply; pretending nothing had happened. During the shower, somehow whenever one of Harry’s hands was below his waist he encountered Draco’s bits. Eventually Harry realised that Draco was positioning himself so that the Gryff’s hands encountered the Slyth’s pubes. At the same time the blond was developing another boner.

“Draco stop it, it’s contrary to what you agreed to.”

“No it isn’t. I agreed not to touch you up. Instead it’s the other way round. Just look what your hand is doing now.” The blond caught hold of Harry’s wrists and pushed his hard-on into Green-eyes’ fingers. Draco held fast to the arm and began to rub himself on Harry’s digits.

Harry struggled for a minute with his own cock beginning to expand in response. He sighed: “Fine … You seem determined that I should wank you. I just hope the water doesn’t go cold before you cum.”

Draco leaned back on the shower wall giving Harry ample play-room. Harry was not subtle he grabbed the offered pole and pumped it hard. One minute had Draco huffing and cumming.

“There … I’ve done what you want; I hope you’re satisfied.”

“Yes, thank you. It was a bit rough for the first time, but you’ll learn as we continue.”

“Who said we’d continue?”

“That crimson pecker, sticking up out of your curls, for one. And you’re eyes that keep sizing me up when I’m dressing and undressing for another.”

“I can take care of it myself, thank you,” Harry grabbed his own apparatus and began to pump.

Draco nearly came again, because he was avidly watching Harry work himself up to fruition. His only reservation was that his was not the hand on the blue veined prick. Before any further amorousness took place the water turned cold, and two gasping inmates shot out into the cabin to vigorously towel themselves warm and dry. The chill had also shrunken parts that were full of life a few seconds earlier. So Justin and Michael only had a vision of pert buns and shrunken bits to entertain them.

Michael chuckled: “By the sounds of things you two were enjoying and encounter in there, but what is visible doesn’t seem to warrant that idea.”

Harry stared dangerously at the Raven: “Don’t even suggest things like that. That’s Malfoy’s forte and he’s done enough damage already.”

“Alright … Alright … Keep your hair on Harry. I was only joking.”

Draco chose that moment to intervene coyly: “Does that mean you don’t love me any more, Darling? And here I was looking forward to showing everyone my engagement ring.”

Harry turned around angrily and Draco fled to the bunks. Unfortunately for him he had to climb the steps and, during that time, Harry managed to land three sharp slaps on the Slyth’s bum.

Harry retired to bed with a red face because the other three inmates were laughing. His embarrassment did not last long because he drifted off into that semi comatose state before proper sleep. The place where dreams become vividly alive. The starter was a re-run of the shower incident. Only that every pump that Harry gave to Draco’s ferrule made it expand both in length and girth. It ended up with Harry hugging a gigantic pole and jumping up and down in order to make it cum. Harry, of course, was naked and whilst hugging the gigantic prick was rubbing his own stem against it. As he came he became conscious and found that he was humping his pillow. That required a very thorough cleaning charm before he could place his head thereon.

During the night Harry awoke every couple of hours with a hard-on seemingly as big and stiff as Cleopatra’s Needle. Where all the spunk came from he did not know, because each ejaculation seemed to outdo the previous one in quantity and lascivious feeling. Draco was equally hollow-eyed in the morning, but not because he had been wanking all night. No, he had been waking himself up every two hours and practicing his quiet ‘Sentor Amoratiis’ charms on the occupant of the bunk below. That was a bit of almost dark magic that he had learned when Voldemort was in charge at Malfoy Manor.

FRIDAY:

Harry shunned any efforts of Draco to share the morning shower and received knowing looks from the other two. However he did not shut the blond out entirely; accompanying him and sitting with him at breakfast.

Tutors’ gowns swirling behind them they departed for their first batches of Third and fourth years classes. Neither of them found the students too much of a handful and mused together, over coffee break, that even one year’s difference meant a lot in school terms and they were four years older. They also remarked that each had a small contingent of elves in their class. They surmised that probably they were the ones who had been clearing up and finding items for the previous teachers. Hermione was very heartened to hear that the elves were being included.

The afternoon was set aside for the tutors’ homework, because the weekly staff meeting took place at the end of the teaching day. During the meeting both of them did not contribute except when asked specific questions. Later, Draco confided in Harry that he had felt very inadequate, both by the intellectual quality of the goings-on and the efforts of the staff to be friendly towards the three new teachers.

It was not until after dinner when the eighth-years were relaxing in their common-room that the two of them truly relaxed. That process was helped by imbibing elf-served chilled Butterbeer in crystal goblets, of course. Half a dozen friends pleaded with Harry to help them mug-up on shield charms. So an hour was spent in the DADA room. Draco was not among them neither were Ernie and Anthony.

After the shield practice, Harry left his kit in his cabin and returned to the common room. Except for a few enamoured pairs there was a tendency for the girls to group in one place and the boys in another corner. Not long after, Draco walked in flanked by the other two; he sat down carefully next door to Harry. Ernie and Anthony smiled and sat close too.

Harry looked at the slightly paler face: “Another double session was it?”

“Yes-s-s, but they were gentlemen, if you see what I mean.”

“What does he mean?” asked Ernie.

“That you didn’t go beyond into place where reparations stopped and revenge took over.”

“Oh … That never occurred to us, did it Tony?”

“Erm … It did to me, but I quashed the idea.”

The other males chuckled.

“So … Neville and Blaise it is your turn tomorrow.”

“No Harry, I’m not having a turn,” said Neville.

“Neither am I,” added Blaise: “You see us Slyths regard sex as another tool; one to be used to further our designs. We are not as sentimental about things as the rest of you are. I have no hatred for Draco, partly because of my pragmatic outlook and partly because I know about the privations Draco went through at his home when Voldemort was in charge. Before you ask,” Blaise held up his hands: “Draco has confided in me and I’ve overheard certain ex-death-eaters boasting. For decency’s sake I am not going to tell you the details – it was horrendous, what they did.”

“I come at it from a different angle,” added Neville: “I’m not consumed by teenage lust. As you all know I’m dating Hannah seriously and feel that I might be letting her down by being sexually involved with anyone else, be they male or female. My Gryff dorm mates will tell you that I wasn’t all that interested when they experimented, either. Say I’m fuddy-duddy or old-fashioned if you like, but we have to practice forgiveness as well.”

There were a couple of snickers, but Harry could see that most of the males understood Neville’s stance, even if their hormones did not entirely agree.

Draco stood and solemnly walked over to Blaise and hugged his shoulders companionably. He then looked at Neville: “I think my recompense for you will be different, Neville. If you will allow it, I intend to work on a series of potions that will help those who are suffering from the after effects of extraordinary doses of the Crucitatus curse. I know of a number of deserving cases, just as you do.”

Neville was pleased by the way Draco had referred to the plight of his parents, without revealing their names. Harry and Hermione were equally pleased, remembering that evening in the closed ward at St.Mungo’s.

“Thank you Draco, yes, I feel that that would be fitting.” Neville looked grim for a few seconds and then smiled. “Perhaps we should go to bed; we have lessons in the morning.”

“No we don’t, Nev, its Saturday tomorrow, remember?”

“Oh yes, of course it is; we’ve only been here for half a week, haven’t we. Still I feel tired so I shall go, even if you all live it up. Goodnight All!”

Neville’s exit provided a prompt for those feeling equally bushed and the common-room started to empty.

Harry and Draco followed their dorm-mates down the passageway.

“Please may we share the shower Harry? I promise no hanky-panky of any kind. Nev has got me thinking.”

Harry looked at Draco and sensed no guile; so he agreed. True to his word Draco attempted no sexual play; instead they discussed the ramifications of Neville’s point of view. Harry saw a completely new side of Draco’s temperament, one that attracted him greatly. There were no sexy dreams that night for either of them. Draco, because he was starting to plan the research necessary. Harry, because of the harrowing memories stirred up; not only of the Longbottoms, but also of those more recent cases he had visited in the various convalescent homes.

SATURDAY:

Solemn thoughts had faded by the time the morning arrived. This was a good-to-be-alive day. Because of Michael’s insistence on doing their homework each time before playing there was nothing looming over their heads. There was no real compunction to arise early either, and the gloomy weather outside helped all four of them to find reasons to stay snuggled beneath the bedclothes.

Whether any other of their band had breakfast they never found out, but theirs was served by Kreacher in the cabin. He enticed them out of their bunks by allowing the coffee aroma to percolate throughout the cabin. Draco was first out, salivating from the delicious smell. A green bathrobe on, he sat at one of the tables imbibing the delicious drink. The aroma reached Harry’s nostrils, and he found it equally enticing. So his red bathrobe was donned and he joined the Slyth. Their gentle chatter drew out Michael and Justin who, wearing equivalent coloured bathrobes sat at the other table. The pressure was off and the meal took four times longer than was normal on a weekday.

Their ablutions were equally laid back and there was no real compunction to get dressed, apart from the bathrobes and slippers they were already wearing. Their lazy conversation wandered from subject to subject revealing more of their inner feelings. One topic was Draco’s willingness to let others play in his personal area. They found out some of the things that had happened at the Manor with the beast in charge. So now the others understood properly why it did not faze-out Draco as much as they thought it should. Now the subject was in the open further exploration of the topic took place, all of them beginning to feel pleasantly aroused.

Suddenly Draco stood and removed his bathrobe. It revealed a rising prick.

“Come on Justy, I’m really in the mood. You’ll be the last of those whom I feel indebted to.”

“Well now … That purple prong does look as though some attention should be paid to it … Adheribo vos expandit ad muram!” Justin made a complicated flourish.

A very surprised Draco flew backwards and became stuck, spread-eagled to the shower wall, with his feet a few inches from the floor.

“Merlin’s balls! Where did you learn that one?”

“I have posters on my walls at home which I change twice a year. I developed the charm to stretch them and avoid the wrinkles that muggle glues always seem to make. It seems to work on humans too. Are you still in the mood, Draco?”

“You can un-stick me, can’t you?” Draco’s dong was drooping.

“I might. Then again … We could draw a seaside scene behind you and pretend you were one of my posters … What do you think, Guys?”

Harry could see Draco getting worried, but rather liked the thought of making him sweat for a time. He adopted a devilish expression: “Perhaps we could adapt his prick to form the changeover valve.”

“Dual purpose,” suggested Michael: “Like those nozzles that give you a squirt of liquid soap in the public toilets.”

Draco squirmed and looked horrified whilst the others chuckled dirtily.

“Tittilandum inclusi cornum tuo! That’s one he used on me,” Justin informed them.

This was a charm Harry could understand, and he could see the result on Draco; whose horn was now fully expanded and his stomach muscles trying to make fucking movements within the restraints imposed. His prick turned from pink to red and a droplet of pre-cum emerged. Then it went crimson and the blond made the kinds of sounds he had made when having an orgasm, only nothing more than another clear droplet appeared. Draco was now gasping and grunting, displaying a shiny purple prong which was visibly throbbing.

“When are you going to lift the inclusi?” asked Michael.

“Not yet … I had to plead for it to be lifted and he hasn’t said a word.” However Justin did partially release some of the restraints on Draco’s bum. Now he could make unbridled fucking movements and the crimson colouration invested his lifted balls. The red suffused his stomach and made his pubic hairs resemble fiery flames.

Harry watched the display fascinated and extremely turned on, so much so that he had an ejaculation, not long after followed by the other two onlookers.

“Oh … Please … Oh, oh … Please … Uh, uh, uh … Let … Ah, ah, ah, ah … Me … Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Cum-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m?”

“Finite incantata!”

Both charms ceased working and Draco fell flat on to the floor; covering himself in pent up spunk.”

“Didn’t you go a bit too far, Justin?”

“No Harry. He then grabbed my stake and rubbed the end whilst I squealed and squalled. However I’m not going to draw blood, which is what he did. Retribution can only go so far before it becomes torture.”

“Um … Yes, I see! I need a shower and Draco definitely does.” Harry pointed his wand at the prone blond: “Mobilliarbus!” and carried the Slyth into the shower cubicle, leaving his soiled bathrobe on the floor.

Draco was in no fit state to wash himself, so Harry performed the task; eliciting gasps and shudders when the delicate bits were cleansed. Green-eyes used a drying charm on both of them and then transported the semi-comatose blond onto his bed. The other two then entered the shower and Grouchy popped in to collect all the soiled bathrobes. When Justin and Michael had finished they dressed and went out of the cabin.

After Justin and Michael had gone out, Harry lay nakedly on his bed musing. He knew he had been turned on by the display, and he finally admitted that he had enjoyed feeling Draco’s paraphernalia whilst he was cleaning him. The Slyth’s altered attitude made Draco seem more approachable and their various conversations had revealed new intriguing depths in the blond’s mind. However Harry was still unsure about Draco’s motives, although he felt that the blond was being truthful. He also shudderingly envisioned the kind of tortures Draco had endured whilst at the Manor. He recalled the revelations of coercion at the top of the Astronomy Tower. Still musing, he slid into a semi-coma.

A nude Draco lay on his bed recovering. His physical being was shattered but his mental capacity had not been impaired. He knew that he had actually not repaid the other mages session for session, but somehow that did not impinge on his newly found peace-of-mind. In some mysterious way the price had been paid; except to Harry. That debt was different, he realised that his opposition had been a need to be noticed by the Gryff. Next he realised that Mr Potter had great depths of understanding about his environment and the people therein. Then he realised that this need to be noticed had metamorphosed into something much stronger. He needed to be near Harry, to react peaceably with the Gryff, and to indulge in deep conversations with that remarkable mind. In short, Draco admitted that he was hopelessly in love, not only physically but with his whole being. But how was he to tell the green-eyed idol resting in the bunk below?

Suddenly, there was a commotion beneath him. It sounded to Draco as though Harry was being attacked. He grabbed his wand and jumped down; crouching into a defensive pose. There were no attackers. Instead, the Gryff was shouting and throwing his body around.

Kreacher popped in: “Master Draco, he needs this lotion smearing on his forehead and upper lip. Would you mind doing it? You’re much bigger than me and I was injured last time I helped him. Charms don’t seem to work.”

Wordlessly Draco dropped his wand and held out his hand for the phial. He then climbed onto Harry’s bed to try and physically subdue the thrashing Gryff. Draco suffered a few bruises in the process but managed to smear some of the lotion where it was needed. Harry calmed down and in the process hugged the Slyth tight. Draco was entrapped on top of the Gryff and he looked wild-eyed at Kreacher.

The elf smiled wanly: “Yes, he’s done that to me before as well. He seems to find comfort that way. I think he’s hugging his mother or a cuddly comfort-toy, but I’m not sure. The worst is over; can I leave him in your hands, please?”

Draco nodded his acquiescence and Kreacher popped away. The blond turned his attention to the young man who held him in his arms. Draco had never been this close to someone, to anyone really. He studied the dark-haired-one closely, stroking him and muttering soothing words. Slowly another problem made itself known. The close skin contact was turning-on the blond. Quite soon he had an erection, but the desperate deed was not yet present.

Harry huffed and his eyes opened. He sniffed and realised that the lotion was on his face and what that signified. Next he realised that he had a tight grip around someone’s torso and that person was on top of him. Then he surprisedly realised who it was. Finally he felt a stiff boner in-between them. That caused a certain remembrance and his own member began to fill out.

Harry stared into the Slyth’s eyes: “Thanks, Draco, how did you know about the salve?”

“Kreacher gave it to me; saying that he got injured last time.” Draco peered with fascination into the green orbs.

“Yes he was … Have I hurt you?” Harry squeezed the blond on his chest.

“Not really, but you could ease your hug slightly.”

Harry blushed, apologised and released his arms.

“I didn’t say you were not to hug me, Harry, just be a little gentler, that’s all. I was enjoying our closeness.”

Harry’s lower regions twitched: “Um … yes, I can feel that you were. It seems that my body agrees.”

That twitch had allowed the Gryff’s rampancy to align itself with the Slyth’s column and Draco realised what had happened: “Hmm … Would your body mind too much if we experimented?”

“I think all of Harry might like to.” Harry gently thrust upwards and then relaxed back.

Draco followed suit, thrusting down. Quite soon they developed a rhythm which, after some enjoyable effort, excited their members into fruition.

“I seem to have dropped my wand somewhere and I’m loath to depart this embrace to find it.”

“Why do you need it?”

“Hmm … The mess down there, Harry.”

“Oh … Fine … Mine’s under my pillows, can you reach it?”

“Yes, here you are.”

“No, you do it.”

“You trust me with your wand?”

“Um … I think so, yes.”

Draco cleansed them and tucked the wand back under Harry’s pillows. That process made his face pass very close to Harry’s. As Draco withdrew he felt two lips brush his own. He paused allowing the Gryff further possibilities of experimenting. An amount of in-mouth tongue-battling went on before they broke away panting.

“Well, Mr Potter that was quite a surprise.”

“Do you infer that I can’t kiss properly, Mr Malfoy?”

“On the contrary, I think we did quite well together. The surprise was that you initiated it.”

Harry smiled wryly: “All in the good cause of experimentation.” One of his hands detached itself from the hug and began to slide down Draco’s side until it reached his bum where it started to stroke and explore.

Draco twitched slightly: “You’ll need my full permission if you intend going much further.”

“Really? Please dear Draco, may I go a little further?”

“On one condition. That I have equal rights of exploration.”

Harry looked coy: “I hadn’t even thought of denying you those rights.”

“Good!” Draco’s hand followed an equivalent path: “You’re quite the hairy bear, aren’t you?”

“I like your smooth cheeks; you have quite a deep crack, don’t you?”

“No penetration yet, please. I’m still a virgin as far as that’s concerned.”

“Um … So am I … So the same precaution applies, please.” Harry initiated another long snog.

The bussing paused; both of them were out of breath. Draco slid gently sideways so that he could really see Harry, close up. He propped his head on one hand so that his body was sideways on to Harry’s and propped against the inner wall of the bunk. During the process Harry’s hand had moved away from Draco’s buns and was now exploring the blond’s balls. Not to be outdone, Slyth digits were palpitating a Gryff scrotum. Both paused their exploration, ready to cover up, when they thought they heard their cabin door open. No one appeared round the corner so the experimental fondling recommenced.

“Incarcerous! Silencio!” Draco noticed a wand tip hovering in mid air.

The wand tip disappeared and Harry’s cloak of invisibility parted to reveal a certain bushy haired female. She gave them a scrutinising once-over.

“Well, well, well … I thought you might.” Hermione leaned over the bed and first fondled Draco’s pubes, Harry’s were next. “I’ve wanted to compare erections for some time … Very nice … But I prefer my Ron’s … Finite incantata!”

“Merlin’s balls, Granger, you could have asked.” Draco looked shocked.

“Would you have agreed?”

“No, of course not,” Draco grabbed a duvet and spread it over their nakedness.

“I didn’t think you would. Yours has grown a lot Harry, since last time.”

Draco looked aghast: “Does she do this regularly, Harry? Is this a perverted Gryffindor pass-time?”

Harry gave an embarrassed giggle: “She caught us once when we were experimenting a few years ago. Hermione has this awkward habit of entering rooms without first knocking. We’ve tried to cure her, but we’ve been unsuccessful so far. It’s unfair really, the girls can come into the boys rooms, but all hell lets loose if we try and visit theirs.”

Draco pulled Harry’s wand from under the pillow and made a complicated flourish. “I’ve collected her magical signature, Harry. We’ll make a charm to alert us next time she tries to sneak in.”

“I sneaked in, to make sure you hadn’t hexed Harry, Draco.” She looked at the Gryff: “He hasn’t has he?”

“No, Hermione, the attraction is mutual. Draco’s unleashed my hidden gayness, not that I’m objecting. We have a way to go before the exploration is complete.” Harry borrowed a dirty smirk from Draco’s arsenal: “Would you like the details?”

Hermione’s face went red: “Ah … No … I don’t think so, thank you.” She composed herself and looked grimly at Draco: “Hear this, Mr Malfoy. If you hurt my dear friend Harry; not only will you have his retribution to deal with, but mine and Ronald’s as well.”

Draco smiled winningly: “I can assure you, Ms Granger, that my intentions are not that way inclined as far as mon-amour Harry is concerned. Our mutual pleasure is my whole agenda for the foreseeable future. It could, of course do without unannounced interruptions.” Draco looked longingly into Harry’s eyes: “Now, Love, where were we a few minutes ago?”

Harry caught Draco’s wink: “Just about to indulge in another kiss, I think.” He hooked an arm around the blond’s neck and another snogging session commenced.

They heard Hermione leave because she slammed the door hard.
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