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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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A few minutes later they came up for air. A good thing too; because someone was knocking on their door. Two hastily drawn on trousers had them sitting bare-chested at one of the tables and bidding entry.

Dean’s head poked in carefully: “Oh … We hoped to catch you in flagrante!”

He was pushed from behind by Seamus and they entered, the Irish mage carefully closed the door.

Draco scowled: “Did the hairy bitch tell you?”

“Not per-se, no.” Dean explained: “But she came out of the boys’ carriage all flushed and embarrassed. You were the only two left there, the rest have gone to Hogsmeade. So we put two and two together.”

“We were wondering if you would like to come with us to much the same destination.” Seamus smiled: “Safety in numbers you know.”

Draco had a wry smile: “You mean us special boys sticking together when rampant heterosexuals were about?”

“Not thought about that … No … Like you, we had a quiet session this morning; you have haven’t you? So we were too late to go with the rest and bearing in mind Filtch’s warnings … need I say more?”

“Ours wasn’t quiet to begin with … We’ll tell you about it later … I fancy a walk, but not necessarily to Hogsmeade … What about you, Draco?”

“Yes … Hmm … What about Hermione … will she be safe by herself here?”

“She’s got her head down in the books with Daff. They both have boyfriends visiting tomorrow. I overheard Daff asking her elf to bring them lunch here. They’ll be safe enough inside the carriages.”

“Okay … Give us five minutes to have a shower and get dressed.”

Dean and Seamus sat at the other table. It was not quite what Draco had meant and he gave the pair a hard look.

“Come off it Draco. We’ve seen yours recently and I’ve forgotten how many times Harry’s pranced about our dorm in the buff.” Dean grinned: “Don’t tell me that now you’re in love you’ve become a prude?”

Draco shrugged and dropped his trousers: “A quick one together, Harry?”

Harry smirked: “I take it that you mean a shower?”

Draco returned it: “Thanks for the offer, but we’d have no energy left for the walk.”

It only took three minutes to swill off and a further three to dress. Harry used his dry magi-shave whilst Draco combed his locks – that added another six minutes to the schedule. They were just about to leave when Grouchy popped in.

“Masters I’ve had a helpful idea. Masters Dean and Seamus were very cramped when they slept together during the last few nights and now that Masters Draco and Harry share; there may be a way to be more comfortable.”

“Were we thinking of sleeping together, Harry?”

“Not given it much thought yet, Draco. It was a bit cramped earlier. Um … tell us your idea, Grouchy.”

“There’s only a wall separating your bunks. If Masters Dean and Seamus had an upper double bunk and Masters Draco and Harry had a lower one. The upper half of the wall could be moved to block out Master Draco’s bunk and he could share the lower double made by moving the lower half of the wall to block off Master Dean’s bunk. The cross section would look like a flattened square ‘S’.”

“Hmm … There’d still be four to a cabin … That has possibilities,” Draco looked thoughtful.

“Wouldn’t there be a gap between the mattresses where the wall had been?”

“No, Master Seamus, we’d have to move them in by that amount to refit the wall. There are plenty of elfin joining charms to bond mattresses and everything together comfortably.”

“What about storage?”

“It would remain the same, Master Harry. There’d be no need to change the drawer layout.”

“Well, Guys? I’d like to try it out.”

“Okay by me, Harry,” said Dean, with Seamus nodding approval over his shoulder.

“I think I’ve been out-voted, even if I wanted to object, which I don’t. How long will it take, Grouchy?”

“If you leave us elves alone and go for a walk, by lunchtime, Master Draco.”

“Very well, c’mon Guys let’s go. I fancy a quiet stroll around the lake; followed by a quiet sit down in an herb carpeted clearing in the sun. It’s quite a pleasant place for snogging too.”

“Be careful Masters, the lake is where it should be but some places have changed.”

“How dangerous is it, Grouchy?”

“Not bad in the daylight, but there are strange spectres at night. Just remember to revise your local geography, you’ll recognise the places but they no longer fit together as you think. You’re all strong mages so nothing will attack you.”

“This is going to be quite an adventure, are you up to it, Draco?”

“It can’t be any worse than the Manor’s gardens after Voldemort changed them, Harry. The handiest hex was a ‘Repellum’ derivative, depending on what sprang out at you. Most things were spectral and could do little harm. I used to go out there sometimes in order to hone my battle skills. Hmm … yes it could be quite exciting.”

Dean chuckled: “I see Harry’s infecting you with the Gryffindor gung-ho disease.”

“If it keeps him by my side then I’m very happy to have caught the illness. C’mon let’s be off.”

Winky popped in: “I have a packed lunch for you all masters.” She held out an easily pocketed container: “It’s been miniaturised.”

“Thank you, Winky, that was most thoughtful of you.” Harry received the packet.

They clambered out of the door opposite the one that led to the school passageway. Soon they were on a low promontory overlooking the lake where they paused to take in the scenery. It was interesting how some of the flowering trees had swapped places, there were also promontories where there were bays before. They decided on a route because Draco said the clearing he knew should have Euonymus trees by the waters edge, and they had seen the bright orange foliage from their vantage point. On the journey they found one of the gazebos from the rose garden – it was covered in honeysuckle. A terrace that used to overlook the herbaceous border now had a tangle rose bushes surrounding it. Dean soon conjured up a parchment and started drawing a map showing the new places.

They came across a clearing; one that Harry remembered vividly. The others could see how it affected the Gryff, and were held there by some sort of compulsion. There were a few bushes between them and the clearing proper and they stood watching, almost as if their feet had been glued to the earth. The light dimmed despite a clear sky. As it did so spectral forms became apparent.

“They’re death-eaters ghosts,” whispered Draco: “I recognise most of them. Merlin, I hope we can keep them off us.”

“They’re not concentrating on us,” said Seamus quietly: “They’re looking over there, someone’s coming.”

“Yes, I recognise him,” muttered Dean: “It’s you Harry. Why is their no sound?”

“That one over there is Voldemort. Oh! My parents are over there.” Draco shivered.

“This is a replay of what happened before I defeated that monster. The ghosts of my parents should be with me, but they aren’t. That’s odd.”

The whole scene unfolded as it had been, with the killing curse, and Narcissa leaning over Harry’s body. The triumphant procession left the clearing and as soon as the last spectre had left the whole scene started to repeat itself.

“It’s as though they’re imprisoned here to repeat this scene eternally.” Draco remarked.

“Yes it is Draco,” a ghostly voice confirmed: “That is, until my son finds the stone and frees us.”

Harry looked round: “Mother is that you; and Father?”

“Yes my son, we’re here. You and Draco are two halves of that stone, once you are conjoined and the stone is whole once again we can depart. As more of the participants die their ghosts will come here and be trapped until we are free.”

“Conjoined, Father?”

“I’m sure you are not that naïve, Harry. I’m sure your two friends Dean and Seamus would instruct you in the mechanics. After all, they enjoy themselves that way almost every night.”

“Um … Yes … I know now.” Harry grabbed Draco’s hand: “With him, d’you mean?”

“Yes, each holding one half of the stone; each representing the two halves of our divided society. You will know when you’ve been successful because the Hogwarts grounds will revert and the castle will repair itself.”

“All we have to do is find the stone. I dropped it somewhere, but I have no idea where.”

“The stone, Harry; that we have to hold, is it one of the Hallows?”

“Yes, it’s the Resurrection Stone, Draco. Dad, have you any idea where we might find it.”

“Go to the place where you met us. Follow your spectre and you’ll see it drop. Each of you must only touch one half. Only touch the halves together after you have been properly conjoined. Your two friends must be witnesses to the act.”

“Merlin’s balls, Harry, we have to do it in public.”

“Not really Draco. The only two others I would trust are Ron and Hermione. At least Dean and Seamus are on the same wavelength. They know the nuances of what we have to do and will enable us to make it pleasurable. I take it that you are willing?”

“Hmm … Not much choice really … We cannot condemn most of magicdom to an everlastingly repetitious hell when they die. Perhaps I would have preferred to take things more slowly. I wonder if the elves have converted the beds yet.”

“Harry?”

“Yes Mother?”

“Know that we are most proud of you. The most efficacious place should be the Trysting Glade; Draco knows what it looks like. At the moment it is nearby awaiting your completion. It will appear as soon as you pick up both halves of the stone. Don’t forget to have your lunch before you start; Winky has packed all the things you will need.”

“Draco?”

“Yes Mr Potter?”

“No one will disturb you; the spectres will not watch you. Time will wait upon you, just as with a time turner. There’ll be just you four. Just as there were four Marauders before Peter broke our tryst vow.”

The spectres dissolved away and a stunned Harry led his party to the clearing’s entrance and then a little way back. After a twenty minute wait a spectral Harry appeared. The quartet saw him joined by his parents. They watched carefully and saw the stone drop. Draco moved to the place; he saw both pieces and pointed one out to Harry. They picked them up and pocketed them. Almost immediately the herbaceous scent of the Trysting Glade filled their nostrils. By following their noses they found it, surrounded by a multitude of flowers. Once inside, the floral barrier sealed and a feeling of safety enveloped them.

Harry fished out the Winky-given package and Draco expanded it. By the time the Slyth had finished the package resembled a large coffer. Within the chest was an assortment of coloured rugs, which, once spread on the ground swelled up to mattress thickness. Draco found a potions’ valise within which were various phials. Lubricants, revivers, enhancers, enticers, even some sauces for the mini banquet that Seamus was setting out. Dean was in charge of the bottles of wine and Butterbeer. The sun seemed never to move whilst they ate their fill. In fact, the glade gradually became warmer, so there was and inducement to strip in order to keep cool. By the end of the repast they had only their undershorts on. There was no need for an enticing potion; all four of them were in a heightened amorous mood.

Harry glanced shyly at Draco and slipped his last garment off. Draco slid over and kissed the Gryff, leaving his shorts behind in the process. Dean and Seamus were in much the same naked pose.

Draco looked lovingly into the green eyes: “You have my permission to go all the way, Lover.”

“Thank you, perhaps we should follow their example and suck first.” Harry nodded at the other pair.”

Draco glanced over, nodded affirmatively and shuffled into a sixty-nine position. For a minute he remembered Voldemort forcing him to suck a muggle boy. The boy had been handsome and alluring, but the death-eater audience had been off-putting. He explored the slit with the rip of his tongue. Harry’s helmet was smooth and shiny, the drop of pre-cum tasted like honey. Draco shuddered pleasantly as Harry copied the move, then he felt Harry’s lips and the suction they imparted. So he copied Harry’s initiative. So the pleasant afternoon proceeded, each innovating and copying in turn; ending up with an eruption of creamy honey. This time Harry turned and hugged his partner; kissing and stroking.

An hour or two pleasantly passed, but when Draco looked up, the sun did not appear to have moved. He remembered what Harry’s father had said and marvelled yet again at the power of magic.

“You should prepare him properly Harry, like this.” Dean’s voice brought Draco back to the task in hand. “Stroke and tickle first, then one oily finger. Once two are in crook them so, and feel for his love bump.” Seamus gasped and Draco realised it was Harry’s fingers inside the Irish mage.

Draco had a peculiar feeling inside his bum, almost as if Harry’s fingers were there: “I think I’m beginning to feel jealous, Harry. How about practicing on me, please?”

“Fine … I want to do it also.” He came over and started to run his fingers up and down inside the Slyth’s deep crack.

Slowly the digits concentrated on one place and Draco felt his anal muscles relax. Harry felt them relax and tentatively pushed a finger in. It was not the harsh intrusion that Draco had envisioned. He felt full but pleasantly so; soon he was wanting more and urged Harry onwards.

“H-h-h-ha!”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No … Do it again.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Ooh, yes, more please.”

“Another finger?”

“Mmm mmm.”

After a few minutes of bliss: “I think I’m ready.”

“Fine … I’m all greased up … Let me know if it hurts.”

“Let me turn over first, I want to look at you whilst you’re inside me. That’s supposed to be the best; so I’ve heard.”

“Fine … Ready?”

“Yes … Merlin you’re bigger than the fingers.”

“Shall I stop?”

“Don’t you dare … Ee-ee-ee … You’ve found it … Merlin, that does feel good … Now increase your stroke rate … Oh Harry … Do that again please …” Draco dissolved into incomprehensibility as Harry fucked the arse off him.

Shouts of each others name marked the culmination of the second part of the tryst. It was marked by a puddle of cum in Draco’s navel and a slickness around Harry’s tool which popped out as he leaned forward to kiss his lover.

They stayed in that clinch for some long time – at least it felt like a long time – the sun had still not moved. Draco glance at his watch – 2.15.pm – a few seconds later he looked and it read 2.00.pm. He resolved to look again and try to catch the moment when the magic turned time back. He never saw it because he became involved with a much more interesting pastime. That of seducing Harry.

It was almost as though Harry’s anal muscles were eating Draco’s fingers in their eagerness. He found the Gryff’s prostate and enjoyed the way Harry’s eyes lit up when he caressed it. In fact he became so mesmerised by pleasuring his amour that he forgot the next stage.

“For Merlin’s sake, Draco, get your prick into my arse, before you wear by nerve endings away. It feels great, but I want the rest as well.”

“Okay … Sorry I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I was, but like you, I want to experience all of our conjunction.”

Draco chuckled: “And the Gryffindor in you wants to help the spectres, too.”

“That wasn’t uppermost in my mind, I must admit. I think the pleasure swamped the idea. No more talk Mr Malfoy, I want action.”

“Okay, Mr Potter, action coming up, but slowly at first, like you did to me.”

Draco placed his mushroom on the pink pucker and started to push. To his surprise he slid straight in and then squealed in delight when Harry’s internal flesh gripped him.

“Merlin Harry, how did you do that?”

“I told my magic that I wanted you fully ensheathed and it did the rest.”

“So you could tell it to bring me off, could you?”

“Possibly, but I want to feel your arse muscles flexing.” Both of Harry’s hands moved to stroke Draco’s buns. “I saw them a couple of nights ago, now I want to experience them and your fat prick as well. Please start slowly.”

Draco did as he was bid. There seemed to be some mental/magical link building between them. Draco seemed to know just when Harry wanted him to thrust, and when to pull-back. Both of them seemed to find gratification in giving the other one ultimate pleasure. Their climax built and built, Draco slowed when it was almost too much, managing to keep them in a high state of excitement for what seemed like hours – not that his re-setting watch was any help in marking the passage of time.

The quartet felt a tremble in the earth beneath them. Draco guessed what that meant and shoved in as quickly as he could. Harry and Draco howled in unison as their pent-up juices squirted. Then the quartet hugged each other in terror as the earthquake started. Not that they should have worried, the mattress-like rugs rose into the air whilst earth and trees rippled and swayed.

In eerie silence the rugs settled back onto the herb lawn and the early autumn chill invaded the Trysting Glade. Shivering slightly, the quartet dressed quickly. The chill heralded two spectres. They were walking purposefully towards the boys.

“Uh-oh, look out; it’s my Father and Uncle Severus.”

The spectres came to a stand in front of the boys. To Draco’s surprise, his father was smiling.

“Thank you my sons, you have allowed me to move onwards to a happier place.”

“The ache of Nagini’s bite has gone now. Please seal us into the new and happier dimension by uniting the stone.” Severus’s voice was gentle.

Harry blinked, felt in his pocket for his half and held it up. Draco had done the same. When the two halves met there was a clash of thunder and a flash of lightening. The stone disappeared. Draco was immediately aware of Harry’s thoughts in his head.

*Have you got a ring on your finger too?* Harry enquired internally.

*Yes. They’re eternal rings. Look at them. It’s and ancient Celtic symbol of the two entwined snakes eating their own tails.*

*Their eyes are the colour of the Resurrection Stone. Eternal rings, what are those?*

*Your stuck with me for life and forever thereafter.*

*Seems like a good deal, to me.*

Seamus grabbed Draco’s hand and inspected his new ring. “That’s pretty definite, isn’t’ it? Look Dean, they’ve gone further than we have. Two souls forever entwined.”

“I’m not surprised really; they really did shake the world. Are we decent, McG’s coming towards us? She looks slightly peeved.”

Seamus chuckled: “She always looks slightly peeved.”

“Ah, I should have known it; Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy getting into trouble again. Only this time they seem to have rebuilt Hogwarts completely. It would have been courteous, Gentleman, if you had warned the rest of us.”

“Sorry Minerva, we didn’t know what was going to happen either. The spectres asked us to put them to rest, so we did. We needed that stone to do so too.”

“Where is it now Harry?”

“Probably inside our rings, Headmistress.”

“Let me see, Draco, please … Oh … Eternal rings … I take it that Harry is your other half. Are you properly sealed?”

“Would you like a graphic description? If so Dean and Seamus would only be to glad to describe it to you; they were our witnesses.”

“If I were about your age, I probably would.” Minerva smiled wickedly: “Being Headmistress means you have to be very broad minded. Tell me, Harry, can you communicate non-verbally?”

“Yes, Minerva.”

“Good … The books say you can cast non-verbally. And in an emergency through the other-one’s mind. I doubt you’ll truly need wands from now on either. However, as tutors you should use them in order to encourage your students in their proper use. Now … We ought to find you proper joint accommodation …”

“… No need to, our elves have sorted something out for both of our pairs.”

“That will give me thinking time, at least. However there are spare rooms in the professorial towers.”

“Probably next year, Head…Oh…Minerva.”

“Turn in excellent papers, and with your new strengths we’ll be offering you full professorships in two years time. That is if you want them.”

*Let me answer for us, Harry.*

*Fine!*

“That’s a very handsome offer, Minerva. Perhaps we can negotiate nearer the time, yes?”

“That seems fair Draco. I think we should go back otherwise we’ll miss dinner,” She smirked: “I expect you have expended a lot of energy recently.”

Four stomachs rumbled in agreement.

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