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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}]
(Cock tag - an indiscriminate male masturbation game)
~~~ NEW HOMES ~~~
In Duindhu Castle Draco waited whilst the elves seated themselves and Draco started to speak to the assembled elves:
“Yesterday I learnt three new things. First, that I was master of this estate and had been for over six months. Second; that I was responsible for a household of elves. Third, that my father had illegally sold the estate to a consortium of muggles, who plan to make it into an hotel. This means that I will have to find you some other magical estate to serve. Fortunately, my partner has a solution; at least it will ensure you have a home for the time being, although it will not be here.” Draco looked at Harry.
“We need to find out what skills you have,” Harry continued, “So that we can redeploy you in useful surroundings. I believe three of you would like to attend Hogwarts as first-years, which will be no problem as both of us have taken up teaching posts there. We are putting on an extra course in literacy in order to help those who have difficulty with letters. Knox and Kellie, you are gardeners, but of what kind?”
“We have half an acre of flower garden, Master; but most of our energies go into the three-acre vegetable garden and a six-acre orchard. Until recently we’ve been supplying the Manor with fresh fruit and vegetables. We’d like our son to go to school, please.”
“Thank you. Now Murdoch, what does a forester do?”
“I manage the moors and woodlands, keeping untoward growths at bay, a few years ago I used to breed capercaille for the season, but no one comes any longer. We have an extensive warren which I look after and Master Travis had various magical wild plants which I tend, as well. I would also like Monach to attend Hogwarts, if that were possible, please?”
“Good.” Harry looked at Draco.
“Dorothy and Denison, I’m familiar with the work of house-elves, so you needn’t go into any description, thank you. Do you approve of your son being offered a place at our magical academy?”
“Yes please, Master Draco.”
“Very good! They can all attend. Master Harry and I own a small estate in England. No grand house like this, I’m afraid, but there will be reasonable accommodation for you.” Draco looked at Harry. “We could place them at Woodyates too, couldn’t we?”
Whilst Harry was pondering, another breathless house-elf appeared.
“Sorry Masters, I was out on the boat fishing.”
“Forgiven, but who are you?” Draco looked slightly bemused.
“Oh! I’m Marianne, Monach’s older sister and Murdoch’s daughter; I help out with anything going. I’ve caught some lovely fish, which I thought would last us for a couple of days. With two masters to serve, I’ll go out tomorrow again.”
“You may not need to, Daughter. It seems we are to move.”
“Do you like fishing, Marianne?”
“Yes Master, and gardening, and looking after animals, when Master Travis was alive we had some stew-ponds, they were good too. I also chat to the Broonies.”
“What do the Broonies do?” Harry asked.
“Look after the plants in the gardens, that’s why we can produce so much from the small acreage,” replied Murdoch: “They’re invaluable when it comes to looking after the magical plants as well.”
“So when you move, are they likely to move also?”
“They won’t want to stay if the magic moves away, Master Harry. I reckon they’ll just die. As it is they’re only just with us now,” put in Marianne: “They were with me in the boat earlier and flew off saying that they wanted to see the new master. That’s how I knew to come inshore.”
“So … If we could persuade them to come with us; we’d be saving them from extinction, would we?”
“I dinna ken, but we could ask them. They’d help with any plants you have.”
“Draco, we could now develop the farm much quicker than we thought. The choir-trio and Greg are a team, and the elves and Broonies will be useful additions.”
“We’ll have more than enough capital to expand at a greater rate, I’d rather have it in property it’s a good market, and if you four could break into Gringotts then I’m sure the Seignior could. I bet he’ll start plotting it as soon as he knows about the money he’s not getting.”
“Now the legalities are sorted and we’ve bought Woodyates we can run the three properties as one, Kreacher’s almost a Reeve as it is and I’d like to help Grouchy and Huppert out in London. We can form a team with the boys fronting up the muggle side and us the magical one.” Harry’s look was speculative.
Draco looked at the elves. “We think we have the possibility of an estate which you can work on. Harry already owns a wood and a moorland hillside that has many magical plants in it. Elder Kreacher needs help domestically, because he is running the elfin literacy classes. We have three muggle friends who are trying to resuscitate a semi derelict farm as a market garden plus some stock. They know about us magical people. The River Gryff runs through the farm, it has trout in it, so that will take in some of Marianne’s skills. I’m sorry for what my father did. To say the least, he had no right to sell the estate. However, we can, with a little bit of luck; offer you some gainful employment to suit your assorted skills, plus a comfortable home. However, if you wish to be given clothes, then I’ll give them to you. If not, this place will be full of muggles very soon and you had better come to Chantry Cottage.”
A chorus of, “WE DON’T WANT CLOTHES, MASTERS,” greeted Draco’s words. “WE’LL COME WITH YOU.”
“Very well, perhaps you’d like to apparate with us after lunch; to see what we’re offering before you finally decide. Knox and Kellie, would you show us around your gardens please. Perhaps some your fish for lunch, Marianne?”
“I think I’ll go with Murdoch, Draco. I’d like to see his magical plants and see what could be transplanted. Perhaps Neville and Hannah could apparate over? They ought to have a look, too. Dorothy, could you and Denison draw up a list of heirlooms and precious Duindhu relics that ought to be preserved? Trying, if possible, to put them in some sort of order from ‘must have’ to ‘well maybe if there’s room’, please? If necessary, we could store them in our London house. We already have a couple of Duindhu portraits for the Hogwarts flat, Draco’s uncle sounds like a good man to have around.”
“That’s him and his dogs, when he was younger.” Denison pointed over the mantelpiece. The portrait smiled at them, giving them the thumbs-up.
“Master Draco’s father didn’t like Master Travis very much and cast a mumbling curse on his portraits,” Dorothy informed them: “Is there any way you could lift it, please?”
Draco slapped his head: “I should have known; Uncle Travis’s portrait was trying to tell me something a few days ago. There were a number of ancestors Father didn’t like at the Manor, mainly because they criticised him. Dorothy, please show me to the library, I know the book where the counter-curse is.”
“This way Master.”
The library had tall clear windows and the shelves were of a light wood. Contrary to the library at the Manor it was easy to read without the aid of a lantern. It took a few minutes to find the book and then half an hour’s reading, plus a practice or two before Draco was happy to remove the curse.
“Thank you, my Heir; I see you understood the alert that I indicated to you. Is all well?”
“I’m afraid not Uncle … … …” Draco epitomised the happenings up to him and his mate coming to Taigh Duindhu. He even had to give a potted version of Harry’s part in Voldemort’s defeat, as well.
“I think Mr Potter is related to this line as well as being head of House Black.” Travis mused … and then looked at the brunet as he entered the library: “I’m very pleased you managed to defeat him, Harry. I have found out since that my death was the result of Mr Riddle’s intervention, although it looked like a normal drowning. I must say that I am enjoying the other two portraits and am delighted that two of my nephews are the youngest Professors Hogwarts has ever had. Thank you again for freeing me from the mumbling curse.”
Draco bowed to his ancestor, excused himself and turned to Marianne, “Perhaps you could introduce me to the Broonies, please. I’d rather have them come with us, if at all possible.” Harry stayed on, talking to his new uncle.
“I ken they’d like to,” replied Marianne: “I’ll tak ye to their dell. Pringle’s their chief.”
Draco was impressed by the industry of the gardeners and chatted to the Broonies, too. Harry had had some tentative discussion with Murdoch about his woods as well as finding four or five species of magical plant that he did not have there. Lunch was a success; the fresh caught salmon was delicious and so were the new potatoes, straight from ground to pot and thence to table.
While they ate Draco told Harry that the Broonies were just a Scottish name for nixies and pixies: “Once they learned we were an item, they became very eager to move. I have a feeling that they’re not properly nourished up here.”
“Properly nourished?”
“Don’t be dense, Harry. Remember the garden above the Leaky Cauldron.”
“Oh … That way … Fine … I’m looking forward to it already. And I’m sure Dean and Seamus will help out. I’ve had a chat with Uncle Travis; he’s going to advise Dorothy about the list of items to bring.”
“Hmm … Yes … And there’s the library as well … Hmm … There’s no room at the cottage and the Black library is full. We cannot leave magical books around where muggles can read them. I don’t fancy destroying those beautiful tomes, but we may well have to.”
“Could we not charm the library at Grimmauld Place and make it bigger?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Um … If mages’ tents can contain all that space inside what appears to be a smaller area; could we not do the same in a mages’ house?”
“Hmm … I suppose it would be possible.”
“Look in Libra Spatium Expandido, Nephews,” Suggested Uncle from his portrait: “Seventh tier, fifth shelf, book number twenty-seven.”
“THANK YOU UNCLE!” They replied together.
“Glad to be of service. The best way would be to make the first half of the simulacrum charm here. Apparate to the London house and activate the transfer charm incorporating it into the expanding charm at the same time. Most of what you want is on pages forty-one to fifty-two.”
“You seem to know a lot about the books, Uncle?”
“Yes Harry, the library here was my pride and joy. Dorothy has kept good care of it since, even if I couldn’t communicate properly with her.”
Draco had found the book and had taken a glimpse at the pages concerned. “Hmm … Uncle … I see that using the simulacrum charm, as you suggest, would re-create this environment there.”
“That was my idea. The only item, apart from the books, that would have to be transported is my portrait. That is if you wanted another one of me.”
“You’d be happier there, wouldn’t you,” Harry observed: “I’ve recently learned the magic window charm. The view wouldn’t be of Scottish moorland, but the square’s gardens are prettier now than they used to be.”
“I can see some north-country moorlands from my Chantry Cottage portrait, Harry, and a bit of Scotland from the one in your study.” The portrait chuckled mock-ruefully: “So I won’t feel too deprived.”
Both nephews chuckled at the dry humour. With a couple of books in hand they prepared the party to move. The simulacrum charm was activated and they were off.
The mass apparition took place, firstly to Grimmauld Place, to look at storage facilities, and then for Harry and Draco to enact the other half of the simulacrum, and transfer charms. Harry was a little out of breath afterwards, but with Draco's help created the magical windows with eyes out into the square.
Tea time with cherry cake helped them to recover whilst Dorothy measured up the designated storerooms. Next, going onwards to Chantry Cottage, to inspect their new elfin apartments.
~~~ GODRIC’S HOLLOW ~~~
“Those are for us? Are you quite sure?” Dorothy was over the moon about their personal areas. “Much better than we had at the estate; separate male and female bathrooms too.”
“I don’t mind sharing with the other boys,” said Murdoch. “We have much more space here. Marianne’s chuffed to bits; she took to Hyacinth almost immediately. May we go and look at your wood, please?”
Harry and Murdoch walked through the secret passage. When they emerged from the temple there was a batch of broonies waiting for them.
“Are you gaeing us this place for oor dell?” Pringle asked them.
"Who are you?"
"Me? I'm Pringle, Fugleman of oor troop ... Well are ye?"
“Why, do you like it?”
“It’s verra much like ain we had i’ Scotland; aye.”
“Does that mean we mages won’t be able to visit? Draco and I really appreciate the peaceful atmosphere here. We quite often sit in the sun on that herbal patch.”
“Au contraire, Mage; we verra much hope ye will visit us here; we like peace and quiet too. Your patch will be verra carefully tended. Dinna forget, we expec some special nourishment verra soon.”
“Are you able to visit the house as well? Ding and Dong used to come to our bedroom at the Leaky Cauldron.”
“Those two rogues, I ken them weel.” Pringle nodded knowingly: “Aye we can, Mage Harry. Tonight?”
“I think Mage Draco and I will be in the mood. I look forward to seeing you make this your dell.”
Harry and Murdoch continued their hour’s stroll looking at plants and discussing what would enhance their environment, as well as noticing the Broonies inspecting the plants. It was still warm, so the pair walked over to Woodyates, just catching the boys as they cleaned up before Hyacinth served them dinner. Introductions over, Harry shared the ideas that Draco and he had thought about. Murdoch popped away to find Knox and Kellie, soon returning with them and Marianne. One mage, three muggle workers and four elfin ones soon became embroiled in building thaumic-farming castles in the air over their meal. Harry noted their enthusiasm; musing, whilst returning to the cottage for his dinner, that he had to be mature and not let things get too much out of hand.
After dinner, the new elves said they were delighted with the prospects and would like to stay, the young ones wanted to join the other teen-elves in their chimney eyrie. So, sitting around the table, a general conference took place. Gregory was happy to enlarge his role as the resident mage’s representative. The muggle trio were happy to be the front men at the farm. The house-elves would form a corps of elves, working as a team. Dorothy as Chatelaine would be in charge but responsible to Kreacher who was to become Reeve and have general oversight. That allowed him to spend the time needed for his teaching duties. Phealey and Pullet were to become assistants to Harry and Draco. Winky would be in her beloved kitchen with Hyacinth as a partner. Knox, Kellie and the muggle trio would develop the farm. Murdoch would look after the woods and magical plants with Marianne helping. She would especially be responsible for the Temple Pool and Blake Tarn, turning them into some sort of hatchery from which to stock the river. She would also take up Harry’s fishing rights at Keplin Tarn Reservoir – the Grumblewell district’s water supply in the fells above. The five students would help out as and when their school work would allow.
That meant that Reeve-Kreacher became bookkeeper for the house-caucus and Chatelaine-Dorothy, as secretary, kept a record of what they had decided. Draco and Harry were agreeably surprised at Gregory’s leadership when things practical were discussed. Their offer had obviously turned on a tap of new, but common sense, ideas for the exploitation of the combined estates. Coleman was equally energised by Gregory’s ideas and they seemed to be forming a working partnership. Harry was relieved because, for a change, someone else was taking charge; and yet he felt slightly jealous too. It emerged that Phealey and Pullet had been busy, they reported on the items transferred to the Hogwarts penthouse, furthering our pair’s relief. Pringle became involved too, offering advice on the categories of plantings, having in mind the various types of soils encountered. The meeting also shared the list of special Duindhu items and agreed where to draw the line for storage purposes. At the end of the meeting, the older estate elves popped back to Scotland to begin preparing for their departure and the removal of precious objects.
~~~ CAVORTING ~~~
Draco and Harry joined the other mages at the poolside, Dean and Seamus were there having time off at half-term. There was time to have a swim before retiring, so Harry and Draco stripped off and jumped in. Dean giggled and did the same; Seamus followed suit. The three muggles were game, so were the young elves; that left Gregory by himself, poolside.
“Come on Greg, we won’t bite.” Seamus teased.
“Err … Oh … Um …” Gregory blushed and looked awkward.
“You don’t have to strip naked if you don’t want to.” Draco said encouragingly.
“Well … Err … I need some swimming shorts. I’ve kept well clear of the pool … You see …” Gregory was interrupted before he could explain.
“… Master Gregory, will these do?” A nude Phealey held up the said garment as Pullet jumped in the water followed by Bobby, Robbie and the others, also in the buff.
“Thanks Phealey.”
Under a towel Gregory put on the trunks. Harry and Draco managed to warn the others quietly not to make an issue of what happened.
Nevertheless, Seamus was in a randy mood and tried to play with every mage’s cock. That ttracted Pringle and the Broonies, who had been inspecting the garden.
“Ooh, I say, Nixies!” exclaimed Dean: “Like the ones we met … …”
“… … That’s supposed ter be secret, Love,” Seamus interrupted.
“If we said Leaky Cauldron …” hinted Draco.
“Oh, so you’ve been up there too, have you?”
“Yes … a couple of times. Meet Pringle, he’s the Broonies Fugleman. Coming from Scotland they prefer to be called Broonies; right?”
“That’s recht! Noo … Are all these donors, Mage Draco?”
“They have the propensities.”
“Verra guid!”
That bit of the conversation encouraged the two pairs to explain to the others about nixies and pixies and their special thirst for spunk.
“Can you use muggle donations as well?”
“Och aye, Mister. That’s how we managed to survive, ye ken. Some muggle couples used tae hide awa fra folks up there.”
The elves could see where this was leading and quietly left the pool.
Once the small ones had departed Draco and Harry encouraged the others to subdue the predatory Seamus, which they did. With that number of hands trying to tickle his tackle, he soon became very hard. They forced him into the shallow end where his engorged erection was exposed to everyone. Hands held him steady whilst a game of seven-strokes was played; the winner was to be the one who made him ejaculate. The prize was supposed to be his attentions for the night. With their various techniques he was kept on the edge for nearly twenty minutes because each person’s artifice was different. All the mages and muggles had pulled his plonker for at least one go, but seven manipulations were not quite enough to bring him to the boil.
Harry had him bucking when he used his thumb; Draco had a ‘forefinger modus operandi’ which brought forth a series of gasps. The trio were very light fingered and had Seamus screaming with lust, but it was Dean who knew exactly how to bring his partner to a swearing climax. Pringle’s flock carefully caught the spurts as they emerged; enjoying the first course of their special kind of feast.
By that time everyone was feeling hot so a game of tackle-tag started. Sexual mayhem took over in the pool. An intrigued Pullet and Phealey were watching the proceedings from a safe distance. They enjoyed the procession of purple pricks, as their owners tried to avoid being caught. More than one of the young adults paid a creamy forfeit to someone who was not his normal partner and there was no need to cast a Scourgify either. The Broonies were very adept at skimming blobs off the water-surface. Somewhere in the prurient plashing playing, Gregory’s shorts went missing, but he was too worked up to notice.
Harry was had by Wash and then went on to play with Coleman; all of them succumbing to their libidos. Draco managed to have Gregory, who screamed as he shot his load. The background noise was manic so his voice was drowned in the laughter, grunts and howls of joy.
“Thanks for that Draco. I’ve been so uptight about sex since your papa and mine used their wands on me. I don’t think I would have dared ask anyone, but the general madness turned me on so much that I forgot my hang-ups. I don’t think I’m really gay, but I was getting desperate, when I tried to do it myself I froze and went soft, if you know what I mean.”
“We occasionally have a mad time like this and we do usually swim au nature, next time, try to overcome your fears, it’ll probably help. Mostly, nothing sexual happens; we’re more decorous when the girls are around; although Hermione and her lot quite often swim au nu. You can tell us what happened one day; that might help too. Harry got the three muggles to overcome their inhibitions after they’d been hexed sexually, so he would understand, if you wanted to tell him.”
“I’m not sure I could tell yet, least not without breaking down. This Goyle hasn’t cried since he was eight.” Gregory said the last with a sense of pride.
“Greg! I’ve cried on Harry’s shoulder quite recently. Vincent did all kinds of things to my balls at school and then there was Voldie later on. Somehow, being able to tell and cry about it loosed the tightness I had inside me. I know; when we went around at school, we played tough nuts; bullying those younger than us and deliberately provoking the Gryffindorks. Now I’ve got to know Harry deeply, he’s allowed the caring side of me to break out. Oh, I can still be snide and sneaky, but somehow I’ve found out that even that can be put to good use too. Never mind about the manly swagger, let your loving side have an outing as well. Find someone who you feel safe with and let it all hang out.”
“I’ve just done that!” Gregory smirked dirtily and then looked thoughtful: “I’m still defensive, aren’t I? I never imagined you’d cry, or get caught either. I’ll not tell, not just yet, but I will look for a dry shoulder in a bit, it might well be yours. If you know what I mean.”
The hullabaloo had died down; satiated partners re-joined and wandered off bed-wards. Harry was hanging around, just out of earshot with two fluffy towels ready.
“Thanks for lending me Draco, Harry. I think he’s started me on the healing path. You must tell me how you helped the three muggles, but not now; I’m feeling tired and shaky.”
Gregory gave the two a side-hug and went upstairs. No sooner had Gregory left when the posse of Scottish house-elves arrived; so, Harry and Draco hastily wrapped towels around their middles.
~~~ STORAGE ~~~
“Masters,” Dorothy told them, “We have stored everything in number two cellar at the town house. Is it all right if we give that house a thorough spring clean?”
“Yes please Dorothy. After he had recovered Kreacher did his best, but the years of neglect were probably too much for one house-elf,” Harry said: “And the other pair have been slowly reclaiming the remaining rooms.”
“You had better be careful of the portrait in the hall she can be very strident sometimes,” a grinning Draco warned.
Dorothy returned the smile. “Duindhu and ‘black man’ have the same meaning, so she’ll probably be quiescent once she realises the connection; besides, a spring clean might cheer the place up and her also. Master Harry, did you realise that you have Duindhu blood as well? I found an old family tree and the connection is five generations back, so that might shut her up for good. Winky’s going to add a wing onto the tapestry for the Duindhu mages. I’ll drop some hints when I’m cleaning her frame, shall I?”
“Yes please Dorothy. Could you do without Knox and Kellie, because now we own Woodyates and it would be good if they could start there?”
“Of course Master Harry; it shall be as you wish. Will tomorrow morning be convenient? That will give us time to settle in. Elder Kreacher has asked the boys to attend a class this afternoon. It will give us adults time to sort things without them being in the way.”
“Very well organised, Dorothy; thank you.”
The elves popped away and Draco and Harry followed them silently until they reached their room.
“What was that all about with Greg?” Harry asked as they climbed into bed.
“He’s been totally celibate, caused by the fear of what my nauseous father and his own equally nasty Pater did to him. Our little orgy got him so worked up that I was able to make him cum; then he unwound slightly. So I told him you’d helped the trio in similar circumstances. I offered our dry shoulders, told him I’d cried on yours and that it had helped.”
“Thanks for the compliment, Lover. It’d be nice if you were the healer this time, but I’ll be ready if he wants to tell all.”
“Good old dependable Harry. What would the wizarding world do without you?” To take the sting out of his tartness, Draco immediately hugged Harry and gave him a companionable kiss.
“Trust a Slytherin to make me feel mushy and then whip the rug from under my feet.” Harry returned the kiss. “Hey Lover let’s snuggle, I don’t think I’ve got a drop of jism left.”
They did so, and quickly fell asleep.
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