Toppers Wallow

Tuesday morning had the Blakes in their classrooms. As both of them were now being accepted as true professors many of the awkwardnesses of the first few weeks had been overcome. During coffee break Harry was asked to go and see Minerva.



Kingsley was in the headmistress’s office when he arrived.



“Harry, Kingsley wishes to ask a favour of you; if you agree Hogwarts will give you the necessary time off,” Minerva said.



“I need you to come and train a small group of Aurors in some of the new techniques. There are a number of new ones who would need extra training as well. Alastor was our previous training officer and, as some of the new entrants were your colleagues in the DA, they suggested that you were a good trainer. What do you say?” asked Kingsley.



“I’m not sure I’m up to it.” Harry looked diffident.



“I’ll let you into a secret,” continued Kingsley. “The Wizengamot Cabinet had an argument about you before Minerva offered you the job. We wanted you to become a full-time Auror. However Hogwarts won the majority vote. Since then some rethinking has been done. Security is very understaffed at the moment, what with the deaths at the last battle, and a number of practitioners being laid low as the result of some recent and particularly evil hexes. What we had in mind is to offer you a fulltime post in the Aurors’ Department once your three years are up here. However Minerva has put up a stern fight.”



Harry looked at the two adults, both of whom seemed to be sharing a private joke.



“You see Harry,” Minerva added. “I was hoping for a longer period of professorship from you, but, as Kingsley rightly points out, you also need time away from academia in order to broaden your views. We have an idea to offer you. Starting after Christmas and as you are, but with a couple of periods each fortnight with the Aurors, slowly building up to a full time Aurors job in about six years time, when you would then become the consultant professor doing a couple of periods here.”



“We are particularly enamoured with the work you are doing with the Imperio curse. No one had thought about using it in a defensive role before.” Kingsley smiled and rubbed his hands in anticipation. “The four young men who are helping you have applied to become Aurors as have Susan, Angelina, Hannah and Katie. The NEWT’s they are sitting next month will, if passed, give them the correct qualifications, so your teaching would continue with them in the New Year, but on Auror premises. That group would be a regular commitment. Plus another group of eight, on a catch-as-catch-can basis in between their assignments. That commitment would grow as, once we have more operatives in the field, we can release more to be re-trained.”



“Would I be expected to go on active duty?” Harry asked.



“Not immediately, no; however in an emergency, such as the Battle of Hogwarts, yes. By the time you were in the last couple of years of this arrangement, there would be some active duty included.”



“So I’d be inched in gradually? Mmm, it does sound interesting. May I think about it, please? I’ll let you know after the weekend.” Harry had a preoccupied expression.



“Erm … Well … We had hoped you would come to a meeting tomorrow,” Kingsley replied. “Except for the new entrants, most of the operatives will be there. It would give you a flavour of the possibilities and drawbacks. It would last from coffee break until teatime.”



“That’s when I have the first-years. I know Ron and Hermione are not available then, as they have to attend other classes; that makes things difficult.”



“Harry,” asked Minerva, “you remember our earlier conversations about Pullet and Phealey. Why not let them have a try? We are going to need elfin professors, maybe they will blossom. You have a preparation session later today so you can coach them. I’ll have an extendable ear in the classroom, just in case, but I’ll not interfere unless absolute mayhem occurs.”



“You have me sewn up, don’t you?” Harry smiled quizzically. “So I may as well acquiesce gracefully. Yes! It’s a good way of getting our assistants into the teaching game. Still, I owe it to Draco to discuss this whole scenario with him. Is your little voice working this time, Minerva?”



“Yes Harry, you know how it goes, don’t you? Oh yes … I have something more to give you.” Minerva looked round her office, going to a corner and returning with a phoenix perch. “I think you will have need of this very soon, it belonged to dear Albus. Here is his book about caring for your new companion.”



Harry looked aghast at the headmistress; then he heard a fluttering and Fawkes flew in to settle on Harry’s shoulder. ‘Be well my Son, like Albus before you, I am your mentor and servitor combined. Your fate is settled, accept it and follow where the spirit leads you; in that way enjoyment and completion stand.’



“Um … Thank you … I think I’d better get back to my class. I’ll see you tomorrow Kingsley, at the Ministry.”



Harry made a quick detour to leave the perch and book in the apartment. Fawkes flew with him, disdaining the perch he went with Harry. Who, having missed a quiet preparation period, picked up his papers from the study, meeting the sixth-year ‘B’ students for their single period in the practice hall. His students were intrigued by Fawkes but, after the first frisson, lost interest as Harry launched into the practical side of Incendio and Aquamenti. Fawkes perched high up, nicely out of the way of stray water squirts.



Draco and Harry were excused lunch at the high table; instead they sat to eat it under the chandelier in the dining area of their flat. Both of them looked eager to discuss something of importance. Introductions to Fawkes came first and, after a little game of ‘no-you-first’, Harry told Draco what had been proposed.



“That’s funny, my last period was free and the two of them wanted to talk to me,” said Draco, when Harry had finished. “They want me to set up a department of forensic magic with special emphasis on antidote research. They offered me the same sort of gradual deal, as well. I’m to meet Minister Cresswell tomorrow after tea. I’m invited to dinner, afterwards. I cajoled Hermione into looking after my later classes.”



“So we will be ships passing in the night. You’ll miss the duelling club,” observed Harry.



“You and Ron can look after that. Theo appears to be still parcelled up so he won’t be bothering you and the Smiling Ones practically mount guard over you, anyway.” Draco looked self satisfied.



“I shall go via Don Galley, and have a quick chat with the Weasleys about another model, this time the Ministry can pay, so they’ll get their profit.” Harry rubbed his hands together.



“So you’ve decided yes then?” queried Draco.



“Um … I think so. My little voice is jumping up and down in glee so I’d better not disappoint it.”



“Yeah! I know what you mean; mine’s doing much the same. Let’s be Slytherin sly for a bit, though, and keep the authorities waiting. They might up the offer, but anyway, they’ll think we’ve thought it over and respect us for our caution. Monday should be long enough.”



‘My Sons, you are a credit. Albus would have jumped in immediately and then thought things through. I had to rectify his mistakes many times. However this is the way you are both meant to follow.’ Fawkes shimmered on his perch.



Harry and Draco looked at each other and smiled knowingly.



As planned, Harry and his two elfin assistants mapped out their teaching in the spare period; followed by Harry taking the eighth-years for their double period. Next he was the student at Draco’s potions lesson and then they both attended the usual staff meeting. Afterwards, feeling somewhat amorous they sat in front of the apartment’s fire and began person on person exploring.



In common with many of the eighth-years, Dean and Seamus had stayed on after Harry’s lesson to complete their gruelling homework in pleasant surroundings and afterwards to socialise in the DS common room. Somewhere around midnight the practical pair decided to go back to their cottage and so crept into the Blake’s flat to access the portrait/portal. Not wishing to wake-up the Blakes, Dean and Seamus were very cautious on entering the room. So much so, that they caught Harry and Draco in flagrante, besmirched by a certain creamy fluid. Dean was unable to hide his giggles and so alerted the enamoured ones to the presence of a voyeuristic duo.



Now revealed, Seamus reacted in his own specialised way, by whipping Dean’s low cut jeans to the floor; allowing an ever increasing well tanned member to come into full view.



“You Irish bastard; I’ll get you for that!” Dean launched himself at Seamus; chasing him to achieve almost identical results, except that their libidos came into play, giving the Blakes a ringside seat at a very erotic floor-show.



“Did you know we had a Jacuzzi?” Draco asked the duo, whilst recovery was taking place. “It accommodates four so we could all go and wash off the goo.”



“Lead on Master Malfoy,” said Dean, with an extravagant flourish. “Your offer is more than welcome.”



Everyone was still aroused, so a convoy of waggling woodies wound its way towards the washroom. Seamus was still in an aggressive mood. Instead of sitting in his allotted alcove opposite Dean, he took the centre of the pool. He grabbed at Draco’s and Harry’s implements and used one of his feet to invade Dean’s privacy. Naturally, the others retaliated; prizing his digits of their dongs and gripping his offending limbs, imprisoning him. They forced him back into his alcove seat and turned his personal jets into pulsating ones. By parting his legs the jets could be aimed at his pubic area alternately waggling his woody from one side to another. Draco made the jets hotter, not enough to scald, but just on the threshold of erotic pain.



“You bastards!” Seamus cried as he struggled.



“You were the one who started it,” Dean replied. “Now you’ll suffer the consequences.”



Seamus’s nuts and nozzle grew redder by the minute and its finial became shiny and purple. After some minutes his sex-drive took over and from his knob-end a stream of milky fluid shot forth. He shuddered, whilst the three onlookers ogled his continuing underwater ejaculation. Seamus had little strength left to fight his captors; so they held him in position, revelling in his show of sexiness. Instead of slackening, the water pulses kept him rock-hard. He squirmed in erotic excitement as his penile nerve endings were caressed by the water. Draco and Harry could feel his muscles spasming in delectation, feeding their own feelings of lubriciousness.



As Seamus started a second round of emission, so the three onlookers involuntarily joined in, being unable to control their saturnalian sensuousness. Being released, Seamus clung on to Dean with his last reserves of consciousness.



“Err … Guys … He’s almost out for the count. I need a bed to put him on.” Dean looked slightly worried. “I doubt I could get him dressed and back to our cottage.”



“No problem,” said Harry, “our bed is big enough for four. We’ll dry him and ourselves and crash out there.”



Draco looked daggers at Harry, and then had an appreciative peek at Dean’s newly iced chocolate log; hastily revising the retort he was going to make.



“Okay, why not, Dean can nestle between us two so that Harry rests between Dean and Seamus.”



So it was. Harry and Dean were the filling of the sandwich, with Seamus in his comatose state and Draco with exploring hands making up the bread. Dean soon was in a highly excited state; having both Harry and Draco paying attention to his sexual needs. Draco rode in Dean’s valley, playing with his and Harry’s trees; whilst Harry caressed the flower-like nipples and kissed the chocolate lips. After their simultaneous explosion, Draco had just enough energy to make a cleaning charm before collapsing into a cuddling quartet and joining in satisfied somnolence.



§§§§§



Seamus was the one who recovered first in the morning, riding Harry and giving him a fondling creamy alarm call. Their gyrations drew Dean out of his coma and he proceeded to give Draco an equivalent wake-up present. Noting the nearness of breakfast time, they opted for a four-man shower; not daring to risk a repeat of the jacuzzi experience in case it made them late.



Dean ushered a semi reluctant Seamus through the portrait/portal; popping his head back round. “Thanks guys, that was great. We must spend longer next time, so we can really revel, and not have to be on duty.”



Draco and Harry gave him a quick peck on the cheek, a caressed package and a patted arse by way of showing their agreement.



After breakfast, Harry had a good time with the seventh-years, this group included the Smiling Ones, even Pansy Parkinson showed herself amenable. ‘Probably because Theo’s not here,’ thought Harry.



Following the lesson he Apparated to Don Galley; just in time to share coffee with the two Weasleys and explain about a possible other model to be made.



There were about a score of Aurors in the meeting room when Kingsley introduced Harry. He was surprised to see Fawkes sitting on the edge of the rostrum. The phoenix flew to rest on his shoulder, whilst Harry listened to the various reports from the Aurors. Harry got the feel of what he was letting himself in for. The vast majority of those present Harry had met at some time or another. However quite a few were grizzled veterans old enough to be his great-grandfather. He wondered how he would have the authority to teach them; then the hoariest one of all spoke up.



“Sir, I had heard you were a chip off the Dumbledore block, and I admired your wily arts in removing Voldie from our midst, but now I see with my own eyes the fact that you have been given the authority that was formerly Albus’s.” The old wizard looked at Fawkes meaningfully. “All of us are looking forward to your tuition, especially the combination charms and the mirror defences. My great nephew, whom you teach, was showing me hex-tennis, I lost every time. That made me think deeply and realise my need of sharper reflexes. I and my older colleagues look forward to your lessons.”



“Thanks for that, I was just wondering what I was letting myself in for. I’m used to teaching people of about my own age and that’s quite a challenge. I just hope that I can rise to this new challenge.” Harry was feeling slightly shaken, having been referred to as ‘Sir’ in such a deferential way by someone at least five times his age. “I’m still getting used to being called professor. I think, if I am to be training you, and as we are likely to become colleagues, I would prefer to be called Harry and shelve the honorific until ceremonial occasions,” he continued. “I seem to have gathered and am still gathering all kinds of official titles and many unofficial ones too, some quite embarrassing.”



His listeners giggled and some made suitable ribald suggestions.



“These names are not the real me, just labels,” Harry continued. “When I teach, I interact with my learners, so sticking a label on me and filing me away is not on. I shall make mistakes, and will need your forgiveness and the space to put things right again. He-who-lived-twice and such-like puts me on a pedestal and isolates me. So forget that tomfoolery, let’s become friends striving together for a better world.”



‘Well said, my Son.’ Fawkes shimmered slightly.



A couple of Aurors whom Harry had fought alongside made some more off-colour remarks and Harry countered them in a like manner. The meeting loosened up and questions flew backwards and forwards, helping Harry learn more about the organisation that, he now knew, would become part of his life just as Hogwarts was. There were specific questions about his use of certain defences when fighting Voldemort, to most of which Harry gave an adequate reply. Soon there was a mass of related individuals, addressing each other informally; managing to include Harry within the peculiar jocular family relationships that apply to policemen and women all over the Muggle world.



After lunch, by popular demand Harry introduced them to Hex-tennis; showing them how to focus the shield accurately; resulting in bits chipped out of the walls of the practice room. Harry felt that some of them, in this respect, were little better skilled than the second-years, but noticed a grim determination to improve. No doubt a remembrance of their own near-death experiences gave extra oomph to the need to learn and practice. Harry did notice and comment on their improving techniques, despite the obvious singes showing on some of his matured students.



“So Harry; have you decided to join us?” asked Kingsley as they left the practice room in the depths of the ministry.



“Probably! However I still need to think over the ramifications. Draco and I will give you your answers soon, but not immediately, okay?”



Walking up Diagon Alley, Harry found himself beginning to plan lessons, in response to some of the queries he had already been asked, and smiled.



‘It is your destiny, My Son!’ came from Fawkes sitting parrot-like on his shoulder.



‘Maybe it is, Mr Phoenix, but I still need time to get used to the idea.’ Harry sent back.



‘What idea is that, Lover?’



Harry looked up and saw Draco walking towards him. ‘Fawkes says it’s my destiny.’



‘It is yours too, My Other Son. Do not be afraid to grasp the opportunity, great good will come out of it, both for the world, and for both of you personally.’



“Good luck with the Minister,” said Harry, giving Draco a friendly pat on the back.



‘No big wet kiss, then?’



‘That’s for later. Just now it would distract you.’



‘Mmm … Yes … I know … You distract me every time I see you.’



‘I would love to linger but we both have places to go and things to do. See you later, Lover. All of you.’



Harry did not catch Draco\'s reply as both had moved out of range. Apparating back, Harry just managed to have tea at Hogwarts before starting the next lessons.



The duelling club went well, quashing any worries that Harry had about how his lover was doing. The highlight was Pansy Parkinson against Millicent Bulstrode. It was exciting as both of them had learnt how to use the mirror defence accurately. Sparks and coloured hexes flew around, sometimes colliding on the rebound, causing the onlookers to shy away from the sides of the platform. When they finished; Millicent winning by half a point, Harry went down to congratulate them. Their first reaction was shock, but suddenly pleased smiles lit both their faces.



“THANK YOU PROFESSOR.” Both girls gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to colour-up.



‘I saw that, Lover. Don’t tell me you’re changing your mind?’ Draco was smirking, having just arrived back from his interview.



‘If I did it wouldn’t be with those two. Let’s get back to our rooms so I can forget their closeness and revel in yours.’



Draco’s internal experience had been very much as Harry’s. Externally he had been presented with a number of newly confiscated dark potions, which needed identifying and antidotes concocting, if there were none that worked. Harry could sense his lover’s excitement at the project; Fawkes added his approbation, as well.



The hot shower was their vehicle for hot sex that night. Their post-coital bed time cuddle had them sharing their excitement at the challenges ahead.