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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}]
(Mutual anal intercorse and miming)
~~~ PORTALS ~~~
Waking up they shared a shower and went to have breakfast. Draco and Harry found many of their friends all making plans for celebrating Halloween. After a few requests about decorating etcetera the pair looked at each other, came to an agreement and flooed away to their studies at Hogwarts; leaving Gregory in charge at the cottage. Dean and Seamus came with them and with Hermione, Blaise and Justin took over the Green Ladies Room. The first order of business was for our pair to bring their friends up to date. After coffee it was heads down and study-hard for the rest of the day. Neville and a couple of serious Dumbledorians joined in too.
After tea, for a break Neville took them to the greenhouses. Pomona was there and very willing to answer questions about aspects of Herbology that were worrying them. Part of the afternoon on Saturday was spent in Hagrid’s hut on much the same mission. Came the evening they joined their friends at the cottage, letting their hair down to the latest magi-pop music, behind an accoustic ward so as not to disturb their muggle neighbours. At Hogwarts the other professors presided over an equivalent feast and entertainment for the younger students.
~~~ BEDROOM FROLICS ~~~
It took a long time for the hilarity to dampen, but it slowly subsided as various couples drifted off on private trysts; Draco and Harry among them. They were shivering slightly when they entered their room, but definitely turned-on. By common consent they went towards the shower and, as Harry bent over to adjust the controls, Draco sneaked up behind him and started riding his crack.
“Stop, Lover, Please.” Harry turned off the water.
“Why don’t you want me anymore?” Draco scowled
“Far from it, I want you to fuck me,” explained Harry. “We did it to satisfy the geas, but I held back because I knew you wanted to take things slowly. My bum’s been itching for quite a few weeks now, so come on fuck me please?”
“Oh! … I see! … Where’s the oil … It’s only been imposed on me since then … By Circe that hurt … It hurt a lot ... Hmm … Yes … I think I feel ready too.”
“We’ll not do it if you really feel turned off by it.”
“No … There has to be a first time when it’s an expression of love, not of evil lust, or to fulfil the legalities of the geas … Thanks for being so considerate. Having to be an object of Voldie’s lust and those of my captors when I was incarcerated probably turned me off. With you I know it will be an expression of our love … That’ll make a big difference. I shall treat the experience as something that expresses our new bond.”
“I’m fairly new at it too, but I'm told that it feels great from both sides of the fence. Let’s get on the bed, it’s more comfortable there.”
A very quick shower followed, the hot water cured their shivering.
Draco had found the oil; so while he oiled Harry’s aperture, Harry manually lubricated Draco’s engorgement. Under instruction Draco took things slowly. Within a number of minutes, he was fully emplaced, with Harry’s calves on his shoulders and an immense look of pleasure in his eyes.
“Ooh Harry! … I can feel you all around me. It’s like rows of lips tickling and rubbing.” Draco had started to pump slowly.
“Oh!” Harry gasped. “Ooh!”
Draco stopped. “Am I hurting you?”
“No Lover; you just caught my love bump and it’s so thrilling. Do it again please?”
“Your love-bump?”
“Yes … It’s a bundle of nerves, or something like that and it sends thrills all over my body.”
“That never happened when Voldie and the deathies had me. Do I do it like this?”
“Oh yes-s-s-s-s-s-s!” Harry started to flex his buttock muscles in time with Draco’s gyrations.
“This is much better than hands or lips; I can feel you all around me, every bit of my prick tingles.”
“I feel completely full of you; I belong to you. Did you know our Aura’s started to glow again? Oh! … Ooh! … Ah-h-h-h … Uh-uh-uh-uh. It’s bright red!”
“Harry, you’ve cum. Oh n-n-n-n-n-no-o-o-o-o … So have I, but I’m still tingling.”
“Stay inside it isn’t finished yet. Just move around gently.”
Draco did as he was told; the sexual sensations caused his muscles to spasm and the glorious glow to start spreading through his body. It was fully quarter of an hour before he was able to withdraw and, after a quick Cuir-Tharis to send the spunk to the broonies, he just lay in Harry’s arms smiling beatifically.
Sometime later they woke up.
“Why didn’t you suggest that before Harry, it was stupendous? I get all hot just thinking about it, look.”
Harry could just about admire Draco’s arousal through the red aura surrounding them.
“You’re obviously in the mood too, Harry. I want to thrill you just as you thrilled me, there’s still enough oil left.” So saying Draco poured some into his hand and caressed Harry’s throbbing robin.
Harry oiled his fingers and went in search of Draco’s prostate. When he found it Draco jerked and his eyes lit up. Harry looked questioningly at him, but Draco nodded indicating that he enjoyed the new sensation. Two fingers were next, gently widening the aperture whilst the other hand stroked his inner thighs; helping Draco to relax. At last Harry rested his glowing glans in Draco’s rose; applying a gentle pressure whilst Draco got used to the intrusion. Imperceptibly the orifice widened until, with a pop, Harry was inside. Again he waited angling his prick so that the next touch would be on Draco’s sensitive spot. A short thrust had Draco gasping in pleasure as Harry used his tool for massaging. Draco’s twitching arse muscles ate their way down Harry’s eager prong until he was fully embedded. After a pause the action began, slowly at first but speeding up until another simultaneous outburst occurred. As with Draco, Harry was a long time in withdrawing, making their combined pleasure last as long as possible. This time it was Harry that smiled drowsily in Draco’s arms. Draco averred that he had never felt such wonderful sensations before.
~~~ AURAS ~~~
In the middle of the night, when they awoke and sent Cuir-Tharis, the room seemed to be filled with a deep purple haze. Sleepily they wondered what it was until Draco twigged it was their changed aura.
“It’s royal purple, Harry. We’re wizard monarchs.”
In the dark, Harry failed to see the mocking smile on Draco’s face. “There you go, off on your pure-blood thing again.”
“Oh Lover; I was only making fun of us. Please don’t go huffy on me; I couldn’t bear it.” Draco had tears in his eyes.
Harry realised his mistake and kissed Draco soundly by way of apology. They stayed hugging until sleep overtook them again.
Although drained, the two of them were rested, if slightly late in arising. Harry was very attentive towards Draco and received the same amount of regard in return. Surrounded by their slowly diminishing halo of purple they showered and helped each other to dress. Draco spent longer on tidying Harry’s hair than normal, putting Harry into a contemplative dream.
With Draco leading they wandered downstairs.
Everyone looked up as the pair sauntered in to partake of breakfast; the company stared hard at them without speaking.
With a knowing grin on his face Ernie broke the silence. “I think you two had a long session after we all went to bed. I take it that you are a complete pair now. Was it enjoyable?”
Harry blushed and stammered.
Draco was red in the face too but managed a quiet, “Yes thanks, Ernie,” before turning and hiding his embarrassment by examining the contents of the tureens on the sideboard. Each helped the other choose their food, and took their time about it. There were all kinds of rude comments and suppositions flying around, which the pair tried to ignore.
“We’ve got to face them,” Harry whispered, still blushing.
“Yes, I know. Okay … One … Two … Three.”
As they turned, they caught Seamus doing a very obvious mime with a lascivious grin on his face. Draco was caught unawares and dropped his plate. Harry was a little more used to Seamus’s bawdiness and only quivered in mortification; then he quickly bent to help his lover clean up the mess.
“That does it,” muttered Draco decisively, straightening up.
“Seamus, come here!” Draco shouted imperiously.
Seamus’s mouth fell open, but he did as he was told. Once he was within arm’s reach Draco grabbed him, folding round behind him and causing Seamus to bend down. Draco’s mime was even more blatant than Seamus’s had been.
“Is that what you wished to convey, Seamus?” Draco shouted out, his hands now firmly round Seamus’s lunch pack and squeezing lightly. “Perhaps you’d like me to unzip you as well,” the Slyth whispered in the squirming Gryff’s ear: “You seem to be getting quite hard.”
Draco let Seamus go and looked triumphantly round at the attentive faces; “Are you all so perverted or sex-starved, that you want a blow by blow account?”
Ronald stood up: “Draco, please don’t embarrass yourself any more. It’s just that Harry has such a puritan image. That, and the fact that, your joint aura is so very obvious at the moment. Please accept our apologies for being so boorish and insensitive.” Ronald glared round the room, daring anyone to disagree with him.
Everyone looked away, resuming eating and their at-table conversations.
“Thanks Ron,” Harry said quietly, sitting down at their table.
“Anything for a mate, you know that. Can’t you get rid of the glow? It is very obvious.”
“It wore off after a few days last time, so I hope it’ll be gone by Monday.” Draco said sotto voce. “Thanks from me as well. I just got a bit irate at having my private life as the centre of attention. Now I know why you feel uptight sometimes, Harry.” Draco winked at Ronald, joining Hermione at their table, where Harry was already spooning hot porridge into his cooling visage.
Very quietly, Hermione said, “I had a talk with Sybil, she says that your aura only shows after you’ve had an intense bonding experience. Did it go from pink to red and then to purple?”
“Yes Hermione.” Harry kept his voice low. “Why do you ask?”
“That’s what Sybil said it would do. She also said that purple was the ultimate hue. To prove the bonding was complete. Never mind wandless magic, you should both be able to make silent spells now without any kind of flourish. Your communication skills should be enhanced; probably long distance.” Hermione was looking slightly furtive. “I didn’t like to tell you in case it embarrassed you or inhibited your relationship.”
“Or spoiled the experiment.” Draco put in dryly, smiling knowingly at Ms Bushy-hair.
“Yes!” Hermione blushed, “There was that too.”
“Um … Godsons … Um … their auras followed the same colour sequence.”
“So they did,” agreed Hamish, coming to sit with them: “Good thing it only us magicals who can see them, you’d have all the congregation mesmerised otherwise.”
Just then the bells started ringing, so people finished off their plates and went towards St. Godric’s for the All Saints Service.
Revising on the lawn was de-rigueur after the parish lunch. The older Dumbledorians respected their student counterparts and went with the Yates, as the three choir-muggles had been nicknamed, to see progress on the farm and help gather in the last of the nuts, fruits and wild berries from the moors before the autumn frosts destroyed them.
~~~ MONDAY ~~~
The student group took a cabinet to Hogwarts so as not to be tempted to dally in the glorious autumn sunshine. They took over the Green Ladies Room as before and re-started their studies. Draco and Harry were on the same subject to begin with and were sharing thoughts non-verbally, so as not to disturb the others.
At lunch, Draco realised that he needed some information and decided to go to the Duindhu library to ask Uncle Travis. It was information that he needed for his next session.
“Harry; will you be all right here, or do you want to come with me?”
“I’m in the middle of something; you go and sort out what you want. If I came I might be tempted to stay and do other things. Before you come back let’s try a long distance communication session and see if it works as Herms said it might.”
“Okay, will four o’clock whilst sipping tea be alright? What will we think about though?”
“Yes Fine … I’ll ask a few questions from your papers about the cabinets. Firstly, some I think I know the answers to, and then some more difficult ones.”
“Right! You’re on! Listen to the Draco programme at four o’clock, teatime; don’t get distracted by your elaborate treatise.”
Harry playfully punched Draco as he rose to double-cabinet to Number Twelve. The others noticed and chuckled.
~~~ PORTAL ~~~
After finishing that particular piece of work, Harry took a quick breath of air. Returning he sought the safety of a comfortable leather chair settling into the necessary trance. He was a little early and sat sipping his drink looking at the south wall, trying to visualise Draco sitting in the Duindhu Library living area looking northwards. His gaze rested on the blank portrait of Travis Duindhu, who was out visiting another portrait somewhere.
Harry suddenly realised he was looking at an equivalent portrait on the north wall of the dining area at his London home and that someone was with him.
D: *Stop daydreaming about our kindly uncle, Harry*, sounded internally, making the recipient jump.
H: *Just waiting for a tardy partner to break through*, he replied.
D: *So why one of the joint ancestors’ then*?
H: *I just realised how alike the two portraits were. Have you noticed that he uses the door behind him when he goes visiting another portrait*?
D: *He’s here, in his beloved library helping George and I. Many of the portraits have doors or curtains which their occupants use. Hadn’t you noticed*?
H: *Not really! Better than sliding behind the frame, I suppose. I thought you were looking something up*?
D: *I was, but George has a project he wants help with. Could you bring the cabinet making papers and join us please*?
H: *Fine … I’ll be there in five minutes*.
Harry told the others where he going as he passed through with the bundle of papers and double-cabinetted to Number Twelve.
Entering the charmed library Harry asked: “What’s this project George wants help with?”
“Hi Harry, Lee and I have made a pair of cabinets, but we can’t get them to work properly. It’s our co-ordination that’s out. Now you pair should be able to co-ordinate easily, living in each other’s brains, as you do.”
“We also need a protected environment with minimal thaumic interference,” added Lee, appearing from behind one of the bookshelves: “Or so it says here,” he held up a book.
“Um … The DADA Practice room is specially shielded for that kind of thing.” Harry handed the sheaf of parchments to Draco: “We could miniaturise them and set them up there, if you like.”
“Right!” Said George: “Harry and I’ll do that.”
“Very well," agreed Draco: "I just need to check on a couple of things with Uncle Travis first.”
After the consultation Lee and Draco poured over the papers whilst the transportation was happening and then Joined Harry and George in the Practice Room. They were accompanied by an interested set of Dumbledorians. Draco carefully investigated the cabinets, explaining what he was doing and then marked them with the required runes.
“That’s one reason why they would not work, George. The runes have to be an exact match. Now Harry, are you ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Harry went inside one of the pair whilst Draco entered the other. For some reason or other they both were thinking of Uncle Travis and had to clear their thoughts before the pronouncement.
*FACEMUS PORTAM INTER CONIUNCTIO!*
The whole of Hogwarts shook, almost as though another satrap attack was taking place. However, the alarm did not sound.
George opened one cabinet, stepped inside and they heard him utter the transit charm. The same door opened and he exited.
"It doesn't appear to have worked Guys," remarked Lee.
Draco and Harry pored over the parchments and practiced the passes and charms whilst Lee and George tried different techniques to transit the two cabinets.
"It does say that we should touch the cabinet runes with our wands. Maybe that's it. We used our fingers," suggested Harry.
"Hmm ... It shouldn't have made any difference ... Maybe we had to be the first two to transit the connection," replied Draco. "Or perhaps we should have added 'Armaria' to make it specific."
"Fine! Let's do it all three ways just to make sure, said Harry, drawing his wand."
Draco nodded and did the same.
*FACEMUS PORTAM INTER CONIUNCTIAM ARMARIA!*
The two cabinets wobbled and the two mages opened the doors, went inside and muttered the transit charm. They reappearing out of the door of the cabinet through which the other had entered.
*I … Think … We’ve … Made … Them … This … Time*, and Harry passed out in Lee's arms.
Draco staggered out into George's arms, muttered: "Yes!" and collapsed.
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Harry came-to with a posse of worried professors looking at him, led by a very concerned looking Minerva.
“Harry, are you all right. What happened?”
“I … Think … We’ve … Charmed ... A ... Set ... Of ... Cabinets.”
“I think you've done more than that, Young Man."
“Really?" and the brunet lapsed into unconsciousness.
~~~ RECUPERATION ~~~
Harry next came-too in a very familiar place; a side ward in Poppy’s domain. His lover was groaning in the bed next door. Lavender was sitting between them reading a book.
“Um … Lavender … Is Draco all right?”
“As well as could be expected. They rescued him quickly enough from one of the new type of cabinets you two made.”
“New type of cabinet?” Harry passed out again before he heard the answer.
Next time Harry woke up it was to Draco’s thoughts:
D: *‘If you’re awake, don’t open your eyes, McG’s hovering. I’m pretending to be out for the count*.
H: *Okay! What did we do*?
D: *As near as I can make out; we overdid the cabinet-making. We probably should have only attempted joining one pair*.
H: *I thought we'd only joined one set together*.
D: *Hmm ... So did I ... But they're talking in multiples*.
Harry thought about it for a minute; then opened his eyes.
“Aha! Harry!” Minerva pounced. “Are you well enough to answer some questions? Oh! I see Draco’s woken too.”
H: *Better get it over with, Lover*, though Harry, answering verbally: “Possibly if they’re not too taxing, Minerva.”
Slowly the tale emerged of the pair looking at Draco’s parchments, and what happened subsequently.
“You know it is very unwise for two of my youngest professors to be experimenting in such a dangerous way, don’t you?”
D: *She sounds as though she’s about to deduct house points*. Harry tried very hard not to giggle.
“However,” Minerva continued, “It seems that you have made a new discovery that will make wizarding history. Very well done indeed! Please let us know when you are going to experiment again, Argus is still repairing the suits of armour that disintegrated in your mini earthquake.” A quirky smile adorned Minerva’s face. “You frightened Peeves very much. He’s hiding in the house cup and won’t come out, which is definitely an improvement.”
Poppy shooed the visitors out and gave the two seneschals some old-socks-tasting pick-me-up before they dropped off to sleep again.
Next time Harry woke, Hermione was sitting on the seat between him and Draco, she was smiling knowingly.
“Hello you two; Augusta, Blaise and I have covered your classes for you, although the Smiling Ones were a bit miffed until Blaise had them playing hex tennis. The whole school’s agog with your latest discovery, although, of course, it’s meant to be a secret.”
"Latest discovery? We were only joining two cabinets together."
"That's not all that happened. You did something else, as well."
“I feel worn out. What day is it Hermione?” Draco pleaded.
“Friday just before lunchtime. Minerva says that as soon as you are strong enough you’re to go home. Hamish, has inveigled Seamus and Dean to look after the remaining classes and we’ll cover those on Monday as well, if necessary.”
“What exactly did we do, Hermione?” asked Harry.
“As you intended you connected a pair of cabinets together. However, you also did something to the cabinets that joined Hogwarts, the cottage, Number Twelve, and Longbottom Mill. They seem to be all one piece and look different. You know the double doors on a cabinet make it look semi-triangular ..."
"... Yes?" prompted a now interested and alert Draco.
"Well now, they are square and have four doors. At least the one at the cottage has. The others have the doors but only two open. Here, at school, one door opens into the Green Ladies' Room ..."
"... But we didn't activate the thaums there," interrupted Draco.
Hermione scowled at him: "Let me continue! At the back of the one here is a door with the red flower emblem on it. That seems to indicate Chantry Cottage. Once you've closed the outer door you touch the emblem and the door dissolves to allow you through into another cupboard. The emblem door reappears and you can open the one into the cottage Proper. Not the Bothy. The cupboard there, as I said, has two other doors each leading to a cupboard, one at Longbottom Mill and one at Number twelve. The Mill has a millwheel emblem and the one to Number Twelve a Beefeater. We've tried a few experiments, because the cupboards are bigger, seven people can use a portal cabinet at any one time. It's possible to go from here to London, or the Mill, without emerging at Godric's Hollow. We don't need to say any incantation, just touch the emblem as long as we're wearing a charmed galleon. Non-galleon wearers cannot make it work, but muggle wearers can. It's even possible for people to pass each other inside, too. Whatever you two have made, has a resemblance to the cabinets but is simpler to use and has greater throughput capacity. You made two pairs of portal cabinets in one session, because George and Lee have a working set. As far as I can make out, this has never been done before. It takes very strong mages to join one pair of cabinets and they have to work absolutely in unison and in the same magical environment. The portal connecting them seems to be the Potter family. One cabinet was your family's to begin with, Harry. Number Twelve and the Cottage belong to you and you were here when you made them. You’ll have to make some more before any reasonable theory can be promulgated.”
“Um … I’m not sure I want to, if it means all this weariness.”
“This is where the cabinets come in; our hypothesis is that they contain the pool of magic. There is still a lot of theory to be worked on and the team are looking in all kinds of places to find out more.”
“Who’re the team, Hermione?”
“Well there’s Filius and I from Hogwarts, Tarmindale and Grammarian; oh, and that Astoria Greengrass is showing a lot of interest.”
“Tarmindale I remember, from protecting the centaurs, Astoria I know quite well, but who’s Grammarian?” asked Draco.
“He’s a knowledgeable elf and very old, he has specialised in studying how the elves transport themselves from one location to another. Some of the things he comes up with are quite brilliant, but a little weird.”
“So you’ll be asking us a lot of questions then?” queried Harry.
“Yes, but not immediately. We are searching our various sources and reading books and scrolls that might be pertinent. Once our NEWT’s are over, we may have to go to Egypt because Tarmindale has found a reference to priestly portals in tombs there, although it is a bit arcane. Minerva’s warned us off questioning you I’m only supposed to ask you one question and then go.”
“What’s the question, Hermione?” asked Harry.
“It’s for Draco. Please may we borrow and make copies of your extensive notes?”
“Sorry, I’ve already loaned them to Harry.” Draco had a devious smile on his face.
“Oh!” Hermione looked puzzled. “Erm … Harry? Have you finished with those notes, if so please might we borrow them?”
Harry caught on to the tease, adopting a similar smile to Draco’s. “That first one was a double question and this one will make three. I’m afraid you’ve exceeded the Headmistress’s quota by two.”
“Well! Really!” Hermione looked exasperated and sounded cross. “I should have known you two’d be obtuse. We’re already applying for a release order from the Wizengamot office; I’ll just have to add those parchments to it.”
“How can you, since you don’t know the names of them?” asked Draco, now fully into the joke, but playing serious.
“We’ll subpoena all your papers if necessary.” Hermione looked at Draco through slitted eyes.
Harry was having a hard time containing his mirth. Hermione heard a stifled giggle and turned on him.
“I … Don’t … See … That … This … Is … A … Laughing … Matter … Professor … Potter.” Each word she uttered seemed to have sharpened daggers within it.
“Accio cabinet parchments,” intoned Draco. They came to his hand. “Tutor Granger, here are the notes you requested. As well as copying them do you wish to study them?”
Hermione snatched them from him, realising she had been the butt of a joke, and stalked out of the room to the accompaniment of loud male guffaws.
Poppy appeared. “It seems to me that you have recovered, Professors. These potions are to be taken before your meals for the next two days. The bottles are marked for the correct dosage. You are discharged.”
Draco looked at the bottle.
D: *Old socks, by the look of it*.
H: *Probably! I’m hungry, let’s eat at home*.
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