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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Manual and Oral sex described)
~~~ TEACH-IN ~~~
Sunday 3rd January was hushed; it started with a quiet service, almost sorrowful, because the readings were about Herod’s slaughter of the babies. The carols that were sung were quiet and contemplative. The smiling ones played a woodwind adaptation of ‘Pavane pour un Infante Défunt’ during the distribution. Quite in keeping with the solemnity of the occasion.
It was too slippery to play football so the Dumbledorians went to the pub earlier. Richard had a ‘hot toddy’ on the go. His clients nursed the warm glasses sipping the highly spiced drink. There were subdued conversations about ancestors, and relations still in hospital eight months after the battle– many of whom had been prayed for during the service. Slowly the Dumbledorians’ spirits lifted to an almost normal level of chatter. After the meal they indulged in a short walk before returning, shivering, to the cottage.
Many, having appeased their families, had decided to stay in the bunk rooms or adjacent mage-owned cottages. The swimming pool had its adherents as did the mah-jongg school in the patio. The musical ones were with Hamish at his home, Granary Cottage. Some of the girls were knitting and nattering in Bagshot Cottage, not that much new fabric was produced. Draco and Harry were trying to out-do Hermione, curled up with their Christmas gift books in the lounge’s easy chairs; as were others of the clan. Molly had a book of poems; a gift from Arthur. In the study a number of elves had a large jigsaw puzzle out and Winky was holding an impromptu fleur wine making course in the kitchen.
Winky and Hyacinth had laid out a ‘last of the turkey’ buffet, with said bird served in many appetising ways. It was really the finishing off of all the Christmas fare. People would wander in, help themselves to whatever they fancied, hot or cold, and then wander back to whatever they were doing. There were equivalent buffets at Bagshot and Granary cottages. Gradually the company grew smaller; someone would yawn, stretch and wish everyone goodnight, wandering off bedroom-wards.
Draco and Harry were not the last, their lovemaking was not frenzied; it was gentle almost to the point of ejaculation. The Broonies enjoyed their Christmas present twice over before two loving mates snuggled into the arms of Morpheus.
~~~ MONDAY 04/01/99 ~~~
The communal peace was shattered mid-morning by Gallus flooing.
“Draco and Harry, could we have that promised teach-in, please? Eldred and Smith-Jones made over the money for the Scottish estate during the holidays. The original agreed price included the contents. When the buyers said that the house had been stripped, Lucius didn’t believe them, thinking it was a ploy to deprive him of money. Eventually he was persuaded to visit to see for himself. I presume he brooded about it over the holidays. The outcome was a slightly lower agreed price which he hopes to collect tomorrow afternoon.”
D: *Perhaps the stripping was the reason for the attack*.
“We’ll come over in an hour’s time, Gallus,” volunteered Harry: “We have many of the Dumbledorians with us at the moment. I’m sure they would like to help out if you need reinforcements.”
“Thanks, I’ll talk it over with the Supervisors and let you know when we see you.”
“Knowing my father he’s bound to cut up rough when he finds out?” Draco suggested.
Gallus flooed back quarter of an hour later: “The Supervisors feel that it is a likely outcome, so the thirteen of us would like to learn your mirror defences, please. We’ll assemble in the boardroom in an hour and a half’s time. Would it be possible to teach the senior tellers as well, please? There are twenty-six of them so they’ll attend in two shifts.”
“Of course we will.”
Gallus smiled gratefully and flashed out of sight.
Draco and Harry shared their news with the company who indicated that they were prepared to help.
~~~ DIAGON ALLEY ~~~
Five people port/cabbed to Don Galley and, following Blaise’s suggestion, walked nonchalantly out of 3W’s with shopping bags in their hands. Draco and Harry went first; the others would follow on a little later. Naturally, for such an expedition, collecting funds was the first item on the agenda. If there were spies about, therefore nothing would seem too out of the ordinary. Just to enhance the picture they stopped and peered in at various shop windows, discussing prices and qualities of merchandise. Once inside Gringotts they were unobtrusively ushered into Gallus’s office.
“Hello, thanks for coming at such short notice.” Gallus shook hands.
“No problem, have they all brought fire-staffs with them?”
“Of course;” Gallus pretended to look offended: “Like your wands, our fire-staffs are always with us.”
“Good! We’ve adapted the spell, or should I say Hermione and Hamish have, so that your fire-staffs can be the instruments. Hermione’s of the opinion that your fire-staffs as just as competent as our wands. In any case, much of the effectiveness depends on the magical talent of the holder.”
“So you mean all this fuss, about us being jealous of you wand-holders, is just a lot of hot air?” Gallus had a quizzical smile.
“Yes. Though I’d rather be more diplomatic and say it was the result of a longstanding misunderstanding.” Harry held his hands out placatingly.
“So Ganymede doesn’t need to use that wand I bought him after all.”
“Let him try both media, see which suits him.” Draco suggested. “Ron tried Hamish’s fire-staff and found he rather liked the feel. He says it’s sturdier than a wand; he has a habit of breaking his wands so he’s bought himself a fire-staff. Harry’s DADA includes the use of staffs, wands and elfin rings, so that each student can find which he or she is happiest with for what purpose. Incidentally, we now have some elfin applicants. It was a lack of literacy that was holding them back, not that we knew. Kreacher’s helping with that side of the learning.”
“Talking about school, Minerva’s asked me to become a governor. I think that was the clincher with our governors here when they decided to promote me.” Gallus buffed his fingernails on his lapel, and looked pleased.
“Congratulations, we seem to be picking up friends in high places.”
“Harry, don’t put yourself down. It’s we who are grateful for your influence.”
“Any more of this comradely backslapping and I think I’ll puke.” Draco picked up the waste basket and mimed theatrically.
“He won’t, will he?” Gallus looked serious. “My authority is too new to extend to telling a cashier to clear up the mess.”
Draco looked up, realising that Gallus had taken him literally. “Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean …” He saw a goblinesque smirk: “You bastard, you were having me on.”
Harry enjoyed seeing Draco bested and joined in the laughter.
“I hope I’m not interrupting something important.” A goblin head poked round the door. “The others are assembled in the boardroom, Griphook.”
“No Hangdog, I was just pulling sober-sides Malfoy’s leg.”
“Pleased to meet you Sober-sides.” Hangdog held out his hand. He was bemused when the three incumbents burst out laughing again.
Gallus explained to Hangdog as they walked to the boardroom. Firstly, he blushed and then roared with laughter at his mistake.
“You know, I always thought goblins were dour.” Draco chuckled. “I must say it’s very refreshing to know you have a sense of humour.”
“There are a couple who don’t, least not that we’ve managed to find. We always thought wizards were dominating bastards. Revelations all round, I think.” Hangdog clapped Draco hard on the shoulders; who tried hard not to wince.
Gallus introduced them to the assembled supervisors, saying they were honoured to have Harry and Draco with them. Hangdog made a couple of remarks about senses of humour. Draco repeated the results of Hermione’s and Hamish’s deliberations about the affinity of fire-sticks to wands. And Harry made a short ‘comrades in arms’ speech and introduced the other Dumbledorian tutors. Then they got down to the mirror defences.
Once the basics had been learnt the assembly practiced in order to sharpen up their reactions. Some of the goblins conjured wide brimmed Stetsons and pretended to be American cowboys. As well as learning they had a lot of fun, ending up with a short game of hex tennis. Harry and Draco stored up the cowboy idea for further development at school.
The senior tellers’ groups were much the same, once the ice had been broken. One set invented a stalking game and the other group set up a look-alike of the front of house, working out angles and sharpening their sit-to-stand responses.
Most of the Dumbledorians left after the teach-in, but Draco and Harry were still there when the bank prepared to close its doors. Blaise, Hermione and Hamish slipped in just as time was called. As they came over to join their friends the last bolt clanged too. All hell was let loose in the main hall. The five magicians grabbed their wands, looking for attackers and forming a protective barrier back to back.
What they found however was something entirely different.
Supervisors and seniors were all teaching their excited underlings. Hangdog suggested that magicians split up and walked round, correcting and tutoring as necessary. By-and-large the tickling charm was used as the aggressive hex and it was not unknown for goblins gleefully to try and hex someone who wasn’t their designated opponent. It felt like a real battle environment, especially when the mages joined in the mêlée. After about an hour, a bell rang. Everybody stopped, adopted dour faces, and lined up in ranks facing the main dais.
“Fellow goblins, on your behalf I would like to thank our tutors for their kind assistance,” Hangdog started. “As chief supervisor it falls to me to make a small presentation. Miss Granger, as inventor of the mirror defence, Gringotts has voted you this year’s medal of excellence and a small pension to support it.
“Harry! You knew.” Hermione hissed as she went to receive the award. Harry just smiled and ushered her forward. Draco could feel that Harry was just as surprised, but allowed his partner to get one up on Ms Bossy Bushy-hair.
“Thank you chief supervisor and Fellows of Gringotts;” Hermione started: “I had no idea that this presentation was in store for me. I shall have words with Mr Potter afterwards for this deception.”
That brought forth some quiet laughter.
“Like the boy-who-lived-twice, I am dedicated to a more equal world, where we co-operate using our best talents for the good of all. You know, no doubt, of my efforts for the emancipation of house-elves. Don’t worry, I’m not about to attempt any polemic here.”
Some dramatic sighs of relief.
“Besides I think my comrades over there would hex me if I did.”
This time the laughter was greater.
“Thank you for this presentation, I shall treasure it. Let ‘Vive la difference and work together’ be our motto.”
Hermione had hit the right note and received a loud acclamation as she went back to her place.
The bell clanged again.
“Sister Mage, Magely Brothers and Fellows of Gringotts please come through, our buffet is waiting.”
Hangdog guided the guests through the throng. Some of the goblins made laughing remarks as they passed, Draco was in his element, indulging in quick-witted repartee.
“I’m sorry Harry.” Hangdog looked solemn. “We have a special table for our guests, but do mages eat different foods?”
“I think the food set out … blow you and your sense of humour.” Harry went to hit Hangdog on the shoulder. “Okay, you nearly caught me. I must say I wasn’t prepared for a meal.”
“This is just a light snack, Harry”
“I wondered where all those heavy bellies came from.”
“Okay, truce. One of us might just cross the line of good taste without noticing. Rita Skeeter would have a field day. Can you see the headlines? ‘Potter is defeated in another attempt on Gringotts’, or maybe ‘Not content with putting a Ministry official inside, Potter’s party attack Gringotts’.”
“How about: ‘Are your Galleons safe with Gringotts?’ Our reporter has inside information that Potter and his cronies have been hexing all the Gringotts goblins.” Harry suggested.
“Imagine Wednesday’s headlines; ‘The Seignior attacks Gringotts, but Potter beat him to it – there was nothing left.”
“She’d probably rehash the ‘Malfoy has Potter under Imperio’ theme and insert Draco instead of Lucius.”
“All very interesting friends, but your successful attack earlier in the year has made us re-think our whole security strategy. Dragons are out; that poor thing was a left-over liability from the middle ages. The identity revealers have been enhanced and various muggle-invented quick operating grilles adapted and installed. We’ve also started an inventory of magical articles and are crosschecking it with the stolen items list, the forbidden objects record and a few other catalogues. There will be a number of persons and families with some awkward explaining to do.”
“I bet Mundungus will head the list,” Blaise suggested.
“I imagine the Malfoys will figure prominently,” Draco put in. “Father used to boast about his hoard of illegal objects.”
“Yes … Well … That family has had most of its assets frozen pending a judicial investigation. I think that was one of the reasons Lucius chose to sell the Scottish estate. To say the least, he’s not very liquid at the moment.”
“Would you like two of us to be here, but invisible, tomorrow?”
“Gallus and I chatted to the others. Yes, please, we could do with as many honest reinforcements as possible. There are a couple of Aurors coming and Minerva’s promised some Order members. Why only two invisible ones?”
“When we were younger and smaller three of us could hide under my invisibility cloak.”
“Okay I get the picture, Harry. Six or eight sets of mobile shoes with no bodies attached would be slightly obvious, even in the mage’s bank.” Hangdog gave a brief smile.
“Too many of us will alert him. He is likely to bring a posse with him? We could have Dumbledorian reinforcements in the neighbouring shops in case he comes with many.” Blaise, the tactician, suggested.
“That’s a good idea, we discussed it earlier and would like help, but we were worried about crowding our main hall too much. Lucius’s due after lunch sometime; we told him the paperwork would be ready by then.”
“Right!” Blaise wiped his hands together in a business-like way: “We’ll get Dumbledore’s Army organised, just in case. Ron’s our general, Draco and Harry will be under the cloak, Hamish, and Hermione can quietly liaise with the hidden ones using the medallions.”
“We’ll use the ‘E’ for dire emergency situations. Gallus do you still have your medallion?”
“Yes Blaise. Here it is.”
“Right, let me show you how to communicate using it, this is another of Hermione’s inventions.”
Blaise and Gallus sat down in a corner and practiced.
“Hermione, did you know that Gringotts have an experimental bursary, aimed at encouraging new uses for magic. I’m sure a suitable application from yourself would receive favourable attention. Not that I can tell what the committee’s final decision would be.” Hangdog suggested.
“Thanks for that, I didn’t know about it. I’m fairly committed this coming year, but maybe for next year?” Hermione looked hopeful.
“Get your application in soon, the committee takes ages to confer.”
Draco and Harry started ‘mingling’ something that was second nature to Draco and a skill Harry had learned at Kingsley’s side during the liberty celebrations. As they chatted to the other goblins ideas were swapped, some in a joking manner; during which a number of Fellows came up and wished the VIP party goodnight. Once the hall was past half empty the Godric’s Hollow party excused themselves, went to the shop and cab/ported away. Once back at the cottage the group had a conference with the now increased group of Dumbledorians.
Draco was a little withdrawn when they arrived in the bedroom.
“Worried about your father’s reaction, Lover?” sympathised Harry, as he took his clothes off.
“Yes I suppose I am. Not that I’d thought of it before you mentioned it. It’s quite likely to be violent and I don’t want our friends harmed when the money transfer takes place tomorrow.” Draco was now naked.
“We’ll be there invisibly, to protect the tellers.” Harry moved into the bathroom
“Hmm; I’m glad we did the goblin mirror defence teach-in beforehand.” Draco followed, wincing as the cold tiles chilled his feet.
“Mmm … I liked their sense of humour. A bit heavy handed, perhaps, but it helped the teaching process.” Harry was collecting the towels.
“Hmm … Yes, it did. Maybe you can recommend something to take my mind off things now.” Draco wiggled suggestively as he climbed into the shower.
Hot man-sex took place under the hot shower. The results were washed away before any thought of giving them to the Broonies.
Draco had a Voldie nightmare in the early hours. Harry comforted him and the resultant cuddling had knock-on effects. Harry’s hands were the first to stray, bent on giving his lover more interesting sensations than those of remembered penile torture and to exorcise the horrible memories. Once Draco was sublimated he decided that Harry needed a suitable thank-you experience. Therefore, Draco paid lip service to a lollipop whilst Harry groaned in delight. Episode over, they spooned in satiated somnolence.
~~~ TUESDAY AWAKENING 05/01/99 ~~~
Harry was first awake in the daylight, noticing a certain prominence he plied his lips and tongue in performing Draco’s alarm call.
“Hmm … Hmm … Oh … Ooh … H-h-h-h-ha,” was Draco’s first attempt at words. His wandering hands soon found a delightful object to play with. It was thicker than a wand, but not as long. Being warm to the touch Draco experimented with it, using his little finger to explore a small hole on its extremity. The nest it grew out of suddenly pulsed forward and then retreated. Draco soon found a rhythm to this pulsing combining with it a hand pumping action with his little finger’s probing caress. Fairly soon his hand was covered in a slick substance. This aided the manipulation and had Harry quivering in sexual overdrive, thrashing around on the bed.
Pringle appeared and gathered up all their spent juices; then he sniffed at their sheets: “Tha’s wasted some, Mages,” He accused: “And flushed awa some lass nicht."
“Yes, sorry; we were too bushed to clean up afterwards.”
“Ye use scourgify, do ye?”
“Yes … well we have done previously. Why do you ask?”
“Weel … Ye can use ‘cuir-tharis’ instead.”
“What does that do?”
“It sends thy offerings to oor bason, direct. Then we’ll collect it. It has the same flourish as ‘Scourgify.”
“Okay, we’ll use that from now on.”
“Thanks for thy offerings.” Pringle flew off.
Games over, they washed each other tenderly under the shower. Dressed and leisurely breakfasted; the two lovers collected Hamish, Gregory, Dean and Seamus; port/cabbing to Don Galley to be ready to meet with whichever Dumbledorians were able to be present.
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