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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34417 -:- 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}]
(General sex fight ending with losers being the bottoms)
~~~ BANK ATTACK ~~~
George had designated his workshop as the meeting place and, after greeting Hamish, showed Harry where the kettle and coffee were.
“I’ll be down soon, but things are a bit hectic. We have a couple of new lines and Lee’s been doing stunts to advertise the fact.”
Blaise was first to appear, and at Draco’s urging checked his medallion was okay. Hermione and Ronald were next, bringing Ginevra and Astoria Greengrass with them. Ginevra looked at Harry then very obviously gave Astoria’s shoulders a loving squeeze.
“What are you two doing here?” Draco asked Astoria.
“Supporting our friends; your father made my grandfather’s life hell, then, when he passed on, Mother found Lucius had sequestered their Welsh estate. Next, he threw us out of our family house and, because of that, one of my Grandmothers died of a broken heart. Then the death-eaters killed Daphne. I hate his guts. Anyway you know I wasn’t a Voldemort sympathiser, ever. Luckily my other Grandmamma took us in. Her husband had died at Voldemort’s hand during the first war, so that adds another reason for me to hate him.”
“I agree with that, Harry.” Ginevra said, very obviously holding Astoria’s hand.
Harry looked at Ronald; he was slowly getting redder and redder, but before the anti-lesbian outburst occurred Justin arrived, heralding a stream of other DA members. Hermione had calmed Ronald down by the time he had to organise the troops; which he did after Harry had told the new volunteers about the possible fracas in the afternoon. The grinning troops, including Hamish and another couple of goblin volunteers, wandered out in twos and threes, taking up their positions in shops or casual groups of chatting people. Quite a few were wearing uncharacteristic clothes so it was difficult to tell eighth-year students from all the other unconventionally dressed witches and wizards. The foursome had an early lunch in the flat. Ronald and Hermione left first; then Draco and Harry hid under the invisibility cloak and exited.
Advised by Hermione and Ronald, Gallus was waiting for Draco and Harry at the staff entrance, they quietly made themselves known and waited until there was no one in the near vicinity before entering Gringotts. The staff had moved three of the normal row of statues into a small artistic group, behind which was space enough for Draco and Harry to hide and still see out. Two more groups of statues were there, each with flowers around them. Harry and Draco concentrated carefully and eventually saw a disguised Auror behind each. Various Dumbledorians and Order Members ambled in, going to one cashier or another and seemingly conducting lengthy negotiations about their accounts before wandering out again.
The medallions buzzed. ‘There are a number of Lucy look-alikes coming out of Knockturn Alley, all in different costumes’. A minute later came: ‘about twenty-five’. Draco noticed Hangdog miming twenty-five to his senior tellers, who quietly informed the cashiers in their charge.
“I bet the one who goes up to the cashier, isn’t my father,” whispered Draco.
“Okay, we’ll watch the others to see if they give anything away. Here they come, is your extendable ear plugged in?”
An almost inaudible, “Yes,” was the reply.
“I wish to withdraw forty thousand golden wands,” said the unmistakeable tones of Lucius.
“Key please?”
A slight fumble and the key was produced. The cashier looked at the key and then opened a large ledger.
“Insufficient funds and no credit rating.”
“What do you mean insufficient funds? There was a large payment made into that account this morning.”
“Wait here. I will make a check with my supervisor.”
The cashier arose and went up the stairs. A minute or two later Gallus appeared, following the cashier.
“Mr Malfoy. There has no such payment been made into any of your accounts. You have already drawn out the bulk of your fortune, and there is a judicial restraint on the remainder of your funds.”
“Oh! I see! I must consult with my colleagues.”
The supposed Lucius went into a huddle with his confederates. It was impossible to see which one was giving orders because their heads were too close together. Probably the same Lucius went back to Gallus and the cashier.
“There was a payment from Eldred and Smith-Jones made into my account, here is the advice slip.”
“Just a moment, let me check again.” Gallus went back into his office.
Harry and Draco tensed; one of them noticed a barely visible auror’s wand tip poking out through the arms of a statue. Gallus came down the stairs.
“I agree that a payment was made by Eldred and Smith-Jones Consortium this morning. It went into the owner’s account.”
“What do you mean? I am the owner.”
“Not according to the title deeds which we agreed with the purchasers.”
“Whose account did it go into then?”
“That is between Gringotts and the account holder and is strictly confidential.”
“You have made a mistake.”
“Gringotts is not in the habit of making mistakes,” Gallus replied haughtily: “However I have already double checked in order to ensure that we have not inadvertently done so.”
The Lucius turned round and went back to the huddle.
“What! It’s my accursed son interfering again,” was shouted out of the middle of the group.
Suddenly the look-alikes spread out, wands at the ready.
In chorus they said: “UNLESS YOU RELEASE THE MONEY YOU WILL RUE IT.”
Quietly the cashiers fumbled under their desks without taking their eyes off the look-alikes. Members of the public scrambled to get out of the way.
Hangdog stood on a high up balcony, staff in hand and a Sonorous in place: “Gringotts do not give way to violence or intimidation. Mr Malfoy and his satraps will leave now or suffer the consequences.”
“Now!” Someone shouted.
Varicoloured curses sprouted from the look-alikes’ wands. Fire-staffs were ready and the mirror shields were cast. Draco and Harry had to put up shields of their own because some of the tellers’ hasty reflections were not terribly accurate. Four or five of the pseudo-Lucius people went down. Another volley shot out, only to be deflected again. Two more curmudgeons went down plus a tardy teller. There was a shouted order and the remaining look-alikes turned and fled out of the bank; chased by the Aurors who had appeared from behind the statues. A couple of the polyjuiced ones picked up one of the walking wounded.
Harry, Draco and the Order members incarcerated the five remaining comatose satraps on the floor and Poppy came out from Gallus’s office to minister to the injured goblin. Hangdog ordered the remaining public out and the doors closed. Four tellers returned, supporting two account-holders who had been too slow to duck. Poppy took them into another supervisor’s office, where the injured teller was now recovering. Harry sent ‘emergency over’ on the medallions. Hermione and Ronald plus two Aurors were ushered in through the staff door and everyone assembled in Hangdog’s grand office.
“We made a slight mistake by being front of house. All we could do is shield ourselves from reflected hexes.” Draco said.
“We got five in here and a couple outside,” one of the Aurors said. “There were a number of walking wounded dragged into Knockturn Alley as well.”
“It was difficult to do anything outside; there were so many innocent bystanders.”
“I wonder if we have the real Lucius. We’ll have to wait until the Polyjuice wears off.”
“He’s bound to retaliate. Will it be against the bank, or against Draco?”
“Maybe we can give the survivors Veritaserum to find out.”
“I doubt he’ll have thought about it much. It’s obvious that he expected no repulse; though he did bring a large bodyguard with him” suggested Draco.
“So would you if you were the most hated mage in Magicdom.”
“I think we’d better get the prisoners under lock and key before they recover their true identities,” observed one of the Aurors.
“Thank you all. Draco and Harry please convey our thanks to the Dumbledorians.” Hangdog drew the short meeting to a close.
As they left, Ronald said, “I hope you don’t mind Harry, but we’ve asked the members to cab/port to Toppers Wallow.”
“We’d better join them then.”
Harry bought an enormous take-away ice-cream in a freezing charm before he went into 3W’s to cab/port from Don Galley.
~~~ THE ARMY MEETS ~~~
“I’m surprised how quickly it was over,” Draco remarked as they walked out of the Portal in Chantry Cottage. “Being a fly on the wall at the Manor would be extremely interesting just now.”
“Probably not! If the Seignior’s anything like Voldie, then there’ll be spare hexes flying around and his subordinates will be ducking. You might just get hit by a stray one.” Harry pretended to duck.
Draco chuckled and then looked serious. “What was that miming thing between you and the Weasleyette?”
“I think she was trying to say that she and Tor didn't want safety jobs, in case I wanted to protect her. I had a fling with her, as you know, but it stopped before anything got too serious. There was no point in having a relationship if one of us could be killed during the battle. At that time, I was quite certain I had to die in order to kill Voldie; not that I had told anyone. Then afterwards I felt differently about things and she gave me the cold shoulder. I was quite pissed-off about being ditched to begin with, but then we both recognised a change in our feelings, too. Maybe it’s for the best; I don’t know. I do know one thing though. I’ve got a real live responsive lover sharing my bed.”
“Thanks Lover. I had a bit of a go with Astoria too, but nothing came of it. I was still in junior death-eater mode and, as you heard, that was definitely not her scene.” Draco shuddered.
“So do you think now that Blaise and Greg are members that Astoria is another Slytherin Dumbledorian in the making?”
“Let’s see what the reports are like, shall we?” Draco looked cautious: “If so you had better include her mate, Ginny.”
“She’s already a Member.”
There was an excited buzz as the two of them arrived in the lawn patio. Harry got one of the elves to apportion the ice-cream ready for handing round.
“Tell us what happened inside.” Someone called out.
Draco and Harry did a double act describing the scene.
“One of the other look-alikes that the Aurors got; Ginny and Astoria downed.” Ronald said during the members’ report of the happenings outside. “We managed a few more shots, but the onlookers got in the way. I think some of them thought it was some play acting, because we had applause when the miscreants disappeared into Knockturn Alley.”
Neville chuckled: “I overheard a couple chatting; ‘leave it to Harry’s young-bloods’ was the gist of the communication.”
“We seem to be making quite a reputation for ourselves,” remarked Dean, caustically.
The other members guffawed.
“We didn’t go in after them because they had masked Knockturn Alley with Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, and who knows what was waiting for us,” Hermione added. “We all know how narrow and evil that place is.”
“Can Goblins become members?” asked Michael: “If so, I would like to propose Hamish. He was ace at defending a group of mages who got in the way of the retreat, as it is; he’s almost one of us already.”
Harry looked around and saw nothing but smiles: “Hamish proposed, what about a seconder?” A forest of hands shot up: “Hannah, I think you were first. Anyone against … No … Welcome to our ranks, Hamish. You’re our oldest member.”
Hamish bowed slightly: “Thanks, it’s nice to know you’re appreciated. I was very worried when Minerva asked me to become a professor. Somehow your good company has taken away some of the anguish of losing my family. As for being the oldest member, I was married young so I can still hold my own with you young sprigs. The other professors treating me as an equal was the first step, and now I have friends again and a reason for living. I believe Harry has a large thank-you ice cream hidden.”
That caused laughter and some jocular calls for their chairman to share out the goodies.
“I think Astoria should be made a member,” it was Michael who spoke up: “She and Ginny were brilliant in jumping on that satrap and stopping him grabbing other people to act as a shield.”
“Seconded!” Dean called out: “I didn’t think our two horsewomen could ride a big satrap like that. He didn’t know what was going on. Once he was out of the way of the bystanders they stunned him and kept him in check until the Aurors collected him.”
Ronald took the two new ones aside and showed them how to use the galleon medallions whilst the rest milled around eating their ice-cream. That finished; the general common room atmosphere became the norm until dinnertime.
Kreacher came in and announced a hot buffet dinner, as they all queued up he came over to Harry. “I hope you don’t mind, Master, but I had to take some more money from the account and buy things at Mrs Amis’s.”
“That’s what it’s there for, Kreacher. Well done. Thank Winky for getting the meal ready at such short notice, will you.”
“Yes Master. I’ll thank Hyacinth and Phealey as well, shall I?”
“Oh! … Yes, please.”
The euphoria of winning another battle was accentuated by the liberal supply of fleur wine and homemade Butterbeer at dinner. One of the results being that many of the members involuntarily started trying to swim whilst fully clothed. This game was commenced by a grand celebratory chuck-in as Harry was picked up by his arms and his legs, swung three times and hurled into the centre of the pool. The new members were quickly caught and followed suit, after that it was a general free for all. No-one was exempt including the four young house-elves. Most people, once soaked, stripped off completely including the girls; only Kreacher, Winky and Hyacinth escaped.
Dorothy and the other elves had absented themselves earlier, suspecting where the celebrations might lead. Kreacher was very devious, sneaking in and taking a pile of wet clothes away just when the mob was victimising someone else. Draco drew Harry’s attention to the fact that Gregory was starkers too; which they both thought was a good sign.
~~~ BEDROOM VISITS ~~~
Harry and Draco retired and entered their room, only to find Dean and Seamus waiting there.
“We persuaded Ernie ter give us some oil. How about a tag team match? The goings on today have really got us in the mood.” Seamus was leering at them.
“Tag team match; what’s that?” Draco looked puzzled.
“I’ve seen it on TV at Uncle’s. Wrestling in teams; there is only one partner allowed in the ring at any one time, but it soon degenerates in to an all-in as the referee has difficulty keeping control.” Harry explained, grinning hopefully.
“Can’t be much of a referee then,” Draco sneered.
“That does it!” Harry grabbed Draco and held him down. The other two quickly removed all of Draco’s clothes and had a little play until he was hard.
“Perhaps now you understand how difficult it is to keep control?” Seamus asked, getting undressed.
Dean, who was already naked, took over Harry’s place sitting on Draco’s chest and fingering his finial. For some reason Draco didn’t squirm too hard, perhaps it was Dean’s different technique, or perhaps it was because he was concentrating on trying to tongue the brown lollipop bobbing in front of him.
“Hey you two! This is supposed to be a contest, not a love-in.” A now naked Harry spoke in jest as his own accomplishment rose to full grandeur.
In reply, Seamus grabbed Harry, trying to penetrate him. He failed and the struggling pair managed to knock into the other two. Dislodged, Dean went to hold Harry down and started to interfere with him whilst Seamus held Harry’s hands. Draco recovered quickly and went behind Seamus intent of pulling him off. Two squeals interrupted the proceedings.
“Masters, you forgot the oil.” Phealey stood there with a plastic bottle in hand.
He aimed at Harry’s prick and squeezed, Dean’s gripping hand slipped off, incidentally energising Harry’s sensitised glans; so he bucked and gasped. Pullet’s bottle was aimed in Seamus’s direction but, instead of slipping off, Draco used the lubricant to massage the Irishman’s man.
“What … Are … The … Rules?” Seamus asked, in between gasps at Draco’s effectiveness.
“First to cum gets fucked three times.” Draco suggested with a wicked leer and with Seamus nearing the point of no return.
“Not … Fair … Oh … Oh … Ooh … Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!”
Dean had regained his hold on the Potter penis, holding Harry’s head in a stranglehold. Harry did not know whether to try to protect his jewels, or to pry the vice-like grip on his windpipe. The need to breathe overcame any other consideration, levering Dean’s arm away from his throat, Harry gasped.
“Ooh … Ooh … Ah … Ah … Ee-ee-ee-ee-ew.” Harry was out of it for a couple of minutes, dribbling cream from his cock and taking in oxygen.
That gave two partners time to overcome Draco. He lay there gritting his teeth trying not to succumb to Seamus’s oscillating digits and Dean’s exploring fingers. Dean found what he was looking for and stroked.
“Oh No-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!” Draco arched up under the double thrill, squirting high into the air and going red all over with passion.
“Looks like I get three fucks,” said Dean gloatingly. “Harry you have to give twice come here.”
“Doggy or on my back?”
“Doggy over the bed, please.”
“I’ll have Seamus the same way,” averred Draco.
So, holding hands, Harry and Seamus draped themselves over the bed, spreading their legs seductively. Harry wondered if Dean would feel different from Draco. However once his prostate was being caressed, Harry forgot about comparisons and set about enjoying the sensations. Dean was considerate and used his hands to great effect on the Potter prong. The noises from the couple next door seemed to suggest the same conclusion. Somehow Dean managed to hold off until Seamus started to make little grunts. That was the signal to all of them, a grand simultaneous sexy splurge shot forth, leaving them all gasping. Needless to say the broonies were pleased with their offerings.
As they lay there, Pullet piped up: “Masters, why not leave the other two shags until tomorrow evening. I don’t know about you, but we’ve had two goes and we’re a bit worn out.”
The masters looked over, seeing Pullet still engaged inside Phealey.
Dean wiggled on top of Harry, still entrapped. “What do you think?”
From the same position on Seamus, Draco answered for their partnership. “Good idea dear elfins. We’ll do just that; it’ll finish off the holiday nicely. Besides, it’s just going midnight.”
For fun, each top gave a thrust as the church clock struck. Then giggling, after the dozen bongs, they rolled off their recipients.
The whole group hexed the oil away from the bathroom floor. They partook of a communal squashy shower, four humans even finding enough room for two elves.
Energies expended, three couples crept off to bed and snuggled to sleep.
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The following day there was a staff meeting where the general opinion was that being repulsed at Gringotts had severely wrong-footed the Seignior. However, they were sure he would mount some sort of retaliation. Therefore, all they could do was to be extremely vigilant and check the wards regularly.
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