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Draco's Downfall	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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This was the day when the two of them would be put to the test. Neither of them was in the mood to conjugate with anyone but each other. They had a long joint shower managing to add their own stream of cream to the milky downpour of soapsuds. They held hands as they descended to the kitchen, inhaling the pleasant scent of Kreacher’s cooking.

They were glum when they parted to partake of the half day’s tasks, both feeling more and more apprehensive as lunch time appeared. Draco was first into Fortescues, and arranged for an almost private alcove in the corner of the proprietor’s newly opened restaurant. Justin and Michael were next to arrive; sitting one each side of the Slyth and chatting inconsequentially. Harry was quarter of an hour late and came in; apologising profusely. He sat in the remaining seat effectively blocking any views inside the alcove and wondering why Draco was blushing. Meanwhile Draco, whilst they were waiting, had had an almost equivalent experience to the one Harry had endured during the stick insect lesson. It was less obvious in the privacy of the corner recess, but had ended up with the blond’s trousers around his ankles. Draco, like Harry had, found out that four hands have greater supremacy over two and he had not wanted to draw unwonted attention to himself. The Malfoy name, still being very much an anathema to most mages, would probably have resulted in a hue and cry.

Justin leered at Harry as he sat down opposite Draco: “Malfoy’s got one as big as yours, Harry. We’ve just been playing with it. If you pretend to drop your serviette you’ll be able to see his full display beneath the table.”

Draco looked very distressed when Justin made the statement.

“We’d do the same for you Harry, but the other diners might see your naked bum. We do hope you have remembered your promise.” Michael licked his lips lasciviously.

Harry nodded a glum affirmative and did not drop his napkin or peer under the tablecloth. In fact he turned and carefully arranged his overcoat on the back of his chair, so that anyone looking into the alcove would not glimpse his partner’s déshabillé.

Apart from Draco being fondled occasionally the lunch went off without public incident. Harry was very happy about facing away from the public. His face was not visible and because strangers were not coming up to shake his hand and thank him; something that the Gryff was heartily sick of by now. Justin, Michael and Harry managed to make a prolonged flurry of overcoats whilst readying themselves to leave the restaurant; thus giving Draco cover in which to resume his normal dress and composure.

Harry was now the secret keeper for Grimmauld Place and had included all his friends in the D.A. They had set up an apparating point in the paved back yard of Number Twelve. Naturally Draco had had to be included as had some of the old Order Members. When the quartet landed they were met by Hermione and Ronald.

Hermione looked worried: “Harry, I’m not sure you should make Draco go through this. In a way you’re being as bad as Voldie, and we’ve been egging you on; so we’re not any better than you are.”

“Yes Mate,” Ronald added: “I enjoyed getting my revenge, but I felt dirty afterwards, you know. Like Hermione I don’t want to subject anyone, even Malfoy, to the kind of compulsion that Voldie used. I’d rather you didn’t force him to have sex with you just because the doctor said you had to have a gay experience. I had my fun with Seamus and Dean a few years ago but I’m into girls now; especially Hermione, as you all know. Since the battle I’ve seen what hate does and, while I’m not likely to be close mates with Malfoy, I don’t want to hurt him either.”

“So-o-o, Draco,” Michael looked mischievous: “We brought that blue box with us to no avail. We had a look inside and have been planning all kinds of things for you. The problem was that we couldn’t decide which to try first …”

“.. And then you let us have a preview at lunch time. So we decided to let you choose your first experience. Here’s the blue box, open it and show us what you’d like to do first.” Justin handed Draco the box.

Draco took the box and looked appealingly at Harry.

Harry sighed: “Well I did promise you two my body, but I haven’t yet promised Draco’s. We all know that I could force him because of his oath. Do you really want me to insist?”

Justin looked stern: “Yes Harry, tell him to open the box and choose.”

“Sorry Draco, but we did discuss this didn’t we?”

“Yes I know we did …”

“… Harry – Ron and I want no part of this any more; so we’ll leave you four to get on with it … Come along Darling, you promised to treat me to and ice cream at Fortescues.”

“Yes Dear … I’m coming … Harry Mate … Don’t do it.” Ronald took Hermione’s hand and apparated away.

“I think we should go inside before Draco opens the box, don’t you?”

“Okay Harry … What room?”

“One of the cellars, I think, then we won’t disturb anyone if Draco shouts too loud.”

They trooped into the house and downstairs. There were cellars beneath the kitchen, but the stairs went another floor further down. This was part of his domain that Harry hadn’t explored. However Kreacher was slowly cleaning everywhere thoroughly, but that took time coupled with his normal duties.

They arrived in an octagonal hall, with a door in each wall. It had brightly coloured frescoes all of which seemed to represent the old myths and legends.

Pop: “This room would be best, Master. It has lockers for your clothes, and one of the rooms off it has a massage table plus chairs.”

“Thanks Kreacher.” Harry reluctantly pushed the door open. The tiles sparkled and those on the floor felt warm. Harry knelt and felt the flooring with his hands.

“All the rooms in this suite are heated under-floor, Master. They’re magical, like a tent; so you will find more space than you expect. Do you need me for anything more?”

“No thanks, Kreacher. We’ll have fun exploring this place.” Harry was not very enthusiastic in his reply.

“From what I’ve heard, Master, there’ll be other explorations too.” The elf gave Harry a knowing look just as he disappeared.

Harry made up his mind and started to undress: “Michael and Justin, you can fool around with me as I promised, but I’m not making Draco undergo any tortures …”

“… No, Harry, I’ll take whatever the box has in it. You’re not to sacrifice your body.” Draco was already removing his clothes: “After all … It was me who tortured them; so I must make amends.”

Now naked, Draco put the box on the bench and opened it; he looked inside and then looked up in amazement; scrutinising the other two. Justin and Michael were also taking off everything and chuckling.

“What is it Draco?” Harry asked.

“See what’s inside!”

Harry peered into the depths of the box … It was empty.

“Hermione had a talk to us last night,” explained Michael: “Need I say more?”

“We wanted to see if you two had fallen for each other as she suspected and she was right; wasn’t she? You’re even calling each other by your given names; so that’s another proof. However you did make promises to us and we decided that we need to be absolutely certain that you two are an item.”

Harry looked puzzled: “How do we do that?”

“I think you’re being very dense, Harry.” Before the Gryff could object, Draco was kissing him.

Naturally both of them began to develop their erections and the other pair watched in lascivious admiration as their full extent was revealed.

Somewhere in mid snog Harry felt someone stroking his cock. It took him a few minutes to count all of Draco’s limbs and then realise that it was someone else’s fingers that were massaging. He pushed his forehead onto Draco’s and they disentangled their lips. When the kissing pair parted and looked down, the other pair stopped their ministrations.

Michael grinned cheekily up at them: “All we need is the final act … Which one of you is going to fuck the other?”

“You mean you want to watch us?” Harry was incredulous.

“Sort of,” Justin replied: “We’ll be doing it too; so you can watch us as well.”

Draco sighed: “Well if that’s all of it, I for one, am relieved; but could we have somewhere more comfortable, please?”

“Kreacher said there was a massage table, where is it, Harry?”

“No idea, Justin. This area was so filthy that I left off looking round, all this is just as new to me as it is for you.”

Michael pushed a door open: “Ugh … The place is full of spiders and filth!” He rapidly sealed it up.

Draco tried another one – with much the same result.

“Hey Harry, did you know you’ve got a low arched swimming bath down here?”

“No Justin, but this room’s the one with the massage table.”

“Hmm … Guys … I’ve never been fucked in the water … Some of my father’s friends said it was a good experience … Not that they allowed me to experience it. All they wanted was to make things embarrassing and hurtful for me. Could we try it, please?”

“What do you mean, Draco, about the death-eaters, that is?”

“They would sexually torture Draco just for fun, Michael; so don’t push your luck,” Harry replied belligerently.

“They didn’t?” – “No, really?” The other two replied simultaneously; with sympathetic looks on their faces and slackening pricks.

“That’s why I could withstand all the schoolboy taunts … They were nothing compared to what happened at home.” Draco looked through the door which Justin was still holding open: “I think we’ve arrived in Roman Britain … This looks like their architecture … so your house, Harry, is built on the site of an old villa, by the looks of things … Hmm … The Blacks must have converted an old fresh water cistern, or we’ve discovered a private bath-house.”

Michael dipped his hand in the water: “It’s just about body heat, so we’ll not get cold no matter how long we stay.”

“Can you see any other smaller baths through those arches?” Draco pointed to the other end of the bath.

“Could be – but there are some partitions and it’s filthy.” Justin was on tip-toes looking over a barrier: “Why do you want to know?”

“There should be a Caldarium and a Frigidarium if for making us sweat and closing our pores afterwards. At least that’s what the history books tell us.”

“Never mind the hot and cold thingumies, there are rows of taps like the prefects’ bathroom at school.” Michael demonstrated by turning on one which produced green foam.

For the next quarter of an hour, the ostensible reason for being in the cavern was forgotten as all four young men experimented with the taps and other attachments. Only when they had exhausted most of the possibilities did their attention return to their more personal attachments. Michael started it off by trying to grab Draco’s dong; the blond avoided it by jumping into the water and swimming away. From then on a rude mayhem took place as each participant tried to sexually molest someone else. It was difficult because having tried all the taps there was quite an amount of soap suds around and everyone was slippery. This sliminess did help a little later on when two couples, side by side, indulged themselves in much greater personal interaction.

Their reciprocations were interrupted by Kreacher: “Master?”

“Yes Kreacher?”

“Perhaps you would like to dress before greeting your guests?”

“What guests? I don’t remember inviting anyone over.”

Kreacher smiled mischievously: “Mistress Hermione said that most of your friends were coming over to have a party tonight.”

“Did she now …”

“… Yes … And the Wyrd Sisters are setting up in the ballroom …”

“… I didn’t know we had a ballroom …”

“… It’s down here in the magic bit; nicely underground so you can make as much noise as possible …”

“… Just how big is down here …?”

“… No idea … We elves were not allowed down here. Only when you made friends with Mistress Walburga did she say we could. I’m doing a little clearing each day as well as keeping the house going.”

“Harry?”

“Yes Draco?”

“Hmm … I have a personal elf called Sonny and he’s got a couple of young elfin friends … Hmm … They’re in hiding somewhere; scared that I’m going to torture him, or something. If I summoned them Kreacher could have some helpers. I’ve got Black blood in me via my Mother. So it wouldn’t be stretching things too far if they came here, would it, Kreacher?”

“No Master Draco and they’d be under my eye because I’m the head elf here … Is that alright, Master?” Here Kreacher looked up hopefully at Harry.

“I said before that I though you needed more help, but you said you could manage. What made you change your mind?”

“I could have managed with you quite easily, but now all your friends come as well. Down here is expanding every time I open another door and … well … I know Sonny quite well.”

“How well, Kreacher?”

“Oh … About as well as you know Master Draco, Master.”

“How appropriate …” Justin managed before they all collapsed in helpless laughter.

Kreacher looked offended, so a recovering Harry offered a palm leaf: “I think that’s a very good idea, Kreacher. You and Sonny can make up a pair just as Draco and I are trying to. Um … The other two … Are they closely entangled too?”

“Yes Harry,” Draco answered: “Pullet and Phealey were beaten by my father when he found out. I won’t repeat the words he said. I think he would have killed both of them but one was an excellent cook and the other elves threatened to go on a work to rule if he did. Father had Voldie staying at the time and daren’t upset him by not having things perfect; that beast was hard enough to please as it was. But not being waited upon hand and foot would have made him worse.”

“I didn’t know elves could go on strike.”

“We can’t, Master, but working to rule is quite effective. Every chore has to be by the book, and we can spend an inordinate time looking things up before we do the simplest job.”

“How come Sonny didn’t get into trouble then.”

“We were very discrete and Master Draco shielded us.”

“Not really …”

“… Being your personal elf no-one can discipline him but you; so that was his shield. In the same way that Master Harry, being the Master of Grimmauld Place is the only one who can discipline me.”

“I’m happy that Kreacher has some extra help if you are, Draco? Will you summon them?”

“No need to, Master, this is where they were hiding out. I hope you’re not too cross.”

“Don’t be, Harry, please. I know now that I was becoming almost as monstrous as my father … No wonder Sonny hid away from me.”

“No Kreacher, I’m not cross. You did the right thing sheltering the abused from an unrighteous master. I’m very pleased you did.”

While this conversation was going on, the four mages had come out of the water, dried themselves and were getting dressed. Three new elves appeared, bowing towards Draco. He explained the idea and was greeted with big elfin smiles of relief. Sonny and Kreacher started to hold hands during the explanation. By the end all four pairs were side hugging their mates. Kreacher’s normally sour expression had transformed into something more acceptable. The elves popped away to prepare the refreshments.

### UPSTAIRS ###

The first two to arrive were Hermione and Ronald.

“Well did you?” Hermione asked, looking slightly disapproving.

“Yes,” came Harry’s smiling reply: “But not as we expected …”

“… The blue box was empty,” Draco hastily explained; he could see his boyfriend’s reply was not pleasing the other two: “Justin and Michael now have thorough proof that Harry and I are an item.”

“We could give you a lurid account of what went on, if you like,” added Michael, smirking: “We saw them couple and they saw us in the same kind of clinch … Would you like the details?”

Hermione blushed: “I-I think not, thank you. So there was no force-majeure used, then?”

“Well Draco?” Harry looked at his new partner.

“None at all, Granger; I want to be with Harry, despite him holding my oath of obedience.”

“I release you from that oath,” Harry made the necessary wand flourish: “Does that make any difference.

Draco kissed Harry soundly: “Does that give you your answer?”

Harry grinned at Draco: “I’m not sure, perhaps some further confirmation?”

He got it! They were in a clinch for so long that most of the other DA Members saw it as they arrived. When Harry and Draco parted there was applause and a few choice remarks but, by and large, the others accepted Harry’s choice.

“Harry, there’s someone missing,” said Hermione.

Harry looked round: “I don’t think so, everyone’s here, as far as I can see. Who?”

“Blaise – he’s hanging around outside – he needs the secret holder’s permission; in case you’d forgotten.”

“Fine … I’ll go and get him, shall I?”

The party was still in full swing when the dawn chorus started upstairs. Its finale was Draco and Harry being thrown into the pool fully clothed. After that everyone stripped and jumped in after them.

FIN
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