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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}]
(Reference to communal gay sex no real description. But then, Harry reveals Umbrage's sexually tormenting him, with a cat. Draco talks of his tortures and it has a mutually cathartic result.)
~~~ ANXIETY ~~~
On Sunday, after the juicy-breakfast came apparition cracks heralding the working Dumbledorians coming in; then the church bells started ringing. Almost immediately some of the goblin students appeared from Hamish’s house and went off with the three choir men. As they walked into church Harry registered some more young people. Then, as they politely introduced themselves, he realised that they were the student offspring of the magely families who had moved into the village during the Easter holidays. These youngsters gravitated towards their Dumbledorian friends. Draco remarked that, he thought that this was a hopeful sign and, as such, he was not let down.
Each Dumbledorian took a student, or a transfigured displaced elf, under his or her wing helping them with the service. Draco and Harry were surprised at the mellifluous singing voices of the goblins and their accuracy of notation. Unbeknown to him Hamish and Coleman had conferred, producing enough scores for all those who could read music, having had a quick practice before the service commenced. The congregation were amazed by the beautiful harmonies emerging from the pews as well as from the choir stalls.
Harry found the experience very moving; glancing at Draco he noticed tears in his eyes, so they held hands for comfort. When they left church Harry looked round for Dean and Seamus, but they were not there. However, after the football game they appeared, just in time for the Parish Lunch. They seemed to glow all over.
“Where’ve you two been? We didn’t see you in church,” observed Harry.
“Come to think of it, you weren’t around yesterday either,” added Draco: “Hmm … You seem very full of yourselves.”
Dean smiled serenely: “I didn’t think it showed. Now we’ve sorted Seamus’s folks out we thought we’d try to have a rapprochement with my mum.”
“By the look of you, it succeeded.”
“Yes Draco,” replied Seamus: “But it went further than that. Since our confirmation we’ve been prompted by our little voices and we both felt the urge ter go ter Cardiff this weekend. Merlin! What an experience.” The Irishman stood there in rapt silence.
Dean took over: “Mum’s chapel, the Ebenezer, had its Anniversary service. It started at nine and took nearly three hours. That’s why we only just made it here for lunch. When we arrived we were separated not because we were close but because my mate sings tenor whereas I sing bass. The hymns were in Welsh, of course …”
“… My Irish is something similar, so we sat just across the aisle from each other. In the time of quiet after the sermon we were both moved ter give our testimonies …”
“… That was quite something. Then the preacher was overtaken and I was called an Emrys and my mate Cymar. That’s quite an honour, so it seems.”
Both young men stood holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes. Naturally all the Dumbledorians wanted to congratulate them and during the confusion it emerged that once a month the pair would go to Cardiff and a fortnight later spend the weekend at the Fortress.
~~~ AGRICULTURE ~~~
Having been warned in advance, Richard had arranged for them to go into the back rooms – the ones he used for parties. He had also talked to Winifred about suitable diets and had produced a number of his cook’s spicy vegetable pies. This seemed to suit all palates, as did the cider and a barrel of Butterbeer supplied by Carter. Richard noticed some of the wavering appearances held by the new elves.
“Harry, I know about the little people. Those youngsters are having a hard time holding their images. The five or six humans in here follow the old ways and know about ’em too, I vetted ’em afore you arrived. Why not let ’em relax, Eh?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! David wants to get ’em to work his farm, so be warned.”
“Okay. Thanks for the tip-off.” Harry called Kreacher over and told him and asked him to tell his little army.
The young elves had a communal sigh of relief and reverted to their true forms. Not soon after, a certain farmer found Harry.
“Harry. Have you any of those little people available. I’ve heard they’re bloody good workers.” David asked tentatively. “I’m quite happy to pay union rates and I’m going to be short on helpers for planting out.”
“Most of them are in college and on holiday at the moment, David. Not that I’m promising anything, but have a chat with Greg and co, see if they can help out. Our elves are all tied up normally, but for a few days to help a neighbour, it might be possible. Would you be prepared for our older ones to teach others about our special view of farming on your property? Some of my colleagues are trying it out at Woodyates.”
David grinned: “I had heard about it. In fact, being your next door neighbour I have watched them practicing. They seem to have honed their skills to an acceptable level. Did you know that my great-grandfather went to your school, but the gene has missed the rest of his offspring out?”
“So then, your dad was a squib and you know about our world.”
“To some extent, yes. There’s a trunk in my attic with lots of old textbooks in it. When I was young I used to hide up there and read them.” He giggled: “I even tried great-grandpa’s wand out; not that I ever achieved anything.”
“The gene’s very recessive, you know. So with the right magely wife you might produce someone magical.”
“I don’t think so; I shall never marry. Perhaps you and Draco can sympathise.”
The way David said the last sentence, rang bells with Harry: “I believe that our new lawyer is on the same wavelength.”
“Is he now, well, well? Francis and I have shared a few drinks at the bar occasionally, neither of us let on. Not that he’s my type really, but at least we can be friends instead of casual acquaintances.”
“That’s two people you have to go and seek out, isn’t it?”
“Oh right!” David took the hint and went off in search of either Gregory or Francis.
Whilst Francis and David shared a drink, Harry found Gregory and warned him about the situation, saying that he would back any decision he made.
“It could be a nice little earner,” Gregory said thoughtfully. “More ploughing can wait for a week or so, especially if our demonstration has sown the seeds of ideas. Minerva seemed quite intrigued with my picture books. I’ll chat with David during the week. I think it’s the potatoes he wants the drills for, most of the grain is already in.”
~~~ THE ESTATE ~~~
About three in the afternoon Gregory and Hamish organised one team from half of the interested Dumbledorians. Gathering Wash and Grey, Knox and Kellie they went off to the ten-acre field. The other Dumbledorian team went with, Cole, Dean and Seamus to learn practical building skills. Training forgotten, Minerva and Filius went along to observe more thoroughly. About half way through the time allotted, whilst the participants were imbibing tea outdoors, the two school leaders swapped groups so as to monitor both experiences.
The rest of the Quidditch team with two substitutes ported to Hogwarts and tried out various moves. If nothing else, it got Draco and Harry back into thinking tactics. After two hours flying the pair called and end and, still immersed in strategies, ported back home. Without thinking they stripped and, still in deep discussion, immersed themselves in the swimming pool.
Muddy and smiling the whole troupe returned preparatory to the evening meal. Tired and fairly dirty people awoke the cottage pair from their liquid reverie by bomb-shelling into the water. Draco gathered, by listening to the enthusiastic conversations of the Dumbledorians surrounding them, that the time had been interesting and instructive.
At dinner the Headmistress and her deputy were full of questions about the charms and hexes used; starting off a long debate about the nature of hexes; especially the ones that were used for breaking up the ground and creating drill-runs. That argument came back to the old one about fire hexes. ‘Fire warms and cooks our food, so a fire-making hex is really a charm – the contrary view was that fire actually destroys the fuel and therefore is negative’. There was no real agreement, and Filius stuck to his guns about fire-making as a hex.
John interrupted the proceedings. “Harry will you come and help, please? Mrs Pierce has fallen and may have broken something.”
“You know, Lavender and Ernie are here; they’d be the best ones, being trainee Medi-Mages.”
“We’d love to help, John. Just let us collect our first aid bags and we’ll be with you.”
“Good idea. Come along then Dear People;” so exited the first aid party.
The debate rumbled on, lessening like the aftershocks of an earthquake; soon to be forgotten in the common room atmosphere.
Relaxing over the late night hot chocolate, Minerva looked piercingly at Draco: “That episode yesterday; how much was contrived?”
Draco chuckled: “We thought you might suspect. Some of it was, Minerva. I was supposed to take you for a walk and bring you there. However, you jumped on us with the Quidditch team idea and Harry took it forward. Do I take it that you are taken with the proposal?”
Minerva smilingly looked over at Filius: “My deputy is quite vociferous about peaceful magic. I must admit that I had not thought of thaumic farming before. I suppose it’s a legacy from having to learn to fight that awful creature and his minions. Gregory’s quite an artist, you know. His books a very clear and concise; I can think of four or five sixth-year students who might just benefit from some special tuition. You probably know who I mean.”
“Yes, they regularly blow up their cauldrons and then say: ‘So that’s what the recipe means’.”
“I know them too, Minerva,” added Hamish: “They come from extreme pure-blood families. To their way of thinking, Victoria’s reign with all its new-fangled machines, was the beginning of the end for them. They might well take to this agrarian climate here. Possibly, our mixed team of workers might just open their eyes; they still have difficulties in treating the other races as equals. I doubt they’ve ever met muggles of their own age either.”
“Do you think they’ll attack them magically?”
“If they do they’ll have a surprise. Each of our nine, plus John and his wife, wear the scarabs. Herms has turned them into repelling amulets, so if a curse is thrown at them it will rebound on the sender. It also discharges the amulet and warns the donor mage that it wants refilling. Did you know that Seamus and Dean are now red partners?”
“Seamus had told us, quietly. Why the change of subject?”
“It isn’t really; they’re the donor mages for the Yates quartet, just as we are for four of the Stamps. Greg is Art’s donor-mage. Our committee decided to instigate this for every muggle associated with us who lives here in the village. Justin is John’s Donor and Susan for Isabel. We can give you a list if you like.”
“It’s not essential; it’d be just another paper for my secretary-elf to file. I’m quite sure you’ll keep tabs on it efficiently. So what brought this on?”
“Some more attacks on the village and Harry’s abduction on Monday.”
“Oh! Tell us about it, please. We’ve had our heads down in school organisation in preparation for the next governors meeting.”
“It entails quite a lot of sexual torture?”
“You’d be surprised what goes on between consenting adults,” Filius chuckled grimly: “I seem to have that kind of personality that everyone wants to tell their secrets to. I’m counselling a number of students who have inadvertently caught their parents having kinky sex.”
“What about Expecto Spermatozoa, Filius?”
“That one too … Erm … Wasn’t that the one used on you, Draco?”
Draco sighed: “Yes and now Harry’s had a dose, and we found out that Greg’s father had used it on him.”
Minerva looked grim: “I’ve read about it in the Order Papers during the death-eater trials. I suppose that we now have definite proof that the satraps are using it, too.”
“Yes, but not all of them,” Draco replied with an equally harsh expression: “Theo didn’t know it, did he, Harry?”
“No, that was when he caught us in the Hogwarts dungeons.”
“I know of that, from the castle’s magical reporting, but these recent attacks …?”
There followed a résumé of what had happened with a question and answer session at the end. All four of them looked gloomy by the finish.
Things brightened up slightly when Ernie and Lavender returned just before the seniors turned in.
“She’d broken her thigh. It was a simple fracture, so we set it correctly, put it in splints and John’s taken her to Great Grumblewell hospital.” Lavender reported: “We think we could have healed it thaumically, but that would have given the game away; wouldn’t it?”
~~~ UPSTAIRS ~~~
Harry and Draco were met by Pullet and Phealey as they got to the top of the stairs.
“We’ve fed Mrs Pierce’s hens and they’re safe from foxes inside their hutch. John knows about it too, so he can put her mind at rest when he visits her tomorrow.”
“Are you joining us in the bedroom?”
“Can we? Ooh; yes, please.”
Seamus and Dean were there so Draco asked them if they would like to join in.
Six beings in the shower worked its magic, as did some of the lavender oil. Harry felt an extra frisson or two. Firstly, feeling slightly naughty, because his first partner was not his mate and secondly because of the closeness of his mate enjoying the same sensations.
First session over; they rested, chatting lightly about the weekend and the week ahead and making plans for next weekend. The last session had loving mates together again. Taken on his back, Harry looked up into Draco’s adoring eyes. Seamus was the same with Dean. There was still that extra thrill of copulating very close to others enjoying the same experience including the ever faithful Phealey and Pullet. Pringle’s mates cleaned the mess away, and after a general kiss-in, the pairs of lovers went to their respective rooms, there to snuggle and sleep.
~~~ MONDAY 19/04/99 ~~~
In the morning Hamish nabbed Harry and Draco and took them to see Minerva in her office at Hogwarts. Harry was on tenterhooks; wondering if he and Draco had overstepped the mark by allowing some more muggles the knowledge of the magical world. Some of his unease passed off onto Draco.
“Ah come in Professors, it appears that your colleagues have put in motion the extension of our curriculum.”
“Um … Well … You see …” Harry started off, still thinking that he was in trouble.
“I see this is like a certain first-year Quidditch Seeker’s first interview.” The headmistress peered over her spectacles in a very Dumbledore way, smiling.
Briefly, Draco wondered if it were catching and whether Harry would be gazing at students from above his glasses, soon. He also tried to internally advise Harry that maybe they were not in trouble.
“As you know, Filius has been talking to us for ages about giving more nonviolent training.” Minerva continued, “He calls it building for peace. Whilst the terror was upon us, we could only think of combat and defence. Now, although there is still a lesser threat from the Seignior, we both feel that the time is ripe for us to extend our syllabus. Mages like Mr Goyle, for instance, would have benefited greatly from that approach. I’m so glad you found a niche for him on your joint estate.”
Draco sensed that Harry was still sorting out what had been said, so he replied on their behalf.
“I think we were both wondering if we had allowed our colleagues to go too far, but it was the prompting Harry’s little voice that led us to encouraging them.”
“His little voice seems to be remarkably well informed, Draco?”
“Um … John says it’s the Spirit speaking to me … Um … If that’s true, then the information comes from an impeccable source … Um …” Harry looked bewildered, wondering where his statement had come from and yet knowing it to be true.
“I think John’s right, Harry. You do have that uncanny knack for knowing and doing the correct thing, even if it is somewhat unconventional.” Hamish looked admiringly at the Gryff.
The two young professors looked at each other, fearing that the headmistress knew about their sexual antics.
Draco sought to take her mind away from that particular subject: “I suspect there’s more to this story, Minerva,” and looked quizzically at the headmistress.
“Yes there is. Thank you for bringing us back to the realms of practicality, Draco. Much of Albus’s fortune was left to Hogwarts. The stipulation was that a bursary be established for building more peaceful pursuits. His will stated that until Voldemort had been defeated this clause was not to be divulged, and it has recently had the governors debating exactly what was meant by it. Now that the threat has dissipated, who but Albus’s protégé should come up with the answer?”
Minerva turned to the portrait above her head. “Is that what you had in mind, Albus?”
“Exactly! Harry, my boy, I knew you would come up with the answer. Congratulations!”
“Um … Well … Lots of others had an input … Dean, Seamus and Greg especially.”
“I’m glad you are still friends with them, and especially with Draco. Severus and I were at our wits end trying to pair you up.”
A dry chuckle came from Severus’s portrait. “I see you’ve woken up at last, Potter. As for my godson, he has to be led to the trough and have his head pushed into it before he’ll eat.” There was the hint of a quirky smile on Snape’s dour face.
Draco coloured up, bristling. Harry squeezed his hand and Minerva held up hers. Thus quietening the outburst before it started and eliciting another dry chuckle from the black garbed portrait.
“We have put this before the governors, of course, but I expect it to get their approval. Harry and Draco, would you mind if Filius draws up a paper to present to the governors next Friday. The ideas from your trio of muggles plus Dean, Gregory and Seamus would be a great help. Perhaps you would allow him to visit after our Quidditch practices?”
“Very happy to oblige, Headmistress. Would you like to stay over for the week, Filius?”
“Thank you, yes.”
Perhaps we’d better tell Kreacher?” Draco suggested.
Pop: Pop. “We’ll tell him Masters, if you don’t mind.” It was Phealey and Pullet.
The surprise appearance gave Harry the giggles, but he managed to affirm agreement.
~~~ REVELATIONS ~~~
That night, as they were showering and discussing events, Draco stroked Harry’s bottom seductively.
“Fancy a bit of nooky? Or will your little voice object.”
“I think my little voice understands our animal needs better than we do.”
Harry sealed the compact with a big wet kiss. Two nearby elves matched their masters’ enjoyment as well. The bed squeaked its approval for quite a time that night, albeit in two separate sessions. After the first session neither of them could fall asleep so they lay there chatting.
“I’m surprised how unperturbed Minerva appears, about our being together, when lots of her contemporaries are so anti.”
“Perhaps it goes with the job and being around lots of sexed up teenagers.”
“The previous headmistress was a hardliner, you know.”
“Yes, I know she was; I tried to avoid revealing anything personal about myself; not that I succeeded. It was fairly easy really as she was so single minded about ‘getting Potter’. In those days I was in the malicious Malfoy mode so we co-operated; not that I really liked the toad-with-a-bow.”
“‘Getting Potter’ went quite far you know – much further than cutting the back of my hand with a blood-quill. I’ve never told anybody about this before. D’you remember taking me to her and she had you fix me in that pillory so she could thrash me?”
“Ooh yes! I was very miffed when she told me to go back to my patrol. I really wanted to see you beaten … Thinking back; it was your arse sticking out, that was so appealing. Then again we’d played with your tool already, so I was probably lusting after you, but not acknowledging it … Sorry … Go on with your story.”
“Um … Well … She set up locking and Muffliato and then took my trousers and undershorts down, but it wasn’t a cane she took to my backside … … …”!!!!!
!!!!!“… … … Now Mr Potter, rumour has it that you are not interested in the ladies. That will not do, you know. Every good wizard has a duty to procreate. I shall have to take some samples just to make sure there is no impediment.”
“What …? Professors are not supposed to interfere with their students like that.”
“Where did you hear that nonsense? I have to make a report to the Ministry on every aspect of a student’s capability and in your case, Mr Potter, and that includes your reproductive capacity. Exuero Te!”
Umbridge wasted no time; she pushed a bench between his knees and pointed her wand at Harry’s fright-shrivelled cock: “Erecto Penis, Engorgio.”
Despite his fright, Harry’s cock stood out proud and shiny. Umbridge went to her room and emerged with the black cat with half an ear missing, which she placed on the bench. Kitty was inquisitive and walked along the bench to between Harry’s legs. At first it smelled his arse and then took a series of appreciative sniffs at his crimson cock-head. Because of the position of the pillory Harry was already bent at the waist, ready for the expected caning. It meant that when the cat walked between his legs, it rubbed itself on his danglers and scarlet rod. It arched and rubbed, as cats so like to do, sending thrilling shocks into Harry’s libido. Umbridge encouraged it with sweet kitty words.
After a time, a pearl appeared between his glans lips. The cat stopped, sniffed and extended its tongue. Cats’ tongues are rough and Harry huffed as the sandpaper-like taster licked him clean. Then the cat returned to rubbing and purring.
“It seems, Mr Potter; that you are able to lubricate as you should. Let me see the next stage?”
Because of his fright and anger Harry held back, delaying the fruition in order to spite Umbridge. The cat rubbed and elicited many more pearly-drops. The process went on with Harry’s tender glans-lips becoming enflamed from the cat’s attentions. He started to scream each time it licked.
“You are making too much noise, Mr Potter: Langlock!”
Harry now knew that he’d have to give the witch a sample, so instead of holding back he co-operated and willed himself to cum before the cat drew blood. His balls screwed up ready for ejaculation. The cat mewed and jumped off the bench. Umbridge stuck a narrow-necked glass tube on the end of his prick.
“Evacuans!” she gloated, waving her wand.
The suction elongated his glans and pulled it into the tube. The pain was excruciating as his prick was squeezed through the narrow neck. Nevertheless, the cream came out and started to fill the tube up. That eased the suction slightly.
“Have you finished, Mr Potter? If so I will remove the sample flask.” Umbridge reached between Harry’s legs and pulled down sharply.
There was a pop and the tube came off. The pain was even worse and Harry’s tears rolled down his face. It left him with a very bruised and swollen glans.
“That will be all, Mr Potter. I will not tolerate any malingering in the hospital wing. Should you decide to go there I shall have you removed and kept here until you have given me further samples. Is that understood?”
A miserable Harry nodded his acceptance … … …!!!!!
!!!!!“… … … There was no way I was having her do that again, so I got some cotton wool and stuffed it down my underpants. It was agony peeing, but I managed until it healed. It wasn’t the only time she had me either.”
“You’ve got me all hot with that story. I think I shall go and buy a cat …”
“… No please Draco!” Then Harry saw his mate smiling lasciviously.
“Alright … Only kidding … I’m glad you told me. Voldie cursed me in my fifth year; it was a sexy curse you see … … … …”
Draco told Harry of the goings on and his discomfort. That loosened Harry’s memory and he related stories re Umbridge gauging him. In turn that led to Draco revealing Graucus’ duplicitous dealings. By the end of their revelations they were hot again so Harry grabbed Draco’s dong and started dinging it … And so the second session of the night got under way.
They did sleep soundly thereafter.
~~~ REST OF THE WEEK ~~~
Most of the daylight hours were spent practicing and bringing the staff team up to scratch. There were enough Dumbledorians who wished to play, so they formed a team and a number of friendly matches took place. Filius went into conference every night with Gregory, Seamus and Dean. All of them kept smiling.
The Dumbledorians let their hair down on the 21^st, using Number Twelve’s ballroom to celebrate Dean’s nineteenth birthday.
There was no play on Friday afternoon because Minerva and Filius had to attend the governors meeting. The two professors and Hamish used the time to re-read their order papers.
It was after dinner that Draco and Harry were approached again.
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