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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}]
(Frotting under the shower)
~~~ ANNEXED ~~~
Gregory took the two professors to Milkwood Hall. Once inside they went into what had been the estate office. Gregory had spread the neat coloured plans which he had drawn on the table and now began to point out the salient features.
“I’ve drawn up these plans for interested parties to look at. As you can see, every room has a small bathroom attached to it, including the elfin snugs. There are twenty-two double snugs, four singles and two family snugs. These are situated in the attic space and will house the worker-elves as well as the student ones. As you can see every room in each snug has at least one skylight and some have windows as well. On the two identical floors below we have twenty-two double student rooms making forty-four residents. In this centre section, as well as the two staircases, there are eight single rooms. These single rooms plus the four single elfin snugs on top are intended for visiting Instructors; however, bunks could be fitted to create more student accommodation. Now, downstairs in the main body of the house, the centre room will become the refectory holding fifty-four comfortably. The western one is the common room holding fifty-four chairs. The eastern one houses firstly the locker room with a small servery and then an enlarged kitchen so that Winky or someone can teach magical cooking. There is a possibility of extending the public rooms into the glassed veranda.”
“That looks good, what about this building?”
“It’s an ancient cruck-barn, it will be done up to make an indoor games area, it’s also high enough for teaching flying in when it’s wet. Seamus reckons that he could make a viewing gallery. If so, the covered alleyway situated between the house and the barn would become steps from the front and a covered bin yard outside the back door, partially underneath those steps.” Gregory pointed out the various items on his highly detailed plan.
“I see you have used the ground floor of the west wing for a stable, why?” asked Harry.
“That’s where the stables are now. Tor and Ginny keep their two horses there at the moment. Tor thinks she might like to run a small riding school when she leaves school, open for muggles and mages alike. Then the east wing ground floor is my flat and this estate office and it could be used for tutorials. There’s plenty of room, as you can see. Seamus and Dean think that they can use the alterations as object lessons for the students. Doing it that way will take until summer, so we estimate being on line with phase one completed in time for the student groups to use at the start of the new academic year, in September.”
“What do you mean by phase one, Greg?” asked Draco.
“The accommodation in the house. Did you know that the new work doesn’t alter the outside at all? We chatted to Francis; he says there is no need for the authorities to be involved until phase three. Oh … Sorry … Phase two is the sorting out of the cruck barn, then phase three is the most ambitious, using the old lily pond as a swimming bath and glassing it over. That lily pond used, at one time, to be the bottom-most stew pond. We chatted to Dolores offering her pupils the use of the facilities and she says that she would support our planning application. As the nearest decent pool is at least twenty-five miles away. A lot of the pool idea depends on money being available; however, we might have it ready for next summer on an open-air basis.”
“You have been busy, Greg. Well done, seems all right to me. What d’you think, Harry?”
“It makes the alterations at Chantry Cottage look like peanuts. It’ll be fun seeing it growing each weekend. Isn’t there a change of use involved?”
“Did you know that Wash’s dad works in the county council planning office?”
“No?”
“Well he says that as it is already licensed for paintball and for people staying there. The previous leasers had muggle paintball groups using it until the roof began to leak, so everything is already covered. All we’re doing is upgrading the facilities. He also thinks that, as we already have glasshouses on Woodyates farm immediately next door, putting one over a pool may not be such a difficult proposition as far as the planning authority is concerned. He’s going to look into things at let Francis know how to word the applications.”
“You seem to be working closely with Francis?” Draco had a knowing look on his face.
“Not that close! If I think that’s what you mean. We had fun that day I’ll not deny it, but nothing will come of it. At least he didn’t force me to do degrading things like my father did. He’s working hard at the Solicitor’s practice here. He was fed up with the rat race in London and the hard-nosed attitudes of the partnership he was in. So he negotiated with the retiring legal bloke and bought him out. We’ll remain friends; I like his sense of humour, but nothing will go further than friendship. I’m not sure your way of life is for me, either. If you see what I mean.”
“Okay Greg, you’re doing a good job here and we support you. Nice to know Hogwarts does, isn’t it?”
“Yes Draco. So you approve of the plans then?”
“Of course, what’s next?”
“Do you need our official agreement?” asked Harry.
“I don’t think so, well not in writing anyway. Perhaps a word in Minerva’s ear, if you know what I mean.”
“Okay; we’ll have an informal chat with her.”
Blaise and Justin joined them and they went on a tour of the building. In what was to become the dining hall they found Seamus and Dean measuring up. The next hour was taken up with the tour of the premises, relating the plans to the actual terrain. Draco was surprised how little the present internal walls would have to be altered. It was more a case of altered door holes and divisions to create smaller rooms within the existing larger rooms than anything else. The major item was the repair of the roof; because there were obvious signs of water ingress in a number of places.
Dean and Seamus suggested using the slates off some derelict barns to accomplish the repairs. The barns had been old smallholdings in the days long past.
~~~ NEW TERRAIN ~~~
It was quite dark as they walked up to the dam and used the Wood-path towards the apparating gate.
“Harry? Would you mind if we made a path through your shrubbery, just about here?” Dean asked. “It would join on to this end of Chantry Alley and enable its magical residents to come and go out of the public eye. Apart from Dolores in School Cottage at the end and Wash’s parents further up, all the residents are magical. I had a chat with Wash’s parents and they’re quite happy. If we put in a gate near the village pond just by Dolores’s back gate, that will keep things private. Ginny and Astoria already jump the stream and follow a sort-of path to the stables. So we thought to put a little plank bridge there. Basically that protects our magic area and the elves can come and go without transforming.”
“What about Wash’s parents seeing them?” asked Harry.
“They already know. They wandered into Woodyates kitchen one day and found Hyacinth washing up.” Dean giggled: “They thought Wash had changed sides and she was his girlfriend.”
After the laughter subsided, Dean told them how he had explained; adding that the parents would be also able to use the private path that would lead to Woodyates. He would be charming a brass key because the gates would be equipped with magic locks and only open to medallion holders. He also suggested that Dolores be given one, so that she could take her pupils to the barn or swimming pool once they were in commission. The path extension and the end gate plus a few more items were sanctioned.
Chocolate time was nearly upon them when they arrived back. Harry and Draco had just enough time to briefly tell the rest of the Dumbledorians what was happening before everyone retired.
~~~ REJOICING ~~~
The two Blakes were starting to undress when someone started hammering on the door.
“COME IN!” they said, ensuring they were still decent.
“Harry, Draco, me mates. How d’you do it? What smashing news.” Seamus and Dean ran in and hugged the pair.
Kreacher was next. “Masters, what do I do, elves have never been paid for working before? It’s just our duty.
“Don’t refuse it, see Gallus and open an account. Later on you all may think how to use it. Think about Pullet and Phealey, how, if you’d had some cash you might have saved them from a lot of agony; maybe some special furniture for your rooms, or extra books for teaching. What about a holiday as another possibility? Save it and think about it. Okay?”
“Yes Masters, it shall be as you wish. Does that mean that some of the others can have a holiday?”
“Of course, it’s up to you if you want to give your elves a holiday. Do you have someone in mind?”
“Yes … Dorothy … She’s been working as hard as I have.”
“Okay … Oh … That reminds me … Dorothy!”
Pop: “Yes Master Draco?”
“Have you been to see Dobby’s grave yet?”
“No Master. Kreacher’s been asking me what to do with this money. He says it’s the Elder Elf’s job to share it with the rest of us, but we’ve never had any before.”
“Well take a few days off and do so. Sit with Dobby and see what he would have done with it, as a free elf.”
“Will tomorrow be all right?”
“Yes Dorothy, we’ll see you on Friday evening, Okay. I’ll floo Bill and Fleur to let them know you’re coming,”
“Yes Master, thank you.”
The two elves popped away leaving the four mages in the bedroom; lolling on the bed or in chairs letting their excitement turn slowly into calm purpose. In a steadier frame of mind, they belatedly went to their bedrooms.
Whilst showering, Draco and Harry congratulated themselves on covering up their absence, promising each other to do better in future. Their adrenaline rush during the meeting had drained their collective libido so apart from a few sloppy kisses nothing much happened. Contentedly cuddling, their conjoined comatose company enjoyed each other’s comfort.
~~~ MONDAY ~~~
The Blakes were torn between attending the trial and holding a Quidditch practice. They didn’t want to impose on their party members again so they flooed Minerva.
“It suits me if we practice later; Filius and I have had our triple run around the grounds and now want to complete the timetable. Will you two wield our proxy’s for us, please?”
So it was settled, two Seneschals, armed with proxies, attended the final day of the trial of Mundungus Fletcher. As Mackenzie presented the new evidence, Mundungus’s face lost some of its perkiness. He argued self-preservation as an excuse, but that had little effect on the assembled seneschals’ minds. By coffee break it was all over.
“Mage Fletcher, you have been charged with five hundred and sixty thefts, the same number of unlawful selling of magical artefacts, and of gross cowardice resulting in the death of one of our revered Aurors. Fifty nine of those double charges were agreed unproven; however the remaining eight hundred and two charges were proved. This court therefore finds you guilty and sentences you to a minimum turn of fifteen years in Azkaban Prison. Ten years are for the final charge which was tantamount to being an accessory to murder … Mr Auror; please remove him from our sight.”
As Prisoner, Fletcher M., was removed the chairman declared the Wizengamot session ended.
Over coffee, in the Fortescue concession in the Atrium, Emmeline and Sturgis introduced a few more ‘Progressive Party’ adherents and received news that Filius and Minerva would also be joining. Some discussion took place as to how to get the elves to send some delegates and when would be the best time to sell this to the Wizengamot. A couple of hours later Harry and Draco flooed back to the cottage and, after a light lunch ported to Hogwarts for their team’s final practice.
~~~ TUESDAY ~~~
Resplendent in Quidditch robes the two teams met before commencing.
“Hmm … You seem all to be professional players,” Said Draco, firmly.
“Yes, but as a concession to your team we are all retired,” replied their captain: “We had heard of two younger professors’ involvement, so we should be reasonably evenly matched. Anyway, it’s meant to be a fun way of raising money for this new ‘Magic for Peace’ idea that Filius has.”
H: *Don’t push it, Draco. They don’t know of our mental connection yet. That may well be our secret weapon; you telling me of bludgers coming my way and I telling you if I see the Snitch*.
D: *Very well … But I still think it’s off*.
They led out, as usual, being very surprised at the number of people attending and spotting their enclave of charmed muggles, noting that John and Dolores were included. As the match started Harry realised that the opponents, although ex-professionals, had not trained together. His team, having trained, were slower but more co-ordinated. Having been used to Slytherin dirty tactics, Harry was surprised at how gentlemanly the game appeared. Not that Bludgers were not aimed at him or some contact made when two people went for a loose quaffle. Two hours of continuous flying had and agreed time-out for refreshment and the score fairly even at ninety to eighty in favour of the ‘Old Hogwartians’.
The second session became a little more boisterous with the Bludgers being more aggressive. Unfortunately for Harry he was on the receiving end of one of these and, in trying to avoid it, he ploughed into the grass at a great rate of knots. He was out for the count briefly and too bruised to immediately carry on. However, the game continued with Draco as seeker and the visitors’ score mounting quickly.
All was not lost however. Propped in a padded seat on one of the bleachers, Harry used his ocular powers to search for the snitch, and his mental powers to inform Draco. Net result; that with a score against the professors of two-hundred and forty to one hundred, Harry saw the snitch and secretly informed Draco.
D: *Where*?
H: *Second bleacher on our side, ten feet above the left-back corner*.
D: *Got it*! Draco did a loop and dive, putting-off the ‘old girl’ seeker. He managed to scoop up the snitch, just before the luncheon time-out was due to be called and the home team won by ten points.
Much joshing took place in the showers and was still taking place at the celebratory picnic luncheon, served under open canvas, in the amphitheatre overlooking the Black Loch.
Minerva looked at the secret smiles on the Blakes’ faces and gave her usual tight-lipped smile: “Do I get the feeling that Harry being injured actually meant that we had the equivalent of one and a half seekers?”
“Would you like the truthful answer, or a diplomatic one?” Draco replied.
“Diplomatic, I think – at least for general consumption. The other side might just get to know of your extraordinary powers by accident.”
“I take it that you mean the team that plays for a certain relative of mine.”
“Just so, Draco! Tell me about the Wizengamot session, please. We were too busy practicing yesterday.”
“Well … Dung was convicted … … …” Our pair gave Minerva and Filius an overview of the session that they had missed; plus, the news of more members of the Progressive Party.
The afternoon had been allowed for a continuation of the game. This meant that many of the portkeys were not timed until just after six o’clock. Thus an informal ‘Parents Afternoon’ started, as groups of relations were shown around the repaired school buildings and inquiries about their children’s academic strivings received. Draco expected some opposition to his being a professor but, apart from one family whose daughter was a dunce at potions [and most other subjects] he was encouraged to continue his teaching. Most of the remarks were on the lines of; ‘Well; you were Snape’s best pupil, after all’.
Harry had his best fixed smile firmly in place and had reinforced his hand. Most of the mages he met started with commiserations about the accident and finished off by thanking him [yet again in many cases] for saving mankind from a fate worse than death. By teatime both Blakes were feeling rather jaundiced by their reception but, fortifying each other, sallied forth to be pleasant to their elders, and tactfully answer the queries about their students’ prospects. Parents of Dumbledorians that knew about the portal were discreetly asked not to reveal their knowledge. All of them understood that it was in their own and their offspring’s best interest that the satraps were kept ignorant of the various connected terminals existence.
Back at the cottage dinner and quiet were uppermost in our two’s minds. However, they did agree to meet with the new tutors and help them plan lessons and schedules during the following day.
“I still have muscles aching that I didn’t know were there,” complained Draco as they had a shower.
Harry looked at him: “There’s a muscle of mine that’s aching, but it’s not from overuse. From what I can see, you have an equivalent, too.”
“Really?” Draco looked archly at the man sharing his shower and saw an eager prominence.
Harry replied by hugging his partner closely and ensuring that their abdomens trapped the fleshy candles in between. He grabbed a pair of fair buttocks and began to grind gently into his partner,
“Ooh! That’s nice … Hmm … slowly and carefully, please?”
“That’s what I had in mind; some of my hidden muscles were complaining, as well.” Harry felt the Slyth’s fingers kneading his bottom lasciviously.
They stood, gently gyrating, under the hot shower, slowly working each other up to an overwhelming climax.
“That was great! Thanks Lover. Those muscles seem to have stopped aching now.”
One of them turned off the water.
“I agree, but now I’m really very tired and so are you. Sicco Nos!
Now dry; they walked sedately to their bed, flopped down, and promptly fell asleep. A minute or two later Winky popped in, tutted, and drew the bedclothes up over two exhausted naked mages. She cleared away the discarded clothing and with a motherly smile at them popped away again.
They were a little late in arising the following morning. Draco grumbled when Harry cheerfully insisted they do their morning exercises. Nevertheless, he did join his mate, working up a purposeful sweat before they shared a shower. Breakfast around the table set the communal scene for the day, with Seamus, Dean, Gregory and Kreacher. A surprise visitor was the new goblin.
“We thought you had already graduated from your course, Horrty?”
“Yes I have, but I thought it would be useful if we came to a common mind about how we were going to operate.”
Draco chuckled: “You might well become the teacher, you know. We’re still on our course with Gran. We’re not due to take our exam until the end of the summer term.”
“It’s nice to hear a wizard being so considerate. Our culture seems to preach that you’re all bombasts. I didn’t think it was true but, until recently, all goblins were expected to toe the party line, so to speak.”
That induced another chuckle: “You should have been brought up in my household, Horrty. Most of the other pure-blood houses were considered inferior, so called mudbloods were not to be considered and as for the other races, they were definitely beyond the pale. Harry’s done a good job by converting me to a better attitude. Occasionally I slip into the old mode, so I’ll beg your forgiveness in advance, just in case.”
Hortulanus smiled: “Same here, my dad was a stickler for the proprieties. Alas he also expected the same from others. When it came to a show-down with the death-eaters he lost and lost most painfully. It was a lingering death; I can still hear my mother weeping over his bed and later over his grave-patch. Somehow my anger at his treatment metamorphosed into a determination to make a better world. Not by force but by love. In that mood I met Hamish; he’d had an equally harrowing experience. That’s why I’m here, I suppose.”
“Yes, he’s told us about it. Is your mother still with us?”
“Yes thank you Harry, she’s recovered somewhat and is still a bit worried about my working with mages. Not that she’s anti, mind you, more sitting on the fence and hoping for the good. She supports me in what I’m doing, but is quite prepared to comfort me if it all goes pear-shaped.”
Dean put a comradely arm around Hortulanus’s shoulder: “Then we must all work together to ensure it doesn’t. You’ve already shared a couple of cantrips with us and we’ve managed to adapt them for our wands.”
“But you two don’t need wands.”
“Agreed, but most mages do.”
“Do I suppose that a cantrip is a charm by another name?”
“Sort of, Draco. You know the argument that we have about certain charms being hexes or vice versa.”
“Yes!”
“Well the goblins have solved that problem already, they call them cantrips. Hexes used positively or charms used negatively all fall into that category. Thus lighting a candle is a cantrip, whereas setting someone’s hair alight is a hex.”
Draco chuckled again: “No need to list all the ones we’ve argued about over the years. Have you told Filly yet?”
“Not yet; some of the charms the medics use could fall into that category too, don’t you think?”
“Hmm … I suppose they do … like killing the germ to cure the patient … What an idea!”
“Before you go and start researching, Draco. We’re here for a practical purpose.”
“I wasn’t even contemplating it.”
“That’s a Slytherin reply, Malfoy. I could sense you working out which books to start with.”
“I submit … Yes, I was.” Draco could see Hortulanus looking mystified: “You see, Horrty, because we’re linked magically, we inhabit each other’s minds. When we were much younger we tried a thought swapping experiment. It fell through because we became enemies. However, when we were reunited, our cerebral powers became enhanced.”
Draco looked at Seamus: “Do you swap thoughts too?”
“Not really, you two talk together inside your brains don’t you? I get feelings of support from Dean and the opposite too; maybe it’s more a purple thing.”
“Purple?”
“Sorry Horrty. Um … When we were joined magically we glowed pink, that’s the first stage. The second stage is a red aura, and our final stage was a purple aura. With Draco and I it came when we were sexually engaged. But I think it was also a pairing of intellects also. The books we have read say that red is the norm for most pairings, either hetero or homo. They follow the same sequence when you make your trios, Horrty. The Fluence seems to have chosen us to go that bit further and we’re still finding out why.”
“Our nimbus is red, Horrty; Auntie and Uncle Weasley say theirs is red also. Not that you can see the corona usually. I have heard of mages, and I suppose therefore goblins and elves, who are able to see people’s auras.”
“Yes Dean, I have heard of goblins who can, but it’s a rare talent. Although I seem to remember that they see multi-coloured facets of people’s personalities.”
Harry chuckled: “You’re feeding Draco’s insatiable need for research, Horrty. I think we had better start planning lessons, before he rushes off to the library. Now what do you think are the basic charms and cantrips needed first … … …?”
Thus seven magicals started to discuss and sketch out a number of teaching plans … it took all day, but did include some intervals in the pool, swimming to clear their fogged brains. Hortulanus proved to be a passable diver, so at Draco’s and Harry’s bequest, Dean and Seamus created a temporary diving platform made out of parts of the stored staging. Whilst swimming, they evolved an idea about a more permanent fixture, cantilevered over the deep end and leaving a walkway near the edge. And, with a little finagling the staging could be stored underneath it, in a flat pyramid.
Over dinner and after the seventh idea had been posited, Hortulanus asked: “Do any of you dive?”
“No!”
“Then why go to all this trouble?”
“Because you’re a member of our team,” replied Harry from the heart.
“Possibly because we thrive on practical challenges,” suggested Gregory: “I bet that once the other Dumbledorians have seen the board, they’ll want to try diving as well.”
“Erm … Thanks … Hamish said you were welcoming; now I see what he means.”
To avoid further embarrassment, they went on to more light-hearted subjects, finishing the day off with an evening session of goblin mah-jongg.
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