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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}]
(Abduction & rescue – re-living the tortures, but in a friendly atmosphere, mutual masturbation.)
~~~ LEAKY CAULDRON ~~~
After catching the Knight bus to reach London; Harry had recovered from his shock of meeting the minister. Once things had been explained to him, the minister had Harry placed in a thaumically secure room. It was right at the top of the hotel and overlooked a pleasant rooftop garden. Harry thought he might enjoy that, when it was explained that the whole area was warded against intrusion. ‘No weeding, just enjoyment,’ he thought. He had to put that off until the following day, after the present rain had stopped.
A few days later he was sitting at his usual table in the ice cream parlour, puzzling over some potions homework, when he sensed someone nearby who seemed to be in trouble. Harry tried a recently learned exercise, one that Hermione had read about and he had honed, in general extrasensory perception.
It worked, Malfoy was there and feeling terrified. Harry remembered that feeling, it reminded him of an incident when he was still at the muggle school, before Hagrid’s visit. He had been taken short, and had popped into the local public lavatory. As he was just finishing-off an arm had gone around his neck and a hand had gripped his still exposed prick.
“Now, Sunshine, don’t struggle, you’re going to enjoy this.”
Harry knew he would not. Having had his uncle and Dudley playing in his private area before. At least he knew them, this man was a stranger and smelled of sweat. The terror he had felt had fuelled a wish to be safe in his room and – CRACK! – so he was; not that he knew how he got there. Now, of course, he knew about involuntary apparition.
That terror was the feeling that Harry was receiving from Draco, but it lacked the willingness to be somewhere else. There was just abject terror. Harry knew he had to do something about it. He suspected that the magical captor would have probably already inhibited Draco’s ability to apparate and, much as he disliked the boy, he was not going to have a fellow student abducted if he could help it.
~~~ DILEMMA ~~~
Having been rigorously sheltered from contact with plebs, and having been chaperoned by Theodore and the thugs at school, Draco had little street-nous when he landed in Diagon Alley. Well … He thought it was Diagon Alley only … like Harry had earlier; he overshot the fireplace and appeared in Knockturn Alley with its usual provision of shady characters. They crowded around him, admiring his smart attire.
“Out of my way!”
“Think yourself important do you, Sunshine?” A shabbily dressed mage caught hold of him.
“Let go of me you oaf, or I shall tell my father.”
“Who’s your father then, Blondie?” The man, Dirk, was propelling Draco towards an open door
“Lucius Malfoy!”
“Funny, he doesn’t appear to be around, does he, Sunshine.” They were now passing through the door: “I imagine that, with that parentage, you’d be worth quite a bit for ransom. But we will inspect the goods first.”
“What do you mean?” Draco quailed when he saw another man sitting in the darkest corner.
“You’ll soon find out!” Dirk pushed a protesting Draco towards Darty.
Draco quickly found out, because Darty’s fingers whipped open his flies and yanked the blond’s tackle out: “Mmm, nice blond curls … Exuero Te! Engorgio Penis!”
Draco’s garments flew off him into a pile and his dong dinged, sticking out, purple and proud.
“Quite a presentable prick and heavy balls what about the rest of him, Dirk?”
“A delicate bum, but eminently fuckable.” Dirk turned Draco around so that his mate could see the milk-white globes, which he smacked, once each side.
Darty rose from the chair and swivelled it around. Dirk turned and bent Draco over the back of the chair and Darty tied his hands so that they rested on the front of the seat. Darty then applied the cords to Draco’s ankles; tying them to the back legs of the chair with his waist bent over its back. He started to yell so one of his captors issued a Silencio. Now Draco feared for his virginity, because one of the miscreants was exploring his hole with what felt like a finger.
~~~ RESCUE ~~~
Donning his invisibility cloak, Harry followed the emanations from Draco, which now appeared to have a sexual tone added. It did not take long to find the blond and Harry snuck into the darkened room, via the door which the miscreants had left ajar. He found the two abductors easily and, shocked for a moment, thought they had already chopped Draco in two. However, the emanations continued, now definitely sexy, and Harry could see why. One of the men had a slender slightly wedge-shaped dildo in his hand; this he was working in and out of the blond’s exposed hole. The other man was sitting in an arm chair watching. Harry decided to deal with that one first, and cast a heavy sleeping charm on him. The man slumped slightly, but stayed where he was.
Harry took careful aim at the one working on Draco’s arse. He moved around so that he was in front of the man, then cast the sleeping charm and a mild Bombarda. The result was that the man fell backwards, away from the prone blond. As he fell away Draco convulsed – the dildo had been thrust into his anus right up to the hilt.
“You’ve got yourself into a pretty pickle Malfoy.” Harry remarked as he peeled of the cloak. By way of reply Draco could only shake. Harry realised that Malfoy had been hexed silent and set about releasing the Silencio.
“Are you going to untie me, Potter?”
Harry grinned: “I thought I might enjoy the scenery first.”
“Very funny, Potter. Now get me out.”
The cords were made of something that neither of them had seen before. The fabric of them had fused together. Harry tried various severing hexes, none of which worked. In the end, he had to do it the muggle way, using a penknife. But, by the time Draco was free, the Somnolems hex was beginning to wear off, so Draco put his shoes on and both of them disappeared under Harry’s cloak and rushed away. Once out of Knockturn Alley, Draco stayed under the cloak and followed Harry to his hotel room. Only on arriving safe inside did Draco realise that neither his clothes nor his wand were with them.
“Accio Draco’s wand!” Harry waved his and through the open window sailed Draco’s wand.
Draco grabbed it: “Thanks! Accio my clothes!”
They arrived in a big lump on to the floor in front of his feet. He bent down to pick them up: “Oh no!”
“What’s wrong?”
“They’re shredded … Look!” Draco held up what appeared to be ribbons: “They’re beyond anything that Reparo can do.”
Harry inspected the pile: “Are you sure they’re actually your clothes? They look like rags. Um … There’s a note there which doesn’t seem to be shredded.” Harry picked it up and read it: “If you want your bag back then you’ll have to come and get it. We have it under an anti-accio charm. D & D.”
“Oh No!”
“What’s in the bag?”
“My toiletries, a change of clothes and my supply of cash. Circes Calumny! I can’t find my Gringotts key. I’m sure it was in my pocket with some loose cash.”
“Fine … You’re dressing in some of my clothes.”
Draco pulled a face.
“I know they’re not to your taste, but we can transfigure them later. Then we’re going to Gringotts and putting a stop to them using the key. There’s just enough time before they close.”
Two young men ran rapidly down the stairs, through the wall, and along Diagon Alley in the pouring rain without any weather shields up. The arrived just in time to be admitted before the goblins closed the doors. It took them some time to catch their breath, but when Harry showed his key, one of the goblins was prepared to wait.
“We can put a block on that vault, Mr Malfoy, if that will be of help. Then you will have time to sort out the problem.”
“But they’ve trashed my clothes.”
“I’ll lend you some, Draco. Would a hundred galleons be enough?”
“I s’pose so, thanks.”
Harry proffered his key and they went down to his vault in the cart. Although he said nothing at the time, Draco was impressed by the quantity of bullion and objects that Harry owned.
Back up top and out of the doors, most of the shops had closed and both were beginning to feel hungry. They were also feeling damp, because it was still raining.
Harry enquired if Draco intended to return to the manor, and Draco explained why he was fearful of returning.
“Hmm … It’s Theo, he’s out to get me … Got wind of my parents leaving and came to pay me a visit … Brought the two thugs with him.”
“By that I take it you mean Vince and Greg?”
“Yes! Theo’s the instigator, Vince is the heavy, and Greg’s the dogsbody along for the ride.”
“Theo’s a schemer, I know that. What’s he threatening now?”
“He wants my body.”
“Uh?”
“You know … They caught me nude bathing in our pool … called me princess.”
Harry chuckled: “Apt description of how you behave sometimes … But that’s not what your vibes say … Oh? Princess … I see.” Harry waggled his eyebrows: “I’ve not done that either. Merlin! were they going to gang-bang you, like those two in the Alley?”
“Yes. Luckily I’m a better broom-rider than them. It’ll not be too long before they come looking for me. I decoyed them to Blaise’s place, at least Sonny, my elf, did.”
“So you’d like to hide out until term starts?” Harry handed over the bag of galleons.
“Got the idea. I can get Sonny to tell me if it’s safe to go home.”
Pop: Sonny appeared: “You called, Master?”
“Yes. This is Harry Potter.”
“Honoured to meet you, Master.”
“Thanks. What are the thugs doing, do you know?”
“Waiting for Master Draco to come back and chasing around the Manor’s gardens. I overheard them say they would lie in wait for him. Will you be coming back tonight, Master?”
“Would it be safe?”
“Master Theodore’s in your bedroom waiting. The other two are thinking of bedding down in the guest rooms.”
“Thanks for the information, Sonny. I think I’ll wait to see if they grow bored, first.”
“Very good, Master.” Pop, and he was gone.
A knock on the door heralded Tom looking quizzically at Draco, who, still wearing Harry’s clothes, did not present his usual immaculate appearance.
“Smuggling someone in. Were you, Harry?”
“Not really, Tom. Draco’s in a bit of a fix. Some people are after him. Would he be safe to stay for the night, d’you think?”
“Yes, I see. Just between us three, the Minister wanted to protect Harry so he set up the same kind of wards on this room. Can I trust you not to kill each other? According to the rumours, you’re supposed to hate each other.”
“That’s a front we keep up, Tom. It adds a bit of spice to school life.” Draco grinned ingratiatingly. “But this time there are some adult thugs after me. Harry got me away from them, but they trashed my clothes.”
“He was naked so I brought him up here under my cloak.”
“That explains it. Will you be using the spare bed in this room? Only we’re rather busy just now. Of course, Malfoy’s never do anything for nothing, do they?”
“Neither do innkeepers, Tom.” Draco handed over a couple of gold coins. Harry noticed that they were larger than galleons.
“Well, I’d hate to throw a youngster out on a dark night. Why not!”
“I’ll tell my father how accommodating you were, Tom.” A further number of golden coins exchanged hands. “Do you think we might have our dinner up here, please?”
“That’s a relief. I was trying to mentally juggle tables so you could eat and not be seen.” Tom’s smile increased as he registered the actual number of coins in his hands.
“Maybe we could have a late breakfast. We’ll probably stay up half the night chatting about things at school and about our holidays.” Harry dropped several coins into a waiting hand.
“In case you do chat a bit loudly, or play exploding snap. Shall I put up a silencing charm for you? I know we used to stay up late during the holidays when I was at school. Got into some trouble about it too.” Tom smiled depreciatingly.
Harry chuckled: “Thanks Tom. What time dinner?”
“Nine-thirty all right?”
“Fine. We’ll be ready by then,” said Draco.
Tom Left and Draco looked quizzically at his personal saviour: “Harry, you were a bit over generous with Tom, weren’t you?”
“Was I? I haven’t quite got the hang of all the multiple coins yet. The muggles have them as well, but our multipliers are different. They have notes for large denominations.”
“I’ll show you and you can write it down, most of the multipliers are Arithmantic.” Draco got Harry to empty his purse onto the table: “Right … This is the biggest, a wand; it’s worth seven galleons.”
“Oh yes, that’s what I paid Ollivander for mine; so, that should be easy to remember.”
“We call this one a helm, it has got a helmet on it, look. That’s worth three galleons.”
“I recognise that one … it’s a galleon. With its ship image; how much is this silver one with a swan on it.”
“That’s what it’s called … Seven sickles … think of the old song about seven swans a swimming. Now this one’s a try, it has a triangle on it and looks like the three hallows sign. It’s worth three sickles.”
“What’re three hallows?”
“It’s a kids’ story; I’ll tell you some other time. D’you recognise this one?”
“Yes … by the sickle on its face … smallest silver coin … Yes?”
“Yes … To recap; think of the galleon and the multipliers move out symmetrically: first a three and then a seven in both directions. Now about copper coins …”
“… Could we leave those for the moment … Um … I see know how much I paid Tom … It was a bit much … Still, he’ll feel happy about having us here and won’t object too much if we do things … You know?” Harry cupped Draco’s pubes.
Draco held Harry’s wrist and gently pulled it away. Then he squirmed: “That reminds me … Hmm … I need to ask you to do something personal for me. And it’s not what your gleaming eyes seem to suggest. One of those thugs shoved something up my bum and it’s beginning to irritate me. With all this rushing around I forgot about it. Now I’m less tense I can feel it.” He began to take off his [Harry’s] clothes.
Harry shook himself and watched as Draco revealed all. Then the Slyth turned around and bent down, putting an exploring hand behind him: “It’s here. Can you do something about it, please?”
Harry looked and could see a blob of flesh-coloured plastic, at least he supposed it was plastic, poking out of Draco’s anus, it hid the rosy lips of its opening.
Harry giggled: “I’ve heard about these. Aren’t they supposed to give you a thrill?”
“Not just now it isn’t. It’s more like that feeling just before you have a poo, and it’s getting uncomfortable.”
Harry fiddled around with the minimal handle, eventually managing to get a grip without scratching his nails on Draco’s delicate flesh: “This may hurt. I don’t think it was meant to go right in.”
“I’ll grit my teeth!”
There were ridges on the implement. Not wanting to hurt Draco too much, Harry withdrew it, groove by groove.
“Gah!”
“Sorry did I pull too quickly.”
“N-no, it’s not that. I think I’m finding out why it’s meant to thrill. It’s rubbing against something that gives me a real sexy feeling.”
Harry glanced underneath Draco: “Um … Yes … I can see it is. You’ve gone hard. Do you want me to move it around a bit?”
“Better not; couldn’t do with Tom catching us naked and at it.”
“We might get away with it if we were sharing a shower.”
“That reminds me about something I have try out on you, to see if you like it.”
“I’ve got a couple of things, too. Hey, I’m going hard just thinking about them. Tom will be here soon, with dinner. Better get it out, now I can get a good grip. Ready?”
“Yes … Ha-a-a-a-a-a!” Draco spurted as the dildo came out. None too soon either because, as Draco redressed, Tom arrived.
“Thanks Tom. That looks great.” Harry rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“Here’s the talisman for your main course and here’s the one for your dessert. You know how to work them, don’t you?”
Harry was about to confess his ignorance, when Draco said that his Father had shown him.
“The utensils will do until breakfast time. Make sure you lock your door after me … There are one or two odd characters about.” Tom gave a smile and a knowing nod.
Harry and Draco got the feeling he was referring to the two abductors.
“I wonder if they’re downstairs?” Draco looked fascinated.
“Please, Draco. No surreptitious spying tonight, not even under my cloak.”
“You’re quite right, Harry. If I got caught all kinds of questions would be asked and I’d find myself in Father’s punishment cell again.”
“You must tell me about it, but not now, let’s eat, the soup’s going cold. Does the heat-water charm work on soup?”
“I’m not sure. Good thing there’re wards, otherwise the Prophet would have a field day with both of us in the same room and using underage magic.”
Giggling, the two boys set about their first course, occasionally stopping and discussing their homework still to do.
“You were saying something about a shower, Harry?” Draco asked as they finished the last crumb of roly-poly and licked the last drop of custard off their spoons.
“I’ll show you when we have our pre-bed shower; though we’d better have that earlier than normal, just in case we overrun. You were going to tell me about the punishment room?”
Draco started the story of his visit, and the application of the block. Wisely, he left out the sexual politics bit and jumped to bad reports and sexy kobolds. They were both bulging and excited by the end.
“I don’t quite get the bit about the bending bench. Will you show me?”
Draco rightly suspected that Harry wanted him naked and vulnerable. He decided to play along with it.
“Imagine these two forms were the bench.” Draco placed the forms next door to each other and then propped the inner legs on a couple of Harry’s school books. “This represents what the bench looked like when it was open. I was draped over it like this.”
Draco carefully climbed on to the benches and lay face down, gripping the outer legs of one form to steady himself. Harry reacted quickly; sending a mini Incarcerous around the bench’s legs and Draco’s wrists.
“I thought you’d do that. Are you going to tie my ankles as well?” Draco’s pole gave an anticipatory lurch.
“Why not?” Harry applied another small tying-up hex. “So he beat your bare bottom … Um.” Harry removed Draco’s belt and lightly flicked his clothed arse once.
“It works better with naked flesh.” Suggested Draco, wishing Harry would hurry up and release his cramped erection.
“Um … Really? … Um … then I’d better do something about it then.” Harry was enjoying teasing Draco, so he started to undress himself.
“Not you, you daft Gryff. Me!” Draco tried to wiggle his hard-on into a more comfortable position. He did, however, pause long enough to admire Harry’s scarlet pole, when it appeared, almost poking him in the ear.
Harry watched the wiggling arse and stroked it.
“Merlin, Harry. My cock’s stuck in my boxer-flies and they’re cutting into it. Please free it?”
Harry giggled: “I thought you’d never ask,” and then set about opening Draco’s zip and adjusting his equipment into the dangling position.
Draco wasn’t tied very tight and lifted parts of his body so that his upper garments came over his head and dangled from his tied wrists. His trousers and boxers were likewise around his ankles.
Harry knelt on the floor at about kobold height: “Um … so he had one hand holding the strap like this … the other one fondling like this. I don’t see how he could really get enough swing to hurt very much.”
“Ooh! Yes-s-s-s! It had two straps that clacked together.” Draco was revelling in the jerking of Harry’s fingers.
“Sorry Draco, my arm won’t twist enough to strap you. Those kobolds must be double jointed. Will this do?” Harry brought a cupped hand down on a milk-white bun with a report like a firing pistol.
“Ah-ah-ah-ah-h-h!” Draco arched as much as he could. “Again please?”
Harry alternated buns and; not long after, a short burst of applause had Draco creaming in Harry’s pumping fist.
Harry undid the Incarcerous hexes. “C’mon it’s my turn now,” and climbed onto the recently vacated benches placing his limbs so that Draco could tie them down.
Having performed his tying bonds, Draco began to tease Harry. He stroked Harry’s arse cheeks with both hands. As Harry’s legs were slightly apart, Draco could caress the inner thighs as well. Harry quivered in unfulfilled lust. Draco bounced Harry’s balls and rubbed his magic inch.
“Please Draco, pump me?”
Draco patted Harry’s buns with his cupped hand and only when Harry was mewling in frustration did Draco grasp his cock. Almost immediately Harry squirted. Draco caressed the red knob-end a few more times whilst Harry huffed and humped in horny happiness.
Freed; Harry cupped Draco’s delicate bits in a grateful squeeze: “Thanks for that; it was great.”
Draco returned the gesture: “My pleasure was from your hands. Right, Mr Potter, something from your repertoire, please?”
“How about a shower, Mr Malfoy?”
“Slightly mundane, perhaps?”
“Not the way Uncle Vernon does it, it ain’t.” Harry then went on to describe his piece of torture in the hands of Dudley and Vernon.
Two horny students had to look in Harry’s new charms book to find the proper charm to thaumically manufacture a second shower-head and hose. That done, Draco attached it to the wash-basin cold tap, which he could just turn on from inside the shower. Harry carefully regulated the hot so as to painfully arouse, not scald. As they stood facing each other Harry had the hot in his hand, Draco the cold. Alternately one would shower his zone and then shower his opponent’s pubes. On Harry’s advice, the painful squirt up the urethra was avoided. It was a kind of erotic water fight ending as a draw when identically timed jets of sperm hit each rival’s stomach. Cold turned off, hot regulated slightly cooler, and the shower-head overhead, two oversexed young mages soaped each other all over. Their eventual frotting session had more cream mixed with the shower water, and two satiated pink bodies drying each other off.
“Those beds are very wide, aren’t they, Master Slytherin?” Harry had a mischievous grin on his face.
“Thank you for inviting me, Master Gryffindor. I’d love to share. It is a bit chilly and we’ll keep each other warm, won’t we?”
“Yours or mine?”
“Yours, it’s nearer the fire.”
“Be my guest, O pale and interesting one.” Harry turned back the bedclothes and made a grand gesture for Draco to climb in.
Draco made a florid bow: “Thank you, O hairy cuddly bear.”
Giggling they climbed in, pulled up the coverlets and lay on their backs holding hands.
Somewhere about two o’clock Harry awoke lying on his side with Draco stroking Harry’s prick. Harry moaned in delight as his gusher emerged. Draco’s cleansing spell soon cleared that up. Draco turned when Harry sneaked his hand onto the Malfoy boner; once some energy had been regained, Harry returned Draco’s compliment including the huffs of pleasure and the cleaning charm.
Panting over, they turned to face each other hugging close, but nothing extra happened.
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