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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}]
(Frotting under the shower)
~~~ WEEKEND WORK ~~~
Cracks of apparition on Sunday, heralded the Dumbledorian arrival. Draco and Harry were there to greet the ones who would use the cottage’s door as usual. The usual salutations finished they departed down Almoners Row. As was now the norm, various cottage doors opened and their compatriots joined in the unofficial procession. Ash Street and Grumblewell road also added their residents to the converging throng. What was new was another group, headed by Horrty and Hamish, coming out of Milkwood Lane. It seemed that the second-years were interested in seeing what church was all about.
As they entered the church each Dumbledorian took a student under their wing, sometimes as pairs, sometimes as quartets too. There were a number of practical students as well; they had come with Dean and Seamus. During the service there were some whispered enquiries; most of which echoed Harry’s and Draco’s when they were new attendees.
It was Gallus’s turn to read the Old Testament Reading and one of the Muggle parishioners read from the New Testament. After the Gospel, before he launched into his sermon John looked at his congregation.
“I see we have some new faces among us today, I welcome you here and hope that you will be moved to come and worship again. I also see you have some friends helping you and thank them for offering God’s hospitality.”
John’s sermon was about going out of your way to help others. H & D immediately thought about Michael Miller and, in swapping thoughts, missed the rest of the address, only coming to their senses when the congregation rose to say the creed.
The younger ones – both muggle and mage – took a book with them when they went, with the confirmed members of the congregation, to the altar rail; where they received a blessing; as had most of the Dumbledorians before Easter. Despite being warned, most of the new mages-to-be, were still surprised at the tingle when they shook hands with John at the end of the service.
Once they were eating, Draco asked: “Hamish, what is the programme for this afternoon?”
“We thought to take each of the temporary teams and try out agricultural charms with one and construction charms with the other,” Hamish replied: “Swapping over at half time.”
“S’funny, we had much the same idea,” put in Harry.
“So our offer of the ten-acre field is to be taken up, is it?”
“Yes please, Grey.”
“There’s an old house which no-one inhabits any more. Francis said that many houses, once uninhabited for over a year, revert to the Lord of the Manor and therefore to the Trust. He has about three on his lists which need doing up. Is it all right if we make a start on one, Harry?”
“We both agree,” replied Draco.
So, when all the students had finished eating and were wondering what was next, Hamish informed them of the possibilities and sent one team off with Dean and Seamus; Horrty and the Yates took the other team. The Blakes flooed to see Teddy briefly. Because their consciences kept nagging they refused to stay to tea. Eventually Andromeda allowed them to leave and, once home, they wandered off to see how the weekenders were doing. The ten-acre field was full of muddy laughing students and many wriggling plough lines. In among them were just a few straight ones.
When they visited the house, it was indeed dilapidated. The students were carefully taking the slates off the roof and levitating them into neat stacks on the ground. They were equally dirty as the ones who had been attempting to plough.
“Why are you stacking the slates?” Harry asked one of the students.
“Professor Thomas says that we will have to re-use them on the roof once the timbers have been repaired. He says that real slate is very expensive to replace and that the house should fit back in to the environment, once the repairs are complete.”
“Thank you.”
The two Blakes wandered around asking questions until it was time to go back to Milkwood Hall. Our pair settled the students down and then, with Hamish, had a feed-back session. They found it easier to be objective and ask the correct probing questions, because they had been detached from the minute by minute organisation. They drew out of their students the learning that had taken place, and noted where skills were lacking. Debrief over, the horde took to the swimming pool and our pair went back to the cottage’s study to make notes whilst things were fresh in their minds. Afterwards, as it was fine so they sat quietly on the lower terrace before dinner.
“Harry?” Hamish asked. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve asked John and Isabel to come round for dinner.”
“No, not at all, happy to have them. Um … I take it you have an ulterior motive?”
“Yes! I thought he and I might drum up a debate about ethics, and involve the students. Ernie made a remark to me earlier, about something you said to him. It involved helping an old lady across the road and the payment of money. Will you repeat it and then leave us to sort out the pros and cons. If you stay you’ll feel duty bound to defend the proposition, and many students will defer to your judgement. John and I can take opposite views and then let the students have their say. Have the evening off; so to speak. Seamus and Dean tell me you might have something entertaining planned, just relax and enjoy it.”
Draco giggled embarrassedly and Harry blushed bright red. “Um … Thanks … Um … We’ll do just that. You’ll see the hordes to bed, won’t you, please?”
“Of course we will; no worries. Have fun!”
After Harry had told his short story, their first port of call was the cottage’s basement. Harry wanted to check on the ward work notes for his next session; Draco had a couple of ingredients to prepare. He met Blaise and the two elves in the lab who were on the same mission.
Next was a mass port to Number Twelve where Hermione had decreed a formal dinner for her birthday. Afterwards the four woodwind players gave a short recital.
Celebration over; some of the Dumbledorians stayed for a drink or two, chatting about things political. This was something the Blakes encouraged; it gave them a less rarefied source of information than that provided by the ministry, or their seneschal colleagues. There was a bill for limiting the use of Ministry transport coming up. They knew that economies had to be made in the exchequer but wondered about the real motives behind the proposed legislation.
Harry was still mumbling about these as they went upstairs, Draco was feeling slightly miffed at being ignored.
“Quit worrying – my motives won’t be mysterious once I get you under the shower, I can categorically assure you,” said the blond.
Harry needed no second bidding, quickly divesting himself and going to turn the taps on. Once they were thoroughly wet, Draco turned the taps off and squeezed shower gel onto both their hands. Each soaped the other, carefully exploring their bodily curves, ending up in a tight bottom hugging embrace. They developed a slight rhythm. As Draco moved up, Harry bent his knees slightly; the resultant friction of trapped members between their bellies was highly arousing. What also added to the enjoyment was the feeling of his partner’s bum-muscles flexing and dimpling under his hands. Quarter-of-an-hour of increasingly vociferous noises had extra lubrication added to the soap bubbles in-between them. Shuddering in delight Harry managed to turn the taps on again and hot steamy kisses were clouded by a hot steaming shower.
Lazily they patted each other dry and then meandered lovingly towards their bed. There was an orange harvest moon out, so they used the bubble to bask in its light, noting the autumn tints just beginning to show in the wood.
“Aren’t we lucky, Harry, to have such a beautiful place?”
“Yes, and such great friends too.” Harry put his arm round Draco’s waist and Draco followed suit. The stood in a happy reverie, watching their two owls hunt, and the moving shapes of the trees teased by the wind. One of them shivered slightly, that led in an agreement to get between the sheets, where they lay gently hugging and regaining the necessary warmth for sleep; Minister’s motives forgotten.
~~~ BAVARIANS ~~~
There was little difference in this week than the previous, apart from the progression of learning. Wizengamot on Saturday was followed by the Village dance.
Many of the Dumbledorians arrived. Those staying in the cottages used Chantry Alley to get to their abodes thus diffusing the number of people coming out of Harry’s front door. The practical students were not enamoured of the impending jollifications, but promised to come along just to support Dean and Seamus. Before going to the village hall the Dumbledorians congregated at the cottage. Ginevra and Astoria arrived wearing dirndl skirts and some of the other girls had followed suit. Draco chortled when he saw them, and beckoned Harry up to their room.
“What we need are lederhosen, but I don’t fancy bare knees,” Draco said.
“Why?”
“To compliment the girls’ dresses, nitwit.”
Harry chuckled.
Draco got to work with his wand. Soon both of them had leather knee-breeches on; with wide leather braces joined by a broad chest strap, decorated with stylised flowers. White full length socks and a white shirt complemented the attire and to complete the set a long open green waistcoat.
“You sure this is all right, Draco?”
“It shows your bum off very well. How about mine?”
“Mmm delicious, stop flexing it or I’ll attack you.”
“Very Good! Let’s go down.”
The girls were overwhelmed.
“You look really edible, Harry,” Ginevra said. “Thanks for dressing up to partner us.” And gave both of them a peck on the cheek. Astoria followed suit.
A number of Dumbledorians looked at their leaders’ get-up and disappeared. Half an hour later a regular Bavarian troupe led the way to the village dance. The practical students followed at a distance, no doubt wondering what they had let themselves in for. As soon as Grandpops saw the Germanic group he called them over.
“I can call a couple of Austrian dances if you like?”
“Which ones?” asked Draco.
“A progressive Ländler and a Polka.”
“I’ve danced those before; all we need is the music.”
Crassus was nearby. “We have tunes for both, if you want,” he offered.
“Okay, but not at the beginning; let us get into the mood first.”
During the second dance Draco took a group of eight and went through the steps with them.
“This Ländler is very much like a waltz,” surmised Seamus.
“Yes, it is,” Draco replied, “the waltz grew from Ländler roots.”
“I think we could carry it off, don’t you?” Dean suggested.
They nodded agreement and went back to the fray.
Draco nudged Harry: *I can’t see any practical students sitting down, can you*?
H: *No! They’re all on the floor making fools of themselves and thoroughly enjoying it*.
After their demonstration and the consequent free-for-all, the leather clad party were enjoying some Butterbeer when John came up.
“Well done Dear Boys, you’ve got the parishioners talking about theming the dances; it could be a lot of fun. I must say your students have taken to it. Look at them?”
The Blakes had to agree; some of the Dumbledorians were taking a breather, but the students were all up and bouncing. Draco had agreed a progressive polka with Grandpops Foley and after another quick coaching session the second demonstration took place. Everyone piled on to the floor jostling in the tight packed space, almost tighter than a disco club with rave rockers.
Sitting it out for the next session; our pair were approached by two old ladies.
“Thank you for the polka, it brought back such happy memories for us. Our husbands came from Austria, and we were married there between the wars. We escaped just as the Nazis moved in; we had dual nationality then, so it was comparatively easy for us. Many of our friends disappeared, but that’s past waters now. Thank you again, it was wonderful.”
During a sit-out two or three dances later, a pair of perspiring students came to their table bearing pint glasses of Butterbeer. Harry was about to scold them about underage drinking in public, but one of them beat him to the draw.
“Professors, we clubbed together to buy you these drinks as a thank you for bringing us here. We never thought it would be like this. We all thought your demonstrations were real cool. Cheers!”
Harry looked round and saw all the students waving to them, so he raised his glass, alongside his partner, and toasted them silently; not that they could have been heard above the music and jocularity. They noticed that Horrty, Seamus and Dean had also been given equivalent pints.
Dumbledorians and students were still raring for more when the dancing stopped. They pestered the wind band to continue. Draco had an idea and went to chat to the Smiling Ones and Grandpops.
“Form up for a conga,” he called.
After a quick demonstration the company thought it would be fun. Draco took the lead and had two rounds of the marquee before heading out towards Milkwood Hall. The wind band had great fun accompanying them outside. Whilst three of them kept the repetitive theme going the remaining one would improvise. Two or three rounds inside the veranda weaving through other rooms and garden, managing to pinch snacks as they trolled through the kitchen, then someone stumbled and a pile of laughing students brought the line to an end. In sorting themselves out, they began to realise how exhausted they were; stumbling off to bed in a semi-comatose state.
Back at the cottage, Harry shambled up the stairs with a very attentive Draco following him, eyeing every revealing flex of his lover’s leather trousers. Once inside the bedroom he pounced, stroking Harry’s increasing tension through the leather.
“I thought you were tired?”
“A certain body encased in tight leather has altered my mind.” Draco’s hands were caressing between Harry’s thighs.
Harry quivered in delight as the hands rose higher, rubbing against his trapped and straining monster. Harry latched on to Draco’s obsession, duplicating it to his great satisfaction. It took them ages to undress each other; each pausing to keep his mate’s libido at near boiling point. Only the threat of permanently stained lederhosen freed their appendages for the final fumbling fruition. Somehow the hot shower revived their passions and a further gratification took place beneath the cascading water; only then, after drying each other, did the broonies and their bodies remind them of much needed slumber.
~~~ SUNDAY ~~~
The group coming from Milkwood Hall seemed bigger than expected. Draco recognised the practical students as being the same and communicated the same to Harry.
H: *All those second-years who came last week are here and they seem to have brought their mates, but there are more*.
D: *Hmm … Yes … I think the practical students have brought their friends too*.
H: *Hamish said something about new elfin singers*.
Sunday morning at church, the augmented choir was in the back balcony. Hamish had introduced the other muggle choir members to the concept of elves and a very clear top-line soared over the congregation, not that they could see the singers producing it. Transformed elves were presented with their cassocks at the appropriate time, returning to the choir-loft and becoming themselves again. When Harry queried the fact that they had not become free elves thereby, Kreacher explained that it had to be their master who gave them freedom. John’s notices reminded them of the Harvest Home in a week’s time and asked that volunteers for decorating the church please liaise with Samantha. His sermon was about building the temple, not the bricks and mortar one, but the temple of pure faith in one’s innermost being.
Hermione and Gallus went to help the churchwardens with the count and John asked Harry to help with the harvest service.
“Green man again, if possible, but not the Full Monty this time, please?” He added with a chuckle. “Green robes and a garland would be appropriate I think, Dear Boys.”
Harry agreed and introduced the new students to the vicar; still amazed that they had decided to come to church en-masse and bring their friends. What with the Dumbledorians, the choir people and the students, there were enough young people on both sides to split up, so both a football and a netball match took place before the regular pub lunch.
When time came to pay the bill, the publican was quite hesitant.
“What’s the problem, Richard?” asked Harry.
“Our cook, my wife, said she was over-faced with all the work for the Sunday lunches, so Hyacinth and Winky volunteered to help. Once Mavis had become accustomed to the appearance of her helpers they formed a team to produce the best menu variety the Farmers Arms has ever had for many a year. Quite a few of the dishes were made in your kitchen, Harry, from your ingredients. I thought we could keep the books straight, but it has become a nightmare. Our other regulars have had main courses from your kitchen; your group have had sweets from ours. I’m going to have a headache trying to work out who gets paid for what. Just to really muddy the accounting waters; the same variety of starters seems to have been made in both kitchens.”
Draco was silent for a minute, thinking. “Firstly, charge everyone the prices quoted. Secondly put the money into a pool. Next take off your normal percentage profit plus Mavis’s wages. Once that’s done give Mavis and Winky the total number of dishes, and get them to work out how much came from each kitchen and then divide the money up on that basis. Give our share to Justin and we will decide how to account for it.”
“Thanks Draco, that system sounds reasonably workable. What about Winky’s and Hyacinth’s wages?”
“They are already covered by other means, Richard. They work under an entirely different system,” said Harry. “Just to make it easier, do a paper transaction for our combined bill, and give us the difference, or vice versa and we’ll pay the difference.”
“Mmm … Yes … That’s even easier. I’ll sort the other regular bills first. You know, if many more people come on Sundays, I’m going to have serious problems accommodating you all.”
"Perhaps we’ll just bring the choir and the booked class in future. Something like the numbers we had last week. That will ease your accounting problems. However, I’m sure Winky and Hyacinth would still be able to help regularly, that is if Mavis wanted them to,” Harry suggested.
“You forget, Harry,” Seamus interrupted: “That we are working on the new room where the inn’s stables were. That should solve the accommodation problem without Richard taking on extra helpers just for Sundays.”
“Winky and Hyacinth were trying out the new arrangements,” added Dean: “The elves’ magical tunnel is already in place.” He chuckled: “Probably a good thing, with the extra students coming. I think we should wait; many of them are intrigued by the new inter-school portal. I hope we can keep them attracted to church as well. Many are trying it out for the first time. I counsel not making any drastic curtailments. In about four weeks we should have the functions room ready.”
“Mmm, that would make things more manageable. The extra menu variety is very welcome; I’ll chat with Mavis and her helpers; then let you know. Thanks for the offer.” Richard bustled off looking slightly less fraught than he had been.
Later on Justin reported a profit of nearly twelve galleons, and asked what to do with the money. On asking Winky where the ingredients came from, she said that the Hogwarts kitchen-elves had made most of the dishes. So Minerva was consulted.
“We would have had to feed them anyway, Justin. Therefore, we require no payment, in fact, the drain on our resources was less than we expected.”
Harry became involved, wondering if there was another way of accommodating the overflow in the interim, or repatriating them to Hogwarts for the meal.
“I think part of the fun is eating away from school, Harry,” Minerva replied.
“Okay then. I’ll see if we could have the village marquee erected for a couple of weeks and once it’s ready, in the functions room. Perhaps the school-elves could arrange the food facilities.”
“Let’s try that next week, Harry. It seems a workable solution.”
The conversation wound on with Dean and Seamus becoming involved. Eventually the parties concurred that if Hogwarts food was served at the Farmers Arms; each alternate week’s clear profit should go to a muggle and a magical charity in turn, because both muggles and mages would have contributed to the extra cash. After talking to John, Justin and he agreed that the magical amount would go to the long-term patients’ comforts account of St. Mungo’s, and the muggle amount to Christian Aid.
The students were resistant to returning immediately to Hogwarts. Some of the second years wanted to continue refurbishing the house and had brought friends to help. Seamus and Dean shrugged and set about organising the work-party. This time however there was no agricultural training in the second half. The practical students gathered around Horrty and Neville saying that they wanted to go and see unusual plants; thus a hiking party was formed with the Stamps accompanying them. Yet another group, headed by Justin and Blaise wandered off to High Clough Gill to watch or participate in hang gliding – muggle and magical types all mixed together. Justin teaching the necessary glamorising charms.
Worn out students and Dumbledorians appeared at Milkwood Hall asking that dinner be served there. Winky and the Hogwarts elves had anticipated feeding the hordes at one place or another, so choice of venue was immaterial. The joyful company filled the Milkwood Hall dining-room and overflowed into the Veranda. John wandered in after the meal and was inveigled into another ethics debate. Whilst the second-years enjoyed the delights of the Annex’s pool the older members heard Harry’s brief story and then Hamish and John took sides.
As before Harry and Draco left them to it and, after a preparation session at the cottage, the two lovers went upstairs. They showered extensively and made mad passionate love before going to sleep in a close embrace.
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