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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}]
~~~ HARVEST ~~~
At Tuesday’s staff meeting the new phenomena of student weekends was discussed at length. Minerva was worried that homework would be neglected. Filius was pleased that the second year students were undertaking a project voluntarily. Argus argued that being able to visit the village was a privilege, quoting the pass regulations for visiting Hogsmeade. Hamish spoke up for his musical students and how they were broadening their experience. Harry pleaded for the ethical and religious needs of the students. Septima countered that by saying that a service and Sunday school could be held on Hogwarts premises. A discussion took place about suitable rooms for such activities. Dean pointed out that the practical students were not confined to school premises. Draco mused upon the fact that the village passes were probably an outdated Victorian restriction. Poppy suggested that being allowed into the village be regarded as a privilege that could be rescinded from individuals if they misbehaved or failed to complete homework consignments. Seamus pointed out that the eighth-year and some seventh-year Dumbledorians had already broken the restrictions and no real disruption had taken place.
In the end it was agreed that Sundays would be open access as long as the participants attended to their religious duties first. Saturdays would be restricted to those doing weekend courses and Filius would designate those eligible with Horrty, Dean and Seamus keeping a register of participants. The whole decision to be reviewed in the light of practice, probably at the meeting before the Christmas break.
“Tell us about this project you mentioned on Sunday?” Harry demanded: “Something about a room at the Farmers Arms.”
“We’ve had a chat with Richard, Minerva and the Hogwarts kitchen-elves,” Dean explained: “Some time ago, Richard had toyed with the idea of turning the old stables, at the rear of his pub, into a dance area. He’d managed to get the stalls cleared out and piled at one end, but then he saw a wane in that type of entertainment and went no further. We had a look at the place and Minerva agreed that this could be a project for the practical students to undertake. So with Richard’s permission we will set-to and he will have a functions room. At least that’s what he will call it. Once the room is finished we’ll show the students how to permanently transfigure the old wood and make long tables out of it. With the remaining timber we hope to conjure up stacking chairs to match the ones John has at the parish hall. Those, plus the ones John says he will lend to us, will mean we should be able to seat a dozen-score people. That’s nearly half of the student body. It will also act as a larger meeting room for the village. Larger that the village hall, that is.”
“Kreacher, Winky and the rest of the elves have got tergether,” Seamus continued. “They’ve made a sort of food tunnel from Chantry Cottage. It’s a magical one, not a physical one. It’ll end up in a servery at the rear of the back room, so the Hogwarts elves can deliver stuff directly there, like they do at the school tables. The idea is; that designated people will collect the food for their table of eight from a hatchway. Then it doesn’t matter if muggles get mixed with us, as it’ll look as if Mavis’s kitchen is making all the food and sending it along their cellar passageway.”
“It will make Richard’s accounting much easier,” added Dean. “The dining room will be exclusively Mavis fed, the functions Room completely Hogwarts fed, and only the back room will be served by both, but from different ends. Mavis’s helpers with Winky and Hyacinth are having a great time devising new menus which all three kitchens can produce. We had a lot of fun planning this, but we feel as though we could sleep for a week now.”
“Thanks for keeping us up-to-date. Is there any mileage in having a thaumic cuisine course?” Draco asked: “Many magical homes have no elves, so the adults have to cook for themselves and should have had a proper nutritional training.”
“A few of our practical students have been unofficially helping Winky.”
“Elves are expected to help.”
“That’s not what I meant, Pomona, I meant humans and goblins as well.”
“Oh! Sorry! I keep on forgetting the new legislation. I don’t know why; I have all kinds in my classes.”
“May we keep it on an unofficial basis?” asked Minerva: “But keep an eye out for others who may be interested. There are many magical households who might welcome cook-elves.” She looked at Kreacher: “Perhaps that’s a new category for your reeves to consider.”
“Yes Mistress, perhaps some of the restaurants might like waiter-elves too.”
“What a good idea! But let’s play this one softly, there’re a few years before the first graduations take place, and we would have to think of suitable certification.”
“Perhaps asking Master Florian and other magical restaurateurs about practical placements for the most capable students?”
“Tom might like a knowledgeable bartender.”
“As I said, let’s approach this gently.”
“YES MINERVA!”
~~~ TEMPTATION ~~~
On Friday after tea Draco and Harry ported to the Annex. Dean and Seamus looked very drawn when they greeted them. Harry cast a silent diagnostic charm. The Blakes reviewed the information so gathered.
“Are you two having too much nooky?” Draco amusedly asked.
“Huh? No time for that kind of fun … Too much to do,” replied Dean tiredly.
“Well then; we’ll look after the students tonight. You two go and have some time-out together.”
“Great! We can finish off …”
“… No … You cannot finish anything off at all,” said Harry sternly: “As your appointed supervisors we are telling you to have time off.”
“But …”
“No excuses … If necessary, we’ll lock you in your bedroom.”
“We’re adults now; you can’t order us around,” Seamus objected.
“Can’t we?”
“INCARCEROUS! MOBILICORPUS!” The Blakes towed the objecting tutors to their bedroom, deposited them on the floor, lifted the Incarcerous and placed an anti-mage barrier across the head of the stairs; thus allowing the two tired tutors access to the bathroom but not to their study downstairs.
On their way back to Milkwood Hall they met Hortulanus.
“Have you been wearing yourself out as well?”
“No way, Harry. Those two want to get everything done yesterday. As an agriculturist I have learned to pace myself, just as nature does. You can’t hurry her; she gets things done, but takes her time about it. There are things we can do to help her, but seeds grow in their own time. Like young Teddy needs playtime and love to help him develop, it cannot be rushed. Neville knows that, so does Pomona.”
So Hortulanus and the two professors conducted the usual welcome chat with their second tranche of second-year students; explaining what they were to do and introducing the Yates; then asked if there were any questions.
“Professors, may we use pool please?”
“At any time when you are not required elsewhere, you may.”
Almost the whole room decanted towards the water, stripping completely as they went. Only a bookworm and two chess players were left in the veranda.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Draco beat him to it.
*Isn’t it grand to see youngsters with no inhibitions? After all, the Dumbledorians always indulge. No need to worry; little can come of it if we keep a gentle eye on things*.
Harry scowled at his mate; then shrugged. *Are we going to join them*?
H: *Us in the nude, chasing cavorting couples around the Milk Wood is not my idea of fun, thank you. Besides professors have to exude a certain amount of decorum. Look at the dong on that one*!
Harry looked and admired; then tuned in to Draco. *Do I get the whiff of double standards in your make-up, Lover*?
Draco continued ogling. *Not really. I can look but nothing else. We have a sacred duty to our charges, and having sex with them is definitely out, so are other kinds of manipulative behaviour*.
*That’s rich! Coming from a prefect who had his henchmen hold me down, stripped me and tossed me off until I came*, Harry bantered.
D: *You said you enjoyed it*?
H: *So would that one over there, he’s almost waving it at us*.
*Oh yes! So he is*. Draco schooled his face into a disapproving scowl and glared at the young man.
H: *How do you do that*?
D: *What?* he asked, still scowling.
H: *Think one thing and look just the opposite. I always give myself away*.
D: *You managed to play dead pretty convincingly in the battle of Hogwarts; you fooled everyone including Voldie*.
H: *That was easy; I just breathed very slowly and thought relaxation. But you lust after the bloke and put him off at the same time*.
D: *I suppose I must. Blame my father’s upbringing, Malfoy pride and Slytherin politics if you like. All a good training ground for hiding one’s true feelings and being able to lie like a trooper … Just look at the bum on that one*.
H: *I’m not looking; the other one is still waving his prick around*.
D: *Well stop staring at him, you’re only encouraging him and I know you agree that our charges are not fair game. It’s you who taught me so*.
H: *Okay*! he sighed. *I get the point, how’s my censorious grimace coming along*?
D: *Very well. He’s just jumped back in and is swimming to the other end with a very red face … The one with the curves is bending down, nice rosebud. Look*!
H: *I don’t think he’s displaying for us, Red-face has swum back and is having a good ogle*.
D: *Oh yes, so he is. How far do we let them go*?
H: *Do you fancy sitting awake in the dorm they are sharing, all night? My dorm was experimenting with each other at this age. Neville got very upset when he caught Dean and Seamus in the same bed, first time*.
D: *I can imagine! I reckon Hannah’s bringing him out of his shell though*.
H: *Maybe! You know, they came and asked me about hetero sex and protection. They were very bashful when I went into details*.
“Really? You never told me about it.” Draco was so interested that he lapsed into speech.
“No, I didn’t. I had only just got to know what we did in bed from Dean and Seamus. It was the first time I knew about condoms, too; Ron wanted to borrow one. Very embarrassing!”
“Did he return it?”
“Ee-ew!”
“Quite! Now that escapade is something you must tell me about when we’re in bed. I can feel you getting hot, so it’ll put us in the right mood for some personal entertainment, later.”
Over evening chocolate, Harry told his story and after seeing their charges into their dormitories, our pair went through the wood and, after lifting the barrier, sneaked a peek into the bedroom. Dean and Seamus were fast asleep, nose to tail, in almost the same position as when they had been confined. Carefully H & D mobilicorpussed them into the bed and covered their friends to insure their warmth.
Once returned to their own room at the cottage and in bed, Harry re-told Draco about his first adventure in sodomy. How it was sparked by him not knowing what a rubber was, and the consequent frolicking. As could be expected, Draco wanted a replay with him in Harry’s role and Harry playing the other. They even managed to wake up in the middle of the night for the rematch.
~~~ SATURDAY ~~~
Harry daffodilled Kingsley; with the result that they would have a morning session and Draco an afternoon session.
When told to have some more time off Dean was flustered. Draco could sense an impediment.
“Very well, tell me what’s worrying you?”
“How do you know?”
Draco gave him a knowing look.
“It’s a purple thing, isn’t it? Oh well! John expects a large congregation for harvest and we and our trainees have re-erected one of the transept balconies to hold the expected extras. It’ll hold over a hundred people. We thought to seat the students there and Samantha suggests that you and the other teachers sit in the squire’s gallery opposite, so that you can keep an eye on the students.”
“We have some finishing off ter do. Fiddly bits like,” added Seamus.
So Draco and Hamish took over organising the students in place of Dean and Seamus after a short argument, extracting a promise that the practical pair would only finish-off the side balcony and nothing else. Three of their practical students volunteered to help them. Harry took over in the afternoon and the day went seamlessly with a lively feed-back session after tea. Draco’s story was also told in middle ages guise. He digressed somewhat, giving Harry some headaches in producing illusions of the tortures described. Their audience loved it.
~~~ SUNDAY ~~~
This was the morning of the Harvest Home. Neville woke Harry and Draco with their robes and instructions for the day. Once dressed, they descended into a packed living-room and patio. Hannah, Ginevra and Astoria were dressed in diaphanous green, to match the emerald cloaked men who were our pair and Neville. Kreacher presented an enormous basket of produce for Harry to carry, and two large sheaves of corn; wheat for Draco and barley for Neville. The girls were given sprays of autumn flowers and a basket of arranged fruit.
Whilst the students and Dumbledorians walked to church; the official party hung around listening to the bells.
Horrty was the organiser. “When the bell-ringers change from ‘Plain Bob’ to ‘Grandsire’ that’ll be our signal to move off - - - - - - - - Yes … there it is; the tenor bell’s just started staying at the back. Now let’s go.”
Harry led off, with the two sheaf-bearers immediately behind him. Two of the girls had big bunches of autumn flowers and one carried the fruit basket; behind them came the wind band with Seamus and Dean on sistrum and side drum. The tune was more solemn than when they danced for the spoiled crops, but it still had the lilt that made Harry’s feet swing along. They used the west doors of the church. As they entered, the tune altered into Mr G. J. Elvey’s tune of ‘St. George’s Windsor’, the instrumentalists and organ played the first verse as the procession started up the central aisle.
The green men headed this parishioners’ procession bearing their harvest gifts, as the rest of the congregation joined in the hymn: ‘Come ye thankful people come, raise the song of harvest home’. The two baskets and the sheaves were placed reverently at the foot of the altar and the girls flowers in vases around the lectern. Harry, Draco, and Neville helped John to place all the congregation’s gifts around the altar, leaving just enough room for the conducting of the service. As the choir was now in the back balcony, the Church Council members occupied the old choir stalls. Harry’s group were conducted to the door of the Squire’s Balcony. One turn of the spiral steps had them arrive at the gallery; there were places for them on the front row next door to Minerva. He felt very conspicuous, but was soon overawed by the atmosphere of thankfulness and praise. They sang all the favourite harvest hymns: Wir Pflügen and Golden Sheaves to name but two.
John’s address was quite short: “We must be thankful for the gifts God has given us. Not only in the bountiful harvest we have received, but in the abundance of talents and people to exercise them. Most of us are accustomed to the old ways, and have readily welcomed one of its chief practitioners; he sits amongst us as a green man with his colleagues,” Here, John waved a hand towards the balcony: “We have been blessed with an increased choir and talented instrumentalists. We have also been blessed by an army of small workers who, by and large, stay out of the limelight. We see them not as they really are, but as facsimiles of ourselves. God’s children should never be despised, or need to hide themselves. I ask Carter, Winifred and Dorothy to come forward.”
Harry felt alarm, guessing at what was about to happen, so did Draco. The inner voice pleaded calm and gave reassurance to both of them. ‘Greeks and Romans are the same in God’s eyes,’ it whispered.
“You all know these helpers from Chantry Cottage; at least you think you do.” John added. “Now is the time for their true selves to be known. Elder Kreacher is a respected teacher, Beldam Winky is a very talented cook and Beldam Dorothy has charge of a small army of domestics.”
As their name was mentioned each elf resumed their proper form. Only a few of the congregation gasped in surprise. Harry thought it was because the elves had been helping the farmers with their root harvest, or sprucing up individual gardens belonging to the old and infirm. He also remembered that many in the congregation were now magely families.
“Praise God for the different talents and gifts he has given us, no matter what parcel he wraps them in.”
John spoke with a commanding ring in his voice and a visage of ecstasy; then the choir broke into ‘Praise, O praise our God and King’ in a very beautiful choral anthem setting. Half way through the singing stopped and the wind band and strings took over, elaborating the theme wonderfully. Their cadence led back into the choir’s voices for the final glorious verse.
During this space of music Harry took in the surroundings. The smell of the produce was delicious: fruit and vegetables lined every available ledge and accessible cornice. Samantha’s ladies had made colourful tableaux in flowers. He glanced over to the transept gallery and at the students, who all had awed faces. He looked over at the three shining elfin faces sitting next to the council members. He glanced at the bright faces of the servers sitting in the sanctuary. He experienced an enormous feeling of overwhelming joy, and via his mental connection to Draco understood his partner was feeling the same sentiments. As the choir sang the final, ‘For his mercies still endure, ever faithful, ever sure.’ The whole congregation seemed to be united in one experience of God’s love.
The silence that followed was deep and prayerful. John’s voice rose out of that feeling as the versicles and responses swelled at the beginning of the consecration prayer. The Sanctus was the true outpouring of the congregation’s loving devotion. The dispensation of the bread and wine took much longer than usual, despite both church wardens being licensed to administer. However, the loving prayerful atmosphere was continued by soft motets and instrumental pieces until everyone had finished.
At the end of the service the loving quietude seemed to flow out with the congregation into the village square. By arrangement with the authorities, Dan had cordoned off the roads. Out of the doors and gardens close by, came people carrying brightly adorned tables, chairs of all descriptions appeared. Dean’s and Seamus’s group had their newly made tables appear. The Dumbledorians went into the pub and soon reappeared carrying enormous harvest pies which were placed strategically around the open air dining room. Casks of Butterbeer, cider and Fleur wine were set up. Students who had attended before quickly picked up conversations with counterpart muggles; people wandered from table to table chatting, plate in one hand and tankard in the other.
Kreacher had overcome his diffidence and was sitting with Dolores reading a story book to some of the younger children, an entranced Teddy among them sitting on Andromeda’s lap. The Elder Elf altered his intonation so that each character had its own voice. The children giggled and clapped as the incidents unfolded, cheering the good characters and hissing at the bad ones in true pantomime tradition.
The main meal was finished but the fraternising wasn’t. Urged on by Dean and Seamus, the musicians started to play lively dances. Mr Foley rose and started calling the figures and Hamish joined him. The throng responded by clearing a space in the centre and joining in the jigging, not minding mistakes or alternative steps one bit.
The pies were still there, steaming deliciously, inviting the participants to cut a slice and spoon its contents onto their plate, and then wander off to chat or be inveigled into the dance. As one pie finished so it was replaced. Sometime during the proceedings fruit replaced vegetables as the filling, and later on still, scrumptious cream filled cakes replaced the pies. Urns of tea, coffee and chocolate, replaced the empty casks and the joyful uproar continued unabated. As the evening drew in George, Ronald and Percy re-appeared carrying boxes, Harry greeted them knowing what this presaged.
Their fireworks were a fitting end to a perfect day.
~~~ WEEK ~~~
The following week and weekend were uneventful apart from more students arriving on Sunday. Both groups of second-years were captivated by their ‘Saturday Project’ rejuvenating the house. It meant that Seamus was with them in the morning; then he swapped with Dean for the afternoon, but two of the trio stayed with them all day to maintain the continuity.
That Saturday’ After a short Wizengamot meeting Draco was switched off to Harry and switched on to a difficult diagnostic problem with a potion. So, for the first time, Harry was the solitary host at Number Twelve to the reforming party’s afternoon session. Astoria had agreed to come and help; she boosted Harry’s confidence greatly. Her family had been used to politicking until they went into voluntary isolation when Voldemort took charge; as did quite a number of leading magely families. But they had trained hers and her dead sister, Daphne’s, intellects in the ways of government. Thus she was able to subtly guide Harry and stop him making too many gaffes.
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