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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}]
(a little gay forniation)
There was an air of anticipation about on Friday. Most of the students were staying in-house for the half term. Some had their parents coming to visit and take them out; a few were being taken away for the week. Those who were staying had heard a rumour that there was a dance at the annex; the result was a flood of requests to be allowed to attend.
Minerva called Harry to her office during the tea break.
“Why are the students reluctant to practice dancing when we put on a ball and yet all want to go to the village dance?”
“It’s about making a fool of yourself, Minerva.”
“How so?”
“A ball is a staid affair, where you have to be on your best behaviour, either because you want to impress your partner and/or not make a social gaffe. The Village Dance is about fun and no-one cares if you trip over your feet or turn the wrong way. It’s the same when we have a pop-group, there may be some slight wish to impress, but that would be in the way of personal interpretation of the music.”
“I think I see. That’s not why I asked to see you. My impression is that seven-ninths of all the students wish to attend, I’m afraid the village hall will be overcrowded.”
“Why not use the barn?” Harry asked: “It’s bigger than the village hall and the students would not be leaving the school premises. The annex dining-hall and veranda could be used for refreshments. John was saying something about the villagers not realising that Milkwood Hall was now a school; that might be a subtle way of showing them and giving them hospitality, too. Those who want to sit out could watch from the balcony. We might even show them a bedroom or two.”
“Wouldn’t that disrupt John’s organisation?”
“Not really, they had it once at Chantry Cottage, when we were attacked, remember? One do was under the marquee on the bowling green. Using our barn might be a good way of involving the residents in other activities, say a concert or a play; then we’ll be seen to be enhancing the community. There’s little social reaction between the main school and Hogsmeade, is there?”
“Apart from commercially, no there isn’t.”
“If you like, I’ll port over at tea time and have a chat with John, Samantha and Grandpops, they’re the main organisers. Just to make sure we don’t tread on any toes. It shouldn’t take that long.”
“Very well; I’ll defer the decision until then.”
When Harry went to the vicarage he found all three organisers sitting around supping tea whilst checking the details about organising the dance. There was no problem, as Harry expected. Samantha came with him to the cottage to chat to Winky about augmenting the refreshments. In the end the Hogwarts elf-chef became involved, leaving Samantha with the idea that he worked at Milkwood Hall, without actually saying so.
Harry was back just in time to give Minerva the thumbs-up and take his final two classes of the day. In the changeover time between classes Harry mentally brought Draco up to speed. Draco was finished earlier than Harry and went to advise Kreacher and Dorothy. That caused a flurry of elves busily preparing the barn under Samantha and Dorothy’s tutelage. Samantha saw magic being performed for the first time. Later Dorothy reported that the village organiser had not seemed too surprised at the revelation.
When Harry finished his class he put his teaching papers away and went to the portal; arriving there at much the same time as Hamish. There was quite a crowd of students waiting in the corridor. Harry used the daffodils to contact Seamus. He came to hand the second-years through and supervise their setting up in the house that they were repairing. Hamish took the second batch of third-years through and sorted them out in one wing of Milkwood Hall. That left Harry with two eager fifth years – Amicus and Gareth – plus a number of students who were going to their recently bought homes in the village.
Once through the portal all but the enamoured two, dispersed to their homes.
“Where are we staying, Professor?” Mr Avery asked as they commenced walking up the path.
“In mine and Draco’s home, Gareth,” Harry received a feeling of impending peace and he knew something important was about to happen.
“Oh … I thought we’d be given a room in the new annex.”
“They’re fully booked, either with practical students or the weekender’s. Besides, I thought you two wanted to be private.” Harry sat on a seat on the downstairs patio and signalled the other two to do the same.
“We do,” agreed Amicus, sitting down: “But in your home, that’s something we didn’t expect. Why? We haven’t been among your best behaved students, have we? At least I haven’t.”
“I agree, but we found out the reason for that and cured it. Let me explain. For some time now I have been prompted by a little inner voice. It suggests things that are beyond what normal behaviour would say was prudent. When I trust it and do what it requires, many surprising and positive results occur. Healing is just one such outcome, as it was with your freeing from compulsion, for instance.”
“Yes, thank you again, I’m just starting to see what a burden it was. That little voice thing sounds mystical, something like Professor Trelawney and her crystal ball,” Amicus giggled: “I cannot see you dressed up in shawls and bangles, you’re far too practical for that.”
“All of us have a spiritual side to our make-up, boys. Draco’s and mine were boosted enormously when we were confirmed as Christians last Easter. It’s an inner soul-experience … Um … How would you describe feeling full of magic to a muggle?”
“With difficulty; it’s just there, it fills you and you glow.”
“Same sort of thing, an enormous sense of peace and eternity is part of it: then there are urges to do something beyond the call of duty and in the face of prudent common-sense.”
“That could be the Fluence, Professor,” Amicus looked sceptical.
“Yes it could, but it feels different, a sort of conscience, if you like. The Fluence can force you to do things contrary to your will, as you recently experienced. The Spirit suggests things that result in the good of another person, never to anyone’s detriment.”
“My father would say that encouraging us two to form a homosexual partnership was to our detriment.”
“Do you feel that he’s correct?”
“No, but it could be our rampant teenage hormones driving us on.”
“Yes it could be, I agree. There’s a school of thought that says we have to pass through this stage before we are fully mature. Another school of thought suggests that it’s genealogical and you cannot escape your fate. For you two, you have the possibility to find out, knowing that we’ll support you, whichever way you decide.”
“Mmm … Thanks, Professor … Could we see our room, please?”
“Of course … Kreacher?”
Pop: “Yes Master Harry?”
“Which room have Masters Amicus and Gareth been allotted?”
“The back guest room, Master; is that alright.”
“Was there a choice?”
“Not really, everywhere is fully booked, even the Farmers Arms. Goodman Hamish has a house full of choir members, Master Smiles are in the four-bed Barn-attic …”
“… No need to list them all. I imagine you and Dorothy have it all worked out efficiently as usual.”
“Thank you Master,” pop; and he was gone.
“Is Dorothy his mate?” Amicus asked as they climbed the stairs.
“No, that’s Winky our cook-elf. Dorothy’s the Chatelaine for the various houses the trust owns. Kreacher’s our Reeve.”
“You have a family trust? All good pure-blood arrangements, very reassuring.”
“It’s an educational trust, Amicus, slightly different, Milkwood Hall is the trust’s, as is Woodyates farm, and a number of other properties here and in London.”
“Sounds much the same as ours … Erm … May we use the pool?”
“Of course, the one at the annex expects a bathing costume of one type or other. The one here is in skinny-dipping mode. Come to think of it; the third-years did the same at the Hall a fortnight ago.”
The two students’ eyes widened.
Harry saw their expressions and chuckled: “As I pointed out, we go that little bit further. Enjoy your stay!”
Harry went to his bedroom and, looking out of the bubble, spied Draco swimming. The brunet stripped off and went to join his mate. On the way downstairs he thought he heard an intake of breath from the guest room’s half open door, Harry ignored it.
*Interesting conversations you have, Lover. Do you think they’ll join us*?
Harry stood on the side of the pool registering the presence of the three Yates plus Seamus and Dean: *If they do they’ll be in compatible company*, and jumped in.
Two students with towels wrapped around their middles peered timidly through the door.
Draco saw them: “Come on in, we’re all of the same mind here at the moment, if you see what I mean. Tutors Thomas and Finnegan you know …”
“… Stop being fuddy-duddy Draco … Here we use our given names, I'm Seamus and this is me mate Dean. Now; in the water are Cole plus Wash and Grey, those three are charmed muggles. The only things they’re wearing at the moment are their medallions. Do I suppose yer two are mates; yer must be, yer’re holding hands. Hey guys this is Ami and Gareth. Get those towels off so we can ogle you. To be fair yer can ogle us too.” Seamus briefly waggled his bits at them and then saw two elves approaching: “Here come Pullet and Phealey, we don’t know of any gay goblins yet.”
“Then here, in our home, you must call us Harry and Draco,” Harry invited: “Come on, jump in, we don’t normally have an orgy until it’s midnight. It doesn’t matter if you get a boner unless the girls are around, then we’re slightly more circumspect. Ah … Here come four straight guys, at least they say they are. Where are the girls tonight, Guys?”
“In a hen party at Ginny’s and Tor’s place,” replied Crassus as the four nude Smiling Ones appeared.
They bomb-shelled into the water, deliberately aiming for the three Yates who, of course, retaliated by splashing water at them. That set off a mad half-hour and in the chaos the two new ones slipped into the water unnoticed. They soon forgot their inhibitions and uninhibitedly joined in the game of cock tag when it started. Amicus felt-up both Draco and Harry during the game, but the two professors did not think it the right time to return the compliment.
The gong stopped play before things got too far out of hand.
“No need to panic,” said Harry, eyeing two semi-inflated dongs: “It’s a dressing gong; Hyacinth bashes it to give us time to get decent for the meal.”
“Are we eating with you, P-Harry?”
“If you wish to, Gareth. You can go to the Hall and eat with the third-years if you want to. With this few of us we’ll eat around one big table, friendly-like.”
“Oh!” Gareth looked hopefully at Amicus who nodded affirmatively: “Then, yes please.”
“Good, see you in quarter of an hour,” Draco replied: “It’s very informal.”
H: *Why the added bit*?
D: *Some pure-bloods still dress for dinner, especially the old codger family I suspect they come from*.
H: *I hope we haven’t put them off*.
D: *Surprised them, certainly. I think they’ll hang in with us, even if it’s only because they have a double bed to experiment in*.
H: *I hope it’s a bit more than that*.
D: *So do I, but we’ll see. Don’t forget you have a story to tell to the third-years*.
H: *I haven’t*.
At dinner, from being silent at the beginning the two new ones soon joined in the friendly banter. They stayed with the others, enjoying the common-room atmosphere as D&H hoped they would.
Our two walked over to Milkwood Hall in time to share chocolate with the second set of third years. About to leave they saw Peter.
“Shouldn’t you be with the house project group, Peter?”
“I’m staying at Hamish’s house with the singers, but I went to see Grandpa and came here automatically. So I stayed to hear your story again. But it was not quite the same story that you told us,” accused Peter.
“Do you remember the discussion on teaching and how we vary the elements to suit the hearers?” asked Harry.
“Oh; right! I understand now. You’ll not be telling us the same story again will you, Harry?”
“We haven’t got that far yet, Peter. Maybe we’ll do something different, who knows. I’ll just wait for The Spirits’s inspiration. Mmm?”
“Oh yes, the vicar was telling the choir and servers about that at last week’s practice. He said we had to look for guidance and that it often came disguised and from the most unlikely places. We were talking about miracles and magic; I think it started when the muggle members were asking about green men.”
“Miracles and Magic? Please Explain?”
“We were talking about the wine and wafers representing Christ’s blood and body, I think. Then we went on to talk about Jesus turning water into wine at the marriage feast in Cana.”
“That would be a reasonably easy transfiguration charm. If he was stronger that we two linked ones, which is to be expected of him, then he could do silent wandless magic easily.”
“That’s what we thought too, Professor. Elisha’s staff that cured the baby we thought sounded like one of the goblin fire-staffs. Moses had a staff that he used to part the Red Sea and later he made water spring out of a rock with it.”
“So they had some form of wand; interesting. What was that other thing about being led by the Spirit?”
“He said he sometimes takes ages to prepare a sermon and then the Spirit takes him and he talks about something entirely different. He compared it our singing and playing when we get carried away by the music. He talked about coincidence being God’s hand guiding us; like that weekend and the five houses being for sale.” Peter was very enthusiastic.
“Well Now, looking back, I can see some of those coincidences, too. Maybe that’s why I’m still alive. I was sent back; you know …” Harry went on to briefly describe his experiences in the heavenly Kings Cross.
“That’d make a good basis for your next story, Professor. It’s awe inspiring,” Peter encouraged.
“Really? I was quite frightened by the experience, but it worked out well in the end. Except for the deaths and injuries to my friends, that is.” Harry looked sorrowful so Draco unobtrusively held his hand.
Peter, seen safely to Granary Cottage, Goodnights said, D&H ambled slowly back to Chantry Cottage, Harry hugged Draco gratefully as soon as they entered their bedroom. There was little need for talk; Draco received the message clearly through their mental link. Soon another message was being sent, it required an urgent physical response. Clothes were shed, hot water turned on and a soapy experience entered into. Steamy was a good description for the shower and the goings-on beneath it. Satisfied, they stole into bed, snuggled under the sheets, and slept in soporific somnolence.
~~~ SATURDAY ~~~
The morning was taken up with advanced DADA for Harry and Potion deciphering for Draco. Lunch at Fortescues had them lazing about at Number Twelve, partly in the solar and partly in the roman bath.
Draco was not to tell his story that evening, because everyone trooped over to the decorated barn. D&H collected their escorts as they went. At Draco’s silent prompting, Harry complimented Ginevra on her dress, as Draco did for Astoria. It was worth it for both girls blushed prettily and smiled warmly.
*Much better than their peculiar attitudes last year*, thought the boys simultaneously to each other.
Kreacher and Dorothy had worked their magic on their supplementary plates; which, added to the other parishioners’ offerings made a veritable feast. Winky and Hyacinth had been brewing; not only Butterbeer but Fleur wine, one of Hyacinth’s recipes. Of course Richard had donated a barrel of cider. For the younger students and village early-teens there was their own bar, with all kinds of enticingly labelled drinks. The refreshments were in the dining hall at the annex, whereas the veranda had the bars set up plus an assortment of comfortable chairs. Some garden furniture had been set up on the lawn also. The majority of the dining room chairs had been carefully mobilliarbussed onto the balcony which ran round three sides of the perimeter of the barn’s interior. It made an ideal viewing point for those sitting out recuperating from their exertions.
The Corps of elves – Kreacher’s name for the unattached ones – had spent a lot of time decorating the hall. Every light had a pumpkin-like carved head on it; the walls had displays of glittering broomsticks and glowering skulls in amongst purple swathes of cloth. It was carefully done so as not to alert any muggle susceptibilities and yet not to offend the mages with tawdry gimmicks. As for the masks that people wore they ranged from gruesome Frankenstein heads to glittering venetian-ball masks, with everything in between. A number of people had gone in for a complete change of identity, males dressed as females and vice-versa; many others had put on fancy dress. Grandpops and Hamish had invented appropriate names for the dances they called, although the set-movements were the same. A lot of fun was had trying to identify the partners you had danced with in any particular formation.
There was a lot of hilarity as the participants learnt new steps and fell over one another’s feet. Hamish and some supposed goblins demonstrated a new dance and everyone joined in. Because the dance was organised, no one felt left out or awkward. Many times the partner you started the dance with was not the one you ended it with. Hamish turned out to be an accomplished caller. Because he had been involved in this kind of dancing before, he and Grandpops Foley took turns calling the dances.
Draco and Harry were worn out and admitted as much to each other silently as they climbed the stairs back at home. A dreamy shower, led to a dreamy look at the stars in the bubble. A languorous love-in led to a languid lassitude as they slept soundly.
In the back guest-room things were much livelier. It started with a joint shower without any other dorm-mates chivvying them about when it would be their turn. They took their time hugging and frotting with a broonie sitting out-of-sight awaiting their offerings. It was well rewarded. Next was some Winky special hot-chocolate. Then came the moment of truth, it was Amicus’s turn to bottom.
“I’ll go carefully,” Gareth assured him, patting and kneading his buns. Amicus became aroused just from his mate’s caresses. Soon slicked fingers were widening him out preparatory to entering him. Amicus relaxed as much as he could; knowing that he would be giving his lover much pleasure and thankful that now they could both be equal in their partnership. It was a new sensation, there was a bit of burn but Gareth had prepared him well so it soon disappeared. Coupled with Gareth fisting his cock Amicus enjoyed their coupling and joint climax immensely.
~~~ SUNDAY ~~~
Cracks of apparition woke Amicus and Gareth and they ambled into their own private bathroom. Amicus was slightly sore, but Draco had given them a lotion to rub on. There was some arousal but nothing came of it. They dressed and went down for breakfast being surprised that only juices were on the sideboard.
“Winky will rustle up something if you ask her,” George said: “But we normally go to the service fasting. The most we have is a glass of fruit-juice, if that. It leaves room for the earlier communal lunch at the Farmers Arms.”
Gareth looked at Amicus and shrugged: “Then we’ll follow the tradition of our hosts.”
“Good. I’ve been assigned to look after you during the service. You’ll find other Dumbledorians doing the same service for others who do not know their way around. It’s not difficult, but it’s possible to become flustered if you have the wrong book open. I’ll also whisper some explanations about the ritual as well.”
“Thanks, this is all very new, we don’t want to drop a clanger. Can I hear bells ringing?”
“Yes, there’s a set of nine in the tower. If you’re an Arithmantic buff, I could introduce you to the tower-captain later. It’s not quite my line though. I’m told that they can ring a peal without repeating the same sequence once in just over three hours. A few of us are part of that team, but it’s muggle run.”
“I’m the numbers nutter,” said Gareth: “Ami’s inclined to music.”
“Hamish and Dolores – not the nasty one – run the choir. If you want to join I’m sure he’d find you a place.”
“Let’s see if we like it first,” replied Amicus cautiously.
“Of course, but know that any friend of Harry’s or Draco’s is also friends of ours.”
“Not sure we’re friends yet, but they did offer us a double room at their cottage.”
“That’s enough to be going on with, enjoy it while you can. Too many of us lost close mates during the war.”
“Yes, sorry about your twin brother. My folks were on the wrong side they got killed too.”
“We need to heal divisions, so talk of sides is out, understand?”
“Loud and clear, George.”
They were nearly at the church door when the conversation finished. George took them beneath the new balcony; sitting where they could just see the altar, and opposite the squire’s gallery where The Blakes and the teachers sat.
“Dear Parishioners, let us thank God for all the saints.” John started, after the first hymn had been sung: “Those who gave up their lives for the faith … Those who laboured-on when they were opposed by force … Those who helped others, unsung and unknown … Those who quietly went about doing good and not being thanked … Those who stood-firm and led Christ’s army … Those whose erudition taught the church and its people … Those who shut themselves away to pray for the salvation of mankind … Those who endured torture for the cause of righteousness … Those who rescued others from appalling straits … For all the saints, let us thank the Lord.
“THANKS BE TO GOD!” was the congregation’s reply. Draco and Harry mentally added the names of the Smiling Ones, thinking briefly of their rescue from Theo.
During the distribution, the woodwind quartet played a version of Schubert’s Ave Maria. Harry noticed one or two people with exalted looks and a couple with tears in their eyes. Service over, that couple went to the Smiling Ones and thanked them for such a beautiful rendition of one of their favourite tunes
In the porch, as the Blakes shook hands with John, he asked: “Dear Boys, would you help out a week next Sunday please? You see it’s Remembrance Sunday and we have most of the service around the War Memorial. Perhaps you would like to read out the names of those recently fallen in the battles Augusta has told me about. Hamish says he will do so on behalf of the goblins and Kreacher has agreed to remember the elves.”
Harry hesitated, as always. So Draco agreed to read their list.
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