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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}]
~~~ AMULET ~~~
Amicus and Gareth hung around with George and the Smiling Ones early in the afternoon, they were still slightly cautious of D&H, not yet sure of the professor/friend interface. After a time, the Smiling Ones found some female interest and wandered away on private trysts. George and co went back to London after tea, but not before the new pair were introduced to the Stamps, who took them for a walk around the village, chattering as they went.
The Stamps went home for dinner so the new pair returned to Chantry Cottage. Hearing shouts and splashing from the pool the stripped in their room and wandered down nakedly. Arriving at the pool they hurriedly placed their towels strategically, blushing furiously.
Draco saw them and climbed out: “Has something embarrassed you?” he enquired.
“There are nude girls in the pool and sitting around it.”
“Yes Ami, so there are, and nude blokes, goblins and elves of both sexes. I said we swam au nu here.”
“Yes, but you said you were more circumspect with ladies present, so we thought you meant you covered up.”
“Oh. I see. All I meant was that we don’t go in for overtly sexual games, like that cock tag we played. You can put on something if you like. Greg over there was a bit bashful at first, now it doesn’t worry him, as you can see.”
“Oh … Okay then.” They dropped their towels on the side and quickly slid into the water, covertly glancing at the various bits on show.
Draco stayed with them for some minutes: “How did you get on with the muggles?”
“What muggles?”
“The ones who took you for a walk round the village.”
“The Stamps, do you mean? They’re muggles are they? That explains a remark Sam made about going to college on the train every day,” said Gareth.
“Are you sure they’re muggles, Draco,” Amicus asked, “I thought I felt a weak aura.”
“That’ll be from their medallions. The muggles who regularly interact with us are given medallions. Harry, Blaise and I charge up the ones the Stamps use, Justin does John the vicar. Dean and Seamus charge up the Yates. Did you not see them in the bleachers when we had that money raising game of Quidditch?”
“My parents couldn’t afford the tickets; at least they said they couldn’t. I think they don’t want us to become contaminated.”
Draco chuckled: “Well you’ve been thoroughly contaminated now, haven’t you.”
Amicus grinned: “And I didn’t feel a thing.”
Draco grinned back: “I bet you did last night, though. Did you enjoy it?”
“I enjoyed giving my partner a good time, now we can both service each other. Having your prick in your lover’s arse is really something.”
“What about the thrill when he caresses your love-bump.”
“Erm … What’s that?”
“It’s a little bundle of nerves inside your anal channel. Harry and I aim for it every time, so then both of you get a thrill.”
“We didn’t know we had one, where is it?”
“Inside your bum, on its upper wall, about two inches in; about the size of the pad of your thumb. If you aim your cock at it and rub it, it gives you a special feeling. You can also stimulate it with a finger. Make sure your nails are short and have no ragged edges, though. A lubrication charm is essential and you may have to renew it.” Draco lurched forward: “Not here, Silly; and not on me either, I’m spoken for. Have a hot shower to relax you, we find that helps too.”
“Thanks, we’ll try it out after dinner,” Amicus gave Draco a gentle grope and swam off.
H: *I think he wants to play with you, Draco*.
D; *Is that jealousy talking*?
H: *No way, just observing how they acted. It’s not as though we haven’t shared our favours, is it*?
D; *That goes counter to our unwritten code*.
H: *Um … possibly … It becomes fuzzy if they make the first move and we’re not on school premises*.
D: *They are quite presentable, but I’m very wary*.
H:*So were the Yates trio, but we let them play*.
D: *Hmm … Yes … But I’m still going to act very cautiously*.
H: *I wouldn’t expect any less, Lover*.
Dinner and relaxation followed. Draco got to tell his story to the remaining third-years at chocolate time. Amicus and Gareth eschewed chocolate and retired to their room earlier than anyone else. After story telling at the annex the Blakes retuned and climbed the stairs to their room. There were cries coming from the room the new pair was using. The Blakes listened for a few minutes; prepared to intervene. Then they chuckled, the cries were not of pain and danger, but of lust and appreciation.
Despite feeling aroused the Blakes decided that a certain amount of abstinence was appropriate, not wanting to run their energy levels low for the forthcoming portal making. Kissing and hugging they drifted off, taking quiet comfort from each other.
~~~ MONDAY ~~~
Although not a bank holiday in the muggle world, Samhain or All Hallows Eve was one in the magely realm. Thus many Dumbledorians were still in a celebratory mood. The autumnal air smelled of dying leaves and growing fungi. The sun was out and mysterious mists twined around the trunks of the trees in the still air. Spider’s webs hung, jewelled with dew, on branches newly stripped of their foliage. The moors were purple with heather and ripened wild berries begging to be picked and eaten on the spot. Certain of these had magical uses and so the company became enthused to go out gathering.
The party set out, intent on picking the small fruit and enjoying the crisp pure air, somehow the word had spread and, as they moved towards Niggle Edge, they gathered more and more adherents. They arrived at the top, paused and looked out over the mist-shrouded valley.
“It looks like the primeval lake that once filled the valley,” remarked Matilda.
“Mmm … Yes … It’s very beautiful and so clear. It’s not often you can see the Lakeland fells from here.”
That remark started a naming and pointing game, plus gentle arguments about which hill was which.
Draco took the opportunity to organise people into groups for harvesting purposes.
“Please remember not to gather all the fruit from any one patch. The animals and insects also need to feed during the winter. Also … Anyone who has not been up here before, please attach yourself to someone who knows where they are going. As well as natural hazards such as bogs and pits, there are places where the muggle military have left explosives. It might seem silly to go the long way round a piece of land, but if you get sucked into a morass or blown to smithereens your parents might not be too pleased.”
A number of jokers put up names of people who should be encouraged to cross the bogs, but the point was well taken.
Because there were people from all over the British Isles, a number of discussions took place about naming plants. One particular one was about naming bilberries, or whortleberry, maybe blueberry, or whinberry, even fraughan or hurts. They were all found to be vaccinium myrtillus once the various herbaria had been perused. Having been chilled by the collected mist around Keplin Tarn they stayed on the tops, sheltering on south facing slopes for lunch. Among the walkers were people who were going to jump the fire and parents who were sponsoring them. So, by half-past four, everyone was back at Godric’s Hollow and dividing the harvest up. Almost everyone had extra red lips from consuming the last of nature’s bounty before the frosts set in. Blaise and Neville divided up the magical and medicinal berries, with the Yates apportioning the edible ones. Winky promised a luscious wild-berry pie for the sweet at dinner, but before that the Dumbledorians met to help Harry and Draco decide where the next portal should go.
D&H went downstairs after dinner, Harry to write up some lesson plans and Draco, with Amicus and Gareth to sort out and start the preservation process on the berry harvest.
When the new two grumbled he replied: “We have told Ami’s parents that you would be learning about potions; in fact, you have seen what many Potioneers have not.”
“How’s that?”
“They buy their preserved ingredients at the apothecary, without ever seeing the live plant from which they were gathered. Few of them are aware of the preservation techniques and charms either. So, Ami, if you pay attention, you will have something special to reveal to you father.”
Amicus nodded, with a knowing look in his eyes: “Right … I see where you’re coming from. May I take notes?”
Draco looked comically surprised: “You mean you were not intending to?”
“Touché, Professor. I have the message.”
Chuckling they set about the various necessary tasks.
~~~ FIRE ~~~
The third-years had been given the option to return to Hogwarts or stay at Milkwood. All bar one had decided to stay – she was meeting her parents. They had voluntarily gone on the berry expedition, and had splashed about in the Hall’s pool afterwards. Dinner had them in common-room mode and at chocolate time John and Hamish had an ethics debate with them, fired by Harry’s sentences about the old lady crossing the road.
For the ones downstairs at the cottage there was time to relax and sup chocolate in Harry’s study. The adult making ceremony was explained and, under a secrecy vow, something of vanishing cabinets and portal thaumatology touched upon.
“You mean you’ve made others as well, that’s awesome.”
“That’s how George and the other London based mages came and went.”
“So, Samhain, is when the distance-thaums are the strongest?”
“We’re not sure yet,” replied Harry: “It could be that the travel-barriers are weakest.”
“Mmm … That’s an idea … some-pure blood families say that you can talk to the dead on Samhain because the veil between the worlds is thin. Our families don’t. Father says it’s a dark-blood ritual. That’s one reason why his group opposed Voldie.”
“We’re glad to hear that, Ami. At least we agree on one thing, even if his group oppose us politically in the Wizengamot.”
“I think he doesn’t like changing the old traditions. He banks at Gringotts and we get a reasonable interest, but he always thinks the goblins are siphoning its true worth off.”
“He’d make a good replacement for Binns, if ever he faded away,” posited Gareth, jocularly: “Every visit to the bank has Ami’s father telling us about one skirmish or another in the Goblin Wars. He actually makes them sound interesting.”
“Ham … Oh sorry … Professor Holderness … Really challenges our perceptions of muggles and other races in his lessons. And here … it’s wicked … We see everyone working and playing together without rancour. Once I’m head of house Dendron – if I’m not disowned first – That house will support the Progressives.”
“Good, I look forward to that day, Ami. We know who Ham is, and the Dragon, I think I’m Potty, aren’t I?”
“Yes, Harry,” Amicus agreed with a giggle.
“This Dragon wants an explanation about all the noise last night.”
“Sorry Draco, did we keep you awake?”
“No … But at one time, we thought you were being attacked and nearly formed a rescue party.
“Good thing you didn’t, they might have been embarrassed. Merlin … That feeling when you rub it … Indescribable … We’re glad we had some of that lotion left over. Walking on the fells today would have been agony.”
“Good! Tomorrow, if I’m feeling up to it, we’ll brew some more. That’s something else you can brag about making.”
“Erm … I’m not too sure about that.”
“I see. It’s the same lotion that soothes Quidditch broom-sores.”
“Point taken. Most of them occur in much the same place, too.”
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On Niggle Edge they watched the delayed fire jumping ceremony and then parted; the new two to their room for more experimentation; D&H to Number Twelve’s Portal cabinet. Descending to the cleansed room they encountered two more newly fashioned WWW cabinets; as yet they were uncharmed.
Brains connected: “FACEMUS PORTAM!” and Draco staggered out into the welcoming arms of Molly Weasley. Arthur and she supported two weary mages to a table laden with chocolate delicacies; explaining that they had come over on a shopping expedition in Diagon alley.
Full but still weary D&H ported from Number Twelve to their beds at Chantry Cottage.
~~~ TUESDAY ~~~
Pullet and Phealey served breakfast in bed to two fragile Blakes at eleven o’clock in the morning. They showered and descended to the living room. Most of the Dumbledorians were either working or outside in the sun.
Hermione and Luna were the only two indoors, each was reading.
Luna rose, put down her treatise on mythological creatures, and came to kiss both Blakes on the cheeks.
“What was that for,” asked Draco, fingering the kissed cheek.
“It’s thanks for connecting us in to the network, boys.”
“Um … I don’t understand.”
“Oh … Well … Some time ago the Ottery families linked in to the Burrow after it had been cleansed. We used vanishing cabinets … So … You see … The wrack-spurts didn’t get in first.”
“Fine … Who else then?”
“Sarah Fawcett and Cedric’s dad … and their families, too … Isn’t that lovely?”
“Yes, Luna; great?”
“I’m so glad.” Luna wandered back to her chair humming under her breath. Instead of picking up the book to read it, she closed it and sat on it.
D: *Why’s she done that, Harry*?
H: *I dunno! Don’t ask her, please? Otherwise we’ll get a homily on one of her imaginary creatures*.
D: *That’s why I asked you to start with. Fancy a lazy swim*?
H: *Fine … Why not*.
They found Amicus and Gareth in the pool. Amicus was looking worried.
“Something wrong Ami?”
“Yes, I’ve had an owl: My father’s coming over to Godric’s hollow to see how I’m doing.”
“No problem; we’ll have you in my potions lab making one when he arrives.”
“I expected you would, but I’m more worried about him finding the compulsion has been lifted.”
“Do you want it back, Ami?”
“No way, Harry; it was like carrying two big sacks of coal around all the time. Somehow I think it inhibited my learning abilities. I felt more confident when we were making those preserving liquids last night.”
“You were much better, Ami,” put in Draco: “Equal to Gareth’s standards. However, I don’t think either of you will become Potioneers, like your father. Both of you did well in the harvest. Perhaps becoming apothecaries or gatherers would be more in line with your talents.”
“That’s an idea,” Gareth looked thoughtful: “We both got ‘O’s in our Herbology OWL’s, top of the class usually. Our Great Uncle Faustus was an explorer-gatherer wasn’t he? That might get you off the hook.”
“That’s an idea,” Amicus saw Draco looking puzzled: “Uncle from my family, auntie from Gareth’s; there are connections in the other direction as well. But what about the curse? If I go outside the wards or he comes inside He’ll know, won’t he?”
H: *Amulet*?
D: *Yes. That’s your line of endeavour, isn’t it*?
H: *Very advanced, I shall need to experiment*. “The Compulsion is held in a stasis box at the moment, we could change that into an amulet. It’d affect you a bit and you’d have to wear it next to your skin. He would sense its presence on you and assume it held. When’s he coming?”
“Not quite sure. It’ll not be tomorrow, that’s when he plays golf – thaumic golf, that is. He usually spends the night at whichever house hosts the game … …”
Draco could feel Harry’s curiosity: *Like muggle golf, only played with wands aiming at thaumic targets scattered around the estate*.
“… … My best guess would be Thursday, on his way back home.”
“So that gives us some planning time plus a couple more potions to learn. I’ll ask Astoria Greengrass to do a little digging around in the time your parents were at school, I have a feeling your dad was very close to another wizard for a few years before they got married. She’s ace at digging out concealed liaisons. That is if you want me to.”
“Our dads were very close until Gareth’s dad became a death-eater. Even afterwards they met occasionally. Go ahead, please Draco. If the suspicion is true, then I can drop hints if he gets regimental about us being together.”
“What are you doing after lunch?
“Neville and Blaise are going to survey the plants in your woods. You said you might be tired so we persuaded them to take us along with them. I imagine we’ll be carrying the plants that they dig up to put in Madam Longbottom’s nursery. We’ll be back just after dark.”
“That suits us; we’ll have a nap and then continue with the preservation processes. I’ve given Neville a list of ingredients, perhaps you might ask him if he will show you where and how to gather them. It’ll act as a gentle reminder. He tends to be forgetful at times.
They swam for half an hour until it was time for lunch. D&H did not have a nap. After alerting Astoria they snuggled dreamily on a very comfortable sofa in front of the fire in Number Twelve’s solar.
Two excited friends came in and kissed them soundly.
“Fine … What’s this all about, Seamus?”
“Being connected to Finnegan’s Fortress, of course. It was a bit of a surprise, you see,” ventured Dean: We set one up at Longbottom Mill and the other at Seamus’s home. Then we said to each other that it would be nice if they were joined to the portal system. Maybe it was because we’re a red pair, but the two cabinets transformed and continued the link via the Mill.”
“So that’s where George has put them.”
“Sort of … You see Ron sold them to us … He says the profits go into the trust’s coffers and we bought them out of our savings. After all, we spend little out of our salaries. Like you two; the Trust or Hogwarts cover our living expenses. Now we’re properly linked in too.”
“Would you mind connecting a pair of daffodils to there, please?” asked Dean.
That was soon done and after tea, Draco took the new pair into his lab and continued the preserving processes. Harry, meanwhile, had an enormous tome out of the Duindhu library and was reading up on making amulets. After work, quite a few Dumbledorians wandered in to enjoy a common-room atmosphere.
At Dinnertime the new pair joined George’s table. Francis, Ginevra and Astoria formed a giggle group, encouraging Draco and Harry to join them.
“As you suspected, Landaus Avery and Glandulous Dendron had a very hot relationship for six or seven years until their arranged marriages took place. Rita had a scandalised article about them still being chummy afterwards. Nothing was proved, but the four of them did go around together, regularly staying in each other’s houses.”
“Thanks for that info Tor, any other news?”
“Did you know that I have five connections to the Blake/Black family?” Ginevra giggled. “Astoria has four, as well. Your father’s pure-blood thing is a whole lot of nonsense when you look back in history, Draco.”
“I agree; Francis has shown me some of the papers. To think that Aunt Bellatrix made so much show about being a Black when she was really an Arthur really underlines it. Thinking back to the Malfoy family tree, there were some blurred connections there too. If ever I inherit I shall have great fun editing it.”
“I had a very interesting ride through the newspapers in the Black library. Bookworm has been assiduous in cataloguing them. Once things are connected they make very interesting reading. Harry, you must keep up that part of the library, it’ll be very useful if some of your allies start baulking at certain reforms.”
Draco chuckled: “I bet … My father had that kind of index at the manor’s library and used it extensively. The amnesty after you defeated Voldie stopped many of his little schemes. That was the thing that made him try to adopt Voldie’s mantle, I suppose.”
“Did you know that your father and … … … … …” Astoria amused them all, gossiping about past relationships and mild scandals. It made a much more interesting history lesson, than ever Binns’ drones did.
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After the repast, Amicus almost dragged Draco back the lab in order to learn more about preservation charms and lotions. Harry didn’t mind too much, he went on a quest in his office at Hogwarts, searching for the place where stasis boxes hid. He never did find it; instead he learned a summoning charm that placed many of them on his desk. The most recent was among them. On inspection, some of them confirmed what Astoria had uncovered; others explained some of the family coercion applied. From that Harry began to understand some more pure-blood patterns of thinking and the lengths they would go to, to preserve their so-called traditions.
~~~ WEDNESDAY ~~~
Minerva appeared to take breakfast with the Blakes. It was obvious that she wanted to be alone with them so the others discreetly left a space around their table.
To begin with, she chatted about the forthcoming arrangements for final half of the school’s term; all inconsequential.
D: *She’s nervous about something*.
H: *Um … I can feel it too*. “Minerva, what's troubling you?”
“Am I that obvious?”
“Not to others, no,” Draco said lightly: “But we’re a purple couple, aren’t we?”
“Of course … I think someone has been trying to plunder the inner secrets of Hogwarts.”
“Um … That’s probably me, Minerva; sorry.”
“Why, Harry?”
Harry told her about Amicus and Gareth and what had happened. The result was that whilst Draco took those two on further potional experiences, Harry and Minerva went back to Hogwarts to see if they could make an amulet give out a false halo. Irma Pince became involved in translating ancient Celtic manuscripts, so that the experimenters could succeed in making the desired object.
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