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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
MY APOLOGIES - I POSTED AMULET TWICE
(Desceription of double fornication, professors and students)
~~~GEAS ~~~
On Thursday, Glandulous Dendron apparated into the goods-shed and appeared out of it just after the secondary school children had left by train. Quarter of an hour later he was knocking on the door of Chantry Cottage. Harry welcomed him suitably and handed him through the wards. Kreacher was there to take his outdoor clothes, as in the proper manner of a well-run pure-blood house.
“Being a holiday we’re a little more relaxed about breakfast timings, perhaps you might like to join us.”
“Will my son and charge be present?”
“They can be if it your wish. At the moment they’re with Professor Malfoy in our private potions laboratory.”
“They started early.”
“We’ve had a few groups out on the moors these last few days, gathering berries and harvesting leaves before the frosts really take hold on the tops. The two students are learning preservation charms and potions. As you know, different time lapses call for uneven hours.”
Glandulous chuckled: “Don’t I know it; it’s almost as bad as having a new born baby in the house. Still if they’re going to become Potioneers, they’ll have to get used to it.”
Harry received a message from his little voice: “Um … We don’t think that is very likely to happen, Mage Dendron. Their aptitudes lie in other directions. Part of our having them in an intense learning process was to see in what other areas their talents lay. I understand you have an ancestor of your house who was a successful explorer-gatherer.”
Great-uncle Faustus, you mean … made a fortune … some of it came our way, too. So you’re saying my son might follow in Faustus’s footsteps.”
“Both of them. You know they achieved ‘O’s in both Herbology and DADA OWL’s, very good qualifications for that kind of endeavour.”
“Mmm … I see …”
Minerva appeared and Harry invited her over – as they had arranged whilst making the amulet. Polite introductions took place.
“Professor Potter seems to think my son and charge should try to become explorer-gatherers. What do you think, Headmistress?”
“DADA and Herbology are by far their best subjects. Exploring … Well now … They regularly sneak out into the Forbidden Forest, so the castle’s magic informs me.” She chuckled: “They’ve become quite adept in avoiding the centaur patrols, too. Something their two fathers used to do, if the records speak true.”
Glandulous chuckled: “I don’t suppose they tell you why, do they?”
“Possibly, but I didn’t ask them, it didn’t seem too pertinent at the time.” Minerva gave Glandulous a knowing look.
He looked at his hands, as if inspecting his fingernails. “Erm … It was where we could avoid the family geas. We were very interested in doing things together at the time. I still miss Landy sometimes. No doubt you understand.”
“Oh yes, and so does Harry, don’t you?”
“Definitely! There’d be a big hole in my life if Draco died. Tell me about the family geas, please? This is one of my areas of expertise.”
“It’s been with us for generations, the head of house bears it until his heir reaches puberty, and then part of it descends on him. It’s not something I like to talk about.”
“Um … It forces an unnatural bond between parent and child,” Harry had a puzzled frown and stared at the wall; appearing, by his dry tone, to be quoting from a book: “A bond that is destructive of a loving relationship, until the child achieves his father’s ambition for him. That bond in many cases forces sadomasochistic actions and has anxiety resemblances within it.” Harry snapped out of his supposed trance and looked at Glandulous with sadness and understanding showing on his face.
“Quite-so,” Glandulous was looking at his fingers again: “But what can one do about it. I hated my father until he explained on my twenty-first birthday. It took years to repair the mistrust between us. I still have nightmares occasionally and wake up with welts on my behind.”
Minerva was aghast at the revelation, not that she showed it. Glandulous did not catch on, but Harry could feel her vibes.
“Um … There is a way … Um … and keep away the destruction of the family that would automatically follow on if the terms were broken. It would form a nasty heirloom that would have to be acknowledged and practiced once, each generation; but only once. The rest of the time it would lie quiescent. I’m quoting again, but it has been done before. It’s blood-magic used to defeat the original blood magic; almost on the dark side.”
“Really, I wouldn’t have to thrash him ever again?”
“Not on compulsion, no. However, he might deserve it, that’s a different argument.”
Glandulous forced a grim smile.
Gareth arrived with Amicus: “Good morning, Pater, sorry not to greet you properly, but we had this potion to attend to.”
“Good morning, Son. It seems your Professors have an idea to release the family geas and I may never have to thrash you again …”
“… Be careful Mage Dendron,” interrupted Harry: “You’re very close to breaking its terms.”
“Thank you Professor … Erm … He’s been explaining about my expectations that you become a potioneer. It seems your talents lie in a different direction. You’d still be upholding the family traditions but following that of one of our other ancestors. The Headmistress revealed that you had two ‘Outstandings’ in Herbology and DADA, but you never told me.”
“No Pater, you only ever asked me about Potions, that received only an acceptable and you showed me your disappointment.”
“I presume you received enough other passes to continue to NEWT’s level.”
“Yes Pater, ‘E’s in Transfiguration, Astrology, Charms and Ancient Runes and an A in Magical Creatures. I’m afraid I failed in History and Divination.”
“Divination is of little consequence; we have no history of seers in the family. A pity about History, I always thought you liked my stories.”
“We did, that brought things alive, but remembering strings of dates is not my forté. If you remember you allowed me to drop Arithmancy because I was poor at numbers.”
“What about the course on estate management? That has numbers in it.”
“Those kinds of numbers I can deal with, they’re concrete. Erm … I’d like to have a go at the thaumic agriculture course as well. So when I take my place learning about our estate beside you, I can offer improvement ideas armed with a proper costs and not vague hopes.”
“I had not heard of a thaumic agricultural course before.”
“It’s one of the ‘Building for Peace’ group which has started here this year, Mage Dendron,” Minerva offered.
“Oh yes, I seem to remember Seneschal Professor Flitwick mentioning something about it in the previous Headmaster’s will. Mmm … Thaumic agriculture; that should be good for us families who own much productive land. It could also help in producing cultivated potions ingredients. Well, Amicus, would you see that as something worth exploring.”
“Yes Pater, but do you think we might go a little further afield, collecting first.”
“We?”
“Yes Pater, Gareth and I. We understand you and Uncle Landy were allowed three years after leaving school, before taking up serious careers.”
“Ahem … We were very close friends …” Glandulous studied his fingers once again: “Extremely close; in fact.”
Amicus took a large breath: “And so are we, Pater.” He grabbed Gareth’s hand, as if to emphasise the point.
His father noticed and fell silent for a couple of minutes. Harry wanted to say something but his little voice told him to keep quiet. Amicus and Gareth stared into each other’s eyes without moving. Minerva tried to relax, allowing Glandulous space to think.
“Very well, I’ll cease presenting you with possible fiancées for three years, only and if you get at least the same grades for your NEWT’s. And that goes for you too Gareth Avery.”
“Thank you Pater …”
“Thank you Guardian …”
“… WE’LL TRY OUR VERY BEST NOT TO DISAPPOINT YOU.”
A Harry-warned Draco appeared: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but may I have my two student assistants back, please. The brews have cooled enough for the next stage.”
Amicus and Gareth looked at Glandulous.
He made shooing motions with a hand: “Well run along now, we don’t keep potions waiting.”
Two students gave a slight bow and scampered after Draco.
“Now, Professor Potter, how do we cage this geas of ours?”
Harry gave a brief exposé of what he intended and, finding he had an attentive audience in both Glandulous and Minerva, went into much greater detail.
“So you’re saying that the more a family believes in the geas the stronger it grows?”
“Yes Mage Dendron, and the more you think of its ramifications, too. A really evil vengeful parent might even be driven to torture his heir, but not to extinction. That would defeat the geas’ aim.”
“Mmm … I see … And by altering my expectations, more in line with my heir’s inclinations that lessens its power.”
“Quite correct, in fact that will already be happening, half a sack-full will have fallen off your heir’s shoulders already.”
“Half a sack-full?”
“Amicus described it as like having two sacks of coal on his shoulders.”
“He told you about what happens when he comes home?”
“Only after Draco and I had discerned the geas upon him. We’re a purple pair, you know. That gives us a number of insights that normal mages don’t have.”
“Do I take it that you have done something to remove that weight? However, I thought I could sense the geas’ presence upon him.”
“Yes, it’s contained in an amulet touching his skin; it has lessened the effect but not totally eradicated it.”
“Would I have to wear an amulet also?”
“I think not. Both could be contained in stasis boxes, however they would have to be released, acknowledged and acted upon at least once in every generation. I’m still working on the exact length of time, but I suspect it has something to do with its strength. If you could, once we’ve contained it, do some family research as to when it was activated and how many generations it has infected, that would be a great help. To say the least, creating a geas is relatively easy; eradicating it after the caster is dead is much more complex. It will probably mean a blood ritual or two. Our first objective will be to decontaminate you and store it in an amulet. That may be very painful.”
Glandulous huffed: “A damned sight less painful that carrying around two sacks full of throbbing family expectations. Well … Let’s get on with it then.”
D: *I’m free to come and help. Neville’s primed to take the boys on a plant hunt if we want them out of the way*.
Glandulous tried to get Harry’s attention, but the brunet had a faraway look in his eyes.
H: *Good idea, somewhere well away from our wards, preferably*.
“Why is Mage Potter silent?” Glandulous asked Minerva.
D: *Yes we thought that might be the case, so they’ll go to Gran’s house and look for special plants in the bog that feeds Wye-fell Tarn, that should be far enough*.
“He’s mentally communicating with his partner, Draco,” The headmistress replied.
H: *I’ve had another look in that book, I think we only need blood if we’re trying to banish the geas*.
“That is some talent,” Glandulous admired: “They must be very strong, I only get vague feelings from my wife.”
D: *Good, I wasn’t looking forward to fooling Ami into giving me some*.
“They are a purple pair, you know.”
H: *Send them off as quickly as possible, before his dad changes his mind*.
“Of course, a very rare occurrence … Caused by Voldemort no doubt,”
D: *Doing that right now, Neville’s been hovering. I’ll be up in quarter of an hour. I’ve a couple of cauldrons to quieten down*.
Minerva nodded; not wanting to disabuse Glandulous.
H: *See you then*. “Sorry about that, Draco will be with us in quarter of an hour. We’ll need our combined powers to deal with it. I suggest we rehearse the procedures and words while we wait.”
“Very well, Professor, that seems a good idea.”
When Draco came up they had a dummy run and then the actual ritual. Glandulous screamed the place down and passed-out. The geas quite obviously had a greater hold on him; understandably so, because he had been both a receiver and an aggressor in its service. A strong ‘Enervate’ and two mugs of Winky’s special chocolate had him feeling better, if a little weak. The two Blakes needed Winky’s blandishments also, especially as they were not fully recovered from portal making. During the recuperation time the Blakes came clean about removing Amicus’s curse earlier, they also related how it had made him err in the potions lab. Making sure that Glandulous would not upbraid his son for doing so. Glandulous told of a few disreputable actions he had carried out in order to remain top of the potions class, as well.
They had lunch with the returned plant hunters and afterwards went to admire their haul. It was small and some items were very rare and precious.
“We found a true white heather plant, Pater, and have four small sprigs. Neville’s going to try to propagate one of them. Draco’s going to store one and we’re going to try making the Felix Felicitas potion with another. This one’s for you.”
Glandulous smelt it, breathing in the perfume of good fortune: “Thank you, boys. It is indeed a valuable ingredient. I’m honoured that you gave me a quarter of your harvest. I shall use it sparingly, as you should when making that difficult potion. No doubt Professor Malfoy will be there too?” He winked at Draco, who nodded back.
After inspecting Draco’s Laboratory, Glandulous Dendron decided to apparate away; bearing two stasis boxes, assiduously held apart.
Harry and Minerva walked with Glandulous to the goods-shed apparating point. On the way back the Headmistress asked: “What book about geas were you quoting from, Harry?”
“I wasn’t, Minerva. My little voice suggested that I act as though I was. To be fair, the knowledge was based on ‘Geas and Their Effects’ by Georgiana Underhill. I had to make it personal to Glandulous, but sound like a quote. He’d have thrown the whole idea out if I’d confronted him with it.”
“He would, at that. He bristled to begin with when you spoke, but that sympathetic look you gave him changed his mind. How very Slytherin of you.”
To celebrate, they went into the Farmers Arms and had a glass of fleur wine together over one of Richard’s pies, for lunch. Draco, meanwhile, in his laboratory, had two extremely relieved students to deal with.
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Feeling relaxed, Minerva and Harry went to browse through the books in Pressgangs Emporium. Porlock and his wife had converted the fairly extensive cellar for displaying their range of books; labelling each aisle with a topic. Minerva chose ‘Transfiguration’, whilst Harry chose ‘Curses, Hexes & Geas’. He picked up a copy of ‘Geas and Their Effects’ by Georgiana Underhill, deciding that he wanted to own a copy so that he could annotate it. He decided that he liked the style of Witch Underhill’s writing and went to study the extensive indexes that the Pressgang’s had created to aid their customers. Thoughts from Draco’s preserving potions lesson kept intruding and putting Harry off his search, so he switched off the connection.
After their lunch, Draco’s students bounced around the laboratory expressing their joy at being let off the leash and having obtained their guardian’s approval. They even hugged Draco and kissed his cheek more than once. This caused a certain reaction down below, and Draco had to adjust himself – after all, they did own two very presentable bodies; albeit a couple of year’s younger than his own. In recompense he had to repeat what he was trying to show them more than once [this repetition is what had caused Harry to close their link].
Unknown to Draco, Amicus had noticed the reaction and had managed to whisper to Gareth, drawing his attention to Draco’s bulge. This was fuelled by a fresh round of thankful high spirits and a couple more kisses planted on their teacher’s cheeks. Draco was quite hard after that last episode and had to adjust himself again. This time both students saw the easing fumble. They acted in concert.
“We really are very grateful to you and Harry, Draco.”
One on each side put and arm across his shoulders. Amicus, across the front – as if to turn him – and Gareth over his back in a friendly fashion. For a few seconds Draco basked in gratitude until he felt Amicus’s free hand caressing his bottom and Gareth’s palpitating his bulge.
“Gerroff! I don’t like it.”
“But you do, Draco,” Gareth whispered breathily in the blond’s right ear: “I have the proof in my hands.” He gave Draco’s long dong a seductive squeeze through the cloth and licked the blond’s ear.
As Draco went to defend his pubes, he realised that their shoulder hugging ploy had descended and that both his wrists were clasped.
Amicus’s tongue was now mirroring Gareth’s actions and his spare hand was wriggling inside the back of Draco’s waistband.
“Stop it; it’s not proper.” Draco felt his zip drawn down.
Gareth fished out the blond’s hard member: “Do you mean that this is a false cock Draco. If so I want to see it cum.”
Amicus’s fingers were caressing Draco’s pucker and perineum: “I don’t think it’s false, Gareth. There’s no join beneath his balls.”
Draco shuddered as they hit a sweet spot.
Gareth gave the ears another loving lick, and popped Draco’s fastenings: “Down they come, we want to see where this false prick is attached to the real one.”
“No, no … I meant appropriate behaviour.”
Amicus glanced down at the scarlet finial: “Your penis’s behaviour is what is to be expected. Quite appropriate when it’s being stroked by some fingers.” At the same time Mr Dendron’s finger breached Mr Malfoy’s arse-hole.
Draco twitched and groaned pleasurably when Amicus’s finger rubbed his prostate. He tried to resist, but the pleasure of it became too much. The other two saw him relax and let go of the imprisoned wrists. In the final spurt of defiance Draco sent and ‘Exuero vos!’ and his two invaders gasped when all their clothes disappeared. The gasped again when Draco caught hold of their excited organs.
“Ooh, Draco, how naughty of you, manhandling two of your students, “Amicus said archly: “But we’re enjoying it and we think you are too.”
There was a ripping sound as Gareth tore off Draco’s shirt: “Now we are all undressed, you luscious blond. What did you do to our clothes?”
“Sent them to you bedroom.”
Gareth nodded at Amicus, grabbed his spare hand and side-alonged them after their clothes.
Amicus pushed Draco gently and, without leaving go of their appurtenances, all three of them collapsed onto the bed. They rolled about in ecstasy, frotting and feeling each other. Amicus was definitely a feeling person; he explored every part of Draco’s body before returning to his original goal. Gareth was more into mouths and tongues. His explorations left a wet trail wherever he investigated and now had his face opposite Draco’s pubic area, licking the dome of the blond’s arousal. Draco lurched forward, dong disappearing into between Gareth’s lips. The lurch had been caused by three of Amicus’s fingers entering his arse and caressing his love-button. Gareth sucked and ran his tongue around the engorged helmet, finding a sweet spot which caused Draco to automatically pull back.
In pulling back he encountered Amicus. Only it was not fingers that entered his pulsing hole, but the young man’s cock. They both groaned in ecstasy at the feelings so engendered.
Amicus managed to sigh: “It’s in,” before applying himself to fucking Draco.
Draco was distracted by the prick piercing him and when his attention again focussed on Gareth, it was not his mouth around the pole but his arse.
What had re-focussed that attention was Gareth saying: “It’s in me too.”
The Draconian sandwich induced sensations within its filling that the blond had never experienced previously. It was totally debilitating and extremely debauched at the same time. His muscles took off into their own rhythms aiding and abetting the two external mage’s efforts to give him, and themselves, a good time. Revelling in lasciviousness Draco hardly noticed when the two changed ends. He passed out still inside Amicus when Gareth started to cum inside him.
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Having bought his book and ordered another Harry walked with Minerva to the cottage and downstairs. She went down the path to the Annex, he to his study to deposit the book. He looked in at the lab afterwards and found no occupants. Thinking they were probably out gathering, Harry decided to join them. He switched on his mental antennae and was immediately assaulted by and almost overwhelming licentiousness.
H: *Merlin, Draco, what have you been doing*?
D: *It was glorious, Partner, strip off and come to the back bedroom*.
Harry executed an Exuero on himself, and with a Draco-conscious erection climbed two sets of stairs. On entering the room, he was pounced on, Amicus’s hand on his tool and Gareth hugging him from behind. Harry could feel Gareth’s glans trying to gouge its way inside him. Harry would have stood still and resisted but, from the bed, Draco beckoned him over. Harry’s first step flexed his sphincter allowing Gareth’s glans part-entry. His next step had it fully inside.
“I’m in,” said Gareth.
Harry stopped and pushed his abdomen forward trying to withdraw. Too late he realised that Amicus had turned and his already prepared entrance was nibbling down the brunet’s monster appendage.
“Merlin, it’s big, but it’s in.”
Draco sent a lascivious feeling: *They had me, and I them, so it’s your turn now*.
H: *Why did you allow it? Ooh*!
D: *They overcame me; in much the same way they overcame you. They started it so … Need I say more*?
H: *Merlin, no. They’re quite talented, aren’t they*?
D: *Hmm, that’s what I thought, too. I was weakened by portal and amulet making, otherwise I might have resisted. You’re in the same position, aren’t you*?
H: *It was your sexy sending that got me started. Uh-h-h-h-h-h I’m coming … Ah-h*.
D: *Now you’re half way through*.
H: *What do you mean? Oh-h-h-h I see. Merlin, am I sensitive down there? E-e-e-e-e*!
Harry started to shudder as the two young mages manipulated his body. One of them was rubbing his nubs whilst the other played with his balls. As Draco had experienced so did his partner. Harry’s muscles had their own idea what they wanted to achieve and their goal was perfect carnality. This was made even better when Draco started kissing him and Harry’s hands played with Draco’s intumescence.
Four people lay in post coital relaxation.
“No wonder you have wonderful powers,” Gareth observed: “Those dongs are bigger than we’ve ever seen.”
“Did you break the gauger?” Amicus asked, humorously.
“But for having made two amulets, lifted a geas, and making a portal. We wouldn’t have been such pushovers,” Harry observed, with a smile.
Suffice to say that the next two or three hours passed, with little or no work done by the bed-sharing quartet. Not that D&H intended sharing a bed again with the other two. Eventually they shared dinner and retired to their rooms.
They were late up on Friday.
That evening had a number of gays congregated at the pool and things went a little further than just cock-tag. Dean and Seamus were Amicus’s and Gareth’s targets, when D&H politely refused further adventures. After which all four of the professor/tutor mages had a talk with Amicus and Gareth about appropriate behaviour and respecting loving relationships. They understood what was being said, and apologised for intruding between lovers.
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