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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Foursome in the Jacuzzi and in bed)
~~~ POSSIBILITIES ~~~
Saturday 06/11/99 brought with it the Wizengamot meeting. Glandulous was affable when they shared coffee and biscuits mid-morning. Much to the progressive party’s surprise the Old Codgers backed and amendment put forward by the progressives instead of opposing it. It meant that Hogwarts had its budget increased quite substantially. It passed the voting stage to become law despite most of the middle-minded being against it.
“All right Harry,” Kingsley said at lunchtime: “What did you do to the sick-in-the-mud’s.”
“Let’s say that we showed Seneschal Dendron, how useful education was,” replied Draco.
“Mmm … I think that means he feels his family owes a debt … Pure-blood ties at work again, eh?”
“Now Kingsley, you know not to enquire about those things,” Harry said with a smile: “No-one will enlighten you.”
Kingsley shrugged and cast his glittering eye on Minerva: “Maybe you brought pressure to bear, eh?”
“My answer is much the same as Harry’s, Kingsley. Some of the money will go into geas research. Precious little has been done in that area since Georgiana Underhill’s thesis was published over a century ago and its time her work was brought up-to-date.”
Kingsley looked at Harry quizzically: “My guess is that the next thesis will bear the Potter name. Draco’s too involved with becoming a potioneer. Though I’ll bet Glandulous will be one of his sponsors; when time comes for him to join the guild.”
Draco adopted his bored-pure-blood pose: “Your suppositions are very interesting, Seneschal Shacklebolt. We shall see what we shall see.”
Kingsley tried to wheedle information from Harry during their DADA session, but failed to find out anything more. Harry and Draco had a laugh about it when they swapped the day’s doings, post coition that night.
~~~ ADVANCE NOTICE ~~~
Fully recovered, the Blakes were joined by the Bagshot cottage pair as they walked to church along Almoner’s Row. Being the first Sunday in November, John announced that the following Sunday would have a special service starting half an hour later than usual.
D: *We can have a lie-in, for a change*.
H: *Not much of one, I prefer mine on a Saturday, anyway*.
There were a number of gloomy faces amongst the students because their half term break was over. Some were anxious because they had not completed the assignments that they had planned to do. This last fever caught up with D&H so after the Parish Lunch so, apart from visiting Teddy, they hid away in their study preparing lesson plans for the coming week.
During the week Amicus and Gareth did well in DADA and Potions earning Slytherin some extra points. The trio of goblin Godsons did equally as well, although they were three years below the other pair.
~~~ WEDNESDAY 10/11/99 ~~~
That morning had the Blakes in their classrooms as usual. As both of them were now being accepted as true professors much of the awkwardness of the first year had been overcome. During coffee break Harry was asked to go and see Minerva.
Kingsley was in the headmistress’s office when he arrived.
“Harry, Kingsley wishes to ask a favour of you; if you agree Hogwarts will give you the necessary time off,” Minerva said.
“You are aware that Alastor was our previous training officer and that no-one has replaced him. Based on our experience with you and the new trainee Aurors, I would like you to update the present Aurors as well. They need training in some of the new techniques. What do you say?” asked Kingsley.
“I’m not sure I’m up to it.” Harry looked diffident.
“I’ll let you into a secret,” continued Kingsley. “The Wizengamot Cabinet had an argument about you before Minerva offered you the job a year ago. We wanted you to become a full-time Auror. However, Hogwarts won the majority vote. Since then some rethinking has been done. Security is very understaffed at the moment, what with the deaths at the last battle, and a number of practitioners being laid low as the result of some recent and particularly evil hexes. What we had in mind is to offer you a fulltime post in the Aurors’ Department once your three years are up here. However, Minerva has put up a stern fight.”
Harry looked at the two adults, both of whom seemed to be sharing a private joke.
“You see Harry,” Minerva added. “I was hoping for a longer period of professorship from you, but, as Kingsley rightly points out, you also need time away from academia in order to broaden your views. We have an idea to offer you. Starting after Christmas and as you are, but with a couple of periods each fortnight with the Aurors, slowly building up to a full time Aurors job in about six years’ time, when you would then become the consultant professor doing a couple of periods here.”
“I have been very agreeably surprised by your aptitude for Auror-thaums, and how quickly you are learning them. So much so that I am putting you forward for the sergeant’s exam just before the Yule holiday. My board members are particularly enamoured with the work you have completed about the Imperio curse. No one had thought about using it in a defensive role before.”
“Thank you,” Harry tried not to show the glee he felt inside; managing to smile demurely.
Kingsley smiled back and rubbed his hands in anticipation: “As you are aware, the four young men who play those musical instruments so well have been accepted as trainee Aurors as have Susan, Angelina, Alicia and Katie. The NEWT’s they sat have given them the correct qualifications, so your teaching would continue with them in the New Year, but on Auror premises, and for longer periods of time. That group would be a regular commitment. In order to facilitate this, we have altered the order of courses; so that certain specialist instruction, given by those mages who work at The Island, has been brought forward to dovetail in with your availability. As well as the regulars there will be another group of eight working Aurors, on a catch-as-catch-can basis in between their assignments. That commitment would grow as, once we have more operatives in the field, we can release more to be re-trained.”
“Would I be expected to go on active duty?” Harry asked, scowling slightly.
“Not immediately, no; however, in an emergency, such as the Battle of Hogwarts, yes. By the time you were in the last couple of years of this arrangement, there would be some active duty included.”
“So I’d be inched in gradually? Um … it does sound interesting. May I think about it, please? I’ll let you know after the weekend.” Harry had a preoccupied expression.
“Erm … Well … We had hoped you would come to a meeting tomorrow afternoon,” Kingsley replied. “Except for the new entrants, most of the operatives will be there. It would give you a flavour of the possibilities and drawbacks. It would last from lunch until dinner time.”
“That’s when I have the sixth-years. I know Blaise and Hermione are not available then, as they have to attend other classes; that makes things difficult.”
“Now that you have Pullet and Phealey helping out, perhaps they could be challenged to cover,” suggested Minerva: “They have the knowledge, and manage the first and second year students well. Let them try their prowess out on some older students.”
“I think they have a potions course on a Thursday.”
“Mage Dendron has agreed to shorten his session this week, so the pair could deputise for you. He’s extremely pleased with their progress, too.”
“You have me sewn up, don’t you?” Harry smiled quizzically. “So I may as well acquiesce gracefully. Yes! It’s a good way of getting our assistants into teaching older students. Still, I owe it to Draco to discuss this whole scenario with him. Is your little voice working this time, Minerva?”
“Yes Harry, you know how it goes, don’t you? Oh yes … That reminds me … I have something more to give you.” Minerva looked round her office, going to a corner and returning with a phoenix perch. “I think you will have need of this very soon, it belonged to dear Albus. Here is his book about caring for your new companion.”
Harry looked aghast at the headmistress; then he heard a fluttering and Fawkes flew in to settle on Harry’s shoulder. *Be well my Son, like Albus before you, I am your mentor and servitor combined. Your fate is settled, accept it and follow where the spirit leads you; in that way enjoyment and completion stand*.
“Um … Thank you … I think I’d better get back to my class. I’ll see you tomorrow Kingsley, at the Ministry.”
Harry made a quick detour to leave the perch and book in the apartment. Fawkes flew with him, disdaining the perch he went with Harry. Who, having missed his break, picked up his papers from the study, meeting the sixth-year ‘A’ students for their single period in the practice hall. His students were intrigued by Fawkes but, after the first frisson, lost interest as Harry launched into the practical side of Incendio and Aquamenti. Fawkes perched on a beam high up in the rafters, nicely out of the way of any stray water squirts.
Much the same happened in the second period with the ‘B’ group.
~~~ CLEANLINESS ~~~
Draco and Harry were excused lunch at the high table; instead they sat to eat it under the chandelier in the dining area of their flat. Both of them looked eager to discuss something of importance. Introductions to Fawkes came first and, after a little game of ‘no-you-first’, Harry told Draco what had been proposed.
“That’s funny, my last period was free and the two of them wanted to talk to me,” said Draco, when Harry had finished. “They want me to set up a department of forensic magic with special emphasis on antidote research. They offered me the same sort of gradual deal, as well. I’m to meet Minister Creswell today after tea. I’m invited to dinner, afterwards. I cajoled Hermione into looking after my later classes.”
“You’ll miss the duelling club,” observed Harry.
“You and Zappem can look after that. Theo appears to be still parcelled up so he won’t be bothering you and the Smiling Ones practically mount guard over us, anyway.” Draco looked self-satisfied.
“I shall go via Don Galley, and have a quick chat with the Weasleys about another model, this time the Ministry can pay, so they’ll get their profit.” Harry rubbed his hands together.
“So you’ve decided yes then?” queried Draco.
“Um … I think so. My little voice is jumping up and down in glee so I’d better not disappoint it.”
“Yeah! I know what you mean; mine’s doing much the same. Let’s be Slytherin sly for a bit, though, and keep the authorities waiting. They might up the offer, but anyway, they’ll think we’ve thought it over and respect us for our caution. Monday should be long enough.”
*My Sons, you are a credit. Albus would have jumped in immediately and then thought things through. I had to rectify his mistakes many times. However, this is the way you are both meant to follow*. Fawkes shimmered on his perch.
Harry and Draco looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
As planned, Harry and his two elfin assistants mapped out their teaching in some of the time allotted for Harry to be supervising at the Annex. However, Hortulanus, Seamus and Dean were not left out of the equation entirely. Harry returned to run, with Blaise the Duelling Club, which passed without any major problems or injuries.
As the Duelling Club finished Draco came back and gave Harry a précis of the happenings. Afterwards, feeling somewhat amorous, they sat in front of the apartment’s fire and began person on person exploring.
~~~ SURPRISED ~~~
Dean and Seamus had been conferring with Filius, who was helping them to understand some of Augusta’s training requirements. Afterwards they had stayed on to complete their gruelling homework before they forgot the advice the Deputy Head had given them. Somewhere around midnight the practical pair decided to go back to their cottage, but Seamus was taken short and so they crept into the Blake’s flat to access the nearest loo. Not wishing to wake-up the Blakes, Dean and Seamus were very cautious on entering the room. So much so, that they caught Harry and Draco in flagrante, besmirched by a certain creamy fluid. Dean was unable to hide his giggles and so alerted the enamoured ones to the presence of a voyeuristic duo. Whilst Seamus was using the loo; there was some of their usual banter, mainly about the sexual encounters with Amicus and Gareth. Back in the room and joshed a little too much, Seamus reacted in his own specialised way, by whipping Dean’s low cut jeans to the floor; allowing an ever increasing well-tanned member to come into full view.
“You Irish bastard; I’ll get you for that!” Dean launched himself at Seamus; chasing him to achieve almost identical results, except that their libidos came into play, giving the Blakes a ringside seat at a very erotic floor-show.
“Did you know we had a Jacuzzi?” Draco asked the duo, whilst recovery was taking place and the broonies were garnering the results. “It accommodates four so we could all go and wash off the perspiration.”
“Lead on Master Malfoy,” said Dean, with an extravagant flourish. “Your offer is more than welcome.”
Everyone was still aroused, so a convoy of waggling woodies wound its way towards the washroom.
Seamus was still in an aggressive mood. Instead of sitting in his allotted alcove opposite Dean, he took the centre of the pool. He grabbed at Draco’s and Harry’s implements and used one of his feet to invade Dean’s privacy. Naturally, the others retaliated; prizing his digits of their dongs and gripping his offending limbs, imprisoning him. They forced him back into his alcove seat and turned his personal jets into pulsating ones. By parting his legs, the jets could be aimed at his pubic area alternately waggling his woody from one side to another. Draco made the jets hotter, not enough to scald, but just on the threshold of erotic pain.
“You bastards!” Seamus cried as he struggled.
“You were the one who started it,” Dean replied. “Now you’ll suffer the consequences.”
Seamus’s nuts and nozzle grew redder by the minute and its finial became shiny and purple. After some minutes his sex-drive took over and from his knob-end a stream of milky fluid shot forth. He shuddered whilst the three onlookers ogled his continuing underwater ejaculation. Seamus had little strength left to fight his captors; so they held him in position, revelling in his show of sexiness. Instead of slackening, the water pulses kept him rock-hard. He squirmed in erotic excitement as his penile nerve endings were caressed by the water. Draco and Harry could feel his muscles spasming in delectation, feeding their own feelings of lubriciousness.
As Seamus started a second round of emission, so the three onlookers involuntarily joined in, being unable to control their saturnalian sensuousness. Being released, Seamus clung on to Dean with his last reserves of consciousness.
“Err … Guys … He’s almost out for the count. I need a bed to put him on.” Dean looked slightly worried. “I doubt I could get him dressed and back to our cottage.”
“No problem,” said Harry, “our bed here is big enough for four. We’ll dry him and ourselves and then crash out together.”
Draco looked daggers at Harry, and then had an appreciative peek at Dean’s newly iced chocolate log; hastily revising the retort he was going to make.
“Okay, why not, Dean can nestle between us two so that Harry rests between Dean and Seamus.”
So it was. The broonies skimmed the water and Harry plus Dean were the filling of the sandwich, with Seamus in his comatose state and Draco with exploring hands making up the bread. Dean soon was in a highly excited state; having both Harry and Draco paying attention to his sexual needs. Draco rode in Dean’s valley, playing with his and Harry’s trees; whilst Harry caressed the flower-like nipples and kissed the chocolate lips. After their simultaneous explosion, Draco had just enough energy to make the transfer charm before collapsing into a cuddling quartet and joining in their satiated snores.
~~~ THURSDAY 11/11/99 ~~~
Seamus was the one who recovered first in the morning, riding Harry and giving him a fondling creamy alarm call. Their gyrations drew Dean out of his coma and he proceeded to give Draco an equivalent wake-up present. Noting the nearness of breakfast time, they opted for a four-man shower; not daring to risk a repeat of the Jacuzzi experience in case it made them late.
D&H wanted to pick up papers from the apartment and accompanied D&S as far as the portal. Dean ushered a semi reluctant Seamus through the portal; popping his head back round. “Thanks guys, that was great. We must spend longer next time, so we can really revel and not have to be on duty.”
There was no-one around so Draco and Harry gave him a quick peck on the cheek, a caressed package and a patted arse by way of showing their agreement.
~~~ 7^TH YEARS ~~~
After breakfast, Harry had a good time with the seventh-years, this group included Thomasine, Fenella, Caroline and Sophie who were the Smiling Ones’ girlfriends, even Paulus, Pansy Parkinson’s younger brother showed himself amenable. ‘Probably because Theo’s no longer here to influence him,’ thought Harry. After coffee; the other seventh years were in a good mood too.
Following the lesson, he ported to Don Galley; just in time to share lunch with George, Percy, Ronald and Lee and explain about a possible other model to be made.
“Erm … Harry, and you, Draco seem to have been altering things again, something like you did first time.”
“What do you mean George?”
“Well … The cabinets we moved to make a link to Mum’s house are now part of the portal system. We found out after you had charmed the two cabinets for Seamus and Dean.”
Harry chuckled: “Those two cabinets turned out to make an extension in the system too, but we think Seamus and Dean, being a red pair, caused that.”
“Oh! Mum and Dad are a red pair; I know they liked the idea of being linked to us. Maybe they had a hand in it too.”
~~~ AURORS ~~~
There were about a score of aurors in the meeting room when Kingsley introduced Harry. He was surprised to see Fawkes sitting on the edge of the rostrum. The phoenix flew to rest on his shoulder, whilst Harry listened to the various reports from the aurors. Harry got the feel of what he was letting himself in for. The vast majority of those present, Harry had met at some time or another. However quite a few were grizzled veterans old enough to be his great-grandfather. He wondered how he would have the authority to teach them; then the hoariest one of all spoke up.
“Sir, I had heard you were a chip off the Dumbledore block, and I admired your wily arts in removing Voldie from our midst, but now I see with my own eyes the fact that you have been given the authority that was formerly Albus’s.” The old wizard looked at Fawkes meaningfully. “All of us are looking forward to your tuition, especially the combination charms and the mirror defences. My great nephew, whom you teach, was showing me hex-tennis, I lost every time. That made me think deeply and realise my need of sharper reflexes. I and my older colleagues look forward to your lessons.”
“Thanks for that, I was just wondering what I was letting myself in for. I’m used to teaching people of about my own age and that’s quite a challenge. I just hope that I can rise to this new challenge.” Harry was feeling slightly shaken, having been referred to as ‘Sir’ in such a deferential way by someone at least five times his age. “I’m still getting used to being called professor. I think, if I am to be training you, and as we are likely to become colleagues, I would prefer to be called Harry and shelve the honorific until ceremonial occasions,” he continued. “I seem to have gathered and am still gathering all kinds of official titles and many unofficial ones as well, some quite embarrassing.”
His listeners chuckled and some made suitable ribald suggestions.
“These names are not the real me, just labels,” Harry continued. “When I teach, I interact with my learners, so sticking a label on me and filing me away is not on. I shall make mistakes, and will need your forgiveness and the space to put things right again. He-who-lived-twice and such-like puts me on a pedestal and isolates me. So you can forget that tomfoolery, let’s become friends striving together for a better world.”
*Well said, my son*. Fawkes shimmered slightly.
A couple of Aurors whom Harry had fought alongside made some more off-colour remarks and Harry countered them in a like manner. The meeting loosened up and questions flew backwards and forwards, helping Harry learn more about the organisation that, he now knew, would become part of his life just as Hogwarts was. There were specific questions about his use of certain defences when fighting Voldemort, to most of which Harry gave an adequate reply. Soon there was a mass of related individuals, addressing each other informally; managing to include Harry within the peculiar jocular family-type relationships that apply to policemen and women all over the muggle world.
After tea, by popular demand Harry introduced them to Hex-tennis; showing them how to focus the shield accurately; resulting in bits chipped out of the walls of the Aurorbunker. Harry felt that some of them, at least in this respect, were little better skilled than the second-years, but noticed a grim determination to improve. No doubt a remembrance of their own near-death experiences gave extra oomph to the need to learn and practice. Harry did notice and comment on their improving techniques, despite the obvious singes showing on some of his mature students.
“So Harry; have you decided to take up the offer?” asked Kingsley as they left the practice room in the depths of the ministry.
“Probably! However, I still need to think over the ramifications. Draco and I will give you your answers soon, but not immediately, okay?”
~~~ MEETING ~~~
Walking up Diagon Alley, Harry found himself beginning to plan lessons, in response to some of the queries he had already been asked, and smiled to himself.
*It is your destiny, My Son*, came from Fawkes sitting parrot-like on his shoulder.
H: *Maybe it is, Mr Phoenix, but I still need time to get used to the idea*.
D: *What idea is that, Lover?*
Harry looked up and saw Draco walking towards him. *Fawkes says it’s my destiny*.
P: *It is yours too, My Other Son. Do not be afraid to grasp the opportunity, great good will come out of it, both for the world, and for both of you personally*.
H: *Nice of you to come and meet me*, giving Draco a friendly pat on the back.
D: *No big wet kiss, then*?
H: *That’s for later. Just now it would be rather public*.
D: *Hmm … Yes … I know … Politics, damnable politics*.
H: *Did you have something else on your mind*?
D: *Apart from you and a bed, do you mean*?
H: *Don’t forget it’s Juicy’s birthday dinner and we’re almost late as it is*.
D: *Thanks, I had. I’ll collect his present and card. Then we’ll go to the ballroom*.
~~~ DINNER ~~~
Later on, after the birthday dinner and a long time of friendly chatter in the firelight, the lovers were sharing thoughts whilst returning to Chantry Cottage. They realised that Draco’s internal experience had been very much as Harry’s. Externally it was completely different. Draco had to work by himself; having been presented with a number of newly confiscated dark potions, which needed identifying and antidotes concocting if there were none that already worked. Harry could sense his lover’s excitement at the project; Fawkes added his approbation, as well.
The hot shower was their vehicle for hot sex that night. Their post-coital bed time cuddle had them sharing their excitement at the challenges ahead.
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Friday had the first group of fourth-years coming through the portal and settling in before hearing Harry’s story at chocolate time.
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