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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(mutual masturbation and some under duress)
~~~ LITTLE PEOPLE ~~~
The last tweet of the dawn chorus was long gone by the time two lazy layabouts needed to get up. Harry was slightly more awake than Draco and rolled the bedclothes down to get up. He noticed that the fire was burning brightly and assumed that Draco must have stoked it about half an hour ago. Draco mumbled slightly and turned on his back. Harry enjoyed the site of his companion’s charged cock; so, he slid his hand towards the protrusion and, clasping it, began to pump gently.
“Ooh! What a lovely alarm call. Much better that the Manor’s harsh ‘get-up’ and a bucket of cold water. May I return the compliment?”
“Yes please!”
Neither of them were energetic, revelling in the slow burn towards summation.
Suddenly the door opened and in walked Tom, carrying a breakfast tray piled high with sizzling food. There was no time to cover up, let alone let go of the fiery fidpins with their scarlet mushrooms.
As he kicked the door closed, Tom remarked: “I guessed as much last night. Then when I came to brighten your fire, you two looked so cosy in your joint embrace. Now that is what I call confirmation. Don’t leave off, carry on. You won’t mind if I watch the culmination, will you?”
Every bit of Harry blushed, Draco turned quite pink too, but they did as Tom suggested; speeding up slightly to keep their embarrassment from overwhelming them. Their joint huffing grunts heralded coition. As their first cream shot there was a flash, and then another as a second spurt gushed upwards. For a minute Harry’s sex-fogged mind thought it was a new experience; then, in horror, he realized Tom had taken photographs of Draco and him in complete delicto.
“No need to worry young men. I have a private gallery of all the goings-on at the Leaky Cauldron. It makes sure that no-one makes any trouble for me. You’d be surprised who has been with who.”
Both students were in a state of shock, and their implements slackened quickly. Tom ogled their nakedness and performed a special cleaning charm on them.
“I expect you are very hungry. I was, at your age, especially when I’d been at it all night.”
“We weren’t at it all night,” Harry blurted, “we managed some sleep in between.”
“I wish Gryffindorks would think before they speak, Harry.” Draco smirked, not too displeased at the revelation: “Now what, Tom?”
“I take it you’ll be staying until the first, Master Malfoy?”
Draco detected a slight edge in Tom’s voice: “I hadn’t really considered it one way or the other. Why do you ask?”
“I think it would be advisable. You are quite safe here, enclosed by the wards the Minister put up for Harry. As your parents are absent; you could floo your house-elves and have them send your trunk.”
Draco got the hint, leaned out of the bed and jingled his multi-galleon purse ostentatiously.
“I don’t sell my pictures, Master Malfoy; even if the Prophet was to offer ten thousand each. They’re my safeguard”
“But there is a price, isn’t there, Tom?” Draco gazed candidly at Tom.
“A Price? … No! … Perhaps a favour or two granted … Mmm?”
“I thought so! I take it that the favours are both present and future.” Draco looked calculatingly at Harry’s naked torso and caught Tom following his eyes.
Tom nodded slightly, a gleam in his eyes. Draco cottoned on.
“So if I stay, we could expect a visitor sometime this evening?” Draco looked piercingly at the hotel’s proprietor.
“If he were welcomed appropriately, yes. More like supper time; though.”
“How appropriately?”
“No more than has been displayed already.” Tom was idly stroking his left forefinger with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.
Harry felt as though he was at a tennis match. He had never understood the scoring regime, there was no ball; and yet his head was going side to side between the players.
“Harry, would you offer me the use of your bed and room until we return on the train, please?”
“Um … What …? Oh!” Harry’s face lit up with a pleased smile. “With your parents away you’ll be much safer here. Won’t he, Tom?”
“Yes, Master Potter, you both will.” Tom was practically drooling. “I’ll remove the heating charm from your breakfast, shall I?”
“Yes please. I could eat a horse.” Harry’s tummy rumbled in agreement.
Tom left with a noticeable bulge beneath his belt. Harry and Draco tucked in to the delicious breakfast whilst Draco explained the verbal contract’s details.
“It can hardly be any worse that what Uncle did to me, or your father did to you, can it?” Harry remarked, shrugging; when he understood what was to happen.
As he cleared away the breakfast remains [nothing but licked cutlery and scraped clean crockery] Tom suggested that they might like to use his private rooftop garden. “It’s not overlooked, and I have extended the minister’s wards up there.”
Draco whispered: “nude sunbathing,” to Harry. Draco had a very suggestive leer on his face. “Will you be joining us, Tom?”
“No! Too much to do during the day; my assistants only come in the evenings.”
“So will his two latest debauchees,” whispered Draco in Harry’s ear.
~~~ GARDENS ~~~
It may have been cold during the night and wet the previous day, but the sun shone brilliantly on Tom’s garden. All the flowers had delicious scents, many of them had leaves that gave off delightful aromas when touched or gently squeezed. Draco had a lot of fun identifying them and telling Harry of their magical properties. Harry had an equal amount of fun identifying the pollinating insects, because Draco knew little about their habits or usefulness in a garden.
“It was a way of getting out of the house, and that trio who hated me. Aunt Petunia liked the flowers, but hated the work put into their nurture to make them bloom. She even bought me some horticulture books. Dudley used to help occasionally, so I suppose it’s up to him now. All my uncle did was cut the front lawn so short that I had to work hard to keep it green. I imagine it’s all withered by now.”
“I can see something that hasn’t withered.”
“I’m not surprised with you stroking my bum..Look at that pair of fairies pairing, just there.”
“Oh yes! But they’re nixies and pixies. Fairies are much smaller. Probably magical insects. Pixies and nixies can, at least, communicate with us. Look there’s another twosome.” Draco pointed, moving the stroking hand to between Harry’s thighs. “They’re doing it on a green leaf. Can we try it on the green grass?”
“It’ll leave a pattern on your bum.”
“I’m not the one who’ll be on his back.”
“Oh yes you are!”
A friendly, frotting wrestling match took place. Both had patterns on their bums, especially after they had ejaculated and lay on their backs with pools of cum in their navel hollows. Each watched fascinated as the nixies and pixies, drawn by the smell of semen, came to lap up the white fluid. From then on, the little people hovered about the two students, brushing their wings lightly upon them. Tom brought a lunch tray up and fell about laughing.
“I see you’ve been having fun up here too. The little ones will turn nasty if you don’t give then at least one more supply to drink. They stung your father’s member, Master Malfoy,and it swelled up very painfully. Only Mr Snape rubbing a salve on it every hour managed to reduce it enough for disguise. I think your godfather weakened the potency of the salve so he could continue caressing the lord of the manor. Lucius could have no sex for at least a month and daren’t go to Poppy for a cure as they were technically under age.”
After lunch Draco said to Harry: “I must go to the loo, all that food has created belly-pressure and the dildo hasn’t helped either. I’ll take the crocks into our room. See you in half an hour.”
Harry gave his friend a parting bum-pat and went off to explore more sections of the garden. Being magical, it was like the tents. More space inside its confines than they suggested. There were rose arbours, honeysuckle trellises, lavender walks plus other flower and scent filled hidey-holes. In one such bower Harry found two little ones locked in a sort of wrestling match. There was a light screen of lemon balm leaves between him and the two combatants. There were also myriad rose blossoms around the private area, and the heady scent overpowered Harry’s normal bashfulness. Having little else to do, he sat down, parted the leaves slightly and settled in to enjoy the show. Then he realised that they were not wrestling and that they were both male.
Fascinated he watched the cavorting of the almost six-inch-high creatures. Harry reckoned that their inches equalled human feet as a rule of thumb. There was one difference though; their members were thin and on a human, would be nearly eighteen inches long. The result was that each had to pump the other with two hands. Harry stroked himself wondering what it would be like to have a thin prick that touched his chin when it was hard.
“Pervert!” squeaked one of the pixies. “Have you nothing better to do than spy on us?”
“Um … Sorry … Um … I was just exploring the garden … Um … Anyway … you came and watched Draco and I.” Harry felt slightly drowsy from the heavy perfume.
“That has nothing to do with it,” chirped the other one angrily. “Come here mortal and receive your punishment.”
In his lethargic state a delightful compulsion overtook the Gryffindor, and he moved around the sweet-smelling barrier into the moss carpeted arbour. Once he was lying down, the two pixies fixed his arms and legs by causing creepers to attach themselves to his limbs and he felt a slight tingle when they gripped. The pair of pixies sat on Harry’s stomach stroking his rapidly expanding cock and having a whispered conversation. Harry was definitely turned-on, both by the stroking and by the sight of two naked manikins and their erect shiny green protrusions.
The conference ceased and the two pixies stood, one of them hugging Harry’s hard-on and flexing it. The other one walked down Harry’s chest and stood with its tool resting on Harry’s chin. “You have two choices, Mortal. To be stung or to submit to our advances.”
Harry was in no doubt as to what ‘advances’ meant, because as the one manikin said the word, the other one bounced up and down on Harry’s balls with its hugging arms caressing his cock.
There was no real choice was there? Rumours of Lucius came to mind and Harry was certain he did not want Snape anywhere near his prick. Anyway, the languorous perfume spoke of superlative sexual summation. His decision was made.
~~~ SEARCHING ~~~
Draco arrived back in the garden having purged himself and had a quick shower. Harry was not where he had left him. Instead of calling out, Draco decided to use his perceptions to try and locate Harry. The Slytherin closed his eyes and allowed his mind to go wandering, as he had been instructed. Within a minute Draco was assailed by extremely erotic emanations. ‘Trust my special Gryffindor to find relief’, he thought and moved off suffering from increasingly strident titillating sendings.
Draco found the rose bower and, as Harry had done, peered through the light screen of aromatic leaves. There was a flock of hovering excited nixies and pixies all staring intently at Harry who was tied down in the moss by creepers. However, there were two special pixies playing with his prick. One sat between Harry’s thighs and bounced his balls the other stood astride those thighs hugging Harry’s glans. The roses’ heady aroma was already working its magic and in consequence Draco’s dick had dilated delightfully. Draco looked again and his mouth fell open in shock. The manikin was not hugging Harry’s mushroom, but humping it. The little green pixie’s engorgement was riding up and down inside the young mage’s glans-lips. Harry was squirming in saturnalian salaciousness and Draco could feel the extreme enjoyment radiating from his friend.
The ball-bouncing pixie looked up, gave Draco and piercing stare: “Come here mortal and share your comrade’s carnality.”
Draco felt a delightful compulsion invade him. Nothing like Imperio ... it felt benign. Like an automaton the Slytherin walked around the screen; the hovering nixies and pixies parted so that he could lay on the moss as close to Harry as possible. Then a cloud of beating gossamer wings obscured everything else from sight. The vine that had held Harry’s right ankle unwrapped itself and then spiralled up Draco’s leg as well, binding him firmly to his companion’s heaving body, whilst others held him down. The pixie stopped ball-bouncing, moved over, grabbed Draco’s dick and inserted its own down the fair one’s upper urethra.
The feeling was unimaginable, something like the Rictusempra his father had cast but infinitely more delightful. Draco could feel each millimetre of the sprite’s prick as it reciprocated inside his own. He retaliated by humping in tune with the randy rhythm invading his consciousness. Breathlessly Draco reached his peak, but was unable to shoot because of the magical being’s plug. Now Draco felt what Harry had been feeling. The acute pain of coition was being enhanced every time his scrotum added more juice into his expanding inner duct. In unison both sorcerers’ apprentices arched high into the air, only fingers and heels were left touching the soft moss. The two minute magical molesters reached their climax and sent shots of their own spunk hurtling down into the awaiting river of sperm; causing Draco’s eyes to water in lust. The little people slowly withdrew; Draco expected to blow them away with his own sexual eruption, but this did not happen. He could feel his juices rising lava-like up his stem, electrifying every nerve ending as it slithered past.
As the whipped cream emerged slowly from between his glans-lips the winged ones lapped it up. Still arched, the two young magicians experienced an extremely slow burn of sexual fulfilment and the tickling kisses of numerous minute mouths. Twenty minutes it took before their muscles began to lose their rigidity and a further ten minutes before their bums sank into the cool comforting moss. They lay there with every muscle and nerve quivering in excruciating ecstasy before lapsing into exhausted sleep.
When they woke, the little people were gone. The sun had moved towards the west appreciably and there was a chill in the air. Harry realised that he was lying very close to Draco; each with a hand guarding the other’s jewels. He also realised that they were warm, insulated from the cold air by a thick layer of dandelion fluff and from the earth by a generous layer of moss.
Draco shifted slightly; shooting sparks of sexiness from Harry’s sensitive glans to his carnal consciousness. He huffed at the sensation and twitched his hands in response; thus, making his fingers caress the Malfoy mushroom. Draco’s reaction was much the same.
“Merlin’s balls, Harry. Can your dirty Gryffindor mind not think of anything else but sex?”
“You’re one to talk; you were playing tunes with your fingers on my prick.”
“Whatever! You can let go now.”
Harry tried to move his hands. Apart from re-exciting Draco’s dick, nothing moved.
“Um … Draco … I can’t move my hands away and your cock’s flexing again.”
“Well move your bum out of the way. Blast this downy stuff; I can’t see what’s happening.”
“I would move my bum out of the way but your hands are gripping my cock.”
Then they both heard piping chuckles.
“Oh no! They’ve stuck us together somehow.”
“Can you move your legs? I can.”
“Yes! Okay; let’s try to stand up.”
It was a struggle but ten minutes had them standing. Draco’s hands were still glued to Harry’s prick and Harry’s hands were still gripping Draco’s dick with his mushroom’s lips just visible. They couldn’t see what was holding them together and, as their wands were in their room, thus they were not able to separate themselves. There was another problem too. As Draco walked his hands excited Harry and Harry’s hand travelled up and down, agitating Draco’s already crimson cock.
By the time they had reached the main lawn they each were ready to unload another dollop of cum and lay down in preparation. As before, it came out slowly. Draco was first and the discharge pooled on the top of Harry’s fists. Immediately they were surrounded by the tiny winged beings. Once Harry’s hands had been cleaned he found he could remove them. Harry’s end was purple and poked out from the top of Draco’s gripping fist, damming any cream that might have escaped. It was then Harry’s turn to supply fae-nourishment. Once Harry had pumped his last and the area was clean, Draco’s hands released their grip on Harry’s appurtenance and they were free.
~~~ EVENING ~~~
Wobbling their way through the French-windows into their room they collapsed on the bed. That was how Tom found them when he brought the dinner tray. He knew just the way to wake them up, sat down in between them and grabbed a handful of each. Both cocks hardened instantly, and he smelt attar of roses. Both participants were still asleep as Tom caressed and fondled. This time the fluid shot out, and the boy’s eyelids shot open. They groaned in unison until the coition was finished.
“I see you found the rose bower. You have one consolation; the nixies and pixies will never sting you; so, you have no fear of Snape molesting you in pretence of curing you. However, Ding and Dong may well demand your services again, not immediately, but in a couple or more months. You never know when, a lot depends on the supply of willing donors.” Tom gave their tender tools a final tickle and was rewarded by huffs of painful pleasure. “Eat well, you need to replenish your reserves.”
Having had his fun that day, Tom indulged himself no further. The boys’ supper was heavily flavoured with chocolate and by the time it was finished there was enough energy for a frotting wrestle plus a hot and cold shower before retiring. As on the previous night, each one managed to bring his companion to fruition.
~~~ MORNING ~~~
They woke up in the morning with the bedclothes rolled down and Tom’s hands on their woodies. “I want you to turn around and kneel,” he asked.
Harry wondered to himself if it were a new position as he did as he was asked. Draco worried that Tom might use the dildo, but complied. Tom placed bowls beneath them and began milking them rather like male versions of cows. Every drop landed in the dishes.
“You were going to anyway, weren’t you? So why waste it,” Tom queried with a smile. “Take it into the garden with you for breakfast. I’ve set it out there.”
Harry looked at Draco with a worried expression, Draco shrugged and his tummy rumbled. A quick shower had them going out with bowls of creamy libation in their hands. There was an east facing arbour and the sun was pleasantly warm. What surprised them both were the attentive sprites. Ding and Dong sat on the table beside the steaming bowls. Harry saw Draco’s face frown and his mast lengthen slightly.
“What flavour honey would you like on your porridge?” Dong asked, or was it Ding?
The other one rattled off a long list of possibilities. Both students avoided rose, Harry favouring honeysuckle and Draco lilac. The sprites flew off and a minute later the little green men appeared carrying pieces of honeycomb in two bowls.
“Thank you for the sweeteners,” said Draco graciously.
“Thank you for today’s offering and yesterday’s fun,” was the squeaky reply. “Did you enjoy it, too?”
“Um … yes thank you … You needn’t have tied us down, you know.”
“No? We knew that would be part of the fun for you, Harry. Besides, the vine injects a special stimulant; so, we got twice as much in return.”
“Really?” Draco’s potions interest was roused. “Perhaps a lotion or a linctus could be made from it.”
“Your professor Snake tried.” [Both boys giggled at the apt misnomer.] “He ended up shaking and willy-weeping for nearly a week, we had nearly a gallon out of him and had to constantly feed him honey to keep him alive. Tom says he was in bed for a month, recovering.”
“I’m warned, thanks. What’s it called, so we can avoid it; he’s bound to have some preserved in a jar somewhere in his store.”
“Voluptuary Vine. Very apt, don’t you think.”
Draco smiled a secret smile as he replied in the affirmative. Harry had a distinct feeling that Draco wanted the information for another purpose as well. Not that he could figure out exactly what it might be; unless it was vengeance on the thugs.
Before lunch Harry had completed all his potions essays, with helpful hints from Draco, and Draco had read more about extrasensory perception, just about equalling Harry’s talent and learning. They tried out the call-for-help exercise and the keep-away-it’s-dangerous one as well. It took a lot of concentration at first, but they grew more proficient as they practiced.
Lunch over they each separately visited Diagon Alley and after tea, they lay in hammocks under the beech trees, sometimes practicing and sometimes seeing if they could send arousing thoughts; net result: two hard-ons wanting relief. This time they had brought their wands, so they knitted the hammocks together and stroked each other languidly. Soon a band of the fae people were perched on the edges of the combined hammocks watching keenly. Harry came first; stilling his hand on his companion until the drinking was almost over. Then he redoubled his efforts on Draco, providing a creamy second course jiggling on a smooth fair belly.
The perception exercises became more and more involved as they learnt. They found out that images were the easiest to pick up, that is apart from their personal feelings. ‘Images’ was not quite the right word, but neither of them could find a better one. Ron was easy: *red hair and anger*. Hermione was *bushy and bookish*. Crabbe and Goyle were almost indistinguishable from one another *dumpy and terrorizing*. With *scheming* added for Theodore. They found that Snape was represented by a *snake and a sneer*, Dumbledore, *bearded and a twinkle*. Slowly they built up a repertoire of descriptions of people whom they both knew and then attempted those they had talked about. Lucius and Vernon were mainly hate, one silvery and the other with a glittering eye. Their own images were dark cock/broom and light cock/broom, although the cock and the broom seemed to be all one; hard cock at the front and dark or fair bristles at the back.
The evening became chilly; so, dinner was partaken in their room followed by more practice. They were so engrossed that they did not notice Tom enter the bedroom complete with a supper tray. Draco saw him first and sent *cock-meal-tray* to Harry whose turn it had been to close his eyes and concentrate.
“That must be Tom,” blurted Harry.
“Yes, it is, Master Potter. How did you know? You had your eyes closed.”
“Draco told me,” said Harry, opening his eyes.
“I don’t understand; he said nothing.”
“We’re experimenting with extrasensory perception, Tom.” Draco saw Tom looking puzzled. “It’s like talking mind-to-mind instead of voice-to-ear.”
“Oh! I see! How about a bit of hand-to-skin?” Tom leered at them both.
Harry sent *expected-resignation* to Draco who returned *lascivious-duty*.
“Okay!” said Harry guardedly, taking off the tee-shirt he had so recently donned and starting to unzip.
~~~POST PRANDIAL~~~
Tom waved his wand and a large flat lightly padded bench appeared. Draco recognized it immediately, but Harry didn’t. *Puzzled*? he sent.
“Are you offering to massage us as well, Tom?” Giving Harry a clue.
“Yes, Master Malfoy. I had that in mind; plus, the extras, of course.”
By this time Harry was naked and semi aroused. He lay face up on the massage table awaiting the assault on his genitalia.
“Turn over please, Master Potter.”
Harry looked nervously at Draco registering *Penetration*? worriedly.
“Tom wants to massage your leg and abdominal muscles with oil, Harry. I have had such before; it loosens all your muscular kinks, especially after a hard Quidditch match or some other equivalent exercise.”
“Fine!” Harry turned over.
Draco watched for some time as Harry was massaged. He had to admit that Tom was very thorough. “Tom, how is it you’re not a professional masseur.”
“I was and had a couple of Quidditch teams on my books. Trouble is that with all that young virile flesh around I found it hard not to let my hands stray. Some of the men liked it, but quite a few didn’t. Eventually I was told to resign or be sacked. I didn’t fancy the adverse publicity, so I put it about that, having made enough money in sport; I was going to put it to good use in something more permanent. As this place had a reputation for certain liaisons and, at that time, and was going at the right price, I bought it. Some of the more receptive players still come here for specials. My photographic record keeps would be detractors at bay, either for fear of exposure or because those in power use the Leakey Cauldron for their own special form of politicking.”
By this time Harry had been turned over and was huffing in horny relief. Next it was Draco’s turn. Having watched Harry, Draco was almost on the boil so the massage took less time. Harry watched avidly storing certain hand moves for later trials.
“Thank you Masters. It’s not often I have the privilege of such firm young flesh. I suspect that your liaison is not to be publicised, in the same way I hope that I won’t be reported for pleasuring you at your young age.”
“Quite correct Tom. All three of us can keep secrets securely.” Draco smiled wryly.
“I take it that this will be your last night together then?
Harry looked puzzled: “The train doesn’t go until the day after tomorrow.”
“Ah yes! However, the Family Weasley is booked in tomorrow night and The Nott, Crabbe and Goyle families also.”
“Erm … It wouldn’t be politic for me to be seen with you, Harry. If those three found out, my life would be more of a living hell than they make it at present.” Draco had a sad smile on his face.
“I thought two of them were your sidekicks?” Harry still wore his puzzled frown.
“That’s what it is expedient to say. In fact, they are becoming more and more like my jailers every term, with Theo as their supervisor. I suppose it’s to ensure I don’t stray from the dark and twisty path. I think their fathers will have put them up to it; probably because they don’t trust the way my Father is leaning. Those two may be dim, but they have one or two exotic tortures which I would rather not be subjected to again. No doubt their fathers will have instilled a new one into them; I dread to think what it might be.”
“Listen to what he says, Master Potter. You defeated You-know-who once, but there’re still a lot of evil ones around; Nott, Crabbe and Goyle families especially.” Tom looked slightly scared. “I have grouped all the Slytherins together to avoid awkwardness’s, Master Malfoy; so, I’ll have the house-elves move your things in the morning, if that’s all right.”
“I suppose it must be, Tom. Who’ll be in this room with Harry?”
“I’ve assigned young Master Weasley and the twins. It’s so crowded that all the double beds are being shared. They’ll have their trunks put in Master Percy’s single room, as there’ll be more room there. I’m sorry Master Potter.”
“No problem, Tom. Ron and I have shared before at the Burrow. George and Fred share quite regularly, too.” Harry sensed Draco feeling jealous, so he added: “Usually we top and tail.”
“Who’s my temporary bed-mate then?”
“The good news is that you have a single bed like Master Percy. However, the bad news is that Masters Crabbe and Goyle have a shared double in the same room.”
“At least I’m spared their groping hands all night, if not their company. I’m used to it by now.” Draco put on a brave smile. “Well, Harry; we have the rest of the night to ourselves, so let’s see if we can make it memorable.”
“I’ll leave you to your shenanigans, then. Good night, Masters; the silencing charm is still in place.” Tom gave them a wicked wink as he exited.
There was a hugging session for starters. Harry could sense Draco worrying about Theodore, Vincent and Gregory so he held his companion; trying to send reassurance through their mental link. They had an early hot and cold shower and, in bed afterwards, Harry got Draco to show him most of the sexy things that Lucius had taught him. It took Draco’s mind away from brooding and made an awful mess in the bed. They both enjoyed it immensely.
Morning came and they worked each other’s woodies off, shared a breakfast and went their various ways.
~~~ PRELIMINARIES ~~~
Harry went to Fortescues to have a morning ice-cream and was found there by Hermione and Ronald.
Draco mooched around Flourish and Blotts and then went to the apothecary to stock up on some special potions items – not the normal listed ones. Back in the Leaky Cauldron he sat at a quiet table drinking coffee. Crabbe and Goyle appeared, sat each side of him and ordered their coffees.
“Where’s your Dad, Draco?”
“In France with my Mother, Gregory.”
“So why didn’t you return to the Manor?”
“I’d come up to get all my school supplies, same as you two. My Father gave me enough galleons to stay a couple of nights here, Vincent.”
“Pater says it’s very crowded, Vince and I have to share a double bed.”
“Yes I know. I have a single in the same room.” Draco quailed when he saw Crabbe give Goyle a knowing nod and crack his knuckles.
“Oh good! Look forward to see you later.” Crabbe leered at the Malfoy scion. “I’d better go and be a dutiful son before Pater thrashes me again.” Vincent left.
“What’s he done this time?” Draco gave a weary sigh.
“Abducted a muggle girl, stripped her, and went exploring with his hands. Someone came along and caught them before he got any further. His dad had to oblivate the girl and the bloke who reported it. He was furious, more because Vince was found out than about him molesting a muggle. He was put in the frame and his father used knotted thongs. Vince still has to lie on his front to go to sleep.”
“Right! I’ll remember not to pat him on the back.”
“Very wise! Fancy coming with my folks as we get my school supplies?”
“Why not. That is if they want me to.”
“I’ll ask them.”
So it was, that Draco was chaperoned the rest of the day. He also thought it wise to eat with the two clans at dinner. It would have been most injudicious not to do so. Besides, chatting to the parents also gave him an excuse to avoid sharing a room for as long as possible.
Eventually he had to go to bed and his two minders followed him, Draco felt wicked vibes coming off them, more so than normal. As soon as the bedroom door was closed they grabbed him. Draco would have preferred to undress himself; at least that way his clothes would be wearable in the morning. As it was they rived at his shirt pinging quite a few buttons and left all his apparel in a crumpled heap. Vincent sat on Draco’s legs whilst Gregory held his hands.
“We have a new toy for you Draco.” Vincent held a thick ring in front of the captive’s face.
Draco looked at it with a sinking heart. It appeared to be made of a purple rubbery substance and glowed slightly. It was too big for a finger and not big enough to be fitted on a wrist, Draco sussed where it was going to be fitted, long before the gloating escorts did anything about it.
“Once it’s around your fair balls we can touch with a wand and make it vibrate, contract or expand,” Vincent gloated.
“Then again, his Pater showed me how to make it go hot or cold,” Gregory added.
“Don’t understand why your Dad said we couldn’t fit it now.” Vincent looked chagrined.
Draco saw hope: “If you fit it now you’ll have to use magic, won’t you?”
“Yes! So, what?”
“You’re underage, so the Ministry will have you expelled, idiot.”
“Don’t you call me an idiot, Malfoy?” Vincent grabbed Draco’s balls and twisted them.
Draco was so used to this; all that happened was that he started to develop an erection.
“Dirty slut, you like us doing this, don’t you?”
Draco pretended that he did not. The result being that the two thugs tried nothing else more painful. It took half an hour of painful tugging and twisting before his libation was paid.
“Let that be a warning to you, Malfoy. Pater says we are to make sure you don’t betray the pure-blood party. We’ll fit the ring tomorrow once we’re on the train, the magic won’t be detected then, will it?”
Draco held his peace, racking his brains, trying to remember in which restricted tome the release charm was. The pair quickly got ready for bed, ignoring the shower; for which Draco was grateful, since he spent longer in there becoming relaxed under the hot water. He also started to devise a way that he could share a compartment with some other Slytherins, as he strongly suspected that the duo wanted to fit him in secret.
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