The Malfoy Trial

An hour or two later Kreacher announced lunch. Harry looked at the two engrossed chess players, noting in passing, that there was an impasse looming.

“Right you two, give it up. Leave the game if you like, and return to it another day.”

“Yes Ron, don’t forget you have my swap-duty to fulfil and you’ll need sustenance to withstand the boredom,” Seamus added.

Harry clasped Draco’s shoulders and lifted him. Seamus did much the same for Ronald.

“Good game …” Draco proffered a tentative hand.

“Mmm … Yes … Good game …” Ronald stared at the outstretched hand undecidedly; shook himself and reached out to shake: “Another day, perhaps?”

“If Milord allows it;” Draco half smirked over his shoulder looking questioningly at Harry.

“Milord might just allow it,” said Harry sarcastically: “But not today. You and I have an appointment with Dean, and old copper-knob has Seamus’s duty to fulfil. Remember?”

“YES HARRY.”

They filed out and into the oak panelled dining room. Winky’s lunch was its usual superb self and the six of them bantered during the eating thereof.

Ronald was the first to leave to take over his swapped duty. Hermione stayed a little longer, chatting to Draco in the library about some books she had bought, and looking over Draco’s new purchases. Harry, Justin and Seamus looked over Harry’s report discussing some of the finer points. He was glad of their input and altered various paragraphs before he sent it to the Wizengamot Office.

As Hermione left Kreacher popped in with an official looking letter.

“It’s from the Wizengamot Clerk,” said Harry, reading it: “He says an Auror of my choice must witness the beatings. He also includes a voucher for a basic chastisement kit and the schedule of dates.”

“Why an Auror of your choice?”

“I quote: ‘so as the punishment may be seemly and confidentially performed’.”

“That means someone who won’t tittle-tattle, doesn’t it?”

“I imagine so. How about one of you two? You already know and I hope Justin will keep Seamus from being too indiscrete.”

“Please Guys,” Draco put on his most appealing look.

Seamus’s book came out again. Justin pointed. “That’s the one. Two hours pay, I say! Let’s split it, an hour each, mmm?”

“Okay, it might be quite fun. Do you get hard when you’re smacked, Draco?”

Draco coloured up and looked down at his feet.

“I take it that that’s a yes, then.”

“Leave my vassal alone you two; it’s embarrassing enough for me without you labouring the point for him.”

Draco gave Harry a relieved smile.

“Anyway, what’s a chastisement kit?” Harry looked puzzled.

Seamus looked in his book again: “The chastisement kit shall consist of a frame or harness to hold the subject steady and suitable instruments of punishment. It goes on to list them, Harry: Cane, crop, bat, birch, flogger or tawse, lash, paddle, rod, scourge, strap, stick, swat, switch, or whip. Oh! And there’s a list of frames too: Cangue, horse, pillory, rack, reverse chair, suspension harness, triangle, or whipping post. There’re lots to choose from.” He leered at Draco: “Is any one your favourite?”

Harry glared at his fellow Gryffindor: You’re overstepping the line again, Friend.”

Seamus held up his hands in mock surrender: “Okay Harry! Sorry Draco! Be warned; when he uses ‘friend’ like that, that’s the time to put up defence wards.”

Draco sniggered: “Thanks for the warning; however the collar won’t let me get that far, will it?”

“Probably not!” it was Justin answering: “Well Harry. When do we go and buy the kit?”

“It’ll have to be tomorrow morning, if you’re free.”

“After coffee all right? There’s a shop in Drastic Alley that sells those sorts of things, I’m told it has a dungeon display room. We Aurors go there to buy our cuffs and other equipment, but that department’s on the ground floor.”

“Not heard of Drastic Alley before, Justin.”

“You wouldn’t have. It’s magically hidden from schoolchildren and minors. There are a couple of very interesting night clubs there too. It’s next door to Knockturn Alley.”

“You’ll have to show me them when we go. C’mon Draco, time to floo to Godric’s Hollow.”

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“Hi Harry! I see you have your vassal with you.” A dusty Dean stood in the living room of Harry’s family home. “Come to see how the renovations are getting on?”

“Hi Dean.” Harry returned the quick hug. “Have you managed to clear all the rubble yet?”

“It’s a bit tricky. Some of it supports the roof. Greg’s making some temporary supports for it.”

“Greg’s here?”

“Yes Draco … Nice loincloth … Do you want to have a chat?”

“May I Harry, please.”

“I don’t see why not, just stay in sight, mmm?”

Dean and Harry moved to where Gregory was working and Draco went over to talk.

Whilst Gregory and Draco caught up with personal news the other two went over the plans, glancing up occasionally at Draco. After an hour or so Gregory began teasing Draco unmercifully about how much skin was showing. Eventually Draco got fed up with it and tackled him. It was a silly thing to do, because Gregory’s powerful muscles soon overpowered the blond. To teach Draco a lesson Gregory undid the knots and removed his coverings, playing with Draco’s cock until it was hard. Draco managed to escape and then followed a pursuit, as a naked Draco chased a gleeful Gregory round the garden, trying to retrieve his loincloth.

Dean chuckled: “I seem to remember Seamus chasing you round our dorm like that.”

“Then you all ganged up on me and held me down while he played with my prick.”

“That was your first time, wasn’t it?”

Harry blushed: “Um … Yes … C’mon Draco, time to go back.”

Gregory gave Draco his loincloth back, and had a quick grope at the same time.

“Merlin, I wish I had my wand,” Draco muttered; scowling as he tied the draw-strings.

“That’s why I did it, Draco. It was a change for me to set the pace. No hard feelings?” Gregory held out his hand.

“I s’pose not – No hard feelings, Greg.” Draco took the hand and pulled his friend into a quick hug.

Harry and Draco flooed back to Grimmauld Place, ate dinner, and after a couple of games of exploding snap retired to bed.

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Sometime in the middle of the night Draco woke. There were grunts and squeaks coming from Harry’s bed. Draco’s hard-on grew: ‘He doesn’t make that much noise usually,’ he thought as he stroked himself, imagining what his lord was dreaming about.

The noises turned into cries of terror: ‘Merlin; it’s one of those dreams Hermione told me about. Right Vassal … Get up and comfort your lord.’

On the way over Draco found the mint salve and opened it up. Harry was thrashing around trying to escape the bedclothes which had become tightly wrapped about his person.

“Harry, Harry, It’s only a dream,” Draco crooned, smearing the salve on Harry’s brow. Draco continued crooning and stroking whilst he waited until Harry calmed down a bit, and then set about untying the imprisoning sheets.

As soon as his hands were free, Harry clung to his vassal: “Please, please, no more, I can’t bear it.”

“It’s all right; he’s gone out of the room now.” Draco imagined that Harry was dreaming about being beaten by his uncle for being a Magical. He ran his hand down Harry’s back and rubbed it in a soothing way. Harry shivered as he calmed down, but still clung to Draco. Draco reached out and spread the bedclothes over them both, realising that he could not easily escape, nor did he really want to. Eventually he nodded off; rather pleased about having a legitimate reason for being in Harry’s bed.

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“Um … Draco … Wake up!” Harry had found he had a visitor, who somehow had inserted a leg between his, and captured one of his likewise.

“Mmf.” Draco sleepily snuggled into the warm body next-door to him.

Harry tried again, only to be hugged tighter. So he tried a different tack; tickling Draco’s ribs. That got a reaction, but not quite the one Harry expected. Draco pushed his hips forward and Harry realised that his vassal had equivalent morning wood because the two rigid implements ground together. Harry almost pushed Draco off, but then had second thoughts.

Imperceptibly he began to move his pelvis; the sensation was new and quite pleasing. Slowly he gained confidence, thrusting his implement in heavier swipes. As things heated up, Harry realised that Draco was responding and had moved his hands to grip Harry’s buns. Desiring greater pressure Harry followed suit. Groaning in pleasure, Harry proceeded to lubricate the reciprocation, gripping hard on two fair buttocks. Four thrusts later Draco followed suit.

“Merlin! what a way to wake me up. Can I have that kind of alarm call every morning, please?”

“Um … Perhaps my vassal can tell me why he’s in my bed to start with.”

“Mint salve.”

“What? Oh!” Harry rubbed his fingers over his forehead and smelt them. “Was it bad?”

“Self preservation, really, your screams were getting near the collar’s danger mark. Then you clung on to me begging me to stop.”

“Oh …! That one again! It was Uncle Vernon beating me for some petty reason or another. I got them so regularly that I forget the causes. That still doesn’t tell me why you snuggled up.”

“Well, you threw your arms around my neck when you pleaded and started shivering. So I drew the cover over us, I must have fallen asleep with you hugging me. Not that I object one iota. Be a good lover and cast a Scourgify before we are cemented together in dried cum.”

“Scourgify! … Be a good what?” Draco felt Harry tense.

“Lover! Entwined like this, we could hardly be called casual acquaintances anymore, could we?”

“Um … Not been like this before … It’s quite nice.” Harry laid his head on the pillow an inch or two from Draco’s silver eyes.

“Didn’t you have sleepovers, then?”

“Um … Yes … Occasionally, but we were clothed and had a blanket between us, you know. The girls insisted on it.”

“So, did Ginny share a bed with you?”

“A couple of times. We cuddled and kissed, but we never ended up anything like this, not even with the blanket between us.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“It was all right, I suppose. Um … I enjoyed this though.” The pair of emerald orbs sparkled.

“Oh! So you might like to do it again, then?” Draco was growing again, and emphasised his words with a quick grind.

“What; now?”

“Do you have any immediate pressing engagements, Milord?”

“It’s not an engagement that’s pressing me just now.” Harry waggled his eyebrows as well as his loins.

“Mage Potter, I do believe you’re flirting with me. Is that a prelude to something more exciting?”

“Adept Snape, my I remind you that one of a vassal’s duties is to service his lord.”

“Servicing coming up, Harry.”

They rolled around on the bed, frotting. Sometimes Harry was on top, sometimes Draco.

“Merlin, I do like to feel your arse when it flexes, Draco. It’s quite a turn on by itself.”

Some groaning and rolling around.

“Your love-line tickling my navel sends shivers down my back, Harry.”

More groaning and rolling around.

Soon their compliments turned into grunts of lechery as the two of them neared their second climax. Draco was a few seconds early this time but the expelled quantities remained very much the same. Harry cleansed them and then collapsed on his back onto the mattress. Their legs were still entwined and Draco lay diagonally along Harry’s torso, idly stroking Harry’s hairy chest. Harry’s hands were experiencing the silkiness of Draco’s tresses. They lay in a half torpor enjoying stroking and being stroked.

Pop: “If you gentlemen intend to stay like this, do you want me to show Justin and Seamus up? I’m sure they’d enjoy the floor show.”

“What?”

“There is yet time for you to shower and have breakfast, Harry. Although your second cup of coffee is liable to be sharing your elevenses with them. Will you be requiring the second bed, now?”

“Well Draco … Will we?”

“Hmm … Is that an invitation into your bed, my lord?”

“Invitation or not, you’re already here, aren’t you?”

“Hmm … So you want to make it permanent then?”

“Let’s say that I’d like to continue the experiment, as long as it is as enjoyable as this morning’s episode.”

“I might just be able to make it more enjoyable, Milord.” Draco arched his eyebrows suggestively.

“Okay Kreacher, take it away. I liked the old dressing table we took out to make room.”

Kreacher snapped his fingers: the narrow bed disappeared and a red mahogany dressing table replaced it. Kreacher collapsed panting.

“This used to be in my room here, when I was a kid. I once hid my teddy in one of the secret drawers.” Draco got up and went over and started playing with the ornamental surround.

“Are you all right Kreacher?” Harry rose and went to see to his elf.

“I’ll be okay in a minute or two Harry. I keep on forgetting I’m not as young as I was.”

“I know; that’s why I didn’t expect an immediate response. I could have helped, you know. Why did you rush things?”

“Winky’s a little cross with me this morning. So I thought that telling her that there was one less set of bed-linen to wash, might put things right.”

Draco looked crafty: “So what did you do to her last night, then?”

“It was more, what I didn’t do to her last night, really.”

“Oh! … I see. I could mix some elfin pepper-up potion if you’d like.”

“Thanks Draco, yes please. Now you’d better both be quick with your ablutions.”

“YES DADDY!” They both answered semi-sarcastically.

Kreacher chuckled and popped off carefully.

They had a joint shower, sharing the washbasin whilst cleaning their teeth. Harry shaved whilst Draco brushed his hair. As Kreacher had said, their second cup of coffee was taken in the tapestry room with Seamus and Justin. Refreshment over the quartet flooed to WWW. Percy greeted them.

“How are things going, Percy?”

“Not bad, George still has bad days. Helping him out is much better than all that politics. It keeps Mum and Dad happy too. Come to buy something?”

“Yes, but not from here today, thanks.”

“Will you be coming over for dinner on Sunday?”

“Um … I’m not sure.” Harry used his eyes and a slight nod to indicate Draco.

“Yes, I see … I’ll floo Mum about it … See you later.”

They went out of the shop into the bustling crowd.

“Sorry to cramp your personal affairs, Harry. Pity you can’t leave me behind.”

“Perhaps, but the Weasleys will have to get used to you being with me, won’t they?”

“Hmm … I s’pose so. Would you mind taking me to Physic Alley afterwards, I need some items for the potion I promised Kreacher?”

“Okay … Now where’s this naughty shop?”

“Follow me Harry,” Justin beckoned.