Sir Harry J Potter GCOM

### MIDDAY MEAL ###

At lunch in the Fellows Dining Room Kingsley and Arthur joined the Knights table.

“You’ve really spiked old Malthus’s guns Harry,” said Kingsley, chuckling: “Between you, you’ve discovered and defeated all their niggling alterations. However, there is a real challenge coming this afternoon; in the shape of the Arithmancy of votes. Before the reforms there were forty-nine Fellows plus the seven Knights; threes and sevens.”

“How do you arrive at that?”

“Seven times seven plus seven – there are three sevens in the equation,” explained Draco.

“Now we have added nine goblins and hope to add nine elves. The nines in themselves equate but added to the total it makes a nonsense of the total Arithmancy.”

“Hmm … Sixty three is the next potent number.” Draco was scribbling on the tablecloth: “Hmm … Already exceeded.”

“We promised the smaller groups three representatives each. The centaurs vested their votes in Minerva, and we still await the serpents reply.”

“If you include the knights,” Draco looked up from his sums: “That makes us one short of eighty one, the next potent number … Hmm … three times three four times, Harry … three and four make seven.”

“Thanks Draco.”

“We’ve forgotten a group – They’re the ones we all know and forget about, but are only counted as semi-resident but they are sentient,” offered Justin.

“How can a group be semi resident, Silly?” scoffed Blaise.

“It’s true,” added Hermione smiling at Justin; then she looked at the others: “Think of Sir Nicholas and the other ghosts.”

“Perhaps the Ministry’s ghost could actually become a fellow.” Ronald smiled: “He certainly attends most of the hearings”.

“That would get us the required numbers,” said Neville enthusiastically.

“That’s very Slyth of you, Neville.”

“Why, thank you, Draco. I’ll suppose it was meant as a compliment.”

“Of course!” Draco kept a straight face: “Why don’t you go and talk to him, he tends to haunt the foyer statues during our breaks?”

Neville rose and did just that; returning five minutes later: “He’s really chuffed that someone has asked him.”

“There, that’s settled then;” Draco clap-wiped his hands together in a businesslike way.

“All we have to do is get it past the Court,” remarked Kingsley jocularly: “Mordecai’s lot will oppose you. They want the new groups as advisors only.

“Can we field enough supporters?” asked Arthur.

“We’ve half an hour before the session reconvenes. I have an idea. Can I borrow Draco please Harry?”

“If he wants to go with you, Kingsley,” Harry grinned mischievously: “As head of security you might just be of sufficient stature to mind him properly.”

Kingsley grimaced comically whilst the others chuckled.

“This is the kind of politicking my father used to indulge in. I’d love to get involved.” Draco downed his coffee in a gulp and jumped up eagerly.

Kingsley called a few Aurors over and gave them some hastily scribbled notes and then he took Draco off to his office. The rest of the company finished their meal leisurely, watching as a number of influential Fellows disappeared briefly and came back smiling animatedly. Then it was time to resume.

### SECOND SESSION ###

Draco was delivered back to Harry’s surveillance just as Rolanda brought her gavel down to open the afternoon conference. There were two or three tidying up bits of legislation, none of them controversial. Harry spent his time counting the secretly smiling faces and trying to work out if there was enough support.

‘Crack!’ Rolanda’s gavel roused Harry from his reverie.

“Penultimate item on your order paper – ‘Arithmantic Potency’; Brother Mordecai Malthus to lead,” Rolanda announced.

Malthus rose and, parchment in hand, droned on about how the New Wizengamot did not fit acknowledged Arithmantic patterns, quoting many historical precedents.

“This is a bit like one of Binns’s classes,” whispered Blaise, yawning obviously.

The others nodded in agreement.

“Let him bore the pants off the Fellows, first; then they’ll be more amenable to our reforms,” suggested Draco quietly.

A number of the ‘Old Codgers’ got up and supported Mordecai’s ideas.

And then Septima Vector rose: “Madam Chairman. Most of us agree that the proposed Arithmantic voting is flawed. However instead of reducing it to its previous level, for which the numerology was slightly doubtful, we should be expanding the votes to include our newly elected fellows. I propose that eighty-one should be our new capacity.”

There were angry shouts from some quarters, mainly about disturbing the status quo. Many supportive noises were evident also. Harry could not work out which was loudest.

‘Crack’ “Order please? Perhaps one of our Advisors can elucidate. I believe Advisor Malfoy has the figures at his fingertips. Advisor Malfoy?”

Draco rose and gave a succinct overview of the figures; finishing with the fact that they were only one light.

Xenophilus rose: “There is one minority race not represented …”

“… Not another of your imaginary beings.”

Everyone laughed and then the chamber suddenly went cold.

“No … I meant the ghosts. We all talk to them, they quite often advise us, so why shouldn’t they be represented.”

Suddenly an army of ghosts materialized in the chamber, chorusing: “WE WANT A REP,” endlessly.

Xenophilus waved a hand and the ghosts went silent, but stayed hovering.

There was a debate lasting two hours. Whenever and ‘Old Codger’ rose to speak the ghosts crowded round them and looked menacing. Whenever a supporter rose little sparkles filled the air. Eventually a vote was called – the progressives won by a vote of six – the knights. The ghost of Benjamin Wilberforce took his seat, nearly passing through it before getting his correct height adjusted.

‘Crack!’ “Thank you Fellows for you patience, all we need now is for Sir Kreacher to introduce the elfin Fellows. Sir Kreacher?”

“Thank you Madam Chairman. The elfin council re-convened recently after a lapse of fifteen hundred years or so. We looked at the wizarding precedents for choosing fellows for this august assembly. We also felt, as did our goblin compatriots, that gravitas was the main qualification for membership. And that that gravitas should be recognised throughout the community wherever possible. We also felt that all shades of opinion should be represented within our ranks. Thusly we chose from the ranks of the reeve-elves two from each sphere of influence and one each from the two leading institutions. Those of you who are Arithmancers will have noted a discrepancy of one, but, as I am a Reeve and of the knighthood, we felt that this would balance the equation back to nine. The Reeves of the Ministry and of Hogwarts are two of our nominees and the eight high-family Reeves will also be our representatives. As I am Reeve for House Potter/Black that makes the eight back to seven and, with the two institutional reeves so completes the new Arithmancy in the same way that the Goblin Party has a knight plus their nine.”

As Kreacher had been speaking, so the Reeves had filed in and taken their places between the knights and the goblins. All but the ‘Old Codgers’ stood and applauded the new members.

Then there was a communal gasp. Three shimmering scaly heads rose from out the elfin party and shimmied towards Harry. A hissing conversation started with an interested Ronald listening in.

Harry looked at Ronald: “Would you mind translating for me?” Ronald nodded.

“Point of order.”

“Yes Sister?”

“I thought Parseltongue was a sign of dark-magic and could not be learned.”

“May I answer that, Madam Chairman?”

“Yes, Dame Hermione.”

“That was how Salazar Slytherin wanted it to be remembered. And like most of his misplaced ideals it was not true. Sir Ronald heard Sir Harry using Parseltongue to open up the Chamber of Secrets in order to kill the basilisk. Later on, when we needed to go there again, Sir Harry was not available. Sir Ronald managed to accurately replicate the sounds and open the doors. Since then, with Sir Harry’s full co-operation, I have been writing a lexicon, which should be available sometime next year because, at the moment, our lives are rather engrossed by events here and at Hogwarts. Once the lexicon is completed then Parseltongue lessons will become one of the options at Hogwarts.”

“Does that satisfy you, Sister?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Chairman. Another myth bites the dust and I look forward to the Knights conducting Parseltongue evening classes for us more open minded adults.” The witch concerned glared at the ranks of the ‘Old Codgers’.

The ‘Old Codgers’ growled and looked sour.

Hermione and Ron translated the conversation that ensued; the upshot was that the golden three were vested in the serpents vote for nine years. By that time it was felt that enough Fellows could have learned to speak Parseltongue for the serpents to become integrated. Of course the ‘Old Codgers’ insisted that the snakes learned English, and it took the Fellows from St.Mungo’s quite a while to explain why the snake’s mouthparts were unable to articulate human words. As had become usual the ‘Old Codgers’ were outvoted, but this time massively.

### CONSORTIUM ###

It was half-past five when Harry and his mates arrived back at Grimmauld Place. Harry took Gallus and Kreacher into the Solar and they settled on an offer to Draco. He was called in and, after a little haggling, suitable remuneration was agreed. All sides were pleased; Draco obtained an increase from their original offer and Gallus still had a margin left from the topmost fee they were prepared to pay the blond.

Two satisfied Magicals retired upstairs and took a leisurely shower before going downstairs to dinner. By Harry’s special request this was to be extremely informal and served a la Weasley in the kitchen. Draco screwed up his nose at the idea but endured it because the rest of the party thought it was a good idea. In the end he enjoyed it immensely, the very relaxed atmosphere helped to undo the formal stiffness of the previous Wizengamot meeting and the imagined carefulness of the next one. Draco even decided to learn a couple of washing-up spells from Molly.

Harry and Draco returned to their bedroom, tidied themselves up and went downstairs to greet the members of the Consortium. Gallus was first to arrive, closely followed by George and Amanda Clearwater, Penelope’s parents and inhabitants of Number Eleven. The next four arrived together; Fitzgerald and Gloria Bones, Susan’s only remaining relatives, plus Abraham and Hetty Goldstein from number sixteen and fourteen respectively. Harry realised that they were all of high-family status, the ones Kreacher had mentioned in his list to the Wizengamot, each pair had brought their newly elected Reeve with them.

To begin with the meeting took place around the dining table. Much to the surprise of the other families, Draco shared charge with Gallus. Once they had realised he had a head for business, they willingly accepted his leadership. Gallus was nonplussed at first but soon warmed to Draco’s logical setting out of their plans. In the end each family put forth one fifth of the capital required with Gringott’s taking up the remaining share. There were three properties sandwiched between the Magical’s residences. Except Harry, each family was to offer to buy the one nearest and the Gringott’s money would be added to Harry’s and split into approximate thirds for the necessary refurbishments; the profit being split equally five ways. Harry’s responsibility was to oversee those repairs. Harry found that, instead of being the squabbling nightmare that he had imagined, everyone was very friendly.

After he had shown the Consortium members around number twelve, involving Ronald and explaining the practicalities of their conversion; the second part of the meeting took place in the more convivial atmosphere of the Tapestry Room over fleur-wine and nibbles. They agreed to meet once a week with Amanda and George inviting them all to dinner at number eleven for the next meeting. Their last act took place in the dining room in the form of signing the agreements forming the syndicate, each party to have one copy containing everyone’s signature.

Afterwards Gallus and the Magical families went home, Draco plus Harry climbed upstairs, and the Reeves went downstairs to see Kreacher’s refurbished elfin-quarters. It was a mild night so Draco suggested they sit on the garden terrace to relax with some pumpkin juice, which Huppert brought to them.

### RELAXATION ###

Once Huppert had gone Draco grabbed Harry’s hands and looked earnestly into his eyes.

“Harry, I don’t know how to thank you properly. You’ve given me an income, raised the Malfoy status in the Wizengamot’s eyes and offered me friendship within a family setting; all within a week. I hope that I can adequately fulfil your trust in me; I still feel very unworthy of your regard.”

Draco burst into tears; Harry recovered from his shock and, not for the first time, hugged the sobbing blond to him, whispering comforting words. The weepy-do was not as long as the previous one and Draco sniffed at the end of it.

“That’s another of your shirts I’ve ruined.” Draco smiled wanly.

“It’s the same one, actually. Next time I put it on I’ll have some absorbent padding underneath, shall I?” Harry replied lightly and briefly kissed Draco on his forehead.

“That was nice; Mother used to do that when I’d been all serious with her.”

Harry loosened the hug slightly: “I think my mum did that when I was little, or so Sirius told me.”

“Do you miss your parents?” Draco placed a comradely hand round Harry’s shoulder.

“I miss Sirius more, I was too small to really remember Mum and Dad, all I have is the photograph album that Hagrid gave me; I treasure that immensely.”

“I’ve underestimated that man greatly. He may be clumsy sometimes, but his heart’s in the right place.”

“Yeah! Something that I kept telling you in your previous incarnation;” Harry patted Draco playfully on the cheek.

“I’m not the one who visited the otherworldly Kings Cross – You are.” Draco’s other hand patted Harry’s thigh, comfortingly.

“I’m the same old Harry, but your new Draco is a joy to behold.” Harry touched foreheads with Draco.

Draco buffed his fingernails on his chest, and smirked: “So … Do you love the new Draco enough to …”

“… Have another session with you? I think that that is what your hand is telling me.” Harry looked down at Draco’s other hand, still resting on his thigh.

“Ooh … Sorry!” Draco removed the hand as though he had burnt it.

“It’s me that’s sorry now; I was just getting into the mood.”

“What?” Draco looked up and, because Harry’s face was still close, accidentally touched lips.

Harry nervously wet his lips slightly and, in so doing, touched Draco’s. Draco’s eyes widened and his lips quivered, opening very slightly. Gently Harry extended his tongue which was now touching Draco’s teeth. Draco’s hands sneaked around Harry’s shoulders, drawing their bodies closer. Harry altered the angle of his face so that their noses were not butting each other and then felt Draco’s tongue emerge. The sensation caused electric shocks to both their systems and a heavy snogging session got underway; occasionally coming up for air. Soon their hands started wandering in search of bare flesh, undoing buttons and untucking clothes in the process.

Hedwig [2] flew by and hooted at them.

Harry looked up: “I think we should be more private, don’t you?”

Draco giggled: “I’m sure your owl knows what goes on.”

Harry chuckled: “If we go much further we shall be naked, and two deck chairs are not best suited to what I have in mind. I think our bed would be a better venue, don’t you?”

“Hmm … Your suggestive suggestion has some merits. Especially as I’ve developed a crick in my back:”

As Draco stood he had to grab his trousers because Harry’s exploring hands had already undone the waistband.

Harry grabbed Draco’s shoulders and steered him through two doors into their room. Once inside Draco let go, stepping out of his trousers and leaving them in a heap. Harry almost remonstrated with his mate, but then he noticed a purple pole emerging from Draco’s undershorts. Harry shrugged, undid his top button and allowed his trousers to follow suit. As one they shed their top garments and kicked off their shoes. Draco reached the bed first and sat down so sharply that his legs flew up in the air. Harry giggled and caught Draco’s feet, pulling off the socks and tickling the bare soles. Draco started twitching and laughing hysterically, trying to tell Harry to stop, but not able to articulate the necessary words. Harry was very turned on by Draco’s helpless wriggling, but also realised that he wanted to be nearer the hot body on the bed and ceased his ministrations.

It was the work of seconds to remove both of their undergarments and Harry’s socks. They lay down facing each other and recommenced snogging. As before, their hands went exploring, but with no impedimenta in the way they settled on each other’s buttocks. It started by stroking the delightful mounds, but as their libidos got into gear, the caresses turned to gripping. Clutching hands forced energised erections to press together and, for a small amount of individual movement culminated in a full frotting session. Even after ejaculation they continued, gasping into each other’s mouths, but not daring to be the first one to stop. At some time their positions had changed slightly, ending up with each one gripping one of the other’s legs between his thighs.

The second ejaculation was mind bending and seemingly unending. However, end it did and two exhausted participants lay there, bodies entwined, falling immediately into a deep sleep.

### BLOW JOB ###

Harry awoke glued to Draco in dried cum. In reaching for his discarded wand he tweaked their attached hairs.

“Merlin Harry, that was some session. Next time we must cleanse ourselves before falling asleep.”

“‘Lavaro Nos!’ That’s better! Had my wand been under the pillow, where I normally keep it, there wouldn’t be that little pile of tweaked hair on the under sheet.”

Harry bent down and blew it away. His breath caught Draco’s dong and tickled it causing it to lengthen slightly. Instead of straightening, Harry sat scrunched up, scrutinising the fair curls and what they contained. He had never been this close to anyone’s genitalia before and found it fascinating. He pursed his lips and blew again, Draco’s cock twitched delightfully, so Harry continued his efforts.

“Stop it Harry, you’ll have me hard and needy again.”

Harry looked round and grinned: “So? It’s Sunday, we’ve nothing planned until this afternoon.” He turned his attention back to the throbbing robin and took it between his thumb and forefinger so as to get a better look at Draco’s glans eye; Harry concentrated and blew on it. A small pearl appeared in the eye’s mouth; giving Harry a sudden urge to find out what it tasted like, so he stuck out his tongue and licked.

“Harrree-ee-ee!” Draco bucked up and his cock went between Harry’s surprised lips. The smoothness of the shiny mushroom resembled that of Draco’s tongue so Harry did an experimental swirl.

“Uh-uh-uh-h-h-h!” Draco’s bum went into reverse and the lollipop withdrew leaving a pleasant salty tang on Harry’s taste buds.

“Merlin’s Balls, Potter.”

“Why, didn’t you like it?”

“Of course I did, but I’m still sensitive down there.”

“What does it feel like?”

“Put your feet on the pillow and I’ll show you.” Draco grinned wickedly.

They shuffled around until they were facing each other’s genitals. Draco demonstrated and Harry twitched in glorious sexiness. Not to be outdone he reapplied his tongue. Harry was inexpert to begin with, but their loins urged them to experiment. Each one urged the other to greater excess until the full out-flowing flavour hit their taste buds. They licked each other scrupulously clean and Harry shuffled round to face Draco again.

“No need for Blaise’s charm this time, eh?”

Harry replied with a gentle giggle and snuggled into his bed-mate. They fell into another smiling doze.