Sir Harry J Potter GCOM

### DISTURBANCES ###

After Celestina left and all of them had wished each other goodnight, Draco and Harry were preparing for bed.

“You know, Harry; McG’s quite an innovator, isn’t she? Three new courses in her first proper year as Headmistress, that’s some going. Dumbles just kept the old status quo trickling along, nothing new, same old recipe.”

“In his defence, he had a lot on his mind, what with Voldie’s threats and a vacillating Ministry etc.”

“But you did most of his dirty work for him, didn’t you?”

“I helped with some, most of the rest of it landed in my lap and I played it by ear. Not always getting it right and adding to his worries. Like; when I got our lot to go to the Ministry and break in and we had to fight your Dad and the death eaters.”

Draco burst out laughing.

Harry looked very hurt.

“No, no, no, Harry.” Draco hugged his partner: “Don’t get me wrong, I understand what you are saying. But the idea of calling Father ‘Dad’ is totally out of this world. Merlin! I’d have been flayed alive for using such Muggle slang.”

Harry looked askance at Draco for a minute and then burst into laughter. The two naked Magicals were helpless with mirth and clung onto each other for support. Still chuckling they climbed between the bedposts and snuggled in together.

Disturbed sleep was the order for the night. To begin with, one or other of them would have a fit of the giggles. Later on things became more serious. Draco had his thrashing dream again, almost climbing out of bed when Harry tried to comfort him. Draco was still trembling in fright half an hour after he had been woken; so Harry took drastic action. Grabbing Draco’s flaccid ferrule, he began to suck and lick it. Draco almost pulled away, but Harry found that particularly erotic place, and Draco started to harden. Ten minutes of Harry’s dedication had Draco trembling again, but for an altogether different reason. Draco rewarded his lover with lashings of creamy white sauce followed by a big thank-you kiss.

“That was a new way of distracting me, Harry. May I return the compliment, please?”

Before he heard Harry’s acceptance Draco’s lips were caressing Harry’s glans. Not that Harry objected at all. However, it was soon over and done with because, whilst servicing the blond, Harry’s libido had almost caught up with his need for ejaculation.

### CONSTRUCTION ###

On Monday morning they woke up hugging and hard. A mutual frot took place; thus relieved they showered, dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast, they were slightly late. Grouchy served them and Kreacher. Then Ronald bounced in, all eagerness.

“You and Draco can put up partitions in your elfin loft this morning, Harry, I have three students and we will construct the steps needed for access, one of them is Oliver.”

“What happened to ‘Ronald-sleepy-head-wake-me-up-for-lunch-Harry’?”

“I got an owl from McG giving me the names of the students; so I portkeyed over with a couple of spare medallions and went to the Great Hall. Piccard and Jake were in the only ones on the list who were eating breakfast so I brought them back. I left notes for the others saying someone would pick them up at nine.”

“Okay, I’ll do that,” Kreacher looked resigned: “Oliver can help Harry. Justin and I have already booked a session with the orphans, just to get them bedded in. I’ll be available next week, though.”

“HI, HARRY,” the two recruits greeted.

“Hi! Did you have breakfast, or did Tutor Over-enthusiastic drag you away first?”

“I haven’t had any,” said Ronald, rubbing his gut: “Grouchy, do you think …?”

“… Yes Master Ronald. Your usual?”

“Yes please.”

“Now young Masters, what about you?”

“We had some pumpkin juice and some porridge and then Tutor Weasley snaffled us.”

“So some cooked food would be welcome?”

“Yes please,” answered Jake: “And some toast please.”

“Okay, Masters, coming up in just a few seconds.”

“Erm … Harry?”

“Yes Piccard?”

“Well … You’re sitting at table with an elf?”

“Oh …! Meet Tutor Black … Both of you. Sir Kreacher will be one of your instructors for your Supernatural Structures course.”

“S-sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to demean your status.”

“No offense taken, Piccard; I’m still getting used to my elevated position, too.”

“Merlin, Harry! We’d heard you championed all races as equals. Now we’ve seen it with our own eyes. Gay and Gum are in our dorm, they’re great fun; almost as bad as the Weasley twins were. Sad about Fred though.” Piccard looked compassionately at Ronald.

Ronald nodded glumly, so Jake altered the drift of conversation.

“Hi Draco … Before you get jumpy … We want to tell you that Junior Bole was way out of order,” said Jake: “One of my brothers was injured badly in the Battle of Hogwarts, but as Harry said, we have to move on and heal the rifts. No use blaming each other for what our parents did or we were forced to do. We read the report of your trial in the Prophet. If our court in its wisdom, says you have turned over a new leaf; then in our book, you should be treated properly. Like Harry also said: ‘we all have made mistakes and got told off for them’ that doesn’t make us bad boys. Will you shake?”

Harry watched Draco’s face and it was a picture; from being worried he smiled slightly. When the trial was mentioned he frowned, then looked alarmed when the Prophet was spoken of; now he looked flabbergasted that two more Gryffindors wanted to shake his hand in friendship.

“Thanks for you support, Guys. With Harry breathing down my neck daily I shall have to behave, won’t I?” Draco grinned and shook hands with both of them.

“Great! We’re two of the third years that Gay and Gum said could come have a potions refresher with them; but they didn’t say who with. Is it you?”

“I imagine so. Harry and Blaise volunteered me to help the twins alongside them.”

“We heard you were Snape’s prize potions student, so we’re looking forward to that now.”

“Oh! So, Harry … You’re our DADA coach, are you? What does Blaise coach?”

“Charms, Guys.”

“Looks as though we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then. The Carrows had it in for us when we were second-years. We both got Crucioed more than once. Merlin! That hurts! Still … We want to move away from that kind of environment – if we hold grudges we’re likely to become as bad as them when we’re older.”

Breakfast finished at much the same time as their continued conversation. It also heralded Oliver. As Grouchy cleared away the utensils, Kreacher brought in the remaining students and Ronald produced a plan, showing them what they were hoping to do. It took time, because the various symbols and measurements had to be explained and people made notes. Harry was surprised at the depth of Ronald’s knowledge and supposed it came from the frequent additions made at the Burrow.

In the end, Oliver and Draco went with Harry to make partitions inside the attic.

Dividers each side would give space for two elfin beds with a shared cabinet in each open-ended cubicle. One end cubicle had room for three beds. Harry could have easily had them up by coffee-break, but teaching the others made the process stretch out until lunchtime.

Meanwhile Ronald, Jake, Piccard and the others had set about making stairs. It involved a human sized set outside, leading up to a half landing. Moving the apparating/portkey point onto that halfway stage came next – courtesy of Hermione and Ginny. Finally the elfin stairs were made under a raised, hipped roof in order to reach the attic. The students were very enthusiastic, but the job was not completed. They volunteered to return to complete the job when Ronald was free. Knowing the urgency of completion Ronald gave up his Friday morning sleep-in because most of his students were also available.

### EXHAUSTION ###

Winky served lunch in the kitchen and then tutors and students portkeyed in relays to Hogwarts. Justin was with the orphans who reverse portkeyed and would use the tapestry room and meet Winky. That left Oliver and Kreacher erecting the elves bathroom area and placing doors where necessary. During the week Justin and Kreacher would involve the elves in making furniture and piercing some small windows facing the roof-top garden. If they had time they would furnish the elfin common room, Oliver would be helping as well when he wasn’t at his team’s Quidditch practice.

At school in the afternoon, whilst Hermione was taking the twins’ group for their Transfiguration coaching the rest of them attended Quidditch training – Just the boys actually playing – they had asked the girls to choose the team from the best players but avoiding those who would be playing against their former houses. Four teams emerged; thus giving everyone at least one match to play in. Draco and Harry would be sharing the role of seeker as had been arranged.

Harry had given up Herbology and, after tea, took the twins’ group for DADA coaching which included Jake and Piccard. The other eighth-years were either in Herbology or Arithmancy. This meant that the returnees entertained Pomona and Septima to Dinner, as well as Kingsley who was taking their DADA course afterwards.

Harry was totally bushed by the time for bed arrived, having been on the go since breakfast; Draco was only a little better because he had been preparing his potions coaching for Tuesday’s after-tea coaching session. Harry flopped on to the bed and closed his eyes feigning sleep. He knew he would have to get undressed and have a shower, but wanted to be quiet for a few minutes first.

“Harry, you can’t go to sleep fully clothed!”

“Mmm?”

“Oh! For Merlin’s sake, Potter; ‘Exuero te!’”

“What the …?” Harry’s eyes flew open as his clothes flew off at Draco’s command.

“Something that Uncle Sev did to me when I was being obtuse; ‘Levicorpus!’” Draco floated Harry into the bathroom and on to the shower floor; turning the taps on. Then he quickly undressed himself and joined his mate under the hot downpour.

Harry was still lying on the shower’s floor, so Draco used a foot to part Harry’s legs to make some standing room. He looked at the semi-comatose Gryff and smirked his signature grimace. Grabbing the safety handles, Draco balanced on one foot and placed the other one lightly on Harry’s genitals; commencing to massage the Gryff’s crown jewels. The thought of what he was doing also caused a reaction in Draco’s own.

“All right; all right; I get the message. Play first, sleep afterwards! Just let me get up and I’ll do my duty.”

“You’re already up, from what I can see peeking out from under my big toe.”

Harry sat up and grabbed Draco’s knob: “Well my dear Slyth you have nothing to be ashamed of, either.”

Draco removed his foot and allowed Harry to stand. Thereafter they manually satisfied each other and then struggled out of the shower into the fluffy towels. They clung together wielding the towels fitfully, dabbing whatever piece of damp skin was nearest. Eventually most of their persons were dry and they staggered onto the bed and almost immediately fell to sleep.

There was an almost inaudible pop and Winky appeared. Tutting quietly, she covered her two naked, entwined and somnolent masters; smiled and silently popped away.

### REVELATION ###

“Hey, Harry; did you pull the coverings up last night?” Draco sat up with the sheets round his middle on Tuesday morning.

“Mmwhat …? No! I thought you did.” Harry struggled upright and in so doing revealed their morning woodies.

“Not a chance, I was too far gone.”

“I wonder who did then.”

Pop: “Morning Masters, time to get up; you have classes to take.”

Two blushing tutors tried to cover up as Winky appeared.

“I’m alright!” crowed Harry: “I have a period of preparation first.”

“No you don’t, Dame Hermione’s on Court Duty this week so you have double DADA sessions with all your students.”

Harry groaned and Draco giggled at his predicament.

“The notes you agreed with Master Kingsley are on your desk, Sir Harry.”

“Thanks Winky.” Harry jumped out of bed, oblivious of his erection. Then he realised that his female elf was staring at him and tried to cover up.

Winky giggled: “Don’t hide it away Master, it’s very beautiful. Much the prettiest one I’ve seen.”

Draco roared with laughter. Harry, piqued, grabbed the sheets and pulled them off the bed: “And Master Draco’s?”

“It’s very nice, but I prefer dark haired ones better. Now Masters, everything is set out in the bathroom; do you want me to scrub your backs?” Winky had a Slytherin gleam in her eye and a smirk bigger than Draco’s on her lips.

“No thank you, Winky.” Draco tried to look patrician, but failed miserably – blushing and with a pink woody to match.

“Very well, Masters. Your breakfast will be set out in your bay window here in quarter of an hour.” Pop.

“C’mon Draco, shower time. We can deal with our prominences under the hot water.” Harry pulled Draco out of bed.

Draco, in retaliation, grabbed Harry’s hard knob and pulled him by it into the bathroom not letting go until the shower gel made everything slippery. Harry’s libido was now at its peak, and a couple of Slyth manipulations had some Gryff goo squirting into the steam. Harry huffed as Draco continued to caress the sensitised mushroom. To escape the sensations Harry grabbed Draco’s long dong in both hands. Gripping its base caused the flesh to go crimson and the glans become shiny. Harry plucked, nipped and rubbed the glossy purpleness eliciting gasps and a creamy collation from out of the scarlet glans-eye. Now both of them were twitching and bucking.

“Are you two ready?” It was Justin calling from outside the bathroom door.

“We’re just drying off!” Draco lied as the two shower gents did a quick swill to get rid of the soap and cum: “Be out in a minute. We’re having breakfast up here; do you want to join us?”

Justin put his head round the door just as the pair stepped out of the shower. He ogled two naked and partly aroused bodies who were searching for their towels: “Are these what you’re looking for?” He held up one of two fluffy towels which Harry had forgotten to grab as he was prick-hauled into the bathroom: “I think, Draco; that you were exaggerating slightly about getting dried, weren’t you?”

Draco went to grab a towel, but Justin was too quick for him and retreated through the door. Draco slipped and stumbled on the tiles so Harry went in pursuit, emerging into their room to find Blaise there as well.

“So you are, aren’t you? We thought you were. Nice bit of flesh you have there, Harry; just been used by the looks of it, too.” Blaise held the other towel out.

Harry made a grab for it, but Blaise put the towel behind his back. Harry reached round and Blaise reached down at the same time. Harry got his towel for the price of having his sensitive prick rubbed by Blaise’s fingers. Draco was in much the same position in Justin’s hands.

“Please Blaise, not now, we have Winky coming back with breakfast in five minutes.”

Blaise gave Harry an extra pump: “Only if you promise to let us play later, Mr Potter. My partner and I want to experiment with two new pricks.”

Harry lurched as Blaise’s fist enveloped the mushroom’s excited edges: “H-h-h-huh … Okay … I agree …”

“Tonight … Yes?”

“H-h-h-huh … Oh-h-h-h … Yes-s-s-s … Please s-s-stop.”

Draco could not be cross with Harry because Justin had extracted much the same deal from him by using an equivalent technique.

Harry and Draco blushed as they dressed in front of a highly appreciative audience of two. They had just tucked themselves in when Winky appeared with their breakfast: “I’ve prepared for four, Masters, because I imagined your two very close friends would be asked to stay.” She leered at Draco: “I can arrange for a nice cosy supper for four tonight as well, if you so wish.”

With a conspiratorial wink at Harry, Winky popped out of the room.

“That’s what you get from being familiar with house-elves,” Draco grumbled.

“It’s us you’ll be getting familiar with Draco, not your house-elf. Although I had heard that the Malfoy’s were kinky, but I didn’t think they went quite that far.” Blaise sat down at the table grinning cheekily: “Come and eat, you need to build up your stamina for tonight.”

“Now see here, Zabini. My father’s reputation is not mine, and well you know it.” Draco’s face was red with anger, not humiliation: “You’re well out of order making such remarks …”

“… Draco, Draco, it was only meant in fun.” Harry could sense where his was leading, so he grabbed Draco’s shoulders and turned him round: “Don’t take it to heart so. We’ve both been insulted before, many times. Come to think of it we’ve said much worse things face to face, haven’t we?”

Draco struggled, almost getting out of Harry’s grip. Harry changed tactics, and hugged the blond to him, tightly; face to face: “Malfoy, you’re being silly; you’re letting the hateful old self show through and I don’t like it. Where’s that all forgiving, loving guy that kissed me at the weekend? The one that went smilingly to sleep in my arms last night.”

Draco stared at Harry whose face was but a couple of inches away. In those green eyes there was a special regard, something unique lurked in their depths. That look touched Draco deeply and he shivered; his knees wobbled and he clutched at his mate for support. This time the kiss was not accidental; both of them felt the attraction and indulged. Somehow this meeting of lips was not lascivious, but comforting and forgiving. Draco had never experienced anything quite like it before; it unlocked memories of his childhood before the awful events. Suddenly he knew he was loved, not just in an animal way, but for his inner being as well. Harry’s compassionate features drained all the anger away and his arms gave Draco strength to pass that compassion on.

Still within Harry’s embrace, Draco turned slightly: “I’m sorry Blaise; you must have hit a raw edge. I shouldn’t have shouted like that. As Harry says ‘it was only meant in fun’; we’ve said much worse things to each other without flaring up. I’m sorry!”

“I’m sorry too, Draco. I keep on forgetting that you aren’t my old tough-nut mate who used sarcasm as a weapon and whom nothing fazed. Look … About the sex thing tonight … I’ll not hold either of you to your promises, they were obtained under duress … Something our old Slyth selves would have revelled in. It doesn’t fit in with our new images, does it?”

“I’m glad, in a way,” put in Justin: “I was a bit uneasy about what we did, but I was very interested in some exploration. I guess I got carried away.”

Draco squeezed Harry, gently: “I’m alright now Lover; thanks for pulling me up short.” He gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek and disentangled himself.

“Um … What about Friday?”

“It’s our day off … Is that what you mean?”

“Um … Yes I know … That’s not what I meant … Um …”

“… Harry, I’m shocked. Are you suggesting some sort of tryst?” Draco smiled and re-hugged his mate.

“Well … Y-yes-s … I think so … Um …”

“Are you serious, Harry?” Blaise looked carefully at the dark haired Gryff.

“I think so … We’d have time to take things slowly … Maybe learn something new, too. What I feel for Draco is nothing like what I felt in the dorms when we were experimenting. You two care for each other in that special way and I think Draco affects me similarly. I’m really mixed up about this … I thought Ginny was to be my mate. We’re still great friends but I don’t feel the excitement like I do when Draco’s near … Oh dear!”

Justin shook himself: “I know … Let’s just hang out together in private and see what happens. No obvious timetable for at least half a day.”

“Okay, not here though, too many interruptions.”

“Same at Grimmauld Place, too.”

“What we need is somewhere quiet, like in the country,” suggested Blaise: “Like when we went camping at the far end of the Manor’s garden, Draco.”

“That’s not feasible, Voldie wrecked the place.”

“Um … I have and idea … Um … I’ve secretly returned to my parent’s cottage a few times. The top half is wrecked, but I’ve cleared a space in the garden where I’ve put up a tent on what was the lawn …”