Sir Harry J Potter GCOM

### CAMPING ###

As soon as they had finished their Transfiguration lesson with Minerva on Thursday evening Harry and Draco had a chat with her; explaining that their quartet was going to have a quiet time away from the hurly-burly.

“You make me quite envious, Harry. Please make sure you are adequately warded, beyond that, have a good time. I hope you’re not too hollow-eyed when I see you all at the Wizengamot on Saturday.”

Draco did a double take and Minerva winked knowingly at him.

One of the charms that Filius had recently taught them was: ‘Portus’ - that for creating a portkey. As Harry was the secret keeper for the cottage, and with the help of the others he made a portkey out of a wooden tent-peg. There was just room enough to hold it in four fists.

On the top of their tower four medallion-wearing mages stood: “Chantry Cottage, Portamus,” declaimed Harry.

The tent-peg glowed and their mini-whirlwind landed on a well tended lawn surrounded by a colourful flower border backed by dense evergreens. Harry was surprised at the recent transformation.

“Tabernaculum Revelio,” Harry made a pass with his wand and the magical tent became visible: “Please to enter my humble abode, honoured mages.”

“Isn’t it a bit small for all four of us?” Justin asked.

“Did you not attend the last Quidditch World Cup?”

“No Draco, why do you ask?”

“I think you’re in for a big surprise then, Justin. You go inside first.”

“That alright, Harry?”

“Of course, be my guest.” Harry remembered his first entry into a magical tent and amusedly awaited Justin’s reactions.

Justin ducked down and poked his head through the tent flap: “Merlin’s ears, Harry; how does it all fit inside?” Justin had withdrawn his head and was peering round the back of the canvas abode: “I know … It’s a very clever illusion … You must be very powerful to make it. Filius says he’ll teach us them next term.”

“It’s not an illusion, Justin; it’s magically real. I dare say my erudite blond friend here could explain it … I can’t.”

“It’s all to do with space/time,” said Draco importantly and then changed his intonation: “At least that’s what Uncle Sev told me … I still don’t understand what he was on about.” Draco peeked inside. “Not as luxurious as the Malfoy one, Harry, but much better appointed than the one Mr Weasley borrowed. Does it have inbuilt anti-detection wards?”

“And how! I bought it from Peggett and Stretchcord by owl-mail and, after getting here the first time, it took me seven goes to get it to recognise me. It was raining at the time and I was soaked by the time I got it erected. Let’s go in shall we?”

Pop: “Good evening Masters, How long are you staying?”

“Hello Gastropod; tonight and all day tomorrow at least.”

“Very well Sir Harry. Do you wish me to create some more beds?”

“Is it possible to expand the one we have?”

“Quite possibly, if that’s what your guests require.” Gastropod looked slightly shocked.

“Well Guys, what do you think?”

“All four of us in one bed?” This time it was Blaise who was surprised.

“Um … Well I thought that …”

“… As we talked about experimenting, my Lover has enhanced the idea,” put in Draco: “Remember the time, Blaise, when five of us shared that double mattress?”

“Yes … And the snakes that wanted to get in on the act, too.”

“At least Parselmouth Harry could dissuade them; I never knew whether I was caressing a reptile or a rooter.”

“Mostly it was my big toe you tried to engorge, if I remember rightly.”

“I was defending my virginity; you were trying to put it in an inappropriate place.”

“I take it, Sir Harry, that expanding is what’s required.” Gastropod looked amused.

Justin did a quick double take and Gastropod gave him a big lascivious smile.

“I’ll ensure you have an adequate supply of lubricants in the top drawer of your bedside cabinet.” The elf was all business again: “Kreacher informs me that you have practiced and can now perform the Lavaro charm quite adequately.” Pop.

“You cunning bastard, Harry. I thought that jelly-like mess was inert, but you made such a fuss.” Blaise patted the dark haired mage on the back. “Well, well! Draco’s teaching our pet Gryff how to be a good Slyth, very underhand.”

“We could hardly ask Flitwick, could we?” said Draco, defensively: “And then we were not sure if we were serious or not. I suspect that after Tuesday’s declaration we’re definitely going-out together. So maybe we won’t need to be secretive now”

“No … Not since Miss Spread-it-around Lavender caught you in a heavy snogging session on Wednesday evening.”

“Yes well … We thought everyone had finished potions. We’d helped the Slug clear up and he’d gone. I still don’t think she was really looking for her homework parchments.”

“No she wasn’t. The girls had drawn lots to see who would go and find what you two were doing. Because we’d seen Horace leave there was a slight worry that you’d been abducted. Junior Bole had been seen prowling round the base of the tower earlier. Lav-Lav came back all red and breathless and had the girls giggling. We thought she was describing the size of caught fish, by her gestures.” Blaise had a mischievous grin on his face.

“Yes well … Um … we’d sort of got carried away … Draco’s drawers were round his knees …”

“… And Harry’s heaving bum was fully visible too. We both had a handful, if you see what I mean.”

“Oh yes! More than a handful if my memory serves me well; there’d be plenty showing beyond a clasped fist.” Blaise licked his lips lasciviously.

“I feel quite left out,” Justin pouted: “You’ve played with Draco’s before, Lover. All I’ve felt is one after-the-act-half-boner, no full performance.”

Harry looked warily at Justin who winked and made a moue; wriggling his hips suggestively.

“Fine … Peggett and Stretchcord have included one of the latest Muggle inventions in the bathroom. It’s quite okay by oneself but with partners it would be much better.”

“Is it some kind of new-fangled shower, Harry?”

“No …”

“… I know, it’s a Jacuzzi!”

“Quite right, Justin …”

“… What’s one of those?”

“A bit like a small version of the prefect’s bath but much more exciting, Draco.”

Pop: “It’s filled and waiting, Masters.”

“How many seats, Harry?”

“Four and one for junior, Justin.”

“He’s not here, is he?” Draco looked alarmed – so did Blaise.

“No Draco … Sorry … It’s a Muggle Americanism for a young child. I was quoting from the sales journal.”

“Seats in a bath?”

“Yes Blaise, moulded into the sides of the bath tub. There are lots of other interesting items too.”

“Okay stop nattering, get undressed, and we’ll go and sample this new bath. Which door, Gastropod?”

“This one Master Draco. Leave your clothes here and I’ll see to them.”

“Thanks!”

There was an amount of haste in their undressing until the final garment, when they went all coy. Draco finished the impasse by dragging Blaise’s under-shorts to the floor. Harry compared the various naked bodies. Blaise had the deepest tan, with Justin lighter than Harry, but his pale smooth lover was all Harry had any real feelings for.

They entered the bathing area.

“It’s not that big Harry!”

“I hope you’re referring to the bath Draco.”

“What …? Oh …! But of course …! How do we get in; I can’t see anything under all those bubbles.”

“See these curved bits in the sides; they’re the backs of the seats, just about eighteen inches below the top of the water are their bases, use the surrounding step to climb in; then in about another eighteen inches you’ll find the bottom, Okay?” Harry was climbing in as he spoke.

“Why does it hum, Harry?”

“They’re the water pumps, filters and heaters hidden in the casing, Blaise.”

“It’s got slight lumps in the seats.”

“They’re the jets, Draco.”

“Jets?”

Harry pressed a few buttons: “Yes, water jets – like this!”

The other three jumped when the massage water squirted, Harry chuckled.

Draco wriggled comfortably and a lazy smile lit up his face: “Ooh … I say … A masseur, without the naughty fingers.”

Harry leered and flicked a couple more switches.

“Ow!!! That tickles! Just where Blaise tried to insert his toe.”

“Shuffle back a bit. It’s very exciting.” Blaise stuck out a suggestive tongue: “Then those two side jets add to the thrill.”

Harry allowed the special jets a couple more minutes of play. Judging by when his own boner was hard; he stopped the aeration. Once the water surface settled he could see the others’ extrusions were erected. The quartet compared their underwater stiffies; Draco and Harry were definitely the leaders both for plumpness and length.

Justin was seated between Harry and Draco; opposite the blond was Blaise who started the exploration off by stroking Harry’s thigh. Justin was almost as forward as his partner and had spider fingers shuffling up towards Draco’s jewels. Draco caught Harry’s eye, indicating that Harry should caress the Hufflepuff’s limbs, and started to reacquaint his own digits with Blaise’s tool.

Harry enjoyed the session, but there wasn’t that special intensity that he felt when he was performing alone with Draco. Exploring another body was okay, but …? There was something missing. Thinking back; it was like the experimenting that had gone on in the dorm. The wanking became a sort of competition to see who could make their opponent cum first. Blaise won the race, with Harry succumbing third after Draco, Justin was not that far behind either. Little white globules were floating in the water, so Harry used the water-vacuum to remove them. While he was concentrating on that, Draco and Blaise swapped places, so when Harry sat down again he was enclosed in a loving hug.

“Interesting but not intense!” Draco remarked. Harry agreed internally with his lover’s observation.

“Yes, I know what you mean,” mused Justin from between his lover’s arms. “Harry, may we have the bubbles again please. Just the restful jets, I think; perhaps a few degrees hotter too.”

Harry looked at the others who nodded their agreement, so he altered the controls accordingly. Their sexual tension having been released, the pairs held each other in a loose embrace and indulged in a dreamy trance. Harry demonstrated the lighting effects and the waterfall for his guests’ delectation and then Gastropod wandered in with tall glasses full of a creamy brown substance, placing a glass in each person’s holder.

Draco took a sip: “Mmm … Smooth … What do you call it, Gastropod?”

“Mudslide, Master Draco – equal thirds of vodka, a cream liqueur and a chocolate one; shaken with a modicum of crushed ice.”

“Much better than our bedtime chocolate, Guys,” remarked Blaise.

“Nice for a change, Lover, but we wouldn’t appreciate it if we had one every night. Well thought out, Gastropod, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Master Justin.” Gastropod gave Justin a slight bow and turned towards Harry: “Your bed has been expanded Master.”

“Thanks Gastropod.”

The elf bowed again and popped off.

They chatted generally, enjoying the bubbles, the company and the cocktail. During their conversation it emerged that Gastropod had been Harry’s parents’ elf. He had a small waterproof den in a part of the wrecked house; he had applied his talents to the garden in the interregnum; growing vegetables and keeping hens. He supplemented his diet from fish in the pond and traps set for rabbits and the like.

Harry promised to show his friends round the mini estate when it was light.

### DOUBTS ###

Draco and Harry were disturbed in the morning not only physically but also mentally, Harry had never witnessed a full fucking session before. Whilst Justin and Blaise were performing Harry caught Draco frowning at what was going on. Harry was equally disturbed and wondered what it felt like to be on the receiving end. He decided that maybe in a few weeks they might try it and caught similar vibes from his blond mate. They did reverse themselves and enjoyed their sixty-nine, both couples being satisfied at very much the same time.

By arrangement Justin and Blaise used the bathroom first.

Once they were private Draco tentatively said: “I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet; it brings back too many memories of what happened at the manor.”

Harry hugged him and agreed: “I’m so glad, neither am I. I like the things we do very much; but it’s your companionship that turns me on just as much as the sex. We’ve shared terrible family backgrounds and the support we give each other makes me quiver all over.”

Draco shuddered: “I’m so glad we agree, that support thing is so new for me. I’ve never experienced it before. Well that’s not quite true. My Mother was very understanding when I was young, but my father corrupted her. Or maybe she felt she had to toe the party line. Anyway … She became quite distant with me as I grew up and then in Slytherin we were always jockeying for position. Even our sex experiments were competitions.”

“Yes we did that, like … See who came first, or shot the longest, or could squirt most times.”

“That was tame, our competitions were drastic … We tied each other up and played until the bloke’s prick was sore. And I had to be top dog, so I had to take the lead in capturing others, or be ensnared myself. Doing it that way was safer. I learned a lot from that thing with the mattress, during our second year. The seniors stripped us and got us hot then put us in a sort of pit with a smelly mattress in the bottom. They tipped a bucketful of snakes on to us. They weren’t poisonous, but we didn’t know, so we were scared shitless. We weren’t allowed to get out until we’d made someone else cum three times and they kept poking us with sticks if we didn’t seem to be performing well. Blaise and I make a joke of it now, but it was terrifying at the time.”

Harry nudged Draco nodding toward the bathroom door. Draco shut up and as he did so the other two emerged. Draco and Harry went in and indulged in their normal getting up routine sharing a shower and afterwards with Harry shaving whilst Draco multi-brushed his golden locks. Once they were dressed Gastropod served breakfast.

“I hope you don’t mind Sir Harry, but now you are taking up residence I’m trying to make Chantry Cottage habitable again. Only I need some help.”

“Perhaps you could show me after we’ve finished eating. I promised my friends to show them round so the house could be our first port of call. Is that alright with you guys?”

The reply was by way of nods of heads, silenced by their munching mouths.

### HARRY’S HOME ###

They took their time eating and then followed Harry towards what looked like more trees.

“Revelio Domus Potterensis,”

The trees melted and there stood a two story thatched cottage. On one side the thatch was badly scorched but still intact. Draco remarked on it.

“We’re at the back, it’s the side facing the road that’s the worse, Draco,” Harry replied and his mates nodded their understanding.

“This terrace has nice tiles, Harry.”

“Um … Yes … I don’t remember these from last time, Gastropod.”

“You wouldn’t. When the old veranda started to rot, I pulled it down. To preserve the tiles I covered them with sand and then turves. The old Master and Mistress loved to sit out here in the evenings. There were alcoves at each end to hide them from the draughts and prying eyes. Not that anyone can see anything nowadays; the evergreen hedges are much bushier now.”

“So one thing would be to rebuild the veranda, would it?”

“Yes Master.”

“Okay … Draco; would you start a list for us, please.”

A little wand work and Draco had a quill, some ink and a parchment: “Your secretary awaits you pearls of wisdom, Sir Harry.” Draco’s sarcasm dripped from every word.

“Thank you, Advisor Malfoy, that’s why I employ you, isn’t it?” Harry replied in an equally belittling tone.

Blaise caught on and hid behind Justin: “Tell me when their wands come out, please,” he quavered.

“What …? Oh …? Silly bugger!” Justin fell about laughing and the others joined in.

“I think we’d better be methodical and start in the cellar,” suggested Harry.