Toppers Wallow

Harry unzipped and pushed his trousers and boxers to his knees, tucking his tee-shirt out of the way he commenced his self-wank, groaning as he fingered himself in the same way as he had caressed Draco. That bed-ridden observer made encouraging noises as Harry bucked towards his fruition. Sated, Harry lay there with goo all over his stomach and chest. He glanced over at Draco\'s prick and saw it had still remained hard, but was now softening in sympathy with Harry’s loss of rigidity.



“Thanks Harry. I enjoyed that much better than when we forced you in that classroom during Umbridge’s reign.”



“Yes that was humiliating; but then it was also a turn-on for me. I think I’m a bit kinky about showing my wares to others once I’m thoroughly turned on, not that I\'ve been in a position to do it very much anyway. Um ... Do you fancy another session ... Um ... later on?”



“Now there’s an offer I definitely won’t refuse, especially with your king-sized cock. Marcus and his minions used to get me all worked up and ready to cum; then stop and apply the squeezer just before I went over the edge. It was agony because as I tried to cum they also slapped my cock and beat my bum. Once I was soft again they’d start the torture all over again. I was unable to stop myself getting hard again, even knowing that they would hurt me afterwards. During the last day Marcus put my cock and balls in a restraining box. He then introduced three other delicious boys; just watching them got me hot, which made the pain worse. Oh dear, I’m hard again and I need another pee.”



Harry smiled at Draco, helping him into a position where he could pee into the bottle and maintain his hard-on as well. While he was wiping up the drops he asked Draco if he wanted that other session immediately. As Harry had not re-covered himself, Draco could see Harry was game enough.



“Err ... Harry ... would you mind if I sucked your cock whilst you played with mine?”



“I’ll go one better than that, Draco, and suck yours too. Okay?”



It was Draco’s turn to be astonished, but he readily agreed, moving over on the bed to give Harry room. Harry undressed and climbed on to the bed placing his lips round Draco’s glans, and receiving the equivalent action from Draco. Tongues and lips worked up and across the sensitive bits, having both proponents bucking and groaning in mutual delight. Tongue-tips found sensitive slits and probed until they reached their climax simultaneously. They managed to swallow all the emissions that spurted from their energised erections. However there was something extra too; some form of magical fusion took place; leaving their libidos tingling and their magical auras vibrating.



Ernie entered the room, hardly batting an eyelid when he saw Harry and his patient in such a compromising situation; he smiled knowingly.



“It didn’t take you long to get Draco’s prick out, did it Harry,” he teased. “However something else has happened as well, you’ve both developed bright pink auras. They must be vivid because I’m not much good at seeing auras. Hey! Did you know that all Draco’s bruises and cuts have healed? What is it with you and sex, Harry? Every time you have it you seem to work healing miracles.”



Harry and Draco looked at his skin and peered under the bandages on his hands; they had to agree that he was healed. Sitting up and glancing in a nearby mirror they could see the mutual pink aura, too. On impulse Harry hugged Draco, looking into his sparkling silver eyes. Draco returned the hug enthusiastically, brushing his lips over Harry’s. Harry opened up and both of them commenced a deepening kiss, which intensified their libidos and auras so that the sensations became almost unendurable. After a while, they collapsed on to the bed panting, but still hugging and studying each other in complete rapture. Ernie was unsure whether to stay or go, he did, however, note the extra intensity of the aura surrounding them.



Eventually the couple withdrew from their entangled entrancement.



“Sorry Ernie if we embarrassed you, but I can feel something magical is happening as well. It’s as if I’m so full of magic that it feels as though it’s spurting from each of my finger tips.” Harry looked at Ernie earnestly.



“Yes, I agree with Harry. I can feel extra magic around us, but I also know that I feel as if I haven’t eaten for weeks. Can we get up and go for dinner, please?” Surprisingly, a re-energised Draco found it easy to rise, quickly standing beside the bed holding Harry’s unresisting hand.



“Would you let me carry out a few diagnostic spells first, please Draco?”



“Okay Ernie, but make them quick before I starve to death.”



Harry marvelled at the new compliant Draco whilst efficient Ernie carried out the tests one after another, soon pronouncing Draco fit in an awestruck voice. So the trio went downstairs on to the patio where there was quite a crowd for dinner because John and the three mums were there.



Harry felt Draco tense up when he saw the three boys. “Those are the three who were imprisoned with me,” he said, sotto voce.



“Don’t say anything yet,” Harry whispered back. “Their mums are here and probably don’t know about their imprisonment, the boys have an invented alibi.”



Draco nodded his response, sitting on one side of Harry, who had taken his usual place next to Billy.



One of the mums started; “Oh Mr Potter, I must thank you for helping my Coleman recover. It was extremely good of you to find him such a good medic in Mr Macmillan, and my boy’s made such a quick recovery too.”



“I only did what anybody would have done in the situation; I was very pleased to be able to help.”



“So ... You’re the young man who gave Washington enough nerve to tell me of his sexual orientation, not that his father and I hadn’t suspected for some time.” Another of the mums joined in. “We can now get on with the job of supporting him, instead of pussyfooting around the subject of suitable partners all the time. I think you did a good job on all three of them; thank you.”



“Um ... Perhaps they found their own courage; something about it being part of their becoming adults and accepting their responsibilities.”



The last mum smiled at Harry. “We would like to reimburse you for all the expense you’ve gone to, looking after Graham and his two friends. The special healing must have cost a bomb, and I already know about their voracious appetites.”



“No ... Not that I’m grateful for the offer. Most of the expense was covered by insurance anyway. You see, I belong to a society which helps its members and those they are responsible for. Really, most of the food was leftovers from the party; I have a very versatile cook who lets nothing go to waste. Just think of it as a good neighbourly action, for I’m sure if I need help then the three young men will surely reciprocate.”



John looked at Harry and winked. “You already know ladies, that we should help one another, as the Bible says. Let Mr Potter make his Christian gesture, and accept it as the gift from heaven as it is intended.”



Harry went red, and felt two comforting hands squeezing his, One from Draco and one from Billy. He accepted the assurance offered, and then wondered how he was going to tell each of his supporters about his feelings for the other one. Meanwhile the boys were repeating their ideas about what had happened, thus allowing Harry to glean what had been told to the mothers. Then the topic went on to how to find the three some meaningful work and the kinds of work they might like to undergo.



Cole had been training as a carpenter with George his grandfather, but now grandfather was retiring since Mr Cartwright had closed his firm. Wash felt he’d like to work at farming and had been helping out occasionally on some of the farms nearby. Graham wanted to expand his market gardening beyond his parents’ half acre of land. Various possibilities were discussed, but nothing concrete came out and the conversation wandered off in another direction.



At the end of the meal Minerva buttonholed Draco and asked if he would become tutor-in-charge of potions, promising him some extra support and offering to extend his final year of learning, in line with Hermione and Ron.



Harry had a little confab with John and the mothers. The result was that the boys would be able to stay at the Hollow at least until the weekend, mainly because Cole\'s homophobic dad was likely to take unkindly to his son declaring his homosexuality. Harry realised quietly that this would also allow time for the Aurors to interview the boys and thus close this episode down.



“Harry, I’ve got to talk to you seriously,” said Billy, after Harry had said goodbye to the visitors.



They went to Harry’s study, where Harry looked at Billy expectantly.



“Err ... It’s like this ... Oh dear ... This last week or so has been great Harry ... The sex is wonderful ... But somehow I don’t think we fit together properly ... Well not on a long term basis anyway ... Err ... maybe we should part friends ... before we get to the stage of hurting each other ... Oh dear ... Err.”



“Billy dear; I think I agree. The magic thing is such a part of my life and I’m unable to share that with you in any meaningful way. You’ve helped me to come out of my gay shell and taught me a lot about the enjoyment of my sexual side and that’s still great. However I found out earlier today that Draco has feelings for me and I know I want to reciprocate them. I was wondering how to tell you without hurting you.”



“Oh! Such a relief. I didn’t want to hurt you either. I agree about the magical thing getting in the way, and I felt that you were unable to understand my pride in manual achievement. Err ... Cole and I seem to hit it off and we had thought to share a bed and to go into business together, but we’d have no premises to work from.”



“Your being my agent here can continue and the use of the barn area can still be yours if you like; at least until you find better premises. When that happens we can work something else out. I value your friendship greatly, you were my first real lover and that’s something I will always remember happily. What about Wash and Graham?”



“I get the feeling that their relationship was developing further, but they were unwilling to hurt Cole by ignoring him. He says he was beginning to feel awkward when they were together and he could see his mates making their feelings known to each other.”



“I know exactly what he feels like, I was in the same position with my friends Ron and Hermione, you know the two you met; he was the one with brilliant ginger hair.”



“Oh yes. They looked very much in love, didn’t they? Err ... What do we do next ... Err ... I mean about telling people and sleeping arrangements?”



“Let me talk to Draco, and you talk to Cole then the four of us can meet together and sort out the sleeping arrangements, Okay?”



Billy agreed, but before Harry could see Draco, Minerva and Ernie found him.



Ernie opened, “Harry, now that my charges are healed, I think I ought to go back to Hogwarts to help Poppy; that is if you don’t mind.”



“Poppy is very stretched, Harry, and could do with Ernie’s extra hands. Now Draco is recovering from his ordeal that frees Ernie. By the way, I have offered the potions tutor-in-charge job to Mr Malfoy, but he says he wants to talk it over with you first. I’m not sure why though.”



Harry felt his heart flip and smiled at Minerva. “You know that I am gay, don’t you Minerva?”



“Yes, Albus suspected it, and your sharing a bed with Billy confirmed that, but what has that to do with Mr Malfoy?”



“He’s gay too and we had a bed-session earlier to day, if you see what I mean. At the end when we reached our summation, something quite startling happened; our magical auras also became joined. It was Ernie who first saw it, although perhaps we embarrassed him too.”



“Surprised would be a better word, Harry. That was when Draco\'s healing took place. Their summation healed Draco and enhanced both of their magical powers; even I could see their joint bright pink aura.”



“What about Billy, Harry?” asked Minerva.



“He wants to set up a business with Coleman, and they seem to be sexually attracted too. We have both agreed that the magic part of me would not enable us to share fully and I’m not sure his agonisingly slow and perfectionist attitude to manual work is something that I understand, either. We’ve agreed to remain friends, but pursue partnership goals with people more in tune with our intellectual aims.”



“So ... Some sort of shared apartment would be ideal for you and Draco when you take up your posts at Hogwarts. Is that what you’re suggesting?”



“Possibly; yes. However I have still to talk to Draco. Perhaps we could owl you tomorrow once we have had our talk. Do you know who will be mentoring him yet?”



“I think Augusta will take on all four of you, her next best subject was potions, and she has been closely involved with the potions experiments of all kinds in her long life. I believe she has at least a dozen new potions to her credit, almost as many as Severus had.” Minerva looked sad when she remembered her counterpart head of house.



“That’ll cause fireworks, when Draco and Ron meet, they have a mutual antipathy. Still, Ron has been mellowed by Hermione, and Draco seems to be trying to turn over a new leaf, so it might work out okay.”



Minerva was smiling knowingly. “I think you’ll have to use your charms to heal that problem, Harry. We really must be off; thank you for the day of respite, finding Draco here and him being willing to become the Potions Master has made it even more recuperative than I expected. Now that pink aura … If I remember rightly … You should now both be able to conduct wandless magic with ease.”



“Really …? Great …! I’ll tell Draco. Goodbye Minerva; Ernie. Perhaps if either of you can grab another respite day soon, you’ll be most welcome here, you know; and the wards are at least as effective as Hogwarts. I shall see you soon anyway, at school.”



Harry saw Ernie and Minerva off from the Apparating Area and returned to find Draco waiting for him.



“Harry, has Minerva gone?”



“Yes Draco. She\'s expecting an owl from us tomorrow.”



“An owl? What about?” Draco looked coy.



“Something you wanted to talk to me about, before replying.” Harry smiled knowingly.



“Oh ... Err ... Well ... It’s about you and me really and our magical bonding. Err ... I suppose you know that Minerva’s offered me Snape’s old post, don’t you? Just like you hinted at the ice cream parlour.”



“Yes, she said she would if she could find you. It was when I had accepted the DADA post first.”



“You didn’t say anything to me about that did you,” Draco accused.



“I did hint at Fortescue’s, you know. Recently we’ve too busy getting closely acquainted. Um ... I think you should know something else too. I’ve been offered a junior professorship, with two part-time assistants. Once the parents and students learnt about me teaching the DADA course there was a landslide take-up from three of the houses and two thirds from Slytherin. We did some maths and it was obvious that I couldn’t take all of the classes myself so Hermione was asked, because of her work on new wards, especially the mirror ones. The other reason for people all wanting DADA was because of the fear of the Master, therefore I suggested Ron to become the other assistant in charge of tactical training. It was he who got us through last week’s battle here, and made it possible for me to get the Philosopher’s stone.”



“Oh ... I see ... Surely you need at least a degree to take up a professorship?”



“Yes. They offered an honorary one in DADA and when I write a thesis on some subject they will make it cum laude, I suppose that means the thesis has to be sound and to an acceptable level.”



“Wow Harry; aren’t you a lucky one? Here was I thinking I had a good deal with the tutor-in-charge job because I have a dwindling supply of cash In Gringott’s. Father, in the guise of the Master has taken all the revenues from the Malfoy estates for his own use. I wonder if I could wangle a professorship out of McGonagall?”



“See how many people take up the course first. I think it was the enrolment numbers and the fact that the Ministry is jittery about The Master and his minions. They provided the money and political goodwill that got me the job.”



“Not much hope for an ex-Slytherin to rake in the applications like the boy-who-lived-twice.”



“Please Draco, don’t throw that in my face, it’s still quite a painful memory and makes me feel so inadequate about meeting everyone’s expectations. Now what else had you in mind for us to talk about?”



“Err ... Oh dear ... It’s about you and me and Billy ... Err ... I’m not sure how to put this.”



“It’s unlike you to be tongue-tied,” Harry chided smilingly. “To help you sort one part of the equation; Billy and I have had great sex, he taught me a lot. However, whilst remaining friends we are unlikely to remain bed-mates. He has Coleman in mind and I have someone else in mind also.”



“Oh dear … Someone else … You say … Oh dear.”



“Why so sad Draco?”



“Well … I’d hoped that you and I … Well … Never mind … I hope you’ll be happy with him.” Draco put on a brave face and smiled wanly at Harry.



“Come here Silly, give me a kiss.”



“What? You mean me? Really?” Draco flew to Harry and hugged him tightly.



“Who else did you think I had in mind then?” Harry asked, still breathless after a long snogging session.



“Err ... I don’t know really … I suppose I was a bit foolish, but I didn’t want to hurt you or Billy with my sex-craved imaginings.”



“Nice of you to think of others Draco and not just of your own selfish gratification. I really like the new face of Malfoy junior. Apart from being really sexy you show you care.”



“Now look here, Potter,” Draco bristled and then melted into Harry’s arms. “Yes I suppose I have given a bad impression, probably because I felt ‘Malfoy Pride’. Having understood what my father was really like, I’m not sure ‘Malfoy Pride’ has much place anymore. I rather like letting my caring side show, I’m not as wound-up as I used to feel. Maybe it’s the Potter influence rubbing off on me. I must say I’m enjoying it too.”



“Draco, please don’t go all soppy and wet on me. I need someone who will criticise me constructively. You may well have been a nauseous knob-end towards me and the rest of the students before, but at least you didn’t expect the sun to shine out of my arse all the time, like so many others did. Even the ministry-men pussyfoot around me now; I’m never quite sure whether I’m being told the truth, or what is being doctored to keep Harry happy, so to speak.”



“So a bit of obnoxious oaf would be acceptable, would it?”



“Yes! Especially if you see me being led astray, or behaving badly. Tell you what; we’re now on first name terms, and I like it and what it signifies. Use Potter when I need to be brought up sharp and I’ll use Malfoy when you behave like the little shit that you were. Deal?”



“Yes Harry.” Draco indulged them in another kissing session to seal the deal.



“Oh by the way; Minerva thinks our pink auras mean we can do wandless magic.”



“What?” Draco looked art Harry in surprise. “I suppose we just point a finger then, or do we just think it?”



“We’ll have to experiment, won’t we?”



“I think I’d rather experiment elsewhere, at the moment.”



“The feeling’s mutual, Lover boy.”