The Malfoy Trial

“Well Harry, what did they say?” asked Draco when a grimly smiling Harry emerged from the Minister’s sanctum.

“I’ll tell you when we get back home; Okay?”

“Hmm …” Draco looked and sounded disgruntled.

“He’s a very hard bargainer, your Mentor,” exclaimed Milady Thaumaturge, with a smile for Draco; after following Harry through the door: “You’re in his debt even more, Milord Adept.” She looked back into Kingsley’s office: “I’ll reconvene Ways and Means tomorrow after teatime. All right Minister?” She must have had a positive answer for she nodded and smiled before leaving the outer office, closing the door.

Harry would not be drawn whilst they did a quick tour of the Ministry for their assistants’ sake. On the way home he encouraged Robbie and Bobby to tell him where Snookums had taken them. Draco could feel that it was something to do with his family and was quivering in agitation by the time the quartet stepped out of the floo at Grimmauld Place.

“Well Harry?”

“Let’s go into the Tapestry room shall we?”

“Grr …”

Harry made sure Draco was sitting before he started.

“Your guess about most of the members wanting to honour the Arithmancy was correct, Lover. And I was pleased that you had shown me most of the political reasoning behind such a move.”

“So, did they offer it to you?”

“Not in so many words, no. They were exploring possibilities and seeing if I would be agreeable, so to speak. Obviously it is for the whole Wizengamot to decide, if it’s put to them. However, it’s obvious that the Ways and Means Committee can vary conditions in Wizengamot Orders. Such as they did when we presented our case for you to be able to teach. So I used that as a bargaining point.”

“What for?”

“First item was another variation in your order, so that you could stay within Hogwarts under suitable equivalent supervision of a professor. That means that when I visit war veterans or attend meetings here, you don’t have to come along. It only makes things difficult for both of us, and visits to the home only stir up memories that are best not voiced, as they can lead to regression in a patient’s mental recovery.”

“So now I don’t have pretence to be able to see my Mother, regularly. Thanks for nothing Harry.” Draco scowled in his best Malfoy manner.

“I was aware of that. Wait till you hear me out please. The second waver I asked for was that of the probation order on Narcissa. That she be required to attend Grimmauld Place, to advise me and my staff regularly on matters pertaining to the Black household.”

“You mean she can come here? Wow!” Volatile Draco gave Harry a big thank-you kiss.

After he had disentangled himself, Harry continued: “Then we came to the real crunch question. One which must be put to the whole Wizengamot if they intend to elevate House Potter; that of my Legate. As you rightly pointed out, there must be a viable legate in order to keep the voting and Arithmancy in order. Narcissa is the only other suitable member of the Black family, so the Legateship would obviously be hers for the asking. The only other persons who have relevant Black blood are you or Andromeda, but she is now no longer a Black by marriage to Ted. If you took it up it would automatically be mandated back to me as your mentor and the process would become circular, probably destroying the numerology in the process.”

“But Mother’s still married to Lucius, although he’ll spend the rest of his life in prison.”

Because House Malfoy was dissolved, so was her marriage, and she technically returned as a suppliant to me as head of house Black. So says the law book. By me making her my Legate that shows, in law, that she is reinstated. Now it’s up to that committee to sort out which of you it wants as Legate. I strongly suspect that your Mother will get the job, so to speak. As actual living bums-on-seats come into the numerology as well, and you already occupy yours.”

“I suppose they could make one of the other houses up, instead.”

“Kingsley reported that House Potter was the senior house and would therefore be the next one in the succession according to precedence. Milady pointed out that the elevation would be supported by the feelings of gratitude too, and there would be less support if another house was chosen; thus making it possible for the Egalitarians to mount a more convincing challenge.”

“It looks to me as though you have them by the short-and-curlies. Mother and I will be able to meet in a more congenial atmosphere here, too. Nice one Lover; time to celebrate.”

“Perhaps you have some suitable way of rejoicing in mind.”

“Dinner together sounds like a good idea to start with; plus some champers, no doubt.”

“What restaurant do you favour?”

“Actually; this one. I’m beginning to formulate a further reward for your services and flooing or Apparation might just insert itself at the wrong time.”

“Curious form of words,” Harry lifted his eyebrows suggestively: “I’m happy to dine in with you at any time.”

‘I wonder if he is hinting at what I think he’s hinting at.’ Draco thought as he drew his lover into a protracted kiss.

Their canoodling was interrupted by Igor, their new butler, banging loudly on the dinner-gong. They jumped, disentangled themselves and rushed upstairs to wash and change.

“Choose something relaxed but neat Draco, no longer do you need to wear your loincloth. I’m wearing my Weasley jumper and slacks.”

“Right Harry, I’ll do much the same.”

Draco fussed around with his hair, even trying to tame Harry’s thatch but without much success. Then the gong sounded again.

“We’d better rush. He’s beginning to get impatient.”

“So what, you’re the Master here, not him. Anyway, if it’s like the Manor used to be, that first gong was the dressing-gong. So even if it wasn’t we can pretend that that was what we thought he intended, can’t we?”

They meandered downstairs.

“Good evening Milords. We’ve set in the alcove, for you. Your Reeve said it was where you preferred to dine when alone. I have taken the liberty to screen it, so that the atmosphere is convivial.”

“Thank you, Igor.”

“My pleasure, Milord. Did I interpret correctly that you required a dressing gong?”

“Yes thank you, Igor. Please continue the tradition, except when you know we have anticipated you.”

“Very well, Milord.”

Once they had started the soup Harry looked at Draco: “I get the feeling that Igor would prefer not to call us by our first names, despite my preferring it.”

“Hmm … You could be right. He does seem to be very formal. Why not get Kreacher to look into it; he knows the score by now. At least he didn’t use that mouthful of titles that our two young assistants did; so maybe Kreacher’s already had a go at him.”

There was champagne and by the time their chicken chasseur was eaten Harry was slightly light headed. Chocolate soufflé cake was the dessert.

“Slavna’s speciality, Milords. Naughty enough to tempt the most jaded palate, but light enough not to cause indigestion.”

When Igor returned with their dessert, Harry questioned him further.

“I thought your spouse was the housekeeper, Igor.”

“Yes Milord she is; however Winky asked her to help out because she had been at the M … Oh! Lord Draco’s old home helping Scrod with a special recuperative diet for one of the minor members of House Black. We hope you didn’t mind.”

“Not at all! I don’t object to you calling it the Manor. Perhaps this is Kreacher trying to stretch the house bonds slightly?”

“Well, Milord, it’s not for me to say, is it?”

“Probably, but you will say it, won’t you?”

“I have to if Milord asks, don’t I?”

“So?”

“Well … As this household contains Lord Draco and he himself has Black blood, albeit secondary. And as his Mother is now re-instated as a house member it seemed to us that wherever she was staying, was a legitimate domicile within the rules.” Then Igor smiled: “Yes we were pushing it a bit, but we knew how you liked to help the inmates, so we thought you wouldn’t object too much.”

“I don’t; I’ll tell Kreacher he was quite right to make such a surmise at our next working breakfast.”

“Thank you Milord. There was a tenseness in the magic when Winky went there, but that has just dissipated now you have given permission.”

“So why not ask beforehand.”

“It was something of an emergency and you were not here. The patient was obviously allergic to whatever had been fed to her. Scrod and Winky are having to make a lot of minute dishes to see which one goes down and stays down.”

“That sort of thing is estate business as far as I’m concerned. So feel free to respond again if necessary. Is Winky still there?”

“Yes Milord, Kreacher went with her so as to extend the house cover as your Reeve. He will already have felt the link ease, so he’ll know he has your permission.”

“Thank you Igor, tell Slavna that the meal was delicious.”

Igor popped out, smiles all over his normally austere visage.

“Now Draco, didn’t you have in mind some form of celebration.”

“Finish your champers, Harry,” said Draco downing his: “And we’ll find somewhere more comfortable to continue what I have in mind.

Harry tippled his drink quickly, and feeling slightly hazy followed his lover upstairs, glowing in anticipation.

“Shall we start with a shower?” Draco suggested.

“Why not. It’s an excuse to get naked. I presume you had something like that in mind?”

“Exactly. Let me undress you and you do the same for me … Don’t rush … Take it slowly … savour each moment and touch.”

Draco used his fingers extensively; every shirt button was an excuse to caress Harry’s nipples. Untucking that garment was a pretext to tickle his lord’s tummy and then continue the treatment on his behind. Shoes and socks took ages, as each revealed toe had to be licked and sucked. Draco paused and allowed Harry to repeat the process on his vassal’s body. A belt had to be carefully unthreaded from its loops; this allowed the guiding hand to fumble inside the waistband and heighten the sensations all the way round. Of course, his mate’s delicate parts had to be properly cushioned so that the descending zip did not trap them, and guiding the waistband down his legs gave an opportunity to caress them thoroughly. There were the silken undershorts still to be dealt with and a slow march of fingers up his thighs towards them increased the anticipatory bulge above. In both cases the flesh overcame the resistance of the material and managed to poke itself through the flies, beckoning to the person below. Such delightful lollipops were too much of a temptation. And the first summation took place before either of them was totally naked.

They lay on the bed recovering; using the time to caress and kiss deeply. Towards the end of that period, items that had become flaccid started to reassert their interest in the proceedings, thus alerting their owners to the need for the promised shower. This was not really for cleanliness sake, but allowed the participants to soap each other thoroughly. A loving battle took place ending up with each participant holding the other one close. Two trapped terminals rode up and down between downy and hairy abdomens. The participants had two flexing mounded handles on which to grip and draw their partner ever closer. An alternating rhythm developed, as one slid down slightly the other one straightened; thus for minimal individual movement the maximum joint travel was achieved. Their instruments were already finely tuned from their earlier escapade, giving heightened lubriciousness to the abrasion of soap and skin. As could be expected, there was some addition to the lubrication which was accompanied by gasps of appreciation and some buckling of the knees.

Before collapsing entirely Draco and Harry managed to dry each other and almost crawl into bed. Again the kissing and cuddling started, more for comfort than any idea of continuing carnality. Both of them dropped off to sleep, enjoying each other’s warmth and closeness.

A couple of hours later Draco awoke and gently disentangled himself in order to pay a dewatering visit. Harry woke as his partner climbed out and muzzily followed him on the same errand. Holding hands they regained the four-poster.

“Harry, I would like you to do something special for me, but I will not be able to repay the same to you.”

“Um … I have much the same request to ask of you. However I think you should hear something more of my childhood.”

“Okay, you first, but you have to listen to me as well, before we get any deeper.”

“Curious choice of words … Um … You know my Uncle used to beat me, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Um … He did something else as well …”

“Go on; I may have seen such things at Voldie’s hands, so I’m probably unshakable.”

“Um … He used to shove things up my bum when he beat me, not his cock or anything like that, but uncomfortable, no – painfully sharp things. ‘To remind you what not to think about’ he used to say. They’d stay up there for a couple of days until I just had to have a shit, then everything would come flooding out. Sometimes I bled for a week and had to stuff loo-paper up to stop it staining my clothes … Um … There’s no way I could offer you my anus to penetrate … I’m sorry … I know that’s what our kind of lover’s do … But …” Harry gave a long shudder and started weeping.

Draco comforted Harry, stroking his hair comfortingly and making understanding mumbles. Part of Draco felt immensely relieved. Eventually Harry recovered enough.

“I’m sorry; Lover, but you see how it is, don’t you. If you want to call things off then I’ll not hold it against you. You and I have learnt to be friends; I hope that that at least can continue.”

Draco gave Harry a brief deep kiss: “Harry, I’m so glad you told me. A couple of times I nearly had my finger in there, but you tensed, so I didn’t go exploring. In a way this might actually bring us nearer together … Hmm … I was dreading having to fuck you because I knew that as soon as I started penetration I would go off the boil … Hmm … You see … You know that Voldie used Crucio regularly; well he also liked Imperio as well. He used to cackle with glee when he saw someone having to do what they did not want to do and seeing the internal fight on their faces. Almost as soon as I had started shooting spunk, he would tell my father to bring me to him naked. There was no way either of us could have avoided it, unless we wanted to be hurt badly or even killed. Voldie got pleasure in seeing both of us in pain. He’d incarcerate me and stand me on the dais in front of him so that the assembled Death-eaters could see. He’d play with my prick; all the time rubbing himself against me. Mostly I was too frightened to come early and he would reach his fruition first, and then shout obscenities whilst ensuring my eventual painful fruition. He’d slap it, poke his wand down it and screw it until it bled.”

“How terrible for you; and in public too.” Harry gave his friend an understanding hug.

“When I got a little older, I had to go to his bed … Oh dear … Part of what he did I enjoyed … Very much … But the prick torture … That was quite different. I suppose that’s when I learned about my homosexuality. I was never supposed to come before he did. Problem was, with him inside me I lost myself in sensuality and my control went to pieces. The first time he was cross, the next time he beat me, but that only brought on another ejaculation, as you saw on Friday. Eventually he hit on a plan to stop me … Oh dear.”

Draco shuddered and Harry hugged him again.

“He used a spell to make and keep me hard, then he cast Imperio and had me insert in a rather dishy Muggle he’d captured. With me inside he strapped us together and killed the Muggle. He left me in a cell, attached to the Muggle until rigor mortis set in. Then he had two of the most bloodthirsty Death-eaters butcher the body, leaving me with its entrails stuck on my still hard cock … I spewed up everything … then I heaved again … and again. It was two days before sufficient putrefaction set in for it to slide off. That’s when I knew I wanted out, but I knew I had to obey him too.”

Draco broke down and Harry held the sobbing teenager for nearly half an hour.

Draco shook his head, mopped up the tears and smiled ruefully: “That worked out well didn’t it? I want to be fucked and you want to fuck me, but both of us would scream the place down if it were the other way round.”

Harry giggled: “Seems that way yes. Although I’m not sure I want to be second best to Voldie.”

“Believe me, Partner; yours is ace. His was pointy and snakelike, and he had to wobble it round to give me a thrill. Yours looks much nicer, I’m sure you won’t have to shake it in order to hit the good spots and I’ve been aching to see what it felt like ever since I saw you hard once, in the Quidditch showers.”

“So … Do we celebrate now? Are you sufficiently recovered? I am; I feel as if a big weight is off my shoulders. I was dreading the time when you wanted to enter me. You’ll have to guide me; I’ve not done it before.”

“Hmm … Yes … I feel less Atlas-like too … Look! I’m growing in anticipation and you are too.”

Gently caressing their chum’s cock, they discussed positions, eventually deciding on one where they could see each other face to face. Draco lay with his legs apart propped on a couple of pillows. The first thing Harry had to do was learn the lubrication charm. By the time he was proficient they both were covered in sweet smelling oil.

“This is fun. You smell wonderful and there’s a little pool of oil in your navel.”

Draco giggled: “You can dip your fingers in it, and use it to prepare me – one finger first.”

Harry gingerly pushed against Draco’s sphincter finding that it gave quite easily. Under instruction he found his vassal’s love button. The resultant lurch had the pool of oil running up Draco’s chest. Harry could see Draco’s thigh muscles quivering next time he caressed the gland. Two fingers hurt Draco slightly, but the scissoring fingers managed to stroke his soft spot every time; making him forget the discomfort quickly.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, Lover, quite sure. Just take it slowly, at first.”

Harry used the remainder of the pool to slick his tool, whilst a quivering Draco watched. Purple glans and pink pucker touched. Harry felt a delightful shock run up his penis as Draco’s magic interacted with his. Draco’s eyes went wide and the quivering increased.

“Hold it a minute, Lover. Wasn’t that feeling great?”

“Wonderful, I almost came on the spot. What was it?”

“Something that happens only occasionally, I’ve read about it.”

“Now you sound like Hermione – It’s still tingling.”

“Hmm … Well … It’s our magics; they’re telling us that we’re especially compatible. C’mon, I can’t wait to feel what it’s like with you fully sheathed in me.”

Harry pushed slightly, Draco gasped and Harry slid in balls deep, stopping only when he couldn’t go any further.

“Merlin, Harry, that was something.”

“Sorry Draco you seemed to just open up. Yes it is. Merlin, I wish I’d not been so standoffish when we first met. Do you want me to move yet?”

Draco shook his head slightly, his eye’s sparkled, his heart-rate almost doubled, every muscle in his body seemed to jump with glee. The glorious feeling of ‘almost-there’ spread outwards from Harry’s genitalia until it seemed to consume him completely. His eyes watered at the supreme joy and he collapsed onto Draco’s willing body. There was no need for either of them to make any conscious moves apart from concentrating on the deep kiss they were in. Draco’s tongue in Harry’s mouth was engendering the same feelings of connection. Pulse after pulse of saturnalian lasciviousness circled round their nervous systems in ever increasing intensity. That heady feeling of oneness neither of them had ever experienced filled them completely.

Half an hour or more elapsed with them plugged together by cock and tongue. Harry realised that he must have come many times as he could feel the extra lubrication. Not only did it surround his inserted prick, but a lake of it slid between their bellies, so Harry assumed Draco had had multiple orgasms too. Both of them were still straining hard. Draco could feel his own glans nestling in the hair surrounding Harry’s navel, every slightest movement sent shivers of salaciousness down his member and throughout his body. He could feel every delightful inch of Harry’s pleasurer fitting snugly in its rightful sheath; he knew then that he was home and loved. The half hour faded into the distance, how long they stayed in that extremely close embrace neither of them measured. Luckily they could still use their noses to breathe or else they would have suffocated.

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They were still cuddled but not so intimately connected when they woke in the morning.

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Many times they reproduced that marvellous conjoined feeling, refining it until one heady day, five years later; they managed to stay conjoined for over twenty-four hours.

House Black became a Great House, with Archimage Harry at its head and Narcissa a very able Legate.

Harry and Draco became well respected professors, and had two outstanding elf-tutor assistants. Allowing them to take charge of a revitalised Auror Corps, Draco was really into magical forensics, and Harry majored in non violent capture-wards.

They did their duty to the small magical gene pool, by producing heirs, but apart from the necessary procreation in their spouse’s beds always slept together.

At fifty with full grown families they could still give each other the same thrill as on that first day of conjunction. Although it must be said that the twenty-four hour marathon was just beyond their energies by the time they reached their century.

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