The Malfoy Trial

Dezra – I think I mentioned it was summer. Draco is very much afraid of going to Azkaban because he knows his lithe body will be repeatedly raped there so he’s trying very hard not to annoy Harry – I think the old Malfoy would have jumped Harry’s bones already.

Thrnbrooke – I thought you had gone on holiday when you did not review – lol.


Entertaining

Draco thought that the dining room would hold eight comfortably and he reckoned that the number of bedrooms supported his view – four doubles. As a starter for dinner, Winky’s seafood soup was delicious, as were the salmon steaks and new potatoes that followed.

“What’s this vegetable?” Draco queried, looking into one of the tureens.

“I usually have it for dinner when I’m here. It’s a form of green seaweed, cut fresh and lightly poached. It’s delicious, try some.”

Draco screwed up his nose, took a small spoonful and placed it on the edge of his plate. Gingerly he took a small mouthful.

“Mmm-mmm!” He reached for the tureen and piled two heaped spoonfuls onto his plate.

“See! I told you.” Harry smiled encouragingly.

“S’good! Slightly salty and something like spinach; I like it,” Draco endorsed.

After the meal they went into the library, Harry found a book on seaweeds and showed Draco the ones Winky said were edible. Draco was quite surprised at the variety. Then, with Harry’s permission Draco obtained his wand and went through the disillusionment charms that he thought were pertinent, getting Harry to practice them.

“Thanks for the lesson, Draco. We’ll do them tomorrow morning, before any other Magical comes snooping. C’mon it’s time for bed.”

Harry had the master suite’s big four poster. Kreacher had removed two doors, one to the bathroom and the other to the dressing room; which had been cleared and Draco’s bed installed there. Draco was slightly miffed as he would be unable to see his lord nakedly preparing for bed, except for occasional glimpses. Then he hit on a clever subterfuge.

“Hmm … Harry?”

“Yes, Draco?”

“I think I caught too much sun today. Do you have any soothing cream, please?”

“Just a minute.”

Draco watched Harry rooting around in the bathroom cupboard enjoying the view of his nakedness.

“Here you are:” Harry handed the tube to Draco.

Draco made sure Harry could see everything he had on offer – slightly extended: “Hmm … Harry … It’s mainly my back and shoulders. Would you mind doing it?”

“Okay; lie on your stomach.”

Draco complied, placing his head sideways on the pillow so he could observe Harry’s wobbly bits as he applied the salve. A couple of times when Harry leaned over; Draco could feel Harry’s cock and balls inadvertently touching his bare skin. He was unsure but he thought he saw a slight elongation, but it might just have been his overactive imagination.

“There now, s’that better?”

“Yes thanks Harry. I think I’ll lie on my front for a bit, I peel quite easily.” In fact Draco dare not turn over, he had a raging hard-on.

“Okay! First thing after breakfast we’ll go into the village and buy some blocker for you.”

“Thanks. Hmm … Won’t that reveal your anonymity?”

“The villagers know that I’m resident, I adopt a Glamour and call myself Harvey James.”

“Oh; right!”

“Goodnight Draco – hope the back isn’t too sore for you to get some sleep.”

“It’s much easier now, thanks Harry. Goodnight!”

The light went out and Draco turned quietly on to his well oiled back. It was slightly painful, but not half as painful as his cramped erection had been. He used a little of the lotion to help him with the problem, fantasizing about Harry touching him in the same way that the seaweed had done. The resultant goo disappeared after twenty minutes, a mute testimony to Harry having exercised his own boner before slumbering.

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They rose simultaneously and Draco showered whilst Harry shaved and cleaned his teeth. Then they swapped places, not that Draco needed to shave, he replaced that by carefully brushing his long silver-blond hair until it shone. Draco allowed Harry to exit the door first, admiring the moving dimples in Harry’s arse-cheeks as he walked. Draco went to put on his loincloth as Harry started dressing.

“Don’t put that on.”

“What, do you want me naked?”

“No! We’re going into the village shopping, so you’d better wear shorts and a sun-shirt. We’re much the same size; try these for size.” Harry fished a couple of items from a shelf and threw them to Draco.

“Thanks … The shorts fit snugly … Isn’t the shirt a bit bright? We’ll stick out like a couple of sore thumbs. Anyway; I thought village shops closed on Sundays.”

“Not around here in the middle of the tourist season they don’t. We’ll be posing as Muggle holiday-makers, Draco. They wear this kind of thing just to prove they’re enjoying themselves, even when it’s cold and raining.”

“Oh! Right! Aren’t you wearing anything underneath?”

“It’s cooler that way, the village is in a valley and traps heat like a furnace. You’d better take your wand with you; you have my permission to use it to defend yourself with.”

Draco felt the tingle as Harry pressed his ring.

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A number of tureens lined the sideboard, as they would have done in the Manor. Draco settled for porridge first and then Kedgeree. Harry went straight into a mixed breakfast grill. Both of them finished up with hot buttered toast and marmalade accompanied by coffee.

Harry picked up a wickerwork basket from the hall table as they went out. Once outside the door they adopted their Glamours.

“Don’t forget I’m Harvey, will you Draco; once were outside the grounds,” said Harry as they walked along the curving drive.

“No Harry. Hmm we’d better disguise my name too.”

“Are you happy to be another Mr James? Pretend to be my cousin, like.”

“Seems a good idea; now how to disguise Draco … Hmm … I know; Drayton … How’s that.”

“Yes, like mine you can hide the slip-up.”

“Right on, Harvey!” Draco offered Harry a high hand and received an enthusiastic one back.

It took half an hour to reach the village. Draco was pleased he was wearing no underwear because the sweat was running down his legs; however the evaporation helped to keep his private area cool. Once in the village, as Harry had said, their garish clothing fitted in well; Draco felt as though he were walking through an ambulatory garden. Most of the houses were thatched, just as the lodge was. Potterton had four public buildings, the Queen’s Arms, St. Anthony’s church, the village school, and a double fronted shop.

They went inside. Draco had never seen a shop so full of merchandise. It was crammed on shelves reaching to the ceiling. The floor had islands of labelled cardboard boxes on it. Items hung from hooks, strings of onions cheek-by-jowl with buckets. Behind a highly polished counter stood a rosy-cheeked woman it a bright floral-print apron.

“Mornin’ Mr James, how can I help you, today?”

“Hello Mrs Tracey, this is my cousin, Drayton, he’s staying with me indefinitely and helping put the lodge to rights.” Harry put the basket down on the counter.

“Mornin’ Mr James, you’ve got your work cut out there.”

“Good morning Mrs Tracey, yes I know. Hmm … do you have any sun-blocker, please?”

“Just a minute Dearie … Now let me see …” Mrs Tracey walked to one of the piles of boxes: “Ah here we have ’n. Three different types … This ’n’ll be your type. Says ‘for fair skin’ on ’n.”

Draco perused the label, he realised that it had most of the ingredients that he would have put in an equivalent potion: “Thanks, that’s ideal.”

Whilst Draco was being served Harry had picked up a few items: “Anything more you want Drayton?”

“Do you sell Earl Grey?”

“Yes Dearie, them at the Hall likes that too. Here y’are.”

Harry paid for the items which Mrs Tracey had already placed in his basket.

“Good-day Masters James; enjoy your gardening.”

“GOOD DAY,” both of them replied together.

The walk back was easier because, apart from getting out of Potterton’s valley, most of the route was downhill. Nevertheless both young men were sweating profusely.

“Let’s have a dip before coffee,” Harry suggested.

“Hmm … then would you mind spreading the blocker on my back, please?”

“Of course! You can return the compliment for me too, I bought some as well.”

Draco felt his heartbeat quicken at that idea and smiled his acquiescence, not trusting his voice.

They left their garments at the lodge. Harry found two pairs of beach shoes and they trotted nakedly down to the sea. They plunged into the cool water, not really swimming; just letting the chill refresh them. As before, Draco had had a few passing thrills from the seaweed and they used the lift. Towels waited in the hallway and they dried off whilst going towards the master suite. Wordlessly Harry handed his blocker over and lay face down on his bed. Draco schooled his thoughts and set to work on the tanned musculature of his lord. Exploring Harry’s body with oiled fingers was a definite turn on, luckily for Draco, Harry had his face turned the other way. When he finished Draco turned, quickly holding his erection and sped to his own bed. In his consternation he forgot to ogle Harry, who had an equivalent problem. Harry solved his by speedily donning some shorts.

Draco was face down and peering through his lashes. When he saw Harry’s swollen crotch, he realised that he had missed an opportunity to ‘accidentally’ test Harry’s reactions and mentally kicked himself. In his heightened state of awareness Draco’s libido reacted to Harry oiling his back and he had great difficulty in controlling his need to ejaculate. It was made worse by Harry oiling the back of Draco’s legs as well as using his fingers to massage the downy buns. His usual ploy of mentally reciting potions ingredients misfired; all he could think of were love potions.

“I’m just popping into the bathroom for ten minutes, will you be alright here?”

Draco let out a relieved breath: “Yes Harry, chuck the tissue box out before you start, my hands are still oily from doing your back.”

“No probs … here you are.”

“Thanks.” Draco turned to face the wall, and as quietly as possible sorted out his engorgement, using some tissues to hide the evidence just as Harry pulled the flush.

Harry emerged: “Draco; I think you’d better wear shorts. There’s less likelihood of your tender bits being stung, that way.”

Draco blushed: “Thanks, it did sting for a bit.” He then went silent, wondering just how carefully Harry was observing him, and what that really meant. His conclusion made him glad he had put on the shorts; the resultant arousal would have lifted the flap of his loincloth in a very revealing way.

Coffee finished, the bulge had died and he set to work on the third terrace alongside Harry and Nubbins. They had frequent drinks of Winky’s lemonade, and ate sandwiches where they were at lunchtime.

After teatime Harry suggested they went for another swim. Once dried off, they flooed back to Grimmauld Place and’ after greeting Walburga, went up to their suite.

Kreacher was waiting for them in the bedroom: “I had a chat with the ex-manor elves and they gave me some sizes for Draco’s clothes. All of the remaining ones had been ripped to shreds either by a raging Voldie or by overzealous Aurors looking for dark artefacts. I had three sets of robes made, matched to the patterns of whatever we managed to salvage from his wrecked wardrobes. I booked it to your account, Harry; I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’m glad you had the foresight, I most certainly didn’t know what was coming.”

“I’m sorry Pot … err … Harry, to have put you to all this inconvenience. I would have been quite happy to wander around in what I still had, cleaned of course.”

“They weren’t worth a brass farthing, Draco, definitely not fit for a formal dinner at my house when I’m entertaining. There’s a certain standard expected. I’d be letting myself down if you appeared to be shabby. I suppose you could just wear a loincloth. Some of the ladies would enjoy ogling your body; some of the men too.”

Draco’s eyes opened wide and he started to stammer.

“Are you having second thoughts, Draco? I’m not; I couldn’t have you going to prison, especially when you had saved me from going there myself. Nor could I let you look like a tramp. Could I?”

“No … I s’pose not.” Draco looked down twiddling his fingers.

“Right … are you showering first or am I?”

“What?” Draco shook himself out of his self induced reverie. “Oh … The shower’s big enough so we could share – like the showers at Hogwarts.”

“Um … Okay … They were built for a married couple to cleanse themselves, so I s’pose we could. No different from swimming earlier.” Harry started to divest himself of his earth-soiled shorts, giving them to Kreacher.

“Thank you Harry, Winky says that dinner will be ready in an hour and a half’s time. Your guests should start arriving in three-quarters.”

“Tell her that will be just right, thank you.”

Kreacher popped out of the room and the two young men went into the bathroom and under the shower heads.

“Hmm … Harry … Are you sure that’s the same Kreacher that I used to know? I remember him as the curmudgeonly elf who liked to tittle-tattle to Aunt Bella?”

“Yes Draco! He’s also the hero of the elfin world who led their army in the fight against Voldie; the one that Nubbins mentioned.”

“Oh … I had heard something about such an army and the other magical creatures helping you out, but being held solitarily in prison …”

“Yes I know, you loose contact and you stop caring about outside; you care only if you’ll be fed and not beaten, all else ceases to matter.”

“Some of them did, you know.”

“What? Beat you … Best left unsaid … We’ve all done things we are ashamed of.”

They chatted generally, continuing the cruel-guardians revelations conversation of before. It ended up with Harry relating the snake in the zoo incident and Dudley; with both of them falling about laughing at it.

Harry came out of the shower first; “Look! Kreacher’s put out towels for us; do you want the red one?”

“Green for me, please. I automatically gravitate to my Slytherin colours, not that I attach much importance to them any longer.”

“Okay, I suppose I go for the Gryffindor ones, too. I’ve been invited back to retake my seventh year; have you?”

“No one’s mentioned it. Do you intend to take it up?”

“Yes, I think so. That means that you’ll have to come with me, doesn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t object. I had various experimental potions planned for my exams.”

“Um … I was hoping to major in DADA, you know. I reckon I’m not too bad at Transfiguration, but I need another subject.”

“Let me help you with potions … Hmm? You did all right when my snarky Godfather wasn’t breathing down your neck. I’m all right in Arithmancy but hopeless at defence spells, all Father taught me was attack, attack, attack.”

“You’ve got a deal; I’ll help you with the defence charms, you help me with Potions. I wonder what the sleeping arrangements will be like. I’m not sure either of us would be too welcome to our respective opposite dorms.”

“I have a feeling that there is a rule about lordly heads of house, I believe you can hire your own private room. As it is we’ll all have to inhabit a different tower, the house ones only have seven sleeping floors. Anyway, I have to be in your sight always, don’t I?”

“So right … I’ll owl McGonagall about it tomorrow; c’mon its time to meet my guests.”

“How formal are we?”

“Very! Oh dear … Stuffed shirts put me on my best manners and I feel so awkward.”

Draco looked into his wardrobe. Kreacher had chosen well and included some casual wear that he had said nothing about. Harry was ready quickly, Draco, however, was still combing his hair. He stood in front of the mirror, naked. Harry sat on his own bed watching Draco’s buttocks dimple and fill as he performed his toilette. Draco saw Harry’s intent expression in the mirror, so he turned when he caught Harry staring; only Harry was now staring at a fat juicy member framed by white-gold curls. Harry quickly averted his eyes and Draco smiled secretly; mentally chalking up another point in his secret campaign to bed Harry.

Draco picked up his clothes and started to dress: “Harry. I’m sure that the House Snape badge doesn’t have a chain in it.”

Pop: “It doesn’t, Draco, normally.” Kreacher looked slightly worried: “I checked with the court-elves. They say that whilst you are in vassalage the chain has to be part of your coat-of-arms. I tried to make it as unobtrusive as possible.”

“You succeeded quite well, Kreacher, thank you, it’s tastefully done. I see it has an Adept’s escutcheon, it used to be a Seer’s when Father was a Mage.”

“So we were the same rank at school?”

“Not really, my title was my father’s lesser one and technically a courtesy. Yours was by birth and so you outranked me slightly, not that either of us could use it until it had been officially recognised by the Wizengamot, once we were seventeen. That was something that used to niggle me too. Still, you’re a Mage now, thanks to House Black. Enough of this silliness; what’s the occasion about Harry?”

“Equal rights for other magical beings; Seer Grainger and I feel strongly on this point. She comes at it from the SPEW humanitarian point of view. I come at it from the help we received in defeating Voldie’s army. We’ve a long way to go yet. We’re starting with the Gringott’s goblins, nearly everyone has vaults there and it would be in their interests not to antagonise them; at least that’s the reasoning we’re trying to propound.”

“Hmm … Good start; appealing to people’s self interest … I imagine you might be able to get the elves on that bandwagon too … not wanting to be poisoned or knifed in bed, sort of arguments.”

“I think I’ve just recruited another member to the Equal Rights Committee.” Harry grinned slyly: “Kreacher’s with us, so are Bane and Griphook. After all that fuss, the Gringott’s board offered him a governorship. They daren’t do less after he’d helped me to win the war. C’mon, time to do verbal battle. I shall have to call you Snape when we’re out there, you know.”

“Yes, I know, and you’ll get ‘Milord’ back from me, don’t worry. As you said that first day, ‘we have to keep up appearances’. Lead on Milord.”