Toppers Wallow

Tuesday was the day when Hermione and Ron were coming to visit. It was the day when no other workmen were around apart from Billy. It was the day when Harry found a leg of ham outside the door, with a note saying it was from an admirer. It was the day when Billy proved obdurate, saying that he had work to complete, and so had Harry, so he should get on with it. Slightly miffed Harry set about checking that the ham was safe from all known poisons and hexes, which proved to be non-existent, and preparing for his final and very intricate wards.



Once the wards were completed he went off to the village stores to pick up some provisions, with an eye to entertaining his forthcoming guests.



“Hello Mr Potter, run out of supplies so soon?”



“I’ve got guests coming to stay for a few days so I thought I’d better lay in some extras,”



“More people like yourself then?” Mrs Amis, the shopkeeper, gave Harry a knowing look.



“Um … Well … Yes … They’re friends from college.”



“Good, more of your sort will redress the balance, if you see what I mean.” Mrs Amis scowled at a passer-by who was peering in at the window. “That’s Mr Goodfellow, not that I think it’s his real name anyway. He’s a real old skinflint, his name don’t match his attitude; no it don’t.”



Harry took a quick look, but didn’t recognise the man. He looked away quickly in case he was recognised, but carefully stored up the information for later. “I wonder if I’ll look that grumpy when I grow old.”



“Not if you keeps coming to church you won’t, Dearie.”



“Well I do have to go back to college for some time yet.”



“Ah well; young Billy’ll look after your house well, he’s a real good ‘un, that ‘un is.”



Harry had to agree with Mr Amis’s statement, marvelling at the swiftness of the village grapevine. He passed a few more pleasantries with her, paid for his goods and carefully carried them back to the cottage. Billy met him at the entrance.



“Your friends have arrived.”



“Oh no! I’d better get down there and hand them in.”



“It’s all right, Lover. I did what you did with the workmen yesterday, you know, glad handed them. Then the wards let them in.”



“Really! Wonderful! I’d better ask Hermione about it, because I didn’t set them up that way.”



“Maybe it’s because we’re lovers, or I was inside when you made them. Is that possible?”



“I don’t know, Hermione will though; if not she’ll have every book out until she finds the answer.”



By this time Billy had taken Harry on to the patio, where he had supplied Hermione and Ron with some traditional lemonade.



“Here’s your glass Harry, I’ll go and get on with the painting.”



“No you won’t, you’re my loving mate, come and meet two other loving mates. Anyway where did you get the lemonade from?”



“It was among the gifts left on your doorstep this morning. Before you get het-up, I asked Hermione to check it out, like you said we had to. See, I’m drinking some too.”



“What else was left?”



“Half a dozen eggs, and a fresh-baked loaf, I had Hermione check those out too.”



“I’m glad about the bread, Mrs Amis had sold out, so I was going to re-vivify some of Saturdays. Oh well it’ll make good toast.”



“Hello you two, sorry to ignore you for domestic arrangements, but we will have to eat.”



Hermione hugged Harry and kissed his cheek. “Nice to see you so domesticated; quite a change from being the saviour of the world, it suits you.”



“I’m not sure whether that’s a compliment or not.” Harry smiled questioningly.



“Intended as a compliment.”



Ron was next, giving Harry a playful punch. “Is there enough height under your wards to throw a Quaffle around? Your mate Billy says he’s seen you do some pretty scary things on your ’stick.”



“I bet you were showing off to him Harry. Honestly, boys!”



Billy squeezed his hand, because Harry was blushing. “There should be room enough over the bushes at the back. Not full height, as the wards are attached to the chimney, but there’ll be enough room to try quite a few moves.”



“Ronald Weasley, before you two go off playing Quidditch, you have a duty to perform.”



“Sorry Dear! Harry, Dad gave me these files to let you have a look at. He says he knows Goodfellow is not the proper name, but these are the known remaining Death Eaters who are supposed to be in this area. There\'s a picture of each of them as well.”



“Mrs Amis showed me Mr Goodfellow this morning, at the shop … There that’s the one … Oh it’s Marcus Mulciber.” Harry picked up the file and all four of them peered at its contents. “Hey Billy; don’t you ever accept any work from him. Look at this, he’s suspected of seven young men’s deaths. Ugh! Look what he did to them. I reckon he pulled that one’s balls off.”



All three young men cringed.



“Not a very nice way to die.” Hermione’s understatement belied her ashen face. “Close it up, Harry … Quickly … Please.”



All four readers were definitely a few shades paler.



“Ooh! I’m not going anywhere near that bloke, not for thousands of pounds. I’d rather starve to death.”



“You know what you saw was privileged information, don’t you?”



“Yes Hermione. Harry told me about your little group and keeping secrets. Not that I could find words to express that horror, anyway. I’m glad you’re on the opposing side to that ghoul. Harry, shouldn’t you be telling someone about it?”



“Thanks Billy. Where’ll your dad be now, Ron?”



“At his office, you’d better floo him.”



“Floo him, Harry?”



“Yes Billy, you know what I did with the fire yesterday, like a telephone.”



“Oh yes! Can I come and watch please?”



“Why not? It might be useful if I have to get in touch with you some time.”



“While you’re doing that Ron and I’ll unpack. Which room do you want us to use?”



“The one Billy and I are using is over the kitchen … above here. There’s one with a big double bed, over this part. Then there’s one with two single beds over the front door, each one has a small private shower etc. You choose.”



Billy and Harry went below to floo Mr Weasley, and the other two went exploring upstairs. It took a few minutes to find Ron’s Dad, giving him the files, explaining about Billy, and about Harry’s sighting of Marcus/Araxes. Mr Weasley swore not to tell anyone about Billy, but smiled broadly when he was told of the relationship, telling them not to worry there were lots of others like them. He also said he would tell the Order, quietly, about Marcus’s home location. When the two boys climbed back up the stairs they found Ron and Hermione in the kitchen.



“Mum sent you some plate pies. You know what she’s like. We’ve chosen this cold chicken one, is that okay?”



“If it’s your Mum’s cooking, of course it is. I bought some fresh salad so we could have that with it. Mrs Amis also had a selection of fresh fruit so we could have them for afters, if you like.”



“Nice to see you eating healthy, Harry. Ron would have nothing but pizzas.”



“What’s wrong with pizzas?” Ron queried.



“Nothing; if you eat them occasionally, but the takeaway near the Granger house thought they hit a human gold mine when you came to stay.”



“Well … I’d not had one before, had I?”



“There’s a pizza shop in Great Grumblewell. You can ’phone them and they’ll bring them round.”



“Billy; please don’t lead my fiancé into bad habits, he’s got enough to last a lifetime already.”



Ron went puce, then realised he was being had-on and looked shamefaced.



Much to Billy’s delight Ron conjured up two sunshades, which they sat under on the patio whilst they ate their meal. There was a general discussion about the nature of magic, and the latest gossip etc. Harry asked Hermione about Billy being able to operate the wards, so when they split up she went to raid Harry’s library, and then sat in the shade on the small lower semicircular terrace outside his study. Billy went back to painting and the two wizards indulged themselves in some Quidditch practice, throwing a Quaffle around. For a goal they improvised, because the level of the floor of the entrance terrace increased in height as the ground fell away, so the archways were well above ground height. One of them made a suitable goal aperture, not as high as a Quidditch ring, but ample for practice purposes. Later, Billy joined them, having painted all that could be done that day; he used the archway like a football goal, whilst Ron and Harry swooped round trying to score. After a few bumps and bruises with the heavy Quaffle, Billy got a tennis ball out of his kit and they used that. Billy was an excellent thrower; the tennis ball was almost snitch size, so Harry had some chasing practice as well.



Over tea, Hermione explained why Billy was able to operate the wards. As Billy had thought, it had to do with him and Harry being very close, also that the wards recognised any living being within any premises whilst they were being made; thus Erwin could come and go as he pleased.



“It seems to suggest that certain magic adheres to the loved one’s skin, wearing off when the magical being is long absent. However, I don’t think it will effect the operation of the wards, especially if Billy is around a lot.”



“So does that mean that Billy might try to fly in a morning, after we’ve been together all night?”



“I’m not sure Harry,” said Hermione, blushing. “This book seems to suggest you can charge your Muggle loved one up with protection charms, a bit like a car battery. I imagine that comes in handy if the pair of you are attacked; at least the non-magic partner has some defence. That’s what this book is primarily about, I suppose we could experiment. That is if you are willing to try Billy?”



“How exciting, yes I’ll have a go.”



“You sound just like my Dad.”



“Here Harry, you learn this set of charms. I dare say if you insert a volare derivative instead of the patronus one that charm might work.”



“Why not practice over the pool then if Billy falls, at least he has a soft landing.”



“Good idea Ron.”



“Let’s all put our bathing suits on; then if we get splashed it won’t matter and we can have a swim afterwards, before dinner.”



The experiment was fun; Harry had to charm the broomstick specially, as well as casting on Billy. Billy fell off a couple of times, splashing water everywhere. The effect wore off after five minutes, until Ron suggested using a charmed galleon worn round Billy’s neck. Eventually, if Billy and Harry paired up, and either touched the other regularly, they reckoned that sustained flight might be possible, subject to the donor wizard not becoming too tired. They found that Ron was unable to keep Billy in flight longer than a few minutes, so obviously the loving relationship played a great part in the charm’s efficacy. Harry was worn out after an hour, so they lazed round the pool, in it and out of it, until Ron’s stomach clock reminded them that it was time for dinner.



After the meal Billy was introduced to exploding snap. When it got dark Ron marvelled at the magically shielded electric lights Harry had introduced, and Billy had electrical/magical drawbacks explained. The evening went quickly and then two couples started to think of bed.



Billy and Harry were sharing a shower when there was a knock on their door. Harry wandered over as he was. He had sensed it was Ron on the other side, and they had seen each other naked many times in the dorm.



“Err … Harry … Have you a couple of spare rubbers I could have. Hermione and I have decided to share the double bed and we think it wise to take precautions.”



“What kind of rubber? I’m not sure what you mean.”



“You know … Merlin … Maybe you don’t … Err!”



It was Billy who came to the rescue.



“Here you are Ron. I practice safe sex and we did when I was in the trio, even if we were committed to each other solely.”



“Thanks Billy, I think you’re going to have an interesting time explaining to our nonplussed magical friend who’s holding your hand.”



“Yes I am. We haven’t quite got that far yet.”



“You mean there’s more?” Harry looked aghast and hopeful.



“Yes Lover, there is; but only when you and I feel ready for it.”



Ron quietly withdrew, condoms in hand, before he became extremely embarrassed by Billy’s forthcoming explanation.



“Come on then, Billy. Spill the beans!”



“Do you know where Ron will be putting his prick tonight?”



“Oh come on, I’m not that naïve.”



“Well we have an equivalent aperture, in fact Ron could use Hermione’s if they so decided, it’s not unknown.”



“Where?”



“Here!” Billy patted Harry’s behind.



“What, in my bum, that’s where the poo comes out.”



“Ever had a really satisfying one, one that made you feel really good?”



“Yes, quite often … Oh … Like that … Um!”



“It feels better; I know from experience, however, I or my partner always put a sheath on, in case of accidents.”



“Mmm, I see. Well who’s going first?”



“Perhaps I should, as it’s happened to me before, I know what to expect.”



“I see! You rode my ’stick this afternoon, I get to ride you tonight.”



“Don’t be so crude, Lover.”



“I’m not really; it’s just that I’m nervous. Is it better than sucking?”



“You bet, but let’s lead into it, so we’re really hot when we do it.”



“I’m hot now. Look at the colour of my cock; it’s all shiny in anticipation.”



“Right, so let’s have some delicious kissing and foreplay first.”



Two eager young men fell on to the bed hugging and snogging. Harry was quivering in sexual excitement with Billy not that far behind him. In between kisses and manipulations Billy explained about positions and Harry decided he would like to see Billy’s expression, and possibly kiss him in mid fuck. So, legs on Harry’s shoulders, Billy made himself available. Guided by Billy, Harry first inserted one finger and pumped it. Once two fingers were in Harry found Billy’s prostate, almost sending him over the top. Harry’s shiny knob was soon even shinier, what with the latex covering and the applied lubricant. As instructed, Harry took things slowly, adjusting his angle of thrust to excite Billy’s love gland. Slow shallow thrusts became deeper ones, soon Harry’s dimples were emphasising his fast thrust rate and Billy was cooing in ecstasy.



Billy came first by half a second; his tightening sphincter set Harry off on a record breaking ejaculation. Still inside, Harry tried to withdraw, but he was still hard and the edges of his glans were very sensitive. Each attempt at withdrawal sent a shock wave through Harry’s body, making his hips dive forward back into Billy. Each time Harry drove back in, his cock caressed Billy’s love centre causing Billy to spasm and grip. Nearly an hour later, and after a couple more minor orgasms Harry’s prick shrank enough to be able to withdraw it and the full condom from a panting Billy.



“That was great, Mon Amour, I’ve never dreamt of such a feeling, never mind experiencing it. Come on now it’s your turn.”



“Harry Love; I’m exhausted. I wasn’t just lying back and thinking of England, you know. Look at the mess that came out of my cock also.”



Harry’s quick Scourgify solved the mess problem, and his secret hoard of chocolate made inroads into the lack of energy. Some of the chocolate melted as they held it, so they had great fun licking every last drop of each other’s bodies.



Sometime in the wee small hours of the night Harry became agitated.



“Come on Billy, please. I want to give you the pleasure you gave me and I want to feel this love-bump thing, which you say feels so great.”



“Are you sure, the first time can hurt quite a bit?”



“Well there has to be a first time sometime, let it be tonight.”



More snogging soon had both parties in the right mood. Billy’s finger rubbed Harry’s rosebud, getting it used to the feel; then the finger went in. Harry took a deep breath, gasped and smiled encouragement at his partner. Once two fingers were inserted Billy found Harry’s prostate and rubbed it.



“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Wow Billy, that was great. Ooh, you’ve hit it again; Oh!”



Harry had already placed a condom on Billy’s prick during the last of the chocolate session. Billy’s other hand applied lube where necessary and then came the moment of truth. Harry could feel something that he thought felt like the circumference of a coke can, trying to gain admittance, and resisted. Billy reached round his lover’s torso and gave Harry\'s prong a pull. After tensing momentarily Harry relaxed and Billy was inside. After a short pause Billy moved further in, angling his cock-head to hit Harry’s love-bump.



“Oh Lover, do that again please … Ooh … Oh … Ah …”



On each thrust Billy caressed Harry’s energised prostate. Harry became extremely vocal, shouting his enjoyment at the top of his voice. As had happened with Harry, it took a long time for Billy to slacken enough to be able to withdraw. Both participants were knackered, so they fell asleep spooned together, regardless of the mess in the bed.