The Malfoy Trial

Sorry Thrnbrook – nothing to tell re the dinner, bar a report.

Business

After the guests had left, Harry was in a grumpy mood. Draco could not blame him, because there did not seem to have been much progress. Also, because Hermione was in attendance, so was her fiancé. Ronald had tried to stir up trouble with Draco and Harry had had to publically rebuke him. Harry nursed a fire-whisky in the tapestry room and scowled at the fireplace.

Draco wished he could hug his lord; he was sure that that little understanding gesture would have helped. In the end he stood behind the sofa and patted Harry’s shoulder.

“Rome wasn’t built in a day, y’know. Wilberforce spent at least twenty years campaigning before he got the Abolition of Slavery Bill passed through the Muggle Parliament.”

“I thought you knew nothing about Muggles?” Harry asked morosely.

“I used to read Muggle history books in Binns’s classes, they were a darn sight more interesting that his lectures.”

Harry gave a rueful chuckle and swigged his drink.

“Besides which, that Bill affected how house-elves were to be treated. Not that my father took any notice of it, of course. Hermione quoted bits of it in her presentation tonight … You feel tense, how about I give you a massage?”

“What?”

“You know, fragrant oil, kneading muscles until they loose their tenseness. Mother taught me, she used to massage Father when he got het-up.”

“Oh … One of those … Never had one before.”

“The Blacks used to have a massage room, can I ask Kreacher?”

Pop: “It’s been cleaned, Draco, and there’s a stock of massage potions too.”

“Um … I-I’m not sure.”

“It’ll do you good Harry. We’ve got the sauna working now, so you could try that out afterwards. Winky and I had a go; it eased some of our stiff joints.”

“I’ve not had a sauna, either.”

“Neither have I Harry. C’mon it’ll be fun.”

“Oh … All right … maybe it’ll lift the cloud that’s hanging over my head.”

Draco and Harry went upstairs and changed from their formal wear into shorts and flip-flops. Then they followed Kreacher down into the bowels of Grimmauld Place. On the other side of the plunge bath from the lewd room was the massage room and sauna.

Draco wisely decided to keep his shorts on, whilst instructing Harry to lie naked, face-down on the massage table. He chose a delicately scented lavender oil and set about Harry’s knotted back muscles. Draco managed to cover Harry’s entire torso including his legs and buttocks. When asked to turn over, Harry grabbed a small towel and draped it strategically; blushing slightly. Draco pretended not to notice, surreptitiously ogling the obvious bulge. Draco massaged Harry’s legs first; managing a few quick peeks under the towel, which confirmed his first assessment. Next came Harry’s chest and Draco concentrated on his nipples; they became hard and Harry squirmed uncomfortably. Draco moved downwards and started pulsing Harry’s stomach, imperceptibly moving the towel’s edge downwards.

“Um … Draco … How far are you going with that?”

“Down to your upper thighs … Why, do you mind?” Draco put on his most innocent expression whilst feeling decidedly hot inside.

“Um … It’s a bit awkward … Um … You see … Ginny used to stroke my chest and play with my aureoles, when you did it I was reminded of it … Um …”

“So you got a boner did you?” Draco felt let down, suspecting that Harry might not respond to a man handling his hard-on. He mentally knocked ten off his score.”

“Um … Yes.”

To give him his due, Draco did not give up easily: “So what? I’ve seen morning woodies on my mates many times; had them myself too. What’s the difference?”

“Um … Well … It was you stroking my chest that did it; not the need to have a piss.”

Draco shrugged his shoulders: “Same thing, it’s still hard; however it was caused. Don’t be such a wimp!” With that he removed the towel.

Harry went bright red and placed his hands over his crotch.

“Move your hands, you ninny, I need to do your inner thigh muscles. Close your eyes if you feel embarrassed.” Draco tugged on Harry’s wrist.

Harry giggled and allowed Draco to move his hands. Draco saw Harry turn his face away and close his eyes.

‘Merlin, it’s a whopper … I just fancy sucking it … Now Malfoy restrain yourself … Don’t jump his bones yet … There’s plenty of time,’ and other such thoughts went through the blond’s fevered brain. Draco massaged Harry’s inner thighs, managing occasionally to tickle his scrotum. Draco noticed a small pearly bead developing at the end of Harry’s totem pole. The blond followed on with a lower stomach massage, the upper parts of Draco’s knuckles managing to scrape along the straining flesh as he kneaded below it. He was entranced by the empurpling shiny flesh. A few more rubs within the curls had Harry’s balls tightening.

“Huh … Huh … Huh … Stop … Draco … Stop … Please … Oh Merlin … Too late.”

Draco removed his digits and watched as Harry lifted his hips and came. The first spurt hit Harry’s forehead, the next one his chin; the rest left a creamy trail down his chest and abdomen. Then Draco realised that he had a growing damp patch of his own.

“Sorry Draco, I shouldn’t have let my imagination run away with me; it must have disgusted you.”

Draco silently handed Harry some tissues, schooling his inflamed desires: “Hmm … Harry … Hmm … It’s quite natural, you know. Most nights it happens to me as well. My dorm mates and I used to have competitions to see how far we could shoot. I reckon that you’d have taken first prize with that lot.” Draco chuckled, as much to hide his own confusion as to try and diffuse Harry’s angst.

A blushing Harry quickly rose and went towards the door: “I think we ought to try the Sauna, don’t you? Thanks for being so understanding.”

Draco dropped his shorts and did a quick personal tissue wipe before following on.

The room was quite small and full of steam. The wooden bench had two small towelling mats placed on it so they could sit on them, almost touching. Draco glanced down and noted that Harry had not completely subsided. There was an amount of pink glans still poking out of his foreskin. He mused quietly, wondering if Harry were gay or not. Both of them sat sweating in contemplative silence.

Draco jumped when Harry sniffed and asked him: “What is that smell, it’s rather like a wood in autumn?”

“I’ve read a bit about Saunas. I think it’s birch. We’re supposed to hit each other lightly with birch twigs; it helps the pore cleansing process.”

“I can’t see any. I think you’re just making that up so you can get your own back for the public thrashing I gave you.”

Draco felt alarmed and looked intensely into Harry’s eyes; only to find them crinkling in amusement.

“Well … Now you mention it …” Draco smiled back: “Your idea has some merits.” He looked down in mock bashfulness and saw Harry’s cock give a little twitch. He looked back up and thought he saw Harry jerk his eyes away from Draco’s semi-extension.

“Right … Next time we come here I’ll get Kreacher to find us some birch twigs and we can try it out.”

“Are you serious?”

“Um … Yes … Maybe I could give you sixteen lashes with them. I don’t fancy making those welts again and I don’t think that the Wizengamot’s order states how hard or with what.”

Draco felt his own intumescence wanting to increase at the thought and struggled to keep it from bobbing up. After a minute or two he had everything under control and looked up again. This time he felt sure that Harry was ogling him, but Harry hid his interest by leaning forward to pour some more water on the hot stones.

“Thanks for considering my comfort, Harry; I appreciate it.”

“According to the book Hermione showed me, that is one of the duties a lord has towards his vassal. Anyway I can’t have you getting the welts sunburned when you carry on weeding, can I?”

Draco giggled: “So you want me to work naked in the garden do you?”

“No, Silly. Those shorts we wear are thin and don’t block out the sun fully, that’s why I smeared blocker on you butt, earlier.”

Draco nearly made a coy remark in furtherance of his campaign, but thought the better of it. “When do we return to the lodge, Harry?”

“We’re going to Diagon Alley in the morning; there is some shopping I want to do and I want to check one of my accounts at Gringott’s. Before that there’s a short meeting of the Wizengamot to hear the latest Auror reports. That’ll take us up to lunch. I’m sorry but we have to go to your old Manor in the afternoon, it’s my chat day with the inmates. I’m usually in a bit of a state when I return home afterwards, having seen so many damaged people. They’re not going to take kindly to seeing you with me … Oh well …”

“Maybe you could put me under Auror supervision or something.”

“Well now … That’s an idea … I’ll have a quick chat with Kingsley about it tomorrow.”

They both sat in silence, Draco dreaming about visiting his old home and hoping he wouldn’t regret it.

Another half hour went by.

“I think I’ve sweated enough. C’mon Draco; a quick shower and then into the plunge bath to close our pores.”

There was a tiled corridor leading from the sauna, it was lined with shower heads. As they walked along it the temperature dropped to lukewarm.

“AH-AH-AH.” Both of them gasped as they jumped into the cold water.

Draco spat out a mouthful of water: “Merlin; what a shock.”

“Y-y-yes,” Harry shivered. “S-s-s-seems m-m-m-much c-c-colder than the s-s-s-sea.”

They swam quickly to the other end. Draco noticed in passing that their fleshly appurtenances had shrivelled to the smallest possible size, hiding in their curls from the cold. Warm towels were very comforting, and the rubbing entailed restored their body’s circulation somewhat.

“It felt as though there were ice blocks in it.” Harry peered at the water to see if it were true.

“The Finns go and roll in the snow afterwards, so I’m told.”

“Merlin; that must be a shock to the system, maybe I’ll just settle for the cold water, after all. I’m for bed, how about you?”

Draco nearly asked ‘whose?’ but restrained himself: “Me too, now that we are pristine.”

Finding their flip-flops, they wrapped towels around themselves and climbed the many flights of stairs to their room.

“That smells like Butterbeer,” Draco said pointing to two crystal glasses effervescing on a side table.

Pop: “Part of the sauna ritual, so I’m told. Replaces the lost body fluids.”

Harry coloured up and looked hard at Kreacher, who smiled innocently and departed.

“Do you think he knows, Draco?”

“I imagine so, but House ethics will stop him telling anyone except maybe Winky … Your very good health.” Draco lifted his glass and took of long sip of the cold Butterbeer.

“And to you too,” Harry followed suit.

As they sipped they discussed their garden work, allowing themselves to slip into a pre-sleep reverie. Fairly soon they climbed into their beds and Harry muttered: “Nox.”

Roughly quarter of an hour elapsed, whilst Harry huffed and Draco made his bed squeak.

“Okay Draco, I’m aware of what we’ve been doing, shall I cleanse us?”

Draco blushed and managed the stammer out a please.

“Why so bashful, Draco? You told me that you and your mates did it in the dorms; we did in ours, too.”

“Hmm … Yes … But it seems more personal when there’re just two of us, somehow.”

“Did you do it to each other?”

“Hmm … Saturday mornings usually … you know … as relaxation after the stress of the week … Oh … And to put off doing our homework for a bit.”

“Um … Same here … Despite Ron lusting after Hermione, he used to be very vocal when Seamus was tugging his todger … But then Seamus has very persuasive digits.”

“So he did it to you as well?”

“Quite a few times … Yes … I’m relaxed now … Have a good night …”

Draco’s libido gave a big lurch. ‘Perhaps I do have a chance, after all,’ he thought and, dreaming of the sex-god next door, he slumbered sweetly, cock in hand.

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Morning came and Draco awoke in a pleasurable state. His hand was where he had left it on going to sleep and had automatically started to stroke. He glanced over at Harry’s bed, whose occupant appeared to be still in the land of nod; so Draco hastily arose and took himself and his erection quickly into the shower. Draco hoped the sound of the flowing water would drown out the sounds of his pleasure, as he was grunting in excited passion before the final glorious creamy conclusion.

“You should have told me, Draco. Then we could have had a competition to see who could shoot the furthest.”

Draco’s heart missed a beat and he turned, creamy erection still in hand, to see Harry staring at him. He sported morning wood, too.

“Ah well … Honour’s even now …” Harry’s emerald eyes glittered: “You saw me last night and I’ve seen you this morning. It’ll go off when I have a piss.” With that Harry turned and applied himself to the lavatory pan.

Draco almost offered to help him, but went instead to the washbasin to commence cleaning his teeth.

Harry showered, shaved and cleaned his teeth, by that time Draco had finished brushing his hair.

“Shirt, trousers and gown, please Draco.”

“What about shoes and my underwear?”

“Those too – do you really need me to be so specific – Mum Molly always says ‘Have you got a clean handkerchief and I hope your socks have no holes?’”

“Okay, I get the drift. T’was just the outline idea, thanks. Maybe I was being pedantic because of you catching me earlier; sorry.”

“No need to be. As you said: ‘it’s perfectly natural’.”

Draco followed Harry down to the breakfast room wondering if Harry had meant anything special about ‘perfectly’ and getting thrills from certain of his musings.

The Wizengamot meeting was fairly boring, although Harry and Draco held a few whispered conversations before voting. In Diagon Alley Draco perked up a bit, as Harry had allowed him to visit Crusher, Mixxet and Feedum in Fizzic Alley to buy various potions ingredients and a couple of potions books.

At lunchtime they inhabited a group of tables in Fortescues. There were a number of their friends there and, by mutual consent, Draco chatted to Theodore and his friend on one table whilst Harry sat with the Gryffindors and their hangers-on on the table next door.

“Well Draco,” asked Theodore, “Has he done it yet? What was it like? Is it puny or enormous?”

Draco coloured up and mumbled.

“It’s unlike you to be so hesitant, could it be that you actually like him?”

“What are you talking about?” asked the Hufflepuff.

“It’s the vassal’s duty to service his lord, didn’t you know.”

“Is this one of your pure-blood traditions? If so, I was Muggle-born and am ignorant of such things.”

“It’s all right, don’t get in a huff. Vassalage and Chastisement Orders are not all that common so I went to look it up.”

“What exactly does servicing mean, Theo?” The Hufflepuff was obviously full of prurient curiosity.

“Seeing to his every need, in essence. Making yourself available to satisfy his every whim. There’re definitely sexual overtones in the wording. In ancient times the lord would sexually assault the vassal in public as well as beating him.”

“Oh … I see … Well Draco … Spill the beans?” The Hufflepuff’s eyes lit up.

“Hmm … It’s the longest one I’ve ever seen … Hmm … He could easily win our dorm competition … Hmm …”

“Okay … I get the drift … Not had it inside you yet … Savouring the day when it happens … Eh?” said Theo and giggled. Then his demeanour altered: “Don’t tell me that the Slytherin sex-god is smitten? That Milord Iceberg is actually melting.”

Draco glared at Theodore, adopting his most potent lie-down-and-die stare.

Theodore stared back with a wicked smile on his face. “I’m used to that look Draco, it no longer terrifies me. Just wait until I tell the others.”

“Please Theo, don’t tell them. Hold back for a couple of weeks, give me time to seduce him, at least. Come to think of it … Your parents never got to hear about this liaison you have with matey next door, did they?”

The Hufflepuff looked alarmed and Draco caught it out of the corner of his eye: “Perhaps your parents still live in ignorance too?”

“Okay Draco, you win as usual. Our silence for your silence; at least until the Prophet tells us about the sordid details.”

Some more Slytherins hove into sight. Theodore excused himself not wishing to lay himself open to any more innuendo and blackmail. The second lot were more intent in congratulating Draco on his rescue from prison than indulging in probing questions.

Fortescue allowed Harry to use his floo to the Manor’s nursing home.

Harry had chatted to Kingsley and the duty Auror was most amenable. He understood immediately about the necessity not to disturb the patients; so Draco and Narcissa sat in a small alcove off the reception area chatting quietly and being discretely supervised, whilst Harry did the rounds of the wards.

It was past dinner time when a hollow-eyed Harry emerged to floo back to Grimmauld Place – Draco wanted to hug him better.