Terrorism Repaid

Harry watched covertly as Draco seated himself at the Slytherin table, keeping his distance whilst he read his father’s letter.

“How did the detention go, Harry?” Ronald interrupted Harry’s surveillance, “Was he as snarky as usual?”

“Not at all. I’m still getting used to it, Ron. He had me alter the hex, yes; but it still works on our pet Slyth, but without the cage. Malfoy’s most put out. Severus had me make him give a full demonstration, spunk and quiver and all.”

“Go on. I don’t believe you. Not Snarky Snape.”

“It seems my dad and he used to play much the same sort of tricks on each other, when they were students. He says the hex is suitable for my NEWTS thesis in DADA; once I’ve cleaned it up a bit. I think he thought I had no brains, or something. He says my dad’s nickname of prongs came from a cock hex Severus did on Dad.”

Ronald giggled: “We know you have a brain; it’s just that you’re not a show-off like the Ferret is. Can I have a play with the silver prong?”

“Not just at the moment, Ron. Malfoy’s likely to collapse. I want to give him some respite. Part of the fun is the fact that he never knows when we’ll wank him. It keeps him on edge.”

“And hard! Look out; he’s coming over. --- Hello, Ferret; how’s the bulge?”

“Is that Potter’s pet pervert speaking? Still panting after my cock in envy, Weasel?”

“Now look here, Malfoy …”

“Ron calm down … You can get him later … Where it’s private … What do you want, Dragon?”

“I’ll twist his privates ...”

“Ron … sh-h-h-h-h!”

“I’ve had some bad news … Hmm … I’d like to talk to you in private, if at all possible, please?”

“I don’t trust him, Harry …”

“Ron, do shut up. You know the hex won’t let him use his wand against me and his two bodyguards have only just started stuffing their faces over there; that gives us at least half an hour … Okay Malfoy, shall we go to our room? Ron, just keep an eye on those two, please.”

Ron nodded his acceptance, and stuffed some more trifle into his mouth angrily. Harry and Draco left the hall.

“Potter, I think your sidekick is as bad as my two when it comes to devouring victuals.”

Harry looked at Draco, to see him grinning happily: “Yes, it can get quite off-putting sometimes,” and grinned back.

Once inside the room Draco looked serious, fishing around inside his jeans. Harry had a premonition, just as he had had with Hermione.

“Draco, there’s no need to strip.”

“Did you just call me by my given name?” Something inside Draco gave a small leap of joy.

“Yes, Draco, I did. It seems appropriate now. Okay spill the beans, what’s worrying you?”

Harry noticed a tear in Draco’s eye as he mutely handed over his father’s letter and grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket to blow his nose.

“Are you sure? Isn’t this private?”

“Please Harry, just read it.”

Harry had a hard time deciphering the curly script. Five minutes of concentration had him looking up: “So you’re to go home next weekend. What’s this about taking your preliminary vows? Don’t you want to?”

“It’s not that I have any choice, is it? The Dark Lord will fuck me and I’ll be his vassal for life.”

Harry remembered something that Severus had said: “Um … Draco … what would happen if you were made someone else’s vassal first, someone with only your good in mind? Like your Godfather, for instance.”

“Don’t fancy that either,” Draco pulled a face: “But I dare say I could bear it. First fucks always have a wizard’s main allegiance, at least if the Liege Spell is used at the same time. Hmm … I don’t think the Dark Lord would have as much hold over me. Couldn’t you do it? I think I’d enjoy that the best.”

“Really?”

“Hmm … part of the original abduction was because I thought I fancied you. And now … well now, I know I do. I’ve been extra widening the plug for a week or more, a little bit more than it was set to do, because I so wanted to feel you inside me. Oh dear … Explaining that to the Dark Lord will cause nasty complications too.”

“Not if you flatter him and tell him you were preparing yourself in order to give him the greatest pleasure.”

“Hmm … It might work … Oh dear …” Draco suppressed a sob.

Harry’s sympathy was roused, he sat on the bed and put his arms round Draco, companionably. Draco tensed, and then relaxed, using Harry’s chest to sob into. Harry patted Draco’s back until the fit passed.

With red rimmed eyes Draco sat up: “Potter, why did you do that?”

“I was ‘Harry’ a few minutes ago, Draco, and I liked it. Like I said before, it seemed appropriate. I sort of seem to know when someone wants to be serious. How about we go and share this problem with your uncle? I have the beginnings of an idea that might help. It’ll be embarrassing for both of us, but we’ve both been through worse already.”

Sniff – “I really believe you want to help me – Merlin knows why after the way I’ve been behaving towards you.”

“Perhaps that’s the difference between a Gryff and a Slyth,” Harry replied lightly: “Now … Are we going to see Severus?”

“Okay … but I bet he says it serves me right and he’ll heal me afterwards.”

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“Enter --- Draco and Harry together … This must be serious … Come in boys. I’m afraid you’ll have to share the one chair.” Severus pointed his wand at the piece of furniture and it expanded into a small sofa. “Is it about Lucius’s letter?”

“YES, SIR.” They answered simultaneously.

“Well …?”

“You tell him please, Harry … I’m not sure I can.” Draco fished out his damp hanky and blew his nose again.

Severus noted Draco’s use of Harry’s given name, but said nothing.

“To put it bluntly, Sir; Draco has to go home next weekend and be fucked by Voldie as part of his initiation and he’s very reluctant to do so.”

“Do you have an alternative in mind, Harry?”

“Um … sort of … You made a comment about me fucking him and binding him to the light and I wondered if that were a possible alternative.

“Well Draco … Would you want that?”

“Hmm … Yes Uncle.” Draco blushed bright scarlet and Harry felt his own libido give a twitch of pleasure.

“It has to be in front of witnesses you know.”

It was Harry’s turn to blush which Draco found was quite endearing. “Um … I sort of had a plan about that, for next Saturday. No doubt I could bring it forward to this Sunday afternoon. It was to be a continuation of Draco’s punishment, but now I think I want to ask him to do it voluntarily.”

At Draco’s and Severus’s insistence Harry explained what he had in mind. Severus chortled; Draco looked partly pleased and partly resigned to his fate.

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Harry found Hermione and Pansy in the library, just as he had expected.

“Um … Guys … Um … could you bring Saturday’s experiment forward to tomorrow afternoon please.”

“Is it important that we do, Harry?” asked Hermione.

“Yes very. I’m hoping to save someone from becoming a death-eater.”

“I wouldn’t be Draco, by any chance, would it, Potter?”

“Call me Harry, please Pansy; you are Hermione’s friend, after all. And yes it is. Will you help me, please?”

“I’ve played with yours a few times, P-Harry. I’d love to get my hands on his, but I’d settle for seeing our ice-prince in action.” Pansy licked her lips suggestively.

“Where’s this leading to, Harry?”

“Well, Hermione …” Harry went on to explain what he had in mind, including first fuck allegiances. Pansy was able to explain some of the finer points of magical tradition when Harry became stuck.

“… I’m not sure, Harry.” Hermione was blushing.

Pansy was down to earth: “Come off it Hermione, weren’t you telling me a couple of weeks ago about playing with Ron’s. This is no different and you’ll be helping to save another soul for the light. Remember what I said about magic and sex being interlinked; the more you practice one the more the other is enhanced. You and Ron have been feeding each other’s magic already, haven’t you?”

“Really Hermione?” Harry giggled and Hermione looked away in embarrassment.

“We only used our lips and tongues, you know.” Then Hermione became brazen: “It was great, better than great. I’d love to get my hands and lips on yours Mr Potter, just to get my own back for embarrassing me now. What’s Draco’s like?”

“Much the same as mine but with fair curls instead.” Harry adjusted his hard-on surreptitiously: “I’ve grown fatter and at least three inches longer than when you last saw it.” He decided to push his luck: “D’you want to feel it now?”

Hermione looked aghast, but when she heard Pansy unzip Harry, her hand was soon in place. It was Harry who was now embarrassed, as he tried not to squeak at the girls’ intimate explorations of his body. It was Hermione who whispered ‘Scourgify’ at the end of the session. Afterwards, the girls picked up their books, promised to be at the room on Sunday afternoon, gave Harry a kiss apiece and left him spaced-out, lolling in the library chair.

“No sleeping in here, Mr Potter. You do that in bed in your dormitory.” Madam Pince always had the knack of finding students who were not using books in her library.

“S-sorry Madam, I was thinking through a problem and needed some purposeful quiet; your library is most inductive to positive thinking.” Harry lied.

“Perhaps, Mr Potter; but my nose tells me something different. Now get going before I call the headmaster. First dancing and now sex … what next?”

Harry beat a hasty but careful retreat; going to the room to report back to Draco. When Harry got to the bit where Pansy had unzipped him, Draco lunged and had his lips round Harry’s tool before Harry could object, not that he wanted to any way.

“Draco, stop a minute; let’s get undressed first. Please.”

Draco pointed his wand at himself: “Exhabilio Me.”

“That’s a useful one: ‘Exhabilio Me’, who taught it you?” Harry was now naked.

“Uncle did a couple of days ago … Hmm … he used it on me when I was reluctant to show him the cage. Hey, are you stroking my simulacrum?”

“No, I’m stroking your cock, why?”

“How come I can feel it then?”

“There’s a way of disengaging it whilst it’s in the box. I did it whist you were crying on my shoulder.”

Draco bristled: “I wasn’t cry … Hmm … I s’pose I was … thanks.”

“It wasn’t appropriate then, just as it isn’t appropriate now. Can I suck your cock, too, please?”

“Hmm … Yes … I believe its called sixty-nine …”

“Oh … Why?”

“Head to tail both ways – think what the numbers look like – their shape – idiot.”

“I’ll show you who’s the idiot, Dragon.” Harry sucked hard on Draco’s glans.

Not to be out done, Draco reciprocated.

Nearly an hour and half a dozen ejaculations later two sated young men lay on the bed in their room. Suddenly their locking spell was undone and Uncle walked into the room.

“I do hope you haven’t pre-empted the linking, boys.”

“NO UNCLE,” came the simultaneous reply: “JUST SUCKING.”

“Good! --- Hey … did Harry just call me Uncle?”

“Yes, Uncle; you’re behaving now just as I imagine a real uncle should. Much better that that man at Privet Drive. Do you mind?”

“No I suppose not. It’s rather nice having Prongs’s son calling me so. We were close, even when we were deadly rivals. Very much like you and Draco. Mmm … I rather like it.”

Harry almost got up and hugged his new uncle, but felt he might just be pushing his luck too far. With a mischievous look, Draco licked Harry’s slit, causing the expected elongation. Severus clocked it and watched.

“Mmm … I think you outdo your father by about an inch Harry. You two seem to be evenly matched.”

Harry gave Draco a lick and then changed positions so that their pricks were next door to each other. He smiled cheekily at Severus: “Perhaps you’d like to gauge them and see, Uncle.”

“I might like to, Nephews, but in my book, an uncle does not behave in that way; even if yours does, Harry. Get dressed, put them away and talk seriously about tomorrow afternoon and what it means. As I see it Draco has three options open to him … …” The question and answer session lasted almost until dinner time. Harry emerged from the room to find Ronald hovering outside.

“Sorry Harry, I couldn’t stop Snape coming in,” he whispered.

“Not to worry, he’s such a different bloke than before, at least with me he is. I tried an experiment and called him Uncle; he was quite pleased with it, I think.”

“Go on! You’re pulling my leg!”

“No Ron. Honestly I’m not. I got one of my premonitions and acted on it.”

“They’re usually right, even if they’re eccentric in the extreme. What about the Ferret? What sort of tale did he tell you?”

“He’s in trouble, Uncle believes him too. So I’m going to help him out, if I can.”

“Leave me out of it, please. The way I feel about him at the moment I’d help him by hexing him to hell and back.”

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do, but you are my best friend, you know.”

“I’ll support you if I absolutely must, but you know how quick tempered I am around him. It was fun making him do as I wanted, but it’s a bit sick to continue it, isn’t it. Leave me out when you play with him next time. I’d probably forget myself and do him some permanent damage.”

“Okay, point taken. I’ll ask Hermione instead.”

“Erm … you’re not putting her in any danger, are you?”

“No Ron, I need a witness, that’s all. She can be mine and Pansy can be Draco’s, okay.”

“Pansy’s not that bad, she can be quite a giggle sometimes. Erm … That sounds okay … Yes I’m happy with that.”

Harry was relieved, he had not wanted to deceive Ronald, as the other two had suggested. He play punched Ronald on the shoulder and ran laughingly towards his dinner. Ronald pelted after him, also laughing.