The First Great Fan- An Epilogue

Chapter Seven: The Plan

They decided the best day would be Thursday after he left Myrtle’s bathroom, or when he was in Hogsmeade after.
Harry hadn’t told them about the summoner, just that he could get their prey to the house and it would be up to Hermione to get the specimen.
His guilt at using the spoon for something other than its intended purpose was not easily overcome and the intervening time was spent brooding and grating on the nerves of his friends.
Hermione stayed away, but Charlie endured, keeping him company in the Black house.
Sleep was a foreigner as his nights filled with dreams of Draco’s accusing eyes, glaring at him . . .always while the blond was naked and being held down and his genitals tortured in some way.
By Thursday morning, Harry was a complete zombie and Charlie was distant.
Hermione arrived at lunch, but as Harry had no appetite, he just sat at the table rolling a spoon between his fingers.
At one o’clock, the three moved up to the prepared bedroom and Harry looked completely dejected.
“C’mon, Harry.” Hermione said. “How are you gonna get him to come?”
Harry glared her way as Charlie sat on the end of the bed. Hermione was dressed in a sexy low-cut dress and her hair was bound tightly to her head. She had told him that she had a plan B if her personal seduction didn’t work, but he hadn’t wanted to hear it.
“Harry,” Charlie said, “We don’t have much time, Mate.”
Harry sighed and reached into his pocket
“Get ready, he might be a little angry, you know.” he told the burly red-head. He lifted the spoon and held it in front of him, picturing Draco as he had seen him at the Finnigan’s table, the honest desire to make amends in his eyes. “I need you, Malfoy.” he shouted.
The spoon glowed red and got warm in his hand and a breeze filled the room.
Charlie turned to look at Hermione as the wind centralized and a dust devil landed between them.
It got tighter and tighter until it coalesced and a person sprang from it.
Draco stood in the middle of the room looking confused. His hair was blown loosely around his face, but he stood tall and proud, his black denim jeans tightly fitting him and a navy blue turtleneck clinging to him.
Harry had a sudden realization that Draco had grown up to be a very healthy young man.
“And just what mortal peril are you in here? Afraid that your house elf is gonna revolt and stab you with a dinner fork?” Malfoy sneered looking around “That is only supposed to be used in emergencies, Potter. Not to complete a bridge game.”
“It is an emergency, Malfoy. Just not my life that’s in danger,” Harry said, turning away as Hermione pulled out her wand.

Charlie knelt near the head board, holding down the struggling blond’s arms and torso as Hermione crawled up between his spread legs.
Harry wanted to leave, to escape, but they had magicked the door not to open until they all agreed and the other two would have thought him a coward if he’d asked.
He did, however, keep his back to them as much as possible. He stood at the dresser glaring at the spoon as if it were the guilty party and not him.
Draco was silent, but Harry could feel his eyes boring through his shoulders without turning around. The only sounds in the room were the creak of the bedsprings and a horrible slurping noise that seemed abnormally loud to him.
It had been going on forever and seemed like it would never end.
After an hour, Hermione had gone behind the bed curtain and pulled out a bottle of Polyjuice potion. After inflicting a temporary sleep spell on Malfoy, she drank it. When she returned, she looked like a stranger and Charlie told him later that she had found a pretty muggle girl in a local town to emulate.
The noise resumed almost the second the sleep spell had been removed.
Harry was ready to scream, his head hurt and his eyes burned with accumulated tears that he refused to release.
His guilt was all-consuming as well as other feelings that included anger, resentment and a grudging respect for the way Draco held his own.
Just as he was about to explode he heard six words that shook his world.
“Have you figured it out yet?” Draco ground, smugly through his teeth.
Harry snapped around in shock.
Draco was glaring at the strange girl as she released his lax member from her lips.
“Stop,” Harry said, guiltily. “Stop, Hermione.”
The girl looked up and turned to him, “Harry!” she said but he cut her off.
“It’s not gonna work . . .stop!” he shouted.
Draco finally looked his way, the gray eyes softening slightly.
“Let him go, Charlie. It’s hopeless.” Harry added, to the redhead.
Hermione dropped to the floor at the end of the bed as Charlie let go and crawled to the side. Both looked dead tired and despondent.
Harry drew a long breath and pushed away from the desk.
“Go, get some tea. Let me talk to him. We should have from the beginning.” he said reaching for the door knob and waiting.
The others looked up, questions in their eyes, but Charlie nodded and stood. “He’s right. You did your best, now try it his way.” he said, reaching for the girl’s hand.
The two left through the door and Harry pushed it closed, his back to the blond and his shoulders slumped.
“Ron’s been kidnapped . . .Ginny, too. The Ransom is due tomorrow morning.” he said.
“And I fit into this?” Draco said from the bed.
“You are the ransom . . .well, part of you.” Harry answered.
Draco laughed and Harry turned.
The blond rose from the position he had kept after the others left. When on his feet, he crossed his arms and leaned on the bed post.
“Two Weasleys is the price of my semen? There must be a desperate lack of brains in this world. Obviously, you have researched. At least, Granger has.” he added.
“Ten spells. Mostly innocuous. One could actually produce a child without your personal participation . . .one is kinda creepy and dangerous. We reasoned they don’t plan That.” Harry agreed.
“So, someone wants to be a Malfoy mommy?” Draco asked dropping his arms and taking a step, “Well, you went about this all wrong. If you want my little swimmers, you have to use the right bait, Potter.”
By the time he had finished his little speech, Draco was standing up to Harry at the door. Harry swallowed hard, ready to take whatever revenge came his way.
Draco smiled evilly as he breeched the gap and pressed Harry to the door.
Harry had closed his eyes, but he didn’t need to see. He could feel the blond’s body against him, feel the warm breath at his temple and most importantly, feel that hot pulsing piece of flesh that pressed into his hip.
“How badly to you want to save them, Harry?” Draco whispered into his hair and Harry gasped as his own body responded.
Hands slid up his arms and around his back as Malfoy pressed harder then pulled back. Harry involuntarily bucked into the touch.
“Have you figured it out yet, Potter?” Draco repeated his question from before. “Are you ready to take my . . .?” but Draco’s words stopped as Harry reached up and pulled his mouth down to his own level and captured it with his lips.
Harry held none of his three wands at the time or he was sure they would have been jetting out residual sparks from the load behind his eyes and the floor had suddenly left his feet as he floated upwards.
Never had a kiss made him feel like this. Never had his body, mind and soul felt so right.
If anyone had ever told him that kissing Draco Malfoy would have finally completed him, Harry would have called them a fool, but here he was clinging to the blond like his life depended on the contact and, most importantly, Draco was clinging back.
The blond pushed away first, but it was Harry that spoke. “I think I’ve got it.” he admitted.
“Good. Bout time, too.” Draco said lifting him and turning them around.
Harry now had to look down into the intense gray stare as he was carried across the room. Draco lowered him to the floor beside the bed, pushing up under his t-shirt and stripping it from his body.
This act made it transparent that Harry was overdressed and he kicked off his shoes as the blond popped open the snap to his cargo pants. They hit the floor just as Draco’s mouth found his again and fingers found the elastic of his boxers, pushing them over his butt and releasing his stiff dick to the cool air.
“Ah,” he cried, pulling away as a hand wrapped tightly around it and stroked firmly. “Ah, shit. Feels so. . .so . .” he gasped trying to find words.
“Good?” Malfoy supplied pushing him back onto the already messed bedding.
Harry merely nodded frantically “Don’t stop!” he cried and Draco chuckled into his collar.
“Didn’t plan on it.” he said, sucking hard on the spot where neck met shoulder as he pumped the flesh in his hand.
“Harry, I don’t have a wand. This may hurt. No lube spell.” he gasped as he pushed his other hand between the dark haired wizard’s legs and found his goal.
Harry simply grumbled incoherently as his fingers pushed in and turned around, probing and stretching.
It burned as the dry flesh rubbed, but the hand working his length and the lips and teeth at his neck were sufficient distraction.
As he pushed in a second finger, Draco bit down on the damp flesh and Harry cried out. The blond smiled smugly against the abused spot before kissing it gently.
This way he worked Harry to a frenzy, never allowing him to reach his climax but keeping him on the brink.
Harry was pleading for more as Draco rose to his hands and knees, wrapping Harry’s legs around his hips and aligning himself.
He pushed in with one slow thrust, stopping when his balls felt the roundness of Harry ass.
The brunet was stiff, clinging as he scrunched his eyes closed in obvious pain, but the blond waited and the tension drained out of Harry’s muscles.
“If you don’t move, I’m gonna summon you out of your tub into King’s Cross next time.” Harry growled out and the blond chuckled.
“If you’re sure?” he asked as he pulled back and thrust forward.
White sparks filled Harry’s brain as Draco found the link to his pleasure. The blond struck again and again, never letting Harry down from the height of pleasure. His rhythm causing the headboard to slam into the wall over and over.
When a hand grabbed onto his bouncing dick, it was all that Harry needed and he screamed out the name of his long time rival.
Draco pumped out the last of Harry’s release with jerky movements as his eyes rolled back into his head and his hips thrust hard three times then stopped.
Harry watched as the blond peeled back his eyelids to stare directly into his soul. He felt suddenly naked and exposed and wanted to hide. Draco looked between them before he spoke. “How were you planning on containing your prize?” he asked and Harry pointed to a small vial on the night stand.
Draco reached his hand and lifted it, examining it for a second before popping open the cork and sliding it over Harry’s stomach. When he lifted it again, Harry saw that it was half filled with thick creamy liquid.
“How does it feel, Harry?” Draco asked handing him the bottle. “I need a shower. Then, we need to have a long talk.” he added as he climbed from the bed.
His pale grey eyes scanned the sprawled brunet before he smiled and left for the adjoining bathroom.. Harry heard the water running through the open door and the sound of the curtain rings as it moved to allow entrance.
He felt the intense guilt of what he had been prepared to do and it gave him a courage he hadn’t thought he possessed.
Harry reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out Draco’s old Hawthorne wand as he spread his legs farther apart. He waved the wand over the top of the vial, widening it till it was fluted at the top, like a funnel.
He held the top against his hole and aimed the wand, again.
“Accio Sperm.” he whispered firmly.
A warm rush passed his already sensitive flesh and when he pulled the vial away, it was filled with substance.
He shrunk the top back to its original size and fitted the cork snuggly.
As he listened to the water running, he dressed and left the room.
Now, whatever risk he was placing the blond in, he shared the fate.
He hurried downstairs where an owl sat on the kitchen table between Charlie and Hermione. It held a note in its beak and glared at the two.
“It’s for you, Harry.” Charlie said, pointing to the letter that was addressed to Harry.
He took it and read.
“When you have my payment, take it to the alley outside Borgin and Burks. There is a portkey waiting, come alone from there on.” and the note ended without any further instruction.
Harry looked up at the two, he handed it to Hermione.
They read it quickly before placing it on the table.
“Let’s go,” Harry said, walking out of the kitchen and heading up to the door. The others followed without question or conversation.
They reached the alley in five minutes and Harry looked around. There, on an old barrel, sat a seemingly innocent glass bottle. “I’ll bring them back,” Harry vowed as he reached for it.
The feeling of his body being pulled from behind his navel nearly made him wretch as he landed in a wooded area. It was too dark, but as he reached for his wand a voice stopped him.
“Do it and they die.” It was a girl’s voice and it dripped with evil. He dropped his hand and stood near a tree. “There is a bottle in that knothole. Verituserum. Drink three drops.” the girl ordered.
Harry felt along the trunk, the hole was there and the bottle was nestled inside. He opened it and let three drops fall onto his tongue. “Toss it here, so I can check it.”
He complied. “Okay, now. Do you have what I want?”
“Yes,” Harry said lifting out the vial from his pants pocket.
“And Draco Malfoy’s sperm is in there?” she added.
“Yes.” Harry answered shortly, straining to keep from adding anything else.
“How did you get it?” the girl asked and Harry balked. “How?” she persisted.
“I had sex with him.” he stated plainly.
The girl said nothing for a moment, then she growled. “Put it in the knothole and step away.”
“Where are Ron and Ginny?” he asked.
“Why, they are just behind you. They’ve been listening, you know? Now, put it in and step to your right.” the girl ordered and Harry pressed the bottle in the tree before walking away.
The darkness was too complete not to be a spell, especially since the woman or girl seemed to be able to see just fine.
He heard the rustle of leaves coming to the tree and another behind him. “Now, the portkey is just beside your right foot. When you feel them with you, touch it and leave.”
Two bodies were thrust against his back and they clung to him, tightly.
“Harry?” Ron asked from his left.
“Yeah. The portkey is a bottle by my foot. Let’s go.” he said, grabbing Ginny’s hand as he reached. In seconds, he was back in the light, back in the alley, between Ron and Ginny, looking at Charlie and Hermione and a very angry looking Draco Malfoy.


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