Birthday Celebrations

In the morning, Sempra was a little surprised to find both of his masters in the same bed and made anxious enquiries about Harry’s health.

D: “We think you will have to get used to us sleeping in one bed Sempra …”

H: “… We’ve found that we enjoy it very much.”

The pair’s eye sparkled when they looked at each other.

S: “Yes Masters. Am I your house-elf now?”

H: We’d better make it official.

D: Yes; then he can’t be forced to tell anyone else.

H; “Yes Sempra, you are ... Although it’s only a tent at the moment.”

D: “Thank you Masters. I know I have to start somewhere and I think you’ll both have bigger establishments later on. My Mum says that she will serve brunch in a quarter of an hour.”

D: Brunch what’s brunch?

H: It’s a Muggle invention combining a late breakfast with an early lunch.

D: I should have guessed from the name. Draco shrugged his shoulders self depreciatingly.

The partners showered together as there were no secrets left to be shy about anymore. In fact the shower took longer as some further exploration took place; then they dried each other before getting dressed. Sempra watched what was happening, blushed and drew his own conclusions. He was very happy for them, but wondered what the rest of the magical community would think.

H: We’re going to have to tell the family.

D: No way! Neither my father nor my mother would understand.

H; No … I mean the family here.

D: Oh yes … I see … That’s different.

H: It’s going to be difficult to keep it a secret from some others too.

D: I don’t fancy climbing the Astronomical Tower and shouting it out.

H: Nor me, but we will have the officers seeing us sharing a room for a start.

D: Let’s just take it a step at a time, eh?

The Partners entered the dining room, eyes sparkling and arm in arm. Ron looked up briefly from his piled-up plate, waved and then went back to eating. Hermione studied them carefully, indicating she had seen the linked arms, and raising her eyebrows in question.

Severus was more perspicacious. “Ah, I see! I thought that was happening. I look forward to an even stronger magical partnership.”

Hermione cottoned on quickly. “Harry and Draco, I am so happy for you. It will be difficult but we’ll support you, no problem.”

Ron looked up. “What? Why are you all smiling?”

“Harry and Draco are true partners now.”

“Yes I know they are. I witnessed the ceremony when you joined them together.”

“They’re sharing a bed.”

“Yes, it helped Harry get better quicker … Oh ... Sharing a bed ... Oh … Err … Well … Err … Congratulations you two. Ginny’s going to be a bit miffed though. Oh well she’s got over other crushes too… Ooh, I say ... Does that mean they’ll be even stronger magically, Uncle?”

“Yes Ronald. There have been other such partnerships, and they were quite strong. However Draco’s and Harry’s bloodlines stretch a long way back via their fathers.”

D: See! I knew that bloodlines mattered.

H: Two will come to the end with us.

D: The way Father has behaved; maybe it’s a good thing.

“That’s good; they’ll be strong enough together to defeat that certain enemy. Where are we going to find the next Horcrux then?”

“Maybe we should build up our strength somewhat, Ronald. You’re still eating enough for two.”

D: “That’s no indicator, Uncle. He always eats enough for two.”

H: “Thank you all for taking it so well. We presume you do not want an official announcement then?”

“Harry, you sound just like Draco … Then again Draco’s behaving like you,” Hermione observed.

“Shows we’ll make a good partnership then, doesn’t it Lover?” Draco gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek.

Harry had no answer to that, so the partners sat down, and commenced to eat enough for three healthy appetites.

During a lull in the masticating.

“Uncle?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“How long before we go for the next Horcrux?”

“You all need at least three days to recover, during that time we ought to practice more of the making and braking spells for wards, we only encountered a quarter of the known ones round that ruined house.”

“But Uncle! We have to have them all done by the beginning of the new term.”

“Draco, you’re becoming as impatient as Harry. Look at your partner …”

“He’s so sexy …”

“No; look at his state of health. He looks as though he had no sleep last night.”

The partners turned bright red and looked sheepish, Ron and Hermione giggled.

Draco looked up sharply. “Well you two don’t look any better. What were you pair doing last night?”

“Judging by the noise coming from your room, we were being sedate.”

“So Ronald! You admit you were doing things last night.”

“Shut up Malfoy!” Ron was growing angry.

“All right children. You’re entitled to have some fun after the happenings of the previous day, but don’t let it get too much out of hand. We think we know of at least three more and then there’s the last one, about which we know little.”

“Uncle?”

“Yes Hermione?”

“If he split his soul into the magical seven, then there will be only six Horcruxes, for the seventh part must be still in him, surely?”

“You have a good point there, young lady. Maybe we’ve overlooked that possibility. Let’s not get too stuck on the number seven, though. He may have made more.”

“Oh no! We’ll be hunting for ever at that rate.”

“I think not Ronald, each Horcrux made weakens him. Each one destroyed makes it harder for him to come back.”

“So; if we don’t get all of them I’ll have to fight him again and again?”

“Yes Harry, however it will be easier to beat him too. Many of his would be adherents are already having second thoughts just like your partner.”

“Don’t forget Lover Boy. Your powers have been enhanced by mine now. Even if you have to go it alone. You have your own special team backing you up, not like in the graveyard.”

“Thanks! Which one are we attempting next?”

“Let’s leave the snake until last. Killing it will definitely get his attention and may probably bring about the last battle.”

“OK. That leaves the locket and Helga Hufflepuff’s Cup.”

“Wait a minute. I think I heard Father say something about a cup belonging to another house. If it’s the one we want it’ll be in his trophy cabinet most likely. It’s crammed full of cups, shields and plaques. There’s so many, none of us could keep track of them.”

“Right, so that’s the one to go after next. We can rescue your Mother at the same time.”

“Ooh yes please! But where can we put her?”

“Are you sure she will want to be rescued Draco? You might find we have to fight her you know.”

“Yes I realise that, Uncle. It’s hard, but at least I’ll know where I stand. If she abandons me then I suppose I’ll have to abandon her.” Draco had tears in his eyes, so Harry hugged him tight.

H: I hope it’s not me that has to fight her, Draco. I’d not want to hurt you like that.

D: If it comes to that, I won’t think of her as my mother, just an ugly old witch.

H: Yes, but, I don’t think I could kill a woman either.

D: If she’s snapping hexes at us left right and centre you won’t think about it; neither would I.

H: I’m still not sure I could.

D: If it were Aunt Bellatrix, I’d have no compunction, Dirtitrix ought to be her name.

H: My Aunt was fairly nasty too. I wasn’t allowed to play at all.

D: Auntie B used to play with me in the nursery.

H: That was nice! I wish mine had played games with me.

D: Not games, Moron. Play with me physically, you know, down there.

H: Oh Draco … How terrible … She’s a horror. With that in mind, maybe I could.

Giving Harry a quick thank you nuzzle, Draco recovered. “Please! I know it will be difficult, but I have already cut myself off from my Father. That reminds me; please will you give me Sempra as my personal-elf? As you already know, Uncle, he is eager to serve me.”

“On one condition, Draco.”

“What’s that?”

“That you do not mistreat him in any way. I have seen the cowering house-elves at Malfoy Manner, and I’ll have none of mine being terrorised in that way.”

“I don’t think Harry would let me, even if I wanted to. I’m quite sure I’d have Hermione on my back too … Joking apart, I’ve experienced the difference, and the joyful service, so I wouldn’t mistreat any elf now. What are you going to teach us today Uncle?”

“I thought a day of rest would be in order. Maybe some recreational flying, Wizard Chess, lolling about or reading perhaps.”

“Reading; ooh yes! Harry and Draco; that book about pairing ceremonies has a couple of revealing chapters in it, about the mechanics of how couples can enhance their magical powers through combining in sex. It has illustrations and was somewhat embarrassing, but it gave Ron and I some ideas. We were trying to read it last night, in between the groans and gasps from next door.”

Two red giggling faces. “S-S-SORRY H-H-HERMIONE!”

“There’s a chapter about same sex couples,” Hermione continued with an impish smile. “We went to sleep before we read that.” She handed the book to Draco.

Ron did an open-mouthed double-take between his girlfriend and the pair.

Draco looked at Severus and blushed bright red, stammering his thanks to Hermione.

H: That’s my style of reaction, you’re usually too cool.

D: I glanced through it on my first night here, Uncle thought I was reading about Quidditch.

H: So it’s a brown paper wrapper job then?

D: Nearly, almost that way. Look!

Draco had found a particularly graphic illustration, showing it to Harry.

H: Ooh … Err … Is that real?’ Then Harry blushed.

D: You look highly desirable when you blush, a ripe plum ready for my pudding.

H: Then you must be the cream on the dessert.

D: So you want to start making cream again, so soon?

H: Close the book. I’m already getting in the mood.

D: Yes I can see you are. It’s all right the others can’t see the bulge.

H: Well let’s go and do something about it, then.

Draco gave one of his characteristic smirks. “My partner has decided that we ought to go and study the book. He’s rather enamoured with the pictures it contains.” Draco quickly stood up and evaded Harry’s playful thumps.

“I’ll get you for that, Dragon Eyes.” Harry raced off in pursuit of his mate.

“Well now! I have some potions to make.” Severus stood and made his way into the garden.

Hermione looked towards the Library, but Ron grabbed her hand. “It’s lovely outside, let’s go and look at some of Uncle’s herbs.”

“That’s a new line of study for you Loved One?”

“No it isn’t. It’s somewhere beautiful where I can admire your beauty.”

“Why Ronald Weasley, you’re turning all poetic on me.” Hermione followed, pretending to be bashful.

§§§§§§

In their room the partners pored over the book, slowly shucking their layers of clothing. There were some more graphic illustrations which heightened their already receptive libido. Having enjoyed relieving each other’s tensions in another simultaneous cataclysmic coition, they settled down to study that particular chapter in greater detail.

“This happens in degrees, look; here, and here, and here.”

“That’s what we did last night and just now. Let’s try this tonight and see how we like it.”

“OK! If that’s a goer then we’ll move on to this. What do you think?”

“Let’s take it slowly, there’s fun in anticipating. You know like a gobstopper.”

“I hope you’re not referring to my delicate appurtenance by that gross name, Potter?”

“I keep forgetting, you’re so pure and unsullied by the Muggle world, Malfoy. A gobstopper is a many layered sweet, as you suck it different coloured layers and flavours are revealed. Come to think of it, some of them start about the size of your knob, and that’s a nice dark red colour too.

“Well now. We’ll have to see whether we can reveal different flavours later on. I hope the tastes are not like some of Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans.”

“Perhaps we’ll find some new flavours?”

“This looks like the culmination position.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”

“Mmm! Me too, they recommend fingers first, look.”

“Oh yes. It says here that the final act is the one that enhances the magical powers. So we’ll have to do it sometime before meeting you-know-who.”

“What’s this about retaining seed?”

“It says it helps with mental communication over longer distances.”

“You know lover, we haven’t tried our mental communication apart yet. Our private chats have always been when we’re close.”

“OK! After lunch we’ll go out and fly around, trying to communicate mentally, there’s plenty of room under Uncle’s wards. Think, if we were Chasers, we could tell each other where to be to receive the Quaffle.”

“Yeah! And warn each other about the Bludger or aggressive looking opponents. But we’re both Seekers.”

“No Problem! The one who is watching could be on the highest stand; looking and telling the other when he sees the Snitch and guiding him to it. Our Seeker could be all nonchalant and fool the other side’s Seeker completely.”

“That’d be cheating, Draco.”

“It’d be fun though.” Both of them chuckled.

Draco continued, “Bet we could get Weasley all riled up when we have a practice game. Once we had the Quaffle he wouldn’t get a look in.”

“No, please don’t Lover; he flies off the handle too easily. I might just be able to trick him in fun, but he’ll react hostile if you did it.”

“Point taken Hairy, I’ll try and contain my Slytherin instincts. Let’s learn a few of these charms, especially the communication ones. You learn the actions I’ll get the words; then we can coach each other, like last time.”

“Ooh yes! All touchy feely, I liked that.”

“Down, boy; down!”

“Spoilsport!”

The duo had a short wrestling match, with one or two gropes; then looked at each other and made a mutual pact of good behaviour.

“There’s the charm we want.”

“Where? ... Ooh yes! Only to be attempted by the most gifted wizards.”

“Well! Our bloodlines are good. It means I can lend you three-quarters of my strength when you fight, that demon.”

“But if I get killed you’ll die also.”

“If you get killed; my life won’t be worth much anyway. Neither would anyone else’s with that monster in charge. Besides, without you, my life would be meaningless, Harry.”

“Oh Draco! I feel the same.” Harry looked at his soul mate with tears in his eyes. Damp eyed the duo collapsed onto the bed, hugging and stroking each other’s hair.

The bittersweet reverie lasted until Sempra appeared. “Masters, it’s time for lunch!”

Dreaming partners wandered in to lunch, arms over each other’s shoulders following Sempra. Coming in from the garden; Hermione’s head rested on Ron’s shoulder, he had his protective arm over her shoulder, too. Severus was the last in, being fussed over by Gudrun, and smiling at his house-elf’s chivvying. Not sandwiches this time but a filling, heavily aromatic vegetable soup, plus chunks of fresh baked bread. Forest fruit tart followed.

“Everything homemade and home-grown,” Chetrum announced proudly.

The partners told Uncle about the proposed experiment, and asked obliquely about carrying seed.

Severus seemed a little flustered about the answer. “You see those silver birches in the estate hedge. Well Albus and I had a competition some time ago about how far we could make things move. Not only with our wands, but physically throwing them, and including archery. Every twenty yards has a silver birch tree; perhaps that will aid you in your experiment.”

“But Uncle,” Draco smirked mischievously, “You haven’t told us about the last part of the answer.”

Severus was not to be drawn. “Surely, two healthy young men like yourselves, can work that one out between you. You can’t be a very good Slytherin, Draco, if you cannot devise something suitable.” Uncle’s enigmatic smile closed that line of enquiry down.

Draco grinned at Harry, eliciting a chuckle in return.

Their first communication experiment was with both of them on the ground; they found that a hundred yards was the maximum of separation. The invisibility cloak cut this down to sixty, or thereabouts. That distance applied to the incognito bubble as well. If both of them were visible and one of them airborne it added twenty yards. When both young men were flying around it made a maximum of a further twenty yards.

Round the tea table Draco licked his lips lasciviously. “Partner dear?”

“Yes Draco?”

“I’ve worked out how we can carry seed.”

“By your expression, it looks as though we’d have to renege on our agreement. Wait until after dinner, like we said.”

“Oh! You’re no fun to be with.” The silver eyes danced merrily.

“Right then! Ron, would you like some practice with the Quaffle?” Green eyes twinkled back.

“OK Mate, are you joining us Draco!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You two are planning something, aren’t you?”

“Who us? Hermione?”

“Whatever it is, don’t hurt my boyfriend, you two,” she said, looking suspicious.

“We wouldn’t dream of it. Would we, Harry?” Draco’s angelic smile had that slight tinge of mischief in it.

§§§§§§

The orchard had goal hoops at one end so they flew round and passed the ball a few times. Harry and Draco used their powers occasionally and found they could easily outwit another player. However, in the pursuit of fairness, each of the partners became piggy-in-the-middle also, ensuring Ron’s enjoyment as well. Then Ron wanted some goalkeeping practice. Draco warned him that the partners were going to try to out-psych him using their communicative powers. Ron thought it was a good idea, as quite often players passed the Quaffle around at the last minute in order to try and outwit the goalie. Ron’s reflexes had a good outing that afternoon, about half of the pair’s moves proved effective in securing a ring. Ron looked hot and flustered when he finished.

When three exhausted young men landed Hermione looked daggers at the partners.

“Hermione love, they used their powers. Draco was fair and warned me when they were using them. I reckon I’ve developed reflexes that weren’t there before, it was great; honest!”

“Are you quite sure, My Love?”

Ron gave her cheek a quick peck and nodded affirmatively.

Hermione could no longer maintain her scowl after that. “Come on Ron, I’ll give you a massage. Sempra’s been teaching me.”

Ron’s eyes lit up and he ran into the tent casting off his practice gear. Draco chuckled and indicated to Hermione that he would tidy up. “C’mon Lover Boy; lets share a bath, then when Sempra’s finished supervising Hermione one of us can have a massage whilst the other watches.”

“Err; that might be dangerous, Brother mine; for you or I might become rampant at the wrong time.”

The bath was waiting for them with Dobby in attendance.

“Master Harry, how nice to see you. Sempra’s been teaching me about becoming a personal-elf and about massaging too. He said I had to make you both comfortable in the bath and then in half an hour we’ll have you both on the table. Beldam Chetrum made a spell to widen it for you.”

“Thank you Dobby. This is Master Draco my soul mate.”

“Master Draco. I was very worried about meeting you, but Sempra says you are different now. Is that true?”

“I think you were very courageous in asking that question. What might have happened if I hadn’t changed?”

“Master Harry would have defended me. Wouldn’t you Master Harry?”

Harry had a ‘Draco feeling’ and nearly said no; then he realised that although Sempra might be strong enough to joke with, Dobby would probably go and bang his head on something hard.

“Yes Dobby I would have, but there is nothing to fear. However I think Master Draco and I would like to be alone until massage time. If you’ll lend me the sponge, we’ll enjoy sponging each other.”

“Yes Master Harry. Sempra said you probably would.”

“You listen to Sempra; he’s a very good elf teacher.”

“Yes Master Draco.” ‘Pop.’ Dobby disappeared holding both sets of dirty Quidditch practice clothes.

The duo giggled as Draco did a quick Dobby mime, only to have a wet sponge in the face from Harry. From then on the bath wasn’t restful; it was more like a rainstorm, because a water fight got underway. Fully half the water ended outside the tub with the resultant bubble mountain hiding both contestants from the two elves when they returned.

When Draco and Harry emerged from their heap of bubbles, Sempra was holding out two wands. “Perhaps our two Masters would like to clear up the mess they’ve made.” There was a slightly disapproving smirk on Sempra’s face.

Draco took one look at the elf and another at Harry and collapsed in laughter. Harry took his wand and banished the spilt water. The bubbles proved more difficult as Harry giggled when making the charm. The bubbles turned into small balloons and rose to the ceiling jiggling around like inverted frogspawn; from then on each individual bubble had to be burst. The pair spent an hilarious half hour aiming at each miniature balloon and being splashed with soapy water. Sempra and Dobby joined in, throwing sponges and pieces of soap. Once the bubbles had been banished a second spell cleared the floor again. The two wizards had a quick shower, dressed and went to dinner, telling Sempra and Dobby to have a shower afterwards as they were covered in the same slimy bubble mixture.

H: We missed our massage Draco.

D: Well; we could have it a little later in preparation for our marathon.

H: So you think! But we do need some sleep too. Anyway it’s not a marathon.

D: It is with you, Potter. You're insatiable.

H: It wasn’t me who wanted to abrogate our agreement earlier, Malfoy.

By this time they were in the cottage’s dining room. During the starters, Draco regaled the company with a highly embroidered tale about the bathroom, having everyone in hysterics – including Uncle.

Dobby and Sempra appeared to serve the main course. Dobby was looking crestfallen so Harry asked him what was wrong.

“Oh Master. Dobby practiced all day for your massage and I couldn’t do it.”

With visions of Dobby banging his head on the bath tub Harry replied, “Don’t worry Dobby. Both Masters will want a massage later before we go to bed.”

Dobby’s face lit up, and he jiggled around in glee, nearly slopping the gravy on Draco’s knee. “Oops! Sorry Master Draco. We’ve got a surprise for you. Mistress Chetrum has made a special, Mmm…...”

Sempra put his hand over Dobby’s mouth. “It’s a special surprise Masters, for later.” Then he gave a conspiratorial wink.

Draco looked a little cross, so Harry nudged him.

H: Draco; don’t spoil it for them. I’m sure it’s harmless.

D: Maybe, but I know what harm these little imps can do.

H: Maybe at Malfoy Manor, but not here. Remember, they’re different at Uncle’s.

D: Okay. Okay. I get the drift. I’ll grin and bear it.

After dinner Draco and Ron had a game of Wizard Chess. Hermione went to talk to the house-elves about clothes, Uncle and Harry went into the den.

“Harry, I was thinking about what we talked about in the lab. What you need is a chart showing the different ingredients on the top, and their uses down the side. Then you fill in a box with the quantity for the one-person potion in the box where they intersect. Here let me show you.” Uncle Severus conjured up a large sheet of parchment and caused vertical and horizontal lines to be drawn on it.

‘Very much like using Excel on the Muggle computer in Dudley’s room,’ Harry thought.

Soon master and student were heads down and oblivious; filling in the chart.

Hermione came back looking disappointed. “They don’t seem to want to understand,” she muttered to Ron as he lost to Draco.

“Never mind Love, you’ve sown the seeds to get them thinking about it.” Ron kissed his lady-love. “I’m still one up, Malfoy!”

“On your present form, I’ll be ahead in two days time, Weasley. It was your king’s knight that let you down.”

“Yes I know. Goodnight friend Draco. Enjoy yourselves tonight; try not to shout too much, some of us like restful sleep.”

Draco put his arm round Ron’s shoulders for a quick squeeze. “Thanks for the game Mate; it was a close run thing. We’ll put up a silencing charm, Okay?”

Ron smiled at Draco, patted his shoulder and wandered off across the lawn. The Partners bid goodnight to Uncle and followed the other pair into the tent.

H: I suppose it’s my bed tonight, as it was yours last night.

D: Don’t disappoint Dobby, he wants to massage you.

H: I nearly did. I’m looking forward to our experiments tonight.

D: I’m not an exhibit in the potions lab you know.

H: Come off it Draco, I can feel your eagerness. Remember we can’t fool each other anymore.

D: I know, I know … My … You are worked up, aren’t you?

H: It’d be much easier if we used one room all the time, you know.

D: I’m neat and you’re messy. It wouldn’t work.

H: Who scattered his clothes all over the floor, last night?

D: Well; there was this rather dishy guy I wanted to get my hands on …

By this time both of them were in the bathroom, stripped and lying side by side on the widened massage table.

“Masters,” Sempra started hesitantly. “It would make things easier if you had one room, as Dobby and I have to move all your things each day.”

“We were thinking the same thing Sempra.” Draco replied magnanimously. “May I move into your’s, please Harry.”

Harry gave a suggestive wiggle to his eyebrows. “Any time Lover Boy,” he husked.

Satisfied with Harry’s and Draco’s decision, Dobby and Sempra started work kneading their Masters’ muscles and relaxing them into a pleasant daydream. The pair were turned over for the frontal.

“This isn’t your normal oil, Sempra?”

“No Master Draco, it’s called ‘Rose Seduction’, we thought it might help your fun later on.”

“So that’s the surprise. Very thoughtful of both of you. Thank you very much.”

“No Masters, not all of it. My Mum gave us something extra special too. Please forgive us while we finish you off.”

Harry and Draco gasped as their personal-elves became very personal indeed; although the feeling was quite erotic.

“Master Harry, please forgive,” Dobby whispered: “Don’t look or touch for five minutes, then the surprise will be ready.”

Harry was enjoying the sensations ‘down below’ and he could feel Draco doing the same, and the massage had left them feeling contentedly languid. That didn’t last long. As Chetrum’s potions worked their wonders; the boys started to feel very horny indeed. The ‘Rose Seduction’ was working, but there was a curious odour of aniseed mixed in with it too.

Harry looked at Draco’s nether regions and started chuckling. “Um … Draco? You remember me telling you about gobstoppers.”

“Yes Harry … Oh no … I’ll kill them!”

“No you won’t. You’ll suck the lollipops and taste the flavours. That’s what we were planning to do anyway, wasn’t it?”

“Yes but, my knob’s a shocking pink … So’s yours!”

Harry giggled. “Yours tastes of strawberry, what about mine.”

Draco ran his tongue over Harry’s. “Raspberry I think.”

An enthusiastic sixty-nine started, with occasional exclamations about a change of taste and colour. But the best bit was the continuous enjoyment of the sensations caused by his partner’s lips and tongue.

After their first fruity fruition, the duo moved into the bedroom. Then came a pause for lingering kisses. Next, the partners discovered that there was still enough flavour for a second go, which, as before, the pair elongated into golden gloriousness. After the second session one of them turned, neither remembered which, so they could sleep blissfully in each other’s arms. They smiled at each other and snuggled deep, offering comfort their partner.