The Malfoy Trial

The late dinner was almost silent, only punctuated by pleases and thank-yous as something was passed.

Kreacher was used to Harry’s moods by now: “Let him brood for an hour or two, Draco,” he whispered: “Make sure Harry doesn’t drink too much, then lead him gently to bed. He’ll be as right as rain in the morning. You’ll see.”

Draco found a book on Muggle political history and dipped into it, all the while sitting near Harry on a shared sofa. Harry didn’t have more that three glasses of firewhisky, so there was no real need to curtail his input. Eventually, after staring at the fire for ages, Harry sighed and stood.

“Thanks for keeping me company, Draco. I always get depressed after visiting. I am slowly recovering from ‘If only I’d done this instead of that’ and blaming myself. Yes I know … Hermione’s told me many times … Most people wanted to help in the fight, I didn’t coerce them … But still …”

Draco patted Harry’s tense shoulder, as before.

“Not tonight Draco, I’m not feeling frolicsome enough. Let’s just go to bed and sleep.”

They wandered upstairs, shared a quick shower and fell asleep without any asides. Draco lay in bed thinking about his lord, trying to understand the depths of Harry’s empathetic feelings and opening up a new appreciation of his ex-rival’s character.

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Harry woke first and stared at Draco who was lying on his back under a thin sheet.

“No need to hide it Draco; I’m the same. Are we showering together? It’ll stop Kreacher nagging about the amount of coal he has to shovel into the furnace.”

Draco looked over and saw Harry’s stiffness. Draco’s ferrule flushed slightly as he uncovered it; and not just from the need to pee.

“I think mine’s a bit longer than yours,” Harry said ogling Draco’s bobbing robin.

“I doubt it, really!” Draco secretly chalked up some anticipatory campaign points: “Let’s measure them and see.”

“Not got a handy tape measure.”

“No need. Come over here … Stick it straight out … Put it parallel to mine … the one who hits the other’s curls first is longest.”

“See! I told you mine was the biggest.” Harry did not make to pull away immediately.

“It’s longest, definitely, but mine’s thicker. So for girth I’m the best. Look.” Draco placed his thumb and forefinger as a gauge on his own cock, held them stiff and moved the gauge to Harry’s hard-on, wobbling it slightly to show the difference.

“You cheated; you opened you fingers as you transferred.”

“No I didn’t; you try it.” Harry gauged his own intumescence and then tried to push the gap on to Draco’s. Draco’s knees almost gave way when Harry gripped him so intimately.

“Um … Okay … There must be a way of measuring the volume.” Harry removed his fingers, rubbing slightly before taking them away.

Draco added another mental point or two. “Archimedes!”

“What?”

“Immerse our cocks in a receptacle of water, they’ll displace the exact volume of whatever is placed in them, however odd shaped they are.”

“Are you saying my prick’s an odd shape?”

“No more than mine is. Just look at the ends. They’ve got a curved ridge here.” Draco demonstrated by running his finger round Harry’s glans edge, eliciting a slight shiver from its owner and scoring another point. “It would be very difficult to calculate its volume, wouldn’t it?”

“Stop that, or I’ll piss in your hand by mistake. I must go this minute.” Harry turned and ran to the lavatory, sighing in relief as his water shot forth.

Draco followed on: “Don’t push the flush, I have to go too.”

Draco took his place as Harry shook the droplets off his rapidly deflating member. As previously; Harry shaved whilst Draco showered, and then Draco’s hair brush took up the time of Harry’s showering.

“What’s on the timetable for today?” asked Draco as they were dressing.

“I have that report to write, the one that I promised the Wizengamot, and then there’re some cheques to be made out for those bills of two days ago. Then we go to the lodge, and spend all day there tomorrow.”

“So if I write out the cheques, you can do the report, I’ll get the owl envelopes sorted, all you need to do is sign the cheques. With luck we’ll be having coffee and biscuits in the conservatory.”

“You’re on, but breakfast first, eh?”

“Of course.”

Draco went first downstairs, swishing his loincloth and hoping Harry was seeing the exposed bits of flesh as they appeared. Harry stumbled after a particularly revealing swish, so Draco supposed that his lord’s eyes were on his behind. He thought that that was worth a couple of points at least.

Their plan didn’t quite work out as they expected, taking longer because of more estate owls arriving with extra parchments. However, they managed a lunch date in the conservatory prior to commencing in the garden. It was a blowy day with clouds racing overhead, but still quite warm.

“You know Draco; we never made those disillusionment wards, did we?” said Harry as they drank pumpkin juice at the end of the meal

“We went to the village, shopping instead. So is that what you want to do first?”

“Um … I think so. You’d better wear some old trousers of mine and a tatty shirt.”

“Do I have to?”

“You can go naked if you like. It might give some of our neighbouring farmers’ wives a thrill, or their cattle. Then again there are all those briars, thistles and nettles; perhaps you have certain masochistic tendencies.”

“Ooh … great!” Draco pretended to shiver in anticipation. “Okay, you win. Why the cast-offs?”

“It doesn’t matter then if we tear them or get them filthy. If they’re too far gone in the end we can throw them away. I’ll be wearing much the same, too. All your clothes are new and, although I know I could easily afford it, I’m loath to waste good cloth.”

“You sound just like my father. He went around in scruffs at the manor when there were no guests. It annoyed Mother no end.”

“I hope I don’t behave like him.”

“Fishing for compliments, Potter?”

“Um … What?”

“Forget it – just pulling your leg.”

“Right … C’mon lets get changed.”

Wands up their sleeves they walked along the boundary hedge as far as the cliffs.

“Where’s the rocky island?”

“You can’t see it from here.”

“How do you propose to fix the ward then?”

“Good point … Um … No one’s around. How about you Levicorpus me away from the cliff’s edge, so that I can see it?”

“Hmm … Harry … That’s one of the ones the collar won’t let me do to you. I suppose it’s so I don’t end it in mid air and drop you.”

“Oh dear!”

“You could do it to me, though.”

“Do you trust me that much?”

“My lord has a duty to care for his vassal, don’t forget.”

“Right … Levicorpus!”

“You could have waited until I said I was ready.” Draco was spinning round in mid air.

“Sorry!” Harry caught Draco’s foot and steadied him. Using the point of his wand Harry slowly edged Draco out over the hundred foot drop.

“Okay! I can see the rock and the foot of the cliff. Hold me there.”

Harry held a stasis charm whilst Draco anchored the warding charms. Once Draco had landed they walked round the perimeter alternately fixing the wards on the inside of the boundary hedge. This entailed leaning over it quite often, it was mainly made up of layered hawthorn so odd scraps of material remained decorating the spikes. They crossed the entrance gates, making special provision there, and were three quarters the way to finishing when Draco suddenly burst out laughing.

“Okay! What’s so funny?”

Snigger, “look at you,” giggle, “you’re worst dressed,” chuckle, “than that scarecrow,” chortle, “over there,” guffaw.

“Oh!” snigger, “You’d make,” giggle, “a good,” chuckle, “stand-in,” chortle, “for one, too,” guffaw.

They stood by the hedge holding on to one another, heaving in mirth. It took five minutes to recover and then continue the wards. Harry Levicorpussed Draco again so that he could make the final connection to the rock. As he did so Harry felt the magical surge of completion, but could not see any difference. So he said so.

“That’s the best part of it, Harry. It mirrors the vegetation that is there already, even matching the seasons’ colourings as they change. If you took your broom and flew over, it would appear to be a wood covered coombe, no house or garden there at all. The gates will still face on to the lane, or the locals would wonder what had happened. The drive will appear to lead on, but that’s part of the illusion too. You could stand just inside the gate and no one would see you from outside. All we have to do now is set up the release pillars.”

“Go over that bit again, please? I’m not sure I understand what they’re for.”

“Okay! Say someone was in the lane and saw you disappear as you went in at the gate; they’d immediately smell a rat, or think they were hallucinating. So you charm one of the gate pillars, and that allows you to be seen walking down the drive until it turns the corner. That’s where the second pillar is; charm that and the illusion returns to normal. Same happens in reverse when you intend to leave by the gate.”

“Right … I think I’ve got that now. I can see the logic in it. You were a bit obtuse when you explained it earlier.”

“Sorry! Got carried away by my own verbosity, no doubt.”

“So that’s why we have the electric gate sign. You know: ‘Do not enter until someone at the house has given the release’, is it?”

“Yes!”

Harry kept watch whilst Draco set up the pillars and then they retired to the lodge.

“I don’t think these clothes are much good any more, Kreacher.”

“No Harry, I doubt if they’d make good cleaning rags either. There are bits of you showing that ought not to be revealed in public, you know.”

Harry’s hands immediately covered his crotch.

“No!” Kreacher giggled’ “It’s you bum cheeks mainly. They’re quite scratched too.”

“Shall I rub some salve on them, Harry?”

“Yes please, Draco. Turn round!” Harry inspected his vassal’s behind: “I’d better do some for you too.”

The young Magicals went upstairs and stripped, agreeing that Draco would be first. Harry’s hands were very soothing, ensuring that Draco’s legs, back and buttocks were thoroughly covered.

“Right, turn over, let me do your front while my hands are still covered in salve … Oh … I see you’ve been daydreaming just as I was yesterday.” Harry ogled Draco’s dancing dong, dark red against the pale stomach. Draco flexed it, adding another seduction point or two as Harry caressed the salve into his chest.

“Right, Harry; it’s your turn now. Let’s see if I can make the Potter prick perk up. Lie on your bed, my lord.”

Harry smirked at his vassal, and lay down. Draco paid special attention to the insides of Harry’s thighs and the crevice of his buttocks. When Harry turned over Draco was rewarded for his efforts by the sight of an equally proud prick.

Harry also noticed that Draco’s erection had not subsided and set about pondering the meaning. He decided to test his budding theory.

“Right Draco …Bathroom now … It’s competition time.”

“What?”

“You’re as stiff as a board, so am I. I want to see if I can beat your splurge length … Feet on that line, count the tiles once we’ve come.”

“Bloody hell, Harry. Do you mean it?”

“You sound just like Ron when he was challenged first time.”

“I feel insulted, being compared to a Weasley … Hey … I thought you didn’t know about such things.”

“I said we’d messed around; you know; Seamus’s fingers, and all that.”

“Oh … Right … You’re on … which line?”

“That one … No stepping over it … If you need balance step back … At least those were our rules.”

“Hmm … Same here … One … Two … Three … Go!”

Draco couldn’t believe his luck, standing next to the person he’d recently been fantasising about. His fingers fondled his fidpin, whilst his eyes watched Harry handling his horn. Both of them were determined to win, their Quidditch rivalries turning carnal. He was nearly there, but managed to control the first spurt until he could aim it outwards. The globule shot out curving on a slightly upward trajectory, Draco knew how to judge his distance. ‘Splat’ it landed thirteen tiles out, and the supporting squirts of sperm trailed back to the fourth tile.

“Uh-h-h-h-h!”

Harry was also an expert, Draco admired the curving flight; torn between watching the results and Harry’s twitching cannon. Twelve tiles out – Draco exulted, ‘he’d beaten Potter at last’.

“Oo-oo-oo-ooh!”

Harry altered the angle of his shooter for the second blast, to Draco’s horror the angle was flatter and the cream hit the fourteenth tile; the third one did the same.

“How did you do that? The spurts are supposed to grow less. Yours did last time.”

“Yes I know; I was relaxed then. Seamus is our champion he showed me how to squeeze the second shot out by restricting my urethra. The first shot is a test, to see which way the wind blows.”

“But we’re inside?”

“There are draughts, you know. When you do it outside you have to take the wind into consideration.”

“You mean you did it outside too?”

“Of course we did, didn’t you? Back of Hagrid’s hut whilst he was feeding his animals.”

“Did he join you?”

“Of course not, but he did catch us once.”

“What happened?”

“He lassoed our balls and tied us closely together so our cocks rubbed against each other, and then laughed when our struggles made us come all over each other the second time. He’s a bit kinky that way.”

“I wonder if all the staff are kinky?”

“Why?”

“Severus caught us in a closed up classroom, immobilised us and painted our privates with a fiery potion. Like you we came a second time, but flames shot out instead of spunk. I had to be very careful for a day or so afterwards.”

“We were more careful the next time, too. The ropes had chafed the skin behind our balls.”

“So were we. Will you clean up the evidence please?”

“Of course.” A wave of Harry’s wand and the goo vanished.

They had a quick shower and then covered themselves ready to go down to dinner.

“Did you find your activities lived up to your expectations, Masters?” Kreacher had a Malfoyesque smirk on his face.

Harry went red.

Draco was more alert: “Yes thanks, Kreacher. No one should be able to see what happens inside the wards, now.”

“And no one will tell what goes on inside them either,” was Kreacher’s almost sotto voce reply. “Home grown vegetable soup to start with, okay?” was much louder.

“Yes thanks, Kreacher.” Harry looked worriedly at Draco.

Draco winked back. “When will the new elf be here?”

“What new elf?”

“The one you and Winky have been trying for. You need to be a little quieter in the evening when you do it. Nubbins might get jealous, you know.”

Kreacher scowled at Draco and popped out to get the soup.

Draco could see Harry processing the thought. He cautioned his lord by mouthing ‘not now’ and touching his ears. Harry understood and shut up, smiling wickedly.