Terrorism Repaid

After dinner Albus approached: “Will you come and see me in my office please, Harry.”

“Yes Sir, Now?”

“Why not!”

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“Would you like a peppermint?”

Harry accepted the bon-bon.

“Severus has told me of your forthcoming commitment to try and save Draco. You are to be commended for it. He’s also shown me your pass-diagrams. I now wonder why someone hadn’t invented such a system ages ago. Still, he tells me that he’s helping you enact the patent. Should be a nice little earner, that one; well done. How is it that he won’t show me your thesis … Mmm?”

“Um … Um … It’s very personal … Um … It’s what I used to bewitch Draco into sex.”

“Is that all?”

Harry was puzzled by the headmaster’s off-hand reaction.

“Why do you think Severus is loyal to me, Harry?”

“Um … No idea … Wait … Did you do it with him?”

“Of course! I still do! Why look so shocked?”

“But you’re much, much older than him.”

“So? We’re both adults … He wanted it and so did I. It’s the only thing that protects him from the whiles of Voldie … Well … That and his love for your mother. As I’ve said many times before; love is a very strong magic, sex is part of it, I admit, and just sex gives quite a bit of control, love however, has a much stronger effect. That’s why your Uncle Vernon was unable to penetrate you; he has no love for you, only temporary lust. Your cousin Dudley is another matter. If you two get carried away with each other things might be different. Your saving him from the Dementors is altering his whole attitude.”

“Um … I don’t think I even imagined him that way, thanks Headmaster … Eew!”

“That’s good to hear, but deprived human hormones do funny things to people, you know. Do be careful. Now … What about Draco … Mmm?”

“Um … I’m getting to like him, now I’ve got past his snarky exterior. Um … we had a mutual sixty-nine earlier today; that was good, too … Um.” Harry blushed, wondering if he had said too much.

Albus smiled benignly: “That’s how Severus and I started. Do you aim to let Draco complete the bond, Harry?”

“You mean to let him fuck me afterwards?” Harry squirmed as his hidden dildo expanded itself: “I had thought that fair was fair … So, yes. I’m rather looking forward to the sensation.”

“Good! That’s where Voldie falls down, his death-eaters aren’t allowed anywhere near his bottom. It makes their bonds that much easier to break because the link is only partial. To some extent he makes up for it with curses, but they will have little effect on one magical who is already bonded fully to another. It’s exactly the same between married magical couples, like your parents or the Weasleys. Both have to be willing partners. You do know that you’ll have to lift your hex, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. I was loosing interest in it anyway. Ron was the only one who knew and he said he wanted to withdraw. Draco seems to be willing enough without my coercing him. I’m not sure what to do about the simulacrum, though.”

“Have him make another one!”

“What?”

“Show Draco how, so each of you would have a hold over the other one. It’s great if you become separated for long periods of time, when duty calls you to different parts of the country, or things are politically difficult. We use them when Sev’s with Voldie; it helps him relieve his stress at being there. This is the one I hold for Severus, he has mine in safe keeping too.” Albus showed Harry a beautifully carved stasis box: “Why don’t you run along and discuss it with Draco … Mmm?”

“Yes, Sir; thanks, I will.”

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Harry found Draco in the library, finishing off his potions homework: “Um … Draco … Um … Oh dear … I haven’t even started on my homework yet.”

“No worry, Harry. Have a look at mine and then write it up in your style.”

“Um … Thanks … Um …”

It was Draco’s turn to be perceptive: “Let’s go to the room … You obviously want to ask something and I bet it’s best said in private … Yes?”

“Yes … Thanks. See you there in five minutes.” Harry rushed off to his trunk to get his spell parchment and then came back to Draco in the room.

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Draco surprised Harry as he came in, hugging him and planting a kiss upon Harry’s lips. Harry was slightly out of breath from running so he was panting. This enabled Draco to deepen the kiss easily. Soon both of them were panting and hard after many minutes of intense snogging. Harry lifted his wand over both their heads: “Exhabilio Nos.” Naked and needy they raced for the bed plunging into a lustful sixty nine for all they were worth.

Later, when they were resting from their exertions Draco asked: “Okay Harry, what was it?”

“Um … did you know that I have to lift the hex, before we make the bond?”

“No, I didn’t! Why, don’t you want to?”

“Um … Dumbles suggested something else.”

“Go on?”

“Um … Well … That you have a simulacrum of me, imbued with equal powers. He and Uncle share like that.”

“Are you sure? Hey … That means you want me to complete the bond, doesn’t it?”

“Um … That’s why I bought two identical dildos … look.” Harry faced away from Draco and parted his bum-cheeks.”

“Really? Nah! You’re kidding. Me? I’m not worth it.”

Harry didn’t argue; he just hugged Draco tight and renewed their kiss. Naturally this led on to another mutually satisfying session and convinced Draco that Harry was truly serious.

Harry looked round their room noting that it now resembled Uncle’s study, but with the bed on one side: “I like the way you’ve done our special room out Draco, s’great. We really should have a name for it. It’s becoming unique, isn’t it?”

“Hmm … Yes … Hmm … How about our Salon … A Salon used to be a place where secrets were shared and dalliances attempted.”

“Fine … Salon it is … Now, about altering the spells.”

He went over to the table and spread the manuscript. Draco joined him and they studied it together, picking out the sexy bits they wanted to keep and listing the pieces Harry had to discard.

Uncle walked in just as the two naked teenagers were preparing to alter the hex and make mutual charms.

“What are you doing, Boys?”

“Making a set of mutual simulacrums, so we’re even for tomorrow’s ceremony. Would you like to see what we propose?”

“Yes please, Harry.” Severus took the proffered manuscript and perused it: “Well now, it’s better than the one that Albus and I have. I take it that you both know, by now?”

“YES UNCLE.”

Severus beamed: “Right, get on with it!”

A still amazed, Harry took away the unwanted bits first. Draco manufactured the new simulacrum and then charmed it as Harry had done – this time the sparks were between Harry’s shiny glans and the metal. Draco had to test its efficacy, something that Harry enjoyed immensely; showing his appreciation in the usual messy way. When they looked up from their intense concentration, they had another onlooker – Albus.

“Is this the old potions classroom?” Albus looked round approvingly and trying to pretend he had not enjoyed the spectacle.

“YES SIR! WE CALL IT OUR SALON.”

“Well, well. Nice job; lacks one piece of furniture though.” Albus pointed his wand and a second double four-poster appeared: “Right Sev, watching those two has me needing some relief, are you coming?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Al.” A tented Severus grinned.

The two older Magicals climbed into the new bed, drew the curtains and cast a Mufilato.

“I think copying out the homework can wait, don’t you, Draco?”

“You’re not copying it, Harry, just picking out the ideas. What are you waiting for?”

Draco was already lying like an alabaster statue behind the opening of their bed curtains. Harry jumped in and cast an equivalent Mufilato.

Afterwards, when the two professors had left, two satiated students lay holding hands.

“I don’t want to go back to my dorm, Draco. I want to stay here with you.”

“Hmm … Nice idea Harry, but we might just be tempted and negate what should happen tomorrow. One consolation though, we can both take our simulacra out and play with each other, although we’re apart. Come on, you have an hour to look through my homework and do your fair representation.”

“Spoilsport! Okay, it would be nice not to have it hanging over my head. I’m sure to get diverted tomorrow.” Harry jumped out of bed and sat at the table.

As with his studies in Severus’s den, Harry made notes and then gave Draco his papers back. Fifty five minutes had them kissing goodnight and getting back their dorms just as curfew fell. In the end both of them fell asleep without activating the simulacra.

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In the morning both of them decided to give the other one a pleasant wake-up call. Almost simultaneously each one felt the simulacrum’s call and knew that he was being thought about. For each one, lying in his own bed and feeling the other’s fingers was a definite turn on. Somehow Harry thought that he was understanding Draco’s thoughts that they would just have one session and then save up for the marathon later on.

The other peculiarity happened to Draco. He was just about to cast his Scourgify when the mess disappeared; somehow he knew that Harry had cast it – using enough magic for both of them.

They maintained their bluff of antagonism during breakfast, each receiving a special owl delivery. Harry made up his mind to ask Draco if they could invent a scowling code conveying one message to the outside world and an entirely different one between themselves and maybe even getting Uncle Sev involved. In fact Harry was thinking of Draco’s safety for, if ever their partnership got back to Voldie, Draco’s life would not be worth anything. The interesting thing was that both Dumbledore and Snape were having much the same thoughts.

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Half an hour after the meal Hermione came to see Harry, who was sitting in a common-room chair reading: “I would like to do some tests now, if that were possible, please, Harry. Pansy and I reckon you both will be too worked up in anticipation this afternoon to get a proper low reading. Just stay where you are and I’ll go and get my things.”

Hermione arrived back and put patches on Harry’s chest, arms and legs; then she cast a charm on each of them and on an equivalent number of automatic quills situated in a framework over a stretched parchment.

“These patches will stay on you all day, Harry. Pansy and I worked out that it would be the least obtrusive way of monitoring your pulse, bodily temperature, field of magic etc. If you don’t mind too much we’d like to record the differences when you do various normal activities.”

“No probs, Herms. Maybe it will help keep my mind from worrying about this afternoon. What first?”

“Just think calm thoughts --- Thanks. Could you walk round the room please?”

Hermione had Harry slowly build up to more energetic things, even recording his digestion whilst he sat and had his coffee and biscuits. They went outside so Harry could carry out various kinds of spells, finding Draco and Pansy in much the same employment. Draco suggested they have a duel and they agreed what hexes they would use. After that Harry suggested broomstick riding and found a practice snitch which they could pursue. As well as chasing the winged ball the boys carried out some of their more daring manoeuvres. All of which the girls carefully monitored; they even tried an slanging match, more to keep their cred going than the girls statistics, because quite a crowd had gathered to watch their antics in the air.

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At lunch they sat on their separate tables scowling at each other.

Harry looked round: “Herms, where’s Ron?”

“Hagrid asked him to go and help with some new magical animals. I think Dumbles put him up to it, to keep my new boyfriend from interfering this afternoon. Hagrid said something about taking sandwiches and a flask.”

“It’s a good thing it’s Hagrid with him, their joint sandwich pack is going to weigh a ton.” The two of them giggled.

After lunch Professor Snape stood: “Mr Malfoy, I wish to go over your DADA thesis with you, attend me in my office in half an hour, please. Potter, you may as well do some of that detention I gave you at the same time.” Severus adopted a sneer when talking to Harry.

Poppy then stood: “Miss Grainger, Miss Parkinson I need to talk to you about your NEWTS tests, please.”

Various other teachers stood and commandeered other exam students – nothing too out of the ordinary for a Sunday afternoon.

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Harry’s cape worked overtime whilst the quintet assembled in the room. Draco had made it look slightly clinical, but not antiseptic. There was a screen in front of the bed, from the outside you could see through it, but the occupants were unable to look out. Even then, once Harry had stripped and knowing he had an audience, he had difficulty raising his enthusiasm, Draco was only slightly better. Then Harry had an idea, he got his simulacrum out. Draco cottoned-on immediately and within three minutes they were standing to attention and ready to go.

Draco lay on his back looking at his Amour to be. Carefully Harry removed Draco’s plug casting a lube charm into the space left.

“Are you ready Lover?” he whispered.

“I can’t wait,” Draco spread his legs and smirked: “Just get it in before I close up.”

“Right … You said it.” The slight levity helped both of them to forget the unseen watchers.

“Merlin, Harry; your live flesh is much better than that plug thing. Ooh … Oh … just the right angle … Oh yes-s-s-s-s-s.”

Outside the screen the girls’ mouths were hanging open, almost forgetting to record the data from the patches. Severus also became quite embarrassed partly because the girls were there and partly because he was having difficulty with his own boner.

Once started, Harry quickly got into the swing of things. They were facing each other watching as lust clouded both their eyes. Draco thrust back equally, eager to feel all of Harry’s length; he had never experienced such an enormous thrill before. His legs gripped Harry’s waist trying to force every bit of Harry inside him. Trapped between their reciprocating bellies, Draco’s implement became as highly energised as Harry’s was inside. Coition for both of them came far too quickly. Draco’s emission went into a sheath to save it for the girls to experiment with later. Harry’s went inside Draco and both of them felt a slight surge in their magical fields as it happened.

Harry lay panting on top of Draco, but still hard inside him: “Merlin’s balls! Draco; that was really something. To feel your warm body surrounding me like that is ace. Did I hit your love-bump okay?”

“Every thrust Lover, the feeling’s incredible; in fact it still is incredible. Don’t forget the charm.”

“Oh yes!” Harry cleared his throat. “Potto in Malfam amicus adrogaro primo,” and waved his wand. Both of them felt another slight tingle.

They had agreed that the second time would be doggy style. What they had not bargained for was that Harry remained hard and still ensheathed. The manoeuvres to achieve the change of position nearly had Harry cumming again. Three times Draco gasped as his prostate was stroked laterally, each time they had to pause because Draco’s muscles had turned to jelly with the glory of the feelings inside him.

Once they were settled Harry hugged Draco, reaching round to stroke his nipples with one hand and the fingers of the other round his fornication facilities. Harry only used his bum muscles for the impregnation process.

“Oh Merlin, Herms,” Pansy remarked: “Just look at that shapely bum and the dimples working. I can just imagine what they would feel like in my hands if he were fucking me. Oh … This is too much … my knickers are all gooey.”

“Stop it, Pans. You’re embarrassing the professor. Oh dear! Mine are too.”

Hermione’s ‘Scourgify’ cleaned up Severus’s eager emission too.

Harry let out and enormous sigh, Draco bit a chunk out of the pillow he had his face resting on. Their emissions were as good as simultaneous.

“Potto in Malfam socius adrogaro continuum,” rang out and Harry collapsed as another wave of magic engulfed the pair. Draco’s legs gave out and Harry half rolled off his lover, but they still remained connected sexually – just. They shuffled together before falling into a doze.

After resting awhile it was Harry’s turn to lie on his back, whilst Draco bounced his bum on Harry’s cock. Harry’s mouth opened in amazement because Draco’s tight muscles were quickly bringing him close to fruition.

“Um … Ease up lover … let me get you near the brink as well.”

Harry applied both his hands to Draco’s implement stroking and tweaking as he did so. Even through the sheath’s covering, the effect on Draco’s libido was electrifying. From having slowed his bouncing down he speeded it up again, muscles tightening in reaction to the spurting cream. That set Harry off again.

“Potto in Malfam frater adrogaro absolutio.” Harry sealed his half of the bargain.

The pair were engulfed in a rosy halo of pink lightening. As each mini-bolt struck home the intensity of the aura diminished. The recipients twitched as the sparks entered their bodies. As well as stinging, the sparkles induced a special thrill which spread out from the points of entry until both boys glowed an electric pink.

“I didn’t expect that, did you, Harry?”

“Not really, the book said a slight tingle. I wonder what’s happened.”

“Don’t worry too much, Nephews, much of the reaction depends on how strong you are and I know that you two are exceptional, so the reaction was bound to be strong.”

The two girls were whispering urgently together. “Harry and Draco, we’re going to have to make a bigger frame, many of your statistics went off the top of the parchment. Do you mind waiting whilst we do so?” Pansy asked.

“We’re both worn out Pansy,” said Draco, handing her his full wobbling sheath: “We need at least an hour’s rest. Will that be enough?”

“Thank you. Yes that will be ample. I’ll keep your sample carefully, there seems to be more than we expected.”

“Well I’m a big boy, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Mmm … we had,” Hermione was unconsciously licking her lips and looking at two partly deflated fleshy instruments. She had a good view because the boys had disengaged and were sitting on the edge of the bed with their legs wide open.

“Put a cloak on Nephews, and come out. I have some enervating potion for you.” Severus saw Hermione’s concerned face: “No need to worry Miss Grainger, it will not affect their sexual chemistry, I can guarantee that. However it might be a good idea to add an extra inch of parchment to the frames, over and above the extension you were contemplating.”

“Thank you, Professor, we’ll do that.”