Terrorism Repaid

The potion tasted disgusting, both boys grimaced as they drank it. Severus had already anticipated their groans and had some sweet lemon tea for them to drink. There was also a pile of sandwiches and some special Hogwarts fruitcake – same recipe as the Christmas cake that all the stay-at-school students raved about.

Draco giggled: “Now we know what it’s like to have our sidekicks’ appetite. Merlin’s ears, I feel as if I could eat the giant squid in one bite.”

Harry could only nod his agreement because he had his mouth full of extra-large sausage roll. After a nap everyone was ready for the second round.

Harry lay down, spreading his legs. Draco smiled wickedly and stroked Harry’s ankles, slowly moving towards his goal. The two minutes of stroking had Harry quivering in anticipation, and his not inconsiderable length bobbing up and down with his increased pulse rate. Draco reached his goal and withdrew Harry’s plug. Then his fingers went in to have a stroke of Harry’s love bump. It worked and Draco got sore ears because Harry’s legs inadvertently scissored inwards.

Harry yelled out in lust: “Draco that was incredible!”

“Have you not felt it before?”

“No! I deliberately avoided it so you would be first. Please enter me.”

Draco realised how special Harry wanted this to be, and was overcome. Emotional tears dripped down his cheeks: “O Harry … I hope I can live up to your standards … You make me feel so unworthy … I’m already soiled goods, you know.”

“Yes, but you’re my soiled goods now … I want to heal you and care for you.” Harry reached forward and drew Draco into a long kiss.

Outside, two girls sniffed into their handkerchiefs and Severus felt choked with emotion, remembering his first time with Albus.

Somewhere during the kiss Harry had managed to hug Draco, not only with his arms but with his legs and Draco had slowly slidden inside his lover. Suddenly Harry convulsed. Draco’s dong had found his prostate and was sliding along it as he entered.

“Am I hurting you?” Draco asked through his tears.

“Far from it! Merlin’s beard and whiskers, Draco, it’s-s-s-s-s-s stupendous-s-s-s-s-s. Just do it again slowly, please. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h yes-s-s-s-s-s.”

Harry kept on urging Draco to slowly fuck him. It was a new sensation for Draco too. At the manor it had been a quick do, just to get his rocks off, he had time to appreciate all that Harry was offering. Even as they came, Draco was crying – crying in joy and fulfilment. He realised that this was the first time he had ever let all his inhibitions disappear and really cared about someone else deeply. Harry intuitively knew what Draco was feeling and hugged his sobbing partner.

Sniff: “Malfo in Pottam amicus corroboro primo.” With a trembling hand Draco managed the wand pass needed. The feel of the magic aura encouraging them helped Draco to put away his tearfulness for the second go.

It followed the same pattern – doggy style with the same results on the onlookers.

“Merlin’s ears, Pansy, I’m going to wear Ron out as soon as we leave. That smooth skin, the silken fuzz, those lean muscles … Ooh!”

“I’m anyone’s when I get back to our common room. Look at their muscles. Oh those legs … Oh dear … Scourgify.”

“Thanks Pansy … I needed that. It’s a good thing we added the extra parchment, three quills are only two millimetres from the top.”

Severus was chewing the end of his wand, trying very hard not to place his hands anywhere near his highly aroused pubic area.

“Malfo in Pottam socius corroboro continuum.” Draco’s wand-hand was a little steadier this time.

As the boys came down from their high, Draco adjusted Harry’s bulging sheath so as to allow for the final outburst.

Severus saw what was happening: “Erm … I think there’s sufficient ejaculate already for all the girl’s experiments. It would be efficacious if Harry’s sperm spouted free for the final session.”

“Oh yes, there’s ample there.” Hermione held her hand out to receive Harry’s contribution and carefully stowed it in the labelled jar, all the while admiring the magnificent instrument that had provided the sample.

By way of respite the boys came to look at the results of the patches’ recordings. Both girls were still quivering from watching the debauch and managed a surreptitious grope whilst explaining what all the lines meant. Both boys twitched and grew back to full engorgement, much to the girls’ excitement.

“Herms … Stop it please … You’ll pre-empt the grand finale.”

“Okay, we’ll behave,” said Pansy, reacting to Draco slapping her wrist.

The boys clambered rapidly back on to the bed. Whilst Harry positioned himself and sat on Draco’s cock, Albus crept into the room. Not that the boys noticed; they were far too engrossed in pleasing one another.

“They’re going for the extreme, Albus,” whispered Severus.

“I’m not surprised, Sev, they’re equally all-or-nothing guys. They both realise that it’s the only sure-fire way of protecting Draco from Voldie’s depraved depredations,” Albus whispered back.

Meanwhile the boys were grunting and sweating. It was a good thing that they were top-notch Quidditch players and fighting fit. Nearly four hours of exertion were just beginning to show when Harry yelled out incomprehensibly. Draco joined in the shouting and it was obvious to the observers that the final coition was taking place. Instead of the normal creamy splurge emerging from Harry’s unsheathed appurtenance, it was almost like a mist. It did not splash on to Draco’s chest as would be expected; instead it developed into an aura which filled the whole bed-space.

From out of the mist came a triumphant “Malfo in Pottam frater corroboro absolutio.” There was dead silence as the mist turned golden; then a mini-thunderstorm took place inside the bed curtains, which closed to shield the two participants. This was followed by more silence.

The onlookers were just beginning to wonder if they should invade the boys’ privacy when the curtains twitched apart. It was impossible to tell who was supporting who, but they stood there looking deeply into each other’s eyes and smiling beatifically. With a great effort they clambered down off the bed and walked round the screen. Severus had their cloaks in his hand; finding it impossible to part them he threw one of the draperies round both of their shoulders and it expanded to cover them completely.

“Congratulations boys, or should I say brothers-in-magic,” said Albus, patting both of them on the back: “I thought you would opt for the deepest connection; so I had a chat with the castle’s magic. Your Salon will disappear from the Hogwarts’ corridors; instead I suggest you inspect your headboards once you return to your dorms. I think you’ll be able to remain rivals and lovers at the same time. Now, it’s almost dinner time, so I suggest we go our separate ways, freshen-up and eat with our other friends.

Albus and Severus were the first to depart, having shaken both boys hands and wished them well. Severus even managed a brief shoulder hug. The girls meanwhile had packed up their paraphernalia, they departed after giving the boys loving pecks on the cheek and a couple of fondles down below. Draco and Harry lingered hugging and then drew in their breaths, got dressed and left the room. As the door closed it melted into the wall which assumed a look of total permanence.

Some students walked into the passageway. “Bloody hell, Potter, look where you’re going,” Draco pushed Harry away.

“If you hadn’t been daydreaming, Malfoy, and wandering all over the place I should have been able to avoid you easily. Just get the cobwebs out of your brain.”

Both combatants moved away in opposite directions, huffing loudly; whilst the onlookers giggled at the pair’s continuing antagonism.

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There was little time for Harry to examine his headboard thoroughly. His stomach was rumbling and dinner had already started. A very perfunctory shower had him get into the hall just as the main course was appearing.

“Well Harry, how did it go?”

“I’m still recovering Ron, but a certain person is now linked to me permanently.”

“Does that mean I’m not your best friend any more?” Ronald looked hurt.

“Ron, we’ve been together too long for that to matter. My other relationship is different. I don’t complain when you want to be with Herms, do I?”

“No! But she’s my girlfriend.”

“Put it on the same basis then, okay? Only my partner is male.”

“Yes I suppose so. One of my brothers is gay, and the twins … well I’m not too sure what they do in bed. Okay Harry; best mates still, yes?” Ronald thumped Harry lightly on the shoulder.”

Harry smiled and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

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The evening common room atmosphere was normal and Harry joined in some of the chat and games; really wanting to go and explore his bed-head. It was Hermione who came to his rescue.

“Harry you look terrible. You wore yourself out showing that Slytherin boy just how superior your broomsmanship is. Just go to bed and get some sleep, or you’ll be no good for lessons tomorrow.”

Harry put up a show of reluctance, but Hermione saw through it and grabbed him: “Do I have to undress you and make a sleeping charm, for you to do what’s good for you?”

“Okay, okay,” Harry held up his hands in mock surrender and appeared to reluctantly mount the stairs to his dorm. Once inside he undressed quickly, shut his bed curtains and applied the strongest locking charm on them that he could think of.

He inspected the lion emblem carved into his bed-head and found that the nose could be depressed. The sensation induced was like that of sliding down to the Chamber of Secrets. Harry was back in their Salon lying on one side of their bed. Where the door had been there was a blank wall. He was sitting up looking round at the familiar area when the bed lurched and a bemused Draco was lying next door.

“Oh! I say! Thank you, Castle, for this piece of ingenuity.”

“Um … Oh yes … Thank you Hogwarts … It’s a marvellous idea.”

Quickly Harry hugged his lover and kissed him thoroughly.

“Hmm … Harry …? Hmm … I’d love to make love again, but I don’t think I’ve much energy left.”

“Um … I can feel your eagerness, Lover … But, yes … I agree … Let’s just cuddle … Mmm?”

Draco encircled Harry’s shoulders with his arms. Harry’s arms were around Draco’s waist. For a long time they just stared into each other’s eyes, smiling inanely. Eventually they drifted off to sleep.

Sometime after midnight Draco woke, with a distinctly uncomfortable feeling in his bladder. He knew he must get up and find relief. Slowly he began to withdraw his own arms; one of which had pins and needles, and then disentangle Harry’s arms from around his midriff. He was trying not to wake his lover up; Draco failed.

“Merlin!” Harry exclaimed: “If I don’t get up now I shall wet the bed.”

“That’s a bit crude Harry, but I need a pee also.”

“There’s a new door over there. I was going to explore where it went when you slid into the bed next door to me. Do you think it’s a bathroom?”

“Only one way to find out!” Draco sat on the edge of the bed, groaned quietly, and stood. --- “Your guess was correct, Lover.”

Harry joined his new mate at the lavatory bowl, issuing gallons of straw-coloured water. Once relieved; the two had a look round their bathroom. Light blue tiles lined the walls with a dado of darker blue dolphins chasing each other lazily round and round the room. The shower was just the right size for both of them. They tried it out; soaping each other as they did so. One part of their anatomies received much greater attention than the rest. Both participants had a good go at emulating Harry’s Father’s nickname aided by their opposite’s manual ministrations. There was no need for a Scourgify as the hot water removed all the evidence of their fulfilment.

It was Draco who suggested that they dry each other and they had much fun exploring their partner’s body muffled by a fluffy towel. The tickling titillated them and things might have gone further if, with a pop, Winky had not appeared with a tray of hot chocolate and some cream-covered black forest gateau.

Harry held his towel in front of both of them to preserve their modesty.

“Why so shy Master Harry, I can see what you have in that mirror over there.”

Harry turned saw the mirror and moved the towel to hide their nakedness. Draco broke out laughing. Harry looked crossly at his lover. Between chortles, Draco explained that, in moving the towel, Winky had had a good eyeful without the use of any reflective apparatus.

“No need to worry Masters, Winky’s seen it all before, although she likes those two more that her previous masters’ ones. The Hogwarts Reeve-elf has assigned her to look after you. She enjoyed the show this afternoon. She is glad to see you make Frater partnerships and is she now to be your personal elf?”

“Personal Elf?”

“Yes Harry. Father and Mother have one at the Manor; she’s the most secretive of the lot. Nothing that happens between them ever escapes her lips. I believe we have to accept her offer, formally. Do we not Winky?”

“Yes Master Draco.”

“Right! Draconius frater cum Harriensis contrahemus Winka servitor suus. Now Harry you have to, but swap our names around, Okay?”

“Um … Harriensis frater cum Draconius contrahemus Winka servitor suus… Did I do that right?”

“Yes Masters Winky is now yours for life. Are you getting up now?”

“Not yet, we needed to use the bathroom, that’s all. Thank you for the refreshments.”

“Ooh! Dobby said you was polite to us house-elves, Master Harry. What about Master Draco? Winky was told that he kicks elves.”

“He’d better not kick you, Winky; or I’ll have him over my knee and spank his arse.”

“I’d better start kicking right away then, hadn’t I?”

Winky cowered in a corner, but Harry caught the obvious nuance; grabbed Draco and was using his hand on two downy buttocks even before Draco had taken one step. Groaning; Draco willingly bent over Harry’s knees; making sure that his boner rode between Harry’s gripping thighs. Winky understood, smiled and popped away just as Draco started to splash out.

“Merlin’s balls, Harry: how did you know that that would turn me on?”

“Your heavy hint, perhaps?” Harry replied archly: “Now do it to me, please?”

“What? Are you as kinky as me?”

Harry didn’t answer; he pushed Draco onto the bed and lay crosswise across his thighs. It wasn’t long before the sheets were soiled and Harry’s bum glowed red.

“Is that a sufficient answer, Lover?”

“I’ll say! Hmm … What about being tied up? You should do it to me first though; just to even things up a bit.”

“Okay, but not tonight. We do have classes tomorrow, remember? And if we both appear hollow-eyed every day, someone is sure to put two and two together. We both know how vicious the Hogwarts’ rumour mill can be, don’t we? And then it’ll get out to a certain beetling reporter that we both know well.”

“So you found out about Rita’s animagus form then?”

“Yes! Hermione kept her in a jam-jar until she made certain binding promises to us three. But she’ll scrabble her way out of them if she can, and the promises don’t include you, at the moment.”

“Father has some hold over her, probably because she’s unregistered.”

“I think she’ll have registered by now. That was one of our stipulations. Now; to sleep Master Malfoy.”

“You’re no fun to be with!” Draco smiled as he said it and hugged Harry back down on to the bed: “I’ll be good, at least until our morning woodies need attending to. Goodnight Harry.”

“Goodnight Draco.”

They stroked each other, avoiding the sensual bits and, nuzzling, fell into happy nightmare-free sleep.