Toppers Wallow

When Harry woke on Thursday morning, he was curled round Billy’s back with his hard-on riding Billy’s crack. Harry worked it up and down getting nearer to fruition with each stroke. He did not leave his lover out of the stimulation as his hand was round Billy’s prick keeping time with the humping. The double shattering fulfilment came just as Billy awoke.



“That’s the best alarm call I’ve had for ages, merci Mon Amour.” The two lovers shared a lingering kiss, allowing their libidos to subside. “Now we’d better have a shower then you can charm me again, but differently, so we can go shopping.”



“Yes; I was thinking about that. I have a couple of spare robes, if you put one on, most people you meet won’t take much notice. The charm will give you an aura of weak magic, so you’ll pass as one of us.”



“Palming me off as second best; are you?”



“Of course not, but you know what I mean; don’t you?”



“Yes! I was only pulling your leg.”



“Ooh; yes please? But not now, or you\'ll get me all hot and panting and we’ll never get away.”



“Okay, okay. We both can play that game. Let’s go down and have some breakfast, I’m eager to see your magical shopping mall.”



Kreacher and Winky had a number of tureens on the sideboard, all giving off delightful aromas. Hermione was already at table, reading a book as usual.



“Good morning Hermione, what are you reading?” Harry gave her cheek a peck and Billy followed suit.



“Hello you two, it’s about charming Muggle Mates. I’ve written a couple of charms down that I think you might find useful, and I’m mugging up on protection charms that Harry can apply to Billy on Saturday.”



Dean was next, all bright and chirpy. Then came Seamus looking slightly uneasy, last was Ron still looking sleepy. Happy chatter soon got underway, punctuated by the clatter of tureen lids as people explored the goodies beneath.



“Did you say there was a ceilidh planned for Saturday, Harry?”



“Well there’s an organised dance, if that’s what you mean. Billy says we have callers. Why do you ask, Seamus?”



“Well; an uncle of mine has this swimming pool, and covers it over with a floor for a ceilidh. If there was enough wood maybe we could do something similar.”



“Let’s get the accommodation sorted first, then; why not? C’mon Billy we better be off.”



Billy grabbed the cloak and followed Harry to the Apparating Area. Harry fished out Hermione\'s notes and began charming Billy and his galleon. The whole process took about five minutes. Billy held on to Harry tightly and they whizzed off towards Diagon Alley. The Alley had regained some of its past business, so Billy’s reaction to the hustle and bustle was much the same as Harry’s had been when Hagrid took him there first time. Gringott’s was their first port of call. Having met Kreacher, Billy was not too surprised by the goblins they encountered.



“Muggles aren’t allowed in the vaults.” The grim faced goblin stared down at them.



“Yes they are, as long as they are connected to the key-holder and he or she accompanies them; or so your regulations state.” Harry produced an official looking parchment.



“That rule applies only to lovers, I’m afraid.”



“Well we are!”



“You’ll have to prove it.”



Harry and Billy looked at each other, wondering whether a public demonstration was being called for.



“If you’d both like to come into this private room, please.”



Two puzzling young men followed the goblin as he strutted towards an ornate door. Once inside the goblin regarded them for a minute.



“Drop your trousers and undergarments, please.”



Harry blushed and hesitantly started to remove the aforesaid garments. Billy went all brash and shoved them down without ceremony, starting to sprout a hard-on. Harry clocked Billy’s budding erection and it started an equivalent reaction in his body. The goblin watched as their boners hardened, and walked round the semi naked boys for a minute or two, appearing to admire their two glowing penises and pert buns.



“Thank you Gentlemen, I’m satisfied of your credentials. Please to follow me.”



Quickly, the two young men hoisted their breeks and zipped up.



“Err … excuse me … will we have to do this every time?”



“You may do so, if you wish to. However I will enter the young man’s particulars on you records Mr Potter, so there will be no real need to.” The goblin grinned gruesomely. “I must say that your endowments are particularly handsome and some of my colleagues would appreciate another demonstration at another time.”



Harry did not know whether to laugh, blush or kick the goblin teller. However he contained his anger.



The teller tugged a bell-pull and Griphook appeared. Once they were at the cart station Harry asked Griphook how much of the inspection was really necessary.



“Some of it! Though I’m surprised he did that to you. You’re the one that got our bill of rights passed through. I imagine he’s one of the old-school still trying to take wizards down a peg or two. I’ll have a word about it. However, I’ve been told you have a magnificent set of equipment.” Griphook’s grin was almost lascivious. “C’mon, let me give you a guided tour of the vaults.”



“I think you have a very peculiar sense of humour. Are we going on dragon-back?” Harry’s grin was mischievous.



“You wish. Did you three enjoy the ride?”



“I still have nightmares about it, I don’t know about the others.”



Whilst they waited for a cart to ride into the depths of London’s subterranean bowels, Billy listened in mounting horror, because Griphook and Harry were telling him a slightly embroidered tale about the breaching of the Black vault.



“A bank with fairground rides, much better than our fuddy-duddy ones, but definitely scary.” Billy remarked trying to ease his nerves as he clung onto the cart with white knuckles.



Once inside the Potter vault, Harry inspected his piles of golden coins, overviewed by an overawed Billy.



“The pile seems to have grown since I was last here, Griphook.”



“Yes Harry, your interest is exceeding your withdrawals at the moment, and I understand we will soon be making further additions from the Hogwarts vaults. As the slogan says: ‘It pays to bank at Gringott’s.” Totally out of character Griphook cut a little caper as he half sang the jingle, looking very pained. “Okay Harry, you’ve got your own back. It’s some Muggle idea from those silver screens of theirs.”



The sight had been so bizarre that Billy and Harry kept pulling Griphook’s leg as they were whisked back from the depths. On arrival in the main banking hall Harry took some galleons to another counter in order to obtain some Muggle money and a bankers draft to give Billy his first instalment.



The next place to visit was Gortnum and Fasons, where Harry paid the bill and arranged a deposit to cover other items that Kreacher had said he needed. As they passed Flourish and Blotts there was another book signing in progress. Harry steered Billy quickly away telling him briefly of his encounter with Lockhart, the embarrassing photograph and the gift of useless books. Giggling, they both entered Madam Malkin’s.



“Hello Mr Potter, nice to see you so happy. Come to order another school gown, have you?”



“Yes please Madam Malkin, an ordinary one for my Muggle friend here, but a teacher’s one for me.”



“Congratulations! The Headmistress said she thought you would be here soon.”



The pair stood on the stools whilst the seamstress went to work measuring them. They chatted about what Billy had already seen. Afterwards, feeling rather tired, the duo went in search of refreshment. To Harry’s surprise Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour had reopened.



“Hello Mr Fortescue, nice to see you back in business.”



“Yes, thanks to some friends of yours, I was rescued from the Death Eaters; just like you did for Mr Ollivander. We’re a little more careful now, and stay with George in our new warded joint flat. Safety in numbers, and all that, you know. Two of my specials coming up.”



Tall glasses full of multicoloured ice cream, lots of chewy fruit and a small spoon, had the boy’s full attention for half an hour. During that time a familiar figure hove into sight.



“That’s the dishy bloke I was telling you about, Billy,” whispered Harry.



“Who; the enemy one? Ooh! I say! I could definitely go for that one. Look at the way he walks. Grrrr.” Billy eyed Malfoy up.



“Well if it isn’t Potter. Consorting with a Muggle, by the looks of things. Not content with a Mudblood for a friend he has to find a Muggle.” Draco’s usual venom seemed to have lost its edge slightly.



Harry watched carefully as Draco eyed his consort, and then grimaced.



“Malfoy! Out with your minders again, I’m surprised they let you out of the madhouse.”



Draco managed a most uncharacteristic wink and a grim smile, indicating two hard-faced looking young men; making an almost hidden charade of having his hands tied together.



Harry had an idea. “Malfoy, may I treat you to an ice cream. I might even find some for your henchman, as long as they sit at another table.”



Draco smiled wanly. “Potter, I think I’ll take you up on your offer. I’m sure I’ll be quite safe sitting here where my colleagues can see me.”



The offer of food to the two watchers was one they would not miss out on, so they sat at a table immediately behind Draco, watching him intently, and making a great deal of mess feeding themselves at the same time.



“How are you enjoying your holiday, Potter? Are you still with your Uncle and Aunt?”



“No. Now I’m of age in both worlds I’ve moved into my own place. Billy here; is helping me to settle in there. He’s very adroit in many unusual areas of endeavour.”



“Billy, I’m so glad you are able to entertain Potter; much more his level really. I’m quite sure he pines for my rarefied tones during the holidays. Have you been to any parties lately?”



“We have one planned for this weekend, would you like to come.”



“I would have loved to, but I am under other constraint at the moment. A masterly acquaintance of ours has some planned at the same time. I would give the fingers of my Agincourt hand to attend yours, but alas I am unable.” Draco put his hand on the table briefly, showing the victory sign.



“What a pity, you’ll miss the fireworks at ours. We have everything prepared already. We will be well covered in case of inclement weather.”



“At the moment I’m eschewing all forms of excitement, it’s bad for my health, you know. My father keeps his eye on me so that I don’t overexert myself; I find his ministrations can be quite painful sometimes. Maybe I’ll gain some release when I attend my classes again. As it is I had to plead a special licence to come here today. Still, my minions are very good at carrying purchases, if nothing else.”



“Really? How is your potions knowledge coming along?”



“As you know, my main teacher has become morbidly unavailable, but I am reading his apothecaries regularly, it is surprising what you can learn from books, Potter. I’ve bought a few today whilst I was out on parole”



“Well now! I know myself that a new DADA tutor has been appointed and that there maybe an equivalent potions position going, for someone not unlike yourself. The Headmistress came to see me yesterday and was chatting about it. You might be quite surprised yourself when you re-enter your career at college.”



Draco’s eyes lit up as he understood Harry. They chatted for a further quarter of an hour until the ugly brutes became restive.



“Well Potter, I wish I could say it was nice meeting you and your sidekick, but I can’t. However, a gentleman should always thank a host for his hospitality, so I shall not be remiss in that.” Draco rose and gave Harry a slight bow, nodded to Billy and turned to his jailers. “Right you oafs, let’s go and get you cleaned up; are you sure you managed to imbibe any of your nourishment?” Draco gave Harry a tight grim smile and wandered off through the crowds, closely supervised by his youthful Death Eaters.



When Fortescue brought them a coffee, Billy looked at Harry quizzically. “That was an odd conversation Harry. It was as though you were saying other things, and hiding them among all the words.”



“We were. Draco’s under some form of arrest, his father is watching him most of the time. Draco has definitely decided not to support the Master, that’s probably why his father is torturing him. Professor Snape, our old potions professor, is dead and Draco has all his old books. There are two raids planned for this weekend and Draco knows we will be there to defend the victims at one of them. He also knows that I’m the new DADA tutor and that the potions tutor’s job could be his. He hopes to become free of his shadows at college. He knows we are an item, and I think he’s slightly jealous.”



“Jealous or not, he had his hand stroking my thigh. I’m glad we had this coffee afterwards, it gave my bulge time to subside.”



“So you think a threesome is possible then?”



“Well he is definitely very presentable, I’m waiting to see what he has under those well cut clothes of his.”



“Um; me too; he’s very private about his body. Although he has a reputation for spreading his attentions around, I suspect he’s just a little prick-tease in fact.”



“I know the type. They get you all hard and panting and then go cold on you. Very frustrating! So what’s next on the agenda?”



“Going to see George at 3W’s. Watch him, he has a wicked sense of humour and is prone to practical jokes. At one time Ron’s life was hell, as he and his dead twin tried all their new inventions out on him. Oh; and don’t eat any sweets he’s selling, they are not what they appear to be. Warning over, he’s great to be with and will have all kinds of useful ideas.”



“Right! Smile but don’t touch, it is … Ooh, I say … It’s a joke shop.”



“Hello George, how’re you feeling?”



“I’m getting used to being without him, thanks, Harry. Nice to see ya. Who’s the mate?”



“Billy, meet George.”



Billy held his hand out and as soon as George shook hands Billy squeaked in surprise.



“It’s my new line in slimy toad handshakes, do you like it?”



“Err … I see what you mean, Harry.”



“Oh friend of my brother, don’t tell me you warned this victim before you entered the shop. How terribly unsporting of you.” George clapped Harry round the shoulder.



Harry felt something tickling his ear, and jumped. There was a large, hairy, hungry looking spider on his shoulder. Not being Ron, Harry picked the insect up by a leg. “Did you forget something George?” and handed the gruesome object back to its owner. “I must say it looks quite realistic. I have a commission for you, but we’ll discuss that in a minute. Has Minerva been in touch?”



“Yes. We understand I’m to be at your party on Saturday. Can I bring Percy as well?”



“Yes; if you like. Nice to have him back in the family again.”



“Yes he’s helping out with the paperwork. You know I never liked that. There seems to be a need to supply two different kinds of fireworks to entertain two types of celebrant.”



Percy appeared from the back room and was told of the forthcoming event.



“Thanks for the invite, I’d love to come. We though we were in the boring reserve team.”



“We’ll have pretty fireworks for the majority and lethal ones for the others.”



“Our assistants can look after the shop on Friday; and Saturday looks as though this place will be empty.”



“Now tell us, who is this cousin of ours?”



“Harry? I don’t think I am their cousin.” Billy tried to whisper, worriedly.



George laughed. “You’re a red-head, so’s all our family, so we must be related.”



“Oh! I thought it was the start of another joke, or something.”



“Not since Harry’s wised you up, it isn’t. Tell us Harry, what’s the relationship then? Is he bedding you? Is it all it’s cracked up to be?”



“Meet my agent, Billy. He’ll be looking after my Muggle interests.” Harry was blushing a bright red.



“Great, but you didn’t answer my question.”



“Um; didn’t I? Let me see … Very close … Yes … And it’s great.”



“Well done, Billy. I knew someone had to win the hairy Potter sex prize soon. It’ll help him to become less intense. Now; what’s this commission?”



“Minerva’s appointed me DADA Tutor-in Charge at Hogwarts.”



“Well done Harry, you deserve that. You taught us well in the DA. Otherwise we’d not be in the Order now. Good news over, give me the low down.”



“I want a model that will react to Imperio, but only if it’s cast properly.”



“That’s an unforgivable.”



“I know, but on a model there’s nothing to be forgive, is there? Secondly! Inside Hogwarts is not subject to Ministry supervision is it? Third and most important, if we can Imperio a Death Eater to desist, it’s better than killing or burning them isn’t it? In the heat of a battle no one will know who cast what, anyway. Lastly, Imperio doesn’t imperil your soul in the way Avada does and that’s quite important to soldiers of the light.”



“All valid points, Professor, but you’d better clear it with Minerva and the Ministry, first.”



“Yes Percy, I fully intend to, and it’ll be just for the seventh years to practice, too.”



“Consider the sixth years, as well. Think how young you were when you took on Voldemort, first time; most of the fighters this summer were sixth years, too.”



“Okay George, I’ll think about it. See you on Friday.”



Their last call was at the new Honeydukes shop where Billy was introduced to the delights of wizards’ sweets. Harry had given him a few galleons earlier, so both young men indulged their sweet teeth and emerged with a bagful of goodies each. Billy hugged Harry tightly as they Apparated back to the cottage, not letting go after they landed back home.



“Did the experience frighten you so much?”



“Not at all, but if I’m given the opportunity to hug my partner, I don’t pass it up.”



Billy sealed the argument with a series of kisses, as they strolled up the path through the shrubbery. Harry even managed a couple of gropes before they went inside.