The Malfoy Trial

For a moment Harry looked at his squirming vassal in shock; gathered his thoughts, reached outside for the control ring, and uttered the cessation words. Then he heard a clattering downstairs and realised that the Aurors were responding. He had just enough time to carry a sobbing Draco to his bed and cover him.

Wrapping a towel round his nakedness Harry opened the door, just in time to stop Justin blasting it open.

“Are you all right Harry? Was he attacking you?”

“Come in Justin, and you Seamus. Are there any more?”

“Not unless we summon them.”

“Okay, signal them to stand down, I’m all right; if a little shaky. Now sit down, please?”

Seamus and Justin sat on Harry’s bed whilst Harry perched on Draco’s.

“Okay, tell us what happened so we can alter the punishment.”

“It’s not like that, at all. Anyway, how come you pair are on together? I thought they avoided couples pairing up on duty.”

“It was supposed to be Ron with me,” said Justin: “but Hermione wanted him to go out with her – early shopping expedition and all that. So we swapped.”

“General surveillance is a cushy number given to trainees, we are not often disturbed, so we got cosy for the night – you know how it is.” Seamus winked saucily at Harry. “Your alarm interrupted our final orgasm, you know.”

“Oh … Sorry … Um … Draco and I were getting there too.”

“So-o-o-o, Droit de Seigneur. Harry? I know how loud you shout when you come.”

“No forcing, it was entirely mutual;” a muzzy Draco sat up in bed: “Merlin, that was painful, is there anyway you get this thing to distinguish between my lord’s pain and his pleasure.” He tugged at his collar.

“Yes, we can calibrate it, but you’ll have to get Harry to scream lustfully again.”

“Um … When are you two due sign off?”

“In about five minutes, why.”

“Um … so, as we were all interrupted … Um …”

“I can see where this is going Harry.” Justin grinned: “We could earn a little overtime from it and have some fun. After all, we do have to recalibrate the collar, don’t we?”

“Right … I’ll floo in … how long can we claim for?” Seamus produced a book from out of his pocket and Justin looked over his shoulder. They flipped pages. “That’s the category, isn’t it?”

Justin gave an affirmative nod and Seamus went downstairs to use the floo. Justin eyed Harry as he changed; Harry caught him at it and wiggled sexily, sticking his tongue out. Then Harry turned to Draco.

“How are you feeling, Draco?” Harry asked as he handed Draco a tank-top and shorts.

“Empty, Harry. That Crucio thing took a lot out of me; I could eat a horse.”

Justin giggled: “So … horse-eating first; horseplay next, Yes?” This time Justin’s roving eye was taking in all that Draco was inadvertently displaying.

“Nicely put …” Harry smiled: “… Kreacher!”

Pop: “Yes Milord?”

“We have two guests for breakfast and Draco wants roast horse.”

Kreacher looked at Draco and then at Harry, smiled and said: “Roast horse for four coming up, beans, egg, sausage, fried bread etc as extras, Yes?”

“Thanks, Kreacher, a double helping for Draco, though.”

Kreacher snickered as he popped out of the bedroom.

“Hmm … Harry … Hmm … You don’t really think Kreacher will give me roast horse, do you?”

“I’m told it’s quite delicious, especially if Winky does it. Her cook-magic could turn a leather sofa into a five course dinner. So we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Padding into pudding, so to speak.”

Harry threw a pillow at Justin just as Seamus walked in: “Making horrible puns, again Love? It’s all set; an hour and a half each, okay?”

“Suits me! Though I think we’ll be here longer than that.”

“Yes; well; some of that will be break time and some pleasure so you can’t grumble too much. The new watch will ignore Draco’s collar alarm until we say that it’s calibrated. I think they’ve guessed what’s going on.”

Just then the gong sounded downstairs.

“Have we civilised you at last, Harry?”

“No Justin, it just saves Kreacher’s ancient legs; that’s all. He also feels he’s doing the proper thing in his Master’s house. It took me ages to get him to call me Harry in private.”

Downstairs in the breakfast room one end of the table had been set. Draco peered at the meat on his plate nervously, pushing it round with his fork. Kreacher and the other three fell about laughing.

“All right … All right … I know when I’ve been had … I thought it smelt like bacon.”

“Four was a bit of a squash in the bay window, Harry. So I set up on the main table.” said Kreacher, still smiling at the joke.

“Um … I can imagine, Kreacher … All right for two, though.”

“Bay window? I thought there was an alcove there last time we had a working breakfast?”

“Yes Justin. The one with the slightly obscene Indian sculptures in.” Draco replied, smirking.

“That’s right!”

“They reside in our lewd room, with other erotic Black heirlooms,” Harry informed them.

“Mmm … Nice view … Where’s the garden?”

“In one of my other properties; Draco’s a good gardener and he’s helping to put things to rights.”

“What! Bossing around the house-elves to do the dirty work?” Seamus scowled slightly.

“That’s low of you, Love.” Justin punched Seamus’s arm.

“Sorry Draco, old Slytherin-baiting habits die very slowly.”

“Accepted. Surprising as it may seem; I do frequently get my hands dirty, there’s something very tactile about well tilled earth. On top of that it is creative, I can see things grow. It was the one things Father never tried to destroy; although we argued about me doing garden-elf work.”

[This reported conversation took much longer than the reading of it does; because there were long pauses whilst people munched silently.] They took their second cup of coffee into the morning room, and chatted about the courses they hoped to take when they returned to Hogwarts.

“This is all very comfortable Harry, but we do have to calibrate Draco’s collar, don’t we?” said Justin wriggling slightly to display himself.

Harry looked at Justin’s anticipatory bulge and started to swell in response; Draco was already drooling.

Seamus adjusted his trousers for the third time: “Harry do you think we could all go and have a look at your lewd room?”

“OOH, YES,” the other two breathed simultaneously.

“I don’t see why not. Though, we’d better be quick before Seamus comes in his pants.”

“Harry Potter, that’s rich, coming from you. By the time four of us had held you down you had a damp patch as big as a dinner plate.”

Harry tried to grope Seamus, but he hopped out of reach; allowing Justin to reach round and squeeze Harry’s package. Those two went first; Draco and Seamus trailed slightly behind.

“So he likes being dominated, does he?” Draco looked thoughtful.

“Yes but it won’t work with you, the collar would Crucio you before you got one hand tied down,” Seamus replied quietly: “We couldn’t calibrate personal violence out of it, even if we knew how.”

“Oh! Right!”

“Erm … Justin and I could hold him down, if you like … Then you could show us what you were doing to make him scream so loud.”

“Now there’s a good idea.” Draco winked craftily at Seamus.

Never mind the copulating couples, it seemed that the Black’s had made quite a collection of erotic pictures and sculptures. Harry was enthusiastic about the Indian statue; it contained many figures, mostly male, all connected to each other in some sexual way. A woman having three available orifices usually had all three filled as well as her hands. Harry was bending down showing them one of the more obscure connections when Justin and Seamus pounced.

“What … Oh no … You bastards.”

Harry struggled, but Draco, as the observer, felt there was little steam in his resistance. Harry was stripped and conjured-ropes attached his arms and legs to various bits of heavy stonework. His head was secured so that it could see right up inside the Indian sculpture. Of course he was hard and leaking.

“See, I told you he anticipated,” Seamus nudged Draco: “Go on, show us what you were doing to make him scream so much. It’s all right; we’re manually monitoring your collar.”

Draco looked at Harry lying on the cold marble and squirming about. He stripped off and went to kneel near Harry; straddling one of his arms. As Draco leaned forward his own excited implement touched Harry’s fingers and Harry held on, massaging it as much as the rope would allow. Seamus noted this and gently released that one restraint.

Draco stroked until Harry’s fully revealed glans was purple and shiny. Draco’s little finger rubbed Harry’s slit making him hump upwards and shudder delightfully. The vassal’s ministrations continued; causing his lord’s muscles to spasm uncontrollably. Harry’s balls moved into firing position, Draco’s finger started its urethral journey, wiggling as it went. Harry howled and bucked, Draco’s finger twisted slowly, lubricated by the out-coming jism. Harry screamed, his cock seemingly on fire with lusty feelings and still he shot forth around the caressing finger.

“Do you want more, my lord?” Draco said in his usual mocking tone.

“No … Yes-s-s-s … Oh … Please-se-se!”

Draco gripped the swollen member at its base, making it swell even more. With the little finger still moving inside his outer fingers caressed the edge of Harry’s glans. Harry’s body twitched, his muscles spasmed, his heels hammered on the floor and he screamed loudly. Draco stopped: holding everything in position until Harry regained some breath. A few deft movements had Harry in this ecstatic state again. After the fourth go Draco removed all his digits.

“Wh-wh-why d-d-did y-y-you s-s-s-stop?” Harry managed.

“Hmm … there’s a fine line between enjoyment and torture, Harry. I could have carried on until you were bleeding. I once saw Voldie with a beautiful young Muggle boy. He kept going until the youngster had a heart attack. Believe me; he had screamed himself out of a voice before that monster was only halfway through with him. There was no need for restraints after an hour or so, the victim’s sagging body responded by spasming at the slightest touch. His torturer’s finger, bigger than mine, just kept twisting and turning, when the young man passed out another Death-eater Enervated him. I was excited at first, but you can only sustain a hard-on for so long. After that it disgusted me, but I had to stay and watch. It was part of the test to see if I was good enough to become a death-eater. I knew that if I fainted I’d be the next one with Voldie’s finger inside my cock until I died also. I was lucky really; he did it a few times to me, but just for fun, and had me do it to Blaise while he watched. He stopped it only after Blaise began to bleed. Just look at me I’m still hard. Do something about it please, Harry?”

Harry had been rubbing gently on the fair one’s implement, so he speeded up his reciprocations. Having remembered to free Harry’s extremities before they became too engrossed, Seamus and Justin started pleasuring each other.

Harry didn’t fancy going quite as far as Draco had done; however, as before, he did massage the glans and its slit, having Draco writhing in glee as he came. Harry gripped tight and used his thumb and forefinger to twizzle Draco’s prominence. Harry was gratified to hear Draco huff in recognition of his efforts, continuing the experiment for a further five minutes until Draco came again. Towards the end, Draco’s slim body lifted itself until only his heels and the back of his head touched the marble, enabling Harry to gently stroke the rigid buttocks forming the keystone of a very human arch.

“No-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo … A-a-a-a-a-ah …” and as his last big splurge shot out Draco collapsed.

Harry saw that his vassal was still breathing and also realised that Draco’s buttocks were just a susceptible to sexual intimacy as was his cock. That started another train of thought off in Harry’s mind. He looked up just in time to see Justin’s boner shooting round Seamus’s caressing finger. Harry became hard again just watching.

As the other two collapsed glassy-eyed, Draco’s long fingers caressed his lord’s cock. Harry looked down and saw the errant finger moving up again.

“Please Draco, not inside again, I’m not sure I could stand it.”

“I want to practice that twizzle you did to me, it was ace.”

Harry was soon twitching; Draco was obviously a quick learner and had Harry splurging yet again.

Harry was still panting when Kreacher popped in: “Harry, don’t forget Hermione and Ronald are due to arrive in quarter of an hour.”

“Thanks Kreacher, I had. Sorry guys, fun’s over for today, we’d better put our clothes back on. You two use the shower down here; Draco and I’ll use the one in our room, okay? You’re very welcome to stay for lunch, if you like.”

“Thanks Harry we will … ‘Just calibrating Draco’s collar’ as the excuse, okay?”

Harry and Draco nodded their approval and rushed nakedly upstairs. Realising the urgency, Draco forewent the usual three-hundred brush-strokes of his hair, just settling for fifty.

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All four of them were sitting nonchalantly in the tapestry room when Hermione and Ron flooed in. As the greetings subsided, Winky popped in bearing one of her rich fruit cakes and a steaming pot of blue mountain coffee.

“What are you two doing here?”

“You missed all the fun Ron. Just before we went off duty Draco’s collar alarm rang, so we flooed over, ready to beat the living daylights out of him. Only to find Harry screaming his head off and Draco suffering Crucio at his feet …”

Harry was growing alarmed knowing Seamus’s tactlessness.

“… Remember those screaming nightmares he used to have?”

“Yes, we had to cast a Mufilato on him more than once.”

“So we had to recalibrate Draco’s collar to allow him access to Harry and not writhe on the ground helplessly.”

“Draco?”

“Yes Mud … Hmm … Gr … Hmm … Hermione?” Draco took a worried glance at Harry, only to find him smiling.

“When he has one of those there’s a mint salve in his bedside table drawer. A little on your fingers rubbed lightly into his forehead, works wonders. I found I had to support his head in my lap, Ron and the others would sort of cuddle him until he went to sleep again.”

“Thanks Hermione, I know the salve you talk about. I can formulate some more when you run out, Harry. You know how I like making that sort of thing.”

“Do you still have a headache, Harry?”

“Not any more, thanks Hermione,” said Harry, breathing in relief. “It’s just gone off now.” Harry was really thinking about Seamus’s near pass to the real truth and his tension over it.

Just then Kreacher popped in, silver salver in hand. “This has just arrived from Hogwarts for you, Harry.”

“Thanks Kreacher. It looks fatter than a normal one. Excuse me a minute while I see what McGonagall wants.”

Harry slit open the envelope and, as well as the expected letter, another envelope fell out. Draco’s Quidditch reflexes caught it before it hit the floor.

“This one’s addressed to me sort of.”

“What do you mean, ‘sort of’?”

“It says: ‘To be given to vassal Adept Snape after The Right Honourable the Mage Black, Seer Potter has read his letter’.”

“Um … Right … Then I’d better read the letter … ‘Dear Harry, if you are intending returning for your delayed seventh year, I realise that Draco will also have to be with you. Enclosed is his letter of invitation for him. Obviously, if you do not intend returning then the letter can be destroyed. Whatever you decide I would be most pleased to entertain both of you to tea this Saturday. My floo will be open from three-thirty for fifteen minutes. Yours, Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress’.”

“You are going to finish you education, Harry, aren’t you?” Hermione was her usual earnest pushy self.

Harry smiled shaking his head. Hermione’s face fell.

“Still the same little book-worm, Hermione?” Harry teased: “Yes, both of us are going to do some studying.” He dodged a thrown cushion from a relieved Hermione. “We agree on three subjects but the fourth is a bit of a problem. Maybe that’s what the Headmistress wants to talk about.”

“I’m so glad that you decided, Harry, the Auror service insisted Ron went back, he’ll still be a trainee whilst he’s there. That helps us financially.”

“Same for us two, as well,” put in Seamus.

“Hmm … As you know I’ve been out of touch … Tell me, how come you’ve been accepted for Auror training, are actually on duty, and yet are going back to school?”

“That’s an easy one, Draco. So many Aurors were killed during the battle and its aftermath, that some sort of recruitment had to take place immediately. Harry’s DADA training stood us all in good stead, and the actual practicalities of the battle honed our instincts. They altered the rules to allow those whom Harry had trained to become active Aurors under supervision if they so wished. They grade us every other month. We’re all grade three at the moment. Grade three and upwards are allowed various surveillance duties, hence our quick response to your collar.”

“So, Harry, what grade are you?”

“I’m not, Draco. I was shown round by a very persuasive Kingsley and I haven’t said no. However I indicated I wanted some time off before making a decision. Since then I’ve become involved in learning how to be a good head of two illustrious houses, there’s quite a bit to learn.”

“Hmm … as you know … Father gave me some insights before Voldie returned. He used to say it was quite hard work.”

“Right … That’s useful … you can continue sharing those insights with me; I’m still floundering around quite a lot.”

“Love to, though I’ll avoid that entire supremacy thing, if you don’t mind.”

“Changed your mind then, Ferret?”

“Ron; stop it. In my house you abide by my rules. Draco baiting is out. You made enough fuss at that dinner. Got it?”

“Yes Milord.” Ron gave Harry a cheeky grin.

“I mean it, Friend.” Harry’s eyes glowed dangerously.

Ron had learnt when not to push Harry, and changed his face to match. “Sorry Draco, I’ll try not to call you that again.”

Harry looked at Draco almost as dangerously.

“Apology accepted, W … Hmm … Ronald. I’ll also try to avoid riling you. I hear you like wizards’ chess.”

“You bet! I’d heard you were the Slytherin master. Shall we?”

Harry Accioed the Black family chess set and placed the table between his vassal and his best friend. They set too with gusto. After the first few explosions the two combatants studied the board in thoughtful silence, oblivious of the light hearted banter going on around them.