They made their way to the hotel. Draco had brought them so they could go to the final game in the North-American Quidditch league finals. Tomorrow the Denver Dementors would fight against the Toronto Tornados.
Draco assured them that the Dementors would win, and Harry just
had to contradict him, as always. He said, "No, I think the
Tornados might win, they are fighting in their turf."
Draco
sneered and drawled lazily, "Are you willing to make a bet?"
Harry
nodded. Draco continued, "If I win, you will satisfy one of my
fantasies, likewise for you. That OK?"
Harry gulped and said
that it was fine for him.
In the morning, Draco and Daphne were eating breakfast and wondering where was Harry when he sauntered through the suite's door, carrying a newspaper and trying not to gloat too much.
Daphne asked with foreboding, "What's the matter, Harry?"
Harry answered, "They finally have the results of the election, after having conceded to extraneous pressures – here he glared at Draco – and counting the results again, they came to the conclusion that Amelia Bones won the post of Minister of Magic."
Harry expected Draco to start swearing and breaking things, but he appeared completely unruffled and even –dare he think it? – satisfied at some scheme. Harry was curious.
He asked curiously, "Aren't you angry?"
Draco replied, "No. As a matter of fact I would have been completely satisfied with both of these choices. I supported Percy wholeheartedly, but I also knew the price he'd pay for my support in terms of the simpletons distrusting me. Now Percy is free to become the Undersecretary of Magic, Chief of Staff to Amelia Bones. He'll have all the mechanisms with which to effect change, he will also have the counsel and guiding influence of Amelia, whom I trust implicitly. It's a win-win situation."
"The simpletons will see that Percy lost and they will be satisfied that Draco Malfoy does not control their lives. Meanwhile they'll forget that Lucius won the job as Chief Warlock. The purebloods will see that one of their numbers is honored with this post, and will be slightly more amenable to a truce."
Harry was in awe, "This was your plan all along!" Draco answered, "Not as such. The details came out and I used what the situation provided, as a good Slytherin should."
After a hasty lunch, they left for the Stadium, which was in the suburbs of Toronto. They found the tents first, among the general rowdiness of the excited wizards and witches. They bought souvenirs from the Dementors (for Draco) and Tornados (for Harry). Daphne just liberally took from her mates' stashes and if they even looked at her crossly, she would glare at them.
Draco had tickets to preferential seats, right behind the Canadian Minister of Magic. The Minister turned out to be a long time friend of the Malfoys and they struck a conversation.
Eventually the game started. The Dementors' players were good, especially the Seeker and the Beaters, but the Tornados appeared to have the better team, more balanced. Harry was bouncing, figuring what he'd get Draco to do in his private fantasy.
Both Draco and Daphne looked at him worriedly. They followed the action in the pitch using magical glasses. The Tornados had many goals, and the score was Dementors 120, Tornados 210. Harry was almost tasting the sweet smell of victory.
Suddenly everybody was out of their seats and screaming. Harry looked around wonderingly and noticed that the game appeared to have ended. He looked at the score board and saw that the final tally was Dementors 270, Tornados 220. It seemed the Dementors won, thanks to the Seeker, and he'd lost. Now he had to fulfill a fantasy of Draco's. Harry hoped it was something nice, that he could get into. He started to get hard.
He was startled when Draco's breath ghosted over his face. He said, "You will be interested to know my fantasy, Harry. I want you to visualize how Daphne looks as you are making love to her. Picture her blond locks in disarray, her green eyes alive, her body pliant below yours. Imagine yourself with her. Now think about me, poised above you. When you enter her, I enter you. When you move around and inside her, I move inside you. You are caught between blonds. You will not escape so easily."
By that time, Harry was painfully hard. He was so hot and bothered by the description of the fantasy, that he felt he could come very easily. But Draco moved away after smirking at him. Harry huffed, "Teaser!"
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They spent the next days sightseeing Toronto. Harry loved America and its cities, but he positively grew to yearn for the open spaces here, the careful mix of the Old and New World, the joviality of many people.
He told Draco and Daphne his reaction to living in Canada . The blonds, after looking at each other meaningfully, started talking. Daphne said, "So you love Canada . You would like to live here?"
Harry replied, "Yes."
Draco continued, "While the main address will continue to be in Britain , I can't help but think that it would be a great idea if we bought a house here. We could spend one or two months here every year. Is that thought agreeable to you?"
Harry didn't answer but instead launched himself at the blonds. He snaked an arm around Draco and the other around Daphne and kissed them thoroughly.
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They dedicated themselves to acquiring a residence. They found a nice magical cottage with 10 rooms, and 4 house elves. They bought it and refurbished it. Harry found to his surprise that he seemed to have a knack for finding out the correct furniture, colors, functions and blending it all together. The other members of the Silver trio were appreciative of Harry's hitherto unknown taste.
The house ended up looking very inviting. Draco suggested that they should put it under Fidelius. When Daphne asked who would be the Secret-Keeper, Draco surprised them saying, "Obviously Harry. He is the one who has invested most in the house. This should be a place where he can come when he wants to, maybe when the pressures of the world are too much. He should also have the choice of who to invite over."
The Fidelius charm was cast and Harry was the Secret-Keeper. Immediately he sent Draco and Daphne two notes saying:
The Marauders' Cottage can be found in Scarborough Fair 45, Toronto, Canada
Draco couldn't resist needling Harry. He said, "Marauders? I
see you're still fond of the memory of your father and friends. Are
we the next Marauders, Harry?"
Harry replied calmly, "No, we
are better than them. They were immersed in the morass of house
prejudices. They played most of their pranks on the Slytherins. I
like to think that we look much farther than that, at least most of
the time."
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Time flew rapidly in their Northern enclosure. Harry felt right at home with the invigorating climate, and the people. Daphne kept taking Healer refresher courses, and Draco was busy with putting into motion his plan to hopefully diminish the dangers to the world. He'd also managed to wheedle Amelia Bones enough that the Malfoys were offered complete pardons for prior misdeeds. The orders to seize any Malfoy land or money were deemed unlawful by this Government. That obviated the need for the Fidelius charm, but Draco had grown cautious. He'd keep the charm around many of the Malfoy properties, including the Manor.
They spent an enjoyable and peaceful 4th of July holiday. They watched as autumn came to the land, and the leaves started to lose their vibrant colors and turned red or brown.
Approximately a month after they had come to Toronto, Draco spoke with Daphne and Harry. "We have one more stop on this side of the ocean. We will fly to Brazil in six days' time."
Daphne asked, "Why? I don't think all that sun will be
agreeable to my skin."
Draco replied, "It's something that
needs to be done, and I'm sure you'll love the beaches in Rio de
Janeiro."
Harry asked, "Will we be taking the Learjet?"
Draco
answered, "It will take us most of the journey. The last part we'll
have to use other means, because they don't have an airport long
enough."
Daphne paled, she swore under her breath, "Primitive!"
Draco continued unperturbed, "I'm sure you will both be enjoying yourselves." Draco was privately a little worried. The news from home was not very upbeat. Narcissa was all right, but Healer Iolande Auerbach had indicated that she needed to spend the last two months under strict bed regimen. She wasn't allowed full liberty of movement for her own good, but Draco knew how impatient his mother could get. This would surely be a great burden for Lucius, Andromeda and Severus, although judging by Andromeda's letter, Severus appeared to enjoy a close relationship with Healer Auerbach. He had even smiled!
Draco wanted his godfather to find someone to love, someone who would be there for him, to finally be free of Lilly Potter's ghost. Draco was appalled by the story of the liaison between Lilly and Severus. He wasn't bothered by it, so much as by the unfairness of it all. He could have stomached a situation where Lilly and Severus had a torrid affair and later Severus, remembering it, grew despondent and became a slave to the sacred idea of a Lilly in need.
The truth was quite insipid. There was no affair, Snape was manipulated so he would fall prey to the idea of a pure, untouchable Lilly, and he proceeded to waste 20 years of his life mooning over the idea of perfect Lilly. Draco would gladly throw a party to whoever broke this curse.
Draco felt he needed to be there, but he also felt he required to finish this back-up plan, or he would never do it. As always, the welfare of the world won out. Draco cursed inwardly his growing streak of Gryffindorish tendencies. Maybe living with Harry was changing him into a Gryff! Draco shuddered and continued on other trains of thought.
Eventually Draco went to his sparring lessons with Harry and Daphne. The Silver trio agreed that they needed to stay in top form, given the endless supply of bad guys. They used this time to practice spells Light and Dark, to learn about wandless combat, both magical and Muggle. They had even used the time to research unknown spells.
It was Daphne who found the solution to Harry's challenge. She leapt and tossed the book into the air, before catching it. Draco and Harry looked on, both curious by her outburst and a little wary. Daphne commented, "I was researching for the cure for werewolves when I found a note leading to a book written in 1765, Magickal Perils by Stradiva Gnute. In that book I found the account of a man who implanted his son with a deep compulsion to help people, to run into danger, to be a hero. Ten years later he realized the futility of the spell, he repented and tried to take it off the young man. It says here that the compulsion can be cured as long as the caster wills it so, it only requires some swishes and flicks and a Finite Incantatem."
Daphne and Draco were elated, they soon noticed, however, that Harry was moody and downcast. When asked why, he replied, "Dumbledore is dead. Who will undo the spell?"
Daphne replied, "Harry, we have a perfectly serviceable Dumbledore who is bound to the Hell painting. He can be persuaded to retire the cast if we insinuate that we will put him in a worse landscape."
Harry smirked in a decidedly Slytherin way.
Draco left to write a note to Severus and get him to send the Hell portrait with a hopefully subdued Dumbles. Draco fought hard not to include any leading questions about Healer Iolande, he didn't want to jinx the situation.
Three days later, after an irate Severus sent them a scorching missive upbraiding them for making difficult the delivery by not taking into account the Fidelius charm, the painting arrived, delivered by a seemingly impressive squadron of owls. You could easily distinguish which were the Malfoy owls, because they were primping and glaring at the others, and the school owls just took everything nonchalantly and kept on doing their thing.
When Harry saw the painting, he shuddered. It was really hellish. After Draco and Daphne spoke in low tones to a haggard-looking Dumbledore, who had lost the sparkle in his eyes, he accepted to end the spell.
Eventually Draco sent a wand to the painting. Dumbledore looked at Harry wanly and accompanied by the correct swishes and flicks, said, "Finite Incantatem!" The compulsion ended and Harry immediately noticed that he felt lighter, freer than ever before. He was still curious about some things, but he no longer had the unendurable compulsion to try to find out all mysteries, all dangers that hovered in the horizon.
Then Draco used the Elder wand to vanish Dumbledore's wand. He put the painting back in the case it came from and motioned for the House elves to come and safely lock the case away.
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In the last night of their stay in Canada , Draco led Harry to the bedroom, where the Gryffindor Seeker saw the voluptuous figure of a naked Daphne. He got hard very rapidly, especially considering the pressure on his backside from Draco's groin.
Draco growled and said, "Time to pay up!" He pushed Harry into the bed, where he fell onto Daphne and started kissing her. Harry could feel the spell cast by Draco as it vanished all their clothes.
Soon he was looking down into green eyes, as passionate as his, and he felt Draco guide his cock into Daphne. Afterward he felt Draco's member breach him, he opened his legs wider to permit easier access, and he continued riding Daphne, while he was being ridden in turn.
Sometimes he could get a little lazy and just react to Draco's plowing him, but Daphne demanded his attention. He was in seventh heaven. He knew he had the blonds like no one else would, they were his, and he was theirs. It was all he could ever want. It was raw and intimate, but it was also tender, caring and loving.
Soon he was sure that Daphne climaxed and he proceeded to do the same, clenching around Draco's tool, which caused the Slytherin Seeker to finally come.
Eventually they all fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms. Harry, surrounded by his blonds; Daphne, enclosed by her Seekers; and Draco, encircled by his beloved green eyes.
tbc
Happy Christmas!
