The Last Horcrux

Thestrals

Dudley and Draco started going out to Malfoy Manor on the weekends and fixing it up. There was a lot to do. There were doxies in the drapes, a demiguise under the sofa. A boggart had taken up residence in the downstairs bathroom. Draco got rid of the doxies, but left boggart for Dudley to practice his patronus charm with. In the end the demiguise proved nearly impossible to extract. He left it with the vague idea that the fur might be useful. As for the ghoul in the attic, he knew better than to try to get rid of it. His mother had tried and failed to banish it throughout his childhood. She had hired a series of magical exterminators and exorcists, but the ghoul had outsmarted them all and had remained stubbornly put.

It was too cold to work outside so they started cleaning up the interior. The parlor was a mess. The fallen chandelier lay in the center of the room, surrounded by big chunks of plaster from the ceiling. Everything was coated with layers of debris and dust. They swept it all up. Dudley used his carpentry skills to repair the broken ceiling and Draco levitated the chandelier and attached it with a charm. They went through the rest of the house methodically, removing dust covers from the furniture, sweeping and polishing. They hired a team of free house elves to repair the broken front stoop and attach the door properly.

One Saturday afternoon they took a break and built a fire in the newly cleaned up parlor. Winkie brought them a tray with butterbeers and sandwiches. Dudley started doing his calisthenics on the rug in front of the hearth. Draco sat on the sofa and watched him as he went through his routine of push ups and lunges.

"This place would make a good B and B," Dudley grunted as he rolled onto his back and started doing crunches.

"B and what?"

Dudley paused. "Don't you blokes have those?"

"No. Whatever they are."

"Weird." Dudley shook his head and continued doing sit ups.

"You're so bent," said Draco watching the muscles in his thighs, clenching and unclenching with each repetition, the sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. His breath was coming in short huffs as his powerful shoulders moved up and down. Draco swallowed, feeling the muscles in his throat, the rise and fall of his Adam's apple. The demiguise rustled under the sofa.

"99, 100," Dudley gasped. He looked up at Draco and grabbed his hand. "I can prove it to you if you like," Dudley said with a grin. He brought Draco's knuckles to his lips.

"What about the sandwiches?" Draco said.

Dudley glanced over at the tray Winkie had brought them. "They'll keep," he said.

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They went up to Draco's childhood bedroom. They stripped down and fell onto the bed. Dudley lay on top, pressing Draco into the bed with the full force of his body, his hard-on pressed into Draco's belly. Draco's own erection rose up to meet him. Dudley ran his mouth gently over the shell of Draco's ear. "I love you," he whispered, his breath warm and soft. His hands were moving, touching Draco's chest, his belly, then his cock, caressing lightly, teasing him, until Draco was panting. A small moan escaped his lips.

"You like that?" said Dudley with a grin. "How bout this?" He made a ring of his fingers, and stroked Draco's penis in earnest. Draco arched his back, feeling the pleasure course through him. At last he pushed Dudley's hand away.

"Stop," he said with a foolish little laugh. "I'll get too far ahead of you." He kissed down Dudley's chest to his broad white belly. He looked at Dudley's cock. It was standing up in a nest of wiry brown hair. A single drop of semen had formed at the head. Draco took it in his mouth. He liked the feel of it, thick and heavy with need. He liked the salty taste of him, his gamey smell, his appreciative groans, the hungry way his hips thrust forward as Draco sucked him.