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Malfoy for Minister	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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AN: Ooh, coming closer to the next concubine. Any guesses on who comes next? Oh, just had to throw that pun in. (he he)

Phoenix5: I understand about biology, genetics, etc. Call it a wizard thing. Or just say it is how the potion works. Why would pure-bloods need to have fertile male concubines, unless they wanted to produce heirs by them? So, all boys. Mainly, I just don't want people wasting their efforts guessing what sex the babies will be. The men who take the potion, have boys. Okay?

AR: Oh, yes I can. It hasn't begun to get interesting. I have several others for the minister to bed.

Bre95: I'll be more active for a while, since school is out and I've been feeling very motivated. Thanks for your cheering, it made my day.

Unneeded: Of course the law is biased. But, I never said it was permanent. The potion that makes him able to bear is, but not the concubineship. As for inequality, yep. There's that. But, it's not a servitude deal, it's more like a contract. More like a legal way to go around the birthing laws and make the babies heirs. I think it's explained a little better in this chapter. Oh, and check the warnings. Neville is in there, under the DM/'s.

Chapter Ten: The Minister's Castle

Draco Malfoy was voted into the office of Minister by more than seventy percent of the wizarding population, and a surprising majority of the great houses. He gave his acceptance speech in the atrium, in front of the newly made fountain. The press was out in force and Harry stood beside him, holding his hand and smiling for the cameras.

The end of the month was marked by these election results and a unanimous vote of the Wizengamut to release the Malfoys from their house arrest. Draco was now Minister of Magic and it wouldn't do to keep the Minister's family locked in their own home. Plus, Draco moved into the Minister's Castle, which hadn't been occupied in years, since Molly wouldn't be moved out of the Burrow.

Lucius and Narcissa stayed with them, off and on, but the manor was their home, even as it had been their place of imprisonment. Memories of these times merged to make them wish for some time away. They spend the first month of Draco's time in office at the castle and then took a tour of Europe for the following two weeks.

The committee that Draco had formed, for the purpose of integrating muggleborns, halfbloods and pures, still met but in a special conference room, on the first floor of the Minister's castle. Hermione loved the place, and often came early, hoping to have some time to explore. Draco was lenient with her, so long as she stayed clear of the third floor, the east wing and his office, unless he was there and the door was opened.

Harry had no such conditions, and he was willing to show her everything he had found, since he spent more time there than she did. He took her to the kitchens, the house elf quarters and the yard, where more than just potions ingredients, flowers and vegetables were growing. There was a small grove of trees where he had arranged for some misplaced creatures to live, with Draco's knowledge and approval, of course. There was a unicorn, two hippogryphs and a chimeara. Harry showed her how to greet each one and took her for a ride on the unicorn. It was the first time she had felt safe on an equine's back.

After they had lived in the castle for only two days, she admitted her concern that she was less helpful on the committee, because she hardly got out to hear the public opinion. Her only trips into the world consisted of trips to buy supplies at Diagon Alley and a few ventures into Hogsmeade, to visit Alberforth.

“So, if you want to hear what people have to say about the Ministry, go out and find them. You are the bravest girl I know.” Harry assured her. “Just be careful, okay?”

“You're right, Harry. I'll do it. I was going to visit Molly and Arthur this weekend, but instead, I'm going to Cokesbury. There's a small wizarding village there, and I think I can blend in and find out how they feel about Malfoy and his election.”

“Good girl.” Harry patted her on the shoulder and smiled. Bitsy popped in, surprising both young people, and frowned at Harry. “What is it?” he asked.

“Master Draco is been looking for Master Harry. Master Harry forgot to tell Bitsy he was going to gardens.”

“I didn't get you into trouble, did I?” he asked but the elf was now pulling him to his feet and glaring at Hermione. “It was my idea, Bitsy. Don't be angry at Hermione. She needed to talk, and it's very peaceful out here. What does Draco want, anyway?”

“Bitsy does not ask what Master wants. Bitsy just gets Master Harry, when Master Draco is in Master Harry's new room and waiting.”

“Oh.” Harry blushed fuchsia and brushed off his pants before he took the elf's hand. “See you later, Hermione.” he waved and winked as he was apparated to a room.

Draco had shown Harry around the room, nothing really special, after the rooms he and James shared in the manor, but quite large and well decorated. He looked around, noted the joining doors to other rooms, a nursery where James would live, a room for when the boy was too old for that and to a bathroom with a large tub and walk-in closet. He thought the other rooms more than adequate for James and any other children he would have, but the best part of the room was a sitting area below the raised platform to the right where the bed was. There was a desk, three chairs and a low table for tea or wizard chess, or any other thing that might be done with friends. He turned back to the blond who was waiting by the door.

“This is for me? I thought I was going to stay in your room.”

“You should have your own room. It can be this or another suite if it's not suitable.” Draco smirked.

“I had no idea that the Minister had such a place. I wonder why Arthur never moved here. Ron could have had a room like this for the past few years.” Harry realized that Draco was frowning, so he shook his head at his own comment. “I love the room. I could live here quite easily.”

“Good, cause it comes with a condition. You have to bond to the room.”

“What?”

“We've only been joined as Lord and Concubine for a few weeks, so you're not used to the lack of freedom that comes with such a bond, but this is the part that I've put off. Bitsy!” the same elf that had taken care of James at the Manor arrived with a soft pop and Draco waved her over to his side. “Take out your wand, drink this potion, in this room, while holding Bitsy's hand, and you'll be bound to the room. We'll have a similar potion for James, but he doesn't go out often, so it's not as severe. It means that you have to be in my presence, or Bitsy's, whenever you are out of these rooms. If something happens that Bitsy, or I, cannot protect you from, we just have to apparate away and you'll be returned here, safe and sound. No one can get to you by holding onto you, either, cause it only brings you and your wand back. Nothing that touches you comes with.”

“Nothing? What about my clothes?”

“Nothing. I'll make sure you have plenty of clothes, and you can dress when you get here. No one can enter here without your permission, so it's not like you'd find yourself in a crowd, in your starkers. Only you, James or I can enter. Other than the elves, that is. Bitsy would never bring anyone here without your permission.

“Okay. I guess, I can do this. Give me the potion.” Harry pulled out the holly wand, took the vial in the same hand, and reached for the elf with his free hand. It was difficult to hold the vial, while still handling his wand, but with an adjustment or two, he managed. Malfoy watched him drain the vial and smiled when he was handed back the empty container.

“Now, we'll need to test it. Bitsy, take him to the parlor, then leave him. After a bit, retrieve his things, but don't bring them in here. Take them to be cleaned. We may need a bit of time to talk about his experience.”

“Yes, Master Draco.”

Harry was jerked from the room, a feeling alien to wizards that had few dealings with elf apparation, but more comfortable to him after all his experiences. He arrived in the Parlor, where Lucius and Narcissa were meeting with another older couple. “Harry? Have you come to join us?” she asked.

“Sorry, no. Just testing out a potion.” he offered.

“Oh, the binding one. Go, Bitsy. I'd like to see if this one is as effective as Draco says. Pay attention, Dimella. This is part of the concubine series that my son is working on.” Lucius said to the woman.

Bitsy blinked out and Harry felt suddenly disoriented. He was flushed with cool air and the room spun around him, causing dizziness and nausea. As quickly as it came, it left him and he stood in the same place he had drank the potion in his suite, his wand in his hand and as naked as a newborn babe.

“That's pretty hot, from this angle.” Draco said and Harry turned to find him lounging on the bed, his robes open to display his turgid flesh, being stroked by his own hand.

“That's pretty hot, too.” Harry agreed sauntering over.

“I've managed two problems, haven't I?” Draco asked and Harry stopped and stared at him.

“What two?

“Your safety, and that spell you asked about that could make your clothes come off faster?”

“Yes, that too.” Harry climbed over the blond and pressed his body onto his lover. “But, you still have on far too much.” and he proceeded to disrobe his Minister, with the use of his hands, his teeth and even his toes at one point.

Draco helped as little as possible, letting Harry explore his body, and getting more turned on as he did so. When he was bare, he lifted Harry's hips and shifted beneath him, guiding his cock with one hand as Harry lowered onto the firm flesh.

Draco gasped, the tightness squeezing him because Harry had not waited for preparation or been using Draco's toy this time. It made the blond buck up into the Savior even harder.

Bill was in Romania, breaking some small curses on some of the equipment that Charlie's boss had purchased for the dragon preserve. He took a break when Charlie brought him a tall glass of lemonade and some of the special hollicrack cakes that the dragon tamers preferred when in the ranges. “So, tell me more about the Malfoy curse.” Charlie asked and Bill sighed.

“Well, to begin with, our ancestors were right berks. Our great-great – something, Grandfather cursed the entire Malfoy line, basically killing unborn babies, for what it's worth, just because a Malfoy got the girl.” Bill took a long swallow of the sweet lemonade. “I felt so bad, and then I remembered some of the shit that's gone down in our own generation. Think about it, Char. Dad and Lucius have been at it for years, but Malfoy only throws around insults, uses legal banter to give Dad shit, but he's never actually thrown a curse at a one of us. It's pure-blood shit. He's been the better man, even though the curse was intended to shove all of our darkness into his family. And Dad!”

“Yeah, I heard about the last law he passed. Why didn't he just amend it, or take it back, or something?”

“Hermione said that the law was stamped with the official seal of the Minister, with Dad's blood. It's permanent, and only can be unbound by the death of the particular Minister that signed it. So, unless someone kills our father, the law stands. Even Draco won't go that far.”

“I hope not!” Charlie said. “So, what's the solution?”

Bill ran his hand through his hair, dislodging his ponytail and sending it floating free in a soft ginger wave. “That's where Harry Potter comes in.”

“You don't mean he has to be sacrificed, or something? That boy's done enough for our community.”

“No. I mean, unless you think of it that way, which some people have. He's helping Malfoy with resurrecting an old law, some archaic thing from the dark ages, where a Lord, or just a head of a house, an heir to a family line, say, can take a concubine, have some kids, and they are legally able to inherit. He's already bound Harry and they are going to try to have a Malfoy baby.”

“Bill, you sound upset. Harry did agree to this, right?” Bill nodded. “So, it should work? Malfoy can get Harry preggers with a potion, and then he'll be a father?”

“Yeah, yeah. He agreed. He's already taking the potion, made by Malfoy, even. They wouldn't trust anyone else to brew that. They'll have a baby, sooner or later.”

“So, what's the problem?” Charlie shied back when Bill turned and glared at him.

Draco leaned against his desk, his expression gruff. He had not forgotten the intensity of Neville's plea or the situation that had prompted his visit or request. He snapped his fingers and a larger than usual elf in an apron constructed from a paisley bit of curtain apparated in with a soft pop.

“Master calls Hulga?” Draco sat on one of his leather divans.

“You have been observing Lord Longbottom, as I directed you?”

“Hulga has.”

“What have you to report?”

The elf dropped to her knees in front of him and Draco placed his palm onto her forehead, closing his eyes and concentrating.

When a wizard was trained in occlumency and legilimency, as Draco was, a connection with the elves in his service could give him a clear view of what the elf had seen within the last few hours or scenes the elf wanted to share.

Neville was in his Lady's Parlour, and he stood in front of a full-length mirror, admiring himself as he turned from side to side. His hair hung down in soft black waves, curling up on his shoulders, where his salmon pink blouse puffed out in ruffled sleeve caps and a lace edged collar.

Draco snapped his hand away, cutting the connection and abolishing the image from his consciousness. “Does he do that often?”

“Every day. The Longbottom be much calmer after changing clothes and looking at self.”

“Calmer? Interesting.” Draco went to his desk and lowered himself gracefully. “Continue watching and inform me if there is any change in Lord Longbottom's behavior.”

When he was alone again, Draco leaned his elbows on his desk, lacing his fingers and resting his chin on them. He stared ahead until Harry knocked on his door and poked his head into the room.

“You busy?”

“Come in, come in, Harry. I was just thinking. What brings you down?”

“You can go now, Bitsy. I'm with Master Draco. So, Hermione is coming tonight for the meeting, and I thought I'd use the time to visit with Ron. He's been alone a lot. I'll be safe with the elf and that bonding thing. What do you think, Draco?”

The blond smiled and gestured him closer. “I think it's a good idea. Your friends would miss you if you were lost to them. I'd miss you if I couldn't see you so often. How are you feeling about all this?” Draco stood and pulled on Harry's jumper, closing the distance between them. “Is it still exciting, Harry?”

They were close enough that Harry could feel the heat from Draco's breath on his cheek. The soft puffs of air sent heat right down to Harry's groin and stirred his blood. “I like it when you say my name like that.”

Draco pulled back and stared at him, processing what he had said. A smile, with a taint of a smirk, blossomed on his face and his eyes sparked like polished silver. “Well, I'm still excited.” he said before sliding his arms around Harry's waist and pulling him into a toe curling kiss.

Harry bit his lip to hold back a cry as the head of his penis butted up to the back of Draco's throat. The blond did not choke or gag, but swallowed hard and the constriction sent a wave of sensation to Harry's brain.

Ginny had often complained about his size, denying him sex for days when she claimed a need to recover from his ardor and circumference. Draco made no complaint, even staring in wonder, mapping with his hands and cooing at Harry's cock before he engulfed it to the best of his ability, only moments before.

The edge of the desk bit into his thighs, where his skin was bared from the loss of his pants and trousers and the cool wood against his buttocks was smooth and polished. Draco sat in his chair pushed away from the desk enough to comfortably leaned down and take Harry's bits into his mouth. It was a position the Chosen-one never dreamed they would take.

“Mmmm . . . Dr-a-co.” he groaned the the blond looked up.

“Yes, Harry?”

“So-o go-od.” was as coherent as he could manage.

“Mmm, yes.” Draco agreed, running two fingers down the shaft from the glans to his bullocks. “Amazingly, good. As soon as you carry my child, I want to have this glorious weapon inside of me.”

“Oh, God!” Harry cried, the words increasing his arousal exponentially.

“Master will suffice, my sweet sex slave.” Draco said, swallowing the tool before his consort could respond.

“Ahh! Draco!” Harry screamed as he spilled into the new Minister's esophagus. Draco wiped his face and smirked up at his concubine. He stood and flipped the Chosen-one over, propping his robe under Harry's hips to soften the surface.

It only took a moment to prep the brunet and enter him. Harry panted as his lover thrust into his body, his own prick rising in response. The desk rocked and three quills floated to the floor.

Draco's moves became stunted, jerking the desk so hard the drawers began to rock open. Harry was close, but the blond was closer. “Oh, Merlin! So hot. So sexy.” he cried, slamming his lover until the desk legs lifted off the ground and slammed back down. “Shit, so close!”

“Yeah. Fuck me, Draco. Pound me!” Harry shouted driving the blond over the top.

They came down, laying across the desk, still connected and breathing heavily. Harry's cum slid down the drawer front and dripped onto the varnished wood floor, pooling up into a creamy oval. Draco lazily waved his wand, cleaning them both before flopping back onto his concubine. As they regained their strength, Leela popped in and startled them.

“Master, wizards from committee have arrived. Leela put them in tea room.”

“Thank you, Leela. I'll be there in a bit. Serve them some tea, and petit fors.” Draco stood up and gathered his pants, shaking them out before casting a pressing charm on the wrinkled fabric. Harry pushed up on his elbows, waiting until Draco returned for his robe. Draco sighed as he rolled his lover off of the abused garment. “Bitsy! Come and take Harry to his room. He'll need to clean up before he goes to see his friend.”

“Thanks, Minister. I'll be home by dinner.” Harry jumped up and pulled on his clothes, taking the elf's hand and popping into his rooms to shower and dress for his visit.

Hermione was distracted for the entirety of the meeting, her mind going to the burrow where Harry and Ron were hanging out without her. She missed the red-haired wizard, but not for the reason she thought. She missed his friendship, the camaraderie that he and Harry used to share with her. The meeting dragged on, and she was hoping it would end soon.

Draco observed the muggleborn witch, wishing he had withheld the information when asked where Harry was, but knowing it would not have helped. She would have searched him out, if Draco had told her that he was under the weather, or some other lame excuse. He was not prepared for anyone outside of the family to know about the condition of exclusion that kept all non-family, or unmated guests, from entering the concubine's personal chambers. It was one of the throwback parts of the laws that had to do with the ancient custom of keeping a harem, and meant that the females were safe from outside impregnation. The ancients had also kept eunuchs to watch over their harems, but Draco was not about to engage in that barbarity.

“Miss Granger, what have you noticed since the elections, with regards to your circle of influence?” Althea Downtower asked as she looked at the door one more time.

“Oh, sorry. Okay, so there has been some backlash from the election. There is a pro-pure element that are claiming that Draco, eh . . Minister Malfoy is anti-muggleborn and that he only took Harry Potter as a concubine because he isn't one. He's half. It would be better, for them, if he was pure, but they are okay since his dad was. I think the solution . . .”

“We already know about it. It isn't a problem, yet. So, I think we should concentrate on the education issues. What is the word from Hogwarts?” Hermione huffed when Althea interrupted her and then turned to Gruffy. As if the old guy had more information about what was going on at the school than someone who had attended there within the last century.

Draco leaned back and watched the frustrated look fill the face of the younger witch. He tapped his quill against his hand and narrowed his eyes. “I'd like to hear Miss Granger's suggestion.”

Hermione looked up sharply, shocked that he had acknowledged her. “Oh, I was just saying, I think the real solution would be for you to take a muggleborn concubine, unless you don't want any more of them. I did research it, and most Lords took at least three. They would only keep one mistress, but a concubine was more like a legal contract, so their wives couldn't complain. It made their illicit conduct less like cheating. So, if you're going to follow the old ways, another concubine would be in order.” her voice only squeaked when she used the name of her own breeding, so she was fairly proud of herself.

“An interesting proposition.” Draco said, leaving the innuendo to float about the room. “But, I do not know many muggleborns. I don't think I could handle an arranged concubine bond, anymore than I was comfortable with the marriage contracts my parents suggested. I'll give this some thought. Now, you were saying that the Headmistress wishes to retire, Guffy?”

Happily, the blood that threatened did not rush to her face, and the warmth that fused her was not evident to the rest of the room. Hermione sat back and listened, watching the blond Minister out of the corner of her eye.

Ron was sick, or that's what he claimed, so Harry sat with him while he drank soup and let his mother coddle him in his room. He looked it, too. His hair was lank and dirty looking, his unmatched PJ's were sweat soaked and his eyes were shadowed with lethargy. Harry worried about his friend more than ever. Bitsy kept telling him that “The Weasley is not ill. The Weasley is bothered.” and Harry had to agree.

“Why is that elf here, Harry? Doesn't Malfoy trust you to visit us? Is he afraid you'll get sick on my mum's cooking?”

“Bitsy is just here to help. She goes everywhere I go, but not cause I can't be trusted, or your family, but the public is a problem. I'm the Minister's mate. It's an invitation to some fanatics, especially since I'm the bloody Chosen-One, too. Just ignore her, I do.” Bitsy glared at him, and he smiled at her. She turned back to where she was banishing dust and doxies from the room.

“How can you stand it? It'd drive me crazy, having someone monitoring my every move.”

Harry looked up to see Molly hovering in the hall, her eyes squinting to see if Ron was any worse. “Yeah, I know. You'd never be able to live like this. But, it's not like you'd make a good concubine for anyone, anyway. I mean, you're not even interested in some gorgeous blond pure-blood with an amazing cock and . . .”

“Hey! I'm sick here, don't say things like that. Are you trying to make me hurl?”

Harry woke feeling ill, his body tired and worn, his legs and feet bloated and his arms sapped of energy. He willed himself to his feet and stumbled across the room, calling for Bitsy. The elf popped in, then popped out, returning with the blond minister. “What's wrong, Harry?”

“Feel like shit, that's what. Is there something you should tell me?”

“Oh, well there is a side effect towards the last few doses of the potion. You are about to become a woman, Potter. Bitsy, bring Master Potter some of the supplies I had you get.”

Harry glared at Draco throughout breakfast, lunch and dinner. He sat stiffly at the table and even Lucius was gracious enough to keep his comments to himself. After they had retired to their rooms, but before Draco had the courage to face him, there was a knock on his door. When he opened it, Narcissa Malfoy stood before him. “Mrs. Malfoy?”

“I thought we agreed to be less formal, Harry?” she said. “May I come in? This may require a great deal of familiarity.”

“I'm not really feeling . . . Yes, yes. Come in, please.” Harry pulled out his desk chair for the woman and she perched primly in it.

“I never expected to be having this discussion with the man my son had taken for a mate. I actually thought I was off the hook when I had a son and no other children. Here goes. This is a very important part of your life . . .”

Harry was too horrified to speak as Narcissa explained about the joys, and horrors, of the female body, or in his case his changed parts, and by the time she was finished, and had asked for his questions, he was bright red, but glad just the same. He didn't know anything, it seemed. The woman's words were insightful, and full of information he needed to use for his new life. He smiled, and nodded to her.

“Thank you, Narcissa. I'm fine, now. I'll let you know if I have any questions, but I think I get it. I'm just gonna have to change the way I think about myself, at least once a month.”

“Oh, I hardly think that my son will let that be a problem for years. You won't have to deal with this little curse for the duration of your gestations. It was one of the perks of pregnancy.”
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