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The Further Adventures of Ginny Weasley	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 66776 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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Chapter 10 – Confrontations

AN

So, welcome to this, the last chapter of this story. I know some of you will be disappointed I didn’t address certain issues or plot ideas into this but, simply, I haven’t finished playing around in this HP universe. In fact, I’m currently working on a kind of OVA type story called ‘Bonkington Manor’ (err, it will become clear once you’ve read this chapter) which I hope to post in a few months. Anyway, this will tidy up a few plot points and lay the groundwork for future stories. I hope you enjoy!

“So, I’ve had this great idea for a series with a recurring cast,” Harry began.

Ginny, Sam, and Warren all looked at him with interest. They were all seated in Sam’s office to workshop projects for Ginny. As Harry had now taken the role as her primary scriptwriter, he was given first shake at pitching ideas.

“A Recurring cast? What is this, a porn soap opera?” Sam asked.

“Sort of. It’s more a costume drama with comedy elements. I call it ‘Bonkington Manor’.”

“Ha! I love it, my boy,” Warren chortled. “Tell me more.”

“It would be based in a stately manor, with the cast being split between toffs and servants,” Harry explained. “Jenny would be a new servant and so we could introduce a rotating cast through her eyes. You can imagine the opportunities this would give us. Not only would it put her back in a maids outfit, she could work her way through all the characters, male and female. The first scene would be the Lord of the Manor interviewing her for the job and what she would have to do to get it.”

“Yeah, that idea could have legs,” Sam said thoughtfully. “Think of all the situations you could set up. With a big cast, you could switch between them for each episode.”

“The only problem I can think of is location,” Harry continued. “While most scenes could be done using sets at the studio, we could really do with a proper manor house for location shoots. Any ideas, Warren?”

“Actually, I do. The owner of the group to which owns my distribution company owns a big pile near Guildford. He spends most of his time in Monaco so the house is empty most of the time apart from the live-in staff. He actually told me I could use the place if I needed a location. In fact, I’m sure he’d be happy for us to set up on a semi-permanent basis which would also reduce costs.”

“Great!” Sam exclaimed. “I can think of quite a few actors and actresses who would be keen on doing this, too.”

“And I can think of numerous markets we could sell a show like this,” Warren agreed. “Only one problem – I won’t be able to direct it.”

“Why not?” Ginny demanded. She almost exclusively worked with Warren these days and trusted him totally.

“Because my dear lady wife has arranged for the two of us to undertake a wine tasting tour of Italy which will last for six months,” he revealed. “She’s been planning this for ages as I suspect she’ll want to retire to that part of the world in a few years and she wants to spend quite a bit of time out there to make sure she’s comfortable.”

“Bugger,” Harry cursed.

“Fear not, dear boy. I’m more than happy to make arrangements to set the whole thing up and I can even recommend an alternate director. I’ve been mentoring a gentleman named Jon Radford. He’s a talented man and I’m sure would jump at the chance of a decent series like this.”

“Jon Radford? Wasn’t he a porn actor back a few years ago?” Sam asked.

“Yes, he was a performer in his younger years and knows the industry intimately. He made the decision to move behind the camera several years ago and has been working his way up ever since. Trust me, he knows what he’s doing.”

“Great. Well, I have scripts for a six-episode run pretty much worked out and I’ll let you have them in the next few days,” Harry promised.

“This is likely to take a bit of time to set up. Do you have anything for me in the meantime?” Ginny asked.

“Anything specific in mind?” Sam inquired. “I know you get bored with just basic shoots.”

“Actually, after getting jizzed on by a hundred blokes I think something simple would be good,” Ginny noted. “I wouldn’t mind even doing a few stripper gigs if you like. Just to keep my hand in.”

“Blimey, you’re a bit above all that, my girl,” Sam exclaimed. “Still, I have some gigs you could do if that’s what you want. Lucy is back doing some stripping so I could put you on the same bill.”

“What? Since when had Lucy been back on your books?” she demanded. “What happened to her catering course?”

“Oh, she’s still doing that, but money is a bit tight and she can make some pretty decent cash by just working a few evenings a week.”

“Well, sign me up! It will be great to work with her again!”

“No problem, Jenny. I take it you handsome boyfriend here will be accompanying you as a minder?”

“Bloody right!” Harry agreed. “I can’t wait to see her up on stage again.”

“Great! In the meantime, I’ll wait for your scripts before arranging for casting.”

Harry smiled and Ginny couldn’t help but notice how pleased he was that his idea had been picked up with virtually no questions. He really was enjoying his alternative career as a porn scriptwriter/distribution firm owner much more than his main job as an Auror. Although he didn’t say anything, Ginny suspected he was going to quit at some point and she didn’t blame him. The Ministry was full of idiots and his boss’s refusal to allow him to investigate Draco was a prime example of this.

Still, they had a plan for dealing with Malfoy… one she fully intended to take part in.

“Lucy!”

“Jenny!”

The two young women ran to each other and hugged tightly.

“You just saw each other last month,” Harry pointed out from behind them.

“Shut up, Harry!” Ginny snapped. “A month is too long and, besides, I’m excited that I’m working with my friend again.”

“Did you have to bring him?” Lucy gripped.

“Yeah, I sort of did. He’s providing security for me and, anyway, he said how much he was looking forward to seeing you strip.”

Lucy suddenly looked very uncomfortable while Harry just smiled benignly.

“I guess I’ll stand guard outside the door,” he told them before slipping out of the dressing room and closing the door firmly behind him.

“Seriously, did you have to bring him?” Lucy moaned. “Shit, I haven’t felt self-conscious about taking my clothes off in public for years, but with him watching me…”

“Don’t be daft,” Ginny lightly scolded her friend. “Stripping in front of Harry is no different to getting naked in front of any other bloke.”

“I disagree. I know he’s your bloke and everything, but he seriously scares the shit out of me, Jenny! It’s something in his eyes. He looks at me and I just want to go and hide somewhere.”

“Don’t be silly! He’s just like any other man and I bet he’ll be doing his best to hide his stiffy after you’ve performed.”

“I think that kind of makes it worse,” Lucy muttered. “Oh, by the way, I don’t think you’ve met the other girl on the bill tonight. Jenny, this is Susan Barker.”

Lucy indicated a tall, black-haired woman who was sat in front of the mirror. At the introduction, she turned and offered Ginny a regal smile. To her eyes, the woman appeared to be in her late twenties and had a certain elegance about her. She was undeniably pretty and the dressing gown she wore did little to hide her voluptuous figure.

“Hi, Jenny,” Susan greeted her in a soft voice. “It’s nice to meet you. Lucy’s told me all about you. It’s an honour to be on the same bill as someone as famous as you.”

“Famous? Only amongst pervy blokes who spend all their time wanking off to porn films,” Ginny replied. “Besides, Lucy is far more experienced than me and has appeared in loads more films then I have.”

“Yeah, I never got top billing though, did I? Everything you release, however, instantly goes to number one in the adult movie ratings.”

“What can I say? You taught me well, Lucy,” Ginny chuckled before turning back to Susan. “So, are you just a stripper or do you do porn as well?”

“I’ve certainly appeared in the odd film,” the graceful woman confirmed. “I’ve tended to specialise in dominatrix and S&M stuff, actually. I first met Lucy here when she was still doing that stuff.”

“Susan was indirectly responsible for me hooking up with Sam as my manager,” Lucy explained. “Seriously, if she hadn’t mentioned me to Warner I don’t think I’d be alive today.”

“Well, that bloke you were working for was a total cunt, wasn’t he? I wasn’t sorry to hear he’d overdosed a while back,” Susan said.

“Amen,” Lucy agreed.

Ginny smiled gratefully at Sue, glad that Lucy had at least one person on her side back in those days. Actually, the more she looked at Barker, the more an idea began to form in her head.

“I, for one, are bloody grateful you got Sam involved,” Ginny said. “Lucy has been a great friend to me and I’m really glad you were there for her.”

“Really, I didn’t do much,” Susan disagreed. “All I did was mention what a rough time Lucy appeared to be having to Sam Warner. She was the one who took the appropriate steps.”

“Yeah, but Sam wouldn’t have known about her unless you said something, would she?” Ginny pointed out. “So, do you still work a bit of the old dominatrix stuff into your act?”

“A bit,” Susan confirmed. “I mean, I used to beat blokes raw with a whip and make them lick my boots before I fucked them up the arse with a dildo. I hardly think I’m going to get any volunteers for that kind of act here, am I?”

“True! Still, I’m looking forward to watching you perform.”

A little while later, while the other two girls were busy with their make-up, Ginny stuck her head around the door where Harry was standing on guard. He looked around her with interest.

“Yes? Something you need, babe?”

“All I wanted to say was that you should watch the second act on the bill closely. Her name is Susan Barker and I think she would be perfect for the role of the Head Housekeeper in your Bonkington Manor.”

“Really? I’ll keep my eye on her.”

Ginny spent much of Lucy’s act getting ready, only catching the last few minutes of her friend’s performance. It was a fairly straightforward act, as the first person on stage should be, involving a basic striptease followed by Lucy using a dildo on herself for a while. Still, the crowd lapped it up and Ginny was pleased to see her friend back on stage and performing with such confidence.

There was a ten-minute break before Susan appeared on stage. The woman made an immediate impact as soon as she appeared, dressed as she was in a black and purple corset, black stocking and knickers, whilst holding a whip in her hand. She stalked the stage whilst dark, heavy music blasted out at a volume that physically shook the stage.

It was clear to Ginny that Barker was a master at this. She watched as Susan bent forward, exposing her cleavage, before turning around and shaking her extremely shapely backside, then rubbed herself between her legs with the whip. Basically, she teased the audience skilfully and kept the eyes of every man in the room glued to her.

Susan’s act involved audience participation but, rather than asking for a volunteer, she just walked up to the edge of the stage and pointed at a man. All it took was one crooked finger to get the bloke scrambling onto the stage. The man, a middle-aged guy with a slight beer gut and a receding hairline, was pushed into a chair while Susan circled like a shark.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Susan’s ‘volunteer’ experienced terror and arousal in equal measures. Barker was wearing thick, platform boots with vicious heels which she used to rub the man’s crotch. After leaving him fearing for his manhood, Susan removed her corset freeing the woman’s magnificent tits. While large and impressive, her breasts weren’t big enough to look false or out of place on her tall frame. She rubbed her nipples in the man’s face while she lightly slapped him with her whip.

Her knickers came off next, before she grabbed the man by the hair, dragging him forward and thrusting her crotch into his face. Susan ground herself into him for several minutes before releasing him. The man emerged from between her legs red-faced and gasping for breath. Under the stage lights, Ginny could see his nose and chin glisten were suggesting he was covered in the woman’s pussy juice. He was still breathing heavily when he was shoved back into the chair.

No protest was offered as his trousers were yanked down, followed immediately by his underwear, exposing his semi-rigid cock. Susan prodded his tool her heel and even slapped it several times with her whip. The man flinched but remained seated.

After torturing her victim for a while, Susan bent over him, grabbing his cock in her hand whilst giving the audience a perfect view of her pussy and arsehole. After grasping his dick, Susan began to pump it with her fist. She was a tall, powerful woman, and she wasn’t gentle. After a while, she shifted position, dropping to her knees to the man’s right, but she continued to wank him hard.

By this point, the man was writhing in his chair and moaning loudly. He still apparently didn’t dare to do anything to upset his new mistress, however, and stayed in place as Susan’s arm moved in a positive blur. There was a determined look on her face as she pounded the poor man’s now fully erect penis.

With a strangled cry, the man came. Ginny gasped as he shot a great stream of spunk several feet into the air. Susan didn’t let up, however, and continued to pump him as a second jet shot out of the end of his dick, followed by a third. Only then did Susan let up. She stood up and made a very public display of licking her fingers. Once she had licked up all the stray cum, she permitted her red-faced victim to scramble off the stage, giving him one last whack across the backside with her whip as he left.

Susan prowled the edge of the stage accepting the loud applause from the audience. Ginny couldn’t help but wonder if all the clapping was because they were scared that they would be dragged on stage if they didn’t show sufficient respect. Satisfied, she stalked off the stage at the side Ginny was standing. Dressed only in fishnet stockings and her fearsome boots, Barker was an impressive sight. Her large breasts swayed as she walked and she tossed her impressive mane of jet-black hair. The woman kept her pubic hair quite long and, for some reason, this suited her. Ginny felt Harry stir next to her and one look at his face showed how appreciative of her. Susan paused as she reached the pair of them.

“Enjoy the show?” she asked.

“Bloody right,” Ginny said.

“Yeah, you were fantastic,” Harry agreed.

“I’m glad,” the woman told them with a mysterious smile on her lips. She stalked off towards the dressing room with them watching the poetic motion of her buttocks as she went.

“Well, I think we’ve found the Head Housekeeper for our series,” Harry noted.

“Yeah, fucking sex on legs, isn’t she?” Ginny chuckled. “Oh, Harry? Do you think you can lay your hands on the mask you wore when you made that surprise appearance in my last film?”

“I think I can Summon it,” he confirmed. “Why?”

“Because I’m so horny at the moment I really think I need to be fucked during my performance. I rather thought you’d like to do it.”

“I’ll get my wand,” Harry confirmed.

“It’s all clear, Ginny. Come on through.”

At the sound of Harry’s voice, Ginny climbed through the open window and stood for a moment in the darkened room to allow her eyes to adjust. They appeared to be in a living room of some description, furnished just as lavishly as she’d been expecting.

The house did, after all, belong to the Malfoy family.

Harry’s frustration with his superiors had been mounting steadily for weeks. Despite it being abundantly clear that Draco Malfoy had access to income that no one could explain how he might legal come by, the Ministry of Magic seemed equally uninterested in investigating how he had come by his new wealth. Even the Minister himself, Harry’s friend Kingsley Shacklebolt, had been of the opinion that Malfoy was no threat to anyone and Harry should just let sleeping dogs lie, if only to prevent unrest amongst the purebloods, all of whom seem to think they’d been hard done by since the war. Despite that attitude being one of the reasons Voldemort had been able to gain power in the first place, nothing would change Kingsley’s mind. Harry had decided, therefore that he would take care of Draco, his way. Ginny, of course, had refused point blankly to be left out of it.

The plan was simple. They’d picked an evening when they knew Astoria, Draco’s intended, would not be at Malfoy Manor and then made plans to break in. One good thing about the Ministry restrictions still placed on Malfoy was that the manor was not heavily protected and, combined with Harry’s not inconsiderable skills, breaking in was a doddle. In fact, he hadn’t even had to use magic, just some lock picking skills he’d learnt from Ginny’s brother, George. They then intended to ambush Draco and persuade him to confess by any means. They would have a number of options at that point, ranging from making the blonde fool turn himself in to just blackmailing him. They would decide once they had a confession.

Briefly, Ginny had worried about what Harry had meant when he said ‘by any means’. She’s already seen him use an Unforgivable Curse on Oliver Wood, so wondered what he would be prepared to do to Draco. In the end, however, she realised that she simply didn’t care. Malfoy had made his own bed and now would have to lie in it.

Once their eyes had adjusted to the dim light of the room, they both headed over to the door and carefully opened it. It led out into a very grand entrance lobby, complete with a sweeping staircase. Due to the late hour and the fact that no lights could be seen in any of the ground floor rooms, they assumed Draco had taken to his bed. From Ministry records, Harry had been able to obtain a floorplan of the house and seemed to know where he was going.

“I’m going to go upstairs and see if I can find Draco,” Harry whispered to her. “You stay here and guard the front door just in case he manages to get behind me. Okay?”

“Yeah, let me know when you’ve captured him. I want to be in on the interrogation.”

“No problems. I’ll be back shortly.”

And with that, Harry stealthily headed up the stairs and out of sight. Ginny held her wand tightly in her hand listened intently, reasoning she would hear anyone approaching long before she saw them in the darkness.

Minutes felt like hours to her and she began to fear that something had gone wrong. The house was still deathly silent, though, and there was no outward sign that Harry was in trouble.

Eventually, it became too much for her. Unable to simply stand in the shadows and continue to wait, she started to creep forward until she reached the foot of the stairs. Still not hearing anything, she started to climb.

The staircase was an elaborate affair which halfway up featured a landing where the stairs then split into two, sweeping up into the darkness to either side of her. Ginny reached the landing and paused, uncertain which way Harry had gone. She had just decided to go to the right when a voice caused her to freeze.

“What the hell are you doing in my house, Weasley?”

Ginny turned her head and, to her horror, she saw Draco Malfoy standing at the top of the stairs dressed in silk pajamas and an expensive-looking dressing gown. He was also holding his wand which was pointed straight at her.

For a second, Ginny considered trying to dart to one side and try to send a curse at him, but she quickly realised she wouldn’t stand a chance. Despite being a scumbag, he was a competent magic user and a skilled duellist. He would cut her down before she could twitch. No, she had to buy time and hope that wherever Harry was, he had heard Draco’s voice.

“Hello, Draco. Getting ready for bed?” she purred.

“I asked what you’re doing here, bitch. If I don’t get an answer I’m going to curse you where you stand.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she replied, smiling warmly at him. “Actually, I came to see you.”

“Me? Why?”

“Well, I knew Astoria wasn’t going to be here tonight and I wanted to talk to you in private. You see, ever since I ran into you at that Ministry do, I’ve been thinking about you.”

“What are you trying to pull here, Weasley?” Draco sneered.

“You want me to be honest? Okay, I’m sick of Harry and his goodie-goodie ways. Besides, I think he’s shagging Luna Lovegood behind my back. I figured I would get my own back and who better to do that with than someone Harry loathes. Trust me, he’s pretty bloody useless in bed and I think I need a proper Pureblood to satisfy me. Well, Draco, are you up for scratching my itch?”

“I don’t believe you,” he spat, although she could see his expression had become curious. “You’ve always been drooling over Potter like a sick puppy. Am I really supposed to believe you’re turning on him? How did you even get in here, anyway?”

“Hey, sister of a Curse Breaker here,” she noted. “I admit, I was always enamoured of him, but that’s before I got to know him properly. He’s just so bloody boring and all he does is work, work, work! I’m just a young woman who wants some fun and I’m not going to get that with Potter.”

“Really?” Draco muttered, obviously becoming interested. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“You want me to prove I’m interested in you? Hmm, how about if I take my clothes off? Would that convince you?”

“Go on,” Draco instructed, gulping visibly, “but lose the wand first.”

Casually, Ginny tossed her wand away and smiled at him. Fortunately, Harry had decided that they dressed in normal clothes for the break-in. She would have had a hard time selling her story if she’d been dressed as a ninja. She let her jacket slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt which she pulled off without a moment’s hesitation. She stood with her hands on her hips, letting Draco gaze at her bra-clad chest.

“Want to see my tits?” she purred.

Draco said nothing but just nodded.

Ginny reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She teased him for a moment, pretending she was going to drop the garment several times before she casually let it drop to the floor. Strangely, as much as she despised Malfoy, she had no great concern at appearing topless before him. In her mind, he was just another punter at a strip show.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Why the hell would Potter pick Lovegood over you?” Draco muttered, clearly impressed.

“I guess I get a little wild for him at times,” she lied. “He’s too much of a goodie-goodie to handle me. I need a real man. Do you think you could handle me?”

“Lose the trousers,” Draco ordered, ignoring her question.

With a cheeky grin on her face, she slowly undid the button at the top of her jeans and lowered the zipper. With a giggle, she pushed her trousers down before pulling them over her trainers and then kicking them away.

“Want me to take my knickers off, too?”

“Yes,” Draco hissed.

With a nod, Ginny hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear and slowly pulled them down. Once they were around her ankles, she stood up straight before kicking them away. She then stood with her hands on her hips looking at Draco with a smug smile on her lips.

By this point Draco had started to massage the front of his pyjama bottoms with his spare hand, no doubt rubbing his stiffening cock. Realising that she still had to distract him until Harry arrived, Ginny pointed at his groin.

“Wouldn’t you rather that I did that for you?” she asked.

Although largely expressionless, Ginny could see that Malfoy was shaking slightly and his jaw was clenched. He gave only the slightest nod of his head to indicate that she could approach.

Swinging her hips in a provocative manner, Ginny climbed up the remaining stairs until her face was slightly above his groin level. With deliberate slowness, she pulled his silk dressing gown open before undoing the button on his pyjama bottoms. Despite herself, she was curious to know what the young man had in his pants. With a slight tug, she pulled his night ware down, allowing his erection to spring free.

If she was honest, she had been hoping that Draco had a tiny cock but, in truth, it was a respectable size and she felt a slight thrill at the sight of it. With her right hand, she reached out and grasped the throbbing cock firmly around its base and gave it an experimental squeeze. Draco shuddered and let out a quiet gasp. Thus encouraged, she began to stroke his length.

“Really, Draco, what would Astoria say if she could see you now?”

Harry’s voice, coming from somewhere behind Draco, took them both by surprise. In a split second, several things happened. Malfoy jumped in shock before he began to twist and point his wand at whoever was behind him. At the same time, Ginny, not wanting Draco to get a clear shot at her boyfriend, tightened her grip on his cock and tugged, hoping to unbalance him. Unfortunately, her plan worked too well.

With his arms flailing, Draco let out a startled yell before tumbling forward. He hit Ginny’s shoulder as he fell, sending him careering down the stairs headfirst. He hit the landing at an awkward angle and there was an audible crack before his limp body rolled down the remaining stairs and landed in a heap on the floor.

“Shit!” Harry cursed and pelted down the stairs. Ginny was on his heels, her mind reeling at what had just happened.

Harry crouched down beside Draco’s unmoving form and examined him. A moment later, he looked up at Ginny.

“He’s dead. I think he broke his neck.”

“Oh, fuck!” she mumbled.

“No great loss,” Harry said with a shrug. “Nice work distracting him, by the way.”

“Getting my kit off was the only way I could think of buying us time. He had his wand pointed right at me,” she confirmed. “Oh, Harry, what are we going to do now?”

Harry appeared to think for a moment, before he turned Draco’s body over and refastened the button on his pyjamas, ensuring that the man’s cock was tucked away out of sight. He then stood and walked back up the stairs until he reached the floor above. Bending down, he tugged the carpet out of the runner so it formed a small peek.

“There we go,” he told her. “Draco was walking around his house at night and didn’t see the loose bit of carpet in the dark. He tripped and fell down the stairs. It was all a tragic accident.”

“Do you think anyone will buy that?”

“There’s no reason to think anything different,” he pointed out. “There’s certainly nothing to tie us in with his death. Maybe if the Ministry of Magic used Muggle investigative methods they might find our fingerprints but they don’t. In fact, as neither one of us has used magic since we got in here, Ministry investigators won’t have a thing to go on.”

“Shit, I hope you’re right.”

“Trust me,” he assured her. “Now, I think we’d best get out of here as fast as we can. Oh, and as lovely as the view is right now, I think you’d better find your knickers. It might raise suspicion if they find a pair of woman’s panties laying around.”

“Cheek,” she grumbled but did hurriedly search for her discarded clothing. Only Harry’s calm presence kept her from panicking at the events of the last few minutes. It took her only a few moments to get dressed again and they quickly left the manor by the route they had come in.

“One good thing about this,” Harry whispered to her as they made their way through the grounds of the house. “All the Muggles that Draco used the Imperius Curse on are probably shaking the effects of it around now. This way, we can be sure that everyone that Malfoy used it on will be free.”

Ginny nodded. Once the caster of the Imperius Curse died, the spell immediately wore off. She hadn’t thought about that, but it did make her feel an awful lot better about the events of the evening. Draco was a miserable worm who had used an Unforgivable Curse against helpless Muggles. Perhaps he deserved his fate.

“Let’s get home. You’ll feel better after a stiff drink,” Harry told her.

Bloody right, she thought. The Firewhisky bottle was going to take a beating tonight.

“You alright there, Gin-gin?”

George’s voice, just inches from her ear, made Ginny jump.

“Umm, yeah. I’m fine. I just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

“Really? So, Harry-kins, what have you been doing to our sister to keep her up all night?”

Against Ginny’s wishes, she and Harry had attended the Weasley traditional Sunday lunch despite the events of the previous evening. Despite her being confused, slightly scared, not to mention rather hungover, her boyfriend had insisted they go about their business as normal so as not to draw attention to themselves. That meant facing her rowdy family when all she really wanted to do was crawl under her duvet and hide from the world.

“George, behave yourself!” Molly barked, frowning at him.

“Oh, of course, Harry is allowed to get away with anything,” George teased. “Our golden boy can do no wrong. If only I’d been born with black hair and green eyes!”

“You would still have gotten in trouble all the time,” Angelina noted with a smirk.

While Ginny was slightly annoyed by George’s teasing, it was true that her mother doted on Harry and would forgive him anything. Besides, Molly still credited him with her return to the fold and had been especially delighted to learn that they were a couple. Things could still be a bit strained between the two Weasley women but, Ginny had to admit, they were better now than they had been in years.

“So, still not got a new job yet, then?” Ron demanded. “Still happy to sponge off Harry?”

“Ron! Don’t be rude to your sister. If she doesn’t want to work, then that’s totally between her and Harry!” Molly snapped, obviously quite happy with the idea of Ginny being a housewitch.

“That’s right,” Harry growled, unhappy at his friend trying to stir up trouble again. “Besides, I have a feeling I’m near to finding out who was behind her getting sacked by the Harpies.”

“Really? Who do you think it was?” Bill asked. Of all the Weasley household, he’d been most outraged by Ginny’s dismissal from the team.

“I don’t know just yet,” Harry said, despite knowing full well who it had been. “I’ve been following the money trail and I’m confident that I’m getting close to finding out where the bribes originated from.”

“Great!” Bill began. “Perhaps when you do Ginny can…”

He got no further as suddenly a dog-shaped Patronus shot through the wall and headed straight for Harry.

“Auror Potter, you are required to report immediately to the Ministry of Magic,” the voice of Gawain Robards announced. “There has been an emergency and you are needed forthwith.”

“No rest for the wicked,” Harry grumbled, rising from the dinner table. “Sorry, guys, I guess I have to go.”

“Do you know what’s happened?” Hermione asked immediately. “Do you think they need me too?”

“I highly doubt it,” he replied. “Arthur, Molly; do you mind if I use your Floo?”

“Of course not,” Arthur confirmed quickly. “I just hope it’s nothing too serious.”

“Thanks. Going to see me out?” he asked Ginny.

“Yeah, of course!”

They hurried into the next room and paused in front of the fireplace.

“Do you think someone has found Draco yet?” Ginny asked in a nervous whisper.

“Yeah, almost certainly. Astoria was due back this morning, wasn’t she?” Harry pointed out. “I’m probably being called in to help investigate.”

“They don’t know it was us, do they?”

“How could they?” he reasoned. “Besides, if they did they would be storming the Burrow mobhanded, not sending requests for me to come into work.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now, go back and enjoy lunch with your family. I’ll contact you as soon as I’m able, okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With that, Harry threw a pinch of Floo powder into the fire and vanished.

Taking a deep breath, Harry walked through the gate of Malfoy Manor. He was now resplendent in his Auror robes having already visited the Ministry and been ordered to report here. It didn’t take a genius to work out why.

As he strode through the front door, he saw a number of his fellow Aurors gathered around the foot of the stairs. Laying on the floor was a human-shaped lump covered by a cape. Harry made sure to keep his face expressionless.

“Ah, Potter, there you are,” a voice called.

Stepping forward, Gawain Robards emerged from the mass of bodies and walked towards him. Robards expression was grim.

“What’s going on, sir?” Harry asked calmly.

“Come with me,” the man instructed, taking by Harry by the arm and leading him away from the others. Only once they were out of sight of the others did he stop and face him. “The body lying on the floor is that of Draco Malfoy.”

“What?”

“Yes, his fiancé arrived this morning and found him. It appears that his neck was broken.”

“I see. Do we have any clues as to what happened?”

“Well, there appears to be some loose carpeting at the top of the stairs and initially it was thought this was a simple accident,” Gawain explained.

“Initially?”

“Yeah, it didn’t take long to figure out the carpet had been deliberately pulled loose, probably in an effort to distract from what really happened.”

“And what did really happen?” Harry asked.

“That’s what I’m trying to get to the bottom of,” Robards told him. “You’ve been requesting permission to investigate Malfoy for weeks now. Is there something about this matter that you haven’t told anyone?”

“I certainly wasn’t expecting him to be murdered, if that’s what you’re implying,” Harry retorted. “It was as I said – Malfoy had clearly come into substantial amounts of money with no visible way to have obtained it legally.”

“He could have done that any number of ways.”

“Like how?” Harry demanded.

“I don’t know… and investigating him at that point would have stirred up too much resentment amongst the Purebloods, anyway. Shacklebolt is already having tremendous trouble with that lot as it is.”

“Ah, I see now,” Harry spat angrily. “That’s why I wasn’t allowed to investigate Draco, just because the Ministry wanted to keep the bloody Purebloods sweet! Pathetic! That’s exactly how Voldemort was able to build up such a powerful support base in the last war. No one was willing to check for Dark Marks or investigate some rich noble’s affairs too closely. Well, think on this, sir, if I had been allowed to investigate Malfoy when I asked he might be alive today.”

Robards looked at him sharply.

“I thought you said that you suspected Malfoy was obtaining funds illegally from the Muggle world. What would that have to do with his death?”

“I don’t know. Was there any sign that magic had been used in his murder?”

“No,” Robards replied, suddenly looking very worried. “You can’t seriously be suggesting a Muggle did this?”

“Why not? Imagine if Malfoy was involved in some shady deal with a Muggle criminal. With his finance away, he arranges a meeting here with the said criminal but something goes wrong. They have a disagreement and get into a fight. Before Draco can pull out his wand, the Muggle pushes him down the stairs and breaks his neck. The man, being experienced in dirty deeds, tries to cover his tracks by pulling up the carpet. It all sounds pretty plausible to me.”

“My God, there would be an uproar if it was revealed that Draco Malfoy was killed by a Muggle!”

“Why would it,” Harry said with a shrug. “If we can prove Draco was up to illegal activity in the Muggle world, we can spin it that he got in over his head and he got what he deserved messing around in things he didn’t understand. We can make the Purebloods abandon him by pointing out that he was working with Muggles, and everyone else will turn on him by us revealing that he committed illegal acts.”

Robards looked at him speculatively.

“That’s assuming that he was actually involved in Muggle crime. Are you sure you can prove it?”

“Pretty sure, as long as I’m given free rein to investigate it properly.”

Robards pondered a moment before he nodded curtly.

“Okay, Potter, you win. I tell you, though, I want incontrovertible proof that Malfoy was conducting illegal activities in the Muggle world. I don’t want there to be any pushback on this. I want Malfoy bang to rights and every one of the opinion that the little bastard got exactly what he deserved.”

“Leave it to me, boss.”

Without another word, Harry turned and walked out of the manor. Only when he approached the gates did he allow a smile to creep onto his face. The bloody idiots! They had just handed the lead in the investigation of Malfoy’s death to the person who helped kill him! That was bloody hilarious!

Of course, he already had all the evidence he needed to prove Draco had been up to no good in the Muggle world. All he needed to do was revisit the companies involved and interview them again. Everyone under the Imperius Curse who by now be back to normal and Harry was sure they would be eager to make sense of what happened to them. They would probably be falling over themselves to cooperate with him. Apart from that, he could sit back for a couple of weeks before triumphantly presenting his evidence to Robards.

Before he left the Malfoy estate, Harry paused. Maybe this whole episode could give him an excuse to put some plans in place that he’d been pondering for a while. He was getting sick of the Ministry and their refusal to let him investigate Draco so as not to upset the Purebloods was a perfect excuse for him to quit. He could then slowly fade from the Magical world and allow him to devote all his time to his true passion – porn.

His distribution company was practically a licence to print money and he was keen to expand it into new areas. He could also spend more time writing scripts, not only for Ginny but other performers, too. He was still keen to get Luna into a nurse’s uniform, after all.

Suddenly, the future looked very bright to Harry. He’d spent most of his life fighting and protecting others. Perhaps it was time for him to think of himself for a change and start to enjoy himself. To think, it was inadvertently Draco that had allowed that change to happen.

Confident that Malfoy would be turning in his grave once they got around to burying him, Harry apparated away, whistling a happy tune.
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