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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: Another big thanks to Anna for her help with that bit of anatomy for the last chapter. Men should not know such things. =O Next concubine is on its way, hope no one abandons me because of a pairing dispute, since I've heard of such things happening to others. I did post them in the first chapter, so no excuses.
jujukitty: I hope this fits your expectations, other than posting soon, that is.
Chapter Eleven: Mudbloods are Menaced
The full effects of Draco's election would not be known for many days, perhaps even months, but the immediate damage was felt in less than an hour. The muggle-baiting began in Diagon Alley, with a family that had come to shop for their daughter's first wand.
Hermione was buying some quills at the stationary store when the first spells flew past the windows. She rushed out, not thinking of her own safety and pulled her wand from her new holster.
Two wizards were playing with the muggles, that was the only thing you could call it. They stood at opposite ends of the alley, shooting spells past the couple while their daughter hid between them. The spells missed, but only barely. It was probably the most frightening thing that anyone could go through, especially when they had only heard about magic recently, had been dealing with their child's odd behavior and now were considering what kind of a monster she might grow up to be. Hermione's family had shared these thoughts with her, toward the end of her fifth year.
The worst part was the crowd that gathered, but did not interfere with the goings on. Hermione was incensed, but the shouts that rose from the watchers kept her from going to the family's aid.
“That's right. We don't want your kind here.”
“The new ministry won't put up with it.”
“We got a proper pure-blood Minister now, Mudblood.”
Hermione shrunk back into the store and covered her ears. The words were lodged in her head, bouncing off her inner ears and repeating themselves to her.
Even weeks later, the experience haunted her. She had gone to Cokesbury and had more run ins with pure-blood groups, been snubbed at Hogsmeade, when she was trying to get into the Hog's Head to see Alberforth, and a hex had just missed her when she was going through the Leaky Cauldron, on her way to Diagon Alley. But nothing had been as traumatizing as that first day.
The aurors were doing their best to aid the new muggleborns who were coming to shop for their first years, or some who would need supplies for subsequent schooling, but most purchasing was now done by owl order, so that the incidents were fewer.
Minerva McGonagall was training Septima Vector to take over as Headmistress and Professor Flitwick was to be the new deputy, and the school was scheduled to open as usual, on the first of September. It was August 10^th, and Hermione was helping a new student, a Lance Beaudry, to purchase his books, since his parents were not able to handle the wizarding world, along with Ginny and George Weasley. They had gotten the boy his wand, his potions supplies and his first robes, and were going to get his needed books, when the commotion broke out near the entrance to Nocturn Alley.
“Look what we got here, Tenuous? A pair of Pures, helping some mudbloods to taint our world. Not surprised that the new generation of Weasleys are blood-traitors, just like their folks.”
“Yeah, Barney. I bet it has sompin to do with the hair.” the shorter man had a vicious looking sneer pasted onto his face as he glared toward Ginny.
Before anything could happen, Lee Jordan, one of the few aurors that had come out of his year, apparated in and stood in front of the two wizards, looking menacing. “These folks have every right to shop, so I suggest you move along.” he said and when his back-up, some burly looking men with stern expressions, arrived, the instigators lost interest rather suddenly.
“Thanks, Lee.”
“No problem. George has a coin that let's me know when he needs me. I think he said it was a spell you came up with.”
“Oh, well, yeah. I guess I did. Thanks, anyway. I've got to get this little boy home. Ginny can come with me, if you two want to visit for a while.”
George smiled and Lee waved for his two partners to help the ladies with the boy, while he and George went to the Leaky for a drink. There were no further incidents, that day.

Charlie saw his brother to the international floo a week after he had arrived and shook his hand once more. They had talked long into the nights, hashing out what they both felt about their family, the new Ministry and the curse that Bill and Harry had broken. It was near dawn when they finally got to sleep. Right up until last night, Bill had debated with his brother while Charlie played counter to him and now, at only half ten in the morning, Bill was headed home.
“Do what you feel is right, Brother. I'll stand behind your decisions, I promise.” Charlie said giving Bill a hug and patting his shoulders. “I trust you, Bill.”
“Thanks, Char. You're the best. I gotta get home, before Mum ruins my kids. I'll owl you when I figure it all out. You'll be first --- no make that third to know. Me first, then . . . you know.”
“Right. I'll be waiting. So, take care and kiss my little nieces and nephew for me.” Charlie stood back as Bill stepped into the huge fireplace and reached for the special long distance powder.
“The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, England.” he called out and in a puff of blue smoke, disappeared.
“Good luck, Brother.” Charlie said as he shook his head and turned to go back to work.
The last of the potions had been taken and Harry was nervously waiting for the new minister to come to his rooms. He was more concerned about their success then about the act itself, but that didn't mean that he wasn't thinking about it, too.
While he waited, he showered, trimmed his toenails with a spell, combed out his hair six times, and rummaged through all of the clothes that Draco had arranged for him.
The clothes came two weeks after they had publicly announced their joining, Bitsy had taken his hand and popped him into Draco's office, where the new Minister had been reading a long scroll at his desk. “Harry, I want to buy you some things. Since you are my concubine, you'll need to dress the part. I have a list of what you need, and the Wellfitts are waiting for you.”
“Okay.” Harry said and Draco smiled. It was a gift that not many received from the testy blond, so when Bitsy took his hand and apparated him to the clothing shop, he closed his eyes and visualized the memory of the most recent look he had gotten of his lover.
Now, as he looked over the various silk boxers and sleep pants, he was glad the snooty pure-blood had gone so far overboard on his wardrobe. He chose a pair of tight, and tiny, cerulean briefs, and some navy pajama bottoms that were too loose, and hung low on his hips. He took them to the bed and laid them out. He lay back and stared at the ceiling as he thought about the child they were about to create. While he daydreamed, he let his hand slide down his body, enjoying the fantasy of them being Draco's fingers that pinched his nipples and counted his ribs. He bypassed his cock, squeezing his balls gently before pulling them up to feel his perineum, where the soft flesh he remembered was now moist and wrinkled in its center, the smooth surface had given way to an opening, just behind his ball sack and big enough for his fingers to enter.
Harry had learned how to prepare himself for anal penetration, and found he quite enjoyed the practice, but this felt foreign and off, so he quit after only breaching the opening with one knuckle. He dressed quickly and took out a book on pure-blood traditions that he found in the castle library and was nearly to the halfway point.
Draco had never been nervous with Harry, before. He was poised and confident and that was the image he wanted Harry to have of him, so that his concubine would never doubt his ability to protect and provide for him and their children. That thought curdled his stomach, making him double over and almost become nauseous. He took deep breaths, chanted calming charms and drank a small snifter of peach brandy. It was time, and he was done with procrastinating.
“Donovan!” he called to the oldest and largest of the Minister's own elves, and the creature popped in silently. “Take me to Harry's room.” he said and the elf took his arm.
After reading about preschooling for little witches and wizards, the benefits of home schooling and tutors, Harry was buzzing with excitement. He was already thinking about how to broach the subject of James' education, and had just put the book aside, stood up and placed his hands on his hips, when Draco arrived, smirking as always.
“Hey, Lover. Are you ready to make a baby with me?” Harry asked, leaning against his chair so that his sleep pants shifted lower and the bulge of his cock was displayed in dark blue satin relief.
“That was the plan, Potter. You look delicious. I could just eat you . . .” Draco waved the elf away and took the three steps necessary to reach his consort. “I think I may.”
Harry smiled, thrusting his hips forward to brush his erection against Draco's. When the blond drew a breath, he smirked and pulled closer, tangling his fingers in Draco's hair. “And I may let you.”
Neville picked up the package that was left by the large barn owl in his office. It was oddly decorated, with soft flowers and hearts, and he suspected it was a gift from a new admirer. Not that Neville was in the habit of recieving such things, but he liked the thought. He took the package and apparated into his lady's parlor, placing it on the dressing table near his fancier combs and clips.
Her entrance was so silent, that he had no idea that he was being watched, and Hulga settled near the closet, behind a lace covered round table. She felt something dark emanating from the box on the dresser and was tempted to grab it and take it away from the Longbottom.
Neville, meanwhile, was selecting a dress and shoes from his closet, laying them out on the bed and heading for the bath, where he prepared a strong scented pool of hot water in order to soak his tired body. When his bath was complete, he dressed himself, finishing with a wig, some make-up and jewelry. He stood in front of the package and smiled as he drew open the wrapper.
Inside of the box was an ornately decorated hand mirror, with detailed scrollwork all around the oval glass and bright red roses set into the black painted frame. It was so beautiful that he was compelled to pick it up and hold it out in front of himself. Inside the mirror, what he saw was horrific to him, his own image no longer able to hide the filth and ugliness he felt about himself, the dark truths that he had hidden all his life. He remembered the way he had looked at his friends, and some of his enemies, when he thought they wouldn't notice, and how they would scorn him if they ever found out.
In the mirror, Neville realized what his true enemy was. He was thwarted at every turn by the bit of flesh that hung between his thighs. He would never be free, be happy, be able to express his true self, so long as he kept that deformity.
He put the mirror onto the table, opened a drawer and reached inside to find his great-uncle's cursed knife. It was spelled to make a wound that would not readily heal, and could cut through anything. He took it to the bed, set it down and began to gather up his skirt. When it was around his hips, and the satin panties tugged down to expose his shame, he picked up the knife and put it to his body.
Hulga was shocked. She didn't know why the Longbottom was cutting himself, especially there, but she knew he needed help. She cast a body bind at him, sneered at the new mirror and popped out. She would get her master.

Harry reclined on the bed, his cheeks alive with the afterglow and his skin coated in a fine sheen. He watched as Draco kissed his belly, the Minister's fingers teasing his two openings. It was sexy and arousing, but his body couldn't respond again so soon. He stretched out, sighed contentedly and looked up.
"No more, yet. Please, Draco. I'm exhausted." he begged.
"Already. I've only begun." the blond taunted.
"Only begun? Draco, we've been at it for hours. If we haven't conceived by now, it will certainly not hurt to wait till tomorrow to try again. We've got plenty of time, don't we?"
"All of our lives. Okay, so we'll sleep and maybe have an early morning. I don't have any appointments until ten."
"Oh, sweet Merlin. He's going to kill me." Harry gestured dramatically, splaying himself across the pillows and pretending to die. Draco smiled before scooping him up and curling around the naked brunet.
"Shut up and sleep. I'll want you fresh and ready, first thing in the morning."
Before they could drop off, Hulga appeared and snapped her fingers, bringing the room to startling brightness.
"What? Who is that?" Harry gasped, pulling the covers over his body.
"One of my elves. What is it?" Draco called out and the elf popped next to the bed. "Is something wrong?"
"Hulga came to bring Master to the Longbottom. He needs help. He needs it, now."
"Take me. Wait, I'll need clothes."
Before Harry could process that this elf was talking about his friend, Neville, Draco was dressed and gone with said elf. He got up, pulled on a pair of sleep pants and a robe, and sat at his desk to wait for news.
Draco arrived with the elf to find Neville, still frozen on his bed, in a pool of blood. He rushed over, took the knife and began examining the wound. Hulga stood back, waiting for instructions and stuttering out an explanation.
"The Longbottom opened package. Took out cursed glass. He looked. He got knife. He cut. Hulga stunned and got Master. Hulga hurried. Hulga should have stopped Longbottom, yes?"
"It's not your fault. I can stop the bleeding, but I'll need my bag of potions. Go and get it. Get a bottle of Dittany and have Bitsy bring Harry. Tell her not to let him touch the mirror." Draco was mopping at the blood with a bit of the sheets and he looked up and shouted. "Go. Now!"
Hulga was gone in a second and he scooped up the other wizard, holding him on his lap as he pressed the cloth into the wound, slowing the bleeding as best he could.
Hulga popped in at the same time that Bitsy arrived with Harry. The Chosen-one looked lost for a second, then rushed over to where Neville lay. Draco shook his head and indicated the dressing table. "Cursed Mirror. Can you counter it? Be careful, I'm not sure what it did, but after he touched it, Longbottom started cutting off his own bits."
Harry turned and cast some diagnostic spells toward the mirror, watching as the spells delivered to him the answers he needed. "It's a hate inducing curse. It amplifies anything negative that the victim feels about himself. I can break it, but it's gonna be tricky. You need to keep him here, cause it won't take the curse off of him if he leaves before I break it. He would go on hating if he did."
"I'll work on the cuts, while you do it. Be careful, Harry. I don't want to know what you hate about yourself enough to watch it destroy you."
"I'll just tell you. Later." Harry began to weave his spells as Draco poured the Dittany over the bleeding cut, whispering to the injured wizard as he did. "Neville, relax. I'm going to take care of this and then we'll have a long talk. Just you and me, okay?"
Neville was coming out of his stun just as Draco spoke and his body was weak from blood loss, so he only nodded weakly. Draco took that as a good sign and continued with his healing.
"You'll need to rest and take some potions. I'm going to take you home with us. You can use one of the guest rooms, until we make some decisions. Harry and I will take turns checking on you, but you have to promise me you'll stop being so reckless. Stupid Gryffindor courage. Pride and foolishness, really. Are you listening? Do you agree?"
Neville nodded again, and Draco smirked. When Harry cast the spell, the room shook and the mirror shattered, spraying bits of glass and metal all across the room. Draco cast a quick shield spell, just before it happened, and stopped the progress of the projectiles before they could harm him, his concubine or the Lord of the house. Hulga and Bitsy added their own charms to these, strengthening his power for the needed spell.
Harry looked a bit sheepish when he turned back. "Sorry, I forgot what the curse would do when broken. Bill usually takes care of the protection spells. It was a good thing you did that, though. The remainder of the curse would have reached you through the shards and given a small case of the original curse."
"So, it's gone? Longbottom, what are you thinking?" Draco looked down at the wizard in his arms and noted a weak smile on Neville's face.
"I'm thinking that I like this, you holding me. And I like it better when you called me Neville."
"He's cured." Harry said with a grin.
"Yes, of the curse. He's not out of the woods yet. Let's get him home. Hulga, he's yours to watch. Take him to the green room and put him to bed. I'll bring up some potions when I get there." When Neville disappeared with the elf, Draco dismissed Bitsy and turned to Harry.
"Are you gonna tell me why you had an elf watching Nev?"
"If you make me." Draco answered but Harry frowned at him and he sighed. "He was too frantic when he came to see me. I was worried that he was in trouble, so I sent Hulga to spy on him. She reported regularly, and I thought, he was all right. I can see I underestimated my enemies."
"Your enemies? You think this was about you?"
"I've aided the pures in solving their legitimacy problems and given hope. This was about me, as much as you, and Neville. I mentioned that I had a pureblood concubine in mind, and that he had a recently broken marriage contract that he hadn't even tried to fix. There aren't a lot of pures that haven't tried to walk through the ritual. Mother said that a connection with Neville would be a good move, and I think some of the spies in the Ministry heard her. I never meant for him to be injured. I hadn't even decided to take him on . . . until I saw him lying there . . . ."
"It's okay. I've got nothing against you being with Nev. He's one of my best friends. You could do worse, you know."
"On the night of our conception? This has to be rough."
"Rougher for Neville. Don't worry, I'll help you propose."
"I'm not marrying him, Potter."
"That's my Malfoy. Come on, take me home."
"Maybe, I should just leave you here and wait in your room."
"Are you suggesting . . . " Draco apparated away before Harry could finish his question and the brunet was soon standing in Draco's arms, stark naked with his wand in hand and a smile on his face. "You are a prick, you know that?"
"Yes, and it's almost morning. So, my prick wants it's early go at you." Draco lifted his concubine and carried him to the bed. "Bitsy! Go and fetch Master Harry's clothes from Longbottom's room. And don't disturb us for at least an hour."
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