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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:So, I have one more semester to get my BA. I expect tons of congratulations when it's over. Thanks in advance to those who planned this. I'll make a great CRN, so everyone should be thrilled for me. Just kidding, I'll make a pretty good one, at first. On a serious note, I'm one chapter behind in my Chameleon stories, and I apologize. Slight mishap with a thumb drive and I'll have to rewrite that last chapter now. But here is another bit for Malfoy's story.
Moodysavage: So, yeah. I am often bothered by the spells that authors use to undress the characters. It's as possible as any other spell, but really. That kinda power would be very dangerous. I think the reason Draco won't take a concubine who doesn't at least desire him is so that there is a possibility of love in the future.
Marc: And other than Dobby, has any elf been incapacitated. Harry will explain his reasons in this chapter. I planned to have him explain this to Hermione, but thought your question merited me going there now. Harry and Bill have not dissolved the partnership, but they often go out separately, unless the job dictates otherwise. Thanks for the love, hope this meets your expectations.
Chapter Twelve: Hermione Finds a Refuge, With a Price
In one of the guest rooms of the Minister's castle, in the opposite wing as the concubine suites, Neville leaned against the pillow, with the covers pulled up to his chest.
Draco had already checked on him, as well as a medi-witch and a mind-healer from St. Mungos. It was odd that he was more comfortable having the Minister check his wounds than the trained professionals.
“It looks like you're going to be fine, Longbottom. Tomorrow, we'll have tea, just you and I, and then we'll have that talk I promised you. Right now, I have some duties to see to, so I've arranged for you to have a guest.”
“I don't think I want to see . . . .”
“Don't be a baby, Neville.” Draco's rebuttal was smooth and definitive, just like his speeches, but his smile and the use of Neville's given name put the Gryffindor at ease. “Bitsy!”
With the call of her name, the elf appeared, along with her charge, and Harry sauntered over. “You look better, Nev.”
“Harry? You're my guest? But, you live here.” Neville straightened up and shifted in the bed.
“This is your room. At least, for now it is. So, I'm a guest in it. Does he have to stay in bed?” Harry directed the question to Draco, who only shrugged his answer. “I thought we could have lunch and talk.” Now, he indicated the sitting area, across the room.
“I'm not feeling up to it, just now.”
“Okay. I'll just sit with you here.”
Draco stood from the chair next to the bed and picked up his cloak. “I've got to go. The meetings start in ten minutes. Have a good visit, Neville. Call Hulga if you need anything. Bitsy is here for Harry.” Before he moved away from the bed, Draco squeezed Neville's hand, then he turned to his concubine and gave Harry a quick kiss.
“Bye, Draco. I'll stay here and see you at dinner.” Harry said with a private wink and smile.
Draco returned both, then left them alone. Bitsy began inspecting the room for dust or other imperfections. Harry sat down in the vacated chair.
“Tell me what you're thinking, Nev?”
“What?”
“You're here. You must suspect what Draco plans to ask. What are you thinking?”
“He saw me.” Neville whispered.
“He what?”
“He saw me . . . in my Lady's parlour.” It wasn't a question, but Harry chose to answer it.
“Yes.”
“You were there?”
“Cursed mirror. Curse breaker.” Harry responded.
“Then, you know.” Neville's voice filled with despair. Harry rose to sit beside him and pull him into his arms.
“How could we know? Yes, we saw. We saw a friend who needed help. A wizard crying out for it.” Neville's tears soaked Harry's shirt and the Chosen-one made a decision. “Do you know why I didn't become an auror, Neville?”
“I thought it was your NEWTs.”
“They would have overlooked that. They did for Ron and Dean.” Harry smiled as he thought about his friends’ accomplishments. “I was tired of the attention. I couldn't escape it. The interviews, the hand shaking, the speeches, the marriage proposals, the death threats. All of it. I was hiding away at the burrow or Grimmauld Place most of the time. I think I only got married to escape those proposals, but that didn't really work, either.
“Then Bill comes along, asks me to go to China to help him and trains me as his apprentice. I get my mastery and I'm away more then I'm here. But, when I'm here, I still have to deal with mobs of fans, or enemies. Girls and women, who think they know what's best for me, in work, love or life, still sneaking into my privacy.
“As Draco's concubine, I'm safe. James is safe and the baby I'm going to have will be safe. No one can get to me here and when I go out I know that Bitsy will get me back here at the first sign of trouble.”
“So, you're happy now?”
“Unbelievably.”
“And will you be upset if I . . ."
“Neville, as good as it is, being involved with the Minister, I'm not his wife or husband, so he can't be cheating on me. I knew he would take another concubine. I know he will eventually get married. I can't be jealous.”
“I would.”
“Then, that is what you have to take into consideration before you decide. I'm already here. I'm not leaving any time soon, expecially just because you might want Draco to yourself.”
'I don't mean you, Harry. I mean if he wanted another . . . after me.”
“Think about it, Nev. Why would I be okay and not someone else?”
“Because you're my friend. We have history.”
“Okay, but until someone comes along, you don't know how you'll feel. If you can really accept the situation with me, then you might be fine with them, as well. Just think about it . . no pressure.”
“I will.”
“Neville . . . why did you try to . . cut off . . why did the curse mirror make you hate it?”
“I've always hated it.” Neville shifted away and Harry was afraid he had gone too far. “Don't you hate when people think you something you're not?”
“Yes, I guess that's what bothers me."

Hermione Granger paced the small parlor as she waited until Draco walked into the room. She stopped and watched him as he came toward her. “Sit, please. I heard that it was important. What's going on?”
She drew a deep breath, held it and closed her eyes. “My home. My parents' house, it's gone. They aren't back from Australia, so they're safe, but there's no place . . .”
“That's dreadful. Have the aurors been there?” Draco took her hands and held them, rubbing her knuckles as he spoke. “Was it magic, or just some muggle thing?”
“Oh, it was magic. The house . . . It's really gone. Nothing there but a vacant lot. All of their things, my childhood, is gone.” Tears formed but she wiped them away. “The head of the Dept of Magic Law says that there was no residual magic, so they can't do anything. He says that, but he's lying. I checked. There's magic there, but there was so much that it can't be pinned to one person. It was a mob. They all did it.”
“I'll talk to him.” Draco said.
“It won't do any good. They can't figure it out and they'll probably just say it was mob mentality or something. No one planned it - it just happened - that sort of thing. I just wanted to . . I'm worried about Bill, and the Weasleys. If this could happen to my parents, what would it do to them, just for knowing me? I can't stay at Bill's house. It's a risk to his family.”
“You can stay here.” Draco said with a snap of his fingers. “Rose.” a tiny little elf, half the size of Dobby, popped into the room near him. “Rose, take Miss Granger to a guest room. Make her some tea and see to it she rests. A calming draught will be brought if she needs it. Go to the Weasley cottage . . .Shell Cottage - and retrieve her things. Bring anything that has her magic signature, just to be sure. She can send back anything that isn't hers. And take her things to the room for her.”
“Rose goes now.” the elf stood and waited as Draco and Hermione stood.
“You know, this means you'll be a veritable prisoner here? You can't go traipsing around Diagon Alley or Cokesbury, like you've been. I'll have to insist on it.”
“I know. It's the price I'll pay to protect others from being hurt because of me. No one would suspect me of being here, would they?”
“With the anti-muggleborn slander that's being passed around about me, I think not. When we get that all straightened out, you'll be free again. Don't worry, Granger. It'll be okay.”
“Could you . . .?” Hermione hesitated.
“What?” Draco coaxed.
“Could you call me Hermione? Since I'm living here, you know?”
“Get some rest, Hermione. It'll be all right.” the elf took her hand and disappeared. Draco stormed across the castle to his office and threw some powder into his floo.
“Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law.” He shouted and the blue smoke whisked him away.
Rufus Scrimgeour had been a magnificent head of the aurors, organized and efficient, easily transitioning when a need arose, but Gawain Robards was a joke. He had proved himself as an auror, but failed miserably at the kind of strategic intelligence that was needed by the leader of the peacekeeping force. His only redeeming act had been to temporarily wave the necessary NEWTs required for new auror recruits. Thus allowing those such as Dean Thomas, Ernie MacMillan, Roger Davies and Ronald Weasley to enter the force.
Draco arrived at his office with a contingent, including those four young men, that he had gathered on his way through the department and the man managed to knock over his chair and a stack of files in his haste to get to his feet and proceeded to make excuses for the failures of his department.
“Minister Malfoy? How can I help you?”
“You could explain to me how you propose to counteract the mob attacks that are taking place all over Britain and make the people feel safe again.”
“I don't understand. We've got aurors in the field, protecting potential victims, in fact, and we're stretched thin from just that.”
“Potential victims? And just how did you determine this list of potential victims?”
“Muggleborns, sympathizers, anyone outspoken about their politics on the subject.”
“What about the families of these potential victims? This attack happened in Muggle London, for Merlin's sake!”
“If I may speak, Head Auror?” Ron squeaked out when Ernie nudged him.
“Yes, Auror Weasley.” Robards acknowledged.
“I don't think this is just about Muggleborns. There have been two other attacks that fell outside of our patrols.”
“You think the targets are related?” Malfoy injected.
“Yeah. And they were pretty far from our agents.”
“So, there's a leak in the department.” the Minister surmised.
“Could be.” Ron agreed.
“That does change things.” Draco watched Ron carefully as the others began to speculate about the leak, the connection between the attacks and what they should do to protect the people against future raids.
Draco's personal elf, Tobias, popped in to inform him that dinner was nearly ready, so he excused himself from the others and prepared to floo home. Just before he left, he turned and put a hand on the shoulder of one of the aurors. “Auror Thomas, may I have a word with you, in private?” Malfoy motioned toward the floo and Dean nodded. “I'll expect you tomorrow, around tea.” and the Minister disappeared through the flames. Dean returned to the others, shrugged his shoulders at their questioning looks and the strategizing continued.

Harry and Draco sat across the table from Lucius and Narcissa. The older couple had begun the series of youthenizing potions and there was a remarkable difference. Harry guessed them to be around their mid forties by this point. It wouldn't be long before they were attempting to conceive another child, too.
Draco sipped the wine that Tobias had poured him, his special blend he called it, and had a thoughtful look on his face. He turned from their conversation about vacations in Germany and whispered into Harry's ear. “I have some brewing to do tonight. I won't be more than an hour, but I'd like you to wait up for me.”
Harry nodded and smiled back at the other couple who were managing to look like they hadn't noticed this interchange and weren't the least interested in their dinner companion's personal affairs.
“If you go to Germany, will you wait until you return to advance your plans?”
“Why Harry, such a personal inquiry.” Narcissa teased.
“We see no reason to postpone any of our plans. Now that we have been released from house arrest, we can travel and do all of the things that have been denied to us.” Lucius explained.
“Within reason, Father. You release is still conditional. You've got that auror guard to go with you, so they'll need to be contacted before any travel, as well as the Wizengamut.”
“So, our only freedom is truly our other plans.” Narcissa stated.
“Not really. Since I know about that, it is still something supervised. But, not to worry. I don't share those secrets with the entire Ministry.” Draco smiled as he relayed this information and his parents smiled back. Harry thought the whole conversation had gotten pretty erie.
After dinner, Harry stopped in to see Neville and say good-night, then he did some reading while he waited for his lover's arrival.
Draco was promptly there, an hour later, and he looked refreshed.
“Brewing is good for you, or did you brew some special pepper-up potion?” Harry put his book aside and made room on his couch. Draco sat next to him and took his hand.
“No, but I do find brewing to be relaxing. I visited the aurors today. I didn't tell you that Hermione came to see me earlier.”
“Hermione? I'm not sure if I'm more concerned that those two subjects are combined, or that you're calling her Hermione.”
“She'll be staying with us for a bit. Her parents home was attacked and she's afraid to go back to Bill Weasley's house. I went to the aurors to discuss how they intend to combat this recent rash of attacks.”
“Is Hermione all right?”
“She's a bit shaken up. I had her given something to help her sleep, and that's why she wasn't at dinner. I've already informed my parents, so they won't be surprised when she turns up at a meal, but I wanted to let you know before breakfast. I want you and Neville to be there for support. He's well enough to come down in the morning.”
“Good idea. A real Gryffindor support team you've got there.”
“Yes, well she has been through a rough time. This is the safest place for her, but only if the secret can be kept that she's here. The fewer people who know about it, the easier that can be. But, you and Neville and my parents are trustworthy.”
“I'm glad you think so.”
“Now, enough about that. I've got an early day tomorrow, so let's get to bed.”
“You want to sleep here?” Harry smiled.
“Among other things.” Draco reached out, pulled his concubine to his feet and across the bedroom, kissing and stripping them both as they went. When the reached the bed, he pulled Harry on top of him so that the brunet was straddling his hips and their erections lined up on his belly. Harry gasped at the contact and shifted so that the friction drew a similar sound from his lover.
“Draco . . .”
“Ride me, Harry.” the blond whispered and the sound of his hushed voice went straight to Harry's cock.
“Yes.” he returned as he rose and angled himself over his mate. “I want you inside me. I wish . . .”
“What?” Draco coaxed.
“I wish the baby was confirmed. This is good, but that was so much . . .” he leaned down and whispered into Draco's ear as he lowered onto the blond's turgid flesh. “I want you to fuck my arse, Minister Malfoy.”
Draco couldn't have kept his hips from thrusting up, when he heard those words, if he had tried. He wanted something else as well, but until they had conceived this was how they would proceed. Not that they didn't enjoy this, as well.
Harry rose and fell over the cock in his body, his pleasure increasing as it rubbed against the opposite side of his prostate, and his hands wandered to his own bits. He squeezed his balls as Draco watched and rolled his own hips under the onslaught. “Faster, Harry,” he encouraged.
The sight of the other wizard with his blond hair strewn across the pillow, and the thought that this night they would share alone, until morning, put added lift in his hips and helped to speed his body. He was about to climax when Draco grabbed his thighs and pushed roughly into him with added force.
“So sexy, Potter.” Draco rasped out and Harry came in a rush of arousal and emotion.
They lay side-by-side, after a quick banishing spell had cleansed them of sweat and semen, and Draco wrapped his arms around his concubine to pull his closer.
“That was great.” Harry mumbled into Draco's shoulder.
“It will be even better, soon.”
“Draco, if you take Neville, what will that mean for me?”
“It shouldn't effect you, if I do.”
“Will you still come . . . . spend time with me?”
“I will make sure of that, Potter.” When Harry stiffened, Draco smiled. “I wouldn't take second concubine if it would inhibit my time with the other. I want you, Harry. I have wanted you for a long time and I won't do anything that will interfere with my time with you.”
“I'm not jealous.”
“Of course, not.”
“I just don't want to be replaced.” Harry rose up on his elbow and looked down with intensity. “I want you, too. I don't know how long I have, but I think it may have been since before I realized.”
“I think you may be right. Gryffindors tend to be in denial.”
“Slytherins should learn to be more open, so that we can face our denial better. You prat.”
With that, Harry kissed the blond and snuggled up against his chest, content to sleep in the arms of his lover.
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