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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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Chapter List
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AN: I felt like I needed to get another update in before the last semester begins.
SexyDarkAngel: I agree. If he wants more than one lover, he better treat them all the same. That's what I was going for with my Chameleon series. I had one reviewer ask me to give Draco preference over the others and claimed that I was mistreating him when Harry was busy elsewhere. I hope she's over that now. Thanks for your review and I hope this encourages your continued patronage.
Victoria: Oooh, I admit I never gave a thought to Theo and Hermione. But, alas, he's taken in this. Mione is destined for some lovin' (See summary and chap one pairings, or just wait patiently) and I'll work Neville gently. Thanks for your interest and I hope this fits the bill for you.
Chapter Thirteen: The Minister's Resolution

Breakfast was quiet, at least to begin. Harry had woken to find Draco gone, but when he got to the table there was Malfoy, with Neville and Hermione. A wink in his direction told him that Draco didn't mean to worry him by escaping so early. It was probably to prepare Neville for the arrival of another Gryffindor in the castle.
“I've got a meeting this afternoon and I was hoping that you and Neville would attend with me.” Draco said to the woman and Harry looked up from his eggs. “It's with the committee that we have been working with and I don't want them to think that you've disappeared. I also think they might value Neville's input, as a pure-blood lord.”
“I don't mind, if it's okay with Neville.” she agreed but Neville looked skeptical.
“Might do you good, Nev.” Harry offered. “Get used to meeting with Draco's associates.”
The Minister was the one to react to these words, but Harry offered him a soft smile and he looked over to the other man. “They need the information that you could give them to help with the policies I plan to implement.” he offered.
“I guess.” Neville hesitated.
“Oh, it'll be so fun. You can tell them all about how your social group feels about the new administration. I know you've kept up with the Bulstrodes, the Flints and the O'Hanrahans.” Hermione injected. “That's three houses they haven't heard from. Not to mention yours.”
“I guess.” he repeated, but Harry's gentle pat on his shoulder bolstered his failing confidence.
“After the meeting, we can have Seamus come over for a visit. He's been owling for weeks.” Harry suggested and Neville brightened immediately.
“More Gryffindors in my house. Oh, jolly.” Draco dramatized.

“Auror Thomas. May I call you Dean?” Draco rose from his desk and extended his hand to the other wizard.
“Certainly, Minister . . .”
“Please. We were classmates. . . well, not mates, but fellows. For now, Draco is fine.”
“Okay, Draco. But that implies this is a personal visit, and I don't think it is.” Dean took the Minister's hand and shook it firmly.
“You would be correct, but also this is a personal, as well as professional, matter. Please, sit. Would you care for something?” Draco indicated his sitting area and Dean chose a place on the couch.
“I favor coffee, if you have it.”
“Of course. Tobias!” an elf popped in and Draco sent him for their refreshments. While they waited, the Minister took a scroll from his desk. “What do you know about Lord Parkinson?”
“He was acquitted for any crimes during the war. His family was threatened or he would have remained neutral.”
“And he wasn't neutral?” Draco plied.
“He had a Dark Mark.” Dean supplied.
“And you've seen it? You tested it personally?”
“Well, no . . .”
“Lord Harold Parkinson wanted to be neutral. To protect his family, but the Dark Lord saw his neutrality as a disadvantage and wanted Parkinson on his side. My father commented many time about Lord Parkinson's status within the Ministry, his lands being strategic for the Pure-Blood Purpose, and how, if only he could be persuaded, Lord Parkinson would advance the movement beyond reckoning.”
“And he did.”
“No. Lord Parkinson held out, even after his wife, his two brothers and their families had been killed. My aunt Bellatrix did the honors there. His daughter was at Hogwarts and his two infant sons were in the care of his house elves, or they would have died, as well.” The elf arrived with a tray and filled their cups.
“But the mark?”
“Lord Harry marked himself, ineffectively, as a show to the death eaters on his property, in order to protect his remaining family. His mark was proved phony during his trial.”
“So, he was innocent. But, why did you call me in here?”
“Lord Parkinson has come to me with a request. The matter is very sensitive. He only brought it to me because I am intimate with the problem.”
“And you want me to help?”
“Do you remember Lord Parkinson's daughter? Pansy?”
“She was a Slytherin. I heard she tried to turn Harry over to Voldemort.”
“An immature reaction to a very bad situation. I am sorry that I was not there to restrain her. And what else do you know about here?”
“Isn't she dead?”
“Sadly, yes.” Draco put his cup down and sat back. He took a few deep breaths and blew them out slowly. “The official report is that she took her own life. Lord Parkinson, and I, believe this to be untrue.”
“You want me to investigate it?”
“Yes. I have Lord Parkinson's copy of the paperwork, and he has agreed to cooperate with whoever I select.”
“I'll do what I can to set his mind at ease.”
“It's more than that, Dean. Pansy had a son. As a suicide, the child's future is in the hands of its father. If we can prove extenuating circumstances, Lord Parkinson can take in the child.” Now Draco looked up and bent forward. “I've done what I can to help the boy, but Marcus hates the child. I think that may be a clue to Pansy's demise. She told me that the child might not be his . . . before the marriage decree separated them.”
“And his statement is in the scroll, I take it.”
“Yes.” Suddenly, Draco grabbed Dean's wrist and the coffee sloshed onto the table. “Marcus is dangerous, so be wary. Look everywhere else first. Take no chances. His own involvement in the war has never been proved, but my father claimed he was a whisper in the shadows that were very close to the inner circle.”
“Bu if we could prove that . . .”
“It is enough to prove that Pansy was not a suicide. The child is the important thing. Let the past rest, Dean Thomas. Let the world heal. The minds of people are not likely to change when that change is force onto them.”
“I don't like letting criminals . . .”
“Then find proof of a criminal act and we will punish it.” When Dean hesitated, Draco took a deep breath. “I want to ask you a personal question, Dean. Did you vote for me?” Dean paused, then nodded slowly. “I thought as much. I was elected by a vote of confidence from muggleborns and half-bloods, since very few pure-bloods have escaped this war intact. Those who aren't imprisoned or exiled, like the Zabini's and the Notts, were under house arrest, like my parents, and ineligible to vote. Oh, the Pure-bloods still outnumber the rest in our community, make no mistake about that, but not as a voting majority. Now, has your confidence in me wavered, since the election?” Now, Dean shook his head in the same slow way. “Then, trust that I want what is best for our world. Persecution of pure-blood sympathizers is how we started to fall and now we need to unite. I have a policy prepared that will counter the muggleborn bating, but the resurrection of anti pure-blood dark-wizard hunts by any aurors will not help.”
“Okay, I get it. I'll be careful.” Draco released his wrist and sat back again.
“And keep the details between very few. I would prefer if you and I were the only ones in the Ministry who were aware of this investigation, until we know something.”
“Gotcha.”
After picking up a biscuit from the tray, Draco continued, “On another topic: What do you know about Auror Weasley and Ms. Granger's relationship?”
“I don't think that falls under the heading of Ministry business.”
“No, I'd have to agree with you.” the blond man smiled and took a bite from the biscuit, chewed it and swallowed. “Let's just say, I am concerned for a muggleborn who has proven an important asset to my administration. I want to understand what troubles her, so that I can make her more comfortable and she will be able to continue in her service to me.”
Dean smirked and drank the rest of his coffee, placed the cup on the tray and crossed his arms. “Then, let us also say that the failure of certain marriages is of no fault to the wife. Some men aren't cut out to be husbands.”
Draco let one eyebrow drift up. He swallowed his second bite and studied the remainder of his cookie. “A man that isn't mean to marry, should avoid it.”
“And he would, if he knew it before embarking on that path.” Dean sighed loudly, “Ahhh, late bloomers.”
To this Draco barked out a laugh and Dean smiled. “I see. I see. Say no more or I shall split a side.”
“Stop.” Dean was barely holding in his laughter, so Draco bit back his own. Seriousness came suddenly to them. “They tried. He tried, for the first years, but by the time the law was passed, it was over.”
“I thought as much.” Draco pushed the rest of the food away.
“How did you know?”
“A Weasley, with no children, takes a dangerous job and is – constantly – in the thick of the worst cases? He's either suicidal or he's avoiding a hard emotional decision.”
“He told me, he sometimes hoped that he would die on a case so that Hermione would be free. His father's law saved his life.”

Harry was fairly certain that the new-found love James had for tea time came directly from his knowledge that Draco never missed tea. Even now, his son was nursing a half filled cup while he watched the door.
When Neville had quietly asked what was wrong, he had smiled and said, “You'll see.”
A few moments later, the door burst open, and to James' undeniable joy, Draco sauntered in.
When they had explained to James about their new living arrangements, and the relationship in terms they felt a child of two and a half could understand, James had asked what he was supposed to call Draco and the blond had smiled openly. “What do you want to call me?”
“Well . . . Daddy is my daddy, so you can't be that. Mommy is my mommy, and you aren't a mommy, so I don't know.”
“How about Father?” Draco asked and was rewarded by a beaming smile.
“Father!” James called and Draco stopped just inside of the parlour.
“Did you wait for me?” he said this so dramatically that the other adults knew he was teasing but James fell for it completely.
“Yes. We knew you would come.”
Draco might be late, make these dramatic entrances that Harry was certain were his main excuse, but he never missed four o'clock tea.
“James has been guarding your biscuits for ten minutes, so come and sit.” Harry ordered.
When they were finished, Harry and Hermione took James to play in the garden, so that Draco and Neville could talk.
The Minister leaned back and crossed his hands on his chest. “Neville, do you like being Lord Longbottom?”
“Beg pardon?”
“You are the head of a family house, managing properties, investments, businesses and employees. It's a hard job, I know. So, do you like it?”
“The work, yes. Don't much care for the public showings. The social obligations, parties, speeches, dinners, all of the things that require dress robes, good manners and flirting with the ladies.”
“And if being a Lord could be easier? If there were a way to continue on without the parts you don't like?”
“Then, I guess it's a great job to have.”
Draco considered the other wizard for a bit before speaking. “I have a potion. Just want you to think about this, very hard, before you decide. This potion could soften your voice, narrow your waist, shoulders, jaw, but it won't give you breasts. It would shrink . . . other parts. I can't turn you into a girl, but you could look more like one. More feminine. It would mean you'd need to make an announcement and tell the public what to expect. I don't think they would judge you too harshly. And I would support you, as I'm certain Harry would.”
Neville was silent, staring at the blond man whose smile grew by the second. Finally, Neville spoke up. “I wasn't expecting that.”
“You thought we'd talk about concubines.” Malfoy sat up and put a hand on Neville's “We barely know each other. You can't think I'd make a decision like that without spending time with a person, especially a person as damaged as you are.”
“I suppose not . . .”
“Now, don't make up your mind about the potion right away.” Draco rose and took the seat next to Neville on the divan. “Let's talk about your parlour. Tell me how that came to be.”
“It was my grandfather's reading room. . . not how it looks now. I redecorated it. He went there to have privacy, so when Gran gave it to me, I thought – Finally. I don't let the elves in there, not even Missy. She's my personal elf. I thought no one knew.”
“And you're lucky you were wrong.”
“But, how?”
“You were quite frantic when you came here. I was concerned and sent Hulga to watch you. She is not constrained by your 'no house elf' rule and observed your – accident.”
“Oh.” Neville shifted next to the blond. “You were worried about me?”
Draco laughed and reached for the cookies again. “Yes. I was.”
“I didn't know.”
“And now?”
“I like it.”
“Good. You deserve to have people worry about you. And what kind of things do you keep busy with, besides official duties and cross-dressing, that is?”
“I still like Herbology. If I hadn't taken on the family business, I think I would have gotten my mastery.”
“Then, you must see the Minister's gardens. This castle has many. We have one for roses. One for kitchen veg and herbs. One for potions ingredients, with a few rare plants. There's even one with the thickest grasses, where Harry takes James to play. It is the largest, too. Very safe for children.”
“Perniforus Stenotaphium Secundatum. It's a wizarding version of Buffalo Grass or St. Augustine. I'd love to see it. I've heard it is so soft you could make a bed out of it that's almost better than a mattress.”
Draco's eyes went a shade darker and his smile turned a bit feral. Neville wasn't sure what he had said, but he blushed anyway. “I may have to test that theory.”
“I didn't . .”
“Neville, relax. I'm just having you on.”
“You're not what I expected.”
“I hope that's good.” Draco looked surprised and Neville stared at his hands for a bit. “I'll take that as a yes. That is proof that we aren't ready to make any decisions. Talking and getting to know each other may prove even more eye opening.”
“And pleasant.”
“Pleasant, indeed. Speaking of pleasant. I'd like to try something, if you're game.” Neville nodded, enthusiastically and Draco put a hand on his neck. He leaned forward and put his lips against Neville's and pressed close.
At the touch of skin against his, Neville froze, but Draco was relentless and held him until he responded. Then, he deepened the kiss. Fire raced through Neville's blood from the closeness and Draco's fingers on his neck were warm and comforting. Tingling spread out and down his spine to force it into an arch that brought them closer still.
Neville groaned in appreciation and he could feel a smile seep onto Draco's face. Before he could pull away, the Minister put his other arm around Neville's waist and held on.
When Draco released him, Neville found his arms had travelled on their own accord and were wrapped around the Minister's shoulders, his hand tangled in silky blond tresses. He was completely out of breath.
“The experiment was a success, I think.” Draco said before releasing the other wizard and shifting away. “Now, how about a walk in the garden before my next meeting? I've got about ten minutes.”
“Um, okay.” Neville agreed easily, even though walking was still difficult with the healing he had to do. They had pulled on the cloaks and taken only about a dozen or more steps, when Draco stopped and glared at him.
“You're not okay! How could you agree to this when you aren't up to it?” Draco tranfigured a stone into an elegant garden bench.
“I didn't want to disappoint you.” Neville groaned as he lowered onto it.
“Hulga!” Draco called for the elf and she popped in. “You will take Lord Longbottom to his bed. Neville, I am more disappointed that you regard my wish above your own health. Your healing will take longer if you don't take care not to overdo. Now, I'll send up a potion. Drink it all and I'll see you before dinner. Go.”
The burly elf deposited him gently in his bed. The promised potion eased his pain and lulled him to sleep.

The crowd in the Atrium was mostly pure-blood and half-blood wizards, a few witches and a smattering of muggleborns, but only those that had large amounts of power, clout and connections with Ministry departments that afforded them protections. The podium was raised just enough to protect the Minister and his family while he addressed the population.
Draco stood and silence took a steady hold over the audience. He had been dreading this for days, but it couldn't wait if he was to protect the people from the attacks much longer.
“I have been made aware of a growing problem among our population. There are many who believe that I follow the precepts of hate that were fostered by a madman and a despot. I assure you, I am my own man and I have my own conscience. The attacks that have been occurring against muggleborns are not to be tolerated. The Wizengamut and I have agreed that stronger fines and sentences will be levied against all who are caught or found guilty of such crimes.
“Leading a mob, or being part of one, is a serious offense and will carry a heavy toll for those who commit it. Muggleborns have just as much right to live with us, in peace, as anyone born in our world, and more rights to your understanding for their unfortunate fate of being born among those who do not understand them. I am ashamed to be linked with such cowards as those who have persecuted their neighbors and I will see an end to it!” and when he stepped down the silence was broken by a single pair of clapping hand. It was unclear who was clapping, but it soon caught on and the applause was deafening.
Harry smiled as Draco returned to him and Kingsley. His heart filled with appreciation for the man he had joined himself to, the man his rival had grown to be.
“Good job. Now, where's the food?”
“Are you sure he's not pregnant yet?” Kingsley teased.
“Too soon to tell. I'm thinking the tests will be soon, though.” Draco returned as he led them toward the buffet that was served for officials and the press.
When Harry was contentedly eating with Neville, Seamus and Luna, Draco moved away to mingle with the rest of the correspondents. Later, he felt the heat of a gaze on him and moved to the side, away from prying ears and watching eyes, a rare thing to find among gossip mongers and “reporters”. A familiar ginger head came into view.
Bill stalked forward, intent on cornering the Minister. Draco stood silently, watching the oncoming ginger. “Why didn't you ask me?” the eldest Weasley said.
“Bill, what are you going on about?” Draco said.
“Concubines? I could be one for you. I was willing, even before you asked Harry. Why?”
“Mr. Weasley, at that time, my campaign needed a boost that solving your father's law would give it. However, solving the problem with one of his sons would have had the opposite effect. Taking Harry as my concubine, when I did, solidified Harry's involvement, solved the pure-blood marriage problem, and didn't get Arthur's hackles up. He would, and could, counter my taking you as a mate, because of you being his heir. It wasn't propitious.”
“Fuck propitious and fuck my father's opinion. It was him who caused the problem, left me with three children in tenuous legal straights and wizarding England in a bad way as Minister. He deserved to lose the election and you to win. Now, what do you say?”
“About what, Bill?” Draco asked his eyes full of innocence.
“Concubine. Me. Will you take me?”
“Hmmm, as my concubine, I could give your children legal status, bear pure-blood heirs and . .”
“What?” Bill was tense with desire to achieve his goal.
“No, I don't think it's right. I couldn't take a man that didn't want me for more than a way to repay a debt. I only took Harry after he proved that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.”
Bill looked shocked. His eyes followed Malfoy as the blond walked away. He was riveted to the spot for ten minutes or so. When he left, he went straight home and spoke to no one for two days.

Harry got the letter after breakfast, while he was playing with James, and the owl sat on the back of his chair waiting for a response. He quickly wrote out the invitation and sent it.
“Bitsy, can you get the two elves that Master Draco usually assigns to the Weasley children when they visit and go pick up Bill and the kids for a visit?” Harry watched the smile that bloomed on his servant's face as she nodded and winked out of sight. It reminded him briefly of Dobby and his willingness to please.
Soon, Bitsy, Leela and Barnabas appeared, with Bill, Victoire, Dominique and Louis in tow. The girls ran through to James' rooms and Tobias carried the baby along as Harry greeted his partner, and former brother-in-law. “Good to see you, Bill.”
“Thanks for seeing me, Harry. I've missed you.” Bill took one of the chairs in Harry's sitting area, while the concubine sat on the couch. “How've you been?”
“Well, I believe I'm a bit pregnant, if that's what you mean. I've never been before, but some of Ginny's experiences are bleeding through. My feet swell and I'm always hungry. Which reminds me. Bitsy, can you get us some snacks? Some for the children, as well.”
“Yes, Master Harry.” Bitsy disappeared and Harry turned back to the red-haired man.
“So, what's going on, Bill? You look like you botched a curse-breaking job.”
“That wouldn't happen. But, if it did, it might be better.” Bill leaned back and let his head rest against the back of the chair, his eyes closed and his chin tight. Harry waited as he gathered his courage. “I confronted Malfoy about not choosing me as a concubine. It didn't go well.”
“You had asked Draco to make you a concubine? When did this happen?”
“No, it's not what you're thinking. I told him, and his father, that I felt responsible and would do anything to make amends, but I didn't know about the concubine thing until you were made one. I just asked him why he didn't ask me, instead of you. I sort of insisted.”
“Oh, so you told him you would have been a better choice. I get it. He probably told you the reasons that he picked me, the political ones, at least?”
“Yeah, said it boosted his campaign, and said my father would have opposed me as his choice.”
“He's right. But, it's more than that, Bill. Tell me, what reasons you gave him to choose you.”
“I'm willing, I owe him, my father was the reason that this started, and I don't care what he thinks. I told him my children needed to be legitimized.”
“So, all facts and politics? Bill, you need to show him more. Tell Me why you want this. The real reasons, this time.”
“He's not like I expected. When I heard he was running for Minister, I was sure it was all some Slytherin trick and we'd all be sorry. I thought he was like his father, like his grandfathers, but I know better, now. That was the remnants of the curse speaking. He's smart, caring, accepting and a little devious, but not in that evil, dark wizardy way. I like him, as a person, and enjoy spending time here.”
“And, what about being his concubine? Why not just his friend?”
“Well, he's certainly fit. I mean, just cause I've got ginger hair, doesn't mean I'm blind to blonds. I married Fleur, after all.”
“So, you think he's hot? Had many fantasies about my lover, Bill?”
“What? I . . . I, Harry!”
“If you haven't, you don't stand a chance. Plus, after all that, I'd start worrying if you denied it. So, you want into Draco's pants, in the worst way, which is also a good way, and we've got to figure out how to get you there?”
“You'd help me?”
“Sure. You're my partner. And . .” Harry leaned forward and dropped his voice in a whisper. “There's no way I'm having enough children to make up for that curse. He'll need a few more to reach those numbers.”
“I think the curse lasted for four generations, so if you figure three children per, that's twelve. But, between the two of us, I still don't think we could manage that.”
“Six each. Nope. I guess we'll need to help him recruit some others. But first, let's figure out how to work you into the family. Now, you can't approach this all Gryffindor courage and straight-forwardness. You'll need some Slytherin cunning. He needs to think it's his idea.”
“Harry, when you told me that the hat nearly made you a snake, I was a little skeptical, but now . . .”
“Hey, I learned my strategies from your brother.” Harry stopped and snapped his fingers. “You need to talk to Ron. He'll know just how to get to Draco. He could always weasel in and make the man wiggle.”
“Ron? Okay. Can the kids stay here for a bit? I don't want them around when I'm talking to my brother about sex. Maybe they could spend the night, too.”
“Sure. Bitsy, can you go to Mr. Weasley's cottage and fetch some things for the kids? They'll need enough for an over-night stay.”
The elf bowed and winked out, and the two curse-breakers continued to plot over the tea and biscuits she had brought.
Bitsy was gathering a bag full of Louis' toys when the first blast hit the wards of the cottage. She peeked out the window and gasped, apparating away immediately, to land in the office of the Minister. Draco looked up and glared at her.
“Has something happened to Harry?”
“No, Master Draco. Harry be in his room with Mister Weasley.”
“He has a visitor? Why are you here?”
“Mr. Weasley be leaving babies to play with Master James. Bitsy was getting things for babies at Weasley cottage.”
“And?”
“Cottage be under attack. Bitsy came to warn Master Draco, like Master said.”
“Shell Cottage? How many attackers are there?”
“Many. Bitsy not count.”
“Very well. Go back to Harry, keep Mr. Weasley here, and I'll take care of this.”
“Yes, Master.”
While Draco rushed to his floo, Bill had already left Harry's room, with the aid of Rose, the elf who tended some of the other guests of the castle. He was surprised to find his mother gone, his father in his shed, and Ginny making supper.
“Ron's at work, Bill. He'll be home in an hour or so. Stay to dinner?”
“Sure, Gin. I'd love to.”
“Where are the kids?”
“Visiting James. He's doing good, you know.”
“Thanks, Bill. I'm glad. James is a good kid, but he's Harry's. I could never love him the way his father did. I'm not heartless, I just don't know what it was.”
“How's Oliver?”
“Let's not talk about that, okay? Help me with this soup, would you? I'm not as good as Mum, and she's been off, lately.”
Shell cottage was saved, just barely, and Draco paced Robard's office until the aurors returned to inform them of their findings. Most of the spells were cast by three wizards, all half-bloods and all former Ravenclaws. The trend was uncanny.
“So, you were right. This isn't just mob mentality, it's mob tactics. Bring in Weasley.” Robards shouted at the door.
“I told you, the pure-bloods are just trying to save their families, the muggleborns are the targets, along with a few muggleborn lovers, like the Weasleys, and that leaves the half-bloods. This is too well-planned to be the work of Hufflepuffs and too devious to be Gryffindors. There are so few Slytherins that are less than pure, so it could only be the work of dissatisfied Ravenclaws.”
“That's brilliant, Malfoy.” Ron snarked from the doorway and Robards gave him a stern look.
“Minister Malfoy predicted this attack, though not on your brother's home. What can you tell us, Auror Weasley?”
“It wasn't random, that's for sure. The main force of spells was here,” Ron raised a magic map of his brother's home and pointed to the area away from the beach, to the west, “Where the wards are the strongest, but the most powerful spells were here and here.” Now he indicated the south and north, along the beach, “ Where they were weakest. Near the water. That's where we found our perps' magic signatures. They were in our recorded files, just like you predicted.”
“That would have been another of the Minister's predictions.” Robards corrected.
“Oh. Well, it was not only three Ravenclaws, but three that have reason to target my family, and Hermione. One was Leon Bradley, the same man that lost his job when he broke the law about contracting new elves without proper clearance. Hermione's law. The other two, Chambers and Fawcette, were aurors that were caught stealing cursed objects and sending them to little muggleborns, before they were contacted by the Hogwarts recruiters. It was Bill that broke the curses, and the auror that caught them was me.”
“So, vendetta crimes. What about the other attacks?” Malfoy asked and Ron glared at him.
“All targets that were far from our aurors. They seemed random, but the distance from guarded sites is no coincidence.”
“Then, you have proof of a spy in your ranks, Auror. How are you going to catch them?” Draco smirked when Ron grit his teeth and looked away.
“I have a plan, if it's acceptable . . .” the youngest Weasley began.
Ron arrived home just in time for dinner and greeted his brother grandly. “I thought you'd be at the castle.”
“No. The kids are staying to play with James. They'll probably stay the night. I need to talk to you, in private.” Bill whispered the last and Ron nodded. “So, let's go eat.”
After dinner, in which no mention of the attack was made, Ron led Bill to the Twins old room, that had become his when George moved out permanently. The second bed had been replaced by an old couch and desk, where Ron sat while his brother took the couch. “So, let's talk.”
“I need your help. Harry said that you are a major strategist. I need to prove to someone that I want to be with them. I sort of botch it the first time.”
“Oh, you want advice on love?”
“No, just on convincing someone that I want them - for them. I kinda went for the facts first and left the emotional stuff out. I think I made it look like an arrangement, rather than a relationship.”
“Oh, so we need to prove it's more lovey than pragmatic?”
“I guess. Harry said that we need to make it seem like it's not my idea, too.”
“Oi, who is this bird?”
“I'd rather not say, just yet. Dad and Mum might not approve. I want to be in too deep for them to object before they know. So, how can I convince someone that I'm interested, without making them think I'm behind it.”
“Well, first off, get one of her friends involved. You need an agent on the inside. You need a spy.”
“Ron, I want to get laid, not lay waste.”
“Same thing, Brother. Same thing.” Ron began to outline a plan and Bill gained a new respect for his younger brother.
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