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Malfoy for Minister	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Okay, first with some housekeeping. Thank you for all the reviews and ratings. I was blown over by the response this story got, and went right back to writing. See, it does pay off to let me know how you feel. This is a WIP, but I have mapped it out and anticipate it to be around twenty-two or three chapters. I'll try to be diligent, but live happens people. Okay, so to the specific reviews:

Carousel: Glad you like it, and I hope it continues to interest you.

Moodysavage: I hope you aren't too turned off by the pairings, please note that Draco is on top in all of them, and no, this ain't no PWP. I plan to work them all in carefully. Though I don't promise that this is a series of love stories, and I admit to being a fan of Drarry, I thought the others could play a big part in this idea. Please, bear with me.

Green_eye_lover: Here's another dish for your hunger, hope it meets with your tastes(pun intended.)

Janna: Thanks, and here's a little bit of an explanation about that letter.

Unneeded: No, Draco is not a man whore, but the curse did have an effect on him. As for the W.W., let's just say that he's had an effect on it, already. As for happy families, let's wait and see how happy they are, okay?

Morbid_and_Sexy: Still love your user name. Glad to have you with me on this.

Layne: Here it is! Hope you love it!

Chapter Two: A Weasley Past Revealed

Draco had found the wine by accident, when he was wandering about in the Manor after the war. He and his family, mother and father, were given conditional pardons, Lucius for time served and Narcissa because she had aided the Boy-who-lived, but Draco couldn't understand his own release. He'd done nothing good for Harry Potter, unless the 'loan' of his wand and failure to give the other youth over to the Dark Lord was considered enough to satisfy the debts he owed for his outrageous behavior throughout their schooling. But, Draco was a realist, and he never believed that was so. He considered his lessened sentence to be another debt to the boy-wizard, and that grated on him even worse than his imprisonment would have.

So, he'd begun to wander, aimlessly through his family home, where Lucius and Narcissa were on a form of house arrest, and he'd found the wine cellars to be of particular favor for him. He could drown his worry and insecurity in samples of ancient wines and ails. He was careful to avoid bottles of cursed wines, noted by their colored labels and proximity to the lowest shelves, and instead filled his days with tests of some very expensive blends.

That was how he found the bordeaux. It was a full case of the exclusive red that he came across on a rainy Saturday, and he carried up to his room to save for later. Later came sooner, when he was witness to some dark dealings that the Aurors checking on his father were involved in. It seemed that the three assigned to the Malfoys took a particular interest in forcing Lucius into the most embarrassing situations and taking full advantage of his lack of wand.

Draco's had been returned, and he had given the borrowed wand back to his mother, but Lucius had been denied the privilege of procuring a new wand when Olivander was returned to his occupation. The guards had his father at their mercy, and no one, even a loving son, could do anything about it. He'd rushed to his rooms, saved out the memory for a pensieve and cracked open the first bottle.

The wine was divine, its flavor flawless, but the most wonderful thing was its effect. The minute it passed his lips and rolled down his throat, Draco was relieved.

He was no longer susceptible to the minutest of prejudices, knowing things that he kept in the deepest of his mind with absolute clarity, and not avoiding them because they went against subtle blindings that he'd been taught or learned in his youth. The wine cleared away all of the bunk that men and women use to make stupid decisions and allowed for pure reason and clean thoughts.

It was the most amazing experience Draco had ever had, and he knew exactly what it could do for him and how to put it to good use.

Many times over the next few years, Draco had shared the wine, judiciously, with seedy politicians and worthless money-grubbing lawmakers. He'd forced reason on those who were in positions of authority and managed to take a role in seeing only fit laws and officials make it to power. He'd laid the base for a better working Ministry, and only the office of Minister of Magic was left without a proper filling.

Draco never expected to rise to that position, but he knew of several candidates who would be less bound by the current office-holder's biases. He was frustrated that Kingsley Shakelbolt had refused the role, when offered at the end of the war, and the job had been given to one Arthur Weasley. Draco knew, even while under the calming influence of the wine, that the Weasley family Patriarch was not fit for that title.

He'd come to an end of his efforts, when no one would challenge Arthur, and spent the rest of that year working to lessen the sentence on his family. He had managed to regain their fortune, if he took on the title of Head of Family, something his father had readily given, and now was working to gain the use of magic for the man. He hadn't even looked at the case in his private chambers in days, when suddenly, he was filled with the clarity of thought that the wine often brought him.

He was further surprised when Lucius came rushing through his door and grabbed him up in a familial hug, rocking him side to side as he confessed to his son, "I've always been so proud of you, Draco. I need you to know that I love you, Son."

"I've always suspected as much, Father." Draco said.

"No. Call me Dad. Please, Son. Please, Draco." Lucius pulled him to arms length and his face showed a nearly pleading facade.

"Okay, Dad. I love you, too. Did something happen?" Draco asked, though he knew it was a moot question.

"The curse. It's been broken. They've succeeded!" Lucius called out with a happy bark of laughter. "I must go and see your mother." and he nearly danced out the door and away from his shocked son.

On the side of a mountain in Africa, Bill Weasley read out loud the words on the ancient parchment, as Harry stood by his side, reflecting on the words.

"My hatred for my rival is too much for my body and I have begun to suffer from housing it inside of me. I have decided to contain it in an object and separate it from myself. I have the perfect curse, found in the library's restricted section, while I worked on the new wing for my school last summer. I am going to perform it on the vase I have taken from Rigellus last month. It was a gift for his birthday, and he was lax in his security, for I broke in easily enough.

The curse is dark, so I'll have to be careful that I am not caught casting it, but once that is done, it will mark my enemy for all eternity. It will continue down our family lines, never letting either rest until they have damaged the other. I know it isn't fair to my children and theirs, but it will satisfy my need for vengeance and set my enemy up for future prosecution. It will mark them as dark-wizards for all time, setting them up to be outlaws and possibly killing off their line.

The curse will limit their offspring, as well. It will cause their families to only produce one child per generation, dwindling them until they can no longer keep on, eventually dying out and ceasing to exist.

This is my curse on you, Rigellus Malfoy! My revenge for the love of my beautiful Cressida Black!

Castor Merlin Prewett"

While he read the pages, Bill's tone grew feeble and his steps unsure. As they reached the slope of the foothills, he faltered and Harry caught him. He was crying, tears streaming down his face and his eyes red-rimmed and blood-shot. "Bill, Bill. Are you alright?" Harry asked, while he stood next to the other man, his arms barely able to keep Bill on his feet. He found a large flat rock and sat the red-head on it, watching as Bill stuttered and nearly fainted with excess emotion.

"We did it to them." he muttered, shaking the parchment. "It wasn't because of their evil nature, it was a curse. A strong, dark curse. You felt it, didn't you? That wasn't even it at its worse, it was weak from age. My family cursed the Malfoys. We made them who they are!"

"Bill, it wasn't you. You can't blame yourself." Harry tried but Bill was inconsolable.

"All the children that could have been conceived, but weren't because of this. Think of all of those children. Harry, think of what we owe them!"

Harry looked at his brother-in-law, while Bill fell apart, he wondered just what Bill meant by those words, and tried to calm the other man. "Bill, they have plenty. You and your family have suffered worse than they have, look at all their money and comforts. Your family has been so poor for so long, and until your dad was made Minister, you were looked down on by all those pure-bloods and especially the Malfoys. You don't owe them."

Bill looked up and Harry saw a desperate look in his pale blue eyes. "No. It wouldn't be right. They could have all the galleons in Gringott's and it wouldn't make it right. That curse was unforgivable. I wouldn't blame them if they retaliated for it. I wouldn't stop them and you have to promise not to either. Promise me, Harry Potter. Promise it on your parent's memory." Bill insisted.

"Okay, I'll promise." Harry said as he pried Bill's hands from his arms. "I promise not to stop the Malfoys from retaliating for the curse, but that doesn't mean I won't try to keep them from deciding to do it. I won't stand in their way, but I'll try to talk them out of it. Will that be enough?"

Bill deflated, his hands dropping from Harry's arms and landing in his lap where the parchment lay nearly forgotten. "It will do. We are at cross purposes, though. I'm going to try to talk them into it, you see. I'll give them the letter with the vase and tell them that I am going to do whatever I can to make it up to them. I'm going to forego my share of the fee, as well. Fleur will understand."

Harry shook his head, but didn't say anything. They had another day to wait for their portkey, and he didn't think there was enough time to talk Bill out of anything.

Ginny had peeked into Harry's office when the clock still said that its owner wouldn't return for three days. She smiled to herself and closed the door with a soft click. James was waiting in the kitchen, his bag packed for a few days with Grandma, and she had another appointment to get to. She led her son to the floo and took him through, dropping him on Molly's sofa and handing his bag to George with a quick kiss on her boy's cheek. "I'll be back in two days, James. You be good for George and Grandma. Mum loves you. Keep him out of trouble, George. See you in two." she said to them, before turning back to the open floo.

"Wait, aren't you gonna tell Mum anything before you go?" George asked as he sat down next to his nephew.

Ginny gave him a patient expression, but shook her head. "I'd never get going then. I'll see ya, George." she said as she slipped into the floo and gave out her destination. "Falmouth Falcon's locker room." and then she was gone.

"Well, then. Mr. James Betelgeuse Potter. What shall we do while you are here?" He asked getting a smile from the two year old. James loved his full name, knowing even now that he was named in honor of his father's godfather by the use of the Black family habit of naming children after stars and constellations. His Mummy never called him that.

Ginny stepped out of the floo and into the antechamber of the locker room, a well appointed sitting parlor with overstuffed chairs and a beautiful tapestry depicting the teams many wins. She settled in to wait, and was not kept there alone for long. "Hello, Red." the voice of her lover sneered and Ginny flew into his arms.

"Oh, Darling. I've missed you so much. We have two whole days. Come on, let's not waste another minute. Oliver, I love you." She was soon kissed senseless and carried out the door to Oliver Wood's waiting coach. It was pulled by centaurs and rolled along like it was on a cloud, not that Ginny would have noticed, for she spent most of her time with Oliver on just such a cloud.

If not for the secret she had vowed to share on this trip, she'd be floating there now.
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