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Political Axes	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Political Axes
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-ch2
- 4-Ch3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 19-18
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�Blaise, get your back end over here now!� Draco screamed into the floo.
Pulling his head out of the fireplace he turned and crossed the study to sit on the couch. A mere minute later, Blaise Zabini, Draco�s longtime friend, emerged from the floo barefoot, swaying groggily, dressed in only red silk pajama pants and a black bathrobe hastily thrown over his shoulders. Draco immediately noticed that Blaise had allowed his hair to grow out. It fell just past his neck in large springy curls, hair Pansy loved to sink her hands into. She bragged that it was like being trapped in a soft cottony web. It was a shame Blaise had pussy perpetually on the brain.
Blaise swiped a hand over his face roughly and huffed. �Little Lucius this had better be important. I haven�t seen you in a month, but needless to say being summoned like a butler is just not on. I�m fucking hung over, I�ve not had breakfast or coffee, and it is not even Noon. On Sunday, no less! What the hell? Your mother had better be up on the roof sucking off a house-elf for this kind of dramatic summons.�
Draco set bright slate eyes upon his best friend. �First of all, my mother and sucking off does not come out of your mouth ever again or you�ll need a special Niffler to find your balls. Next, if you would stop boozing like being drunk would bring Pansy back you�d not be hung over as a rule. Lastly, you know I hate to be called Little Lucius. Why must you do it?�
�You know Draco, you have tried for years to distance yourself from Lucius, and most times you are commendably successful. However, when you throw on the dramatics and start summoning people to the Manor at ungodly hours, you fail miserably. So, what has got milord in a tizzy this fair Sunday?�
Draco brought a hand up to the bridge of his nose and pressed trying to ward off a headache. �He�s been called again.�
Blaise slouched on the edge of the massive desk that dominated the room, his bare feet hip width apart in an uncharacteristically inelegant pose. He inclined his head a bit and studied Draco for a moment, as if trying to decide if he was actually awake. Then he leapt from his half seated position and swooped down on Draco.
�What the fuck, Draco! You called me over here for that? How many times have we done this, huh? You KNEW what Potter did when you two started up. Yet now you want to sit here and play the fucking worried spouse. Fuck me!� Blaise threw up his hands in frustration before bringing one back down and lightly smacking Draco in the head.
�Ow! Lay off the hair you lout. What, I shouldn�t worry? You know what could happen. You remember, better than most, what can happen when an Auror is captured by the enemy.�
�That was five years ago Draco,� said Blaise wearily. �Plus, Potter�s not your garden variety Auror. He�s Class 5. They kill everything in the room as par for the course.�
Draco sucked in a sharp breath. �Wha�What the fuck do you mean they kill. Harry is an Auror, but last I checked Aurors do not kill as a rule, they capture and only kill when given no other option. Harry has never told me about having to kill as a rule. What, are you saying he�s� he�s a what, some kind of wizard assassin?�
�No. No. I misspoke. Look Draco, Harry�s told you who all the Class 5 are, right?�
�Yes. I know the team members. What are you telling me?�
�Think about it. All six of them have something in common. Something that would make being a member of the shadowy Class 5s possible.�
�They all lost people to Voldemort, so? That can be said for all of us.�
�Emma Johnson, who did she lose?�
�That�s Angelina Johnson�s little sister, yes? Well, no one. The Johnsons left England during the war.�
�So I ask you again, what do the six have in common?�
�Well, they are all top duelists, war vets�well, not Emma. Hmm�I give.�
�During the war Harry had roughly four or five people he trusted implicitly, yes. Then, just before the end he lost three of them at the hand of one. What would make Harry join a team of any kind after such betrayal? I mean seriously, Potter has a suspicion complex Salazar himself couldn�t match.�
Blaise could almost hear the analytical process happening inside Draco�s mind. He watched Draco�s skin turn pale and yet paler as the answer hit him.
�Shit! Harry.�
Silence filled the room. Blaise just held his gaze down to the carpet, slowly rubbing his hand back and forth across his chest, as if there was a deep ache or itch there.
�What do�how are they all connected to Harry besides being on his team. Blaise, is�is he in danger? I mean, more than normal? Harry couldn�t take another betrayal from a team member, someone he trusts.�
Draco watched Blaise�s mocha-colored complexion turn ashen the longer the silence wore on. Unbeknownst to Blaise, Draco always envied his friend�s skin-tone, like Honeyduke�s finest Hazelnut Chocolate. It was completely smooth and never needed a Sunblock Charm in the summer. Now though, Blaise�s skin had drained of its luster. There was more to this than Blaise wanted to say and Draco was determined to get to the truth.
�Blaise? Colloquio a me, amico.�
Hearing Draco address him in limited Italian, Blaise shot his friend a weak smile. �Fratello. Things are becoming�dangerous again. Not Riddle�s pureblood-mania danger. Political danger. Harry has nothing to fear from his team. He will be safer with them than either you or I frankly.� Blaise let out a loaded breath and raked a hand through his curls.
�The Class 5s are being watched. Political brewing has begun. I was waiting until I had more to go on before alarming you and Harry, but...� Blaise shrugged.
�Continue, please.� Draco stood and poured them both tea and handed one mug to Blaise.
�You know as well as I that there has not been a fully sanctioned Authoritative team of Class 5s in like what, fifty or sixty years. Mad-Eye petitioned for years during Voldemort�s first reign to have a team instated, but as usual the political powers were more fearful of the support such a team would garner than they were of Voldemort doing away with a few Muggleborns and half-blood wizards.
�Well, Harry runs the current Class 5 group as quiet as it�s kept. He�s not just another team member. I mean there is a leader no one knows, but Harry�s the day-to-day guy. There are only five members in addition to Harry. While they are all undoubtedly badass, they have also pledged Undying Deaths�to Harry. Not to the cause, not to the Ministry. Because of that he has power, Draco. I�m not talking magical power. I�m talking political power. The streets are talking my friend, and I believe there are some factions who fear the way your man is taking control. As a Class 5 he is amassing not the idle fan-based following of his pre-war days. He has legitimate, hardcore support. He has a loyalty unrivaled in his team, and several more in various ministry offices. That has certain age-old pureblood politicos worried.�
�Are you telling me that because Harry is Class 5, wait leader of the Class 5 Aurors, that he is somehow a political threat?�
�Yes. They don�t fear him for what he can do today. Even Harry Potter couldn�t hope to be Minister at 25, but say, 45. What then? With his track record who could oppose him?
�Think about it Draco. You and I grew up in pureblood society. What do you think would happen if a half-blood became head of the Ministry. Yes, Potter got rid of Voldemort�and a many thanks for taking out the trash�but leading the Ministry, passing laws, repealing laws that help shore up certain elite ranks and policies is where the power lies. What don�t you think certain vested parties wouldn�t do to see that not happen?�
Draco was momentarily at a loss for words, if not surprised. Complications just seemed to plague he and Harry at every turn.
�That�s just preposterous. Harry does not want to be the fucking Minister of Magic. Great Morgana�s tits! Harry is right, people are morons.�
Draining the last of his tea Draco asked, �So this is what is hiding underneath all the bedroom spies and dick jockeys?�
�I believe so. Think about it. They can wage a covert slander campaign that could besmirch Potter so bad that even his little Gryffindor friends will be rethinking his values and worth. What better way to ensure their continued rule than to tarnish the reputation of the one half-blood wizard that could not only take them on, but win?
�Plus Potter has an ace. In addition to being the most powerful wizard of the age, Potter is not too shoddy intellectually. Couple that with the fact that he has a highly skilled political advisor at his beck and call, and even I can see their long term logic.�
�Political advisor? Who?�
�Why you Little Lucius. Everyone knows Malfoys dine on wizarding politics from the moment they are weaned. While you may not be Lucius, you are a Malfoy, and you are schooled in ways that could aid Potter no end should he choose to seek office. Potter�s power, instincts, and intellect coupled with your savvy, analytical, conniving mind and no one would stand a chance. Not to mention the Malfoy and Potter coffers. Even if they didn�t think Harry wanted to dismantle their little hierarchy, they have no way of knowing what ideas you may be whispering in his ear under the covers. For all they know you are manipulating and grooming Potter to help engineer some insidious Malfoy power play.�
Draco took a shaky breath. It was just all too much, and yet so ridiculously plausible. �Are�are you sure?�

�This is me, Dray. Has my information ever once been wrong?�

�How do you know? Who is your source?�
Blaise gave Draco a calculated look through chestnut eyes. �I never reveal a source, you should know that best of all.�
�Can you dig a little and maybe get some names? Perhaps play to the pureblood crowd, see who is looking at the Minister�s Quidditch World Cup box seats in ten or fifteen years?�
�In the works, but it�s slow going. It seems once I get close to discovering the source of the newspaper articles and identities of the Ministry shadows they have on the Class 5 team it all dries up.�
�I�ll discuss things with Harry when he returns. You�ve not mentioned this to anyone, right?�
�You know me better than that,� said Blaise, slightly disgusted at the mere implication that his lips would be so loose.
�Good.�
Blaise turned from Draco and went to stand at the fireplace mantle. All this talk of danger, Aurors and blood purity had memories bubbling to the surface, memories he would give anything to be rid of. He propped one elbow on the mantle and dropped his face into his hand thinking back to that moment six years ago when he witnessed the brutal torture and gang rape of a female Auror, while her partner was forced to watch before they were both killed and left on the steps of the Ministry. It was all Blaise could do not to gouge out his own eyes while watching such a horrible act. Turning tail and running at a Death Eater revel was an excellent way to be lumped in with the victim du jour. No, Blaise did not help; he did not run, but he did turn from the Dark Lord. That night, after almost brewing himself a suicide potion, he fled along with his mother into hiding. A week later Draco�s Patronus found him and informed him that the Light would like to offer them sanctuary. Draco had been on a mission from the Dark Lord during the revel Blaise witnessed, and little did Blaise know that Draco had been a spy for the Light for nearly six months at that point. Nothing cemented a friendship like surviving a war together, but Blaise hated reminders of why it was he could scarcely get through a day without several drinks.

Draco, sensing the descent into war remembrance melancholy, piped up. �There was nothing for it, Blaise. You know it. I know it. Move on. Would you like some breakfast?�
�No, but I know you�ve got some of that special potion-soaked grass you and Potter smoke on occasion.�
�A little early, yeah Blaise?�
�Perhaps, but indulge me.�
Draco moved to the writing desk and from inside one of the drawers he pulled out a medium sized, cerulean glass dragon. He pulled off the animal�s head to reveal a hollowed core. Retrieving a couple of pre-rolled smokes, Draco lit them with a spell as it was the only way to activate the potion that was laced into the pot. He handed one to Blaise and put the other to his own lips, taking a small drag.

Blaise, in thoughtful repose at the mantle, didn�t say anything. He just stood there watching the flames crackle in the hearth while puffing slowly on the joint.

The two friends, each lost in their own thoughts, sat in the study for the next two hours getting high, drinking tea and supporting each other in silence.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read so far. I've received two reviews, and I want to thank those two folks for taking the time to drop a line of encouragement. I hope to update this story once or twice a week going forward. Please, spare a moment and review. I would love some feedback--even if you flay me :)
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