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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: Hate me if you will, but this may be the last post for a bit. I have school coming up, and I have other stories to work on as well. I have recently been struck with another muse, and have worked on it with the assist of a fellow author and friend, but I don't know if I'll post it right away. An odd little thing that required I collaborate with a lady I know. It's called Granger Black, Wizard First Class, so when it comes, you'll know to consider it. I'll probably post it here, though I don't know if it fits the Threesome/moresome heading. Oh, well. It contains M/M and F/F and the pairings for it are HG/PP, CD/HP, GG/DM, RD/NL, and SB/GW(Not Sirius). Mainly, I don't want to post it until I have gotten these closer to finish. Especially this one that has a definite chapter count. Bound and Gagged is a WIP that will likely go until it gets boring or I decide to end it, and Chameleon song is destined to last a lot longer if I keep adding in side stories. Hope you like this installment, and I'll try to update the others soon.

moodysavage: Yes, Harry is free of the ol' ball and chain, (snicker)

Janna: I can't believe how harsh everyone is to Ginny. She's human, and he was away a lot. Malfoy will offer some other perks to his original, Harry won't be able to say no.

unneeded: Okay, here's the curse, in a nutshell, namely Weasley, the nut that is. The curse was intended to take all of the dark from the Weasley line and transfer it to the Malfoys. As the years went on, and more Weasleys were born, and less Malfoys, it got concentrated. So, curse gone, evil flows back, landing on the head of the household. One Arthur Weasley. Clear things up? Gosh, I hate giving away details before their time, but I'll get it in a later chappie.

Christopher: Is that your real name? Good job on the explanation, but see previous comment for more. I like your ideas, too.

tkykitty: Yes, the pairings are all quite controversial, but they remain for my story. I posted under threesomes, because Draco will be pairing with more than one person, but no there will be no three-ways, sorry. It's more that there will be many combos. I will do what I can to make the DM/HG as believable as possible, and I confess that my posts will be sporatic. Sorry, school starts in two weeks and I'm taking some pretty strong courses.

Chapter Five: Draco on the campaign

            "I am running for the office of Minister of Magic. I believe that Wizarding England is in dire need of a more competent leader to keep the peace, restore order and support the wizards and witches that are the life-blood of our society. That is my platform and I promise to run a clean campaign, from start to finish." Draco was cool as he spoke to the reporter that arrived at his home just before the ritual to reinstate his parents' marriage. Harry had come, at Draco's insistence, telling him that his mother would appreciate an honest witness, and that his presence would add to the belief that Draco was sincere in his bid for Minister.

            Just as the woman was about to spring into her onslaught of questions, the door flew open and the elder Malfoys entered, followed by a tiny, squinty-eyed man with a very long wand. The proctor of the ritual ushered everyone around, dismissing the reporter and her cameraman with a stiff wave. He explained things very tersely, "I am Dormus Fletcher and I'll be casting the enchantments on the room first. After I am ready, Mr. Malfoy will need to stand in the center and Miss . . . um, Black will cross to him. You will walk under the archways, toward each other and if there are no obstructions, your marriage will be reinstated. Do you each understand?" he asked.

            "What if there are obstructions?" Narcissa asked pragmatically.

            "Then, there may be some pain." Fletcher stated quickly.

            "How much pain?" Draco snapped and the man scowled at him.

            "A lot, alright? Do you still wish to proceed?" His scowl dipped as he turned back, his eyes eager for either eventuality, the couple declining the ritual, or their failure. Harry cleared his throat and the little wizard swallowed. "If you are ready, then." and he waved the wand, that looked to be about fifteen inches, in five short swishes and three distinct flicks.

            The archways looked like bands of gold and silver, the gold farther from the blond man, and the silver directly in front of him. Narcissa was pushed back by the preparations, to stand near the door, waiting for the proctor's signal. She held herself regally, as if she were about to be crowned, and Lucius watched her with a benign expression. Fletcher put his wand close to his face and said, "Begin."

            Lucius stood tall as Narcissa stepped forward, her eyes directly catching his and their expression unreadable. By the time she reached the floor in front of the gold arch, Harry realized he was holding his breath. She put her foot forward at the same time that Lucius took his first step and a sound broke the silence next to the green-eyed wizard. Draco had released his own breath and Harry smiled. The couple continued forward, reaching out to take each other's hand, then wrap their arms around each other and kiss so fondly that Harry felt himself blushing.

            The proctor broke into the spell that seemed to have been cast over the room. "Well, then. I guess you are truly in love. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. I'll be going." and though he said the words, his tone was unconvincing and Harry chose to ignore him.

            "This is wonderful!" he announced looking at the stunned reporter, who he was sure had expected to be preparing an article that renounced the known dark family. "You aren't going to miss an opportunity to catch this on film, are you?" and he pushed at the cameraman who started and raised his camera. The shot taken would be of the happy couple's kiss, and Lucius made it a good one, lifting his wife into the air and spinning her around. The caption would read, "First Couple to Thwart Minister's War on Families." and it would run just under the one that said, "Malfoy for Minister."

            The article would contain a paragraph about Harry Potter's endorsement of his long-time rival, and renounced for all of Wizarding England his support of his ex-father-in-law. It wasn't the interview that Harry had given, but he was too angry at one particular Weasley to care what the rest of them said, for today.

            Meanwhile, the new law had caused other problems that weren't solved so easily. Molly had refused to participate in the ritual until she was done being mad at Arthur for his part in the law and Ron and Hermione were at odds about something that they refused to tell to even their best friend. Harry.

            Neville sat at his Gran's summer home, wondering how he'd ended up here, in the silent parlor where Gran had often taken tea when he was a boy, chiding him over this or that and teaching him the things he would need to know when he grew up. He missed his other relatives, most gone now that the war was over and they had let themselves relax into their ages and slowly passed on, leaving the Wizarding world to the young and fit. Gran's passing, the day before, had been hard on him, and now he had other things to worry about as well.

            His marriage, the last thing that his great uncle Arcturus had arranged, before he too left the family to its future, was severed and he knew that there would be no way to renew it. He didn't love his wife, though he did respect her and hoped that she would find the happiness she deserved. He would arrange for her to be compensated, but he could do no more. He was not guilty of siring a bastard, since he had never been able to sleep with the girl, from the start. He had expected to be the last Longbottom, since he'd discovered his true attractions in seventh year.

            A lot had happened that year, not the least of which were his discovering he was gay, a powerful wizard when directed, and the death of the Dark Lord. Now, he just felt lost and misdirected. He picked up the copy of the Daily Prophet, that had been delivered to his home early this morning, just before he had packed up and left for the last time, and read the article on the front page.

            "Malfoy for Minister," it said, boldly showing the blond Slytherin standing next to Harry Potter and his parents. "Draco Malfoy, son of the noted Pure-bred Wizard Lucius Malfoy and his reinstated wife Narcissa Black Malfoy, said today that he will oppose current Minister, Arthur Weasley, for the highest office in the wizarding world. He claims his stance on restoring order, establishing limitations to Ministry powers and redirecting education to include all ways of life, pure-blood rules and rituals to muggle studies. Our world is becoming to narrow in its focus and that is causing many to feel that they are forgotten or uncared for in these times. I will brook no exclusionism, including that of muggleborns or pure-bloods. Said Mr. Malfoy early this morning. He advocates a sterner control and more checks and balances of all offices, including that of Minister of Magic, which would have foreseen and forestalled the disasterous policy that was so recently put into effect by the current administration."

            Neville sighed and put the paper aside, rising and calling out for Misty, his Gran's only elf at this property. "Clean up this place and prepare me some breakfast, please. I'll be staying here from now on. My old room will be fine for now, but I'll probably be doing some redecorating." he left the confused elf and continued on to his room, intent on having a nap to refresh himself from the past few months of poor sleep.

            He was glad that Gran had given the house to him, and that he had not decided to sell it like Millicent had wanted. He would let her keep the cottage in Ottery St. Catchpole, near the Diggorys, the Fawcetts and the Weasleys. That would do her some good, living close to non Slytherins for a while, until she decided to sell it and moved on.

            Tomorrow, he would talk to Gran's executive

            Sleep took him quickly, something that hadn't happened in quite a long time.

            Malfoy had given three interviews and had countless pictures taken by the time they all sat down to lunch, his parents insisting that Harry stay and join them in the small dining room. It was more elegant than any restaurant he had ever eaten at and he wondered what Ginny would think about it, then he banished that thought from his mind.

            After the meal, while Lucius and Draco discussed some of his campaign suggestions over coffee and scones, Narcissa took Harry aside to express her personal thanks for his part in ending the curse on her husband's family, and hers by proxy. "Lucius is like a child, looking about with wonder at each and every thing within his grasp. You've given him a new lease on life and a chance to make some fantastic changes for the future. Thank you, Harry."

            "I was just doing my job, Mrs. Malfoy. I had no idea what the curse was, until Bill found that letter. We were shocked, and Bill feels responsible, in part, for his family and what they did to yours." Harry had to blurt it out, just so that the Malfoys would know what his brother-in-law, well ex-brother-in-law, was feeling. Perhaps they could dissuade him of his resolution to make it up to them some way.

            "He does. How absurd. Bill Weasley has never done anything to my family, that I know of. What could have made him feel that way?" she asked the air around her. "Lucius, did you know about this?" she called and the two blond men turned to look her way.

            "What Darling?" Lucius asked and she rose to face him, her manner regal once more. Harry had the feeling that she adopted this pose often, usually when she needed to gain the most attention.

            "Bill Weasley, who has generously broken the curse on our line, and done so without pay, by your own admition, still feels responsible to the Malfoy family. What could have made him feel this?" she asked, or more like announced.

            Lucius looked guilty, then reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the yellowed parchment that Bill had given him. He held it up and walked the distance to his wife, handing it to her with eyes downcast and a look of shame. Narcissa took it and held it up, glaring at him for a moment before allowing her eyes to drop to the page. The room waited while she read the letter.

            "The curse was cast by a Prewett, not a Weasley." She stated.

            "The Prewetts are no more. Their family is now the Weasley line. The Weasleys are the ones who have profited from your losses." Harry filled her in and Narcissa gawked, but only for a second.

            "This is . . ." she began, then handed the note to her husband and wandered off, muttering something under her breath.

            Draco turned to Harry and said, "What could Bill Weasley do for us? What does he expect us to want from him?" Harry shrugged and Draco shook his head, his brows knitted together in thought. "Maybe . . . just maybe." he said but didn't elaborate.

            Harry fell easily into the roll of Malfoy's supporter, standing with him to give speeches, going to visit the sites of building and rebuilding that Malfoy's money had gone to, and visiting the survivors and orphans of the war. Harry had had no idea how many there were, but Draco had shown him the numbers, pure-blood or not, the blond was working to help wherever he could.

            Each place he went, on the suggestion of his candidate, Harry was calling the current Minister to account for his negligence in dealing with these atrocities. Draco's successes were Arthur's failures. And the faces of the children, when they heard who had sent him, were like that of angels.

            The Malfoys, being trapped in their home, had arranged for floo connections, so that they could talk to the children and families. Draco had personally given toys through the floo, from his own discarded, as well as owl-ordered, supply. Some of the families had come through, bringing the children to play in Draco's old nursery, or fly with him in his pitch, and a monthly visit had been encouraged for the orphans at two different homes. Those children knew Draco, intimately, and Harry was beginning to see a side of his old rival that he had never known existed.

            The rivalry still existed, and Harry found himself challenged. He took James with him to the orphanages, letting him deliver toys and supplies, some for Draco, others he had bought, and then let him go and play with the children. He bounced toddlers on his knee, cuddled babies and even helped feed and change a few. He hadn't realized how much he had missed of James' infancy until he was sprayed by an enthusiastic two month old named Ernest.

            Many of the orphans, younger than seven, were the result of deaths that happened from death eater backlash, those still on the loose tended to target the strangest people, or the eventual sentencing of death during imprisonment, by actual killing, or by more or less natural causes. Some of the children would never be claimed, just because of who their parents had been. Now, Harry would find that new orphans were arriving because of the hysteria caused by the new marriage laws.

            "His name is Brock, Brockton Hayes Parkinson. He was the son of Pansy and Marcus Flint, but when they couldn't renew their marriage, she killed herself. He refuses the child, and no one can force him to take on a child that is legally a bastard." the elder woman, who reminded Harry a lot of the late Poppy Pomfrey, said. "He's just one of many."

            "But, that's just wrong. There's got to be a way to fix this, if people would just give it time." Harry insisted, but the woman sighed.

            "They have no hope. There's nothing in the works yet and your candidate hasn't come up with anything solid to base his platform on. He needs to show them a light. Something to strive for. I believe he has the heart, since I've seen it in him, but if he delays much longer, there will be nothing to save."

            "I'll speak with him. We can come up with something, I'm sure of it." and he picked up James and apparated away.

            "Potter, could you spare a few minutes?" Draco asked from the door to his study. Harry had just returned from the Burrow, where he left James while he was dealing with the legalities of his ex-wife and her possessions in his home. She had promised to move out by the end of the week, not that she kept much there it seemed. A lot of her things were already in Oliver’s flat in Manchester. Harry followed the blond into the room and sat down on one of the soft suede sofas that were his favorite when he visited.

            "What’s the problem? Need me to sign some more photos in front of the Ministry while your speech airs over the viewer?" Harry asked with a smile. It was still funny that the Ministry couldn’t keep Malfoy from campaigning, even though he rarely left the manor these days.

            "Actually, I was wondering if you could use your considerable influence to arrange for a strategy session with a witch you know. " Draco’s tone was serious, so Harry leaned forward and his eyes grew intense. The blond continued, "The main concern that the Wizengamut has had, since the war, is how to deal with the segregation of society and govern it according to the precepts of the winning side. The Wizengamut is the equivalent of the Muggle organization called the House of Lords. It is generally set up to be run by the pure-blood houses, and there is no current provision to make that open to the muggleborn or half-bloods that aren’t recognized by their parent family. I need to figure out a way to get around this so that Pure, Half and Muggleborns can work together the way that the war left the public assuming it would go. So far, the only thing that has come is more segregating, more anger and hatred, and even worse, some fairly dangerous elements are trying to undermine the entire Ministry of Magic. It may not be the best, but it’s what we have and we need to make it work. "

            "So, who do you need to get here for this strategy meeting and why would you need me to ask? "

            "I happen to know that this witch is not excited about the idea of visiting my home, since her last visit ended in some pretty bad memories. I know that you have some sway, and I truly think she is the best one to have in on this meeting." Draco seemed to be hedging and Harry had a bad feeling. "I want representatives from all three branches of our community, and I can handle the pure blood part, with you as our main half-blood, but I need some input from the muggleborns. Could you ask Miss Granger to attend?"

            Though Malfoy looked a bit peaked from just asking, Harry couldn’t resist, "You want Hermione to come here and talk about politics with you? This is too rich. Yeah, I’ll ask her. She’s been staying with Bill at Shell Cottage, so I can go there now."

            "She’s at the home of William Weasley?" Malfoy asked and Harry nodded. "Perhaps, you could invite your partner to come as well. My views as a pure-blood may seem tainted by previous prejudices. Bill Weasley is a pure-blood who worked for desegregation. He would make an admirable addition to the discussion. Perhaps, he and I can discuss his need to make amends to my family. I’d like to understand this, as well."

            "I’ll ask. Bill has three little children, so he’ll have to make arrangements. I’ll let you know."

            "If this is a problem, he can bring the children here. The house elves would love to care for young ones. It’s a secret desire of theirs to have this house filled with babies." Draco’s sinister tone took Harry by surprise, but he was soon laughing along with the aristocrat.

            "Have you come up with any plans to negate the new marriage law? I know that Arthur has been looking for a way to override it, but it has the official seal and only another law or amendment can supercede that. He’s at a loss."

            "Hence, the reason one should not be free to enact a law without a proper back-up of legal wizards to check for the possibility of it’s being a bad law. There was a law in 1622 that made it illegal to cast a curse or charm within ten miles of Big Ben Tower. It took three decades to correct that one."

            "Doesn’t seem all that bad. What was the problem?" Harry asked.

            "Potter, St. Mungo’s, Kings Cross and the Ministry are all within that ten miles. They all had to relocate until the law could be repealed."

            "Oh." Harry said sheepishly.

            "I had an idea, but I’m still researching it. I’ll let you know when I have a plan of action. If I can solve that one, I’ll be a shoe-in for the office."

            "I know." Harry said with a bright smile that went all the way to his eyes. Draco stared at him for a bit before the green-eyed wizard shook his shoulder. "Earth to Draco. You alright?"

            "Sorry, Potter. For a second there, you sounded enthusiastic about my becoming Minister."

            "I can see how that would throw you. The worst part is, I think I am, and that throws me, too."

            Molly glared at Arthur when he got home from the office. She glared at Ginny, who had come home with Oliver Wood the day before, announcing that they were expecting, and engaged. Molly had been glaring a lot lately and from the looks of things, she would continue until something drastic changed.

            When Bill arrived through the floo with his three children, all crying, covered with soot and saying they were hungry, Molly went into action, her glares sent to the adults that began to scurry around trying to appease the matriarch of the Weasley family.

            When the children were fed, bathed and put to bed in Bill and Charlie’s old room, Molly allowed the adults to eat and relax a bit. That was when Ron came through the door.

            "Where is Hermione?" Molly snapped as he got a plate and sat down.

            Ron looked around at the faces of his siblings who were watching him silently. "She hasn’t come home. We had a fight the other day. I don’t think we’re going to try the ritual."

            Molly turned her glare back to Arthur and the Minister looked down at his fork and knife. "A brilliant law you enacted, Mr. Minister! Let’s make pure-bloods prove they married for love. That’ll show them." She snarked before going to the drawer and getting out a set of silverware and slamming them next to Ron’s plate. "She’ll come around, Dear."

            "But, she’s not the problem, Mum." Ron caught himself and stuffed a spoonful of shepherd’s pie into his mouth.

            "Not the problem? And what is that supposed to mean?"

            "It’s between Mione and me, Mum. If we can’t work it out, then nothing anyone else does can help."

            "You don’t know that. Tell us what the problem is and we’ll give you some advice. "

            "No?" Ron tried but his mother glared down at him, now. "I can’t tell you this! It’s personal. Guy stuff."

            "Posh. I’ve six sons. I can handle some guy stuff." Molly countered and Ron looked around helplessly.

            "I can’t . . . er, get excited with . . her." Ron’s words were muffled but when Ginny gasped he knew that they were not unintelligible. "That’s why we haven’t had a baby, Mum. We’ve never had real - good sex. I tried, you understand. I love her, I really do."

            After his initial hesitance, Ron’s words started to come more easily, and Molly was stuttering out something that didn’t sound like advice. Bill took his brother’s arm and dragged the youngest Weasley son out of the kitchen and up the stairs. In Ron’s old room, he sat his brother down and paced in front of him. Ron watched with trepidation and Bill finally sat down next to him, leaning his elbows on his knees and taking a few cleansing breaths. "Ron, that was quite a shock. Mum will likely never get over it. You do know that our family is all talk, didn’t you?"

            "What?"

            "Mom likes to say she can handle anything, but we usually just make up something to appease her and then go to each other. Didn’t think we had to tell you that."

            "I know. I’m just outta sorts. She came at me too suddenly. What’s got her panties in a bunch, anyhow?"

            "She doesn’t want to go through the ritual. Says that her love should never be in question. I think she’s afraid that Dad doesn’t love her enough to appease it. Now, about you and your marriage."

            Ron groaned and fell back on the bed, his hands on his face and his eyes closed. "Let’s not talk about it. I can’t face anyone after that."

            "Just think about what does make you . . . excited. . ." Bill began.

            "Hard. You can say it up here. What makes me hard . . . is," Ron looked around like he was expecting to find a reporter for the Prophet in the corner, "men." he whispered.

            "You’re gay?" Bill asked with a chuckle.

            "I think so. It was just that during the war, with Hermione always there, and the emotional intensity of it all. I thought I was in love with her. When we’re alone, she seems more like Ginny. You aren’t disgusted with me, are you?"

            "That explains a few things. No, not me. I’ve done my share of experimenting, in my younger days. But, I didn’t get married until I was sure that the girl was the one I was in love with. Hermione’s staying at my place, you know?"

            "I kinda thought that was the case. Tell her I’m sorry, okay?"

            "Nothing to be sorry for, Ron. If you’re gay, you can’t stay with her. That’s not fair to her, or you. Stay here, and get yourself sorted out, and we’ll figure out what to say to the folks."

            "Thanks, Bill." Ron sat up and looked at his brother for a second. "How are you holding up? Must be rough, Fleur taking off like that."

            "Must be. Look, you aren’t the only couple that had some difficulty. Ginny and Oliver have proven that. Fleur and I had been arguing for a while, and this makes it hard to fix things. I only hope she finds her mate. It was hard for her to be with me, when her veela was calling her to find her other half. I can manage. I’ll go down and sneak you up some food. You hardly had a bite down there. Get some rest, for now."

            "I will. Thanks again, Brother. "

            Bill crawled into his old bed, after peeking into the crib that was squeezed between it and Charlie’s, where Victoire and Dominique were sprawled. He had decided when he left home, to stay the night here, so that Hermione could clear her head and decide on her future without him and the children distracting her. Now that he had more information, he was considering spending a week away. He didn’t think it would be that easy for her to come to grips with the reality of her marriage breaking down.

            Even though he was exhausted, sleep eluded him. His bed here was coarser than the one he had shared with Fleur. The muslin sheets were rough on his skin that had gotten used to silk when he was home from his trips to hunt out curses and break them. The smell was wrong, even though the bedding was clean.

            His thoughts drifted back to the Malfoys. How they must have suffered because of his great grandfather’s curse. Loneliness was foreign to his family, but the Malfoy line had born a single child for the last four generations. Life for the sons of a Malfoy meant no siblings or cousins, and all of the money they had could not replace that. He couldn’t even imagine it.

            While these thoughts flooded his mind and kept him from sleep, Hermione was having her own problems. She had made a quick dinner from leftovers and taken a long soak in the tub in Shell Cottage. As her body relaxed in the hot water, she took stock of herself.

            She had only spent a handful of hours in her life considering her own body or how she looked. It had never been important to her, other than the occasional Yule Ball or celebration party. So, as she looked herself over, she wondered how she looked to a man. Were her breasts the right size and shape and was she too thin or did she need to lose a few pounds? Should she practice different spells for her hair besides the one that had finally taken the frizz out of it?

            When she and Ron had married, Hermione had thought her life settled and such questions unnecessary. She had attributed her husband’s lack of interest in her body as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and never considered that she was lacking something to make their loving complete.

            "Yeah, cause I never thought that my lack of testicles would be a problem." She snarked to the empty bathroom. Silence answered her as well as Ron had. "Arrgghh!"
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