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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: I’m slipping this in between essays. It’s not much, but between Women in Literature and a class called Intercourse I’m swamped.

moodysavage: Draco will be emotionally invested in each pairing. The plan is for him to link up permanently and ‘stay together‘ with all of them. Just with a twist. As for pairing off with someone else, I don’t know about that . . . .

Sillysnarrlovinggirl: That’s quite a mouthful, or keyboard full? Okay, so about your review, lots of babies – check, moresome – maybe, cursebreaking – most likely, lemons – definitely on the way, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay?

Actually, I may have lied about the moresome. In this fic, it’s more about Draco and individual pairings with other characters. Kinda like my Chameleon story is for Harry. I’m exploring how he can have a relationship with each one of the choices. Sorry.

Chapter Six: The Secrets of a Veela

            Harry led the way through the floo, carrying Victoire in his arms, as Hermione held baby Louis and Bill brought Dominique. It hadn’t taken much convincing on his part, since Hermione jumped at the chance to challenge the current Wizengamut and Bill was only too willing to discuss his debt with the Malfoys. When they arrived, a tiny house elf popped in wearing a clean looking hankercheif and a tea cozy for a hat. "Leeda show guests to library. Master Draco is waiting."

            "Thank you, Leeda. Come on." Harry said putting Victoire down and taking her hand. He followed the elf down three halls and up to a pair of ornate carved oak doors. Leeda opened the doors and poked her head inside.

            "Harry Potter is here, Master Draco."

            "Excellent. Come in, please." the blond called out and the elf threw open the doors to a bookworm‘s paradise. There were bookcases lining the walls and stacked on tables that were scattered around the open area. The room was larger than the library of Hogwarts and had more books than Harry had ever seen. He wondered how anyone could manage to read them all. "Miss Granger, so nice to see you. I am glad that you could see past our childhood disagreements and come work with us. There are three more members of this committee due at eight, but I thought we might all have a talk before then. Come in and sit. Mr. Weasley, are these your children? You didn’t tell me they had Veela blood, Harry. Hello, luv. What’s your name?"

            "I’m Victoire and that’s my sister Dominique. Louis is just a baby." the eldest of the children said in as clear a voice as she could manage.

Draco grinned at her and led her over to a table. "I have something that you may like. Look here." There was a picture book open to a drawing of a fairy creature with large white wings and an ethereal glow. The girl looked like Fleur, a bit. Victoire climbed easily onto Draco’s lap and stared raptly at the page. "This is a veela. That picture was of my great, great, great grandmother, Pollonia. She was the wife of Magnus Alexander Malfoy. Isn’t she beautiful?"

            "She looks like my mommy. " Victoire said with a smile. "Could she fly?"

            "What? With those wings? Of course, she could fly. She could fly circles around this manor, and do aerial tricks like you couldn’t imagine. Would you like to look at this book some more?" Draco asked and the little girl nodded briskly, her curly hair bobbing in reaction to the activity. "Then, you may. But, you must share it with your sister. Go ahead and take it over to the rug near the fire. Leela will watch you so that you don’t get burned by getting too close. Leela! " the little elf popped in and rushed over to take hold of the two girls. When she was settled, Draco called out, "Barnabis! " and another elf popped in and relieved Hermione of little Louis. "Well, now that the children are settled, let’s have that little talk. Come and join me for some tea. "

            The French countryside was bathed in early morning glow as the blonde girl stood on the balcony and looked out over the grounds. She felt the hands that circled her waist before she knew that her mate was behind her. She smiled as she turned in the dark arms that held her and reached out for the face of her lover. "A perfect morning, n’est pas? "

            "It is now. " Blaise Zabini said as he lifted the girl and carried her back to their bed. His drow heritage was finally satisfied after years of yearning.

            Hermione watched the candidate for Minister from her place near the fire. She had never paid much attention to Malfoy before, other than to notice what a prat he was or to try to protect Harry from him in school. As she watched him speak, she noticed for the first time that his right cheek had a dimple and that his mouth quirked up more on one side, than the other. She also noticed that he knew more about what went on outside the manor than she did. She realized that his being a prefect in school, and almost making Head-boy, were obviously well deserved recognition for his abilities.

            Draco spoke about his goal, the unification of the wizarding world, under a system of government not quite like the British parlement but more like a single entity that contained all of their facets, and yet gave each separate voice a personal way to be heard. He wanted to let the pure-bloods stay pure, let the muggleborns have pride in their ancestry and bring half-bloods some recognition that they had previously been bereft of. He also had some ideas about how to ease the way for future muggle raised students into the world of the wizard’s school.

            The muggleborn witch was doubly surprised when he brought up the fact that most children not raised among them have never heard of wizards before they were ten, and in those cases their natural talent had been squelched by a society that frowned upon differences and things they couldn’t explain. So, when they came to Hogwarts, or Durmstrang or Beauxbaton, they were already behind.

            "Imagine what Harry could have managed if he’d had years more to prepare for his first meeting with the Dark Lord." the blond suggested. Hermione was surprised that he used the antiquated title, until she heard Harry say his name and watched the others in the room flinch.

            "If I had known I was a wizard before I got my letter, I might have been able to master occlumency and then Voldemort wouldn’t have been able to get inside my head so easily."

            "Exactly. The main concern that most pure-blood wizards had, was that their children would marry these untalented students and produce lesser talented children. If we could show them that the muggle raised children do better with proper upbringing, then their fears would be assuaged."

            "That’s not what you were on about in school, Draco." Harry suggested, and Hermione found herself more surprised by him using his old enemy’s given name than she had been by the blond’s use of Harry’s.

            "I was a spoiled prat in school and I mouthed off anything that would get under your shorts. I wanted to get a rise out of you, and spouting pure-blood supremacy worked wonders. Wow, I never thought about it before, but that about sums it up, huh?"

            "You dick." Harry said but Hermione noted it was without malice and even Bill laughed at the two.

            When the other wizards arrived discussion took on an even more serious tone. The new additions, two half-bloods, a witch named Althea and a wizard named Lourdez, and an older muggleborn wizard called Guffy, were completely up to date on what the atmosphere of the public had to say about the way they were governed and Hermione was ashamed of how she had lost the pulse of her chosen society.

            While they talked, the two elves took the three Weasley children to a prepared nursery and put them down for a nap. Bill went along, to assure himself that they were fine, and tuck in his babies. Draco stood outside the door and watched as Victoire told her father about the story that Leela had read to them. "The princess was sad when she found out that her daddy wasn’t a real queen, but then she had two daddies. She was the luckiest princess ever."

            "I think you are the luckiest princess. Sleep now, my lovely. Daddy will come get you when it’s time to go home."

            "Can’t we stay here? It’s like a castle." Dominique mumbled from the bed nearby.

            "Yes, it is." Bill replied, but anything further would have been wasted, for his little girls were both asleep.

Neville had slept well for three days before he began to have nightmares. He dreamt of things that hadn’t bothered him since his days in school. Snape was there, and Voldemort, but worst was the dream that had left him screaming just this evening. He was bathed in sweat and his eyes darted around the room where Misty was wringing her hands in an attempt to figure out how to aid her master.

            Neville shooed her away and threw back the covers. He rushed to the bathroom where he proceeded to lose what there was of his dinner still in his stomach. He washed his mouth out and cleaned his face. He looked at his reflection and knew what he needed to do. "I’ve got to talk to Malfoy. " he announced to the empty room.



            Draco led Bill back to the nursery when the group had disbanded. "I think we accomplished a great deal tonight. " the red-haired man told the blond one.

            "It’s a beginning." Draco agreed. "Look, Weasley. No, that sounds wrong. . . Bill, I wanted to talk to you about what you told my father."

            "I meant it."

            "This was my understanding." Draco stopped and turned to Bill, his expression serious. "I hear from Potter that your wife is gone. She has left because of her Veela urges?"

            "She’s felt them before. I suspect the broken marriage made them too strong to resist. The only thing keeping her from giving in was the bond of marriage. I worry about the children, though."

            "You aren’t thinking of rejecting them?"

            "No! No. They are my babies. No matter what the law says."

            "Good. But, you need to find a way to attach them legally to you. They need the security of your family and name. I’m researching ways to override your father’s law, but this is another aspect that worries me. Especially, as they are Veela. The loss of their mother, at this crucial stage of their development, is traumatic. It would be so for human children, but Veela have special needs. Would you be interested in letting my mother spend some time with them? "

            "Your mother is Veela?" Bill asked and Draco smiled.

            "My father is Veela, but I didn’t think you would want to entrust your babies with him. My mother has years of experience with young Veela and their issues."

            "You, right?" Bill asked with a grin and Draco returned it genuinely. "I guess, I would like that, but now I feel like I’ll owe you even more. I was serious about that, you know?"

            "Let’s just wait and see if something comes up that is mutually beneficial, shall we? For now, here are your lovelies, all tired out from playing some more and ready to go home and get a long nights sleep. Leela will help you take them to the floo. I’m sure Miss Granger will want to stay and visit with Harry, as they haven’t spent much time together, lately. The two of them were quite involved in their conversation, weren’t they?" Draco did not sound annoyed, so Bill laughed and agreed with him. Hermione had been a bit shut-in since she came to stay with him, and he did not want her to feel obligated to help him with his children if it infringed on her life too much.

            Leela carried Louis, while he led Victoire and carried Dominique to the floo. When he was situated inside, the elf handed him his son and he stated his destination while balancing them against his chest. "Shell Cottage, Tinworth." then, he was off.

            Before Harry and Hermione left, Draco had offered them some of his special wine, hoping it aided them in their personal struggles, and they had a definite settled look on their face when he walked them down the halls of the manor. They were nearly to the parlor where the Malfoy‘s preferred floo was located, when they heard a commotion down a hall. Elves rushed forward to inform their master of the problem, but the three young people passed them by and hurried toward the sounds.

There, in the foyer, seated on a stiff backed chair, sat a haunted looking Neville Longbottom.

AN2: Did you forget about Draco's wine?
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