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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: I think the Lemon comes in chapter nine. Thanks to everyone for their patience.

Anna: There's nothing wrong with a Women's literature class, especially if you're a Literature major. I'm glad you reviewed, cause I haven't talked to you about this story. I'm getting the pairing set, so I hope to get to the juicy stuff soon. Thanks again.

Chapter Seven: The Longbottom Betrayal

Neville accepted the cup of wine with shaky hands, his eyes never leaving the blond as he nodded thanks and tipped it up to his lips. He handed it back and whispered something that Harry couldn't hear. Draco nodded and handed it back. "Tell me exactly what happened, Longbottom." Malfoy said.

"My Gran was gardening. I was in the greenhouse, picking out some roots for replanting when I heard her scream. I ran out, found her on the ground and there was a haze of what looked like residual magic all around her. I apparated with her to St. Mungo's, but within hours she was dead." he looked over at Harry, his face open and pleading. "I didn't know until the dream. She was in that hospital bed and she called me. I went to her and she told me the whole story."

"What did she tell you, Longbottom?" Draco interrupted and Neville looked back.

"It was pretty far back. My great, great-grandad, I think. He and his sister's husband made a curse. It was pretty dark."

"What was her name?" Malfoy asked with a hiss and Neville jumped.

"Malfoy!" Harry snapped and the blond looked up. "It's Neville, not your enemy. He's trying to tell you."

"Sorry, Longbottom. Continue." Draco conceded and Neville took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

"My grandad was Leonid and his sister was Delphine. Delphine Longbottom Prewett. She married Castor Prewett. The curse was on your family, it . . . ." Draco stiffened and pulled back, causing Neville to shudder, but he continued. "The backlash that killed my Gran, was from the curse breaking. She told me, in the dream, it wouldn't hurt me, cause I didn't know, but that we had a debt. I came to tell you that I am willing to negotiate my family's debt with you. Tell me what you need."

"Neville," Harry began and the other Gryffindor looked his way. "Did she tell you what the curse did?"

"No. She said if I knew then I would risk being hurt by its breaking. I want to know. I think I need to."

"That curse, Longbottom, was a reverse flow of magic. It forced all of the darkness from the lines that worked it, into the line they cursed. It also inhibited my family's ability to bear young. Is that what you're offering, Longbottom? Your first born child?"

Neville swallowed thickly, hearing the blond. He had known of pregnancy potions, fertility rites and the ways that some could overcome natural births, but never thought that was what Malfoy would need from him. He cursed his ancestors, but buckled up his Gryffindor courage. He had said he wanted to pay the debt, and he was telling the truth. "If that's what it takes." he announced and Malfoy laughed.

"Go home, Longbottom. I’m not into contractual matings, even if the new law didn’t make them impossible."

"There must be another way?" Neville cried and Draco turned back. "It doesn't have to be a contract. I've always thought you were . . . fit." Neville blushed and the blond smirked, while Harry and Hermione looked away.

"Been harboring a secret crush on me, Longbottom? But, if I don't return your affections, the marriage law would still hinder us. No, go home. I can't keep dealing with these ideas. I have important business. Ministry business is all I can hope to solve, right now."

Neville rose slowly, putting the cup down on a low table and bowing his head. He turned toward the door, but Draco cleared his throat and gestured toward the hall that led to the parlor. Hermione took Neville's hand and pulled him that way. "I'll go with you, Neville. Leela can show us the way. I need to get away from Bill's for a few days and I'd love to hear all about you. What have you been doing since school?"

As they left, Harry watched Draco collect the wine glass and drink the remaining few drops. He was surprised by this, expecting the blond to refuse to drink anything that someone else had put to their lips. Draco handed the empty cup to the elf that popped in and stood waiting, and then he squared his shoulders and turned around. Harry had been watching him, and noticing that Neville's assertions had been spot on. The blond man was very fit. He was right gorgeous. Malfoy cleared his throat again, and Harry startled.

“It's late, Harry, and your boy is already asleep. Why don't you stay?” and the blond turned and walked down a hall that Harry had never been in. He didn't see Draco again until after breakfast the next morning.

James was playing with Narcissa in Draco's old nursery, while Harry wandered around peeking into rooms and looking at various objects on display. He found himself in an unused parlor when Draco walked in and caught him glaring at an ornate silver tray.

It was a simple curse to break, something Bill had taught him the first year they had worked together, but it stared at him as if taunting him and he knew exactly why. Malfoy hadn’t asked him to break the curse, probably knew the item was cursed and wanted it to remain that way. It was worse than knowing that Draco still had the dark mark on his forearm. It was a testimony to the part of the family that remained dark even after the family curse was lifted.

"Staring at it won’t make it go away, Harry." Draco said with a smile as he walked up and stood next to the green-eyed wizard.

"Why do you keep it?" Harry asked and Draco turned toward him to ascertain what the other was referring to. Harry let his eyes drift down to Draco’s body and the blond nodded.

"It’s not what you think. I keep it to remind me of my one big failure. Not the failure to kill Dumbledore, but the failure to protect my family by seeing the truth before it was too late. I took the mark, even though I knew I didn’t want to follow Voldemort, and I accepted his task, even though I knew I couldn’t possibly fulfill it. I put my family in danger knowingly, and I will pay for that in guilt for the rest of my life." Draco turned back to the silver tray and nodded again. "This, I don’t need as a reminder of anything. Why don’t you break the curse and let me put it away for good?"

"You mean it? I can do it, if you really want me to."

"Why would I want to keep a cursed tray that spills the tea each time it’s put in front of a pure-blood witch here to discuss a marriage contract. Not that I’ll be looking for one of those right now, but it’s bad form to spill tea on a young lady, whatever your social connection is to her." Draco smiled as he walked away and left Harry to do his best.

Harry lifted his Holly wand and aimed it carefully. “Doxieffus Terminallus.“ He smiled and put the tray onto the sideboard and looked back where Draco stood in the doorway. A smirk filled the blond's face, but it didn't go to his eyes that held a look of awe and wonder. It made the Chosen-one grin. “Bill taught me that, first year we worked together.“

“You enjoy cursebreaking, don't you? It shows in your body language as you do it. You work like it's the meaning of your life. I've seen it only a few times, people doing what they truly enjoy.“

“I like it, yes. I think it's the act of purifying something. It isn't like the horcruxes. That was more like destroying. I didn't like that, but I did it. I had to. This I do, because I want to.”

Bill left the children at the burrow and flooed to Magistrate Hall. It was the last stopping point before long distance apparation was needed. He filed his plans with the clerk and stepped up to the special podiums that were for long distance travel. He spun on the spot and left England for a two week trip to Nova Scotia, to hunt down a cursed amulet that had belonged to Hestia Mortensen.

When his feet landed on the shore of Cobequid Bay, he sighed deeply and thought about the time spent in Malfoy Manor and the blond man whom he should hate for opposing his father politically. “Draco,” he said with a sigh. “If only . . .” but the thought went unfinished. He looked around and headed in the direction that he had been told to hunt for the Trappinger Amulet.

It took three weeks to locate the amulet, due to false leads and poor travel conditions. When he found it, he set about unraveling the curse and figuring out his next step in breaking it. It wasn't a run of the mill curse, and it would have helped to have Harry along. He aimed his wand, conscious of the double spell that would need to be used to break this curse while securing the vicinity from residual magic as it broke.

His mind recited the shield spell while his lips spoke the incantation. “Morbis Dontellian Robosacutious Libellium.”

Lightening flashed overhead and the waves surged the shore, but the shield held and the magic was contained. However, it was held in a shield that stretched to accommodate and enveloped the eldest Weasley son within the danger zone. Bill passed out and lay on the shore for two days, unconscious.
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