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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 hope everyone is enjoying this story, it may get a little confusing from now on. I'm going to play a little with some of the characters, like Neville and Ron, but never fear, there is still lemons and limes a plenty and some kinky stuff too, if you like that sort of thing. I'll try to remember to post warnings if things are going somewhere unique. If I forget, sorry in advance.

Chapter Eight: The Deal That Will Make Me Minister
As his partner, Harry was contacted by the clerk at Magistrate Hall when Bill failed to return from his trip. Harry was having lunch with the Malfoys. James was sitting next to Lucius and telling the blond man about his cousin, Victoire and her infatuation with Teddy Lupin when the owl landed. Of course, the boy didn't use those words, but Lucius found him charming. Harry laughed along with Draco at the look on the elder man's face when James said that Teddy also had hots for Bill's eldest daughter.
The owl flew in and landed near Harry's plate and posed with its foot in the air, waiting for him to take its message. Harry's face went ashen as he read the note, and the family of blond's looked worried.
“It's Bill. I've got to go. He's not returned from Canada. I'll have to drop James off with Molly and . . .”
“Wanna stay here.” James cried and Harry stopped to stare at his son.
“You want what?”
“Wanna stay with Lussus and Cissy. Don't wanna go to Nana Molly's. Don't wanna see Unco Ron sad and woowied.” the boy had a stern look on his face and Harry was just as worried about his son as his partner.
“He's welcome to stay.” Narcissa said.
“I don't want to burden you.”
“No burden. We are hoping to have more little ones around, soon. It'll be like practice.” Lucius said and Harry frowned.
“They're working on a pregnancy potion, Harry. My parents want another child.” Draco said with a smile that made his eyes sparkle. “You can let him stay, and I'll come help find Bill. Let's get some necessary gear and get going.”
True to his word, Draco was right by his side as they landed in Nova Scotia and followed the ginger man's trail. It was quicker, with the aid of Harry's triangulator, a device that George had created to help them stay together while in the field. He locate Bill within an hour and they had him safely in Queen's Retreat, a wizarding Hospital in the heart of Ontario, in minutes.
The medi-wizard that treated him told them that another day of exposure might have been fatal for the ginger man and Harry nearly cried on the spot. Draco supported him to the chairs in the waiting room as the staff prepared Bill for release on the condition that he be taken home, put to bed and kept there for two solid weeks. With no stress or excitement.
Draco agreed with Harry that the Weasley home would be a bad idea, so he invited Bill to recuperate at his house. He also invited the three children to come as well. Bill was too tired to argue when he announced in front of the healer, “Harry's son has practically moved in, so they'll keep each other company. I'll even contact my Aunt Andromeda and ask her to bring Teddy over. I understand there's a possible future mating blooming there.”
Bill groaned and shook his head, “Victoire will enjoy it, even if Teddy is a bit much at times. I blame Harry. He's the godfather, after all.”
“Harry? I wonder at the sanity of some people. But, his own child is so charming, I'm sure we'll love young Lupin at the manor.”
Harry followed Draco out so that Bill could dress and get ready. He stopped at the reception desk and turned to the blond. “You are all right, without that curse, you know that, Malfoy?” Harry filled out the paperwork and collected Bill's things, including the curse-free amulet.
“I was all right before. You just never got to know me, Potter.” Draco said and Harry laughed.
While Bill lounged in the room he was given at Malfoy Manor, Hermione traveled back and forth between his home and Draco's. Her work with the committee was only one excuse that she used to spend time with the family and visiting her ex-brother-in-law, was another. She played with the children in Draco's old nursery and even gave Narcissa a hand with the potions she was brewing.
“I'm going to try to meld them together, the fertility potion with the youthenizing one. It should make it possible for Lucius and I to conceive, and that will be enough. If the worst occurs, Draco is young enough to raise his brother or sister.”
“Have you considered using a surrogate?” Hermione asked, “I know you don't approve of them, but that's what muggles do when they can't have a child on their own.”
“Ah, yes. But, muggles don't have magic. At least, they don't have their own magic. This potion would work on a muggle, if they could brew it. I don't think I could accept another woman bearing my child. Even if it was created with Lucius and my essence, it would still feel like it belonged to her, not me.”
“I can understand that. But, if the youthening doesn't work, then a child at your age could be very dangerous. Would you still risk it?”
Narcissa smiled and put a hand on Hermione's cheek. “A mother would risk anything for her child. I think that would work for a male bearing a child, as well. It's very important to think of your children, even beyond the risks to yourself. The curse took that from Lucius, in the past, but he's regained it. He wants this child, like nothing else. I'd risk it for that, if nothing else.”
“You really do love him.”
“Was that a question, Miss Granger?”
“Sorry. I know the ritual proved it, but it's still hard to imagine loving someone who did such heinous things during both wars.”
“And did them under the influence of a curse that effected me when I married him. Yes, I love him, and I know what he did. You'll see. When you find the one you love that much, you'll be able to forgive him anything.”
Hermione looked down at the bits of owl pinfeathers that she was slivering and sighed. She thought she might already have found that person, but couldn't imagine the feeling being mutual.

Sixteen weeks after the new marriage law was put into effect, only twenty marriages had been restored. The wizarding community was in an uproar and Malfoy's campaign had taken on so many supporters that Harry began to think he was unnecessary. He was about to go home for some time with James, when Draco stopped him on the stairs. "Potter, I have a solution to the main issue, based on my research into wizarding laws, and I wanted to speak with you about it. Can you spare me a few minutes?"
"I need to pick up my son. I don't like leaving him with George for too long. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Harry asked but Draco frowned.
"Could you pick him up and bring him here? You already have the rooms you've been using for the boy, then you can speak with me when he has gone to sleep and he can be cared for by the house elves while we work. Problem solved. I know he loves it here, after all." Draco smiled and Harry had trouble remembering the spoiled brat from Hogwarts.
"If it's that important."
"I think it is. If we can agree on this, I can announce it tomorrow and others can take advantage immediately. I think it will require a token attempt by the candidate before the populous see it as an alternative. Go. And hurry back." and the blond turned and headed for his study, where Harry knew he would be waiting.
Once James was settled into the room that Harry had been led to by the squirmy little elf named Bitsy, he asked for a cup of coffee and headed down to Draco's study. There he found the blond pouring over ancient tombs that would have given Hermione an audible orgasm.
"Oh, Potter. . . Harry, come in. Have a seat and hear me out. I have decided to take a concubine.” he paused as Harry sat. “It's an ancient law, from just after feudalism, that has never been taken from the ledgers. I can contract for a mate, not a spouse, and all the same laws will protect my family that a marriage would have insured. If it works, then the rule of love does not apply. One was never required to love a concubine."
An odd feeling surged in Harry's belly at the thought of Draco taking a lover and he suppressed it with conscious effort. "So, those families that have had their marriages revoked, can simply take their spouses as concubines and re-legitmize their children?"
"And any children that come after. But, the problem with my solution is that I want to chose a male concubine, so the only way to advance this is with a male fertility potion. I am able to follow through, I have the potion, but it will require the agreement of the chosen one."
Harry's skin broke out in gooseflesh at the use of that particular term and he stuttered out, "Who is it you want to . . . ?"
"You, Harry Potter. You are the only one that has ever managed to get a reaction out of me, and though it was usually a negative one, it was still strong. My father tells me that you, in the wake of your ex-brother-in-laws proclamation, also felt a need to refuse payment for your part in clearing the curse. Could it be that you feel a similar debt?"
"I feel bad for the pain and suffering your family has endured. I feel responsible for not helping you more, when you were going through the trials.” Harry stood and moved away, looking at the door. He wasn't sure if he wanted to escape, or lock it and keep anyone from interrupting this conversation. “I don't know if I feel responsible for your curse."
"But, could you see yourself as my concubine? Could you do this to help my family?"
"Malfoy, I don't think I feel that way . . . . strongly that way, about you." Harry tried to lie, to say he'd never considered Malfoy attractive or noticed him, even in school, when he flirted with women and girls, but the words stuck in his throat.
"Oh, so this is about degrees?" Draco stood and moved around the desk, stopping in front of Harry. "And if I can help you to decide?"
"If you can show me that I feel that way, when I've never thought about it before, then I'll agree. I'll help you become Minister, establish this law as a solution and . . . take the potion." Harry frowned as he thought about the last bit, but nodded to the blond.
"Then, here's what we'll do. I have a way to discover if you think of me that way, and I'll test it tomorrow night, at the proclamation party. Do you agree?"
"If you can do it, I agree to try."
"If by the end of the night, you can tell me that you have no sexual attraction to me, then I'll look into another way. IF you are attracted to me, then we announce your agreement to be my concubine at that time."
"Alright, Malfoy." Harry said reaching out his hand.
Draco took it and smiled, "You should probably get out of the habit of calling me that. But, tomorrow we'll see."
Harry stared at the other man, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging slack. He couldn't believe what Draco was suggesting.
"Do close your mouth, Potter. A harpy could fly into that cavern."
Bill was finally allowed out of bed, and he was brought down the stairs by an elder elf named Rose. He was easily tired, so would remain at the manor for another week, during which time he was attended by the Malfoys, his mother and brothers, and allowed a small visit to the party held for the pre-election. He left his children with the two elves that Draco had assigned and dressed in his best robes, walked slowly down the grand staircase and into the elegant ball room.
“Bill.” said Lucius from nearby, “I'm so glad you are up to some entertainment. Draco has outdone himself tonight.”
“It's beautiful,” Bill exclaimed on the decorations.
“Would you like something to eat or drink?”
“I could use a sip of punch.”
“Rose. Fetch Mr. Weasley some punch. The peach, I think. It's the easiest on the constitution, and you're not to overdo. The Healers were quite decisive about that.”
The party was lavish, and the guests treated Bill with respect and intrigue, as one of the few that were attending en residence.
Harry entered with Malfoy, his eyes glowing with something that Bill attributed to the success of their joint efforts in the election, but as his partner, the eldest Weasley son could also see that there was more to the arrangement then just an aspiring politician and his campaign associate.
Neville loved the room downstairs, just past the library, that had been used by Gran when she was a girl. He put extra effort into decorating it and filling it with his secret things. It was a place he could go where the world would never discover his hidden fantasy. Even his elves were forbidden to come here. He spent his spare time, when his duties as Lord Longbottom were completed, in The Ladies Parlor as he called it.
In this frilly paradise, where Gryffindor colors had been banished to make room for the pinks and buttercup yellows that Neville fancied, he could indulge in a way that no other place allowed him.
It was a Saturday, so Neville hurried down to The Ladies Parlor, and stripped off his daily robes. He put them into the special closet, where they would be banished until Neville was ready to return to his public life. He opened every drawer in the dresser and threw wide the doors to his armoire, looking at the lace and ruffles of each article until he had chosen exactly what he wanted. He walked over to the long, oval mirror and gazed at his body.
Neville kept himself smooth and hairless, except for his face, because it would be part of his public disguise, and as he looked at his reflection, he frowned. “That won't do.” he said as he reached down and took hold of his birth defect, tucking it back and squeezing his thighs closed around it. The effect, separating the globes of his scrotum and leaving a crease, made his body look much more as he inwardly imagined it.
It had been the worst part of his time at Hogwarts, even more degrading than the taunts of the Slytherins or the disdain from the potions professor, and the fear of discovery had kept Neville's secret as one all this time. He smiled at the fact that he didn't have to hide his inner self in this room, and the regular expression of his truth, in this sacred room, was enough to keep him satisfied while he went about the lie about him, that his public persona identified.
The clothes were soft, or satin, even stiff crinolines, but they were the reality that Neville needed, draped over him, like slipping into his own skin, once again.
He chose a crisp business robe, like he'd seen Hermione wear when she marched into the Ministry and argued with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, demanding to see the wizard in charge of House Elf policy. It would be the perfect choice, if he could move this world into his public life. He could wear this suit, if he dared, to go to Gringotts and arrange the transactions that he had to on a weekly basis. It was cranberry, or slightly darker, but not quite maroon. It had a peach blouse and he wore panties, with a cotton crotch and a lace panel across the front.
In this outfit, with a glamour that made his hair long and curly and covered the shadow of beard that he couldn't shave off without attracting attention, Neville felt the stirrings of longing in his body, again.
He stretched out across the bed, kicking off the matching pumps, so that he could scoot up to the pillows and look down at himself. He brushed across the flat expanse of his chest, longing to feel the rise of breasts where his nipples sat under the linen of the blouse. He skimmed his other hand down the mostly smooth front of the tight fitting skirt, where his birth defect remained, pulled back by the satin of the panties, leaving his balls to resemble the mound of a woman's pubic area.
He rubbed at it, knowing his deformed body would react and ruin the effect, but not able to resist the desire. He let his imagination go, picturing the blond man, slipping the buttons loose on his blouse and nibbling on his neck. He moaned as the man in his imagination cupped his arse with one hand while the other rubbed against his crotch, just as Neville was doing now.
“Ooooh, Draco.” Neville sighed as he bucked up into his hand and fantasized about Malfoy stripping him and bending him over, entering him from behind with the panties pushed aside to give him room. He climaxed without touching that thing, and lay there panting as he gathered his wits together again, groaning at his own foolishness. “He'll never want me. Especially if he finds out about this.”
He rose and left his special room, with the only clothing that made him comfortable, and went back to the Master's apartment where his Longbottom Lord robes were put out by the elves for the party he was to attend. Neville dressed quickly and left to apparate to Malfoy Manor.
As the party was about to start, and since Harry had stayed the night in the room attached to the one where James slept, he was dressing in the robes that Malfoy had sent for him when the blond entered the room and winked at him. "Time to begin our test. If you can pass the evening without thinking of me sexually, then I concede. First, this." and he pulled an item out of his pocket.
The thing was white, looked like plastic and was shaped like a twisted wand with a blunt end. He held it up and pulled out his own wand, watching Harry's face the entire time. "Indipte."
Harry watched it disappear even as he felt it inserted into his body. His eyes flew open and his mouth allowed for a single gasp. "What did you do?"
"That is my test. If you are careful, or have no desire for me, then we simply remove it after. But, if you speak my name, any form of it, it will expand. If you think of me in a way that is other than business or social, anything emotional, or especially sexual, it will move. At first, it will be simple, singular movements, but the more often you return to those thoughts, the more movement and the more you will prove my premise. Are you ready?"
"Look, Malfoy . . ." Harry froze when the toy expanded, just enough to show him what he was up against, and he glared at his rival. Competition rose its head and he nodded. "Okay, you're on. I can get through this. I'll just call you, Mr. Candidate. It would be more fitting for the gathering, anyway."
"As I said, you'll stop calling me by my family name, soon enough. One way, or the other. So, Harry. Shall we go?" and he lifted his elbow to escort his future concubine, causing Harry to push him forward in a glaring rejection. Malfoy laughed all the way down the hall.
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