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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: Ah, lemon, finally. So, school is out. Two A's and two B's. That was hell, but it should be worth it. Now, I can play.
Moodysavage: Party time! Hope it lives up to your entertainment expectations.
Emma Elizabeth Pressnell: Thanks, I love working on it.
Chapter Nine: Harry Takes the Potion

Hermione mingled with the party guests, her borrowed gown flowing about her like misty green sea spray. She knew that it was one of Fleur's and that her body didn't fill it out the way the Veela girl's had, but it was silky and gauzy and detracted from her other features in a way that she thought made her more attractive.
Most of the party guests ignored her, barely acknowledging a body enough to avoid stepping on her toes. There were few people that she recognized, so their snubs were not so personal to her. She nodded to the few supporters that she knew, from their shared attendance in school, and they returned these curtly. Mandy Brocklehurst, Kevin Erstwhistle, Tracey Davis and Morag MacDougal gave her the warmest reception, and even that was quick and did not include speaking. Finally, Bill came down with Lucius and Narcissa, and he got her a cup of punch and invited her to dance. “Are you having a good time?” her one-time brother-in-law asked as she sipped her punch and caught her breath.
“I am now.”
“Well, the party just started. Harry and Draco aren't even here, yet.”
“Where are they?” Hermione asked, looking around.
“I'm not sure. Mr. Malfoy said his son is planning a special announcement tonight. He doesn't seem concerned about the late arrival.” Bill indicated the senior blond and his wife, talking to Kingsley Shackelbolt, who had recently begun to make overtures toward Draco's campaign after his marriage to Lavinia Kent-Flint had to be renewed, there were a few days of difficulty when the ritual had an indecisive effect, before they were given approval, as well as Harold Parkinson.
“I heard about his daughter,” Hermione said.
“That was sad.”
“The poor little boy, too.”
“Now, I'm getting depressed. Let's dance and forget about sad stories for a while, okay?”
“I'm sorry, Bill. Okay, let's dance.” Two dances later, Bill handed Hermione off to Neville and half-way through the dance the room stilled. When she looked up, she saw Harry and Draco descending the formal staircase.
Harry looked uncomfortable, but Hermione knew how he felt about parties. Draco looked cool and in control, his dark blue formal robes crisp and spotless, while most of those present were slightly wrinkled from the press of bodies in the house. There had to be half of England in the manor.
The two mingled, shaking hands and receiving pats and good-natured punches. Eventually, they reached the refreshment where Bill and Hermione stood.
“Your family doesn't give the impression of a harsh sentence, Mr. Malfoy.” Bill said.
“And how should we look, Bill Weasley?”
“Less like they've been sentenced to life as usual.”
“Ah, but if the sentence were released, we'd be in France this time of year.” Draco said. “So, this is truly a hardship.” but his eyes sparkled with humor. “Dance with me, Miss Granger?”
“I'd like that, Mr. Malfoy.” and Hermione was once again dancing, this time with an experienced partner who compensated for her lack of skill and made their turns on the floor seem like a choreographed display.

Harry stepped carefully, the plug shifting inside of him as he walked and rubbing him in intimate places. Malfoy had warned him of its magic, how it would react to his thoughts, and what would occur if he couldn't control himself. He pushed his thoughts away from the blond and tried to ignore the device in his rectum.
The party was lasting forever, and nearly all of the guests seemed to plan on making it go on until breakfast. It was already two in the morning and no one acted as if they planned to leave. Harry was becoming surly and he had only himself to blame it on.
He had managed to say Draco's name on four occasions, twice being his given name, and the toy had grown to a nearly unbearable size. It was all he could do to walk normally, and that wasn't the worst part.
He had thought of things that he had put an effort into avoiding, and Draco had been the star of those acts on every occasion. This he blamed on Ginny, for abandoning him and leaving him without sex for nearly a month. He was a man, in the prime of life, and wasn't meant for celibacy. He didn't even want to think about why Malfoy had been the object of those thoughts, other than the calm exterior, the cool attitude he held himself with, the suave way he wore his dress robes, the silky look his hair had now that he stopped slicking it down, the fit way he kept his body, those firm pectorals . . . Oh, Shit!
The toy went from slowly undulating in his arse, to jittery thrusts that nearly made his eyes water. He looked up pitifully at the man he was speaking with, then turning to the side to find Draco's eyes trained on him and said blond making his way through the crowd. "Mr. Potter? May I have a word?" Draco said grabbing his forearm and pulling him away from Gerard DePointe, a French Wizarding representative. "Harry? Have you found your answer? Do you concede? You can't mean to go on longer like this. If you do, everyone will know that . . . well, you don't look well."
"Mr. Candidate. . . Yes, I'll be your concubine, take your potion, share your bed. Just give me release and take me. Please - fuck me, soon?" Harry whispered and Draco smirked, but in a way that made Harry's knees weak.
"Come on." Draco pulled him into a side room, a sitting parlor that had no occupants. "Alleviate." he said with a quick jerk of his wand and the toy ceased its movements and shrank down to a more tolerable size. "It's not a fix, just a temporary ease. I can only cast it once, so we’ll need to get this over with. Come. Amenities first. We make our announcement and then we bed. Do you still agree, now that you are not under the influence of your desire?”
“I understand what your test proved. I am attracted to you, mentally and physically. I do feel some responsibility for your family, since I've always felt like I was part of the Weasleys, so I can go to the lengths of helping you with that. It will take some getting used to, since it's not possible in the muggle world for men to get pregnant. And I have some lingering issues from growing up there.”
“Part of our issues with muggle raised and muggle born children. Let's go make this personal, as well as political, so we can start making some good moves to help that in the future.” Draco put out his elbow, but Harry balked and he smirked at the be-speckled wizard.
“I'm not a girl, Mr. Candidate.”
“Then, come along, Lover.” and he took hold of Harry's arm and they exited the room together. Draco hauled him to the main room, where the party had gathered for drinks. "Everyone? I have an announcement." Draco used a sonorus spell and the room grew quiet as the guests turned his way. "I have a proposal that may end the distress caused by the Ministry’s marriage law. I intend to take as my concubine, according to a law that is still in our culture, passed by the Ministry in 1581, Harry J. Potter. Mr. Potter has conceded to take the fertility potion that I will provide and bear my children, legal heirs to Malfoy and Potter estates and names, and thereby preempting the need for a marriage based on love. Though," at this point Draco turned his way and Harry watched his eyes soften, "we may come to have such feelings, it will not be necessary for the future of my family."
Harry heard calls from the crowd, so he stepped forward and stood beside the candidate. "I have agreed to the request and go willingly into this agreement. I am not under any form of compulsion, and I’ll take whatever tests are required to prove it. I want to do this. It promises to be a mutually beneficial arrangement." he said and the crowd roared.
“Mr. Potter?” A woman near the east window called out. “What about your own endangered marriage and your son by the Weasley girl?”
“We have . . . .Ginny and I . . .agreed to go our separate ways.”
“As part of the concubine agreement, I will ask Harry to allow me to adopt his son, thereby giving the child status in Harry's, and my, family.” Draco announced and Harry turned to stare at him blatantly.
“And future children?” Another asked.
“My son is my heir,” Harry said. “Any future children would be the heirs of the Malfoy line.” with this the toy grew again and Harry grit his teeth.
"Now, I think that it is time to call this gathering to an end. Any further question can be directed to my office and will be responded to by owl or an interview we will give before we finalize the agreement. My future concubine and I have some other details to iron out.“ Malfoy said and a murmur of understanding rippled through the room, causing the people to filter out through the large double doors. Lucius stood nearby, but it was Narcissa that came up to them, putting a hand on Harry’s shoulder as she cupped her son’s chin with the other.
"A fine idea, Draco. I think you’ll make a wonderful Minister. " She turned and smirked in Harry’s direction, "Congratulations, Mr. Potter. "
"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. " Harry said with a blush, the toy in his body swelled at the name and he swallowed the gasp that threatened.
"Shouldn’t you be less formal. After all, you’ll soon be family. " Draco interrupted.
"Of course. When will you perform the rites? " she asked.
"Immediately. Tomorrow seems best. I’ll call for the necessary witnesses and Harry can inform his family‘. I have the potions ready, but I’ll withhold the binding one for after the election. If I win, we’ll need to relocate to the Minister’s Castle. I’ll bind him to that."
Harry listened to this with trepidation, and glared at the blond when he spoke of binding, but Narcissa watched him with a humorous glint in her eyes and he didn’t speak. The more Malfoy spoke, the more the toy reacted, as his words about binding made Harry imagine some rather risque forms of it. "Well, I see you have a lot to talk about, so we’ll just leave you to it. Goodnight, Son. Goodnight, Harry."
"Goodnight, Mrs. . , Narcissa." Harry said and the couple went upstairs. Harry turned to the blond, thinking only briefly about questioning his future mate, when Draco leaned closer and whispered in a sultry and sexy voice.
"I see you like the idea of binding with me. I could see you jerk when the toy began to move. You should keep thoughts like that to yourself, though. I doubt my parents would approve. Come with me, so I can alleviate your distress completely, this time."
Harry rushed behind Draco as the blond led the way to his room. He pushed Harry against the wall, as soon as the door closed behind them.“I thought of you again.” Harry said with a gasp. “I won't last much longer.”
As Malfoy stripped him of his robes and kissed or licked his way down the savior’s body, Harry jerked and twitched. "I’ve wanted you for a long time, Harry Potter. Since the day I watched you ride that hippogryph. I was so jealous of the beast, being ridden by you. Merlin! you wear a lot of clothes."
Though a snarky retort was on his lips, Harry couldn’t bring himself to speak. His body wanted this and his mind was having trouble focusing. He clung to Draco as the blond stripped them both, wishing that there was a faster way. Draco cursed, and Harry heard himself saying, "Isn’t there a spell for this?"
Draco stopped long enough to stare at him, shake his head to clear his thoughts and respond, "Great Merlin, Potter! Can you imagine the havoc that could cause?" before he resumed his efforts and managed to divest them both of every piece of clothing they wore. Harry blushed when he realized that he was not only naked, but hard and on display for the blond. "Magnificent, Potter. I always knew you’d be blessed that way. What a beautiful piece of flesh."
Harry was so aroused by the combination of the toy, his thoughts and Malfoy’s words and hands, that his body had begun thrusting against the blond and Draco was panting in effort to control himself. He grabbed Harry’s arms and held him to the wall, drawing in large quantities of air and closing his eyes. "Don’t move. I’m nearly at my limit. Let’s just take this to the bed, okay?"
When the blond stepped back, Harry slid along the wall until he was able to walk to the large four-posted bed. He leaned against the closest post and ground his teeth together. By the time his lover reached him, both had regained their calm somewhat.
"Please. Take it out or we’ll both have trouble lasting." Harry said without looking back.
"On your hands and knees. It has to be done by hand." Draco said from directly behind him and Harry jumped. He had been so intent on the feeling of the toy and his own desire, that he had failed to hear the man cross to him. He quickly crawled onto the bed and waited, shifting as the toy moved. He felt Draco’s hands move to his cheeks and spread them.
"Hurry." he called as those fingers slid together and found purchase on the edges of the toy.
Draco eased the enlarged dildo from its place and Harry winced. He sighed when the thing fell onto the mattress and shrank back to the size he remembered from the start of this ordeal. "You were definitely thinking of me." the blond teased as he massaged Harry’s arse and examined the stretched opening.
"You were pretty sure of yourself, weren’t you. What if I had failed this test?" Harry asked but his questions stopped when Draco slid three fingers into him and curled them around.
"I guess you could say that it was a calculated risk. I would have had to remove it, but it wouldn’t have been difficult, given that it would not have been so large and mobile. You’d have gotten over the embarrassment. Now, turn over. I want to see you when I make you cum."
Harry dropped onto the bed and rolled over, squirming to get into the center of the bed, all the while taking in the sight of his soon to be lover. Draco was long and lean, chiseled rather than molded into shape. Harry’s eyes roamed down to the tool that swayed between the candidate’s thighs, and he drew in a sharp breath.
Draco was large, though not as large as him. Harry was longer, but only slightly, and his girth was what made the substantial difference, but Draco’s dick was thick and imposing looking. "That’s not gonna fit." he cried.
"Don’t be ridiculous, Potter. I’m no where near the size that you got that to. " the blond said, indicating the small white object by his knee. "Legs up and no touching. I plan to have you climaxing from just my cock in your arse."
"Oh, God! Sweet Merlin! Yes, . . . what do I call you now? " Harry asked as he raised his knees and spread them, while Draco examined the abused opening and tested it for damage.
"I’d prefer you call me by my name. You’ll be calling me Minister by the end of the week, though. I think this is gonna be the deciding factor. Or would you rather call me Master?" Draco teased, even as he aligned their bodies and drove his pole into his concubine.
"Ahh, Malfoy! Ooh, yes!" Harry cried out and Draco smirked as he held himself over the other. "Oh, Yes!"
"Master, it is." Malfoy said but before Harry could retort, he began to move and it was all the green-eyed man could do to make coherent sounds. Draco’s cock filled him even more than the toy had and it was more sensuous as it moved. The toy had jerked and spasmed, but Malfoy’s thrusts were long and smooth, intended to stroke him from the inside. His hands wandered down, reaching for his neglected cock, but Draco grabbed them and pressed them onto the pillows above his head. "I said no touching." was all the answer his questioning glare got him.
Soon enough, they were both beaded with perspiration and rocking together in perfect harmony. Harry had given up trying to hold back the sounds and calls he was making and Draco cherished each one. His mouth caught many of them before they could be released, as he kissed the chosen one and lapped up all sounds for lingering periods of time. “You are mine now. And tomorrow, we seal this with a potion.”
“Is talking necessary?” Harry rhasped and Malfoy laughed.
“I find that it adds to the experience,” Draco smirked as Harry sifted below him. This seemed a cue to him and he moved his hips rolling them in a way that drove him deeper and struck at Harry's susceptible prostate.
“Oh, Crap! Do it again.”
“Your wish is my command, for tonight.” and the blond drove in over and over, relentlessly until Harry was alternating between whines and whimpers, screams and growls.
Their bodies pressed together and Harry’s cock was massaged by shifting abdominal muscles that were rock hard and tense with need. His eyes rolled back as he screamed out and his ejaculate coated them in a film of white. Malfoy made a gurgling sound and Harry opened his eyes to watch the blond tumble over the edge of his climax and fall directly onto his new lover.
"I’ve never felt anything like that." Harry murmured into Draco’s ear and the candidate wobbled as he chuckled into Harry’s hair. "It’s not funny. I’m serious."
"Of course, you are. I’m just surprised that you would admit it, that’s all." Draco rose on his arms, though they seemed too shaken to hold him, "I will attempt to outdo myself with each successive try. I live to please, my Love."
Harry wrinkled his nose and looked away, a light blush overcoming his nose and cheeks. "I’m not calling you Master. " He snipped and Draco laughed out loud. Harry looked back at the surprising sound and found Malfoy transformed. He couldn’t believe how beautiful the blond looked. "You should laugh more often. " he said before he could stop himself.
Malfoy became serious again, running a thumb under Harry’s chin. "I’m sure, with you here, I will. More and more. Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow we make this official. Have you considered who you want as witness. You may invite whomever you want. Call in our whole year, if you like. I’m so pleased, I’d be willing to feed the entire auror department."
"I doubt that. I’ll ask Hermione, Luna, Bill, Charlie, George and the Patil sisters. I think I could get Dean and Seamus to come, if they’re still in the country. They go to France a lot, in their business dealings. Is that too many? "
"Mmm-mm. " Draco negated. "Sounds perfect. I’m calling Blaise, Greg, Theo, Tracey, Millie and Longbottom, I think. Would you be too uncomfortable with some of the families that have been most affected by the Ministry’s recent outrages?"
Harry had no problem with that and the following evening he stood beside Draco, with all of his witnesses there, saying the words that would bind him to the blond and make it legal for him to bear children for the Malfoy family, as well as his own, once he had taken the potion that Draco had brewed. It turned out that the candidate had begun the brewing two weeks earlier, as he researched the concubine law and ascertained its legality.
No sense being sorry if He was ready, but It wasn't.
They didn't invite the rest of the Weasleys and Harry felt sorry for that, but with Hermione and Ron's marital problems, he didn't want to cause more difficulties. Bill had not come, claiming to need to work and going to break a curse in Italy. He would be back in a week, and couldn't be contacted in time for the ceremony. Hermione smirked at him, as he spoke his part, “I will obey my Lord and cause him no concerns, I will bear beautiful children and my Lord shall hold them under the protection of his family.”
Draco smiled and said his part, ignoring the snort that came from Greg. Since Blaise hadn't shown up, he had agreed to stand beside his friend. “I will honor my mate, share my fortune and protect his children, even those that are not of my seed. I take into my family, James Betelgeuse Potter. While heir to the Potter name and family, he will be my son, as well. In this way, I give this child legitimacy and a family.”
The final piece of the legacy Arthur Weasley had given the Wizarding World was tied up by Draco's adoption of James. He and Harry had discussed this in detail. James was now a Malfoy-Potter, and as such was legal to be Harry's child, and lost all ties to Ginny. This was only possible through the concubine ceremony that bound Harry as a child bearer in the family. If he had no heir, one of his children with Draco could be named Potter and made his heir. It was a necessary step in solving the results of the law.
A reception was held, the second party in as many days in the manor, but the guest list was altered greatly from the first. Harry mingled with his friends and Malfoys, smiling widely as he spoke to Luna, George and Charlie.
“I love weddings,” Luna had gushed.
“It's not a wedding, Luna,” George explained.
“It's better. There is more food at bonding ceremonies,” Luna said.
“And, the cake is bigger,” Charlie qualified.
“I like cake.” Luna said and the rest laughed outright.
“You better eat up, Harry,” Charlie said and the Chosen one turned to him. “I hear that the first night you're a concubine is a long one.”
“You think this is the first night?” Harry smirked and turned to look across the room at the blond candidate. “That was last night.”
“Really? Well, we'll see. We'll see.” Charlie snickered and George guffawed, but Luna just tilted her head and watched the three men.
“Harry looks happy.” Hermione said and Padma turned to gaze over the crowd. “Draco, too.”
“Draco?” Parvati said with a knowing smile. “Since when is he Draco?”
“I've been working with his committee. I guess I can call him Draco.” Hermione said.
“I'd like to call him Draco,” Padma said. “I'd like to scream it in ecstasy. He's gotten quite hot since school.”
“Has he?” Hermione said. “I guess, I hadn't noticed.”
“Not noticed? Hermione, he's like white chocolate, walking sex. Every girl here is guesstimating the size of his package and how long it would stay up. Even me, and I've just about got Roger Davies ready to tie the knot.”
“You and Roger Davies? How? When? Where?” Hermione was livid that she had missed this bit of gossip, and the conversation turned from the handsome blond Minister-to-be.
“And when are you going to bring Astoria over for dinner?” Malfoy asked his friend. Greg hedged it as best he could, but Draco was masterful. “I know about you and her dating, so don't try to deny it. I just want to help you celebrate.”
“She thought you'd be mad cause your parents were trying to arrange a marriage.” Greg said.
“I'm not. It wouldn't have worked, so no harm done. Bring her by next week. I'll work out something with my parents and Harry. He'll have to learn to socialize as my concubine, and you two will make the transition easier.”
“You really plan to have babies with Potter?” Greg said and Draco smirked.
“Oh, yes. I have the potion ready and he's already living in the manor with his son. OUR son.” Draco had to correct himself. It wouldn't do to alienate his mate by forgetting his agreement to adopt the little boy. It was a good thing that James looked more like Harry than the Weasley bint, and he was a pleasant boy, too.
The guests had left, the house was quiet and Harry was a bit nervous. He and Draco had put James to bed, together. Harry had tucked him in, gave him his favorite dragon toy, and Draco had told him a story about a magic prince who had defeated an evil wizard and saved the little village where he lived. James was enamored of his new 'Papa' and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Draco had gone into Harry's bathroom to 'get ready' and left Harry to strip off his clothes and put away his wand. When the blond came out, dressed in a pair of buttercup yellow satin boxers, Harry's mouth went dry. The blond had a cup in his hand with two straws. He smirked and put it on the table between two chairs. “This is a special part of the ceremony. With this drink, we share our 'first' night as mates. I know we aren't really, but it's symbolic. Just sit there, take the straw and drink steadily. You have to drink the same amount that I do, or one of us will last longer.”
“Last?”
“It's a potency potion. It's purpose is to give you stamina. If I drink more, than I'll last longer than you and that won't be any fun for either of us. Same goes for you. If You last longer, you'll have to work it out after I fall asleep. So, are you ready?” Draco sat on one of the chairs and took the straw in his fingers. Harry took this as a challenge and sat opposite him. He put his lips to the straw and waited until his mate was ready before he began to draw the potion through it.
The potion tasted like chocolate milkshake and it was soon gone from the cup. Harry looked up and waited, expecting something to . . . . “Holy Shit” The feeling of arousal surged through him like a warm rush of blood and his cock filled so quickly it hurt. “Oh crap, Draco.”
The blond didn't answer him, but Harry was sure it was because Draco had flown to his feet, grabbed Harry by the shoulders and was snogging him senseless on their way to the bed.
The night had begun.

The fertility potion, it turned out, was a series of potions, taken once a day for thirty days. The effects were a permanent change of the wizard's body, inclusion of a womb, eggs and vagina, but not quite the same as a woman's. The eggs, because of the physiology of the male, would develop in one of his scrotum, forcing the other to take on the job of both testicles. If done correctly, an opening appeared in the perineum, just behind the scrotum. It was jokingly called the Vagicanal, because it wasn't a real vagina, and didn't have the same effects on a male as the female birth canal. It was not meant to be used for simple sexual experiences, only to plant a child and birth one. Male pregnancies would only produce sons, but Draco and Harry had decided that it would be more productive for the Malfoy, and Potter, lines to go this route and reestablish the lineage with boys.
Harry swallowed the first vial, along with one that Draco told him was for the purpose of connecting them as concubine and Lord. It would give Draco the ability to tell when Harry needed him, and vice-versa. Harry took it, without question, and willingly went along with Draco's next request, too.
“I want you to collect your cum, every day, in these little vials. Once they are full, seal them with one of the corks and put them in this cabinet. You have to promise me to use them daily, only once, unless we have sex.”
“Okay. Can I ask why?”
“If you don't ejaculate once a day, the sperm would build up in one of your balls, and make you lopsided - plus there's a potion that I want to make. It works like the bonding one, only lasts longer. It requires a portion of each of our body fluids, urine, semen, spit, sweat and blood. I have vials for each. This one for the urine, that for spit and this for sweat. Blood, well you only need a drop, and it has to be fresh, so we can wait on that. Will you allow me to do this?”
“If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have slept with you or agreed to mate you. I'll change my body permanently for you, to give you children, and you still ask if I'll let you use my fluids to make a potion to protect us? Draco, don't be shallow.” Harry took the vial from him, put it on the bedside table and reached for one of the larger ones. “I have to pee.” he explained as he headed for the loo.
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