"We have a problem Albus."
The elderly Wizard glanced up to where his close advisor stood, "And what would that be Severus?"
"The fact that Lucius Malfoy is going to become the next bloody Minister of Magic!"
Frowning, Dumbledore gave a silent prayer that this argument would not end in another 'Harry Potter is clearly the Devil' speeches.
"It is not set in stone my boy; the debates haven't even begun yet."
"Can't you see that it doesn't matter ? Harry Potter supports him, which means…"
"I was not aware that a thirteen-year-old boy chose the leader of our government."
That statement brought the Slytherin to a pause.
"If Mr. Malfoy is indeed elected as Minister then it will be because the voters and the Wizengamot agree with him and his ideals, not because of Harry."
"He will have an impact though."
"Oh, most definitely, but one celebrity's vote will not force the will of an entire country."
"Ah yes, my mistake Headmaster. I have forgotten that there is no precedence of those who have defeated Dark Lords being given incredible political power in any way." The sarcasm was not lost on the Supreme Warlock, nor how it related to him.
"I like to think it was more than just my one act that causes others to follow me Severus."
"Perhaps you should take a walk through Diagon Alley someday under the Glamour Charm, you might be surprised at what the sheep of this country are willing to do."
A stern glare brought the statement to a halt, "I assume you are trying to find some way to blame the attack on Harry as well? Perhaps that he has found some way of controlling Dementors that none of us knew about?"
"He created a method of repelling them that has never been seen before, it would not be that far of a stretch to…" Snape's jaw snapped shut at the sudden drop of temperature in the office, and slowly looked towards the elder Wizard whose gaze had caused it.
"I will give you the courtesy and pretend I did not just hear that Severus, unless you are prepared to go before a courtroom and claim that Harry Potter caused the slaughter that has occurred less a month ago."
The man bowed his head, knowing when to admit defeat before the enraged Wizard.
"Then I do not want to hear any more of this nonsense. Supporting a candidate, even one we do not care for, is not an indication of evil. But the assumption behind it is. If we start declaring anyone who disagrees with us a Dark Lord, we become no better than the darkness we strive to fight. This is democracy Severus, meaning that the people decide who they wish to follow, not a small group of men sitting in an office."
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"Do you, Lucius Malfoy, swear to uphold the honor of the office of Minister of Magic? Do you swear to guide this great nation into prosperity and happiness, to put the needs of the common Witch and Wizard above your own? To reject corruption, to seek safety and peace?"
"I do."
The official nodded, "Then as representative of the Wizengamot I hereby welcome you to your first term Minister, I hope to see many more follow."
The blonde bowed, before turning back towards those assembled. "My friends, opponents, allies, and those who stood against me, I stand here now by the grace of the people of this great nation. It was a hard-fought battle and I can only hope to return the faith that has been given to me by the country. Thank you."
The hall erupted into applause and cheers, while the Malfoy Lord mentally smirked. In less than a year he had accomplished what the Dark Lord could not in a decade. Now it was time to cement his control, and his family's legacy.
...
"Draco"
The teen paused, fighting back the urge to start hexing the owner of the voice, before turning slowly to face him. "Longbottom."
Said boy winced slightly, before nodding in acceptance. "I uh, I heard your father was sworn in as Minister the other day."
"He was."
"I just wanted to say uhm… congratulations." With that the Gryffindor turned to leave, before the Malfoy called out to him.
"Neville… hold on for a sec," the other boy did as requested, and turned back around. "Thank you, I know that things haven't been exactly easy for you lately with all the Slytherins distancing themselves and the Gryffindors… being Gryffindors but, thank you."
"You are welcome."
"So, uh…" Jeesh what the hell was he supposed to talk about? It had been so natural mere months earlier but now… there seemed to be a rift between them. "How are your parents doing Neville?"
"They are okay, still trying to adjust to missing out on so much of their lives. Everyone being older, having kids, or just…"
"Not being here anymore." Draco finished, earning a nod from his former friend. "I can't imagine what that is like, to just wake up and everything be different."
"Sort of happened for me actually." Neville muttered, earning a surprised look as he continued. "I mean not exactly but… well one day I was a useless failure who had lost his parents and was stuck with people who hated me and then…"
"Harry."
"Yeah, I know you don't understand Draco, why I had to choose what I did, believe me it was the hardest decision I ever made but…"
"But you couldn't live with yourself if you didn't. I get it Neville, I really do. It is just a bit different for me. I can justify the sacrifices as long as the end is greater."
The Longbottom gave a small smile, "I guess that is why you are in Slytherin, and I am in Gryffindor."
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She had given it months… months ! Three months, approximately ninety days, of time to work it out of her system. To move past the incident and onto more important things. Draco's courtship was beginning to move forward, Lord Malfoy had been elected Minister, and everything seemed to be pointing in the direction that the teenage blonde himself would be ascending to that position in a few decades at most .
So why then were her thoughts constantly being dragged back to a single afternoon that happened just before the holidays? Why was she still fantasizing about Harry Potter?
She knew why, of course, not only was he practically the perfect person but sex with him had been mind-blowing, Earth-shattering, panty-soaking, scream-inducingly amazing.
But that didn't mean Draco wouldn't be as well. Surely her future husband would be wonderful in bed, would give her more than a few breathless nights of pleasure.
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