A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
47,006
Reviews:
72
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Civil Union
Title:A Civil Union, ch 1
Disclaimer: The characters that are recognizable within this work of fanfiction are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling, who has done fabulous work with them.
"Certainly not." I leaned back comfortably in my favorite leather chair. I regarded the group of representatives from the Ministry of Magic with mild distaste. "I am neither a pedophile, nor am I a homosexual. Your proposal is out of the question."
"Mr. Potter is not a child any longer, Mr. Malfoy. He has reached the age of eighteen." The man who had chosen himself to be the group's spokesperson told me with a satisfied smirk. As if he'd told me something I didn't already know.
I glared at the man. "Be that as it may, I am still decades older than the young man. And the gender issue remains. It would seem you have a few choices. Change the treaty to eliminate the marriage requirement, fore-go the treaty altogether, or get someone else to take part in this travesty of a union."
"But, sir, you and Potter were the most powerful of the members who fought on opposite sides of the battle, to join the two of you would give the appearance of true reconciliation. The treaty would have a real chance of success." The man swallowed and looked towards the rest of the group, three nervous but determined looking women. They nodded vigorously at him, apparently agreeing with his assessment, I wondered if they'd rehearsed. One of them took heart from the exchanged look, and spoke up. It was nothing unexpected.
"On the subject of gender, sir, it is well known that you have a number of young wizards you keep company with." Her expression was triumphant, as usual she hadn't a clue about the reality of the situation. I ground my teeth to keep from telling her just that in less than polite terms. My reply was far more carefully worded than my thoughts on the subject.
"What ever you believe you know has no relevance to this situation. It is no doubt erroneous. Suffice to say, I am telling you the truth when I tell you I am not homosexual." I was angry, and fought to keep it off my face, fought to keep my expression neutral. Deep breath in...and out.
Some one had talked without permission. I liked my private life to be private. Another reason not to get involved with this fiasco. I stood. The members of the group leaned back as one, two of the women raising clutching hands to their breast.
I never understand why everyone expects me to be shorter than I am. They all react like this, shrinking back when I finally stand and they have to look up, and up, to meet my eyes. I made sure I stayed behind the desk. It would not do to have one of the gentle souls faint. I gestured helpfully towards the door to my outer office.
"This interview has reached it's end. Please see yourselves out," I told the four. I discretely pressed the button to alert my secretary they were coming out of the main office and into the reception area. The tenacious young man was not ready to concede. He squared his rounded shoulders and stepped forward with admirable determination.
"Mr. Malfoy." He riffled through the papers he held in his plump hands. I pride myself in keeping in shape, his puffy hands bothered me. I did not want him to touch me. He made a small sound of pleasure, and thrust a sheaf of papers at me. Then he followed the ladies out.
Roberts, my personal secretary stood in the doorway while I read the pages. I pulled my half glasses out from the breast pocket of my coat, and set them on my nose. My vision was not as good as it had been. My eyes no longer responded to healing spells. I don't know why. I have required reading glasses for sixteen months now. I peered at the papers.
The law firm header was prominently displayed. The inclusion of all my titles was next, followed by the ubiquitous, Dear Sir,.... Then I got a shock. This was a court order. I was being compelled to marry, Mr. Harry James Potter at a date set by the court. I had thirteen hours to appeal. The order was timed twelve hours and fifty nine minutes ago. I looked up at the clock, and stood, without recourse, as the numbers flipped over, and just like that I was out of time.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The characters that are recognizable within this work of fanfiction are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling, who has done fabulous work with them.
"Certainly not." I leaned back comfortably in my favorite leather chair. I regarded the group of representatives from the Ministry of Magic with mild distaste. "I am neither a pedophile, nor am I a homosexual. Your proposal is out of the question."
"Mr. Potter is not a child any longer, Mr. Malfoy. He has reached the age of eighteen." The man who had chosen himself to be the group's spokesperson told me with a satisfied smirk. As if he'd told me something I didn't already know.
I glared at the man. "Be that as it may, I am still decades older than the young man. And the gender issue remains. It would seem you have a few choices. Change the treaty to eliminate the marriage requirement, fore-go the treaty altogether, or get someone else to take part in this travesty of a union."
"But, sir, you and Potter were the most powerful of the members who fought on opposite sides of the battle, to join the two of you would give the appearance of true reconciliation. The treaty would have a real chance of success." The man swallowed and looked towards the rest of the group, three nervous but determined looking women. They nodded vigorously at him, apparently agreeing with his assessment, I wondered if they'd rehearsed. One of them took heart from the exchanged look, and spoke up. It was nothing unexpected.
"On the subject of gender, sir, it is well known that you have a number of young wizards you keep company with." Her expression was triumphant, as usual she hadn't a clue about the reality of the situation. I ground my teeth to keep from telling her just that in less than polite terms. My reply was far more carefully worded than my thoughts on the subject.
"What ever you believe you know has no relevance to this situation. It is no doubt erroneous. Suffice to say, I am telling you the truth when I tell you I am not homosexual." I was angry, and fought to keep it off my face, fought to keep my expression neutral. Deep breath in...and out.
Some one had talked without permission. I liked my private life to be private. Another reason not to get involved with this fiasco. I stood. The members of the group leaned back as one, two of the women raising clutching hands to their breast.
I never understand why everyone expects me to be shorter than I am. They all react like this, shrinking back when I finally stand and they have to look up, and up, to meet my eyes. I made sure I stayed behind the desk. It would not do to have one of the gentle souls faint. I gestured helpfully towards the door to my outer office.
"This interview has reached it's end. Please see yourselves out," I told the four. I discretely pressed the button to alert my secretary they were coming out of the main office and into the reception area. The tenacious young man was not ready to concede. He squared his rounded shoulders and stepped forward with admirable determination.
"Mr. Malfoy." He riffled through the papers he held in his plump hands. I pride myself in keeping in shape, his puffy hands bothered me. I did not want him to touch me. He made a small sound of pleasure, and thrust a sheaf of papers at me. Then he followed the ladies out.
Roberts, my personal secretary stood in the doorway while I read the pages. I pulled my half glasses out from the breast pocket of my coat, and set them on my nose. My vision was not as good as it had been. My eyes no longer responded to healing spells. I don't know why. I have required reading glasses for sixteen months now. I peered at the papers.
The law firm header was prominently displayed. The inclusion of all my titles was next, followed by the ubiquitous, Dear Sir,.... Then I got a shock. This was a court order. I was being compelled to marry, Mr. Harry James Potter at a date set by the court. I had thirteen hours to appeal. The order was timed twelve hours and fifty nine minutes ago. I looked up at the clock, and stood, without recourse, as the numbers flipped over, and just like that I was out of time.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com