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Adult +
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12
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11,708
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98
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Chapter 11
Disclaimer: Sorry I don't own anything. I'm just playing in JKR's world. Not responsible for anyone under the legal age reading this. Ratings and warnings subject to change.
Summary: Draco meets someone from his past. H/D
Warnings: Cross-dressing, slash, het (D/OC)
Rating: Mature
Author's Note: Sorry this is short. Trying to set up for the end.
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Harry showered and reapplied the Jamie glamour. Looking in the mirror she was ready to face the world; allowing Harry to retreat.
‘Great! Now I sound like I have a split personality.’ Jamie thought with a sigh. She grabbed a light jacket and left her room. “I’m ready Ron!” she yelled down the stairs.
“Good. Your tea and toast is ready. I fixed everything the way you like it. You can eat while we go over the itinerary,” Ron suggested.
“Ron you spoil me!” Harry said with a smile.
‘If only that smile reached her eyes,’ Ron thought. “That’s what best mates do. Now timing is tight but Pansy has moved all your designers close together and made the times different so that you can have an easier time of getting where you need to be.”
“Good ole Pans,” Harry sighed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”
“Dunno mate but do me a favor and don’t call Pansy old around me, eh.” Harry laughed at Ron and finished up his meal. “We should probably apparate on over. Hermione took the car so if we need muggle transport we have it.” Jamie nodded her approval. “Ready?” Jamie stood up and brushed at her clothes. She then placed her hand on Ron’s arm.
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“Master?” Mipsy called from the doorway. Draco looked up to see his favorite house elf pulling at her ears.
“What is it Mipsy?” Draco asked.
“Mipsy has something to tell Master but she doesn’t want him to get mad,” Mipsy whimpered.
“I can’t promise that I won’t get mad but I’ll try not to get mad at you. Now what is it?” Draco demanded. Still pulling at her ears, Mipsy proceeded to tell her master what she’d seen and done this morning. When she finished Draco was staring at her in shock. “A red dust?” he asked. She nodded her head. “He blew the dust around the room?” Again the poor elf nodded. “Please check any and all rooms that he, Nikita and Philip have had access to. If you find any room with the powder come get me. I’d like to try and test the powder. If it’s what I expect it to be… have Noddy check the club. Tell him he needs to check my room and office especially.”
“Yes master.” Mipsy disappeared with a small pop.
‘I wonder if that’s what caused all of this,’ Draco thought. Mipsy popped back into the room. “That was fast.”
“Mipsy had help from other elves. Would Master like to know which rooms or see the rooms?” Mipsy asked.
“Rooms?” Draco questioned.
“Yes master. “
“Tell me first and then we’ll go over each one to see if we can’t get enough for a sample.”
“Elves found the powder in the floo room, Master’s study, library, office, the green room, the family dining room, Master’s bathroom and the informal parlor,” Mipsy reported.
“And it is all the same stuff?”
“Seems to be Master. Only it has different magical signatures.”
“The powder was set to a specific person and all three of them have been using it and me to their advantage. Get in touch with Griggotts and make sure I haven’t given them any money. Advise them that I will be coming in to talk to my manager as soon as I’ve worked out what this is. Now we need to see just how much of this powder we can gather.” Draco and Mipsy set up wards and spells to gather the powder, to diminish the effects of it on him which gathering and to totally clean up each and every room. Draco held up a small beaker full of the powder. “This should give me more then enough to work with. Good work Mipsy. Please thank the other elves for me.” Mipsy smiled, bowed and then popped out of sight. ‘I’ll need to figure out how to separate the powder into each separate magical signature. I’d like to know who has been using this the most. Finally something that might help me figure out what is going on.’ Draco wished yet again that he could go to his friends.
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Griggotts send an owl showing him the “gifts” Draco had given to the three. He promptly sent a reply halting any future gifts and demanding a return. Draco explained how he’d been dusted and sent a sample to the goblins for them to test and use as evidence.
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Draco learned that Monica was blackmailed into helping Jean Paul. He threatened to help her ex-husband get custody of the kids. After all, what fit mother would work nights in a club? While angry that she didn’t come to him, Draco understood why she’d done it. He arranged for an attorney to help her out and reassured her that she was a wonderful mom and working in a club was honest work.
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Draco made sure he had seats for all the shows Jamie was in. Now that he had the proof that he didn’t willingly set out to hurt her. ‘Oh let’s face it! I’m in love with him.. her… um… him!’ Draco told himself. ‘I’ve got to get Harry back!’
Draco sent the results of his tests to aurors and to his best friends. Hopefully they will read them.
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Aurors arrested Jean Paul, Philip and Nikita. Due to Lord Malfoy’s money and influence their charges were black out.
Griggotts made sure that all money and gifts were returned to the Malfoy vault.
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A large envelope was handed to Pansy. She looked at the handwriting and threw it into the wastebasket.
“I have nothing to say to him and anything he sends can go to the rubbish,” she told her assistant.
“Yes, ma’am,” Monique told her. Lord Malfoy made them all miserable and she personally hoped he’d take the hint and leave them all alone!
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A Malfoy owl landed in front of Blaise. He sighed and took the envelope. He read the cover sheet but didn’t get to see anything else as he was told the show was starting. He put the letter back into the envelope, sighed and left the room, leaving the envelope sitting on top of his camera bag.
Summary: Draco meets someone from his past. H/D
Warnings: Cross-dressing, slash, het (D/OC)
Rating: Mature
Author's Note: Sorry this is short. Trying to set up for the end.
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Harry showered and reapplied the Jamie glamour. Looking in the mirror she was ready to face the world; allowing Harry to retreat.
‘Great! Now I sound like I have a split personality.’ Jamie thought with a sigh. She grabbed a light jacket and left her room. “I’m ready Ron!” she yelled down the stairs.
“Good. Your tea and toast is ready. I fixed everything the way you like it. You can eat while we go over the itinerary,” Ron suggested.
“Ron you spoil me!” Harry said with a smile.
‘If only that smile reached her eyes,’ Ron thought. “That’s what best mates do. Now timing is tight but Pansy has moved all your designers close together and made the times different so that you can have an easier time of getting where you need to be.”
“Good ole Pans,” Harry sighed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”
“Dunno mate but do me a favor and don’t call Pansy old around me, eh.” Harry laughed at Ron and finished up his meal. “We should probably apparate on over. Hermione took the car so if we need muggle transport we have it.” Jamie nodded her approval. “Ready?” Jamie stood up and brushed at her clothes. She then placed her hand on Ron’s arm.
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“Master?” Mipsy called from the doorway. Draco looked up to see his favorite house elf pulling at her ears.
“What is it Mipsy?” Draco asked.
“Mipsy has something to tell Master but she doesn’t want him to get mad,” Mipsy whimpered.
“I can’t promise that I won’t get mad but I’ll try not to get mad at you. Now what is it?” Draco demanded. Still pulling at her ears, Mipsy proceeded to tell her master what she’d seen and done this morning. When she finished Draco was staring at her in shock. “A red dust?” he asked. She nodded her head. “He blew the dust around the room?” Again the poor elf nodded. “Please check any and all rooms that he, Nikita and Philip have had access to. If you find any room with the powder come get me. I’d like to try and test the powder. If it’s what I expect it to be… have Noddy check the club. Tell him he needs to check my room and office especially.”
“Yes master.” Mipsy disappeared with a small pop.
‘I wonder if that’s what caused all of this,’ Draco thought. Mipsy popped back into the room. “That was fast.”
“Mipsy had help from other elves. Would Master like to know which rooms or see the rooms?” Mipsy asked.
“Rooms?” Draco questioned.
“Yes master. “
“Tell me first and then we’ll go over each one to see if we can’t get enough for a sample.”
“Elves found the powder in the floo room, Master’s study, library, office, the green room, the family dining room, Master’s bathroom and the informal parlor,” Mipsy reported.
“And it is all the same stuff?”
“Seems to be Master. Only it has different magical signatures.”
“The powder was set to a specific person and all three of them have been using it and me to their advantage. Get in touch with Griggotts and make sure I haven’t given them any money. Advise them that I will be coming in to talk to my manager as soon as I’ve worked out what this is. Now we need to see just how much of this powder we can gather.” Draco and Mipsy set up wards and spells to gather the powder, to diminish the effects of it on him which gathering and to totally clean up each and every room. Draco held up a small beaker full of the powder. “This should give me more then enough to work with. Good work Mipsy. Please thank the other elves for me.” Mipsy smiled, bowed and then popped out of sight. ‘I’ll need to figure out how to separate the powder into each separate magical signature. I’d like to know who has been using this the most. Finally something that might help me figure out what is going on.’ Draco wished yet again that he could go to his friends.
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Griggotts send an owl showing him the “gifts” Draco had given to the three. He promptly sent a reply halting any future gifts and demanding a return. Draco explained how he’d been dusted and sent a sample to the goblins for them to test and use as evidence.
Hphphphphphphphphphphp
Draco learned that Monica was blackmailed into helping Jean Paul. He threatened to help her ex-husband get custody of the kids. After all, what fit mother would work nights in a club? While angry that she didn’t come to him, Draco understood why she’d done it. He arranged for an attorney to help her out and reassured her that she was a wonderful mom and working in a club was honest work.
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Draco made sure he had seats for all the shows Jamie was in. Now that he had the proof that he didn’t willingly set out to hurt her. ‘Oh let’s face it! I’m in love with him.. her… um… him!’ Draco told himself. ‘I’ve got to get Harry back!’
Draco sent the results of his tests to aurors and to his best friends. Hopefully they will read them.
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Aurors arrested Jean Paul, Philip and Nikita. Due to Lord Malfoy’s money and influence their charges were black out.
Griggotts made sure that all money and gifts were returned to the Malfoy vault.
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A large envelope was handed to Pansy. She looked at the handwriting and threw it into the wastebasket.
“I have nothing to say to him and anything he sends can go to the rubbish,” she told her assistant.
“Yes, ma’am,” Monique told her. Lord Malfoy made them all miserable and she personally hoped he’d take the hint and leave them all alone!
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A Malfoy owl landed in front of Blaise. He sighed and took the envelope. He read the cover sheet but didn’t get to see anything else as he was told the show was starting. He put the letter back into the envelope, sighed and left the room, leaving the envelope sitting on top of his camera bag.