Murder at Malfoy Manor

Hermione turned deathly pale and Harry looked as if he had just eaten rancid maggot infested pork. Ron tried to seem as though he didn't care but his eyes told a different story. He was desperately trying to think of which secret it was that Blaise knew about.

Draco squeezed the arms of his chair so hard that his knuckles were white. A small gasp came from Pansy and Neville dropped another drink. Only Ginny seemed to not be affected by this announcement.

"Surprised?" Blaise said with a devious smirk.

"No," Harry said. "I always thought you had no life and now I know it's true. Spying for an entire year?" He laughed, making Blaise frown a bit. "What reason- besides being a total nutter- would you have for stalking us?"

"Simple, Potter," Blaise said puffing away at his cigar. "Money and Revenge."

"Money?" Ginny asked. "But you're rich! Why would you need our money?"

"Correction, Mrs. Potter, I USED to be rich and I will be again- thanks to all of you!"

"Used to be?" Ron asked. "What happened? You piss all your money on cheap booze and even cheaper women?"

"No. Although there was this one time in Winnipeg that I had a great time with this one-legged whore..."

"Ew!" Pansy said, wrinkling her nose. "Just EW!"

"Just about scared the living shit out of me. Pop! Artificial leg came right off in my hand just as I was getting ready to show her my signature move."

Harry interrupted him much to everyone's joy. "Yes, well as interesting as your sexcapades with crippled hookers sounds, I really would rather know about the 'money and revenge' thing'."

Blaise shrugged his shoulders. "If that's what you want." He walked slowly over to where Draco was sitting, looking paler than usual. "You see, I got the idea to blackmail all of you from my dear friend Draco."

"What?"

"There's a big shock!"

"I KNEW he had something to do with this!"

"I had nothing to do with any of this!" Draco shouted, jumping out of his seat. He glared at Blaise, who was simply smiling at him as if amused by his outburst.

"Then you haven't been blackmailing him?" Hermione asked.

"No! Well yes. Sort of!"

"Sort of? Either you are or you're not," Harry said. "Which is it?"

"Fine! I hate the smug bastard, and when I found out the secret he's been hiding for years, I decided to use it to my advantage!"

Hermione realized something the others didn't. "Are you saying that you blackmailed HIM into spying on US?"

Draco looked at her helplessly. She was now going to think he was a ruthless disgusting prick and hate him even more. He watched his chances with her fly right out the window. He said nothing and his silence was answer enough for all of them.

"Let me get this straight," Ginny said. "Blaise comes back from where ever the hell he was, and you just happen to discover some deep dark secret about him; something so horrible that he's willing to waste an entire year of his life spying and gathering information on all of us just so you won't spill the beans?" she laughed in disbelief. "It must be one hell of a secret!"

Blaise shot Draco a warning look. "Yes, well," he said in a hurry. "We are not here to discuss my secrets. We are here to expose yours!"

"So you intend to turn the tables on Malfoy?" Neville said, thinking. "That must mean that you have some dirt on him as well."

"As a matter of fact I do and if he doesn't just sit here and keep his fucking mouth shut regarding what he knows about me, I'm going to tell it to the whole room!" Blaise watched as Draco struggled with his decision. He knew Malfoy wanted to tell but there was no way he would ever want anyone to find out what HE was hiding.

Blaise looked around after deciding Draco was going to keep his silence. "Now where should we start?"

Every person in the room lowered their eyes and tried to make themselves seem smaller so Blaise wouldn't begin with them. "Mr. Longbottom!"

Neville jumped. He knew it was going to be him because he had no luck.

Blaise shook his head and clicked his tongue as if disappointment. "I think the school Governors would be very interested to know about a certain student of yours by the name of Lucinda Maxwell."

Neville looked up at Blaise in horror. His hands were visibly shaking and he had the look of someone who had just been punched in the stomach. "You wouldn't!"

Pansy narrowed her black eyes. "Who is Lucinda Maxwell and what exactly does Neville have to do with her?" There was a distinct jealous tone to her voice that wasn't missed by any one in the room.

"Lucinda happens to be a young student of Longbottom's."

"Shut up Zabini," Neville said, clenching and unclenching his hands.

"No." He strolled around the room until he was standing with his hands on the back of Neville's chair. "It seems Longbottom has been taking sexual favors from this student and in return giving her excellent marks in Herbology."

Blaise had a hard look in his eyes that reminded Harry of a vicious Rottweiler he had seen once.

"That is not true!" Neville said jumping from his seat. He looked at Pansy, who was covering her mouth in horror. "I would never do anything like that!"

Hermione immediately came to Neville's defense. "There is absolutely no way that he would EVER do anything of the sort. Come on! This is NEVILLE we're talking about here!" She gave a small disbelieving laugh. "He's not capable of taking advantage of a student; it's not in his nature."

Blaise looked over at Draco who nodded and snapped his fingers. The house elf came into the room carrying a box. "Thank you," he said, dismissing the elf. "Not in his nature huh?" he said, pulling a large moving photo from a manila envelope and holding it up for all to see. "I'd have to say it is."

It was shocking to say the least. There was Neville sitting in the chair behind his desk; his pants down and his head thrown back in what could only be described as pure ecstasy. What was even more shocking was the fact that there was brown haired girl in a Hogwarts school uniform kneeling in between his splayed legs. As they watched, her head bobbed up and down as she sucked his dick like a pro.

"Holy shit!" Ron said. His head slowly turned towards Neville. He looked at him like he had never seen him before.

"Neville, is this for real?" Hermione asked. She didn't want to believe that this person she had been so close to for so many years was actually capable of doing something so foul. "Please tell me this picture is a fake."

"Oh it's not a fake, Mrs. Weasley. Of that I'm sure." He took a seat on the edge of the sofa. "Oh and Longbottom? One more thing."

Neville kept his eyes to the floor, scared out of his mind of what could possibly happen next.

"Draco was going to tell everyone about how your Grandmother died under- shall we say- MYSTERIOUS CICUMSTANCES? It seems that small traces of various poisons were found in her system- poisons only a Herbologist would know of." He smoothed his mustache with two fingers. "I have here a written statement from an eye witness who says he sold you..."

This was just too much for Neville and he flipped. "How dare you insinuate that I killed her?"

"Did you?" Pansy asked.

Neville glared at her. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this!" He headed for the door. "And neither do any of you!" He threw the door open and stomped into the hall. "I'm leaving and I suggest you all do the same."

They heard his footsteps disappear down the hall and when Blaise made no attempt to stop him, everyone got up and quickly followed- everyone except for Draco.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked Blaise.

"You'll see. Just keep your mouth shut and do as I say. Hell, you just might thank me for this later."

"But they're all leaving!"

"No they're not," Blaise smirked at Draco. "They can't."

***

Out in the foyer, Neville was pulling on the door handle and swearing. "Why won't the damn door open?"

Ron pushed him out of the way and tried it himself. "Locked. It won't budge."

"Stand back," Hermione said, pulling out her wand. "Alohamora!" Nothing happened. She looked down at it in confusion. "Did you see a light come from my wand?"

"No," Ginny said.

"Try a different spell," Pansy urged.

"Reducto!"

Still nothing.

"Maybe it's your wand," Harry said. "Let me try." He pulled his out and aimed it at the heavy door.

"You're wasting your time Potter," Blaise said coming towards them. "At precisely 9 0'clock p.m., every door, window and fireplace sealed itself."


He stopped next to Hermione and Ginny. "Oh and the moment you stepped across the threshold, your wands were deactivated." He flashed the stunned group a
proud smile. "Shall we go back into the library?" he said, putting his arms around Ginny and Hermione. "There is still SO much to reveal!"

"You can't keep us prisoner here!" Hermione said, throwing off his arm and rushing for the library where Draco was sitting alone, staring into the fireplace.

He looked up at her as she stalked towards him, and he thought about how beautiful she was when she was pissed off. Her eyes crackled with fury and her cheeks flamed with bright pink patches. He wanted her so badly and would do anything to have her for him self- even kill if he had to.

"Draco Malfoy, you let us out of here at once!" She hovered over him, her face inches from his. She had never before been this close to him. Never before noticed just how long his pale lashes were, how sensual and soft his lips were or how damn sexy he smelled. She had often thought about what it would be like to be so near him and she found it better than she had ever imagined!

She hovered over him, her hands on the arms of the chair, her chest heaving. He had dreamt of a moment like this many times. If only the circumstances were different. If only they were alone and if only she knew how he felt...

Hermione found it hard to tear her eyes away from his. His lips were so close! What would he do if she were to just lean in a bit further and kiss him? Too bad she had never had the courage to tell him how she felt. All these years wondering how different her life could have turned out if she had somehow been able to just tell him! Now he - and everyone else was going to find out her deepest darkest secret. She was desperate to get out of the house because when everyone learned what she had done there was no telling what Draco would do.

"Hermione?" he said in a whisper.

"Yes?"

"There's something I want to tell you." His hand came up and he slowly caressed
her soft cheek with his fingertips.

Hermione found herself moving closer, her lips brushing against his.

"OI! Get your disgusting hands off my damn wife, Malfoy!" Ron shouted. Harry managed to grab his arm before he could rush at Draco.

"Granger, you fucking slut!" Pansy said, halting in her tracks. "Stop throwing yourself at my husband or I'll kill you!" She snatched a handful of Hermione's hair and pulled it, yanking her back. "Draco is mine!"

"Get off me you psycho bitch!" Hermione turned, her scalp screaming as Pansy tightened her grip. She dug her nails into Pansy's arms, drawing blood and then suddenly she was on the ground. Pansy was on top of her, slapping and scratching and pulling out clumps of her hair.

"Cat fight!" Blaise said. "Some one get the baby oil!"

Hermione grabbed Pansy's head with both her hands and head butted her as hard as she could. She heard a sickening crunch as Pansy's nose broke. Blood squirted out, drenching them both.

"Ow! You fucking whore!" Pansy cried, attacking Hermione with a vengeance. She punched every inch of Hermione she could get to, screaming like a lunatic.

Hermione managed to get her legs locked around Pansy's waist, not caring that her dress was now up riding so high that everyone could get an eyeful of her knickers. She flipped her over and straddled her, holding her flailing arms down . "Call me a whore or a slut once more, Pansy and I'll kill you!"

"Okay! Break it up!" Ron said, taking Hermione by the elbow and wrenching her off Pansy. Neville helped Pansy to her feet.

"Tell me, Draco," Blaise said, blowing smoke rings. "How does it feel to have two beautiful women fighting over you?" He chuckled a little at Draco's obvious discomfort. "One would never suspect Hermione to have the hots for an evil genius such as yourself would they? It came as quite a shock to me, I can tell you that!"

Ron looked up. "My wife does not have the hots for Malfoy!"

"And how would you know, Weasley?" Blaise asked, rolling his eyes. "You're never home are you? To busy out placing bets on Quidditch matches aren't you?" He gave a smile reminiscent of a hungry barracuda. "You should spend more time at home pleasuring your lovely wife instead of loosing massive amounts of money, not to mention the deed to your house, by making half assed bets on losing teams!"

Hermione was furious. "You... you lost the house?"

"He lies!" Ron said vehemently.

"I do, do I?" Blaise walked over to the box and pulled out a formal looking collection of papers. "Then why is it that I have legal documents stating that your house now belongs to one..." He shuffled the papers, looking for the name. "Ah here it is! A Mr. Tito Strangelli?"

"Give me those!" Hermione said, snatching the papers rudely away from Blaise. She scanned them, her eyes getting wider and her lips pressing together in a thinner and thinner line. "Ronald Weasley!" she shouted. "How could you do this? Where are we supposed to live?" She threw the papers to the ground and faced him, looking murderous.

Much to Draco's delight, she slapped Ron across the face, the sound echoing through the room like a gun shot.

"Don't you even care about me and the children?" she screamed. "You selfish bastard!"

Blaise looked as if Christmas had come early. "Wait just a minute, Mrs. Weasley. There's more!"

Hermione whirled around. "More?"

Blaise pulled a mini recorder from the breast pocket of his jacket and with a devilish grin, pressed the play button.

They heard a man with an Italian accent addressing Ron:

"Mr. Weasley, you will hand over the deed to your house, the 500,000 Galleons and the autographed picture of Harry Potter by midnight on the 4th or else."

"Or else what?" Ron asked, his voice a little shaky. "What if I refuse?"

They heard laughter in the background. "If you refuse, Mr. Weasley, we will kill your wife, your children, and then after you have seen it all happen, we will kill you!" The Italian man growled like a bull dog. "Do I make myself clear, Mr. Weasley?"

Now they distinctly heard Ron crying. "Yes! I'll give you whatever you want. Just don't kill me!"

Blaise turned it off with a loud click. "Interesting that he thought only of himself being killed. Never mentioned you or your children."

Everyone in the room was horrified. Ron just stood there, his mouth gaping. Suddenly he turned to Hermione and fell to her feet.

"Please Hermione! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do any of this. You have to forgive me, please!" He was latched onto her legs and bawling like a baby.

Draco was totally disgusted. "Why should she ever forgive you? This was low even for you, Weasley!"

Ron looked up and searched out Harry. Harry, his best friend in the whole world. If anyone could forgive him it was Harry! "You believe me right Harry? You know I didn't mean for it to go that far, don't you?" When Harry didn't see it his way, Ron snapped.

"How dare all of you sit in judgment on me? You have no idea what I've been through! None of YOU are pure and saintly or you wouldn't be here tonight!"

Harry shook his head. "I feel like I don't even know you, mate. I can't believe you would put your wife and children in danger just to bet on some stupid Quidditch match. I would never do anything like that." He looked at Ron in pity. "Now you've lost everything. She will never forgive you and neither will I."

Ginny was crying. "If you love someone, Ron, you never would do anything to hurt them." She wiped her tear streaked face with the back of her hand. "Harry would never do what you did. He would NEVER do anything to harm our marriage- our family. He loves us too much!"

Blaise cocked his eyebrow as if to say 'oh really?'.