The Family Jewels

Chapter 43
The Middle

Harry tried to ignore the bulge in his trousers, he really did. He knew that the other three had sex together, but he hadn’t expected to be treated to the live version. Listening to Malfoy beg Zabini to fuck him was just too much for the Boy-Who-Lived; he took his cock out and fisted it. They certainly seemed in it for the long haul, so he laid back on the couch, and pulled his trousers and boxers down to his knees. ‘The door is closed, how can I hear every whimper?’ he wondered. One hand eagerly pulling on his erection, the other hand rolling his balls in his palm, it wasn’t long before he convulsed in orgasm against his stomach.

He was tempted to stay lying there and enjoy how good he felt, but the noise was starting to die down, so he cleaned himself up and pulled up his clothes. Hermione peeked out the door a few minutes later and seemed oddly relieved that he was just sitting there.

“Have fun?” he asked her wickedly.

“Yeah, you?” she smirked back at him. But she took pity on him when he flushed darkly. “Draco cast a mini Sonorus so that you could listen to us. Sometimes there is a 7 year old mind inside that 17 year old body.”

“I know the feeling,” Harry said wryly. “I have shared a room with Ron for the last seven years.”

“I don’t know about that,” Blaise said, giving them a small smile, “Ron seems to be growing up just fine. He certainly has shown that he is the man for Pansy.”

“Pansy does seem pleased, doesn’t she, content even. Maybe he’s the one for her. Shouldn’t be a problem for either family, they are both Purebloods,” Malfoy said.

“Why would that bother the Weasleys?” Hermione asked, trying to remain calm.

“For all the talk I hear about the Weasley family not caring about blood, there have been only Pureblood matches for centuries.” Draco shrugged, “My Aunt Andromeda married a Muggle-born, but you won’t find that kind of a match in Weasley’s family.”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other in wonder, for Draco was perfectly correct. Bill Weasley was dating Fleur Delacour, and the twins had been involved with Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson since Hogwarts, all Purebloods.

“Maybe Ginny will be the first,” Harry said, rather aggressively.

Blaise put his hand on his shoulder, “I hope that’s true mate, you really seem to love her.”

“I wouldn’t worry, Potter, I would imagine that being the Boy-Who-Lived would make up for any impurity of your blood,” Draco said seriously.

That was the thing that was really making his head spin, they weren’t trying to be cruel, they were merely pointing out facts that were obvious to them. Harry’s head was swimming.

“Now that we have Hermione back, I think we should have a party,” Blaise announced.

“You always think we should have a party, Blaise,” Draco said, shaking his head.

“That’s because parties are always a good idea. I’ll take care of everything,” he said, his most innocent expression on his face.

Harry was looking at Draco as if seeing him for the first time, “I know I’m supposed to be your slave today, but I really need to go talk to Ginny.”

“Go Potter, the bet doesn’t seem that important anymore,” Draco dismissed with a smile. Harry just gave them all a distracted wave and left.

“Oh no,” Blaise said, “There will be no shirking of the terms of any bets.”

“If you’re talking to me love, I have no intention of shirking. I am looking forward to ending ours, perhaps with a little more privacy?” Hermione said with a blush.

“Draco, go ask your godfather if we can have a party next Saturday night,” Blaise said, his eyes never leaving Hermione’s face.

Draco smirked, “Never let it be said that I can’t take a hint. There is something rather important that Uncle Sev and I will want to talk to you about later. Probably Dumbledore and Potter, too.”

Hermione was looking concerned, “Tell us now, Draco. Don’t be cryptic, it’s not nice.”

“I believe that my best friend will kick my arse if I don’t leave now, love,” Draco said, kissing her cheek. “There is nothing that we can do in the next hour anyway.”

Hermione looked unconvinced, but she settled for a short hard hug before she let a smiling Blaise lead her back up to Draco’s room.

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Harry climbed into the common room of Gryffindor tower to find his girlfriend and her brother sitting on a couch near one end of the room. Ginny was asleep, leaning on her big brother’s shoulder. “Shhh. She really needs this,” Ron said softly to Harry.

Although he had spoken very quietly, the deep rumble of his voice under her ear had woken Ginny and she lifted her head. When she saw Harry, she threw herself on his lap, and asked, “Did you see Hermione? Is she all right? Can I go and see her now?”

Harry gave her an indulgent smile that did not reach to his eyes. Ron had become much more attuned to the people around him. “What’s happened? Is Hermione still in the Hospital wing?”

Harry shook his head. “She seems to be doing fine.” He lowered his voice, “Both her boyfriends have been taking care of her.”

Ron nodded sympathetically. “Needed a break, huh, mate?”

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you two. Ron, how are things going with Pansy?” Harry asked.

Ron was a bit surprised, since when was his love life so important that Harry left Hermione, just out of the Infirmary, to talk to him about it? “She’s great, everything is fine. Why? Has something happened to her as well?”

“No, I was thinking about the fact that she’s a Pureblood, and wondering if I am just tilting at windmills being in love with your sister.” Harry knew this would be a difficult discussion, but he wanted it out in the open.

Ginny pulled away from Harry a little to see if he was kidding about this Pureblood nonsense. “What are you on about Harry?” she asked.

“Well, you two are Purebloods, right? And your brothers are involved with Pureblood witches, aren’t they? I just wonder if I’m good enough for you, Gin,” he finished sadly.

“Harry, my brothers just happened to fall in love with Pureblood witches. I thought you knew our family better than that,” Ron snapped. “I happen to be falling in love with Pansy because, well, I don’t know why. Do I need a reason?” Ron asked, a little exasperated.

“So if I were to ask your father for Ginny’s hand, you think he might give it to me?” Harry asked, a little hesitantly.

Brother and sister shared a significant glance over that question. “Is there something you wish to ask me in private, Mister Potter?” Ginny asked.

Harry smiled slowly, “I think that day will come sooner than you expect. Please answer my question, though. Even though I’m only a Half-Blood, would I have permission?”

Ron realized that Harry was serious. “Yes, Harry, I can guarantee that if you walked into the Burrow and swore to love my sister till your dying day, you wouldn’t leave my house without her.”

Ginny gave Harry a soft kiss on the lips. “Are you ready to swear to love me till your dying day?”

“I already have, love. I just wanted to make sure that when you’re ready to become Mrs. Ginny Weasley-Potter, I wasn’t going to be thrown out on my arse.”

Ginny was the youngest of seven, she recognized when doubts had been planted in his mind. “What made you think that you weren’t going to be enough for my family?” she asked in a dangerous voice.

“Well Malfoy and Zabini pointed out that the Weasleys have been Purebloods for centuries and that the current generation seemed to be following tradition,” he answered weakly.

“Slytherins,” Ginny and Ron said together.

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A/N – Well, the kids are off, so I might have another chapter for you all later on. Thank you all for reading and reviewing.

Chickenofpink – I’m very fond of my Blaise, as well. LOL

Lyndie578 – Next chapter, I promise.