The Family Jewels

Chapter 57
So Damn Clever

Rita Skeeter adjusted the strap of her bag so that it was an even more formidable weapon against the other reporters clustered in the lobby of the Ministry. A special session of the Wizengamot had been called, on a weekend no less, to hear the case of Lucius Malfoy. Almost the entire inner circle of Death Eaters was now deceased and seeing the former head of the Malfoy family in shackles was a pleasure that she wanted to share with the Daily Prophet readers. Badly.

The court was having a closed session, but there was a sizable group waiting for comment and any photographs they could get. She had been unable to find the Boy-Who-Lived and his friends in St. Mungo’s or at Hogwarts following the destruction of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A source had informed her that Courtroom Ten was the current location of the Malfoy family, Professor Severus Snape, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and various members of the renegade group known as the Order of the Phoenix. She didn’t need to actually interview any of these people, she needed photographs. She could write the story as she saw fit.

There was a rush forward as the lift doors opened and Kingsley Shacklebolt strode out accompanying Lucius Malfoy and his solicitor. Rita made sure to push her photographer in front of her so that he could get a close-up of Lucius. Even in defeat, he wasn’t a cowering prisoner, his long platinum hair shone as if it had been brushed for an hour this morning and his formal black robes probably cost a month’s salary (hers, anyway). As she admired the set of his shoulders, she was startled by a young photographer who bumped her as he took a picture. His camera flared an odd purple light as the flash popped. Rita was surprised when he immediately turned to go; he wasn’t even going to wait to see what the outcome of the trial had been. ‘A man after my own heart,’ she thought a trifle cynically, as she took a moment to admire the set of his shoulders.

Shacklebolt stopped in front of a small podium as held his hands up for silence. “Lucius Malfoy has been convicted of engaging in terrorist activities in support of the now deceased Dark Lord Voldemort. Because of his 11th hour assistance to the Ministry in Voldemort’s defeat, he has received a suspended sentence and will be confined to one of his son’s estates for the duration of his lifetime. He has relinquished his title to his son and will not engage in communication with members of the public. That is all.”

“Mister Malfoy, do you care to comment?” was shouted at Lucius by several members of the press, including Rita herself.

Lucius turned to his solicitor, Adam Kantor, one of Octavian Flom’s associates. Mister Kantor shook his head and grasped Lucius’ arm to escort him from the Ministry building. Lucius grimaced and tried to wrench his arm out of Kantor’s grip. Kantor frowned at him and Lucius wordlessly shrugged as he reached his left hand to massage his right shoulder. The attention of the press was then caught by the appearance of the new Lord Malfoy, his mother and Severus Snape.

“Draco, Draco, there are reports that you were instrumental in helping Harry Potter to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.” Isla Franklin, Witch Weekly’s news reporter, managed to make her voice carry over all the other shouting reporters.

Draco looked back to Octavian Flom to see if he should speak to the press. Flom gave him a small smile and tucked a piece of parchment into his hand. “Lord Draco Malfoy will give a short statement. He will not take questions at this time,” Flom stated calmly.

Draco raked a hand through his hair, betraying his nervousness to those who knew him. He looked at the crowd in front of him, and found that his father had paused on the outside of the group, waiting to hear him speak. Draco straightened up and looked down at the words in front of him.

“It is my hope that the wizarding world will now be a place of peace and prosperity. I believe that my commitment to this goal will be apparent through my actions. I apologize to all who have been hurt by members of my family. Although I have reached the age of majority, I am still a student at Hogwarts. Please respect my need for privacy in pursuit of my studies and to rebuild my life. Thank you.”

Draco put a protective arm around his mother and began to walk in the direction of the doors. Snape and Dumbledore followed, both declining to speak to the press. The reporters ran for the door in order to make deadline for the evening edition. Rita hoped that her story would be important enough to warrant a special edition of the Prophet. Oddly enough, one photographer did not join their sprint. He calmly put his camera and his press credential into a bag and joined the people exiting the Ministry. Once outside, he Apparated to a house in London to report to his father.

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Harry woke up pressed against Ginny’s back, his morning erection immediately apparent. She was still wearing her clothes from the night before and, even in sleep, he could see that a faint frown brought her brows together slightly. He pressed his thumbs into the small of her back, massaging gently. He knew she loved to have her back rubbed, and that his day would be greatly improved if she was in a good mood.

“Mmm, Harry,” she sighed as she rolled over onto her stomach, giving him more surface area to work on. Harry gave her a half smile that she didn’t even see, then straddled her bum to massage her back more firmly. If he managed to rub his erection against her, he didn’t hear her complaining. It was only when he leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck that he got a more coherent response.

“Harry! You’re scratching me. Merlin only knows what you’d be like if you were a werewolf,” Ginny screeched at him indignantly. Harry was one of those men who would sport a full beard after he skipped shaving for four days.

“Someone’s touchy this morning,” Harry teased back, rubbing his chin against her jaw. She tried to hide her face in the pillow, but he started tickling her. Ginny jumped up and began to back away, her hands out in front of her to ward him off.

“I’ll shave if you start the water in the shower,” he bargained. Ginny narrowed her eyes at him. “Merlin’s honor,” he vowed, calling a full truce on the skirmish.

“All right then, Potter, but that was an unprovoked attack after I slaved to get you back here last night,” Ginny said, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Me? What about you, getting me all heated up and then falling asleep on me? Things like that are not good for my masculine ego, I’ll have you know. I think I need a bit of stroking this morning.” Harry smiled at her reflection in the mirror and caught the mischievous look she shot him.

“Stroking, is it now?” Ginny practically purred at him. She had the water on and her clothes off as she came over to where he was now shaving in front of the bathroom sink. She slid her arms around his waist, rubbing her breasts against his naked back, one hand sliding into the slit of his boxers to take his cock out. Harry leaned back against her as her hand slid down further to caress his bollocks. Harry’s chest was firm and muscled, his arms rippled as he held her to his back. Ginny’s skin was fair and freckled, Harry was darker and his legs and chest were covered with soft, dark hair.

Harry splashed water on his face to remove the residue of his shaving cream, then slid his boxers down. Her hand was still caught in his pants, though, and he walked to the shower as she threw them in the corner. He opened the door to the glass walled cubicle and steam rolled out into the bathroom. Ginny took the hand he extended out to her and they stepped into the stinging spray of hot water.

They did not usually have the luxury of sleeping in the same bed all night or of showering together the next morning. Ginny had never been with anyone besides Harry, what she knew of sex in the first person was only what he had taught her. However, she was also Fred and George Weasley’s little sister. She had discovered their cache of wizarding porn long ago. The pictures were descriptive enough, they showed two or even three people moving together, but seeing was not the same as doing it herself.

She and Harry made fairly quick work of washing their own hair, but when she took the soap from him, she thought that making love in the shower for the first time would be exciting. She washed him thoroughly and he was just passive, letting her touch him however she wished. She captured his lips with hers, surprised when he allowed her to control the kiss. Her soapy hand slid up and down his erection while he groaned into her mouth. Ginny’s mouth closed on his nipple and she chewed on it unrelentingly. His nipples were very sensitive and he had confessed that he loved it when she was a bit brutal. She balanced one hand on his hip while she slid one small, soapy finger into his arsehole. Ginny liked it when Harry would sometimes slide a finger into her anus when he was licking her clit. She was unprepared when Harry unexpectedly came on her chest. And disappointed. She had plans for that erection, and they didn’t include spilling down the drain after 3 seconds.

“Oh,” Ginny said with a confused look. Harry finally managed to open his eyes and smile down at her. “I guess you liked that?” she asked him.

“Um, yeah,” Harry laughed a little. “Where did you learn to do that?” he asked.

“Well, Fred and George have this porn collection…” she began.

Harry held up a hand. “Say no more.”

Ginny continued, “…and I was looking for your prostate, but it’s supposed to be hard to find.”

“I would say you found it,” Harry said. He tilted his head to the side and asked, “Gin, what’s wrong? I couldn’t really control that, it felt great.”

“Well, I’m glad, but now you’ve, um, already come, and I, uh, haven’t.” Ginny said it, but she wasn’t looking at him.

“That is the beauty of being 17 love, I’ll be ready again by the time we get dried off. That was just my morning stiffy, it doesn’t really last long,” Harry told her as he got out of the shower and grabbed towels off the rack.

Ginny was still looking at him a bit skeptically, but she noticed that his cock was starting to fill with blood again when she leaned over to dry her toes. “Are you looking at my bum, Harry?” she asked.

His face was surprisingly serious when he told her, “I’d like to touch it too.”

She glanced at the clock. “Let’s hurry, then. The last thing we need is for my mum to come looking for Pansy or something.”

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Neville Longbottom sat in one of the windows of the astronomy tower and read the article in the Daily Prophet again. There was a full report on the destruction of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his closest Death Eaters. Bellatrix Lestrange was dead. It was his fondest wish, and now it was here. Well, not his fondest, that was his parents regaining themselves. But that insane bitch was finally dead. Four of the other boys in his year had gone into Malfoy Manor, practically alone, and killed the Dark Lord. Ron and Harry had gone, and they hadn’t taken him with them. He thought that he’d proven himself to them in Fifth Year at the Ministry.

Professor Severus Snape had killed her. Would people expect him to be grateful to that miserable, greasy bastard? Yes, Neville used words like that in his own mind; he just didn’t need to say them out loud. Poor little Neville was too busy with his fucking plants to come along and kill the cunt who tortured his parents, he thought to himself mockingly. He knew this was about what was best for the wizarding world, that he was just one person who had been hurt by Voldemort’s Death Eaters. It sure as hell felt like it was about him, though.

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A/N – Hello there. I’m not sure if any of my old readers are still with me, but I hope a few of you manage to find this again. I hope all the people I have beta’d for come by and see all the mistakes I make. It’s much harder when you hear it in your own head instead of actually reading it off the page.
I thought it would be nice if Harry and Ginny finally got some.

Laurachan – Thank you. Your expertise is much appreciated.