Controlling Corruption

After a night of fitful sleep, and being woken at six AM by the rambunctious toddler jumping into her bed, Hermione yawned, trying her best to focus on the reports in her case during breakfast. Ginny did her best to talk her out of visiting Malfoy Manor alone. She nearly yelled at her about the irresponsibility of it, even while trying to keep Harry unaware of the growing Malfoy problem.

            “You can’t go by yourself, ‘Mione, his grandfather kidnapped someone!” Ginny spooned scrambled eggs into Lily’s mouth while James sat next to her pretending to study a blank piece of parchment like she was.

            “If you’re there with me, I can guarantee he won’t answer anything, Gin,” Hermione spooned some eggs into her mouth, watching as James mimicked her every movement, “Hopefully, if I get there this morning, he’s unprepared, and I can get the answers I need and be back by noon to finish out the cases I can and send them into the office,”

            Ginny rolled her eyes at her, Kingsley sent her a note yesterday telling her to take the rest of the week off and work from home until Dawlish is in custody. Harry went and got Crooks from her apartment yesterday, who was currently hiding from the children, but came out to eat this morning.

            “Fine,” She spooned another bite to Lily, “But if you’re not back by eleven, I’m raiding Malfoy Manor at twelve, Harry should be back from practice by then, and you’re taking the rest of the day off to tell me about it,”

            Hermione groaned, glancing at the time, “If I’m not back by twelve, you can hex whomever you want, and I will tell you all about it while I write the report,” She conceded rushing to finish her breakfast, kissing the babies on their respective heads before grabbing her coat to run out the door.

            Ignoring the runner stretching at the bench across the street, Hermione made her way down the road before glancing around to make sure she was out of sight and with a deep breath, apparated to the one place she never wanted to see.

            Draco finished breakfast quickly, while a dragon egg supplier was found, he was now running out of mermaid scales, and finding a new supplier for those would be more difficult, on top of it all, he had to take time out of his day to collect a debt that someone decided to default on. Draco was taking a cup of tea into the office with him to start the day when the horrible muggle cellular device rang, startling him into spilling his tea down his shirt.

            “Mr. Malfoy, Granger just left the Grimmauld Place residence, apparating to an unknown location, currently unable to follow, but we sent a team out to her most frequented places to catch her,” Maximus on the other line informed him, his new team was trained and efficient, but anger still rioted through him at not knowing her whereabouts for even a small amount of time.

            “Thank you, please report back as soon as you find her,” he did his best to keep the impatience out of his voice, waving his wand in a cleansing charm for the silk material of his button-up.

            “Of course, Sir,” Draco went to hang up the phone and the wards of the house echoed around him as someone made their way to the front door, “Hold on, one second,”

            A knock rang out on his office door as he rose from his seat, “Come in,” Hermione walked into the room, face tense like she was prepared to do battle, a crack of apparition sounding as Moppy disappeared behind her.

            He held up a finger to her, confusion crossing her face as he picked up the phone again, “Cancel the search, and converge at Malfoy Manor. Await further instructions,” after quickly hanging up a smug smile crossed his face, “What can I help you with, love?”

            Hermione scowled at the arrogant blond standing in front of her, she should have figured out that the muggle runner was security watching for her.

            He sat, gesturing to the chair across from his desk for her to sit down.

            Carefully sitting, she pulled a file from her pocket and her trusty ball-point, trying her best to ignore the tattoos gracing his fingers as he played with the pen between his fingertips, “Where were you Monday night?”

            His smirk grew, “I think you know where I was Monday night, Granger,” his arrogant chuckle and the flip of his hair nearly threw her as she remembered running her hands through his shorn sides as his tongue played with her clit, “Is this for anything official?”

            She tore her distracted gaze from his fingers as he stood, walking around his desk to prop himself on the edge of it in front of her, entirely too close for her pulse to relax to its normal rhythm, “Yes, it is, and before we were together, where were you?” Hermione did her best to fake her disinterest, the waist of his black suit pants directly in front of her face.

            His eyebrows drew together, his smile falling, “What investigation would this be apart of exactly? It’s well known I don’t work for the ministry, nor have any ties with it since donating the Black and Malfoy ancestral Wizengamot votes to my Aunt and cousin’s child,” His fingers began working to unbutton his cuffs, dropping the links onto his desk while he carefully rolled them up his arms.

            Damn him, he had to know the effect on her as her mouth watered seeing his revealed tattoos, “I-I can’t part with details regarding the investigation,” She trained her eyes on his, doing her best to focus on his face, his mout—shit this was not helping, “It’s not you we’re investigating Mr. Malfoy, but someone you have ties with,” her voice sounded strained even to her.

            His eyes narrowed at her, “Very well, I went to a muggle pub in Scotland for a drink, alone,”

            Hermione frowned up at him, memories of exactly where he had been Monday night infiltrating her thoughts once again “Right, well someone was seen drinking with our target, blond-white hair, approximately two hundred cm in height, black robes, sound like anyone you might know?” She did her best to match his flippant attitude, her eyebrow arching in her pointed look.

            Something flashed on his face, as quickly as she saw it, it was gone, “I wouldn’t know,”

            Hermione scribbled her notes, “Would you be Ok with me taking a look around?”

            “Of course,” She could hear his smile, looking back up at him, “After all, my fiancee is always welcome to inspect her new home,” The atrocious ferret’s smug smile was back as he stepped forward, gently running his hands through her hair while he leaned down to kiss her head.

            Hermione’s thoughts went out the window, feeling his hands on her, breath coming in short pants.

            “Of course, there is the matter of the betrothal contract to finish,” He whispered into her ear.

            His words shocked her out of her stupor, rocketing up and away from his hands to move across the room. Malfoy walked around his desk to pull a piece of parchment out of the drawer of his desk, chuckling at her reaction. “I hope you don’t mind, there were a few additional clauses added since we last spoke,”

            Hermione closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Malfoy, I am here on an official basis, and trying to blackmail me into signing your absurd betrothal contract is not helping to lessen the scrutiny of you or your activities,”

            He sat back into the chair like it was a throne, “Well, on an official basis, I unfortunately can not offer tours of the Manor until the future Mrs.Malfoy has approved,” the shit-eating grin he gave her from behind his desk backed her into a corner. Damned if she did, Damned if she didn’t. Every good sense in her head reminded her to keep her distance, keep his hands off her, but a single glance at his victorious grin overrode her reasonable thoughts. Two could play this game.

            She dropped the file and her pen on the dry bar across the room, slowly making her way over to him. His jaw nearly dropped open as she perched herself on his desk. His hands wrapped around her knees, pulling her in closer. She let him pull her over him as she leaned in closer to him, skating her hands up his arms until her fingers toyed with the button at his neck. “So, if I sign the contract, you’ll allow me to search the Manor?”

            Malfoy’s eyes widened and the heady rush filled her veins as she realized her affect on him was as strong as his on her, “You can do whatever you wish as the elves pack your flat,” his words left in a breathless whisper.

            Hermione almost forgot what she was trying to do as she leaned into his neck willingly submerging herself in the spices of his scent, kissing and tasting her way up his neck until her lips sucked his ear lobe into her mouth. She felt him shudder underneath her, “I guess I’ll just have to go get an order from the Wizengamot, do you know if it’s hard to get a search order on an ex-deatheater?”

            Malfoy’s hand came out of nowhere to wrap around her throat, controlling her movements entirely and pushing her back until his face was in hers. His face was contorted with anger, “You’re threatening me?” his growled words sent shivers down her back.

            One taste of him and she could barely think. Her mouth opened, but no sound left it.

            His eyes narrowed, “You’re out of your depth, little witch,” his growled words through against her chest, having an immediate effect as she felt her panties dampen, she was so fucked.

            Draco nearly threw her off him, grabbing her hips to spin her until she faced his desk, pushing her down on top of it, keeping her there with his hand on the back of her neck, “Now, love, you’re going to sit there and take your punishment like a good little witch, then you’re going to either sign the contract and take a nap, or you’ll be escorted back to hide at the she-weasel’s house until you’re ready to sign it,” his voice echoed throughout her brain as he leaned over her, his hand slowly but surely worming her skirt up her thighs until her arse was bare, pussy covered by the smallest slip of lace she owned.

            He groaned behind her, his fingertips skimming over the lace, “Fuck, you’re already wet,” he hooked under her thong, letting it snap against her skin, “I would kill to see you bent over, dripping my cum onto my desk every damn day,” she whimpered at his words, unconsciously pushing herself back at him, needing to be filled.

            Draco tsked, stroking strong hands down her cheeks, “Too bad that’s not going to be this time,” his hand descended on her ass, the resounding smack burning through her, startling a cry from her throat.

            Hermione struggled, trying to sit up before his hand returned to the back of her neck, holding her in place as Malfoy spanked her arse over and over. Her skin burned, every time his hand descended making it worse, alternating between both cheeks until he slammed his hand into the sensitive spot between her cheeks and thighs, once, twice, more times than she could count. Her arse was on fire, her cheeks burned with embarrassment at her failed attempt at manipulation.

            His hand was firm as he held down over his desk, his words whispering over her ears as his hands descended onto her burning arse over and over. She struggled underneath him crying with every smack until the tears finally broke through.

            Then it stopped. Tears flowed freely down her face while Draco’s hand stroked down her cheeks, using his whispered words and soft touches to calm her, “Good girl, you took that so well,” He lifted her off the desk, cradling her on his lap and pulling her head down to his chest while he combed his fingers through her hair.

            Hermione sniffled into his neck, pushing her face deeper into his scent, letting him soothe her while her arse burned “Aww, love,” Draco pulled her back from him, letting him see her tear-streaked cheeks while wiping them clean, “You did so good, my love, why were you punished?”

            She whimpered, closing her eyes, trying to get away from his scrutiny.

            He wiped the new tears from her eyes, “No, love, open your eyes and tell me,” he gently demanded.

            Peeling her eyes open, she looked at him, his face stern but the anger was gone, “Hermione,” Draco’s warning didn’t need any other words.

            “B-because I warn—“

            His eyes narrowed, delivering a slight slap to the side of her thigh.

            “I threatened to get a search order,” she hiccuped.

            Draco nodded, “Yes, love, you don’t threaten me to get what you want,” He said decisively, “I’ll give you anything you want and need, but you do not act like a brat to get it, understood?”

            Her head nodded quickly, chest filling with an unexplainable warmth as she allowed him to take care of her.

            “Good girl,” He let her shift back into his chest, quietly sniffling as he continued to stroke her hair, just holding her until she was feeling better. Her mind was dazed and she just let herself drift on his chest.

            They must’ve sat there for hours, the rustling of papers let her know he must’ve gone back to work, doing ... whatever it was he did. Hermione’s eyes snapped open, pulling her out of the haze she was in, her entire body froze.

            She had to be a sight right now, her hair felt like a bird’s nest, her eyes were swollen, tears dried on her cheeks with her skirt hiked to her waist, but she was calm and warm. Hermione watched Malfoy’s tattooed hand calmly stroke her now tense thigh. With great effort, she pulled herself back from him, trying to stand and right herself.

            Draco’s hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly on his lap, “Feeling better?” a chuckle sounded in his throat.

            Hermione turned away from him, rubbing away the tear tracks, he grabbed her hands taking them away from her face, “No, love, you don’t get to be embarrassed around me,” gently kissing her fingers, “Do you want to stay for a while longer?”

            She shook her head, “No, Ginny’s going to be worried, I-I need to be getting back,” her throat was raw and her voice was rough. She was loathing leaving his warmth, but she couldn't allow her desires to overrun all of her rational thoughts.

            He nodded like he was disappointed. Looking at her with a small smile, he helped her up, gently pushing down her skirt after placing a small kiss on the side of her hip. Folding up a paper, he tucked it into her pocket taking her hand to guide her to the floo in the hall before dragging her back to him, “I’m happy you came, love, I’ll see you soon,”

            She was still dazed as his lips descended on hers, devouring her soul in its entirety. He left her breathless before turning her and nudging her towards the floo.

            Hermione’s unexpected interruption had been welcome, even if distracting. Keeping her in his arms felt right, like that’s where she was supposed to be. Every bone in his body screamed as he nudged her towards to floo, his gut screaming to just keep her there, safe, satisfied.

            Draco watched her confused face, engulfed by flames in the floo, quickly disappear. Now gone, Draco palmed his hard length through his trousers. Seeing her arse on display while he engraved it with his palm prints was an image that would haunt him until he had her under him again, open wide and his for the taking.

            He couldn’t even be angry with her, she was willing to break down as many boundaries as it took until she had uncovered whatever plot was at play.

            Sighing he turned back to his office, formerly his father’s, now rennovated to the extreme. The reports on his desk outlining the dark curses that had been removed and cleansings done to the Manor were rumpled and balled where Hermione had clenched her hands against the onslaught of her arse, her sweet smell still lingering on the sheets. Fuck, he wasn’t finishing anything ever again once he had her living at the manor.

            The manor itself was at least generally finished, the curse breakers had performed the needed breaking, twice over, per Draco’s demands, and the dining room renovations were being finished. The only thing left to finish was the sitting room.

            His head spun at the possibilities of the room pulled apart to the bones, after burning it, curse breaking twice, the room echoed with warmth and coziness through the scorched exterior, and the sun finally managed to break past the windows again, as though the darkness that had taken place there had blocked it all out.

            Rubbing his temples, he knew the house was an issue for a different day, Goyle called him on one of the burners over breakfast letting him know the time for one of his borrowers was up, and now he needed to contact Pucey to make sure he blocked any order from the Wizengamot to search the Manor.

            He’d told the truth when he’d said that the Malfoy and Black seats in the Wizengamot had been donated, but he’d failed to mention the fact that half the Wizengamot owed him money. Any search order proposed would be easy enough to get buried, but that required paperwork, and he wasn’t going to do it.

            Gathering the needed information, Draco jumped into the floo, Pucey wasn’t even surprised to see him show up in the extravagant office. He’d paid Pucey for his exclusive work as a solicitor ever since his work began in France, any run-ins with Aurors over there had been quickly ended with his help.

            “Drake, what can I help with?” Adrien’s hands quickly discarding whatever he’d been fidgeting with.

            He jerked his chin at him before taking a seat in the chair across from his desk, “I need you to write some of the Wizengamot board chairs,” He threw the file onto Adrien’s desk, “I had a visit with Granger,”

            Pucey nodded, “And what’s this about?”

            “She’s threatening to get a search order,” he deadpanned.

            “Shit, that’s not good, this is everyone who you currently have a hold over?” his gaze combed through the file.

            Draco’s eyebrow went up as he watched his old schoolmate, “Yes, will that be an issue?”

            Adrien released a breath, shrugging his shoulders, “Might be a close call, but the Wizengamot generally hates calling in search orders for any pureblooded estate, could go either way without your involvement,”

            He nodded, propping his ankle on his knee, “Sean Hemsley should be willing to argue for dispelling a search order, his debt is coming due next week, let him know if he argues against it I’ll give him another month’s extension,”

            Adrien’s brows went up, “How much does he owe?”

            “Last I checked, he blew about fifty thousand on high-end hookers and another fifteen setting up his mistress with a private flat,” he shook his head, “combine that with the Seventy-five he owes me and the fact that his potion’s shop turns out about ten knuts a week, I can wait another few weeks to collect on the favors he owes me,”

            His friend laughed, “Man’s a sex addict for sure,”

            Draco grinned, “It’s all to my favor, once he’s defaulted entirely, I have some legislation I need to push through,”

            “The corruption department legislation?” Pucey’s face looked shocked, “I thought you’d given up on that one?”

            “Nah, Granger’s getting too close for comfort now,”

            Pucey nearly howled with laughter,“I thought that was where you wanted her?”

            He rolled his eyes, “I mean with her case file on Dawlish, she’s going to end up getting hurt,”

            Adrien’s laughing stopped, “Shit, that’s true, Dawlish had his fingers in too many pies to count,”

            “Exactly, hopefully, I can get her to quit before I have Hemsley order her termination, but I’m not counting on it,”

            “Another month though, Drake?” Adrien shook his head, “She’ll be in it up to her eyes by that point,”

            “It’s a risk I have to take, I’m just hoping I don’t have to follow after my grandfather with his courting techniques,”

            Adrien laughed again, “It’s always a good plan B,”

            Draco ran a hand down his face, “It’s plan B that I’m worried about, she already hates me, there’s only so far I can go before she cuts her losses and runs,”

            “Well, if she’s pregnant we can always do a locator spell,” Pucey’s smile grew wider.

            Draco pinned him with a glare, “I see Theo has been running his mouth when he shouldn’t be,”

            Adrienne pulled a bottle of firewhiskey out of his drawer, “C’mon Drake, this is a time for celebrating, from what I hear Crabbe and Goyle are close too,”

            He chuckled, “Those perverts haven’t gotten Romilda pregnant, yet?” happily accepting the tumbler.

            “Nah, from what I heard she’s gotten a bit scared, really,”

            Draco frowned, “What do you mean?”

            He leaned in closer, “They caught her taking a contraceptive potion for the month,”

            Draco chuckled, “So, second thoughts?”

            “I heard her mother is a terror, so she was begging them to put it off another month or two to avoid having the baby’s birthday clash with her mother’s,”

            “Good lord, I hope I don’t have to deal with in-laws as much as they do,” they clinked their glasses for luck.

            “Hear, hear,” Adrien smiled, “If I had to deal with my mother-in-law half the amount they did, we’d be talking in the insanity ward of St. Mungo’s by now,”

            Draco nodded, where were her parents? He’d tried looking up the muggles around London, but hadn’t had any luck. He currently had bigger mermaids to fry, any searching for her parents could wait until she was safely with him on a permanent basis.

            “Anyway, I’ll jump on these Board members today and we’ll be ahead of whatever order Granger tries to push through,” He distracted Draco from his musings.

            Nodding, he drained his glass, “Good, I’ve got a collection to see through with Goyle,”

            Hermione took a deep breath walking out of the floo. It felt like her entire world was spinning. The sitting room was blissfully empty and she could hear Lily crying upstairs while Ginny sang to her.

            She gingerly sat on the couch, just trying to understand what situation she had just walked away from. Her entire body burned with arousal and she could feel it dripping between her thighs as her bum burned where Malfoy’s smacks had landed. One second she was threatening to get a search order from the Wizengamot, the next she was over his desk getting her arse thrashed.

            He was arrogant, brash, a complete and utter prat, dangerous, absurd and so fucking hot she might melt.

            Hermione shook her head, trying to dispel the invasive thought. The controlling bastard thought he could spank her like a petulant child to get her to do what he wanted, he also could just hold her until she was convinced. Her eyes widened at the realization as she could still feel his fingers stroking her over her panties, her cunt clenched at the memory. Listening for the baby, she could still hear her crying along with Ginny’s more desperate singing, whispering a quiet silencing charm on her feet, she snuck upstairs to her room, slowly moving the door with a prayer to Merlin that wasn’t answered.

            The door creaked loudly, “ ‘Mione, is that you?”

            She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the ache building, she sighed, “Yes, its me,”

            Lily’s crying finally subsided a bit, “Thank Merlin, Harry isn’t home yet, I was about to send the Aurors to Malfoy Manor,”

            Hermione threw her head back, giving another sigh to the ceiling before opening up her door all the way and walking to the nursery, “Yes, well, it wasn’t terribly productive,”

            Ginny was bouncing Lily now, “I don’t care if it was productive, you came back and that’s what matters,” as the baby finally calmed down she placed her in the cradle.

            “He said he was in a Scottish pub, the same night a  white-blond ‘unknown’ was spotted with Dawlish,”

            Ginny cooed at the baby, while Hermione walked over, gently running her finger over Lily’s soft cheek. The sweet baby’s eyes finally closed, like she needed to be surrounded by people in order to do so, “I don’t even care, right now,” Ginny whispered, her eyes watching her daughter, “She’s been fussy all morning since you left, I’ve been trying to put her down for the last hour,”

            Hermione laughed lightly as baby Lily grabbed for her finger in her sleep, “I definitely can’t compare to a crying baby,” Her heart nearly broke as she gently wiggled her way out of Lily’s sleeping hold, longing to just stay and watch her taking hold.

            Ginny quietly cast a spell to monitor the baby and Kreacher came in to sit with her while she slept, quietly closing the door behind them with a murmured insult. Rolling her eyes Ginny took her hand, dragging more than leading her down to the kitchen.

            Hermione nearly collapsed in one of the chairs around the table, and her raging libido finally calmed.

            “So, he didn’t tell you anything useful?” Ginny puttered around, putting the kettle on to boil.

            “No,” She sighed, “He said if I signed the Courting agreement, then we would technically be betrothed and I could search the house, though,”

            Ginny nearly dropped the mug she was pouring into, eyes meeting Hermione’s, “Please tell me you didn’t,”

            She scoffed, “Of course not, I tried to threaten him with getting a search order from the Wizengamot,”

            Ginny set the mug down in front of her, “That’s a good idea, you should do it,”

            “I-I don’t know,” she stuttered, her face turned red.

            She frowned at Hermione, “Why not?”

            “Uh,” She stuttered thinking up a believable answer, “I just don’t know if it will do any good,”

            Her eyes narrowed and Hermione squirmed under the young mother’s glare, “H-He may have convinced me not to,”

            The glare didn’t lift, “And how did he convince you of that?”

            Hermione froze.

            “Merlin, Hermione, did he threaten you?”

            “N-No, not exactly,”

            Ginny’s brow arched, “So what did he do?”

            “H-he--,” How did she explain this without sounding insane, Oh he spanked me like a child, then held me until I was done crying – and by the way, I liked it so much I was ready to be fucked over his desk, she shook her head trying to collect her thoughts, “He reprimanded me,” her words were slow, trying to sound out the most reasonable explanation, “—for threatening him,” she added quickly.

            Ginny’s mouth fell open, “Reprimanded?”

            She nodded, doubling down on her word choice, “Reprimanded,”

            Her exasperated friend set her head on the table, “ ‘Mione, I love you, but what the fuck did he do??”

            She took a deep breath, “HespankedmeuntilIcried,” the words rushed out of her mouth before she let herself stop to think about them.

            Ginny’s head sprung up from the table, “What?!”

            She bit her lip nodding.

            “H-he spanked you,” her voice lowered to nearly a whisper.

            “I-it wasn’t what you’re thinking,”

            “That’s fairly straightforward, Hermione, how is it not ‘what I’m thinking’?” Ginny whisper-yelled.

            “It wasn’t –It wasn’t like--,”

            “Like what?”

            “It was --,” She cut herself off and Ginny’s eyes widened.

            “Oh Merlin, you were turned on by it,”

            Hermione didn’t know what to say.

            “You were!” Ginny dropped her head back to the table, “That’s why you were being so sneaky coming upstairs!”

            “Ginny! It’s not that bad, plenty of women --,”

            The redhead sprang up to fix her with another glare, “Plenty of women what?” Hermione just blushed looking back at her, “—Get turned on by being spanked by a complete prat and their childhood bully?”

            “Ouch, that’s fair,” she held up her hands like she was trying to stave off an attack.

            “Hermione!”

            “It’s not like I’m going to act on it,” Other than creaming herself at the thought of him holding her down and pounding her until she screamed.

            Ginny let her head drop again, “What am I going to do with you?”

            Hermione rubbed her back, “I’m not going anywhere, Gin,”

            “Unless he kidnaps and seduces you into marrying him,” she cried from beneath her arms.

            She wrapped her arms around her, “That’s not happening, Ginny, if he wanted to kidnap me, he would have already done so,”

            Ginny froze beneath her, “What do you mean?”

            Reasonably, how much worse could it get?

            “He has someone stationed to watch me,” she admitted with a sigh, “And he nearly confronted me leaving the ministry yesterday,”

            Ginny didn’t even seem surprised anymore, “Is there anything else?” her voice echoed out from the table under her face.

            She paused, thinking.

            “Hermione!”

            “No, no, I think you’re all caught up,”

            Ginny sighed, tipping her head to look over her shoulder as Hermione smiled sheepishly.

            “I swear .. I think,”

            She rolled her eyes at Hermione, “You can’t go near him anymore, at least not without others around,”

            “No more, I’ve spoken to him like I needed to, now I intend to keep my distance,”

            Ginny eyed her suspiciously, “I mean it, Hermione,”

            “I swear it,”

            Finally satisfied, Ginny reached for her tea, “And you’re not going to get a search order?”

            Hermione hesitated, was it really a threat? “I’m not sure we’ll even be able to find anything,” She said disappointedly, “He seems like he’d be prepared,”

            Ginny sipped her tea, deep in thought, “You should do it anyway, even if it’s just to inconvenience him,”

            She shrugged at her mischievious grin, “Maybe,”

            Ginny looked into her cup, “So, you liked it?”

            Hermione’s eyes nearly glazed over, thinking of his hands on her again, she was sure there were still handprints, squeezing her thighs together, “It was..” her voice trailed off, “So, incredibly, arousing,”

            Ginny looked at her, “I mean, I’ve heard, it can be,” she whispered, “I mean—I’ve never, but when Harry tied—“

            Hermione covered her ears, “Ginny, Eww, he’s like my brother!”

            “Oh, don’t give me that, you’ve told me all about the sexcapades you had with my actual brother, or lack thereof,” Ginny giggled, “I don’t care though, you should still get the search order, make Malfoy remember Azkaban a little,”

            Hermione sobered, “I’m going to have to,” she sighed, “I just wish I hadn’t essentially warned him,”

            “Yeah, that’s unfortunate, maybe he doesn’t have anything to do with Dawlish though,” she shrugged.

            She shook her head, “I just feel like I stumbled on something worse than Dawlish,” she took a sip, relishing the warmth from the tea, “I think your husband and his misadventures must’ve rubbed off on me too much,”

            Ginny laughed, “He’s your best friend,”

            Draco didn’t even bother to look as he strolled into the cottage outside London. Impatient to get home and hear a status report on his witch, he wanted to finish this. Fisher Baldock had had more than enough chances to repay him, now it was time to call in the debt.

            Goyle stood by the kitchen counter inside, eating an apple from the counter, while Baldock had been tied to one of the kitchen chairs, shaking with fear while blood leaked from between his lips. Ugh, he appeared to have soiled himself as well, coward.

            Draco nodded to Goyle, hooking one of the chairs with his foot before sitting in front of the wily bastard.

            “Baldock, long time,” pulling out a cigarette, he lit it before taking a long drag.

            “M-Mr.Malfoy,” the man shook out.

            “So, I’m assuming you understand, but for merrit’s sake, we’re here because you owe me a debt,” he sat back in the chair, pulling out a thin file pulled from the Malfoy vault.

            Baldock nodded.

            Malfoy handed the lit cigarette to Goyle before lighting another, “So we loaned you, fifteen thousand galleons on the premise it would be returned with fifteen percent interest,” he looked at Baldock, “Quite generous, if I do say so myself. What was that for again?”

            Baldock stayed silent, stock still and wide-eyed staring at him, “It was for—“ Goyle spoke up before Draco put up his finger to stop him, his anger abruptly stopping.

            “I want to hear him say it, what was it for Baldock?” his voice was even, but he seethed with quiet rage.

            “I-It was for my daughter’s surgery,” his voice stuttered over the words.

            “Mmhmm, And your daughter is?”

            “She didn’t survive,” He looked guiltily towards his feet.

            “Right, and see here, says the surgery never happened,” He pointed at the page, “Wouldn’t you say that’s odd, Goyle?”

            “Absolutely it is,” Goyle voiced behind him.

            “And strangest thing too,” He peeked Goyle seething over his shoulder before turning back to Baldock, “We met up with your wife the other day, now ex-wife, I suppose, who let us know that your daughter is alive and well, and every knut of that fifteen thousand went straight into your head in the form of Baruffio’s,”

            He gaped at Draco like a fish.

            “See, Fisher, she told us everything, including how after you’d had a few vials, you liked to get a little handsy with her, too handsy in fact. Assaulted her really, wouldn’t you say, Goyle?”

            Goyle looked too angry for words, just nodding from his spot on the counter.

            “See, Fisher, we gave you that loan because we thought you were an upstanding wizard just needing a little help in life, not so we could watch you screw over the woman who loved you, bore a child for you,” He snapped the file shut, pocketing it again, “And that’s something many men would kill for, isn’t that right, Goyle?”

            Baldock’s eyes turned to the angry giant behind him, “That’s right, Malfoy,”

            “And you still have the bollocks to lie to us?”

            Goyle nearly growled over his shoulder.

            He sighed “What was his collateral?”

            “The insurance on his house,” Goyle cracked his knuckles.

            Draco sighed, “Pity, a rapist like you doesn’t deserve to live,”

            Baldock had tears running down his face, “Pl-please, I swear, I didn’t mean to!”

            He ran a hand down his face, looking over his shoulder “Goyle, are there charges pending?” he gave a quick nod, “Make sure they have the evidence they need, I don’t want him leaving Azkaban,”

            “I swear it wasn’t my fault! The Baruffio’s just takes over, I get all my work done and it’s like my brain still needed to keep going!”

            Baruffio’s Brain elixir was a disgusting potion, the substance was made to enhance the brain waves of the users, with the unfortunate side effect of slowing causing brain melt the more it was used until the only thoughts they would have would be while on the potion. Based on Baldock’s current intelligence, the brainmelt had taken hold and he was nearing the point of a vegitative state.

            Goyle shot a glare in his direction before Draco shut it down with one of his own.

            He got up, walking around to rest his hands on the chair, “Now, you’re going to turn yourself into the Aurors and confess to raping your wife and Goyle here is going to burn down your house, understood?”

            The pitiful wizard sobbed into the ropes holding him up.

            “Understood?”

            Baldock nodded quickly, affirming the statement.

            “Good, if you don’t or that insurance deposit doesn’t make its way to us, then we’ll kill you,” Draco jerked his chin at the glaring Goyle, “Make it look like an accident,” They’d discuss this later.