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A few days after my excursion into the arms of Seamus Finnegan, my duties officially began. I began by pretty much installing all sorts of security measures into Malfoy Manor.
I owled the security company who had already sold security to Malfoy Manor to discuss what was available to provide more robust protection for the Draco's estate. Of course, they wouldn't discuss such matters with a stranger.
"What pithy excuses are they playing now? Do they know you work for me?" asked Draco
"I believe they don't my Lord" I answered, to which Draco grinned. Despite the fact he and I were lovers of duty, I still addressed him by his title when it came to the day to day activities. Anyhow back to the memoir.
Draco contacted them and when I went to visit the company, I pretty much had carte blanche (oh damn, remind me to give that book back to Harry)
I was impressed; the company was even creating potions and devising new spells on how to block everything from a simple confundus to an Averda Kervada. I believe not even Him…. You know who would be able to get so strong now, not with all these counter measures. This must have cost Draco a small fortune, but then he had a huge fortune with which to pay for it.
On the way back I decided to call on Hermione, who just got home from work.
"So how's life with Malfoy?" she asked as we sat down with our mugs of tea. "Not bad at all Mione. He and his son have been very welcoming". Hermione smiled; "So the sex is pretty good? And don't lie Ron".
I blushed, I could never lie to my best friend; "Please Mione, don't say anything".
"Want to make an unbreakable vow?" she asked seriously.
"No Mione, never. Never with you" I answered. "It's just that I really, well I really like him and I don't want anything to ruin that".
"Merlin you have it bad. Well does anyone else know?" asked Hermione.
"I think Seamus does"
"Seamus. You saw him?" asked Hermione.
"Draco made me 'convince' him to keep his nose out of our affairs"
Hermione was worried; "I hope he doesn't blurt it out. I can't bare the thought of you being hounded".
"Don't worry, he won't say anything. Besides if he wants to be in Harry's life, he better keep schtum".
Hermione was shocked; "What? Harry's gay?"
I shrugged; "Probably, he was pretty fast to end things with Ginny".
Hermione mulled it over and nodded in agreement; "So you're staying with Malfoy?"
"I don't know. I mean I know I like him but I don't want to risk him or his son's life just for my benefit".
Hermione nodded; "Ron, this is a grave decision. I mean I'll support you in anything you do, but please think this through. Really".
"You seem very insistent?" I asked jokily.
Hermione smiled; "I just don't want my best friend to be alone anymore".
I reached out to Hermione and hugged her; "I love you Mione"
"I love you too Ron" she replied.
"Sorry Mione, I've got to go. Draco is holding a dinner party and I have to be in attendance"
Hermione nodded; "Yeah okay, Ron if you do not take the job, you know you're always welcome back here".
I nodded; "Thank you Mione. You're the best sister anyone could ask for".
Hermione smiled and kissed me goodbye.
I got back to the Manor and I began to ponder all my choices. Staying with the Aurors wasn't what I wanted to do at this point in my life. Playing house with Seamus was fun, but there was no future there. His future was Harry. A lasting relationship would be impossible with anyone else if I stayed with the Aurors. No, my future lay elsewhere, perhaps in the arms of a Pureblood aristocrat (shudder) like Lord Draco Malfoy? The thought made me smile. I could surely suffer a worse fate than that, I mused.
That evening, Draco had a dinner party for several of his friends and political cronies. I stayed in the background with the other security people who had arrived with their luminaries, including the Justice Minister and a few cabinet ministers. Lady Malfoy had made her excuses early and had retired. The rest of the elite guests joined the Lord in the library for cigars and brandy. Only a few lit up, but everyone enjoyed the 200 year old cognacs.
The party broke up about midnight. I checked to be sure no one had tarried, and I looked in at Scorpius who was sound asleep.
"Good night mate" I whispered.
I then walked into our bedroom. Draco was in his marbled bathroom, showering off the stench of stale tobacco. I joined him. With my arms encircling him, I drew his back into my caress and pressed
Hard. My dick rose quickly, seeking entry through his arse. He obviously didn't protest.
With lube conveniently located on a shelf within the shower, I slowly screwed him with long strokes. He roared with pleasure as we climaxed nearly simultaneously five minutes later. His load splattered against the shower wall while mine jetted deeply into his welcoming hole.
"You can fuck me like that anytime we're alone," Draco signed, leaning back into me. His hands were on my arse, keeping me from pulling out. I didn't mind. It felt good to be inside a man of his bottoming talents.
As dawn broke, he slid his fat, pink dick inside me and rode my arse until he shuddered to a wet climax in my hole. He flipped me over afterwards and sucked me off. Of course, being the man I am, I cleaned off his stained dick while he blew me. His talents and the taste of arse and cum in my mouth rushed me
to another climax. He greedily sucked down my load.
Later in the morning, Draco and I made a journey into his garage. There stood a beautiful 1940s Phantom Rolls Royce.
"I see you approve" he asked with a smirk. I looked back; "I more ways than one" I smiled.
I looked inside and enquired whether the car was armor plated on the
He thought for a moment before replying. "It was hardened by the Ministry at the time of purchase. I have to assume it wouldn't be adequate by Muggles standards. Good of you to notice, Mr. Weasley! I'll ask Hoskins to make an appointment for you with the car today." I looked concerned. "Not to worry. I'll be on the estate all day. I won't need the car or your capable security with me today," he allowed.
I nodded and soon I called for Hoskins, the Ministries man on muggle vehicles. I asked Hoskins
If he had any schematics for the Rolls to see where the armoring actually was. He checked through the files about the car, but came up with nothing. "I'm not sure, Sir, if we ever had that information," he
said. "For the sake of security, the company may have thought it better to keep such information a secret from everyone else, including the owner."
"So you had to trust them that they even did the work," I wondered aloud.
"Oh, no, Weasley," Hoskins countered. "You could tell by the way the old girl handled that she had on extra baggage. Also, the windows were much thicker, as they should have been to be bullet proof," he
concluded.
"Perhaps," I allowed. "Anyway, you do know who the coach builders were, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir. Bailey and Cromwell took the car directly from the Rolls Royce plant, did all the armoring before returning it to the factory for final assembly and polishing. She is a beauty," he sighed looking over at the elderly car.
"Maybe it's time the old girl was retired and someone else got some joy out of her. A collector, perhaps? Eh, Hoskins?" I suggested.
"Good idea Weasley. Obviously the final word rests with the Lord."
I knocked and was invited into the study and asked Draco how "married" he was to the old Rolls.
"Other than it belonged to my arrogant Muggle hating grandfather, nothing particularly," he replied. "Were you thinking I should sell it and get a newer one with better, more modern plating?"
"You read my mind," I smiled.
"Not too difficult to do, Mr. Weasley. Can you read my thoughts, Ron?" he leered
"Crystal clear," I laughed. "You dirty, old man!"
"Hopefully."
"So, about the car?"
"Yes, uh, I'll make some inquiries with a dealer in London, friend of the family," he proposed.
"You have better things to do with your time, Draco," I cautioned. "Let me do the leg work and present you with the final figures and my recommendation."
He nodded. "Very well. But, let me put a call through to Percy and let him know I'm in the market, including disposal of the old one."
"I may be able to do better with a collector," I offered. He frowned. "At least, let me explore it to see if it would make sense."
Draco smiled and nodded. "As you wish," he sighed and turned back to papers he'd been shuffling when I'd walked in. "The Lords are not going to win this one," he muttered to himself, already completely lost in the minutiae of the legislative bill before him.
I quietly retired from the study and began calling collectors and auction houses that Hoskins suggested. Quickly, it became apparent that collectors would be drooling over the prospect of purchasing the Lord's old Rolls (with armor plating) and they were willing to pay a premium because it had been owned by the Malfoy's . I wasn't sure that the dealership in London would. Sotheby's was interested, but could only suggest a range for the possible sale price.
Collectors were already out-bidding each other for it, having already reached 50,000 pounds sterling! Word travels fast in that elite circle. I hadn't surveyed the U.S. market, yet, so it could be even higher. However, the bad news was that the new Rolls Royce Phantom limousine would run over £200,000 plus armor plating. The Duke had the money, but this wasn't petty cash.
I spoke with two armorers that afternoon and determined that there were many levels of security which could be added to the car. I asked that they send something to the estate today specifying what we'd get for the money. They were only too happy to messenger the information today for delivery by evening.
I left a note with Lady Malfoy, outlining my progress for the day with a promise to have the final numbers for the Draco by tomorrow.
With that out of the way, I strolled about the estate, checking for obvious security devices, but found only a few, discrete cameras. All others were well hidden or camouflaged. I wondered how they could distinguish between a man and a deer or any other wild animal. I decided I'd need to have another conversation with the security company, as well as a demonstration of what was in place.
Messengers arrived shortly before dinner with the promised materials about hardening the new Rolls. I spent the rest of the evening going over their proposals, making notes to compare them. By 11p.m., my mind was wandering, so I left the material in a safe place and checked in with Draco. He was about ready to go to bed, too.
As we walked into the bedroom wing of the mansion, the house elf hurried up to us. "A call, Sir, from the security company," he began worriedly. "Someone is on the estate without permission. They are sending forces out immediately, but they won't arrive for another 15 minutes."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "How credible is the threat?" he asked.
"They seem to think very credible. Weapons have been detected, Sir."
"Are they still on the firecall?" I pressed."Why, yes, Sir," he replied.
"I'd like to speak with them." Lord Malfoy nodded. As the elf led me to the phone, I asked, "Have you activated the console so we can see what they see?"
"Yes, Sir. It's coming up now," he motioned toward a large glass pane. I looked carefully at it. A red mark was moving slowly from the north toward the mansion. Detectors had him painted. I reached for the soot and spoke with the night security officer via the fireplace.
"Switch your feed to the second level," the officer said. I reached toward the keyboard and hit the F2 key. The pane dissolved to show the same figure, but in a tighter shot. This view clearly showed a man, crouching stealthily, with a large knapsack on his back, and at least with his wand out in his hands. I thought I could make out a scope on the wand, but I couldn't be sure.
"Tell Lord Draco to get away from any of the windows," I ordered the elf. "That scope could read his heat signature, even without lighting in the room. And tell the rest of the staff to do the same thing, but get to Scorpius and Lord Malfoy first. Better yet, get them all into the basement until this is over. You do know where everyone is, right?"
The elf nodded nervously. "And have head of housekeeping arouse the Lady and get her to the basement right after Lord Malfoy," I added. "Have someone else alert the rest of the staff."
"Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir," he croaked and dashed away.
I turned back to the pane. The infiltrator was still nearly a mile away. But, if he were a decent shot, that wouldn't be a problem. I put on a muggle mobile headset and continued talking to the security officer as I rummaged through the "crash" closet and gathered up what I thought I'd need to intercept our unwelcomed guest. As I got continuous updates, I pulled on my night-stalking clothes (with Kevlar inserts), grabbed one automatic weapon and three, full clips, night-vision headgear, and left the house. People were scurrying everywhere, but all headed to the basement with worried looks. I got weak smiles from the ones I passed, but they all said, "Good hunting, Sir."
The security officer gave me another update that his team would be there within another 10 minutes. I told him to remind his team to be quiet as they raced here. "No sirens or other noise makers. We don't want to scare this guy off," I warned.
"Already done, Sir," he assured me.
I raced out the door, crouching low, and headed for the north pastures. The gate was locked, so I slipped through the fence wires next to it. Another update told me that my quarry was dead ahead about 1000 meters. I slipped down the hedgerow toward him, being careful to stay as close to the hedge as possible. I didn't want to be painted by the interloper's night goggles, too. Another hedgerow separated us. I decided to wait in ambush behind an ancient oak tree and wait for him to come to me. That would leave him about 300 meters from the house and would take him nearly 10 minutes to cross the distance between us.
True to his task, our "guest" continued at a sustained pace toward me. Sweat dripped down my back as more adrenalin coursed through my body. I mentally checked through what I was about to do several times, trying to estimate the various outcomes. The element of surprise worked in my favor. I'd disarm him first, and then subdue him, I decided.
My muscles tensed as he drew nearer. His noisy thrashing through the hedgerow separating the two fields made me smile. Obviously, he didn't expect anyone to be here. For reasons I could only guess at, he had his goggles around his neck. Pretty useless there!
With lightning reflexes, I disarmed the wand from his hand. That startled him. He shot a fist at my headgear, but I ducked. In his other hand, a knife flashed. He stabbed forward, but I stepped quickly aside and darted a clenched fist at his knife-wielding arm. I heard a crack, but I didn't feel anything other than the impact. But, I did hear a moan of pain from him. With his other hand, he tried to crush my larynx with a punch to the neck. Once more, I ducked and hit him in the gut with a powerful right to the midsection. He went down, groaning.
Thinking fast, I stepped on his neck with my left foot to hold him down and stepped on his injured arm with the other. He cried out, but swung his right fist at my knee. I stepped away before he connected solidly, but he did hit me hard enough to make me wince. Again, he was on his feet. I circled him after throwing off my night-vision goggles. My vision was not quite up to the perception that his was because of my goggles. I saw him reach for the ground. I knew he was going after his knife or his rifle.
I stepped forward and hit him in the face with my boot, toppling him over backwards. Blood poured from his broken nose. But, he wasn't finished yet. I sighed, frustrated. This guy wasn't an easy take-down.
He tried a roundhouse kick to my head, but I dodged it again. He telegraphed every move he'd made so far. As his foot flew by my head, I hit him in the ankle with my fist. Another snap.
This time, he yowled loudly. He said something I couldn't make out, but I knew it wasn't complimentary. He was down again. As he struggled to get up, I kicked him under the chin, sailing him backwards into a heap. He didn't move.
At that moment, I heard a distant helicopter racing through the night sky toward me. The pasture gate opened and men pounded through the opening. "All clear," I shouted. "He's down."
As they ran up to me, one shouted, "You okay, Sir?" while two others checked on our "guest". I assured them I was unharmed, which was more than could be said for the guy on the ground.
"Out cold," came the verdict. "But it looks like he'll need to go to St Mungos."
"What happened here, Sir?" the man in charge asked. So, I told him all the gory details.
After all the excitement has passed I went back into the Manor "How're the Duke and the household?" I asked. "I left two elves at the house in case this was a feint," he revealed. "They report no activity."
"Release everyone then," I ordered. "I doubt that the Lord and the Lady would like to spend any more time in the basement."
"Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir," he complied. He called the order in and sent the rest of his fellow elves off. He accompanied me back to the mansion.
The Lord finally called it an evening and sent everyone off to bed. "We're in good hands, now," he yawned. "The Aurors has three men outside tonight. Rest easy."
He headed off to his bedroom while I stored my gear and turned off the security console. I'd clean everything tomorrow when I had a clearer head and less adrenalin in my system.
When I got to our bedroom, Draco was at his writing desk, furiously scribbling a note to someone. "It's unconscionable that it took the Aurors fifteen minutes to get here. We could have all been dead in our beds!" he blustered. "Of all the incompetent asses!" he fairly bellowed.
"But, it all turned out, well, love," I countered. "By the time the guy got close enough, they were here. And I was here."
He smiled up at me. "Yes, you were, Ron," he said softly as he kissed me tenderly on my lips. "I can never thank you enough for what you've done for me, my family, and the elves."
"You pay me well, Draco," I smiled back at him. "And we have the most incredible sex. That's more than enough for me to do my job."
"But, you haven't officially accepted my offer, yet," he reminded me. "Or are you being subtle and I'm obtuse?"
"Well, until now, I wasn't sure you needed me."
"Oh, yes, Ron, I need you," he grinned cupping my manhood.
"That, too," I laughed, caressing his hard toned arse.
I pulled away from him for a moment and looked into his eyes. "My Lord. I'd be honored to accept your offer of employment as Head of Security, as I believe you called it." I bowed deeply, smiling from ear to ear.
"You've made me a very happy man, Mr. Ronald Weasley," he said pulling me back to an upright position, "in many, many ways."
"Would you care to demonstrate perhaps one of those?" I laughed.
"Oh, there are so many," he mused. "But, I think for your heroism, you should fuck me senseless for the rest of the evening."
"An offer I couldn't possibly refuse," I replied as I slowly tugged off his clothes.
When he was standing before me naked, he began to strip me, but far more urgently. On his knees, he sucked my bloated dickhead into his lips, savoring the dribbles of precum that had accumulated. He knelt on the edge of the bed, his arse in the air. I knelt beside the bed at perfect elevation to eat his pureblood arse out.
The rest of the evening I spent eating or fucking his amazing hungry arse or sucking him off. We spent at least two hours engaging in disgusting, delicious sex. When we finally slept, we were wrapped in each other's arms, completely sated and smiling.
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