Albus sat in his office at the school, he had believed long ago he would have a new one, but no matter, that would change. Once he had crushed what little of the resistance was left, he would be able to take his rightful place, no longer hiding behind a puppet like Kingsley. The man was really a fool, so eager to do his dirty work and even willing to step aside as minister, all because of his foolish belief he was actually useful or needed around here.
Albus looked for a moment where the perch was now empty; he either should get an owl, or rid of it. Fawkes had stayed at the school for the kids, but even he had fled, after Voldemort fell. Oh well, who needed a bloody phoenix anyways, it was not like he needed people to still confuse him with that renegade order.
Hermione suddenly appeared in the door from their rooms. "Albus are you playing some kind of sick joke on me."
Albus walked over to her and ran a hand up her bare inner thigh. "I know I am a bit late coming for bed, but you should be used to that by now."
She did not look at all pleased, and when she headed back up the stairs he followed, knowing he better find out what she was so upset about. She had shared his bed for three years now, and married for a year, a political move on her part. He knew she found no pleasure in being married to him for companionship, she kept Ron on the side for that, but he liked the nice young body. Ginny had been pleasant but bored too easily, Hermione wanted to rule by his side.
He untied her robe before they got to her room. "My cock ached for you so bad; I might have to come to London next time."
Hermione pointed at the bed. "What the hell is that? You knew I had a lover on the side when we married. What the hell are you pulling?"
Tied up gagged and bound the muggle way, but spells used so even Hermione could not remove them; they found Ron in their bed. His body was covered in hives, and he looked to be castrated, whether it was a spell, or had been done to him for real, Albus could not tell.
Albus managed to remove the spells and binds. "Oh don't think I have not thought to do that before, but I never touched your boy lover. That is not my style"
Ron looked to Hermione. "I told you the old coot would try and control you, like he did Ginny. He had me jumped by one of his hooded little minions."
Though Albus had sworn to do just this if he ever found them in his bed, Albus had no hand in this, and was concerned. Other then he and his wife, no one was able to come in and out of his rooms, and someone would have seen the person, but no paintings had warned him. He had specifically chosen the house elves who served them even, for e knew there would be people who would try and poison or curse him, around every corner. The rooms were safer then the school and bank combined.
Hermione snarled at Ron and threw a robe at him. "Get the hell out, my husband doesn't stoop to such lows. You will be having a cold bed for a long time."
Ron sneered. "Your loss not mine, I can find a good whore, you are stuck with this limp old man."
Though she should have hexed him, Hermione had finally realized her husband was shocked and worried. She had truly believed he had done this, he had become a jealous man, but she could tell he hadn't. She knew she played a dangerous game with him, for he was a man who did not take betrayal well, and there would come a time when his blind eye to infidelity would switch. She was not foolish enough to believe the old man really loved her; he lusted for her, as she lusted for his power.
Hermione came over and put his hand inside of her robe, right on her warm spot."I will have an elf clean the bed. I missed you while I was in London as well."
Albus fingered her for a moment and withdrew. "See an elf cleans now. I obviously need to look into security."
Hermione looked around the bedroom, and she called for the elf to come and clean, and made sure the sheets and all that was burned Merlin knew what had been all over Ron's body, but with their luck he would be contagious, and she had a meeting to go to in two days.
Ginny appeared and Hermione took the bottle from her as the red head warned her. "He is going to start to wonder why you're not pregnant. He wants an heir."
Hermione drank the bottle. "I am twenty three and almost top of the game, the old coot will just have to wait. Besides he's 150, we don't even know he can."
Working officially as a nurse in training under the new nurse here at the school, or that was what the world knew her to be. She had really been working as an assassin for Albus here and abroad, and her work for the school kept her busy. She knew what she risked helping Hermione, but did it for her brother, for if Hermione got pregnant with his child, Ron would be tortured for months before he died. The potion would ensure she did not pregnant by anyone.
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Albus could find no sign of any intruder in the castle of any kind, or the grounds, and none of his men had even been here. There was apparition within the grounds, but he had wards so strong, no one should have been able to, within his rooms. He had checked on the usual subjects, Severus and Filius, but neither of them were missing from their rooms, and they were virtual prisoners except for their classes. He had never really been sure about Filius, but Severus he never trusted.
Albus looked around and was about to go and join his wife when he found a phoenix feather on the perch. "What the hell is this? He would not have come back."
Then there was a sound of a hoot and he turned towards the window. "You're dead, the boy cried over you for days."
There was more then one snowy owl in the world, but he could have sworn Hedwig had been sitting in his window, but he blinked and the bird was gone. He would have thought he was simply too tired, and the Ron thing was bothering him, but something was not right. He held the phoenix feather, it was definitely there still there.
He heard footsteps and a voice behind him. "You didn't think you would be rid of me so easily did you? You were never a fool before, lost your marbles?"
Albus turned around, not recognizing the voice but he could have sworn it was Lucius. "You're dead. I gave you the kiss, you can't come back as a ghost."
He had the last laugh, Lucius had told him he would never rest, he would forever be haunted by the souls of those he had betrayed. But the kissed had no souls, and those who would have come back, he made sure to not simply kill, but have kissed first. The only person who had escaped the fate was the brat.
Suddenly a shimmering figure appeared and he could see the Malfoy crest on his watch."You're dead, I know you were kissed."
The figure laughed. "But did you now? You never saw my body."
The body had vanished, recued from him by Harry or one of the other allies of the man, before he could properly display his trophy. He was not alive, Lucius Malfoy was not alive, he was simply too tired and was seeing things. It had been decades though since he had a conscience to be bothered by.
Hermione had appeared. "Albus who are you talking to? Have you found out who did that?"
Albus saw they were alone and turned to her. "No one my dear. Now let us go to bed and work on my heir. You will not se Ron again."
As he led her to bed, he knew she would only keep her word while the boy had hives, and knew he had to find a way to do away with Ron. He tried to focus on his wife and making an heir finally, but his mind was on Ron, and the odd figure he had seen in his office. He was too tired, that was all, nothing more.
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