Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomstick’s And The Big Apple

NOTE: All of my Broomstick's Series Dramione stories are stand alone. However, sometimes I may reference back to something that happened in a previous Broomstick's story, and this fic is no exception. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

“I don’t understand Miss McGonagall. It is hardly as if simply bewitching my razor, so when I went to shave my legs, I grew long fuzzy hair, are grounds for expulsion. It was just a harmless prank.”

“Miss Granger,” McGonagall went on.

“Malfoy,” Hermione corrected.

“I’m terribly sorry. I still remember you as Hermione Granger, one of my very best students. I of course, know that you are married to the Minister of Magic. Do forgive me.”

“It’s alright, really…and I’d prefer not to have to ask my husband here, so if we can just come to an understanding where Scorpius is concerned, then I’ll be on my way.”

“Mrs. Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy has been expelled. There is nothing I can do. Casting unforgivable curses, whether at a student or a house elf, is grounds for expulsion.”

“An Unforgivable Curse? I…had no idea.”

“Yes, he thought it funny to impress his Slytherin mates by casting the imperius curse on one of the kitchen elves,” McGonagall frowned.

Hermione was seething when she left the Headmaster’s office. What would this do to her husband’s sparkling reputation? Draco had been reelected as Minister of Magic and had done so much good in the wizarding world. Hermione was worried that their son’s behavior would tarnish Draco’s fine reputation. Hermione apparrated to the Manor. She set off, straight up the stairs, when she was stopped by her son.

“Mum? Can I go to the muggle library in London?” Hermione was so entranced with the thought of which hex she was going to use on her older boy, that she was startled when her younger son spoke to her.

“Excuse me Lucius, I need to find Scorpius!”

“Mum? Please…Can I go?” Hermione stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to her twelve-year-old son. Luke was much more like Hermione. He kept good grades, and preferred to keep to himself, rather then keep a group of friends. He and Scorpius were the exact opposite.

“Luke…I’m sorry. You are too young to be wandering the streets of London. I’ll take you tomorrow. Scorpius has really done it this time!” Hermione turned, leaving Lucius Draco Malfoy, the younger of her two sons, moping in the foyer of Malfoy Manor. Hermione charged into Scorpius’s bedroom, throwing the door open and then covering her mouth at what she saw. Violetta Longbottom was half-undressed in Scorpius’s bed. Her son was groping the girl and coaxing her to “go all the way.”

“SCORPIUS ABRAXAS MALFOY!” Scorpius rolled off the bed, scrambling for his shirt, while Neville and Pansy’s daughter clamored for her bra and shirt. “I will be contacting your mother Violetta!” Hermione threatened. Violetta raced from the room, while Scorpius stood at attention. Hermione had pulled her wand on him. She was angrier then she’d ever been with her almost fifteen year old son. Sure, he had pulled pranks, a lot of pranks even, but he had never cast an Unforgivable curse. With Draco and Lucius’s Death Eater past, there would surely be speculation that Scorpius was taught such magic.

“Are you bloody insane, Scorpius!?” Hermione shrieked. “I just got out of McGonagall’s office. Imperius on a kitchen elf? Where did I go wrong with you?!” Hermione began to sob.

“Cut me some slack. What’s the BFD?” Scorpius said casually.

“What’s the BFD? Don’t talk to me like that, I know what that means! I’ll tell you what the BIG FUCKING DEAL is Mister Imperius Curse! You got EXPELLED FROM HOGWARTS!” Hermione stood now, wand shaking in her hand. She put it away when she realized that she just might use it, she was so mad. It wasn’t he first time she had threatened him with her wand. By the time Scorpius was eight years old, he was challenging Hermione on everything. Draco worked so much, that Hermione was always stuck with his cleverness. And he was clever. He was sneaky as hell. What made it worse was that she loved him with all her heart. He wasn’t all bad. There were times when they would go see a muggle movie together and Scorpius would lean his head onto his mother shoulder, like he would do when he was small. Hermione would stroke the hair from his forehead and then when they left, Scorpius would talk frankly about magical theory, a subject he liked a great deal. When he was around his friends though, or at school, he was a nightmare. Now he was a hormonal teenage boy, with sex on the brain. Hermione couldn’t even process what she had just seen with her own eyes--her son attempting to defile Neville Longbottom’s only daughter. One thing at a time, she reminded herself.

“That old bat expelled me? Fuck!”

“Scorpius, don’t use that language, and learn some respect! McGonagall is…was..your Headmaster. Gods, I’m a horrible mother! How did I let his happen? Your father is going to be so disappointed. He wanted so much for you Scorpius.”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you or Dad. The ruddy house elf spilled soup on my brand new robes, so I cursed him as a joke.”

“Since when is it okay to use Unforgivable curses…EVER, Scorpius!?”

“My Father and Grandfather, were Death Eater’s, for Christ sakes mother! I have a reputation to uphold. My friends expect this sort of behavior from me. I don’t want to let them down.”

“How about letting you down? What about letting your Father down? How do you think it will be for him, having to explain to the Wizarding World, that the Minister of Magic’s son cast an Unforgivable curse on a poor defenseless house elf? Not to mention my legislation that I have been working on for a decade nearly, liberating the house elves! I could hex you right now, Scorpius!”

“I don’t care Mother. I wish I were a Death Eater! Dad tries to cover his mark on his arm but I’ve seen it. He should wear it with pride! I would if I had it. I have studied the war in school and come to the conclusion that Voldemort was right. I wish I could be a Death Eater!” Scorpius said standing tall. He was much taller then Hermione, inheriting his father’s height, which made disciplining him, that much harder.

“I ought to slap the taste out of your mouth right now for standing in this house and saying those words!” Hermione was enraged at her son, with his silvery eyes that looked so much like Draco’s and that Hermione loved desperately, smirked at her.

“Do it! OR I WILL!” Draco was standing in the doorway. Hermione turned and ran from the room, tears bursting from her eyes. Draco slammed the door to Scorpius’s bedroom, without the use of his hand or his wand. Scorpius’s eyes went wide with fear at this act.

“How much of that did you hear, Dad?” Scorpius asked, his hands trembling now.

“Enough.” Draco had a cold expression and Scorpius recoiled, moving back to his bed and sitting down on it. He looked much less intimidating now, then he did standing up to Hermione.

“So you want to be a Death Eater?” Draco spoke methodically and in a calm voice.

“Yeah…I mean…you were one, Dad.”

“Get your coat on. We are going out. Meet me downstairs in five minutes.” Draco left he room at that. He found Hermione curled up in the fetal position in their bedchamber.

“Shhh, it’s okay Sweet pea. I’m going to handle this. Don’t you worry your pretty little head on it,” Draco laid down behind her and hugged his wife tightly.

“He got expelled Draco,” Hermione said through sobs.

“I know. I got an owl from McGonagall, just after you left her office. You should have owled me baby. I would have come.”

“You were so busy this week with the American Minister’s. I didn’t want to bother you. Moreover, I had this silly idea that I could handle Scorpius on my own. Draco, I’ve failed him miserably as a mother.”

“Don’t ever say that again. This is my fault, if anybody’s. I was too busy with work to spend enough time with him. Plus…some of this is hereditary. He’s just too much like me for his own good. In case you have forgotten, I was quite the troublemaker too in my youth.”

“Draco…He wants to be a Death Eater!” Hermione cried into Draco’s chest now as he stroked his wife’s hair, lovingly.

“I’ll handle that. Don’t expect Scorpius and I for dinner. Trust me babe. We can talk later,” Draco said and Hermione nodded.

“Where are we?” Scorpius said, after experiencing a side along apparition with Draco.

“We are in muggle London, in what’s called a library. You know, one of those buildings with books, a place you never spend anytime in?” Draco raised an eyebrow to his son.

“Look! There’s Luke.” Scorpius said and Draco’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He wasn’t expecting to see his other son there. He approached Luke and tapped him on the shoulder. Luke hid the book that he was reading, back in the row of books.

“Does your mother know that you are here?” Draco asked.

“Father! Oh, uhh no.”

“Right then. Get back to the Manor this instant! Do not let your mother know that you snuck out without her consent either. She has been through quite enough today,” Draco said glaring at Scorpius again.

“Yes, Father. And, sorry Father.” Draco kissed the boy on the head and then watched as his son left through the double doors of the library.

“Books, Father? You brought me here to read muggle books?” Scorpius said brazenly.

“No. I brought you here to find an attractive muggle girl. How about that one, the brunette in the corner reading.” Draco picked out the one teen in the library that reminded him of Hermione. The girl had her nose plastered in a reference book, her hair brown and bushy just like his wife’s was at that age.

“Nah, she’s a dog,” Scorpius said, his nose in the air.

“Now maybe, but she’s smart and I bet when she grows up she will be a knock out. But, whatever. I am not here to argue with your choice of girls. Just pick one already.”

“That one,” Scorpius pointed to a buxom blonde who was fidgeting with a muggle copy machine. She threw her hands up in the air in frustration. When Draco saw this, he hatched an idea.

“Go over there and help her with the machine.”

“I don’t know how to work that bloody thing Father,” Scorpius said.

“I’ll handle that, just go on. Flirt her up.” Scorpius smiled and then swaggered over to the muggle girl. Draco flicked his wand, under his coat, careful not to let anyone see him performing magic. The copier unjammed itself and began printing stacks of photocopies. The girl smiled at Scorpius and just like that, Scorpius was in. They were chatting, the girls rosy cheeks blushing, at the attractive teen. He looked just like Draco did at that age. Draco cleared his throat, and Scorpius, said goodbye to the girl and returned to his father’s side.

“Okay, so I want you to snatch her by the throat. I have a knife you can use if you want. Pull her out the doors she is standing by, and into the alley outside,” Draco said coolly.

“What!?”

“You want to be Death Eater, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but what does pulling a girl out into the alley have to do with being a Death Eater?”

“Oh, there’s more. Once out there, you have to rape her. You’ve been wanting to experience your first time with a girl, right? So go on, do it then. Then when you are done, you kill her.”

“Father!?” Scorpius said in disgust.

“She’s just a muggle, Scorpius. Death Eaters torture and kill muggles.”

“But, she has a name and I know it now. Different girl then?”

“Sure Scorpius, though any resistance to the Death Eaters would likely get you a punishment. So come on then, follow me.” Draco walked out of the library and Scorpius followed. Draco took him to an alleyway. Nobody was around and that is when Draco flicked his wand on his son. Scorpius was now restrained in a tangled mess of ropes. Draco tossed him a knife.

“Just cut yourself and draw blood. Normally the higher-ranking Death Eater would do it to you, but I am feeling generous today. Therefore, you do it. Cut yourself and apologize for your cowardice and swear allegiance to the Dark Lord, then you can free yourself of the ropes and you can go kill that filthy muggle girl.”

Scorpius looked at his Father in shock. He took the knife and held it to his hand. He began to push the blade into his hand as tears streamed down his face. Draco was holding back his own tears. He couldn’t cry now. He had to teach Scorpius a lesson.. Hearing him proclaim that he wanted to be like his father, and spewing off the hate filled words of Voldemort, turned Draco’s stomach. He would make a lasting impression on Scorpius. He wanted to put an end to his talk of being a Death Eater for good. Draco worried that Scorpius was actually going to do it though. But then, Draco’s theory proved correct. He wasn’t Death Eater material. A true Death Eater, which Draco never was, would have done it without a second thought.

“I can’t Father. That muggle girl never did anything to me. I’m not afraid to cut myself, but the muggle girl doesn’t deserve to be raped and killed.” Scorpius said through a fit of tears. Draco flicked his wand and the ropes were removed from his son. He gently took the blade from Scorpius and pulled his son into his arms. Scorpius clutched tightly to Draco, his tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry Father. I didn’t realize.”

“I know you didn’t. The War is a great source of pain for your mother and for myself. What is theory to you was reality for us. Now, don’t cry. I love you son. Let’s go back home and you can apologize to your mother.” Draco comforted his teenage son and then together they walked the streets of London for a while just talking. It had been far too long since Draco and Scorpius had really talked as father and son..

“What about school? I really messed up, didn’t I? Maybe if I apologize to McGonagall…”

“No. You are out. At least for now. I have an idea about where you could go,” Draco said.

“Send me to Durmstrang, not Beauxbaton’s.”

“No, Scorpius. You will run into the same problem with friends there. There are son’s of Death Eaters at Durmstrang. I want you away from all the bad influence. I haven’t discussed this with your mother yet, but I think she will agree. I think we will move to America. There is a thriving wizarding world in New York City. It’s far larger then anything we have here. I’ve been meaning to take your mother there for many years. I think this will be good for you. My only concern is Luke now. Luke did nothing to deserve this, so he too will have to agree to the move. You really messed up Scorpius."

“I know I did. Can you ever forgive me?” Scorpius went in for a hug. Scorpius was much more touchy feely then Draco had been as a child. Draco was raised by an active Death Eater, so he didn’t receive hugs. Scorpius’s predisposition, to open acts of emotion was from Hermione’s influence. To Draco, this was such an important quality to Scorpius’s rearing. It would serve him in the end. He wished Hermione could see the impact she had on Scorpius, even if she doubted her effectiveness. She had raised these boys with unconditional love, something Draco never felt from his own father, until he was much older. She was a good mother, and Draco would tell her so.

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