Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Chapter 10

(I should give a word of warning. There is a slash scene in this chapter. It isn't what you would think though,well it is, but it isn't. Part of the plot...had to do it :P )

“Draco, wake up!” Hermione nudged her sleeping husband.

“Head hurts. Talk to my secretary, we can reschedule tomorrow,” Draco mumbled, his eyes still closed.

“Draco, up now! Lucius is gone.” Draco rolled over, groggily and captured Hermione in his arms. She could feel his morning wood against her leg and he was grinding himself into her. Even in his sleep, he thought about sex, as he pinned her down and moved between her legs. Hermione parted her legs for him and he drove himself into her. “Dragon, you know I love you but, we have to go.” He opened his eyes reluctantly and pushed into her as far as he could, his length filling her completely. Hermione moaned.

“Potter and his wife ready to go?” Draco moaned as he pulled out and slowly pushed into her deeply once again.

“Think…they..Oh baby, god you’re so hard. You feel so incredibly…” Hermione broke off when Draco thrust his hips hard, her whole body edging forward. “Huge!” Draco smiled and rolled his hips into Hermione again and again. “But…we should go find…God, you feel so good,” Hermione gasped in his ear as he laid over top of her, his one hand bracing himself next to her head and his other hand stroking her clit between their bodies.

“What were you saying again?” Draco’s hips were rolling in and out of her in rhythm now.

“Who cares…I don’t remember…” Hermione’s eyes fluttered open and closed and her mouth fell open, panting as Draco pushed deep inside her, his cock throbbing inside her it was so hard and on the verge of exploding. His body trembled over hers. Perspiration glistened on his forehead and Hermione rocked against her husband, finding his rhythm and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. He moved her leg up, his hands pushing against her thigh as he pivoted now on one arm in push up position and his cock was sliding fast now, in and out and around in circles. Hermione’s body resembled a pretzel as he fucked her hard and fast. He felt her gush of wetness, her sticky cream enveloping his manhood and Draco let go, filling her with his seed, his breaths ragged and coming in short gasps as his orgasm took him.

“Are you two ready to go. Your father bolted,Drac-“ Harry broke off when he witnessed the twisted and contorted sweaty bodies of Draco and Hermione, turning around to hide his eyes. “Not to interrupt, but we need to go,” Harry said awkwardly.

“Are they ready then?” Ginny now bounded into the tent and averted her eyes, as Draco collapsed over Hermione.

“Fuck! Anyone else come to enjoy the show?” Draco rolled over while Hermione cast cleaning charms over the both of them, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body. They dressed and mounted their brooms, not even taking the time to eat a thing. Draco was glad to have his Firebolt back and Hermione climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around her husband’s waist, while Ginny and Harry flew solo.

“How are we supposed to find the Castle if it’s hidden?” Ginny asked.

“Here’s the good part,” Draco said. “I knew my Father was going to ditch us. He isn’t the team player type, so last night, I cast one of Scorpius’s favorite charms on his wand.

“That was brilliant Draco! When did you do it though?” Hermione asked, perplexed.

“When you were telling father how good it feels when I fuck you,” Draco laughed. Hermione blushed. That wasn’t quite what was said in the conversation but she let it slide.

“So how will we find him?” Harry said impatiently, his broomstick shaking, like it wanted to take off into the sky.

“Butterflies, Harry. His wand will release a butterfly, every few seconds. We just have to follow the trail of butterflies, like bird crumbs. Should lead us to wherever Lucius went, assuming that he knew how to find the Castle Blackstone Bends.

“Bit feminine isn’t it? Butterflies, Malfoy?” Harry said and Ginny snorted with laughter.

“I’m not the bloody one fantasizing about being sucked off by me, Potter. How long have you had this obsession with me? I’m sorry but I don’t fancy cock, even from the Boy Who Lived. Besides, my genius son, loves the butterfly charm, and isn’t bloody gay, so shut the fuck up!” Draco was irate and Hermione whispered in his ear to calm down.

“I told you he was going to bring that up, Ginny. I told you!” Harry scolded Ginny who just shrugged. “You know I figured you would like it, since you seem to want to have a go with everyone else, including my wife!” Harry fired back. Ginny rolled her eyes at Hermione, who nodded in agreement to Ginny. If they could get over it, then how come the boys couldn’t? Hermione watched Harry’s face relax after he said that and she decided it was just a guy thing, having to lay the biggest insult on each other, and that she shouldn’t worry. Draco was busying himself holstering his wand so he didn’t lose it and seemed to have ignored Harry’s comment, which was unusual.

They set off through the forest. It was difficult to maneuver the brooms through the dense woods but Draco was flying light, maneuvering in and out of the trees, weaving perfectly as Hermione leaned with the broom. She still wasn’t a brilliant flyer but she was good at riding on a broom by now, with Draco driving. She even liked it now. They frequently took broom rides together. Usually it was so they could find a secluded place in order to make love outside, as Draco loved to do it in public places and said it would keep their love life exciting. Hermione knew he was just saying that to appeal to her intellectual side, and that he really just wanted a shag everywhere, and anywhere, but she went along with it, and even enjoyed it. She looked back, as Draco caught sight of another butterfly, the charm working like a charm, as they found a trail of butterflies leading into a denser part of the forest, but Harry and Ginny were far behind them. Draco finally pulled up and landed, the thick foliage and briars just too hard to traverse anymore.

“We walk from here.”

“This place is creepy,” Hermione said, waiting for Harry and Ginny to catch up and attempting to find her bearings.

“Do you want to go back? I can jinx the broom so it takes you back to The Manor, if you don’t want to come.”

“No. I want to be here. I just don’t like it here, is all. There is a difference.” Draco ran a hand through his wife’s hair and pressed his forehead to hers.

“This morning was bloody awesome. I love you Mrs. Malfoy,” Draco whispered, not wanting Harry and Ginny to hear the softer side of Draco Malfoy as they pulled up and dismounted, stashing their brooms in a bush.

“It was quite good, wasn’t it?” Hermione blushed. Draco and Harry led the way, zapping the vines that impeded their way, with their wands. The trees became darker and thicker, a sprawling canopy of gloom spread out above them blocking out the sunlight. Only diffuse light now permeated the dense woods, as they pressed on. Draco stopped and so did Harry only a fraction of a second apart.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Draco said in a hushed voice.

“Yeah, I’m seeing it,” Harry replied.

“Well, I’m not. Does somebody want to tell me what in the bloody hell I’m looking at?” Ginny said loudly and Harry reached a hand to cover her mouth.

“The ground Ginny, look. The leaves are all smashed down in this stretch of forest. See?” Hermione pointed to the large rectangular area of ground. A depression formed, and even though it looked to be just an open expanse of forest, it had to be Castle Blackstone Bends.

“How do we get in?” Draco looked at Harry. He was fresh out of ideas. He had got hem here by his quick wit in casting the butterfly charm, but now as they stood and looked at nothing, his mind drew a blank.

“Do we really want to go in?” Ginny said. They all looked at her like she had a point, but the answer was obvious. They had to go in.

“I have an idea. Draco, come with me. Hermione and Ginny watch our backs and cover us with your wands,” Harry tugged on Draco’s shirt and Draco rose and eyebrow, as if to ask why Potter thought it okay to touch him, but he followed Saint Potter anyways. The men walked around the depression. Harry cast a spell and urged Draco to repeat after him. A thin string of fire leapt from Harry’s wand.

“Fire thread, Potter?”

“Yeah, we can trace the perimeter of the castle, and hopefully find an entrance.”

“Oh, I know what it’s for. I just didn’t know you knew this spell? This is Dark Magic, Potter.”

“Yeah I know. I thought of it though last night when you, I mean Ginny was sucking…” Harry broke off, a deep blush marking his face a rosy color.

“Wow, I really had an impact on you, didn’t I? Should I be watching my arse?” Draco laughed.

“Just do the spell. It’s not like that anyways. Still, I never knew your lips were so soft and perfectly pink and soothing…” Harry said, in an almost smitten tone and Draco recoiled.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Draco walked in the other direction now, both men’s wands casting a fiery orange thread as they held their wands out at arms length. The thread stuck to the building, breaking through the invisibility securities and outlining the perimeter of the castle. From what Draco could see, the castle was made of stone and brick, and had an intricate serpent design carved into the stone. The presence of the serpent scared Draco and he realized that they had walked into a trap. He looked at Hermione and Ginny standing guard in the distance, near the tree line. His eyes grew wide as he shouted out to Hermione and then he bolted towards them. Hermione saw the look of fright on his face, but it was too late. She and Ginny started to sink.

The ground beneath Hermione and Ginny turned to sand and then like granules in an hourglass Hermione slipped through the tiny hole in the sand, her body becoming stretched thin like a rope as she fell through the tiny hole in the earth. She felt Ginny on top of her as she plummeted through the moving ground. She landed with a thud, now lying on the cold hard floor of what looked like a dungeon, though it was hard to tell in her wafer thin condition. She lay like a toothpick on the floor, unable to move, her body stretched and thin, her arms and legs glued together. She seemed to only have one eye as her face had been squished together, forming one Cyclops eye in the middle of her toothpick head. Ginny dropped on her now and she looked like a deformed stick. The top of the stick was red and Hermione had the sudden to urge to laugh at her redheaded friend.

“This is great,huh?” Hermione finally said.

“Hermione? I can’t see you. I’m looking at the floor. I can’t move my arms or legs Hermione!”

“I know Ginny. We just have to wait for the spell to subside. Try to be calm. Draco saw what happened. I’m sure he and Harry are working on a plan.” Hermione wanted to kill herself for not doing something, the second she saw the terrified look on Draco’s face. It all happened so fast though, and now as she lay helpless on the floor like a birthday candle with no wick, feeling completely helpless. If Nathaniel were to find them in this condition they would be at his mercy. Ginny was crying now, to make matters worse. Hermione wriggled in the small pile of sand, trying to face Ginny or maybe roll her over, but it was no use.

Above the surface………

“Mother fucker!” Draco yelled. He was on his hands and knees digging through the sand, looking for Hermione and Ginny.

“They aren’t there, okay? Malfoy, stop!” Draco turned to Harry, and Harry mouthed the words, “stop” again.

“This place is cursed! This is an MRTC. I went to one once on Halloween. My father took me, thinking it was going to be fun. I had nightmares for weeks after what I saw! I can still see the snarling witches, with their pierced nipples and their blood red tongues, and then the poor wretched muggle-borns and the dirty and disgusting things they were doing to them. I think they even scared Father, it was so disturbing,” Draco shivered at the thought.

“You purebloods really are…twisted!” Harry said in disgust. “Dare I even ask what an MRTC stands for?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“It stands for ….Mudblood Relocation Torture Chamber,” Draco shivered again, a chill coursing through his whole body at the thought of his wife down there. He began to dig again, frantically this time.

“Malfoy,stop! We have to find another way in.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right!. The one I went to had at least seven entrances, all with different forms of torture. We just have to find one and we are in!”

“Are you forgetting the torture part? As much as I don’t want to know…I think I have to ask. What are we in for?” The men walked around the perimeter stepping hard, looking for more holes in the grounds in order to gain entrance.

“Look, I was in my fourth or fifth year, I don’t remember exactly when, because I tried to forget it. Father thought it was like a playground and that it was safe. Some of his friends had taken their kids to it and they all had a blast. Even Crabbe and Goyle had been, so I begged my father to take me. He didn’t know it was a place that Voldemort tortured muggles and mudbloods. I saw things that no soul should see in their lifetime. My Father apologized when we finally managed to escape, but then the nightmares started. I thought when I became Minister of Magic that I had found all of them and shut them down.”

“I never heard anything about these Mudblood Relocation camps,” Harry said, sticking his hand into the knot of a tree trunk, in hopes that somehow a door would say “Open Sesame” and let them in, and they could leisurely stroll in and rescue their wives.

“Well it isn’t something the Ministry liked to broadcast. In fact, I found proof that they knew about the MRTC’s all along, but as I was told, “It’s dirty business and not one the Ministry wants to have their name surrounded with. It would tarnish the fine institution that the Ministry stands for.” Draco said in a waspish type of voice. “I forced their hands and shut three of them down, the ones I knew about anyways. Even though Voldemort was defeated, the Chambers still existed and Harry…Hermione is in big trouble down there. The torture chamber is bewitched. It torture based on lineage. She’s muggle born.Muggles,Mudbl-I mean muggle-borns and half-bloods, will all be tortured to death.”

“To death? It says Relocation in the name, right?” Harry said naively.

“Christ, Potter! How did you make it this far in the wizarding world! Nobody gets out alive! Your wife should be better off then Hermione, but who really knows. This place is so remote, I’m sure not many muggles stumble upon it, which means the bewitchment of the castle is likely to be either one of two things…Rusty, in which case it will go easy on Hermione and Ginny. Or, hell-bent for some action, in which case we have to get in there now!”

Draco ran at the castle, his face smashing into the stone and throwing him backwards. Harry jumped up and down and shouted for someone to let him in. Draco lay on the ground with a bloody nose watching Potter scream like a pansy. He leaned in and stared when he thought he saw Harry’s body begin to flicker. Potter’s arms and legs began to blink and fade out. He was beginning to apparrate somewhere and Draco lunged at him just in time. Both Draco and Harry appeared in red room. They were shirtless and holding each other, from when Draco jumped on him, just before he disappeared.

“Where are we?” Harry said.

“We are inside. I saw you start to turn invisible. I jumped on you and well, here we are.” Draco reached down under the red, goopy muck that they were sitting in, to find that his pants were missing too. He was buck naked and sitting in a reddish slime. He tried to pull himself out of the slime but he couldn’t, he was trapped, next to Harry, completely naked.

“My clothes are gone!” Harry shouted.

“Ya think? For fucks-sake Potter, stop stating the obvious, already! Can you move?”

“Nope,I’m stuck. Draco…is that your hand on my…” Harry blushed.

“Yes, my fucking hand is on your hip, okay? I can’t bloody well move it, or I promise you it wouldn’t fucking be there!”

“Draco, that’s not my hip!” Draco tried to pull his hand away but he couldn’t. It felt squishy and soft, almost like his hand was stuck between two soft boiled eggs. He shuddered when he realized where his hand was.

“Tell me that’s not your arse. Please, I’ll never live this one down.”

“It’s not my arse…” Harry said blushing a deep shade of burgundy now.” Draco saw his expression and slowly worked up the nerve.

“Where…is…it?”

“It’s where you think it is. Your hand is wedged between my nutsack.”

“We have to get out of here! Nathaniel, you piece of shit! I know you think this is funny, but I’m bloody well going to kill you! Father? Hermione!” Draco began to call out to anyone who could hear him. He kept one eye on Potter though, because he was acting rather strange towards him all damn day since the previous night and Hermione’s damn polyjuice potion. Draco suddenly felt something move beneath the red muck. Fingers wrapped around his cock, and he felt himself harden. The muck began to heat up and Draco could see sweat beading on Potter’s head.

“There is something in this slime, Potter. It’s touching my cock.”

“No, there isn’t. It’s just my hand.” Draco wanted to slug Harry right at that moment, but his hand was holding his ball sack. His other hand was stuck to Harry’s shoulder, where he had grabbed him, before apparrating into this hot tub of oozing red heat.

“Well move it!”

“Look, I can’t alright. You have an erection.” Harry said embarrassed.

“I know I bloody do! A hard-on is involuntary. I can’t control that. This bloody fucking shit we are sitting in is heating up. It’s getting hot in here.”

“I’ll say.” Harry was looking into the silvery pools of brilliance that were Draco’s eyes.

“Nathaniel! You piece of shit, brother of mine! I know you’re here now come talk to me!”

“Your lips are so…I…Can’t help..I’m sorry..Draco…” Harry said, his fingers not moving, but still holding Draco’s rock hard member.

“Stop calling me Draco, Potter! I’m Malfoy remember? I sicked a snake on you once. I used to fight you for the snitch. You hate me because I almost slept with your wife!”

“Right. Yes, Malfoy. Sorry.” Harry was sweating. His tolerance to the red muck was lessened because of his half-blood status. Draco had a sneaking suspicion that this potion they were sitting in was spiked with some kind of lascivious charm that caused desire. Even though he said his erection was the result of involuntary fingers around his cock, he suspected he too may be falling victim to the spell, though in smaller doses then Harry was because of his pureblood status. The muck was getting hotter though and soon it would boil their blood. They had to do something.

“You called little brother?” Nathaniel popped in next to Draco. Draco swung his head to face him, eyes narrowed like slits, wanting to reach out and choke the life out of his big bother, the sick and twisted Nathaniel. Nathaniel was smiling eerily at Draco.

“Get us the fuck out of here! Give me my wife back! Now!”

“You are hardly in any position to make demands.” Nathaniel laughed wickedly now as the two men began to sweat. Harry’s face and neck were slick, his hair nearly completely soaked as he closed and eyes and fought back the impulses. Draco gazed at Potter and suddenly a feeling of intense lust swept over him. He was proud that Harry was fighting it back, because the spell was strengthening.

“Let me out. Let’s talk.” Draco tried in vain to appeal to Nathaniel to release them, but he just laughed louder, his pathetic cackle echoing through the dark and dingy room, that was lit with red lights, that emitted heat.

“The spell won’t end until you both climax. I thought degrading my brother, the esteemed Minister of Magic, the spoiled brat that got all of father’s money, reputation and love, should have to face the humiliation of being with his worst enemy, in the most intimate of circumstances.” Nathaniel hissed and snarled and laughed at Draco and Draco felt his blood boiling. He was angry and he wanted revenge.

“You think you won, you sick fuck? You think that making me break my vows and by making me gay for a day is going to change the fact that I’m going to fucking kill you when I get out of here?” Nathaniel looked worried for a second, almost as if something was happening somewhere else that required urgency. Draco hoped that Hermione and and Ginny were alright. He looked at Harry, who was moaning Draco’s name now, trying to fight the spell and Draco came up with a plan..

“POTER! We can’t get out of here until we cum. Are you with me? We have to cum or we are going to fucking die. It will get hotter and hotter in this red fucking shit, until we either die, or wank each other. Since I’m not about to die in here with you, we are going to wank each other. Got it?” Harry nodded and blinked, his glasses completely fogged.

“Now, do it fast and hard and do it good and make me cum. The faster the better. And we will obliviate each other after we get out of here, deal?” Harry nodded again.

“Draco? Can you take my glasses off?”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t see you.” Draco sighed and then leaned forward with his mouth and pulled Harry’s glasses off. He didn’t know why he was doing it. It was probably better he didn’t see him while he wanked on Harry Potter’s dick, but the red muck was bubbling now and he too was feeling a strong desire for Potter. Maybe his eyes were bad enough that he wouldn’t be able to see him anyway. His glasses caught on his shoulder and Draco was able to hold them under one of his fingers.

“I’m sorry Hermione. I hope you will understand this. I have no choice. I can’t let my brother kill you…” Draco shed a silent tear as Harry began to stroke his cock. He reached up with his fingers and grabbed onto Harry’s cock, wrapping his long pale fingers around it and he too began to stroke.

“Draco, I need to kiss you. I can’t get off without kissing.” Draco nodded and then plunged his lips down over Harry’s. The two men’s lips met and Draco felt the firmness of Harry’s lips. It wasn’t soft and beautiful like kissing Hermione was, but was rough and untamed. He could feel Harry’s razor stubble against his face, yet he continued to kiss the man. Harry’s head fell back and Draco felt his soft warm semen drip over his hand under the muck. Harry broke loose and started to get out, but remembered Draco, who still had not cum. He was having a hard time. It felt good, but it wasn’t Hermione. He closed his eyes and remembered making love to her in the tent. Harry stroked him harder and then whispered in his ear for him to cum. Draco pretended it was Hermione’s voice and then he felt his body quake and release itself into Harry’s hand. Harry kissed him on the neck and then the moment ended. Draco jumped from the bubbling pool of molten lava and shook the red gunk off him. Harry was looking for ways out of the room. He found two black robes, hanging on hooks by a locked door and threw one to Draco while putting the other one on himself.

“There’s a door, but it’s locked. Do you have your wand?” Harry said but Draco slumped over against the wall, his body sliding down in a defeated gesture, until he sat cradling his head in his arms on the floor. He pointed to the muck, the place he knew his wand had been lost. “Hey, are you alright? Harry bent and touched Draco on the shoulder. He was weeping. Draco had never openly wept like this, but now that the floodgates had opened he couldn’t close them. Nathaniel had taken away the one thing he promised Hermione he would never do. His heart was beating fast as he recalled the events in his head.

“Kill me, Potter.”

“What? Kill you? Malfoy look. We had to do it to get out. It makes me sick too but we are fighters, you and I. We always have been. Hermione will understand this.”

“No, she won’t. Kill me. Get my fucking wand and avada my arse! I don’t want to live.” Draco cried into his arms. He wept hard and he couldn’t stop. He felt sick and ashamed of what he had done with Potter. What made it worse was the fact that he enjoyed it. Harry, sensing that, spoke softly to him, consoling him.

“I liked it too. It’s okay Draco. It doesn’t make us gay. It was a spell. We did what we had to do in order to live! Do you think you would be a better man for Hermione if you sat and allowed your insides to boil like soup in a can? You did what you had to. You made the decision, and it was the right decision. You saved my life Malfoy! Now get up and let’s get your wand and I’ll obliviate you if you want me to. You have no reason to be ashamed. We love our wives and right now our wives need us! Get the fuck up Malfoy!” Harry yelled and Draco snapped out of it.

“When this is all over we obliviate each other! It’s the only way!” Draco drove his hand into the muck and fished around, finally finding and pulling his wand out.

“Alohomora!” The door swung open.

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