Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomsticks and The Big Apple

Chapter 10

(Sex WARNING)

Luke passed by the Glamour shop. He was out of potion again, and still he had not mixed the correct brew in order to extend the invisibility potion’s effects. Forty-five minutes was the longest his potion had lasted, and low on galleons to buy new ingredients, Luke was in a bit of a quandary. He had tried to withdraw more money from his account at the wizarding bank, but the manager’s shifty eyes and stall tactics creeped him out, so he left. He was going to have to get a job. There was no way around it.

Luke curled his lip and stepped into the shop. He threw the last of his galleons down on the counter and purchased the plainest glamour disguise in the store. It was a disguise that the witchclerk said nobody had ever bought, so she gave it to him at a discounted price. It was perfect. He was Hans Lutz, a German student studying abroad in America. He was a enrolled at Westwitch and his parents had died during a freak avalanche while in Switzerland when he was only five. Luke left the Glamour shop and walked along the cobblestone road in search of employment.

His breath hitched in his throat when he saw a striking older woman sitting pretty in a limousine in front of the Dragon Witch Hotel, his father’s hotel. It was his grandmother, Narcissa, or Cissy as he called her and Luke, without thinking, offered her his hand, helping her from the stretch limo. Narcissa smiled at him and Lucius nodded politely to Luke, as he too stepped from the limo and gazed up, as if surveying his son’s hotel.

“Get their bags and escort them inside, now!” An older wizard yelled at the goblin door attendant.

“I want a raise!” The goblin shouted back, refusing to move from his post next to the door. Luke stared on bewildered. The goblin was soooo fired. Didn’t he realize that this was none other then Lucius Malfoy and his wife, his bosses parents? Luke figured the goblin for an idiot. Luke began to haul the seemingly endless amount of trunks from the trunk of the limo and with his wand, he cast a spell so that they followed alongside the Malfoy’s in a neatly packed stack.

“Thank you kind sir! Do you need a job? Because I just fired our doorman.” Luke was surprised, but he nodded. He hadn’t expected to get a job at his father’s hotel, but it solved his money problem, so he shook the plump and sweaty, wizard manager’s hand and continued to follow the Malfoy’s inside. Once at the front desk, things didn’t get any better.

“Do you know who I am? Do not assume to argue with me young lady.” Draco overheard from the lobby of the Dragon Witch Resort and Spa. He was having a long overdue meeting with the head Auror at the Ministry about possible ways of finding his lost son, when he spotted his Father and Mother. He excused himself, making his way to greet his parents warmly.

“Father, what seems to be the trouble?” Draco asked, kissing his mother’s cheek.

“Your staff, Draco. All except for this fine young wizard who took our bags, the rest have been quite rude upon our arrival. This young woman tried to put us in a regular room! When I expressed my disapproval at such a small room she rolled her eyes at me.” Draco glared at the front desk manager.

“You’re fired,” Draco said bluntly and the witch’s mouth was agape. The witch apologized and Draco shook his head, clearly miffed and embarrassed in front of his parents and again told her she was fired and she should collect her things and leave immediately. Truthfully, he would have fired her even if it hadn’t been his parents but that fact just compounded his desire to fire her on the spot. He gave them the suite just below the penthouse and Luke took their bags up to their room. He was handed a generous tip, and Lucius complimented him on his services. Luke rode the elevator back down and went to work at his new post, as doorman of the swankiest hotel in the city.

From his post, he could see the Joke Shop, and that meant he could see Drucilla from his vantage point. She always had a rosy glow over her face and Luke felt warm inside thinking about the kiss that they shared only the day before. Perhaps on his break he would go talk to the young witch again. Maybe even steal a second kiss, but this time as Hans Lutz. He stood for an hour or so just watching Drew behind the counter at her father’s shop. He would open the door for the arriving guests. Call a carriage or a limo for departing guests, it all seemed to be running smooth, until Draco walked out the doors.

Luke held the door open for his father, his heart beating quickly as Draco walked by him. It was evening now and the fog had rolled in, as it usually did in early December on The Strip. A light mist fell and Draco buttoned his coat up, the collar riding high up on his neck. Luke watched as his father lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

“Gloomy weather isn’t it. Remind me to have Fritz give you an overcoat. Catch your death of cold out here,” Draco said to Luke. Luke replied with a curt nod. “You want one?” Draco held his cigarette pack out to Hans and Luke’s eyes grew wide. He took it graciously and lit it, trying not to cough as he shared a cigarette with his father.

“The guests all seem to brag about you, my Father and Mother included. As soon as we fill this position, I’d like to move you up the ranks a bit. I have some serious problems with management here, but I just don’t have the time to sort it all out just now.”

“Thank you sir, that is most kind,” Luke said in a german accent. “It must be difficult being a Minister and running a hotel at the same time.”

“It’s not that. My son ran away. In fact, let me show you a picture of him in case you should see him. Seventh year student, right?” Draco asked.

“Yes, sir. I attend Westwitch,” Luke repeated, staying with the cover the glamour store gave him.

“My son is younger then you, good kid, but lonely and I’d do just about anything to bring him home.” Draco teared up at this and Luke felt like he was going to cry too.

“Perhaps he is just spreading his wings a bit and he will return home when he is ready.” Luke tried to console Draco. Draco nodded and took another drag of his cigarette.

“I just wish I could tell him how much I love him. How much he means to me. How proud I always was of him.” Draco stomped his cigarette out and Luke could definitely see tears in his eyes. Suddenly a man was clearing his throat and Luke spun his head around to see Lucius standing at the door. He ushered the man out and stood at his post.

“Draco, both Narcissa and I are deeply concerned about Lucius’s disappearance. Still, he does remind me a lot of you when you were young. You ran away a couple of times, though you never got far. Once we found you at the Malfoy Estate on the Loch in Scotland. You had somehow managed to get yourself all the way from the Manor. Judging by the state that your broom was in, you flew there. I remember being angry but proud that you had made it so far.”

“I don’t remember that Father.”

“Yes, yes ask your mother. You were only eight years old.”

“Why did I run away?” Draco asked his father.

“I caught you brewing a particularly nasty smelling potion that spilled out and burned right through the floor. By the way you blushed, I assumed it was a love potion. You had a bit of a crush on a muggle-born girl that you met at the park one day when the house elf took you to play. Of course we didn’t want to encourage that, so we punished you.”

“Yes, I do remember that now. You gave me a good paddling. I was so sore that I could barely sit on my broom and in fact fell off of it and crashed more than once.”

Luke took this all in. So his father had run away too? And he apparently did in fact like potions.

“Yes, well I admit that it was probably not the correct response. Tell me, did you give Lucius a good throttling? Is that why he left home?” Draco scoffed at his father’s question.

“I don’t strike my kids.”

“Maybe you should have.”

“Father, what was this urgency you spoke of in your owl?” Draco said trying to change the subject.

“Ah, yes, Draco. Gotten to that have we?”

“You said it was urgent you speak to me,” Draco replied.

“Just promise me you will remain calm when I say what it is I have to say.” Draco had a sinking feeling he wasn’t going to like what his father had to say.

“Go on father. I can’t promise that, and you know it.”

“I had a visitor. I was sitting on the back veranda having a spot of tea and watching all the pretty birds in the bird atrium.”

“Yes, father I am well aware of your fascination with bird watching. The grounds of The Manor have never been the same what with all the droppings.”

“Nonsense. I found a spell that works on the mess. As I was saying though….It was a beautiful sunny day, which is rare in England, I don’t have to tell you that. Without a shred of forewarning, a black raven landed upon the chair next to me.” Draco suddenly didn’t like where this was going. “It was of course the animagus of your older brother.” Luke choked on his own spit at hearing this and Draco and Lucius both shot the door attendant a quick glance. Older brother? His father had an older brother? Draco was the younger son, like himself? This all hit Luke like a ton of bricks. He eagerly listened though.

“So, finally found him did you? So what did my raping brother Nathaniel want?”

“Draco, please. You know where I stand in regards to Nathaniel.”

“How does this relate to me Father? What you do with your son has no bearing on my life, and I have greater worries right now what with Christmas right around the corner and my son not at home. Hermione is a mess too. She was putting on a brave act for you both, but she cries herself to sleep every night.”

“I know and I promise you that while here, I too will join your search. Draco there is no easy way to say this so I will just say it. Nathaniel is living here now.” Draco’s head spun around so fast and his eyes narrowed.

“Here? As in America, or as in New York City?”

“Here, here. He took a job at Westwitch. Scorpius and Lucius go to Coney Island though right?”

“What! No! No, they go to Westwitch! Coney Island is a Dark Arts school. Hermione didn’t want them going to that school.”

“Such a shame. I have a great friend who graduated from Coney Island. He was a riot and very good with the, as you put it, Dark Arts. He’s a proprietor at the ancient artifacts museum in Brussels. Fine chap if I do say so myself,” Lucius rambled.

“Father! Nathaniel is a teacher at Westwitch? Hermione works there too you know!”

“Yes, yes, but it’s okay. He’s changed Draco. He met a witch who runs a shop down here and she coaxed him into getting the counseling he needed.”

“Listen here, Father! I will kill him if he comes anywhere close to my family. I have to find Luke and leave this country now. My family is not safe here. That or kill the fucker.” Luke couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He’d never seen Draco so angry in all of his life. He was positively seething at the thought of his ….brother…being in the city and teaching at Westwitch.

“He was discharged and cleared Draco! He worked with healer’s here in America for years. I tell you, he is not the same person anymore. He was calm and collected. He even hugged me before he left and told me he forgave me! You cannot fathom how enormous a gesture that was to me Draco.”

“Yeah? I’m happy for you Father, but I cannot ever forget what he did to Hermione. Which Professor is he? Hermione has said nothing about Nathaniel teaching at the Academy.”

“He was badly scarred by the vampires as you know. I suspect he uses glamours to hide the scars.”

“I shall be paying a visit to Westwitch tomorrow. Please don’t tell Hermione about this. She has enough on her mind with Luke missing. Hopefully we can sort this all out quietly and send him away for a good long time.”

“Draco, you’re not hearing me son. He has been cleared. He is doing nothing wrong.”

“You do things your way Father and I’ll do them my way.” Suddenly Hermione bounded through the door without waiting for the doorman to open it for her. Draco and Lucius clammed up upon her arrival.

“What did I miss? You looked to be deep in conversation,” Hermione said with suspicion.

“Nothing sweet pea. Are you ready then?” Draco took Hermione by the hand.

“Enjoy spending time with Scorpius, Father. Hermione and I are going to hand out some flyers with Luke’s picture to the businesses on The Strip. Hopefully someone will have seen him and then we can all share a happy Christmas together,” Draco said and Hermione frowned. They walked off into the foggy mist leaving Lucius behind.

Three hours later Draco and Hermione returned. Luke had just been relieved of his shift and was intent on heading back to the motel when Hermione stumbled and nearly fell. Luke caught his mother before she hit the stone pavement.

“Thank you. My feet are blistered and I’m exhausted. I guess I wasn’t watching my step.”

“Come on Hermione let’s get you upstairs and into bed,” Draco said helping his wife through the door of the hotel and into the lobby. He stopped to speak to Hans.

“It’s pretty late, I’m sure your parents will be missing you,” Draco said putting his hand on the boys shoulder. Luke was beginning to tremble at his father’s touch. He wanted to hug him. He wanted to throw his arms around his Dad and hug him and tell him how sorry he was for leaving. Instead, he found himself repeating the lie that the glamour store had given him for his persona.

“My parents died in an avalanche when I was five. I’m on my own.” Draco looked at him sympathetically. In his mind, this boy was as lost as his son, Luke. He couldn’t imagine having nobody at such a young age.

“Where do you stay on weekends and holidays?”

“Oh…I-Uh-I… live in a motel not far from here.”

“No. Not anymore you don’t. Come inside and I will hook you up with a room. I won’t have one of my employees living in some ruddy motel. Room and board is included with your job. Thank you for being polite to my family too. I see great things in your future, if you stay and work here. Come see me tomorrow. I have a management job that needs filled right away. I think you would be perfect for it.” Hans smiled at Draco and followed him inside. It was weird for Luke, putting on this façade with his Father, but the idea of getting out of that motel appealed to him greatly. He had a lot of things to think about, as he lay in the plush and comfortable bed at the Dragon Witch. For one, he knew exactly who Nathaniel was, and he needed to talk to him in the morning. He needed answers.

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“What is that bloody racket?” Draco said closing the door of the penthouse. His parents were leisurely reading on the sofa as if they didn’t hear the blaring noise.

“Welcome back Draco,” Narcissa smiled at her son.

“Your parents gave Scorpius a guitar. If Luke were here we would be hearing drums too,” Hermione said with a slight smirk of her own. Draco stopped and listened and was amazed that Scorpius actually sounded rather good, especially for someone just picking up an instrument. He started back towards his son’s room when Hermione stopped him.

“Don’t go in there. Persephone is in there with him.” Draco looked at Hermione like she was ready to be committed to St. Mungo’s. It wasn’t long ago that she almost hexed Scorpius for having Violetta Longbottom in his room, yet now she was allowing this Persephone, access to Scorpius’s room without a chaperone?

“Look, Scorpius told me that they aren’t going to have sex. They decided they want to wait and build more of a relationship before taking that step.”

“He’s a fifteen year old boy? You believed him,” Draco said laughing.

“No. But I believed Persephone,” Hermione answered. Draco pulled her in close and kissed down her neck.

“You didn’t want to wait, if I recall correctly. I had your knickers off just like that.” Draco growled in her ear and continued sucking on her neck. Hermione flushed with heat at her husband’s touch.

“It wasn’t quite as easy as all that Draco.” Hermione moved her hand up his shirt and Draco shivered at feeling her fingers caressing his chest.

“Yes it was sweet pea. Remember our first broom ride? I nearly came in my pants at feeling what was under those cotton panties. You were so wet for me,” he said in a husky voice while his hand roamed up Hermione’s skirt.

“Draco, we’re in the hall outside our son’s room and your parents are sitting in the lounge.”

“Tell me the truth Malfoy…Could you feel my hard cock up against your back that day? Could you feel how much I wanted to fuck you while I brought you to orgasm?” Draco pushed himself against Hermione at that and she could feel the tight bulge in his pants up against her leg. That time on the broom was the first orgasm she had ever experienced with a man, while they flew high over the Forbidden Forest, Draco’s fingers pleasuring her while she flew a broom for the first time.

The playing stopped in Scorpius’s room and things got quiet.

“On second thought, maybe you have a point. Let’s make them come out of there.” Hermione tried to move away from Draco but he wouldn’t let her go.. Instead, he opened the door to the empty room behind them and pushed Hermione inside, slamming the door with his foot.

“Don’t you want to feel my big dick slide into you baby?” Draco reached up Hermione’s skirt and slid his hand down her pants. Just like their first time on Draco’s Firebolt, Hermione found herself losing her sanity. All she could see or feel was Draco as his expert fingers rubbed and explored her wetness.

“Oh, Draco, don’t stop,” Hermione, said in a low moan. He leaned her back on the bed and spread her legs, climbing in between them and then his tongue was exploring her folds as Hermione’s legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his neck. Her feet were clasped behind his head as Draco moved his head in circles, his tongue following the motion. Hermione hands were roughly in his hair, guiding him where she wanted to feel him. She was moaning loudly now and Draco was spurred on by his own mounting lust. He brought her to orgasm and then slid his finger into her and Hermione gasped. Her juices were dripping allover his hand as he once again brought her to a plateau of tingling and lust filled sensations.

“Fuck me Draco. I need to feel your hard cock in me. Oh baby, give it to me,” Hermione wailed and Draco smirked widely leaning up from between her legs. He loved it when she begged for him. He unbuckled his pants and plunged himself into her cave and Hermione reached up behind his head and yanked him down over top of her.

“Oh, God…Oh God…It hasn’t felt this good in so long…Oh God…Draco…don’t stop fucking me…EVER!” Hermione blurted out and now Draco was moaning loudly in her ear calling out her name as he slammed into her, his engorged rod sliding in and out of her wet heat. He came in her hard. His orgasm almost hurt from the sheer force of his climax and he drove his hips into Hermione as deep as he could, leaning up high on his arms in order to drive every bit of length into her. He couldn’t hold out when his wife said those magic words. Words that led to his own happiness and that of his family. He collapsed over top of her, too tired to even move off of her, but Hermione didn’t mind the weight on her. She had needed Draco like this for so long and the closeness she felt took away the pain of losing her son, if only for the here and now. She loved this man with all of her heart.

“I love you too,” Draco said and Hermione smiled. She hadn’t said it, but he knew her well enough by now to know just what she was thinking at any given time.

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“Scorpius we promised your Mum.” Persephone said lying under Scorpius on his bed. They had been kissing for the past ten minutes and Scorpius was becoming ever the more amorous. She could feel his hard on through his pants and Persephone herself was feeling sensations she didn’t even know existed as she kissed her boyfriend tenderly and romantically.

“We won’t, don’t worry. I just want to feel you. God you taste so good.” Scorpius pressed his erection, hard, into her abdomen. He spread her legs apart, pivoting on his knees and wrapped his arms around the petite girls middle, pulling her into him while he kissed her neck.

“Scorps…I’ve never felt like this about a boy.”

“I know me either, about a girl though.” he chuckled. “I think I love you Persephone. I know I’d never do anything to hurt you and I don’t even want to have sex with you. I mean I do…but you know, not until you are ready.” Persephone wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, a smile plastered to her face.

“I think I love you too. I wish there was a way that we could make love without making love. I still think I’m too young to go all the way.” Scorpius smiled down at her and kissed her chin.

“I have an idea. Just close your eyes.” Scorpius moved tighter between her legs and pushed his erection into her groin. Their parts were lined up, though the fabric of clothes covered them, preventing actual penetration. He pushed against her again and moved up and down and in and out in simulated motion. Persephone moaned and kissed Scorpius’s neck. They moved together rubbing and pushing and grinding and Scorpius heard the most beautiful sounds escaping her lips. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open and he watched as he moved over top of her as she came in her cotton panties. When she did this, he came too. She looked up at him blushing and Scorpius blushed too. He was a bit embarrassed when he stood up and noticed the wet sticky stain in his pants until she spoke.

“I really liked that. We should do that again soon.” Scorpius grabbed clean clothes and changed in the bathroom and then returned to playing his new guitar while Persephone looked on, like a love struck puppy dog at the blond teen as he strummed and played.

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Luke awoke and spared no time in getting to school. It was Monday morning, a new week at Westwitch Academy and he knew he wanted to talk to Professor Masterson, his Uncle apparently, as weird as it felt to Luke. He wanted to ask him just why his Father wanted to kill him. Wearing the Glamour disguise of Hans Lutz, he made his way into Professor Masterson History of Magic classroom. The Professor was dressed in black robes and was grading papers at his desk. He looked up and smiled.

“Luke, so good of you to visit.”

“How did you know it was me?” Luke said examining the disguise. He couldn’t understand how the Professor knew it was him.

“The witch I told you about. The one I feel in love with…Well..She and I own Glamour store…the shop you purchased that disguise from,” Nathaniel laughed. “In fact I made Hans Lutz.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.”

“You weren’t supposed to know since I never told you. Come and sit down Luke. Gave up on the invisibility potion?”

“No, I just ran out of money for ingredients, and had to get a job. If I could just make the potion last longer it wouldn’t be so costly to brew.”

“I’m sure you will figure it out in time. You could ask your Father to help you. As I said, potions were his specialty. I always thought he would have made it more of an emphasis of his life.”

“About my Father….I know who you are, Uncle Nathaniel.” Professor Masterson’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull, but he quickly recovered.

“I see. I bet that leaves you with many questions?”

“Yes it does. I overheard my father telling my Grandpa that you hurt my mother.” Luke observed the Professor’s face as it fell and became sorrowful, almost morose.

“Yes, I did. As I said, I was pretty messed up before I received help. It was a long way back to who you see before you now.”

“Do you want to hurt me?” Luke asked. The thought had occurred to him, even though the man he knew as Professor Masterson was gentle and kind and helpful. Someone he could talk to.

“I only want to help you Luke. I’ll not hurt you or anyone else in your family. I want my brother back. Unlike you, I never grew up having a brother. I never had those moments that two bothers share. I never got to help my brother beat up a bully, or play quidditch with him in the yard, or any of the things that brothers do. I made amends with my Father, your Grandpa, but I still need Draco’s forgiveness in order to really make a full recovery. I know I don’t deserve it, yet I do want it very much.” Luke sat silently, trying to interpret what it was he was hearing. Hermione suddenly walked into the Professor’s classroom carrying a stack of parchment.

“Has my husband been in to speak with you yet?” Hermione nodded to Hans but dismissed him.

“No Professor Malfoy. I didn’t know that I should expect a visit from your husband today.”

“Yes well I’m not quite sure why, but he is interviewing all of the Professor’s here today. Says it was an idea the aurors suggested, maybe as a means of finding Luke.” Nathaniel looked directly at Luke and spoke.

“I think Luke is going to have to be the one to make the decision to come home. Though he’s probably right under all of our noses as we speak.”

“Yes, he’s such a bright boy. I just want him home before Christmas. I can’t even think about the holidays without Luke being home. Well, I’m sorry to disturb your tutoring session. I just wanted to warn you that Draco is on the warpath today. You’ve been so friendly to me that I should probably apologize up front if he is abrasive or rude. That’s kind of Draco’s way sometimes.” Hermione smiled inwardly at that and Nathaniel caught the meaning. He too had that side to himself, though these days he was a much calmer and rational man.

Hermione left and not two minutes later Draco threw the door open. He sauntered over to the Professor as Luke watched.

“Han’s? What a surprise to see you here. I apologize for interrupting, but I just have a brief matter I need to discuss with Professor Masterson, if I may borrow him for a moment.” The Headmaster had refused Draco’s request, that he divulge anything about any of his Professor’s. Draco had left the Headmaster’s office in a huff and had decided that he would run his own investigation. He would find the imposter in his own way, with or without the school’s help. This was his second to last stop and thus far all of the Professor’s had passed the Legilimen’s test.

Draco walked straight up to the Professor and gazed into his eyes deeply. Draco still used his wand for most charms and spells, but through the years, he had learned quite a bit of wandless magic, unfortunately it was the Dark Arts that he excelled at. Things like slamming doors with his mind or legilimency and occulmency he was a master at, while patronuses and other lighter magic, he still had the need for his wand. He whispered the spell and pierced the man’s eyes with his own, forcing himself in. He was stunned when he was pushed out of Professor Masterson’s mind with such force that Draco took two steps backwards.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea that is what you were going to do. It was my instinct to push you back. I’m a very skilled Occulmens.” The Professor smiled warmly at Draco and he knew this could not be Nathaniel. Hermione had gushed on and on about what a nice person Neil Masterson was. There was no way Neil Masterson, History of Magic Professor, was Nathaniel Malfoy, raised by vampires and mind rapist. Draco turned to leave.

“Draco…” Nathaniel said and Draco spun around. “You found me… brother.”

“Han’s please leave us. We have unfinished business.” Draco ordered the boy as he raised his wand against a defenseless Nathaniel.

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So, this chapter obviously relates back to Broomsticks and Bedfellows and also Broomsticks and Bondage in the Draco/Hermione love scene. WTG Jen Hoffman and Windskii for catching the references in the previous chapter to the fact that Professor Masterson is indeed Nathaniel, Draco’s older brother, who was cast down a well by Lucius Malfoy on Voldemort’s orders, when he was a baby and left to the vampires to raise, only to come back later and take revenge on Draco and family. (In case you didn’t read Bedfellows that’s the basic plot, so there it is) I’m thinking I will finish this story before finishing Merlin’s Coven, but who knows.

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