Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Broomsticks and the Wizards Gauntlet

Chapter 11

“Give me that!” Narcissa Malfoy shrieked at Blaise Zabini. He was reading The Daily Prophet, with a look of miffed and shocked horror on his face. Narcissa Malfoy snatched it from his hands and her eyes narrowed, when she read the false story about her only son being a louse and an adulterer. When Hermione entered the room, with a cooing baby Jillian in her arms, Narcissa dropped the paper, as if it was on fire and kicked it under the couch with her foot.

“What was that?” Hermione asked.

“What was what Dear?” Narcissa tried to smile through quivering lips.

“You just kicked something under the couch when you saw me come in!” Hermione passed the baby off to Blaise, who bounced her in his arms when she started to whimper.

“Nonsense, Dear.”

“Cissy! Move your legs so I can see what you’re hiding.” Narcissa clamped her legs shut in front of her while Hermione squatted and reached around the woman’s thin, toned legs. She ripped the paper out from under the couch and collapsed on her bum to read it. Hermione threw the paper down.

“Blaise, will you retrieve my son’s from Hogwarts?” Blaise handed Hermione the baby back and nodded. He stood there for approximately two seconds staring at Hermione, sympathy written all over his face when Hermione turned on him.

“Now, Blaise! Now! Chop chop!” Blaise snapped out of it with a startled look on his face and then spun on his heels and disappeared.

“I’ll hex her titt’s off,” Narcissa said with a curled lip. “That Rita Skeeter messed with the wrong witch this time.”

“This isn’t Skeeter, not this time. Whoever has Draco is responsible for this. I need to speak with Harry. This complicates things,” Hermione said aloud, though she was really talking to herself.

A popping noise echoed through Serenity and both Narcissa and Hermione looked up to see Harry and Ginny Potter along with the Leprechaun standing in the kitchen.

“Look mate; take your pot ‘o gold and get out of our lives. Ginny and I are back together, so get it through your thick Irish skull!” Harry was fuming. “Hi ‘Mione. We saw The Daily Prophet and I knew you’d need my help, so we came. Unfortunately, we were in the midst of some unpleasantness. I’ll just be a minute.”

“And by the way. You should have caught the snitch against Bulgaria. There was no excuse for losing to that old and decrepit seeker.”

“Leprechaun…I’m sorry, but you and I were never serious. Didn’t you get it when I feigned a headache for a month straight? Any normal wizard would realize that their girlfriend was cheating on them with some other wizard. I’m sorry, but Harry and I just click.”

“Ye all mental, ye know that?!” With that, Ginny’s former boyfriend apparrated out. Harry and Ginny blushed and took a seat in the family room.

“I’m not going to even ask! Harry, Draco’s been taken, and if I’m correct, Persephone too. We have to find them!”

“We will ‘Mione, I promise. Don’t forget though. We have a Gauntlet tonight.”

Hermione had forgotten about that. Word had spread though, and there was no way they could cancel it. Obviously, someone knew that Luna and her kids were staying at the Malfoy’s. They had to get her out of Britain. The time was now, whether Draco was missing or not. Hermione had spent half the night figuring out how to get the glowing words off Jessie’s forehead. She did at last succeed, by using muggle fingernail polish remover. The girl had complained that it smelled bad, but Hermione was astonished to see that it actually worked, and the word “squib” was permanently removed from the girls body. She had then spent the rest of the night worrying about Draco, and patiently waiting for him to come home. Nobody really saw him leave. He was there one minute and gone the next. They had all hoped that he had left on some lead, but Hermione knew better. Draco always said goodbye before he left. Then when he didn’t show up by bedtime, she was in a full panic. She wore a hole in the rug in their bedchamber from pacing. She had to glamour herself in the morning because she had dark circles and bloodshot eyes from worrying and pacing, wishing that Draco would come back.

“I’ll be there Harry. Please though, let’s put our heads together and figure this out. Narcissa, have you heard from Lucius? I think Draco was onto something about this potions chain.”

POP

Blaise was standing with his arms on both Luke and Scorpius’s shoulders.

“Boys! Come give your Mum a hug. I have a bit of shocking news.”

“We already know Mum. Luke showed me the paper at breakfast this morning. Is my wife okay? Is Dad alright? What’s going on?” Scorpius asked.

Hermione went over the facts with the boys and Luke seemed to pause on the part about Ancient Apothecary, potions chain.

“Blaise, come to my father’s library and fill me on what Dad knew about the chain.” Luke said in a commanding voice. Blaise didn’t even wink as he followed the young Malfoy into the library. It seemed so natural. He was used to taking orders from Draco and Luke was just like Draco in his ability to lead. Hermione noticed it too and while she was proud of her younger son, it just made her miss Draco even the more.

“I have an idea Mum. I can do some damage control here,” Scorpius said.

“Scorpius that’s sweet of you, but I don’t want you mixed up in this. I love you too much and Draco would never allow you to put yourself in harms way.”

“It’s my wife that’s missing too, Mum! Now, I’m not asking. I’m nearly of age and it’s time I start living my own life. My father taught me that I should protect the family that I love, and he taught me it well. So, I have a plan to save Dad’s reputation and Sapphires too. I’ll not let some snarling she-devil, ruin Dad’s chances at reelection and my wife did nothing to be dragged through the mud like this.” Hermione opened her mouth to speak but Narcissa cut her off.

“He’s right Hermione. Let the boy speak,” she said.

“Thank you, Grandmother. Who in this family has as much, if not more, notoriety as Dad?” Scorpius looked to his Mum and his grandmother. “Me, that’s who. I’ll call the reporters here and have a press conference. I’ll hold a free concert for all witches and wizards. Like a free the squib concert as part of Dad’s campaign. I’ll dismiss the story about Dad and my wife, because it’s utterly preposterous, and that will trump any negative perceptions in the hearts and minds of his constituency. So, get me a quill and some parchment and I’ll send for the reporters now. I want my wife back though, so if you think you’re going to leave me out of any plans you have, you are sadly mistaken. So…talk! Where is Sapphire and Dad?”

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Draco woke with the teenage wife of his son’s, nestled against his chest. Despite being completely blindsided by Sapphire the night before when she had confessed having erotic thoughts about Draco, he felt comfortable with the girl in his arms. Almost like a father protecting his daughter. That is after all, how he had always viewed her. She stirred and slowly opened her eyes.

“Morning,” she said sitting up and rubbing her eyes. A spider crawled up the wall next to her and Draco saw it at the same time she did. He smacked it with his hand and Sapphire’s body relaxed again. “I had the strangest dream.”

“Maybe you should keep it to yourself,” Draco piped in. She laughed.

“Oh! It wasn’t that kind of dream. I dreamt about Scorpius. He needed me. Mr. Malfoy, we need to get out of here!”

“Shhh, do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“That…That humming.”

“Yeah, it gets louder around mid morning.” He bolted to his feet and started scanning the walls and the ceiling.

“Do you see something? Can I help you look?”

“I know where we are! At least, I know what type of a building we are in. This is an apothecary. That humming is the electric boiler. I have one just like it in my Potions shop.”

“Boiler? I thought potions were made in cauldrons?”

“Yes, yes! It’s a great cauldron! When you mass market potions you don’t use small cauldrons like you would in a classroom. What boggles the mind though, is the fact that I don’t see a drain down here. After the potion is stirred and brewed, per the recipe requires, the potion is released down a drain to cool and then packaged into bottles. From there the bottles are boxed and stamped with its destination. The humming is coming from above us, so there must be a drain in this dark cell somewhere.

Draco searched frantically for the drain that he knew had to be there.

“Draco! Over here! I remember the first day I was here there was a gushing sound and it was coming from this corner.” Draco ignored the fact that Sapphire just called him Draco, rather then Mr. Malfoy, like she usually did.

“You found it! Good job!” Draco inspected the drain, sticking his head inside and gazing upwards. He could hear the humming sound again, only louder. He knew the huge potion boiler in the room above them was close to being finished.

“I need to clog the drain. It will cause an explosion and we can escape.”

“How do you know?”

“Because, this rain as you called it isn’t rain at all. It’s fertility potion. I brew something similar in my own apothecary. If fertility potion isn’t drained as soon as its ready, it explodes. I need to clog the drain, but what can I use? Shit! We don’t have much time. You said you heard gushing three days ago. This potion takes three days to brew! Unless you want to spend another three days in here, I suggest you help me think of something quickly. We won’t have another chance to escape until they brew another batch. Fuck!” Draco cursed.

“Our clothes! We can clog the drain with our clothes!” Persephone shouted. She started stripping off her shirt at that, but Draco pulled her blouse closed.

“Oh, no. I don’t need unclean thoughts swimming around in my head too, Missy. Let me.” Draco started taking his shirt off and Persephone stared. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help it. “Perhaps you should turn around,” Draco said blushing. She did as he asked.

“I think I’m just feeling less desirable to Scorpius as of late and that’s why I would fantasize about you taking me on a deserted beach. Oh, and also the fantasy about you tying me up and having your way with me. That one was quite erotic. I love Scorpius though. He was wrong though, you know. You do have the bigger dick, but you make the same face when you come…and when I saw you, it reminded me of how much I want to please Scorpius, and how insecure I feel about all the girls that literally throw themselves at him! How does your wife handle it? I mean, I’m literally green with jealousy!”

“Persephone….SHUT UP! I’m a happily married man, yet I’m still a man. You can’t talk this way to a man, without doing unnatural things to him. It’s involuntary, so please, stop talking about having sex with me!”

Persephone turned around at this, to see Draco standing there, in only his boxers, stuffing his clothes up the drainage chute. She blushed when she saw what Draco meant. He had a growing bulge in his pants. He turned around after he had stuffed his shirt and his shoes and his pants and his socks, up the chute. All he had left was his boxers. He ran his fingers under the waistband and then stopped.

“Persephone. Scorpius was away almost all of last year playing quidditch. You said yourself, that all the attention he receives from the girls makes you insecure. You lived in my house and I fed you and protected you, while Scorpius was away. This is why you had the fantasies. I cared for you, when you felt insecure and alone. It’s misplaced appreciation is all you are feeling. Does that make sense?” Persephone threw her arms around Draco’s neck and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you! You are so right! I really want to screw Scorpius. I mean I really, really want to feel him inside me. I want to feel the warmth and the love that only he gives me. Oh thank you Mr. Malfoy! I don’t want you!” Draco pried the girls arms off his neck, feeling like she was entirely too close to him in such a vulnerable state of undress.

“I’m glad we established that. Now strip.”

Persephone’s eyes went wide.

“What?”

“Take your clothes off. Neither of us want to have mad passionate sex on a beach and I won’t be tying you up. I reserve that for my wife,” Draco mumbled the last part under his breath. “So strip. I don’t have enough clothes to clog the drain sufficiently and we don’t have time to stand here and discuss it. Take your clothes off and hand them to me. I can wedge them up the chute,” Draco said turning his eyes away from the girl.

Persephone began to remove her clothes article by article, handing them to Draco. He stuffed them up the chute and kept holding his hand out for the next piece. When Persephone got down to only her bra and panties she stopped.

“I need one more article of clothing. That should seal the chute and cause an explosion above when it can’t drain.”

“Mr. Malfoy…Which do you want, my bra or panties?” Draco beat his fist on the pipe in frustration. He couldn’t imagine a more fucked up situation, then having to tell his son’s beloved wife to take either her bra or panties off. It felt, perverted and sick. So, he did the only thing he could do. He removed his boxers while Persephone gaped. He shoved them up the chute and then a few seconds later the potion began to drain. The clog in the chute held and suddenly the walls began to shake. The rock around them began to crumble and fall as the ceiling above began to give way. Fertility potion was raining down on them, as a loud hum turned into an ear deafening roar. Draco lost his footing and fell on his back as pebbles and stones fell on him. A giant explosion knocked Persephone onto Draco, where he found himself laying completely naked underneath his daughter in law, who was scantily clad. The ceiling continued to cave in and Draco could see a rather large hole forming above them, as larger chunks began to fall.

“This is wrong on so many levels. I’m sorry,” Draco murmured as he wrapped his arms around Persephone tightly. In one swift move, he rolled the girl over, just as the huge boiler came crashing down next to them, leaving a gaping hole in the ceiling above. He was now laying over his daughter in law. “That was entirely too close,” he whispered, before springing off the girl and helping her to her feet.

“I thought for a moment…I…Uhhh…You just saved my life! That would have flattened me!”

“No time. Come on. We have to get out of here!” Draco ran to where the hole in the ceiling was. He held his hand out to Persephone and she grabbed it. There was no time to explain, the entire cell was going to be buried in rubble, so he did what he needed to do without asking for permission. He heaved the girl into his arms and lifted her above his head. Her legs flailed as Draco heaved her up onto his shoulders. He was now face to face with a pair of pink lace panties, and he turned his head to side as to avoid looking at her.

“I’m going to grab your legs and push. You have to pull yourself up through the hole. Ready?”
“Yeah, hold on let me get my hand…” Draco couldn’t wait. He could smell fire. He shoved her as hard as he could and was relieved when he saw the girl catapulted through the hole in the floor. She leaned over the hole from above.

“How are you going to get up?” Draco jumped and caught on by two fingers. He swung and then pulled himself up, his arms scraping against the jagged rock. He was naked and cut and bleeding, but alive. The store burst into flames, the fire sweeping to the potions pantry where another explosion occurred. Draco grabbed Persephone’s hand and dove for the door of the apothecary, just as the explosion rocketed the entire shop. Ash and soot and foul smelling potions continued to burn as the naked pair found themselves lying on the ground in Diagon Alley, with a crowd of bystanders gazing on. Thankfully, his noticeable and recognizable blond head was disguised by the ash and soot that covered their bodies. Draco stood up; naked as the day he was born, and wrapped his arms around Persephone once again.

POP

They landed on the terrace of Serenity. Draco immediately reached for the white linen table cloth, where the Malfoy’s ate their breakfast on nice warm spring and summer days. He ripped it in half and wrapped the cloth around his waist, before draping the other half around Persephone, just as Hermione and the rest of the Malfoy’s appeared.

“Oh Draco!” Hermione threw her arms around her husband. She held his head in her hands and kissed his lips tenderly. “I was so worried. I was frantic! What…where are your clothes?”

“Sapphire? What happened? Why are you naked?” Scorpius said drawing his wife into his chest.

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