The Scorpions Kiss

Don’t own a thing Jk Rowling does  Okay like I said some darkness but essential to the plot.



Chapter 12- A New Order



Harry and Ron journeyed through the night, their hands and feet were nearly frostbitten as they pressed on. The air was chilly and the wind howled through the haunting trees as they walked through the deserted Romanian town. They had left home for Transylvania nearly a month ago in search of the Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt. Leads had been few and far between but they finally received a break when a frail woman with jet black hair approached them. She asked for food and Ron reached into his knapsack and handed her a piece of bread he had been saving for he and Harry. The woman told them she had seen that which they searched for. When Harry had asked her if she knew where she pointed at a sign by the dirt road that said Bolsheven 5km. Harry and Ron had thanked her and proceeded to walk the five kilometers, rather then fly or apparrate, as not to draw attention to themselves, they already stood out too much with their Wizard clothes and foreign accents.



“You know this is vampire country Ron so stay alert.” Harry said to Ron as they made their way up a hill in the road. The trees had grown darker in this particular stretch of Romanian back country. Ron thought he saw several pairs of eyes looking at them as they walked.



“Harry I really don’t like this road, I hope we are almost there.”



“Well the good news is I think we are. The bad news is it doesn’t look much better.” Harry said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.



They scanned a couple of the grave markers and found that most had died by being impaled as revolting as the thought was to them.



“This one was killed by Vlad the Impaler as well Harry,” Ron said.



“Who is this Vlad the Impaler anyways, he sure was a wicked S.O.B,” Ron said jumping in fright as he thought he felt a cob web on his arm.



“I think Vlad the Impaler is actually another name for Dracula Ron. I read about it in a muggle book once.” Harry said, as they made their way down to an older section of the graveyard.



“Well that’s comforting Harry, sorry I asked. Are you sure that crazy old hag knew what she was talking about when she sent us here? For all we know this is a wild goose chase.” Ron said.



“Or a trap even.” Harry said. The thought had occurred to him during their five kilometer trek down the pot holed dirt road.



That’s when they heard the haunting cries of the Minister of Magic. Ron and Harry both ducked down behind a tombstone and peered over it cautiously.



“Is he up to the task or not? My patience is growing weary Lucius. “ Harry and Ron’s heads turned to face each other at hearing this.



“He will do all that it is required Mistress.” Lucius was talking to a tall lean striking woman with long wavy ebony locks. Her face was ghostly white and her skin looked translucent as it shone in the full moon; her lips bright red.



“The moon is full tonight. By the next cycle it must be done. You will bring him here when the moon is waning and it will be done and then you will be granted that which you so desire. Now go.” She glided over Lucius and down into a crypt where they again heard the screams of the Minister of Magic, Kinglsey Shacklebolt.



Lucius held the black ball in his hands as he rubbed it once again, wand pointing at the ball as it burst into purple light and then went black again.



“A new age for Wizards are upon us!” Lucius cried into the wind as he threw his arms into the air and spun around in circles. The Minister of Magic was again screaming in agony as Harry and Ron watched on.



“Ron we have to do something that woman is killing him in there!?” Harry whispered as they watched Lucius Malfoy turn on his heels and with a pop he disappeared out of sight.



“Harry I am afraid he is already dead. I don’t think we can help him we were too late.” Ron’s voice, full of empathy for the man who continued to scream out and then fell silent.



The tall woman came out of the crypt now and Ron ducked down behind the gravestone while Harry squinted to see.



“Oh no Ron! This is worse then we thought.” The striking woman turned her head in their direction and within seconds was on top of them.



“Quick Ron we have to disapparrate NOW!” And with that they too popped out of sight.



Harry and Ron sat on the road several miles away now in complete shock and terror at what they had just seen. The woman could fly like Voldemort could. What did this mean? In the brief moments before they had disapparrated, Harry and Ron both had seen her beautiful ageless face, but they saw something else too and it frightened them to their very core. Neither spoke of it. It was too terrifying a thought. They would speak of it later but not now while they stood in this cold evil place so far from home.



“Harry what was that ball and the purple light Lucius Malfoy was holding?” Ron asked.



“I don’t really know Ron but I have an idea.” Harry said, deep in thought as he shivered in the cold on the dirt road; the looming trees overhead giving them the feeling of being swallowed up.



“We need Hermione Ron. Let’s go quickly I think something bad has happened back at home.”


JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I wonder if her hands hurt from typing like mine do? lol


I have a big showdown coming in later chapters for father and son :P Just a little teaser.




Sexual content WARNING.




Chapter 13- Rain Down Over Me




Hermione and Scorpius were at Draco’s side when he awoke. Madam Pomphrey changed his bandages on his head. She had been able to repair the broken nose with a fair amount of ease but the head wound was a little harder to fix. The Crucio curse had hit him in the head and caused a nasty cut that oozed and bled. Draco had slept all through the day and night as Hermione sat next to him rubbing a cool wet towel over his forehead. Hermione had tried to rouse him once when he began tossing and turning in bed and calling out her name. He was obviously having bad dreams and Hermione felt so helpless, as if there was nothing she could do to help take away his internal pain.




“Granger? Is that you?” Draco woke up and tried to sit up in bed but slumped back down when shooting pain ripped through his head.




“Hey you!” Hermione leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.




“Are you alright? Scorpius!? Draco began getting up out of bed, a panic showing on his face.




“He is fine. He is sleeping on the bed next to you. He was scared last night and wanted to be with you so I brought him here and let him sleep next to you while I stayed awake.” Hermione was sitting on the edge of his bed now holding his hand.




“Thank you Hermione, for taking care of him. I don’t know if I could live if anything had happened to either of you.” Draco said sullenly.




“How do you feel? That cut on your head is going to take some time to heal but you should be fine in a few days.” Madam Pomphrey had come back to check on her patient.




Draco nodded to her that he felt alright considering how much worse it could it have been.




“Can he come back to his room Madam Pomphrey?” Hermione asked eagerly. She wanted so much to get him out of the hospital wing and back with her where they could really sit down and talk. She knew they had a lot of talking that needed to be done and the hospital wing with its cold and sterile exterior was not conducive (she thought) to getting Draco to open up to her.




“One more night alright?” Madam Pomphrey smiled at Hermione and her heart sunk.




“Hermione?” Draco was speaking to her in a very hushed voice.




“Yes love?” Hermione smiled at him. She couldn’t contain her happiness at hearing his voice anymore. She loved this man with all of her heart and he was safe with her again and she needed him right now.




“I know you and I need to talk but I’m still feeling very tired and I don’t want you staying here with me tonight.” Draco said to her and her happiness sunk.




“Draco I am fine, I’m not even really very tired. I want to be here with you, it’s where I belong.” Hermione didn’t understand why he was pushing her away.




“No. Please take Scorpius back to his room. I don’t want him here, he should be in his own bed and so should you. We will talk tomorrow Granger.” Draco rolled over on his head moaning as he did so.




That was twice he had called her Granger and Hermione was not sure if it was just the bump on his head or if it was something more.




“Draco why are you pushing me away?” Hermione said sadly.




“I’m not Hermione okay. Please I need to think.” Draco said softly under his breath.




“Alright I suppose if that’s what you want.” Hermione kissed him on the forehead and lifted the sleeping Scorpius into her arms and turned to leave.




“You know I love you.” Draco said as and looked at her briefly then turned away.




“Yeah I know. I love you too.” Hermione said it but in her heart she knew something was terribly wrong between them and worse yet he didn’t want to tell her.




Hermione took Scorpius back to the small apartment that he and Draco shared in the teachers quarters of Hogwart's and tucked him safely into bed. She lay next to the sleeping boy, not wanting to be alone and he curled his little body up against hers, sucking on his thumb. This was the first time she had seen Scorpius suck his thumb. She decided that the normally boisterous and mischievous little boy was feeling some of what happened the day before and just needed to feel safe so she didn’t worry about it as she covered him up snugly.




After a refreshing shower she felt normal again and opened a book up to read. She had thought about the scene she witnessed between Lucius and Draco and she had concluded that there may come a time in Draco’s life when he needed some very advanced magic so she began to read up on great wizards. Many of the great wizards were master Legilimens and she wondered if Draco knew how to successfully perform that spell. Clearly his magic was not as advanced as his father’s, this was obvious by the way Lucius had disarmed him so effortlessly. She would talk to Draco about this tomorrow. She really had no idea what those who use darker magic studied. Did all the Slytherins like Draco secretly learn Legillimency and Occulmency and other dark wizard spells and hexes? Could Draco possibly benefit from learning a few of them or would it just push him farther down the road to darkness like his father? Hermione finally decided after much thought that she would read up on more advanced light magic, after all Dumbledore had been the greatest Wizard that lived in her opinion and he was by no means a dark wizard at all.




She sat at her desk neck deep with books on various magic when she noticed a light coming from the quidditch pitch. There was no quidditch tonight, she thought to her self. Furthermore it had been a cold and blustery day with sleet and freezing rain falling from the sky. Why was the light on the field turned on? She continued reading for a few more minutes and then curiosity got the better of her and she closed her books.




“I’ll just get Professor Trelawney to sit for Scorpius for a little while, he won’t get back up tonight he is tuckered out.” She said aloud as she dressed and set out.




“Thank you Sybil I really appreciate it.” Hermione closed the door to the room and made her way to the hospital wing. She would just pop in and make sure Draco was in bed and then if he was, she would come back and go to bed. The door to the hospital wing creaked as she opened it and a surprised and sleeping Madam Pomphrey bolted upright in her chair.




“Oh I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes. Hermione what can I do for you?”




“Oh nothing at all thank you, I just came to check in on Draco before I went to bed.” Hermione tiptoed over to where he was sleeping and pulled back the covers. He was gone.




“He must have left and gone back to the room Madam Pomphrey, don’t worry I will get him into bed there and have him come back in the morning so you can check him over.” Hermione said quickly as she left for the quidditch field.




She ran down the castle steps and out the castle doors. Lightning flashed above her head and the deep sound of thunder followed her as she made her way through the pouring rain down the embankment towards the quidditch field. She could barely see three feet in front of her with the rain coming down so hard. Surely he would not be out there in this kind of weather she thought as she hurried faster now to the field that glowed in the distance. She arrived at long last and there fifty feet up in the air was Draco on broomstick. He was hitting bludgers through the goal posts repeatedly with a furious look on his face. Hermione called to him but he either did not hear her through the pounding rain or ignored her. In frustration Hermione called out, “Accio Broom,” and a broomstick that lay on the ground on the far side of the field, one of Draco’s extras for players who did not have one of their own, came to her and she hopped on. Against her better judgment she pushed off the ground and her broom lifted off. The lightning was cracking all around them now as she made her way over to Draco who was still whacking at the bludgers as hard he could letting out deep groans as he did so.




“Draco! What are you doing out here!” Hermione called to him from a few feet behind him.




“Go back Granger, you shouldn’t be out here.” He continued hitting the bludger that had come back and nearly smacked right into him.




“Draco please can’t we talk? Please come down and talk to me!” Hermione plead with him as the rain slashed across her face, pelting her bare skin and stinging her.




“You have to leave me alone Hermione. Now go,” His voice sounded so cold and harsh towards her and Hermione began to cry, her tears mixing with the cold rain as it beat down on her face.




“Draco please why won’t you let me help you? I can help you! Don’t push me away.” Hermione yelled out to him as her hands began to slip off the broom, her body shaking in the cold.




Draco ignored her and hit another bludger through the goal. In the flash of an eye Hermione lost her grip on the broom and slipped off. She caught the broom handle at the last second and was hanging now by three fingers. She screamed and then she fell. Draco turned to see her flailing body free falling towards the ground, as he turned his broom around and darted through the treacherous torrential rain to catch her. He pulled up and caught her at the last second and landed the broom on the ground.




“What are you doing Granger!? You could have killed yourself!” Draco was screaming at her with fury in his eyes.




Hermione had tears rolling down her cheeks as she shook in the cold.




“Why are you shutting me out? Don’t you know I love you Draco!?” Hermione was crying wildly now and beating her fists hard on his chest.




The pounding continued as Hermione repeated that she loved him over and over again through her hysterical tears.




“Okay, okay it’s okay Hermione, please don’t cry. I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just don’t know what to do and I’m afraid I am going to hurt you.” Draco said soothingly, as he held Hermione in his arms in the pouring rain. Hermione hugged onto him tightly and cried into his rain drenched chest. Draco reached down and pulled her chin up to face him.




“I love you so much Hermione, but my father…God I love you so much, you're so beautiful,” and his lips came crashing down on hers. He forced his warm tongue into her mouth and Hermione responded with a fury of her own, forcing her own tongue into his mouth. They stood kissing in the middle of the quidditch field in the pouring rain with lightning all around them and then he picked her cold wet shivering body up and carried her to the seating area. He lifted the bottom of the long curtain of the Hufflepuff tower and took her inside and out of the rain. They stood on the grass under the tower, a small enclosed area away from the crashing lighting and pelting rain and he kissed her hard again as he ripped her shirt from her body and tore her bra off, his hands softly squeezing her breasts. He lifted Hermione up and her legs wrapped around his hot wet body. He knelt down and laid her gently on her back where he yanked her pants down and then his own. Hermione tore at his shirt, wanting to bury her head in his chest as he parted her legs and entered her forcefully. He rammed his erection into her moaning loudly into her ear as he did so.




“I love you baby, I’m so sorry, I want you so badly.” A gush of tears exploded from Hermione’s eyes as he said this. She had longed for him in this way for so long and then he had pushed her away and she had felt their love slipping away.




“Oh Draco, I love you so much, make love to me forever..” And with that Draco did as she asked and thrust himself hard into her wetness, moving in and out with such force Hermione could feel slight pain between her thighs from his size and his enthusiasm but a kind of pain that pleasured her so, as she came allover his throbbing dick. He pushed into her deeper and faster and then he too exploded inside her. Hermione noticed that Draco too had tears streaming down his face as they consummated their love.




They lay together in loving silence after their love making. Hermione had never felt this kind of closeness before and neither had Draco for that matter. He held her tight in his arms and turned to her.




“I think I’m ready to talk now if you are.” Hermione looked at him and kissed his lips softly.




“What do you want to do about Lucius?” she said finally.




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This chapter was inspired by the Phil Collins/Eric Clapton song I Wish it Would Rain Down




I had to combine 12 and 13 because I accidentily left chapter 13 out when I uploaded the story.