Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomsticks and The Big Apple

Chapter 12

“With just five days ‘till Christmas, my father gave to me, a Marlboro Light and a Firebolt for free.”

It only took Draco and Luke an hour to finish the potion. They would have to check the final product tomorrow, after letting the potion sit for twenty four hours. This would insure that he and Luke had another afternoon of potions together. After that, he would play it by ear. But for tonight Draco had a different idea.

“So, nothing left to do with this potion. Thanks for helping me with it. You are quite talented.”

“Thanks, Da-Mr. Malfoy.” Luke almost slipped up and called him Dad now for the second time. “You were really good too.” Draco wanted to reach out and hug his son, more than he ever had before. To just wrap his long arms around Luke and squeeze him, and tell him how proud he was of him, and how loved he was by his entire family, would be the best Christmas gift. The holidays were fast approaching, with only five days left, and Draco knew he had to find a way to bring his son home. Hermione would not make it through Christmas without Luke there to share in the festivities. Draco wouldn’t either for that matter.

“The sentiment is appreciated. So, I was thinking….Nice night for some quidditch, wouldn’t you say?”

“You’re asking me?”

“Well Luke isn’t here and Scorpius joined some band and is practicing in one of the hotel ballrooms. I haven’t had the opportunity to play quidditch since I came to America. So are you game?”

“I have a bit of homework to do for school.” Luke lied. He hadn’t even been going to school and Draco knew it, though he didn’t let on. Draco thought frantically how he could make Luke stay. He was about to suggest that they go watch Scorpius’s band, just so they could hang out together. He couldn’t bear to let Luke go. Not when he had just found him again.

Luke turned, before stepping into the elevator, “I don’t have a broom though. I sold it to buy ingredients for a potion I was making.” Luke clammed up as soon as he said that and watched Draco’s face for signs of recognition. When he didn’t see any, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Not a problem, we’ll just buy one on the way. I want a new Firebolt anyway.”

“Will it come out of my paycheck?”

“Don’t worry about that. We can work something out.”

With two new Firebolt’s in hand Luke and Draco proceeded to Central Park. There in the middle of Central Park was a quidditch pitch. Nobody, but other witches and wizards could see the oval pitch, and oblivious muggles walked their dogs with their Starbuck’s coffee’s in their hands and their cell phones glued to their ears. Three other pairs of fathers and sons, out on broomstick, were working on the finer skills of quidditch together. He had no idea if Luke could play or not. He had made sure that the boy could fly, but it had been years since he had actually seen him fly and he couldn’t ever remember seeing him play quidditch. He was slightly nervous for Luke. He would just go easy on him and then bolster his ego by complimenting him. Hans took off his jacket and tossed it in on one of the bleachers set up for spectators. Draco did the same and watched as Luke mounted his broom.

“So, what’s your favorite ball?” Draco asked opening the Malfoy family quidditch case. It was a cherry wood trunk that was very old. On the outside of the trunk were carvings of all the Malfoy’s who had played and exceeded at quidditch. Abraxas,Lucius,Draco and Scorpius’s names were all carved by a knife in the trunk, as well as earlier generations of Malfoy men. Draco frowned when he realized that Luke’s name wasn’t on it and that it was a centerpiece on the mantle at home. Now he understood why Luke hurt over being left out of quidditch. How could he be so stupid?

“Let them all go and you’ll find out,” a snarky Luke replied. Luke shot into the air on his broom as Draco released the quaffle and then the snitch and finally the nasty bludger. Draco was right behind him as he sped through the crisp December night skies. Draco naturally went for the snitch. If this were Scorpius, he would be flying side by side with Draco. Only in the past year, did Scorpius actually exceed Draco in speed, but catching the elusive winged ball was still up for grabs. Luke trailed Draco, so Draco slowed down. He didn’t want to beat him right out of the starting gate. He wanted Luke’s confidence to grow. They played at this for a half an hour and Draco was having fun with his youngest son, but he clearly was not quite as good as he saw himself. Still, he was plenty good enough to enjoy the game with he and Scorpius on weekends. It would be great to have both of his sons out on the pitch with him. Luke suddenly pulled up on the broom and Draco quickly spun around and pulled up next to him.

“Can we try something else?” Luke asked.

“Uhh, sure. What did you have in mind?” Draco asked with a quizzical expression.

“I’m not a Seeker. I’m a beater,” Luke replied.

“Yeah?” Draco said trying not to sound surprised. Every Malfoy for fifty years had played the esteemed position of Seeker. Tall, string bean, Luke was a beater? Draco hated to say it to himself, but he doubted it could be true, yet he nodded.

“Tell ya what Hans. I’ll play chaser and you can whack a few bludgers at me while I try to score.” And so that is exactly what they did, until a red faced and sweaty wizard who was struggling to stay on his broom, whilst smacking the quaffle through the goal posts from only twenty feet back and missing time and time again, shouted and cursed at them.

“Go to the other end of the pitch. I was here first, stupid Brits! Go back home!” Draco ignored him the first time, as Luke was waiting impatiently for Draco to charge towards the goal. The man continued to harass Draco and he was beginning to get pissed.

“Give it up already! You need a bloomin’ tree to carry the weight of your fat arse alone. old man. Either shut up or get off the pitch and let us play.” The man cursed back and refused to leave. The other father/son combinations had left after the radish-faced man, drove them off the pitch too. Draco wasn’t about to be driven away. This night was too important for him and Luke to bond. Luke was on the other side of the pitch waiting with a bored look on his face, when suddenly, Draco witnessed his son take aim at a passing bludger and whack the hard ball. It whizzed over Draco’s head with immeasurable force and Draco spun his broom around, just in time to see the bludger smack right into the annoying man’s broom. He fell a good ten feet to the ground, where his pride was severely damaged. Draco flew to his son and gave him a high five.

“That was a really long shot. Impressive. Let’s see if you can do it again shall we. I don’t think you can?” Draco said joking with Luke. Luke didn’t take it as a joke though and he had an intense look on his face, as he accepted Draco’s challenge. Draco found the quaffle and tucked it under his arm. He attempted his maneuver towards the goal.

SMACK

Within only a second, Luke had smacked one at Draco. It hit him in the stomach and Draco doubled over for a moment.

THWAP

The next one hit him in the shoulder.

CRACK

The last one hit Draco’s broom and broke it clean in half. Luke’s accuracy was astounding. His force was extreme and his speed was unparalleled. Luke was a beater, no question about it, and a damn good one. Draco suddenly realized that he was hanging from half of a broomstick that was beginning to spin on its own, after being severed from its other half. He hated when this happened. He was going to ralph allover the place once he finally landed. Draco somehow landed the broom and then stumbled on the grass of the quidditch pitch, dizzy and sick to his stomach. He lay on the grass feeling queasy, when he spotted Luke descending in the air above him.

“Da-…er…Mr. Malfoy, I mean. Are you alright? I didn’t mean to do that.” Draco broke into a fit of laughter.

“You broke the bloody broom. Do you know how awesome that is Luke! Draco was dizzy and excited and so very, very proud of his son, that he didn’t care that his son had demolished a brand new Firebolt, or that he had dangled precariously in the wind and nearly fallen and was now feeling extremely sick. He slipped up though and called his son Luke and Luke was not laughing.

“What did you call me?” Luke said with a more serious expression then Draco had ever seen. He tried to cover his tracks but it was too late.

“Han’s. I’m so dizzy, what did I say?”

“You called me Luke. How long have you known? Nathaniel…he told you, didn’t he?!” Luke shouted at Draco who had sat up regaining some of his equilibrium. Luke stormed off the field. Draco staggered to his feet and took chase after him.

“I love you Luke. You’re a natural at quidditch. I’m so sorry I never took you out to play. Please, come home. We all miss you so very much.” Draco plead with Luke.

“The potions…was that a big act too? I don’t need your pity!” Luke jumped on his broom and took flight, whispering the magic password as Hans disguise fell off. Draco was left standing by the bleachers, with no way of catching his son, his broom, broken into two pieces, in the middle of the quidditch pitch.

“Mother fucker, bloody hell!” Draco screamed in anger and frustration. He jogged back to the hotel and threw the door open that was Hans room, but Luke was not there. He knew that combing the streets of The Strip was futile, for Luke would not be found until he was ready. Draco feared that he might have pushed his son even farther away from him now. What if he left the wizarding neighborhood, or the city itself. What if he really ran away? Draco had no idea how far he had pushed Luke. He reluctantly went home with his head held low. Telling Hermione about his fortune in finding Luke and then his misfortune at losing him, was not the highlight of his holiday season.

With just four days ‘till Christmas, my girlfriend gave to me, a blowjob for Hermione to walk in and see!

“Where are your parents?”

“My Mum stayed after at school. She’s trying to busy herself, after Dad’s major fuck up with Luke last night. They got in a fight again. Dad’s at the Ministry, something about Damien Stratton’s father causing trouble and trying to have Dad thrown off the council. My grandparents are shopping…and trust me, when Grandma Malfoy shops, she shops! She’ll probably get you something strange for Christmas, but Mum says we should just smile and say thank you.”

“Can you play something for me? It’s exciting when you play your guitar,” Persephone blushed as she sat at the edge of Scorpius’s bed. At hearing her, he reached for the guitar and began to play. She leaned in closer, when Scorpius began to sing a familiar rock song. called Plush by an American wizarding band called Stone Temple Pilots. When the song finished, Persephone joined Scorpius in the recliner chair in his extra large bedroom. Hi room was decorated with quidditch posters and rock bands, both muggle and wizard types, and a life size picture of Jessica Alba. It was a normal teenage boy;s room, and even though Persephone didn’t care for the scantily clad picture of Jessica Alba staring at her, she didn’t gripe about it, because she had one the same size of Eminem on her wall.

“Did you like that babe?” Scorpius said blushing. He had never sung before in front of anyone, but she inspired him. With not a stitch of makeup, she was still the most beautiful girl he’d ever lain eyes on. Her pouty lips and olive skin and her elongated and sophisticated neck that he just wanted to suck on forever clouded his head with desire. She was everything to him and he had found it increasingly hard to think of anything else. Persephone would wad paper up and hit him in the face with it, when she caught him staring at her from behind the magical reference books she loved to read. You’re really good. You should sing in the band. I bet you could be more famous then Slim Shady himself!” Scorpius laughed hard at that.

“You like Eminem?” Persephone blushed and nodded. “Did you start liking Eminem before, or after you met me?”

“After I met you, why?” Scorpius laughed even harder now and Persephone looked like she was becoming perturbed, by the way she scowled.

“You like him because he reminds you of me.”

“Are you a Seer now Scorpius Malfoy? That’s insanely ridiculous!”

“Is it? Are you sure? Blond hair and bad boy image.”

“Whatever Scorpius,” Persephone mouthed the words ‘shit’ and then proceeded to change the subject. “So the band…Are you serious about it?”

“Yes. No. I mean, maybe. Dad and Mum say it isn’t a career. I have to do something respectable, that helps others. Because we have money, we are supposed to help those that are less fortunate. We should use our wealth and name to change things for the better. That’s what Mum says anyways.”

“You say that, like you’re better then the rest of us.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. Look Persephone…I fuck up a lot okay. I don’t always say the right thing at the right time.”

“I’m sorry, that was mean of me. You can’t help it that you are rich and devastatingly handsome and an athlete and a musician with a girlfriend, whose face looks like a cross between manure and vomit.”

“What? Don’t talk that way about my girlfriend, ever again. She’s hot.”

“Damien Stratton says I look like that. Serena says I have horse hair.”

“Serena does have horse hair. You have,…unicorn hair,” Scorpius laughed and Persephone giggled at the stupidity of the conversation.

“Come here Seph, Saph,Sapphire,” Scorpius said, finally settling on a pet name. He set his guitar down and held his arms open, leaning back in the recliner.

“Why should I?” Persephone murmured with a coy grin.

“Because, I have to tell you a secret.”

“Tell me from there,” she said laying a hand on her hip and raising an eyebrow.

“Can’t. It’s a magic secret. I can only tell you when you are in my arms.”

“Okay, now you have me intrigued, Scorpius Malfoy.” Persephone giggled and pounced on his lap, her legs astride him. He captured her lips with his own and Persephone moaned softly into his mouth. She opened her mouth to receive his deepening kiss. She pulled away, out of breath, after their kiss lingered for several minutes.

“So what’s the big secret, Scorpius?” He devoured her with his eyes. He felt drunk in love at that moment and he wanted to tell her.

“Are you really ready to hear my secret? It’s pretty big?” Persephone swallowed hard and then nodded. “You better kiss me again. I think I need a little more prodding.” Normally she would smack him in the arm and insult him in some cruel and witty way as a joke and then Scorpius would return the favor, but on this night she really wanted to hear his secret….because she had one of her own. She sucked on his pink, warm lips, her hands stroking his soft and perfect blond hair. He was the hottest guy she’d ever seen.

“I’m being serious tonight. No jokes, okay? With school letting out for the holidays and all the trouble with Luke and my grandparents being here, I doubt we will get any alone time together, so I want this night to be special.”

“Wow, you really do have something important to say, don’t you? I know I kid a lot, but Scorpius, these weeks with you…They have been nothing short of magic. I…” Scorpius put his finger to her lips to quiet her. His hands were so strong and masculine and he wore an emerald encrusted and black onyx ring on his finger, with a crest and a diamond M for Malfoy, in the middle of the family heirloom, on his ring finger. He was perfect. The way his ripped abs, poked through his partially unbuttoned shirt and his toned, hard chest and his eyes…she could get lost in his smoldering eyes.

“Persephone…I’m in love with you. I wasn’t sure before, but now…I know it. I love you.”

“Scorpius, you are just the sweetest boy.”

“Does that mean you love me too? ‘Cause you’re supposed to say it back to me, I think,” Scorpius smirked. Instead of returning the sentiments, Persephone decided to show him instead. She was wearing a light pink, collared shirt that she began to unbutton. Scorpius watched with anticipation. He had wanked, many times, thinking about what her breasts looked like and now, as she looked at him with lust filled eyes, it took everything inside of him not to tear the clothing from her body and take her completely, like he wanted to do. He promised her he wouldn’t push for sex though, until she was ready and now his wait was beginning to pay off. She let the shirt fall down her shoulders, exposing her slightly padded, white bra. Scorpius let his hands roam up her sides, the feel of her skin under his touch giving him an instant erection. He knew Persephone felt it too, by the way she wriggled in his lap, trying to get comfortable, despite the wood that was pressing against her groin. She blushed when Scorpius reached around her back to unclasp her bra.

“Scorpius?” Persephone said and he stopped, with only one hook of the garment left to undo.

“You want me to stop? Because I will if you want to.”

“No…I’m just nervous.” Scorpius unhooked the bra completely and slowly moved the straps down her shoulders and arm. His fingers danced across her body and Persephone felt a rush of adrenalin sweep over herself. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, and then her neck. He dropped the bra on the floor by the recliner. The first hand that touched her breast, softly squeezing her mound, caused Persephone to freeze. When his second hand massaged her other breast, she pulled away.

“I’m not going to hurt you babe. Do you want me to stop?” He lifted her shirt back up around her shoulders, but Persephone pushed it back down.

“Scorpius Malfoy...I love you too. I’m so in love with you. I knew you were the one, the first time I saw you outside the quidditch shop. Make love to me?” Scorpius insides melted. He didn’t have to coax her with lies or bribes or promises or anything. She was willingly giving her heart and her body to him.

“You are rocking my world right now. You know that?” With the impatience of a teen boy, he lifted her into his strong arms and laid her tenderly on the bed. He climbed in next to her and bent his head to take her breasts into his mouth. Her nipples were soft and warm and he rolled each one in his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. He had never wanted anything as bad as he did the girl that writhed underneath him. Persephone pulled his head up and then her fingers explored his body too. She unbuttoned the only two buttons on his shirt and then slid his shirt off, her mouth now kissing his chest and taking his tiny hard nip into her mouth. Scorpius shivered at the sensations. His hand stroked up her thigh while she indulged her lips on his manly chest. He found her cotton panties and slipped his hand underneath them. Her body was hot and moist and he stroked the soft pubic hair, wondering what it would be like to taste her down there. He knew he wanted to, but didn’t know if she would let him or if she was really ready, despite what she asked him to do to her.

“I want you to enjoy this, so if I do something you don’t like, please tell me.” Persephone nodded as her hand stroked his belly. Scorpius’s breath hitched in his throat and he sucked in deeply. He was extremely ticklish and he let out a small laugh. She smiled up at him, and then her head fell back as Scorpius stroked her hooded nub. Her legs trembled and writhed and then in a surprise action, Scorpius felt a hand dart down his pants and underwear. Her fingers held him loosely at first but as his hand moved in her nether region, Persephone’s grip intensified. An uncontrollable moan escaped his lips with the tightening of her grip on him.

“Oh baby, yeah… that feels so good,” Scorpius groaned as her hand began to stroke him. Her hands were so small and soft and she moved with purposeful ambition, rubbing his entire length so satisfyingly. His fingers explored her and her wetness engulfed his hand as she grew close to her climax.

“Do you want to go all the way?” Scorpius asked. He was fine with whatever her answer. Just being able to touch the girl that he loved in such a loving manner was fine. He could do this forever, it felt so good pleasuring each other. It was different then the time with Serena. The sensations were not nearly as strong that time, and he figured it had to be because he and Persephone loved each other.

“I don’t know Scorpius. I do, yes, I do want you to make love to me. I…it’s just..” Persephone wasn’t ready and he knew it. He wouldn’t allow intercourse to ruin their relationship, so he whispered in her ear that they should wait and he watched a sense of relief wash over her. She rolled over though and whispered something in his ear and Scorpius looked at her in startled shock.

“You don’t have to do that for me. I’m not mad Persephone. I would be happy just kissing you, but to answer your question…I’ve thought about it too.” He couldn’t; believe that she wanted to do THAT. This was not the bookish girl everyone else knew. She flipped around on the bed, both lying on their sides and then he felt moist lips around his cock. His sights however, were set on another set of lips. He parted her legs and allowed his fingers to explore her once again. He dipped his tongue inside her wet slit. She tasted so sweet, like precious nectar from the ripest peach, juicy and tantalizing. If anyone would have told him that when he woke up this morning, he would be licking his girlfriends most private of privates while she sucked on his…He would have accused them of being a liar. Her arms were wrapped around his strong thighs as she bobbed her head over him. Scorpius was moaning into her wetness, unable to control himself as he flicked his tongue over her and sucked at her cherry. A gush of creamy wetness and Persephone was coming. Her sucking intensified and with the tightness of her mouth around him, he felt himself about to climax too. He trembled and shook and before he had the chance to warn his beautiful Persephone, he shot his fluids into her mouth. She gagged a little but then adjusted and continued sucking him off until he was spent. He lapped at her sweetness and then both of them rolled over, exhausted, their bodies still tangled up together.

“Scorpius, you aren’t going to believe this!” Hermione burst through the door. Scorpius reached for the cover and flung it over the both of them. Hermione almost fainted when she saw what she saw, but she closed the door immediately, excusing herself from the room.

“Get dressed now young man! And you too young lady!” Hermione ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water over her face. Did she really see what she just saw? She splashed more cold water over her face and wished it were a bad dream. Did she really just see her son and his girlfriend in the act of “69”? She somehow wondered if when Draco had “the talk” with Scorpius two years ago when they were still back in England, if he had said the wrong things. That had to be it. Draco loved doing that particular position, so maybe he didn’t explain that teenagers don’t do 69! Hermione laughed aloud at the absurdity of her thoughts. Who doesn’t like 69? She certainly loved having it with Draco. She heard the door close and she ran into the living room, hoping to hell it was Draco and not his parents back from shopping.

“Draco?” she called and Draco turned around, laying a hand on the door handle of the penthouse, intent on heading back down to the lobby. He had a very bad day at work. He and Stratton had been in mediation all day long over a proposed bill of Draco’s that would abolish slavery of squibs. Stratton was using this as leverage over Draco’s head and the two had almost come to blows during a Wizengamot session. Now, the second he stepped through the door, Hermione was charging at him, no doubt over losing Luke again. She was angry that he didn’t tell her about finding him the second that he did so, claiming that she would have sent her patronus to Draco immediately, had she been the one to find Luke and not him. He hadn’t even gotten to the part about Nathaniel, before Hermione slammed the bathroom door and took a long hot bath. By that time Draco was asleep, or at least he pretended to be asleep. He was really worrying about their son and how bad he had fucked everything up.

“Draco stop! Baby, I’m sorry about last night. I understand why you did it and I believe you, that you intended to tell me. I’m not mad at you. In fact, I think you probably made an impact on Luke. It’s just going to take time for him to find himself and like it or not we are forced to endure it. That frustrates and saddens me, but it isn’t your fault at all. You have been nothing but a wonderful father and husband to me and I love you dearly, so please, please Draco, don’t leave.” Hermione held his freehand in hers and then lifted it to her lips and kissed his fingers softly. He closed the door and turned around; taking Hermione into is arms and hugging her tightly. With her hand in his, he guided them towards the bedroom. All he wanted to do was get naked and hold his wife and possibly make love, but this time, the holding part was far more important. Hermione was the only one who could take a broken Draco and make him feel whole again. She could mend even his darkest of moods and he wanted her. Selfish or not, he needed her.

“Wait, Draco. I…I don’t know how to say this. I caught Scorpius and Persephone engaging in oral sex. They were doing sixty-nine Draco! They will be out in a minute and I need you here with me while I talk to them.”

“What!?”

“We’re in love Mum, Dad. I want o marry her,” Scorpius said. The pair were holding hands and Persephone was now wearing Scorpius’s ring around her neck on a necklace.

Hermione fainted, smacking her head on the floor , her legs sprawled out in an unflattering position, considering she was wearing a skirt. At that, both Scorpius and Persephone looked at each other with scared expressions.

“Come on Sapphire, I’ll walk you home. Maybe your parents will take it better then my Mum.” Scorpius threw the door to the penthouse open.

“Hold it right there, Scorpius!” Draco loomed and in his fury, the door slammed shut of its own volition, rattling so loudly, Scorpius thought it might fall off its hinges. He turned and Draco’s eyes were silver slits.

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For anyone thrown for a loop in the last update of Merlin’s Coven, let me just say that the answers are coming in the next chapter hehehehe.