Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Broomsticks and the Wizards Gauntlet

Chapter 12

“I can and will explain, but right now Persephone and I need to take a shower.” Scorpius scowled at his Father and Hermione looked at him baffled.

“Separately! Minds out of the gutter Malfoy’s! We have fertility potion allover our bodies.”

“Uhhmm,” Narcissa piped in. “Have you forgotten about he Press? They should be arriving soon.”

Hermione briefly explained about Scorpius’s press conference as she escorted Draco upstairs to the shower. Scorpius and Persephone trailed them, hand in hand, up the staircase as well.

“If they show up before we are down, just tell them to wait,” Scorpius called back to his grandmother.

“Narcissa might hex Rita Skeeter’s titt’s off if we don’t hurry,” Hermione commented to Draco.

“It would be an improvement,” Draco said in a husky voice as he stepped into the shower. Hermione stood next to the shower door and watched the lascivious blurred images of her husband in the shower. The thought of Persephone in her underwear and Draco completely naked ran through Hermione’s head. She trusted her husband, but there were several questions that begged to be answered by him.

“So, Persephone…She’s a sweet girl isn’t she?” Hermione said through the shower door. She heard a sigh from Draco.

“Yes, she’s very honest too. Very honest and quite smart.”

“Yeah I think so too. Scorpius did well by choosing her to be his wife. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, I think he did. Later though, we need to have a talk with Scorpius.”

“Everything okay?”

“I dunno yet. I hope so.”

“So, Persephone, she’s a bit like me isn’t she?”

“Mmmhmm. Although, she’s a bit more bold then you were at her age, in certain arenas anyways.”

“So…” Hermione paused. She didn’t want to sound insecure, but she found herself wondering if there were any truth to the Daily Prophet article. She didn’t think so, yet doubts clouded her mind. “Draco I was never good at beating around the bush. Did you, I mean, you were naked and…She is quite a lot like me…I guess what I’m trying to ask is…” Hermione bit her lip and cursed under her breath. Suddenly the shower door opened and a hand shot out and yanked Hermione by the arm. He closed the door and Hermione was overcome with the vision of Draco, standing in a steam-filled shower. He had rivulets of water cascading down his lean muscular frame. His hair was wet and droplets of water beaded on his forehead. His eyes looked like light grey storm clouds and Hermione felt her knees go weak.

“Don’t even say what it is you were about to say…You know better. She isn’t that much like you.” He pushed Hermione up against the wall and began to peel her wet clothes off. Her shirt was removed, and replaced by his mouth, as his tongue ran down her body. He knelt and nibbled on her stomach for a moment, kissing and biting, his teeth scraping across her soft skin. He removed her skirt and then stopped to admire the light blue bikini panties Hermione was wearing. His mind briefly flashed on Persephone in her pink undies, but what Draco saw before him now, was not anything even remotely the same. What he was looking at now, was all woman, his woman. He slipped the remaining garment down his wife’s toned legs and then stood to face her. “Only ever you…” He whispered in her ear as his hand penetrated her below. Hermione let out a small moan and Draco smirked. He loved hearing his wife moan. Her hand fell to his erection and she began to lightly stroke him. Their bodies embraced, Draco sucking on her neck, while Hermione bit into his shoulder at feeling his warm fingers thrusting into her. Several jets of water sprayed them in the large shower. The shower itself could be converted to a steam room, as built in tiled benches lined the walls of the expensive shower that had gold fixtures thoughout. Draco sat down on one of the benches and pulled Hermione onto him. His tongue swirled into the hot cavern of her mouth and Hermione returned his intensity, his kiss igniting a fire under her. She positioned herself over him, to take what she desperately wanted, but Draco wrapped a tight arm around her waist and then spun her around so her back was facing him. He slid down on the bench slightly and then Hermione straddled him, knowing exactly what Draco wanted her to do. He pushed her hips down over him and Hermione yelped at feeling him fill her so completely. Draco groaned in her ear and then leaned her back so her back lay against his chest, her legs straddling him. He bucked upwards into her and she arched her back pushing herself down over him at the same time. He bit down on her neck and Hermione felt familiar tingles overcome her. His arms were around her torso, stroking her skin, his fingertips dancing across her hot, wet body. Draco began to whisper such dirty things in her ear that Hermione blushed as he penetrated her again and again. Their rapture continued until Draco stopped and lifted Hermione off him. She whined at the loss, but he just smirked and stood up.

“Put your palms against the wall,” he commanded her. Hermione did as she was told. Draco was then behind her, nibbling at her ear. “Spread your legs wide, Sweetpea.” He smoothed his hands down her arms and over her hands where he raised them high on the shower wall, his hands pressed firmly against hers, pinning her to the wall. He moved in behind her forcefully. She felt his hard cock between her legs, his tip rubbing against her inner thighs and then finally it found its mark and Draco thrust himself into her hard.

“You want my cock all to yourself?” Draco said in her ear as he rammed into her.

“Yes,” Hermione moaned. His fingers were clasped in hers as he fucked her against the shower wall.

“I didn’t hear that. Say it louder.”

“Yes,” Hermione said a little louder. Draco rolled his hips into her again and again, her wetness now dripping down his manhood as he gave it to her harder and faster.

“Louder. Don’t say it like a church mouse. I can’t hear you Granger.” Hermione always got off when he called her Granger. She figured it was something perverted and disturbing, since he used to call her Granger during a time in her life when he was less then nice to her, but she didn’t care. She loved it when Draco was dominant with her in their lovemaking. He was her King and she was his naughty little mistress and she wanted to please him. There was time to be his queen later. For now, she was his sex slave.

“Oh, Draco, fuck me.”

“That’s better. Tell me how you want to be fucked by me,” he said in such a hot sultry tone that Hermione felt a gush of wetness from her nether regions.

“Hard. Give me everything you got,” Hermione replied. She thought she felt Draco’s body tremble at her words. She would have been right, for hearing his wife say that was damn near too much to take. He almost came right then and there. He rose to the challenge however, and captured her body up against the wall of the shower. His whole body was pressed against her back as he forcefully thrust into her.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Draco moaned as he thrust harder into her, his length buried deeply inside her hot wetness. He couldn’t take it anymore and he pulled her off the wall and pushed her head down. Hermione grappled at the benches to hold herself up, her legs spread eagled and her head bent over. He took her harder then she had ever felt him inside her. He was ramming himself wildly into her, one hand on the small of her back and the other between her legs stroking her most sensitive regions.

“I love you Dragon,” Hermione shouted. Those words were followed by encouragement and then the sweet sounds of Hermione’s orgasm. Draco’s lost it too and came, filling her body with his seed.

“Nobody is like you Hermione…Nobody.”

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Meanwhile…….

“Why were you naked with my dad?” Scorpius said trapping his wife against the bathroom sink.

“Rasputin…dungeon…potion drain…clogged the drain with our clothes…BOOM!” This seemed to be enough of an explanation for Scorpius, because he practically mauled her. His hands ripping the soot covered bra off.

“Stop that! You’re scaring me Scorpius,” Sapphire smiled cheekily.

“Bullshit, you little vixen. Don’t you ever leave me again. Do you hear me?” Scorpius said stripping his shirt off. Sapphire let her fingers rake over Scorpius’s body. He ripped her panties away and then picked his wife up, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist. He carried her to the bath that was drawn and gently placed her into the tub. He rubbed a fair amount of shampoo into his palms and then smoothed it onto her hair. Persephone moaned at this touch. When he was done washing her hair he took the washcloth and began to wipe the grime and potion from her skin. She couldn’t believe how sensual he was being. This was definitely a new to side to the normally boisterous and rough Scorpius Malfoy. When she was thoroughly clean, he drained the tub and then watched as his towel cladded wife licked her lips, dropped her towel and then squealed as she ran into their bedroom. Scorpius darted off after her. She ran around the bed and he gave chase, finally capturing her and tickling her until she gave in and relented to his touch.

“I love you. I want to make love to you.”

“I love you too. I’ll help you get through this drug thing. Have you stopped taking it?” Scorpius looked down and his face dropped.

“No. Though, I’m weaning myself off of it. Taking just enough so I don’t have to feel the withdrawals. I’m sorry this happened…I feel, ashamed.” Persephone put her fingers over his lips to shush him.

“So Scorpius Malfoy isn’t perfect all of the time. Nobody is babe. We will get through this together. That’s what married people do. Right?”

“I’m your husband…I’m supposed to be good to you and protect you and…”

“Make love to me?” She said unbuckling his pants. He plunged his lips down over hers and giggling and moaning could be heard as they sunk into the covers and made sweet love to one another.

They barely even heard the knocks as Narcissa told them that the press conference was set to begin and that the reporters had all arrived.

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The Press conference went well. Scorpius was a natural when it came to speaking in public. He carried the same graceful enthusiasm that Draco did. Draco watched with pride as his son handled the press like a pro. By the end of the press conference he had them eating out of his hand. Persephone was smiling at his side, just like Hermione made quite a spectacle of being very touchy feely with Draco. It was obvious by the time they all left with their quills moving a mile a minute and their juicy stories in hand, that Scorpius had owned them.

Draco and Hermione had a talk with Scorpius about his drug use and he swore to his entire family that he was making an honest effort to get off the potion. Luke eyed him cautiously, but remained quiet and hoped that is bother was for real. He thought he was. Scorpius had never been much of a liar. He didn’t have to, because he would tell anyone to their face exactly what he thought of them.

“That brings me to you Luke. I need a favor, if you’re up to it.” Draco put his arm around Luke and lured him into the library, away from the Malfoy’s and Luna and her kids.

“I was going over your findings with Blaise and…”

“Luke, stop. I need to know just how good you are at Potion making.”

“Better then you. I mean you’re good Dad, but I’m better,” Luke said without any hesitancy. Draco loved that about his son. He was confidant in his skills and even though some could view that as being pretentious, he knew it would serve Luke well in the future. Draco had high hopes for his youngest son.

“That’s exactly the answer I wanted to hear. Can you work backwards though?” Draco asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…I need to know the exact ingredients in Ancients Apothecary fertility potion. I have a theory that I want to test out. So can you do it?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s hard and it takes time. Lots of trial and error, but I can do it. I’d need to work in the lab though, and that would mean missing classes at Hogwarts.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell McGonagall its official Ministry business and that nobody is to know. I could have a student or teacher bring you your assignments to the Potions store in Hogsmeade, while you’re in the lab. Would that work?”

“Yes, that’s brilliant Dad. I would have to trust the person though…and…I trust Lily Potter.” Draco almost laughed at that.

“You want me to ask McGonagall if Lily Potter can be the one to bring you your assignments?”

“Could you?”

“Yes,” Draco clapped Luke on the back. “Bottom, drawer of my desk. Your mother must have put it in there,” Draco said leaving the room. Luke looked at him on confusion but opened the bottom drawer anyway. There was a stack of old photographs. He fumbled through them until he came to the picture of he and Lily kissing in the baby pool. Luke smiled and slipped it into his robes. He scribbled two letter’s on Draco’s official Ministry stationary and then addressed it to Damien Stratton and the second one to Drew Weasley, before apparrating out of Serenity.

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“I hate to rush this, but its time for Luna to go,” Harry Potter said with a nauseated Ginny at his side. Harry had a protective arm around Ginny and Hermione could see the sympathy playing across his face as Ginny repeatedly ran to the bathroom, morning sickness that lasted damn near all day, overcoming her again.

“Can you give us a minute Potter?” Blaise asked, leading Luna out of the family room. He looked so sad and Draco was mulling things over in his head at seeing Blaise’s response. Hermione was rummaging through the potions pantry that was just off the kitchen, for some medicine to give Ginny for her morning sickness. Since she never got morning sickness with any of her three pregnancies, she didn’t know if they had any on hand. She called Draco over to help her look finally after she’d exhausted her fruitless search.

“Dragon, where’s the potion for morning sickness?”

“We don’t make one Hermione. Everyone knows that if you sprinkle a little ginger in your tea though it’s supposed to help. Pregnant women shouldn’t really take potions unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Draco quipped.

“Don’t worry about it Hermione. I brought some with me, if I could just find it in this bottomless bag of mine. I swear to gods I need to clean out my purse,” Ginny huffed as she rifled through her purse. “Will wonders never cease, here it is!” Ginny pulled out a small vial of Ancient’s Apothecary’s Bun in the Oven Morning Indigestion Potion and began to tip it back top drink it. Draco lunged at Ginny Potter and snatched it from her hands.

“Draco Malfoy, you give me that back!”

“No. How much of this have you taken?”

“None, yet! I was just about to, when you nearly bowled me over and took it. I know it’s not your brand name, but my friends swear by this stuff!” Ginny reached out for it again but Harry slapped her hand down.

“Harry? What are you doing? I need that potion! You try throwing up all day and night and see how bloody awful you feel.” Draco dropped the potion in a small pouch and then exited to the terrace. Ginny followed him and then came back inside fuming mad.

“Hermione! Your husband just gave my morning sickness potion to an owl! I just watched it fly away.” Ginny ran to the bathroom at that and vomited again. Hermione looked at Draco oddly and then followed Ginny into the bathroom, to hold her hair back like any good friend would do.

“You think that potion has something to do with the squibs, don’t you?” Harry said. Harry wasn’t one to miss things like that, and he could tell by Draco’s hurriedness and refusal to give Ginny the potion back, that he was onto something.

“Picked up on that did you? Maybe you’re aren’t a complete idiot after all,” Draco smirked. “I have Luke analyzing some of Ancient’s Apothecary’s potions. It’s just a hunch at this point.”

“So, don’t let Ginny take any potions made by them?”

“Don’t let Ginny take any potions Potter. I didn’t let Hermione take anything when she was pregnant. Better to be safe then sorry.”

“Thanks for that. That’s really demented though for somebody to mess with a potion like that.”

“Well, not everybody is The Chosen One like you Potter. I swear you Gryffindor’s…” Draco mumbled. “Where will you take Luna and the kids?”

“I’d rather not tell you Malfoy. It’s nothing personal, it’s just the way I do things. They will be safe though.”

“This is my sister and her kids, well, especially Jessie, not that I don’t enjoy the twins as well…I…I’ll kill you if you let anything happen to her. I don’t know how else to say it…” Draco said with steely eyes.

“I don’t think you could kill me Malfoy, even if you wanted to, but I understand what you’re saying, even if it was terribly rude to threaten to kill a guest in your home,” Harry laughed and Draco smirked.

“You’re my wife’s guest…not mine,” Draco said with a genuine smile. He and Harry had a bizarre relationship. They were still fiercely competitive, yet underneath it all, they were friends. It wasn’t something either of them talked about, yet they knew what the deal was. It was actually quite an honest friendship, with little or no pretense, if not a little strange. “I’m sending Blaise along with Luna. I don’t think I will have to do much arm twisting to get him to go either. I’m quite sure he’s shagging her on my desk right now in the library. It makes me feel better to know that he will be with her and the kids. He’s a capable wizard.” Harry nodded as if it was alright if Blaise came along for protection and support.

“Excuse me,” Draco said, when he saw Jessie out on the terrace blowing bubbles with a bubble wand.

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“Look Uncle Draco, I’m a real witch and this is my wand!”

“I see that! Who gave you this?”

“Uncle Blaise did. He’s not my real uncle, but Mummy said I should call him that,” the girl whispered before plopping down on Draco’s lap.

“I see. Jessie, did your Mummy tell you that you will be leaving?”

“She said we was going to a big land where no bad men will try to hurt us again.”

“That’s right. You will get to go to school and meet friends and Uncle Draco will buy you lots and lots of toys!”

“Will I go to a witch and wiz wiz wiz…” she couldn’t get the word out, so Draco helped her.

“Wizard. Watch my mouth when I say the word and do what Uncle Draco’s lips do,” he said. The girl tried but couldn’t do it and finally Jessie grabbed her own lips and tried to physically force them to move the way Draco’s did, but to no avail. Draco scooped the girl up into his arms and hugged her. She laid her head on his shoulder and clung tightly to his neck.

“Will I go to one of those wiz schools like my brothers?” Draco let out a deep sigh. He knew he had to be truthful with her, but it was just such a shame. She would always struggle with the fact that she didn’t have any magical powers when the rest of her family did. It would be easier in America and Draco knew she had to go, but he couldn’t imagine not feeling her hugs and seeing her bright shining face.

“No Jessie, you will go to a muggle school.”

“Did you go to a muggle school?”

“No…But your Auntie Hermione did for a while.”

“What do they do in muggle school?” the little girl asked.

“They…do… muggle things,” Draco said. He knew it was a lame answer, but he honestly didn’t know what they did.

“They do painting and spelling and learning to read and then more painting and coloring and at lunch they play kickball,” Hermione said as she breezed out the door and onto the terrace, sitting down next to Draco and Jessie with baby Jillian in her arms.

“That sounds fun…I guess,” Jessie said warily.

“I loved muggle school. You will love it too, Jessie. You’ll see.”

“But can I come visit you?” Hermione looked at Draco and she could see the pain and worry lines on his face. Hermione handed Draco the baby and took Jessie onto her lap. Draco walked away, bouncing his daughter in his arms. He hugged the baby to his chest and kissed her head, thankful that she wasn’t a squib. He felt horrible for thinking it too, but he didn’t want Jillian’s life to be so difficult as Jessie’s life would assuredly be.

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Luke sat in the Malfoy’s potions store and waited. He knew there was a trip to Hogsmeade for the fourth through seventh year students. He could see kids mulling about outside as he poured the vial of fertility potion into separate small bowls, preparing to separate the potion and take it back to its natural ingredients. It was time consuming, but Luke loved potions and everything to do with potions, so this was actually fun to him. Yet, his thoughts were also on the green-eyed beauty that stole his heart. He took the childhood picture out and laid it down on the table in front of him. He wished he had a better picture of the two of them together, but it would have to suffice for now. He noticed the way he was firmly holding Lily’s arms as he kissed her. He didn’t understand how his four year old self has more guts and confidence with girls then his almost fifteen year old self did. The bell on the door rang and Luke looked up. It was too early for Drew or Damien to show up. He had arranged a meeting between the two of them, sending letters to both of them, requesting they meet him here at the shop in Hogsmeade. So Luke was surprised when he saw Lily’s sunny face entering through the shop. He then remembered his father and thanked Draco under his breath.

“I should take a picture of this,” Lily said. At hearing that word Luke casually slid the picture of the two of them, under one of the potions catalogs he had strewn across the table, where he worked.

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s just odd seeing Luke Malfoy brewing potions. He’s the worst in the class you know?” Lily winked before setting his books down. “You know you owe me right?” She took a seat next to him and leaned her elbows on the table.

“Oh? How so?” Luke smirked at the girl.

“For carrying all these bloody books for you! You need to enroll in dumber classes. They have lighter books. Or at least stop doing your homework. Do you know how hard it was to carry this load all the way from Hogwarts?” Lily said turning her back to Luke and tapping her shoulder with her hand.

“Well, thank you. So what do I owe you for being my packhorse?”

“A massage. Come on then. I can barely move my neck.” Ginny tapped her shoulder again and Luke’s heart sped up. He carefully moved her soft silky hair to the side, being careful not to pull a single strand. He was now staring at her neck and all he wanted to do was bury his face into her, smell her hair and kiss that perfect neck of hers. Instead, he kneaded her shoulders, his thumbs applying gentle but firm pressure. Lily let out a nearly inaudible sigh, but it was enough that Luke heard it. She reached across the table for some reading material while Luke massaged her shoulders and neck, when something fell on the floor. She immediately bent to pick it up, apologizing for knocking something of his on the floor. Luke was so into giving the massage, the feel of her soft skin on his hands, it didn’t occur to him what it might be. He had forgotten all about the picture.

“Oh my gods! Where did you get this?” Lily spun in her chair to face Luke, waving the picture in her hand in front of his face. He blushed. He snatched the picture and shoved it into one of the many books Lily had brought for him. “I love it! You are so cute when you’re embarrassed,” she said laying a hand on his cheek. She could feel slight razor stubble as Luke had been shaving for well over a year now. They stared into each other’s eyes and both were temporarily lost. Lily finally broke off the gaze and jumped from her seat.

“Come on. I have an idea.”

“Oh, I have a couple friends meeting me here in a bit.”

“Come on Luke. This won’t take long. Trust me!” Luke jumped out of his seat and left through the door with Lily.

“Where are we going?”

“Honeydukes!”

“I don’t have much of a sweet tooth.”

“You will like this, I promise,” Lily giggled. She led him through Honeydukes. Students were shopping for delectable sweets, stuffing their robes with yummy candies. She led him to the back of the store, where Luke tilted his head in confusion at what he saw. There was a small red curtain and some kind of a booth.

“I forgot to bring money. Do you have a gold galleon?” She held out her hand as if not bothered at all by the gesture. Lily was Harry Potter’s daughter and like Luke, she had money, so spending one galleon on something didn’t even phase her. It didn’t phase Luke either, though he had learned a valuable lesson in America about budgeting money, when he was on his own and on the run. He dropped a handful of galleons into her hand. Lily popped the galleon into the slot and then disappeared behind the curtain. “Well come on then, it’s about to start!”

Luke pushed through the curtain and sat down next to Lily.

“So what do you want?” There were numerous buttons in front of them and Lily began to read them aloud.

“Field of daisies, or a rainbow? Bit girly huh?” Luke was interested by this strange contraption. “How about this one…Lord and lady. I dunno what it will look like, but let’s try it anyway!” Luke pressed the button that said Lord and Lady and suddenly they were standing in front of a mansion with wide sweeping grounds. He was dressed in elegant robes and she was wearing a scarlet dress with a corset and flowing train. A little wizard stood in front of them with an old-fashioned camera and told them to smile.

“Uhhh,” Luke looked at Lily, and she reached out and touched his face again. He knew immediately what she wanted by the way her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips. He wrapped his arms around her and tilted her head back and allowed his lips to brush against hers. Lily melted under him and returned his kiss with an innocent but smoldering fire. He could taste her soft plump lips, he could smell her vanilla scented hair and Luke in an effort to quench his desire, opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

SNAP

“Thank you, come again,” the little wizard said, handing them a picture. Suddenly they were back in the booth again at Honeydukes.

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This took a bit to write, was a really long chapter. I’m thinking 3 maybe 4 chapters left is all and possibly an epilogue. If I decide to write another Broomsticks story then I won’t include the epilogue…Just not sure at this point, if this will be the last or if there will be one more. I love the reviews you all leave! Thank you so much! I will properly thank you all in future chapters. review and I'll keep writing!