Broomsticks and Alibis

Chapter 13
author note- I tend to put Draco and Hermione's thoughts in italics so you can tell when they are thinking. For some reason when I upload the text here on this forum it gets rid of my italics. I apologize if it is confusing because of that. Grrr..

Hermione was wearing a tight pink sweater that was entirely too tight on her as far as Draco was concerned. Her skirt fell just above the knee and Draco stared, longingly at his bride as she sat casually on the arm of a black leather couch in the Slytherin common room. Since Harry’s raid on the Slytherin Dorm things had calmed down significantly. If they were still playing The Game that Draco had taught them then they had found a new playground, because aside from a sparse minority of couples snogging in the common room there wasn’t much action going on at all in Slytherin on this night. Draco was pretending to read a book on Quidditch, while he sat eavesdropping on Hermione and Viktor. He watched as she laughed and leaned closer to Viktor. They seemed to be reading a book together and this made Draco feel incredibly lonely. Why hadn’t he just told her? He should be sitting leisurely with his wife reading a book and laughing. This was pure torture and he wondered when Krum was going to go to bed. Suddenly the pair got up and walked upstairs to the loft that was once where Draco bunked.

Oh, no he won’t! This is not going to happen, not while I have a breath left in me, Draco thought to himself.

“Flint?”

“Yeah,” Flint said, disinterestedly. He was too busy fumbling with some wires and some kind of putty.

“What are you making?”

“Oh, it’s supposed to be something muggles make called bombs. Figured I’d put it in the Funhouse, Hermione, I mean Granger is having. She put all of us old Slytherins in charge of the funhouse. I figured I can add a couple charms to it. Supposed to explode every few minutes or so with a different burst effect each time, if I can get this muggle timer to work, that is.

“Nice. Never seen a bomb go off before. Cool,” Draco said feeling rushed.

“Flint? Do you have any of those smokers left? You know the ones we set off in the Gryffindor stands that time during the quidditch game?”

“Yeah. Here ya go.” Flint dug around in his box of explosives and pulled out a boxed package of smokers, that when let off smoked and stunk. Draco threw it in the air and caught it, a satisfied and malevolent smirk marking his expression. He would get Hermione and Krum out of the loft one way or another. He was about to let it off when Avery came into the room.

“Have you seen Hermione, er..I mean the mudblood?” Avery said when he caught sight of Draco. Something was going on. This was the second of his buddies to call Hermione by her name. He looked around and noticed that most of his former friends were working on different gadgets and exhibits.

“She was just here a minute ago with the Bulgarian,” Flint said to Avery. Why were they being so nice in regards to Hermione?

“I wanted to ask her how grotesque she wants the corpse scene to be in the Haunted House. I know she said bloody as hell but she’s Gryffindor and I just don’t know if her idea of grotesque is the same as mine,” Avery said. It suddenly dawned on Draco what was going on. Hermione had put all the different Houses in charge of certain carnival features and his own bunkmates were all too thrilled to be needed. All too often Slytherins were left out of House activities. While the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs and the Gryffindors all got along with a fair amount of ease, the Slytherins were a house unto themselves. Hermione had apparently found a way to break down the barrier with her carnival and quidditch night. Draco was impressed by this turn of events, so much so that he had nearly forgotten about Krum and Hermione, when he saw Hermione gliding down the stairs on Krum’s arm. She looked at Draco and he turned away, hoping she didn’t notice the dumbfounded stare on his face. Krum was wearing a suit with a corsage tucked neatly in his front jacket pocket. Now what? Where are they going? Now I have to think of a reason to follow them.

“Hermione? How does this look? Too revolting?” Avery said holding up a festering, fly ridden, puking pink goop, zombie with bits of his skull missing and live looking tissue hanging from its bloodied corpse.

“That is perfect Avery! I think you can direct your questions to Draco from now on though. He and I were supposed to be hosting this together. I’m sure he can field any questions you may have. Draco, I’ve been meaning to give you the details.” Hermione handed Draco a folder that said ‘Night of Quidditch at the Big Top’. Under that it said, hosted by Mr. and Mrs. Draco and Hermione Malfoy and Co-Chair Ginny Weasley. With that, Hermione and Krum exited the portal into the hall of the dungeon. Draco tucked the folder under his arm and ran after them.

“Hermione…er…Granger! Stop a second.” Hermione smiled to herself before turning around. He had slipped up and said her name. He really wasn't very good at this undercover work.

“Yes, Draco…er…Malfoy?” Hermione said.

Don’t…stop…fucking…me…EVER! Ran through Draco’s head. Like a broken record, it played repeatedly in his mind. Say something,anything,just say something!

“Shouldn’t we go over this?” Draco said holding the folder up. “I mean, I don’t know anything about any of this.”

“Sure, we can go over it.” Hermione said and Draco smirked at Krum. “Tomorrow though. I have plans tonight already.” Draco’s expression soured and his heart sunk. No mind, he had Harry’s Invisibility Cloak. He would follow them. If that’s how it was going to be then so be it. Blaise, would be out for the entire night, thanks to Draco’s cocktail. Blaise had been feeling hung-over all day, so Draco gave him a friendly pick me up, which in actuality was a sleeping potion. He pulled the cloak from his pocket and flung it over himself as he watched Hermione and Krum disappear around the corner. Bloody hell my feet are showing! Draco adjusted the cloak as best as he could before proceeding on. There was no use, he was just too tall.

They entered the Great Hall once again, the invisible Draco, stalking behind them the entire way.

“Don’t be nervous Viktor. This is something you have waited your whole life for! I promise that if you feel nervous we can stop, until you gather yourself. It’s going to be wonderful, you will see!” Fucking shit! Is she talking about what I think she is talking about? I’ll be god damned if he is going to bed with my wife. I will kill him. I can’t believe Hermione would do this to me.

“Hold onto my arm and I will apparrate us there. When Draco heard Hermione say that he literally dove on the ground towards Krum and Hermione as she spun in circles and apparrated. He caught the back of Krum’s coat at the last second and when he opened his eyes and checked, he was still thankful to be under the cloak. Viktor looked at Hermione strangely though and then he checked behind him. Draco was nearly nose to nose with a suspicious Viktor Krum. Draco drew in his breath and readied his wand but at the last second Krum turned away, deciding that whatever he sensed must not really be there. Draco had been so preoccupied with Krum and the possibility of being found out that he hadn’t really paid any attention to just where it was they had landed. They were in the tavern. As Draco stood there in the very spot that he and Hermione had danced on their wedding night, he was suddenly reminded of all the sweet memories he and Hermione had already created together during their brief marriage. He sat down by the fire, out of the way he thought, and then it occurred to him that he didn’t want to singe Harry Potter’s cloak, so he silently crept to the rickety stairs where he took a seat and watched. Hermione was fixing Viktor’s tie, again touching him, which annoyed Draco even more. Then Ernest and Matilda came out. Ernest was dressed as well, wearing a gray suit and bow tie, while Matilda was wearing an emerald green dress to match her eyes and a matching shawl. They all moved to sit down at a table together. Draco could see that the tavern was closed on this night, by the sign in the window that was flipped to read ‘Closed’.

“Don’t even get up Matilda, I’ll get it.” Hermione reached for a bottle of wine behind the bar. She stopped at the stairs where Draco was perched. She looked straight at him and whispered, “Are you hungry too? You can join us.” She stood and stared as if she could see Draco but Draco didn’t move a muscle. She finally turned away and sat back down at the table. Draco sat quietly listening from his near birds eye vantage point.

“My dear boy. I know I can never be a proper mother to you but you should know that I have loved you with all of my heart, everyday of my life. Both Ernest and I are so very proud of your accomplishments. We only hope that we can get to know you. I owe it all to Hermione and Draco for showing us that our love should not be something kept in a closet. She took us to your quidditch game and introduced us to the Wizarding world again.” Now Ernest finally spoke. “I gave you your first flying lessons son. I put you on that broom and away you went like lightning. We used to take evening broom rides before…Voldemort…” Ernest teared up now but Hermione had already been crying for the last ten minutes. The whole table was blathering on with touching sentiments and Draco suddenly felt releived to not be sitting at the table with them. Viktor was sobbing. It was scary seeing a burly guy like Krum cry into his long lost mother’s dress sleeve. Draco felt something stirring within himself. Was he actually getting teary-eyed too? No. A Malfoy doesn’t cry. He had quite enough of this cozy scene so he crept back down the hall into he and Hermione’s room. He drew the curtains all the way, so the room was black and then he waited and hoped.

The door creaked opened and Draco sat up. Hermione entered the room and turned the light on. She peeled her sweater off and then slid her skirt off. She was standing in only her bra and knickers as she sat down on the bed. She rolled over on the bed to turn the light off when she hit something in the bed.

“Who’s there?” Hermione stretched her hands out in front of her but hit only air. Draco had moved and was standing on the other side of the bed now.

Something touched her neck in a satisfying way. She turned around to look but nobody was there. Then she felt something sit down next to her and within a second, she knew who it was. Draco was in her bedroom. She could smell his aftershave and expensive cologne. She smiled to herself. She wanted him so incredibly bad. His lips were on her mouth and his hands were roughly on her body as he threw her down on the bed and fell on top of her. Suddenly the light went off and Hermione reached to turn it back on, to catch a glimpse of her ghostly lover, but Draco threw her arms above her head and pinned them firmly. He was kissing down her neck and chest,Hermione’s breaths coming in shallow pants. She was so hot for her husband. It was all she could do from pouncing on him outside the Slytherin common room when he had finally sucked it up and asked her to stay with him, but she had one last prank to play on her unsuspecting husband.

“Oh, Harry, god it’s been so long. I thought that was you under the cloak. Mmmm make love to me Harry,” Hermione said and then waited. She heard choking sounds and then the lights were on and Draco threw the Invisibility Cloak off himself in a rage.

“Harry! YOU FUCKED HARRY POTTER? YOU THOUGHT I WAS HARRY POTTER?” The look on his face was all that she needed in paybacks. He was completely crushed but then he started to leave.

“Draco stop. I knew it was you,” Hermione said lying down on the bed in a sexy position that she hoped he would find irrestible.

“Bullshit! You thought I was Potty. How long have you been fucking Potter?”

“Never! It was a joke. I knew you and Harry lied to me. I’ve known it since last night. I knew you slept with me and I think its sweet, but if you ever lie to me again I swear to god I’ll hex you into oblivion, Draco Malfoy. You should have told me!”

“That was dirty Hermione! I kiss you and you call me Potter? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get it up again.” Draco shivered as he sat down on the edge of the bed in only his trousers. Hermione leaned forward and kissed his back all the way up to his shoulders.

“Teach you to sneak into a woman’s bed next time,”she said quiting a giggle.

“I thought this was our bed?” Draco said raising an eyebrow.

“It is…So why don’t you come share our bed with me,” Hermione kissed his neck and then turned his head and pressed her lips to his, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her deeply. He wanted her so bad, her taste, her smell, her touch. He needed her so badly. “Draco, there is no mistaking your kisses with anybody else’s. Nobody else can give me goose bumps and chills and make me feel hot allover, all at the same time, except you Dragon.” Draco stood and Hermione began unbuckling his pants. She caressed his legs as Draco loomed over her, his arms wrapped around her head, his fingers in her hair as he kissed the top of Hermione’s head. She pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his waist as she hugged and kissed his stomach. Now Draco suddenly felt teary-eyed for real. How could Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater, ever know love such as the love Hermione Granger Malfoy gave him. They sprawled on the bed kissing and caressing and when Draco moved between her legs and slid himself into her, Hermione whispered in his ear, “Don’t stop making love to me…EVER.” Draco thrust into her hard at this and Hermione felt her climax bubble over the brim. They moaned in each other’s ears, whispered sweet nothings, and came with each other, over and over again. They would never be separated like that again as far as Draco was concerned.

He awoke in the morning naked, legs entangled with Hermione’s like a pretzel. She dug her head into his chest and held her man tightly in her arms.

“I have an idea about how to get the Minister off our back.”

“Good to hear. Hermione, I don’t want you spending time alone with Krum anymore.”

So, they weren’t going to see eye to eye on everything, but at least they were together again. Suddenly a tapping at their window. Hermione was gliding on air today after her night with Draco. Not even Draco’s persistence that she end her friendship with Krum because he could potentially be the killer, which he knew from his meeting with Harry Potter, could spoil her mood. That is, until she saw Harry’s owl at their window and was suddenly filled with a sense of dread. Draco clamored over Hermione as she tore the letter open. When they opened it and read the script, their leftover exuberance from their night of passion, sagged. Another murder last night. This time it was someone they knew. Hermione gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, while Draco pulled her close, trying to pretend he wasn’t completely shocked.

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