Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Chapter 13

“Why did you do it?”

“Because I loved you more.”

“But what you did…”

“Yes, what I did was an abomination….and I’d do it allover again, if given the choice.”

“How can you say that?” the man cried, feeling tormented and confused.

“Because you are the son of Narcissa Black. You are the son I always wished for and when I held you for the first time I knew I’d never let anyone harm you, ever. There was never any choice. You have your own son now…Do you not understand that I would do anything, even commit murder, in order to save you? There are no bounds to a Father’s love.”

“Yes…I do understand that. I too, would do the same if anyone ever tried to hurt Scorpius. It isn’t something that I would ever admit to…Hermione, even. I would kill or be killed to save my son. I love you Father and what happened here tonight will never be known by the Ministry.”

“I love you too Draco,” Lucius embraced his son, the two blond men sharing a moment that neither would ever admit happened.

“How did you warn me though? I might have killed myself if it wasn’t for your voice,” Draco asked.

“The butterflies..the spell you cast on my wand tied our two wands together. I was connected to you by those means.”

“You told Nathaniel that you…too..knew…”

“He was born of a vampire Draco. Only vampires can be that powerful. I am bound by the same laws of the wizarding world as you, my son.”

“So you lied?”

“Yes, I lied to protect you.”

A week later at Malfoy Manor…

“We’ve been lying in bed for a week recovering. Do you think we should venture downstairs at least?”

“You aren’t going anywhere Malfoy,” Draco captured his wife’s lips again as they lay naked and embracing in the dim light of their bedchamber.

“Mmm Draco. You know it’s your birthday tomorrow?” Hermione said running her fingers through Draco’s soft silky hair. Their battle wounds had healed, but Draco refused to get out of bed with Hermione, except to check on their son and give him the required and needed hugs and kisses.

“Yes, I’m aware and I intend to collect on it too.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind, because I had something in mind.”

“You first,” Draco said.

“I’ve decided that I will stay home and raise Scorpius myself. “ Draco raised an eyebrow at Hermione and pulled his lips away from hers for the first time in days it seemed. They had enjoyed sharing the closeness, so much that neither of them had been able to keep their hands off each other in the week after Nathaniel’s death. “Yes, in fact, with the extra time, I was thinking we should expand our family. I’d like a daughter, wouldn’t you?” Draco rolled between her legs at hearing this, grinding his hardness into her abdomen. Hermione giggled at feeling her husband’s enthusiasm.” I take it that’s a, yes?” His mouth was on her neck.

“Yes,” Draco said through mumbled breaths.” Are you sure you want to give up your job at the Ministry?”

“I’ll still have my husband working at the highest level. I’ll just have to push him in the right direction from time to time. In fact, I have this idea that I’ve been playing around with for years. It’s called S.P.E.W and …” Draco slid his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to cut off her speech.

“You were saying Sweet pea?” Draco smirked.

“Uhhh, I think I forgot. Draco?”

“Yes.” Draco pushed against her body, rocking gently in simulated motion of what he wanted to do to her, her arms extended above her head and his arms lying over top of hers. Hermione clasped her finger’s in Draco’s,above her head and whispered into his ear.

“Want to cuff me?”

“Yes. But I can’t. Your wrists are still sore,” Draco said pulling her arms down and kissing the place where Nathaniel has restrained her with shackles. They hadn’t spoken about the ordeal, preferring to just bask in each other’s amorous company. They would discuss it some day but not this day.

“I could use that cream. I left it in the baby’s room. I’ll be right back.” Draco watched as Hermione belted a green colored silk robe around herself and exited the bedchamber. Hermione waltzed breezily into Scorpius’s room and once again fumbled through the bathroom for the healing cream that would heal her wrists. She had done this so many times before it was routine, but this time the magical ointment wasn’t there. She searched more, but still she couldn’t find the cream. She traipsed back into Scorpius’s room, intent on returning to the bedchamber and telling a disappointed Draco that they couldn’t use the cuffs today, because she couldn’t find the healing cream. She stopped when she saw Narcissa sitting in the rocker once again, rocking a sleeping Scorpius. She ran a loving hand through her son’s white blond hair and then smiled down at Narcissa.

“Did you give Draco the news about the baby?”

“Yes and no. I told him I wanted to try. I didn’t tell him I was already pregnant.”

“How come,dear?”

“Because he wants to ‘try” to knock me up. I don’t want to miss out on that!” Hermione smiled devilishly and Narcissa raised her eyebrow, a curl of her lip evident.” For Narcissa that was as good as great belly laughs. “You haven’t seen the healing cream have you?” Hermione asked on the off chance that she did know where it was. Narcissa turned bright red, and reached into her cloak and passed the ointment to Hermione.

“Did Scorpius have another diaper rash?”

“No. I used it,” Narcissa replied shortly.

“I hope nothing is wrong with you?” Hermione asked with a concerned voice.

“No. I just…well…I invited Lucius back. He arrived while Scorpius was napping and my wrists were a little sore after…you know,” Narcissa said in a whisper, barely able to look at Hermione.

“Oh! That’s wonderful! Did you enjoy yourself this time?” Hermione asked eagerly. After her talk with Lucius she was interested to know if they were able to change it up a little in the love-making department.

“It was something else, if I do say so myself. You should see his wrists though! Makes me wonder if he was with another witch in the Riviera. I couldn’t be more pleased though. I never knew it could be like that. I may surprise him later, even after I lay Scorpius down.”

“He looks to be out like a light. Let me take him. I’ll lay him down. No time like the present,” Hermione said with a smile as she took Scorpius and laid him gently in the bed, tucking him in and turning out the light before closing his door and returning to Draco in the bedchamber.

“Your Father is back and with a vengeance. I just caught your mother with bruised up wrists! I think he tried some of the things we mentioned.”

“Hermione,stop! Do not talk about my parents when I am laying here hard as a rock. It does unnatural things to a man!” Draco said in his normal ornery way. Hermione laughed and jumped on the bed, bouncing wildly up and down until Draco tackled her and mounted her, tearing the robe from her body. Their lips met and Draco’s tongue plunged down her throat as he thrust inside of her. They made love through the night in many odd and exciting positions.

Draco was finally tired of being served meals with Hermione in the bedchamber. He wanted to read the paper and perhaps go through his Ministry owls that were mounting into a mountainous peak on his desk in the study. He ordered the house elves to bring his tea and toast into the study where he would spend some time reading the Daily Prophet and catching up on everything. He was shocked to see his Father sitting in the study, paper in front of his face, sitting rigidly in a leather chair by a window that let in the morning light through the lavish drapes of the Manor. When he saw Draco he folded the paper and set it on his desk. Draco pulled it forward and read the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Serial Killer’s lair found! The wizarding world received an anonymous tip last week that the mind rapist and murderer of over twenty witches and wizards, could be found at the Bathist Estate. Upon inspection by top Ministry Aurors in the city of Istanbul,shallow graves were unearthed to bring the total number of deaths to twenty-five deaths. The body of the worst monster to ever stalk the streets of Istanbul was not found, but his signature magic, that emanates from a reported amber necklace that he wears around his neck, a talisman that he uses to enter the mind of his victims, was not felt by sensitives. Seers on the case believe he has either died or has moved on to new stomping grounds.

Draco pushed the newspaper away and took a bite of his toast. His eyes narrowed on his Father.

“What kind of inept Aurors do they have working for them?” Draco finally said.

“I went back Draco. I had to give him a proper burial,” Lucius said coolly.

“Oh? So where did you bury him? If the Aurors find his body, they could trace the magic from your wand. The memory you gave him Father…was the last trace of magic on his body.”

“They won’t find him,” Lucius replied as if certain.

“How do you know?”

“Because he wasn’t there.”

“He wasn’t there? I watched you let him go. He fell…” Draco leaned forward with interest now.

“He’s a rather resourceful animagus. Perhaps he flew away. It was dark and he takes the form of a black raven.”

“I remember,” Draco shuddered.

“Then it was all for nothing, Father. All of it. The pain the Potter’s endured at his hands. Hermione and myself and…you, Father. All for nothing.”

“No.,” Lucius replied with a twisted sneer.

Lucius reached into his cloak and pulled out a dangling gem on a chain.

“ I snatched it from his neck before he fell. He didn’t think I knew what it was. I have extensively researched every dark artifact that is known to witch and wizard alike. In my retirement I even took to bird watching.”

“Bird watching, Father?” Draco said

“Yes, Draco. It’s part of my recovery. I decided after the war that I needed to familiarize myself with muggles. My aversion to them was unnatural and I found fitting into the new society of muggle friendly correctness, difficult to say the least.” Draco smirked and laughed. This was true. Lucius barely left the Manor, after the new Minister stepped in and declared that muggle-borns and muggles were to be treated equally and that racism would not be tolerated. Apparently, he had used his time wisely. “So I paid a visit to a Muggle museum, on one of your mother’s never ending shopping excursions, while in Paris. “I was admiring a sculpture that I had seen in wizarding books. It is supposed to come alive once a year with the ghost of Merlin. The silly muggles have no clue what they have in their own museum. I could have made off with it with a simple charm, it was that easy.”

“But, you didn’t though, right? Because your son is the Minister of Magic and he would have to bust you Father. So if you took it, then perhaps it wouldn’t be prudent at this juncture to speak about it, unless you have retained Hermione as counsel.”

“I didn’t take it Draco. Stop looking at me that way. As I said I like bird watching better.”

Draco reciprocated the same curled lip that Lucius cast him.

“I’ll bite, Father. Just what does bird watching have to do with Nathaniel’s charm you are holding between your fingers?”

“Everything, Draco. I saw this black raven swoop into the museum. Paris is a dirty city with dirty birds everywhere, so nobody noticed the raven. Nobody but me that is…”

“Because you were bird watching?” Draco asked.

“Indeed. This cunning bird took the most priceless object in the entire museum while the muggle security guard napped, with a half eaten sandwich in his hand. I watched with great interest and then joined your mother for lunch in one of those lovely Bistro’s. The pastries are simply delightful Draco. You really ought to take Hermione there sometime. I found this wonderful little one down by the…”

“Father! Is rambling off on tangents part of retirement too?” Draco cracked a smile. Lucius shot him a contemptuous sneer and continued. “Right here…” Lucius plucked an old book from the bookshelf and shoved it across Draco’s desk. Draco allowed his eyes to be diverted away the talisman that swung in his father’s hands.

“The Talisman of Wallachia,” Draco read aloud. “What is it Father?”

“History of Magic never was your best subject Draco. You were always brewing those convoluted and intricate potions. The Talisman of Wallachia belonged to the greatest vampire ever known. Prince Vlad, better known as Dracula. Nathaniel learned to wield it as it was intended. He really is brilliant. He obviously shares my interest in all things ancient.”

“Why, you almost sound proud of Nathaniel?” Draco interjected.

“Yes, I suppose I am. Without the talisman, he is just a confused and messed up boy.”

“He’s hardly a boy Father.”

“Just as you are my boy, so is Nathaniel, and he always will be.”

“If he shows up here and threatens my family I’ll kill him,” Draco said coolly and with malice.

“He isn’t a threat to us anymore. I’ll go after him, after I repair the relationship with your mother.”

“Seems you have had quite a head start on that front, if what my nosy wife tells me is true.” Draco said and Lucius smiled. Draco took another bite of his toast and washed it down with a mouthful of tea.

“I have a birthday gift for you my son.” Draco raised an eyebrow at the mention of a gift from his Father. He had no idea what to expect. “I figured…what do you get the boy that has everything? Then it came to me.” Lucius produced a Pensieve and laid it on Draco’s desk, before turning to leave.

“How did you get this Father?”

“I told the Ministry that my son, the Minister of Magic, needed it. I may have threatened your secretary into hand delivering it. Maybe mentioned that it was of great importance and that her job was on the line. In any case there it is! Just dive right in,son. Happy Birthday. Oh…and I should still like to have a look into the Dark Crystal. It’s such a beautiful day, perhaps I will take a walk around the grounds. I haven’t paid my Father Abraxas a visit in a while. Perhaps a trip to the crypts is warranted.” Lucius smiled and Draco knew he had found his hiding place. He was in such a good mood today though that he just nodded and then looked down into he Pensieve, gulping, before plunging head first into the swirling bowl of memories.

Draco found himself in one of the more lavishly decorated rooms of the twenty-five bedroom, Malfoy Manor. His mother was looking beautiful as ever, glowing, as she held something fragile in her arms. Lucius entered the room and knelt at his wife’s side. Draco leaned over the bed to see what it was that she cradled. His heart began to race when he saw a tiny baby with shimmering silver eyes, glaring back up at him.

“I wish to introduce you to your son, Lucius. Is he not the most perfect sight you have ever lain eyes on?” Lucius choked up as Narcissa presented the baby to him, his naked body swaddled in the softest cashmere ever made.

“He is my perfect boy. He will have everything that a Malfoy deserves. Draco…I wish to name him Draco Abraxas Malfoy. Does this suit you Narcissa?” Narcissa nodded, her face all a glow. Lucius took the baby in his arms and walked over to the window.

“Your Daddy has made many mistakes, and will probably make many more where you are concerned, but I make this promise to you today, that I will love you and protect you from this day forward.” Lucius pressed the tiny Draco to his forehead, where he nuzzled his face against Draco’s. His lips kissed his nose and his cheek and his forehead and then he cradled him in his strong arm. He reached into his robes and pulled out a silver spoon, placing it in the tiny baby’s fingers. The newborns reflex grabbed onto the perfect silver spoon. He was so delighted that he knelt at Narcissa’s side to show him what a strong grip Draco had and how he was going to grow to be a strong Malfoy man.

“Honestly Lucius, he’s too young for such extravagant gifts.” Lucius frowned and laid Draco on his mothers breast. The baby immediately began to suckle at his mother’s breast.

“With a gluttonous appetite for the breast, my son is sure to produce us many Malfoy heir’s.” Narcissa laughed and Lucius too chuckled until the both of them were laughing hysterically, young Draco falling asleep at his mother’s breast after feeding. Lucius scooted in next to his wife and kissed her tenderly.

“Thank you Narcissa, for loving the man that I am. I know I am not always perfect, like this wonderful boy of ours is…but I do so love you.” They kissed and then Draco found himself being sucked back into the present.

Hermione was standing in the doorway smiling when he returned. Draco wiped the moisture form his eyes, attempting to hide his emotional response from Hermione.

“Draco…I have something to tell you.” Draco couldn’t imagine a better birthday until Hermione spoke, her hands holding her abdomen, and changed his world…for the second time.

The

End

By Jennifer Byers

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So, I have another Broomsticks story called Broomsticks and The Big Apple planned. Scorpius will be a little older and will be a bit of a juvenile delinquent in a purely Draco kind of way. A bit of a smooth talker and a ladies man. Premise is, Draco and Hermione finally do travel to America . It will NOT be a creepy fic like this one. More of a Draco/Hermione as parents but also with a plot. They also have another child :P Unfortunately Hermione will not get a girl, just yet lol I could say more but I’m going for love story type of romantic story set in a Wizarding world in New York City. There will be many exchange students from Britain going to America Wizarding schools. That is all I will say.

Just so there is no doubt…The chapter with Harry and Draco did not happen…The scene with Ginny and Draco did…. Draco had his mind taken over when he saw the serpent design on the house in the woods. He portkeyed to the Bathist house and was knocked out, where Nathaniel was able to enter his mind.