The Scorpions Kiss

JK Rowling owns Harry Potter not me I don’t own sheeit!



Chapter 15- Wedded Bliss



Kinglsley Shacklebolt loosened the twine around the heaving girl’s arms as she collapsed onto the cold floor of the crypt. She could hear voices all around her floating through the stale stagnant air as her face lay on the cold stone beneath her, afraid to look up. She suddenly felt a cold chill upon her as his hands made their way through the soft waves of blonde locks that spilled down her shoulders and back as she lay motionless, still too petrified to allow her gaze to meet his.



“What’s wrong with her? You said she was all that you promised.” The man said pulling the girl to his lap where he sat, his eyes lustful and dangerous.



“Our pact has been affirmed, are you questioning my methods? “a voice hissed from behind the man.



“No Mistress of course not, please forgive my insolence,” the man’s hand parted the girl’s legs and she felt his fingers exploring her folds as she writhed in his arms. His mouth was on hers now and she could taste a small trickle of blood as her mouth closed over his waiting lips. Surprised, the man threw her backwards and she landed with a thud once again on the cold hard stone floor of the crypt. Torches burned overhead and she felt her body rising and falling with each labored breath. She threw her body at him once more but he brandished a wand and she found her body held by invisible forces against the crypt wall. Her eyes begged for him. She longed for him.



“She is what you say. My deepest regret for ever doubting thy Mistress. Her beauty is unsurpassed, you chose her very well.” Lucius Malfoy’s voice spoke once again.



“I have no tolerance for your persistent questioning of me. Was I not your Dark Lord’s most entrusted servant? Do you not sense the same conviction in my manner as did he? Maybe I was mistaken in choosing you. Your doubt has clouded my mind now.” The tall lean striking woman said to him in foreboding annoyance. His blasphemy would not be tolerated again.



“No, please Mistress she is perfect. You have been most gracious to the Dark Lord. He spoke of you before he was defeated and all that you could bring us and our followers of the ancient ways. Our union will allow both factions to rise again above the foes that defeat us now. You need me as I need you, please trust this and accept my humbleness you’re graciousness.I am but your servant Isabella.” Lucius moved towards the tall lean figure that hovered above the ground and kissed her full, crimson lips.



“Time is short now Lucius. You will bring him here when the time is right?” The woman of ageless beauty asked.



“It will be done, my Mistress.” Lucius kissed her long wiry, translucent hand.



Hermione was busily making preparations for her wedding.” So much to do and so little time to prepare,” she thought to herself as she dressed in her mother’s gown.



There had been no time to go out and buy her own wedding dress, so her Mother had asked her to wear the wedding dress she wore when she married Hermione’s father. A few quick spells to perform alterations and the dress fit Hermione like a glove.



The headmaster had made special allowances for them after Harry Potter had filled them in on the need for them to stay in the castle. They were to be married in the Great Hall while friends and family looked on. Hermione had asked Ron to be her maid of honor to which he agreed so long as he did not have to wear a dress. Scorpius would bear the rings in his dapper pint sized tuxedo. Draco had been practicing quidditch with some first year students early in the morning, teaching them the basic elements of the game. He had not been the least bit nervous and this bothered Hermione because she was a basket of worry. He had leisurely swaggered into their room after practice, kissed Hermione then dropped his clothes and showered as he whistled a familiar tune.



“It’s almost time honey. Meet you downstairs?” Hermione called into the shower. She could see his lean muscular body glistening in the shower, the water beading on his body in such a succulent way that her heart swelled with love for Draco. She was really going to marry him and this was the happiest day of her life.



“Yeah I think I might go.” Draco had stuck his face outside the shower curtain with a rising smirk on his face.



“You think? You think? Ohhh, you!” Hermione laughed.



“Maybe you need to come in here and teach me a lesson Hermione about manners, hmm?” Draco said as the hot shower beat down on his pale white skin.



“Oh no you have to marry me before you get any of that?” Hermione said in a sly way as she peaked around the bathroom door, not wanting him to see her in her wedding gown.



“Oh you cruel wicked woman you. I guess I am forced to marry you then,” he said as he turned the shower off and Hermione giggled and squealed as she ran out of the bathroom before he could see her.



Draco dressed and made his way downstairs to the Great Hall where The Weasley’s and Hermione’s parents and all their friends sat waiting quietly, whispering amongst themselves. Draco could see the entire Chudley Canon’s quidditch team sitting in the third row of chairs, that had been conjured for the event. The Hall looked beautiful, he thought to himself. Hermione, as always had made the best out of a tough situation and had decorated the place along with some of her third year students with fresh spring flowers and soft pastel banners that hung high from the ceiling of the Great Hall. Hagrid was even here, back from his trip across the Mediterranean in search of a spine bellied Patapluff. From what Hermione could tell, when he had congratulated her and explained his absence this year at Hogwart's; it was a cross between about three different land and sea dwelling animals. Hermione had shook her head in disbelief and told him she was just so happy he was back.



Silence fell over the Great Hall as Draco made his way to the front of the room with Harry right behind him. Ron had decided he would stand at the front with Harry and Draco as Hermione made her entrance instead of walking down the aisle like a normal bridesmaid would. Draco held his hands clasped in front of him,his head held high as he waited for Scorpius and Hermione to join him. A beautiful alter draped with gardenias was perched above Draco as he stood and waited in quiet solitude.



The music started and Draco watched as one of his quidditch friends escorted Mr. and Mrs. Granger to their seats. He had thought briefly about his own mother when he saw Mrs. Granger, who looked just like an older version of Hermione. She would have loved to see her only son marry, but she would not have approved of his choice of soul mates and she had been dead now for many years. Narcissa had not lived long after Lucius was sent back to Azkaban. The shame, and the loss of provider, left her an emotional cripple and social outcast. Draco visited her often and tried to help her out of her shell she had curled her self up into, but she had too much pride and died one day sitting alone in her sewing chair. Draco didn’t need his family at his wedding though, he had all the family he wanted with his beautiful bride and his lovely son.



Harry nodded in Hermione’s direction and Draco turned his head to see the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Hermione wore a beautiful lace strapless dress that flowed in a train behind her as she glowed at Draco, her feet moving like a magnet towards Draco, drawing her towards him closer.



Scorpius looked absolutely adorable in his tux as he walked down the aisle, pillow in hand with the symbols of their love tucked safely around a ribbon of white satin.



Hermione and Draco joined hands each smiling at each other as the wizard minister spoke eloquently of god and love and a joining of heart, mind, body and spirit. They made their traditional vows to one another and then Draco took Hermione in his arms and kissed her softly and deeply as they were pronounced man and wife. The guests were clapping and some crying as Draco and Hermione embraced each other and kissed passionately. Scorpius was once again tugging on his father and new mother’s clothes and just then, his little frog that he had kept in his pocket since Harry had conjured it for him, jumped and landed on Hermione’s head. Draco looked up at her as he broke off their first kiss as man and wife to see a bullfrog staring him in the eye, croaking happily on Hermione’s beautiful head.



“Oh! Scorpius did you lose something?” Hermione screamed as Draco reached up and took it off his blushing bride’s head, handing it back to the innocent faced little boy beneath him. Draco and Hermione both burst into a fit of laughter and when the guests saw that, they too laughed heartily. Draco took Hermione by the hand and they made their grand exit, their friends standing to clap and cheer the happy couple. When they reached the outside of the doors of the Great Hall Draco turned to Hermione and spoke.



“Hermione I want to always remember you this way. You look absolutely gorgeous Mrs. Malfoy.” At the sound of her new name Hermione realized she had not even considered taking his name. Would she now be Professor Malfoy to her students? Draco was staring into her eyes as these thoughts flashed quickly through her mind and then his lips spoke.



“Yes Hermione you will be addressed as Mrs. Malfoy by your class.” Draco smiled and Hermione realized he had just successfully performed legilimency on her- the look of surprise on her face.



“Draco do you know what you just did?!” she said excitedly.



“Yes Hermione, I’ve been able to do it for a while now, but only with you.” He kissed her tenderly, lifting her up into his arms once again and carrying her to their room they would now share as man and wife.