Broomsticks and Alibis

Chapter 14

When Draco and Hermione arrived at the Whomping Willow, they were escorted through the cavernous tunnel that laid a path to the Shrieking Shack, by Harry Potter.

“She was killed at the Shrieking Shack?”

“Yes, only try not to use words like kill or dead. Ron is in there with the victim, and he’s having a hard go of it,” Harry said under his breath. Hermione and Draco held hands as they approached the Gryffindor girl’s corpse. Hermione fought back tears, finally clutching onto Ron who was standing silently over their friends body. She held Ron in her arms and Ron’s head sunk into Hermione’s chest.

“She was so full of life Hermione,” he wailed. Draco ignored the obvious and began looking over the dead girl’s body, while Hermione comforted her friend. Some of her hair had been ripped out of the back of her head and like the others; she was bound at her wrists and ankles. There were red welts and gashes across her legs that looked like she had been whacked repeatedly.

“Hermione? I think we might have something here,” Draco said motioning to Hermione. Harry, who had been busy talking to Moody and two other aurors that were now going to be permanently stationed on the DPU grounds, curiously made his way over to see what Draco had found. Draco opened the girls hand and there, underneath the band of the dead girl’s Gryffindor class ring gold band was a dark hair. Draco plucked the hair from Lavender Brown’s cold dead hand and then handed it to Harry Potter, who then placed it into a small plastic baggie.

“Good work! We have the killer now,” exclaimed Harry Potter as he showed the hair around to the other Aurors.

“You just have to make a polyjuice potion and mix the hair in it. Then whoever drinks it will become Lavender’s killer,” Hermione said wiping her tears away and smiling at Draco’s find.

“Something else. Her legs look like they have been whacked by a broom handle,” Draco said pointing to the series of welts and track marks.

“How do you know that’s from a broom though? Anything could have made those marks. A stick, or even a wand,” Harry countered.

“You weren’t in Slytherin Potter. If you were then you would be familiar with this type of punishment. This is what a quidditch player gets by the hands of his teammates when he doesn’t, oh….say….catch the snitch, because some bloody Gryffindor Seeker beat you to it,” Draco flashed a smile, embarrassed to have just admitted that to Potter of all people.

“You beat each other when you lost a match?”

“Hell yes. What did the Gryffindor’s do?”

“I dunno really. I ‘spose we razzed whoever let us down, maybe ignored him or her for a few days and gave them a hard time.”

“Pussy’s,” Draco mumbled.

“Excuse me Malfoy, I didn’t quite catch that?”

“What kind of solidarity does that show? We would beat each other up and then it was over and we were mates again.”

“It’s just a different way of doing things Harry. Razzing a person and ignoring them can be just as bad as being beaten up,” Hermione defended Draco and the Slytherin boys.

“What are you, like Miss Slytherin class President now ‘Mione?” Ron fired at her with an angry face. His cheeks were so red he looked like he was going to explode.

“No. I just think that maybe everyone has been a little too hard on some of the Slytherins. I have them working on the Funhouse and they have been cooperative and cordial, efficient and energized. I can’t say the same about the Ravenclaws though. They moan and complain about everything I ask them to do.

“Hermione. I think its great you are finally seeing another side to Slytherin, but Lavender was killed by a Slytherin. I can’t look past these welts. It’s a common punishment for sucking in quidditch as well as getting caught. Hell, I have even done this to people before. When Avery dimed me and Flint out in Dumbledore’s office, for flooding the entire fourth floor, both me and Flint gave Avery a good paddling.”

“See ‘Mione! Even your boyfriend admits it,” Ron spat.

“My husband, Ron. Draco is my husband,” Hermione said with a scowl.

“Ok so it’s a Slytherin. Now what?”

“Now, we post Aurors around the school. Hermione, if you could get to work on the polyjuice potion. Draco where was Blaise last night?”

“Hey, wait a minute! You two weren’t together. Malfoy took a bludger and was back to his normal self, being a two faced prick.” Draco glared at Ron and Hermione mimicked that glare.

“He was out. I gave him a sleeping potion because I didn’t feel like following him around. He was hitting on a girl outside the old Transfiguration classroom, that is now Practical Potions for the Stay at Home Witch, just yesterday though. But he hits on so many girls its hard to keep up”

“Well, was it Lavender Brown?” Harry probed.

“I dunno really. They went into the classroom and I stood outside but I couldn’t hear their conversation if that’s what you mean.”

“Why didn’t you follow him in?” Ron said angrily as he looked pathetically at the body of his former girlfriend lying motionless on the rotting floorboards of the Shrieking Shack.

“That’s a chick class. Look, I may be married but I’m still a man. They were doing something called scrapbooking, with lace and ribbons and all sorts of girly stuff. I’m not going back to that class ever, so don’t even ask me Potter. It was a sea of Hufflepuff girls and one or two Ravenclaw and Gryffindor girls.

“Draco, Lavender was in Gryffindor. Was Blaise talking to a girl from Gryffindor? Kind of an annoyingly charming voice. Very animated with her speech, likes to use a lot of flowery words and names and talks endlessly?” Hermione described Lavender Brown.

“I don’t know really. The girl did call him Blaisey Waisey and that’s when I tuned the whole conversation out. I was preoccupied with this hot Gryffindor girl that was walking next to a hunchback bloke with a Bulgarian accent.” Draco looked at Hermione and Hermione dropped her head hiding a smile. She remembered that she had noticed Draco lurking outside that classroom looking at her and Viktor. She had intentionally smiled at Viktor and clasped her arm in his.

“Yeah, that was Lavender alright!” Ron said bending down to hold Lavender’s hand.“She was so adorably sweet. My precious little Lavender. Strong, aggressive, persistant, soft and sweet.” Draco looked at Ron oddly and then glanced to Hermione for answers as to why he was breaking down like he was.

“Lavender gave Ron his first kiss back in our sixth year. They were an item for a while,” Hermione said flatly.

“She wasn’t just my first kiss Hermione. Lavender was a first at everything. Rest in peace sweet Lavender. You will be sorely missed.”

“Are you saying that you slept with Lavender Brown, Ron?”

“Yes! Isn’t it bloody obvious?”

“You just never told me. I assumed you were a virgin because you never wanted to fool around with me.” Hermione said to Ron and Harry coughed loudly, throwing a glance to Hermione that reminded her that Draco was standing there looking extremely uncomfortable at hearing about her sex life prior to Draco, or lack thereof as the case seemed to be.

“I’m sorry ‘Mione, but kissing you was like kissing my sister. Not that Ginny and I have ever kissed, because we haven’t.”

“…..Right….Alright Ron, let’s just stop there shall we? We are all sad to see Lavender go. Let’s leave it at that,” Harry said.

“I’m not sad,” Draco said. All heads turned to look at Draco now.

“Well, I’m not. I didn’t even know her. What’s shocking to me though, is how Blaise managed this when I know for a fact I knocked him out last night.”

“Malfoy, stick to Blaise today and find out if he was lurking about last night. Hermione, you have the carnival night to prepare for. Ginny is trying out quidditch players down at the pitch right now. I’d feel better if you two stuck together and I’m sure Malfoy will check in on his new bride from time to time?” Draco nodded at Harry. “Ron, talk to Lavender’s friends and see if she was dating Blaise Zabini, or if they noticed anything out of the usual. I have a meeting with the Minister at the Ministry this morning. Don’t hesitate to contact me should any new information surface, regarding Lavender’s death or any of the other girls.”

“Harry, I should probably get to work on the polyjuice potion first, since it takes so long to make,” Hermione added.

“Right then. You can use my office. The password is “stilettos.”” Hermione gave Harry an odd look and he blushed. “Dumbedore liked sweets and I like high heels on a woman. Don’t give me that look ‘Mione. Who was it that was going on endlessly about Draco’s big,thick,long….broom.” Harry winked at Hermione and smiled. Draco lifted his chin up and smirked, taking Hermione’s hand in his again.

“Hey, I am with ya man,” Draco said to Harry and Ron also nodded in agreement.

“Eccckkk, men!” Hermione said pulling Draco away from her friends.

With that, they all went their separate ways. Draco escorted Hermione to Harry’s office.

“Aren’t you supposed to be following Blaise?” Hermione said to her shadow, an amorous Draco Malfoy.

“Are you kidding me? And pass up a chance to screw you on the famous Harry Potter’s desk? I am going to have you now little woman of mine and then I’ll follow Blaise.”

“Draco, what are you doing? Uhhh, we can’t do this in here!”

“Why are you talking? Turn around Granger,” Draco said in a deep sexy voice that gave Hermione chills. Hermione gulped and leaned back on Harry’s desk, wrapping her loving arms around Draco’s neck. Draco held her firmly by her shoulders, kissing her mouth roughly. When Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed into his kiss he suddenly pulled back and flipped her around, so she was now facing the desk. He was raking his hands up the outside of her thighs and biting on her neck in such an erotic way, Hermione felt lost in his clutches. She heard the zipper on his trousers and then she felt Draco’s strong hands pulling her panties down. He slipped them over her feet and then stood up, grinding his chest into her back as his hands squeezed her bum. One hand shot around to her front and she could feel Draco’s fingers gently rubbing her clit as he continued to kiss her back and neck.

“Oh, Draco, this feels incredible, don’t stop,”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Draco groaned in her ear and she could feel her earlobe tingle with his hot breath on her skin, as she melted under the sensations.

“Oh yes, fuck me. I want you inside me,” Draco pushed his rock hard cock up against her back and then she felt his wet fingers drag across her stomach until his hands were firmly on her hips. Hermione closed her eyes and waited for what she knew was coming. With his trousers around his ankles now, he moved in closer between her legs. He spread her legs wider with his body and then with mounting passion he shoved his hardness into her. He thrust into her, each time biting on her neck as he did so.

“Rub yourself while I fuck you,” Draco said softly and Hermione did as he asked. She was rubbing herself like Draco had showed her to do, while he fucked her from behind. He would stop and pull her ass closer to him, his thumbs on the small of her back and his fingers on her hips, lightly applying pressure as he rammed himself into her. Hermione leaned over the desk all the way now and Draco slid an arm under her stomach. He was pumping her hard now, her body slamming into his chest as he leaned over her and gave it to her good. His dick was huge in her and she didn’t want this moment to stop. Her first orgasm was quick and strong, and she wailed Draco’s name as he continued to grind into her. His breaths were coming short in her ear and she knew he was about to climax. He thrust upwards with everything he had, Hermione now completely on Harry’s desk and shot his fluids into her, their orgasm mixing in a sweet, sticky mess.

“You know I married you for the sex, right?” Hermione whispered to Draco who was still laying over her back trying to catch his breath.

“And here I was worried that you wanted my money.” Draco pulled out and Hermione whined that he shoud put it back. “The jokes on you though my dear. I have made you a slave to my dick,” Draco said cleaning himself up and zipping his pants up again.”

“Mmm, yes. I think I am.”

“Just wait until I fuck you in your ass. That’s next lesson,” Draco said, and he spanked her bare ass hard.

“Ow!”

“You liked it so shut up Malfoy.”

“You found me out…Hey…you called me Malfoy. How come?”

“Well I shouldn’t really call you Granger anymore, since technically you are a Malfoy now.”

“But I call you Malfoy. I can’t be Malfoy. That;s you.”

“What a quandary we have,” Draco smirked.

“I seems so. You were joking about the ass thing right??” Hermione said flicking her wand and casting a cleaning spell over herself.

“You’ll find out Sweet Pea,” Draco smiled wickedly. “I wouldn’t trust me if I were you,” Draco straightened his tie.

“Here let me do that. You are doing it all wrong.” Draco smiled and let his wife fix his tie for him. When she was done, she kissed him lightly on the mouth and Draco closed his eyes at her gentle touch.

“Better not turn your back on me either, because I am going to make you my bitch. Bitch.” Hermione winked and made a sexy tongue gesture and then left Draco standing there as she began to prepare the polyjuice potion. With his head tilted back and his eyes closed and a grateful smile on his face, he knew this was the lady of his dreams.

“I love you Malfoy,” Draco said kissing her cheek from behind her again.

“I love you too Malfoy. Now go on…get out of here and let me work. I got what I wanted.” Draco laughed heartily and left.

Ginny was thoroughly frustrated with quidditch tryouts. None of the girls were trying at all. The only girls she could even consider putting on the team were the ones that already played quidditch like Angelina and Katie Bell. Cho Chang was acting girly and refusing to play because her dipshit of a boyfriend, a handsome but brainless Ravenclaw, didn’t approve of her playing quidditch anymore. With classes out for the rest of the day, after news of Lavender Browns death spread throughout he University, the Slytherins had decided to watch Ginny conduct try outs.

“What are you looking at frogface?” Ginny said with her eyes narrowed on Pansy Parkinson.

“You talking to me, little bitch?”

“Do you see another person with a face like a frog?”

“Shut up cunt face. I’ve never seen a talking cunt before, have you Blaise?” Pansy said sneering at Ginny Weasley. Draco had found Blaise at long last. Blaise was sitting with the other Slytherin guys, taunting Ginny and all the girls who she had managed to try out to play on the girls quidditch team next week for the carnival and big game.

“Draco? What happened to you man?”

“What happened to me? What happened to you? Where were you last night?” Draco said coolly.

“That potion you gave me must have made me feel better, but I don’t remember what happened last night. I woke up in the girls lavatory on the second floor, with Moaning Myrtle throwing water on me. I told the bitch to stop and then she smacked me in the head with the door. I didn’t think ghosts could really do damage. I promise I’ll get that bitch one way or another.”

“You fucking idiot. So you don’t remember anything before that?” Draco asked as he kept one eye peeled on the feud that was boiling over between Ginny and Pansy in front of them.

“I remember feeling worn out and tired so I laid down on my bunk and the next thing I knew I was waking up with Myrtle. You don’t think she raped me, do you? I kind of felt violated and my pants were down.” Blaise shivered at the thought of being seduced by a ghost girl.

“Bitch!”

“Cunt!”

SLAP

SLAP

Draco ran to break up the catfight. Ginny was now down on the ground holding Pansy’s head over a puddle of mud on the quidditch field.

“Ladies…What’s the problem here?” Draco said pulling Ginny off of Pansy.

“Get this walking sexually transmitted disease off my quidditch pitch!”

“It isn’t your quidditch pitch! Just because you are fucking Harry Potter doesn’t mean you can order us all around like a house elf!” Pansy spat as Draco now helped her up too. Standing between the girls so they couldn’t swipe at each other again, Draco tried to mediate, a cause that was pretty much futile as both girls lashed out at one another.

“Practice is over! You all suck!” Ginny said, but Pansy just stood there with her hands on her hips.

“Pansy, can I get a minute with Weasley?”

“Sure,Draco. Oh, Draco, do you want to take me to the carnival?” Pansy said reaching for Draco’s belt buckle and curling it around her fingers with her best alluring smile. Draco ran his fingers across her face, grabbing her jaw firmly. By Pansy’s reaction, she thought she was about to be kissed by Draco and she closed her eyes and puckered up to receive his kiss.

“Pansy…I have decided to give my marriage another try. I will be taking my wife to the carnival. Just so we understand though where things stand between us, I need you to know that should I ever find myself in need of a date, you my dear Pansy, would be the LAST person I would come to. Aren’t you supposed to be working on something for the Funhouse? I want to see your progress.” Draco let go of Pansy’s face and she rubbed her face with a deflated expression.

“You’re still a cunt! Cunt!” Pansy said to Ginny before sulking away.

“Thanks for the help with that one. Now, if I could solve my quidditch problem,” Ginny said looking down at the ground somberly.

“Why don’t you make it a couples quidditch game. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that. I think you might have a lot more takers,” Draco suggested.

“Oh my Gods, that is such a great idea! Of course, Harry and I will kick all your arses.”

“Yeah, you probably will, but I think it would be fun to teach Hermione how to play quidditch.”

“You rock Malfoy! I am going to go post a bulletin right away!” Draco headed back to the Slytherin guys at this.

“So,Draco, you and Hermione back together again then? I heard what you said to Pansy,” Avery said announcing this to all the Slytherins, who now cocked their heads in anticipation of Draco’s response. It was now or never. He wouldn’t be apart from her again and furthermore he really didn’t care what his friends thought of his marriage. He loved Hermione and the rest could screw off. He did however, want to stay close to Blaise, but he would have to risk it.

“Yeah,” Draco said nervously and left it at that.

“I don’t blame you. Hermione is different then the other Gryffindor girls. She actually told me that I was gifted in art yesterday. No other girl has ever told me that I was good at anything, except being an arsehole,” Avery said and Flint and the others chuckled.

“That’s because you are an arse, Avery,” Draco said smiling.

“Yeah you got lucky with her, Draco. Do you like, how do I put it, love her?” Flint asked.

“I married her didn’t I?”

“My father never loved my mother. It was arranged.”

“I’ve seen your mother Flint. Your father definitely got the raw end of the stick on that arranged marriage,” Blaise chuckled.

“What would you know? Least Draco admits he loves his wife, unlike you, who fucks everything that walks. I heard you slept with Lavender Brown last night and then she turned up dead. They’re coming for ya Blaise,” Avery laughed hard, making eerie ghostly nosises and holding his hands above his head, at his joke. Draco watched Millicent Bullstrode slink away with her head held low at that comment.

“Why the fuck did you say that you fuckin arsehole!” Blaise grabbed Avery by the scruff of his nec, while Draco watched. They often hit each other with fists or spells when they were pissed off at each other, so it wasn’t anything to get too nervous about.

“I was just fucking around. You probably did fuck Lavender though. Now that Draco here took himself off the market, you have made up for his loss in numbers.”

“Hahaha, very funny. You are a fucking dumbass Avery. That’s my wife moron! Millicent heard you say that. I would hex you right now if I had my wand, but fucking scarhead took it. Oh fucking Christ..what am I going to do now? Look at her! I’m going to get reamed good for this one and I didn’t even fuck the dead bitch, Lavender, or whatever her name was!” Blaise was pissed.

“Why don’t you try keeping your dick in your pants, Blaise? You’re married so learn to act like it.”

“Just because your wife has your penis in a potions jar,wrapped with pretty bows and toffee’s, doesn’t mean I will let my wife do the same to me. Millicent knows the score. She got a husband out of this.”

“Why don’t you get off your stupid arse and go talk to her Blaise,” Draco finally said as the guys began making crude jokes. “Tell her you love her and then act like you mean it.”

“I don’t want to be like you Draco. Your little bitch may have snowed the others into thinking she gives a shit about them, but I know what she is. She’s nothing but a good for nothing, mudblood. Just because you decided to betray your people, doesn’t mean I would ever do the same. Millicent may be fat and ugly but she knows the score! She knows not to associate with mudbloods, and she’s more woman then your precious Hermione will ever be!” With that, Blaise stormed off, grabbing Millicent by the arm and swinging her around. Within a minute, they were kissing and making up.

“You just going to take that Draco?” Flint prodded.

Draco fumed, but walked the other way. He wasn’t going to change anyone’s mind, who wasn’t ready to change themselves, so he ignored Blaise.

Meanwhile in the Great Hall around lunchtime….

“Herminoninny!” Viktor raced up to Hermione, just as she entered the Great Hall. The polyjuice potion was brewing. She had learned over the years to start with a base, a mix of ingredients she kept in storage for such occasions as this. By using the base, that was already prepared, she could cut the brewing time down to a week instead of months. She was tired from her trysts with Draco that had left her tingling from head to toe. All she wanted to do was grab a bite of lunch and then track Ginny down, in order to offer her services in carnival and quidditch night preparations. She greeted Viktor politely and with a smile, but in the back of her mind was Draco’s warning. She didn’t like disobeying Draco, even if he was being a prat when he asked her not to spend time with Viktor, but she did intend to cut her time short with Krum, as she felt uneasy about going against Draco’s wishes.

“Viktor! How are your mother and father? Did it go well after I left you alone with them?”

Viktor filled her in on the joyous occasion. It seemed they had all agreed to spend together in the future. Viktor had even invited them to the carnival, which Hermione thought was delightful. She had hoped that by finding his parents, Viktor would feel more at ease and would start to open up to other people, as well as Hermione. He seemed though, to be clingier then ever on this day.

“Herminoninny…” Viktor said placing one hand on Hermione’s thigh and his other hand on her cheek. Hermione leaned back in her chair, but he was so close, she had no viable means of exit. “I want to ask you to be my date to the carnival. It would give me great pleasure…”

THWAP!

“Oh, I bet it would give you great pleasure,” Draco said in a drawling, moronic sounding Bulgarian accent, as he pulled back his fist and clocked Viktor as hard as he could, sending the Bulgarian to the ground.

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