The Scorpions Kiss
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Chapters:
20
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7,656
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7
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 17
K Rowling as we all know and love holds the rights to Harry Potter. We would all love to own Draco Malfoy though :D
We are finally getting down to it now, only a few more chapters to go. Please review and thanks!
Chapter 17- Till Death Do Us Part
Draco and Hermione had been married now for two weeks and it was just as good as she had suspected it would be. She was his wife now and they didn’t have to sneak or hide or make excuses to be together and this made Hermione feel confidant and secure. Draco had even reacted positively to the union. He was high on life these days and it showed in everything he did. His quidditch classes had finally began to pay off for the house quidditch teams at Hogwarts. They had all rapidly improved and Draco had been offered a permanent teaching job at the school. He had decided not to make a decision on the job until after all the nastiness with his father had been resolved. This bothered Hermione a little because Draco seemed to not want to make any plans for anything past the next month. Hermione had tried to plan a honeymoon for the two of them and Draco would just say that it sounded nice, with a strained look on his face. Hermione secretly knew inside that her loving husband Draco Malfoy, did not think he would be alive to take Hermione on that honeymoon, therefore he didn’t want to plan it. He would never tell her this but she sensed it, just as she sensed that something bad was coming for them just around the corner. She pushed these thoughts out of her mind, for fear of shattering the precious life she held so near and dear to her heart with Draco and Scorpius.
It was a glorious late winter day. The sun was shining and spring was just around the corner. Hermione had been feeling a little under the weather so she decided to get some fresh air after spending the better part of the morning in the library looking up references for Harry. She left the castle on foot and made her way down to the quidditch field where Draco was teaching his seventh year students again the finer elements of quidditch. She would soak in some fresh air while grading a few student’s papers and reading some of the books she had checked out of the restricted section in the school library. Scorpius was practicing for a play with the Hufflepuff first years, where he would play the daring and adorable Prince Valiant’s son. Hermione had made him a costume with a sword and all, and he enjoyed running around their quarters slashing at pretend dragons and beasts. The marriage had really given Scorpius the stability that he so craved and needed. He had called her Mommy on a couple of occasions, mostly after a bad dream when he needed comforting, but he still preferred to call her Miss “Mione and Hermione was pleased regardless of what he called her. She had requested to adopt him legally with the Ministry of Magic and it would be only a matter of days before she heard back on the proceedings. Things were going very well for the Malfoys’.
Hermione had nearly reached the quidditch field when she knelt down to pick up one of her quills that had fallen from her hands. When she stooped she saw a shadow on the ground over top of her and when she looked she was face to face with a beast of a man, his entire body shrouded in a dark cloak, his teeth snarling, his mouth foaming. She screamed loudly but the figure snatched her into his claw like hands and then she was soaring high in the air.
With her scream Draco turned to see Hermione being carried off high in the air by something, something that he knew not what it was but he called his Firebolt to him and mounted it in frenzied fashion.
His heart panicked as he watched his new bride disappearing into the clouds. He flew like he had never flown before, the wind in his hair, his quidditch cape flapping in the air as he leaned down against the broom handle, using the aerodynamics of his Firebolt to his advantage. He finally spotted them and was gaining on the man- like beast with fangs, who clutched his wife with his claw- like fingers and then he noticed someone behind him.
“Remmey is that you? “ Draco said turning around briefly to look at the Gryffindor student who was trailing him.
“Yes sir I thought you might need some help.” Remmey replied.
“Draco had no time to tell the student to go back or to stay, he wasn’t even sure himself what he wanted at the moment, all he knew was he had to rescue Hermione from her abductors evil grip.
Draco pulled up alongside the monster that flew without the use of a broom or anything else as far as he could tell. He jerked his Firebolt hard to the left careening into the side of the beast’s body on the opposite side to which he held Hermione dangling in the air screaming for Draco. The monster of a man looked at Draco as he maneuvered his broomstick to his other side. Draco was desperately reaching for Hermione trying to pull her onto his broomstick to no avail. Every time he would get close enough to reach for her outstretched hand he was throttled hard by the man, nearly knocking him from his broom.
The beast was flying high now and the air began to feel dense in Draco’s lungs as he continued his pursuit, recklessly bumping the beast, doing anything to make him let his beautiful wife go. He had thought about the situation and decided he needed to get the beast to release her and he would catch her as she fell through the air. He had caught her once in the air, he could do it again. This had to work he thought as he placed his hands sideways on his Firebolt, and in one quick motion flung his body around the handle and in doing so flipping his entire body around in circles on the broom a thousand feet up in the sky. His legs battered the beast’s body as he flipped around and around and finally the beast fell hard to the right letting go of his grasp on Hermione as he did so, his body stiff for a moment as he fell. It was just enough time to fly to Hermione who was plummeting to the ground her screams sending chills up his spine. He reached Hermione and grabbed her hard and pulled her in, onto his broom. She hugged him tight and he gave her a quick peck on the lips as he flew fast to get away from the beast as he had regained his composure and was overtaking them, nearly on them now.
Draco flew faster then he had ever flown before but the beast who was not restricted by any broom or artificial means of transport passed by them, in front of them now and then Draco saw it. The man had turned around and was speeding fast and furiously straight at Draco, who yanked his broom to the right with such force they were jolted nearly off the broom. The beast calculated his move though and also went that way, finally smashing head first into a relentless Draco Malfoy, and then Draco was falling through the clouds, Hermione no where in sight. He screamed as he fell and at this moment he wished for his own death. The beast had won. He had taken Hermione away from him and there was nothing he could do; his broom miles away from him now, probably in pieces somewhere. Draco closed his eyes and dreamed of death, and then he hit something. Reemey shook Draco hard. He was lying in the middle of the quidditch field, with the Gryffindor boy and all of his seventh year students looking at him.
“I caught you at the last second Professor Malfoy. The beast got away.” Remmey said.
Draco sat up and it all came back to him again. He had to talk to Harry Potter. Harry could take him to the place where Hermione was being held. Harry Potter could tell him why a twisted and monster- like featured Kingsley Shacklebolt had abducted his wife.
We are finally getting down to it now, only a few more chapters to go. Please review and thanks!
Chapter 17- Till Death Do Us Part
Draco and Hermione had been married now for two weeks and it was just as good as she had suspected it would be. She was his wife now and they didn’t have to sneak or hide or make excuses to be together and this made Hermione feel confidant and secure. Draco had even reacted positively to the union. He was high on life these days and it showed in everything he did. His quidditch classes had finally began to pay off for the house quidditch teams at Hogwarts. They had all rapidly improved and Draco had been offered a permanent teaching job at the school. He had decided not to make a decision on the job until after all the nastiness with his father had been resolved. This bothered Hermione a little because Draco seemed to not want to make any plans for anything past the next month. Hermione had tried to plan a honeymoon for the two of them and Draco would just say that it sounded nice, with a strained look on his face. Hermione secretly knew inside that her loving husband Draco Malfoy, did not think he would be alive to take Hermione on that honeymoon, therefore he didn’t want to plan it. He would never tell her this but she sensed it, just as she sensed that something bad was coming for them just around the corner. She pushed these thoughts out of her mind, for fear of shattering the precious life she held so near and dear to her heart with Draco and Scorpius.
It was a glorious late winter day. The sun was shining and spring was just around the corner. Hermione had been feeling a little under the weather so she decided to get some fresh air after spending the better part of the morning in the library looking up references for Harry. She left the castle on foot and made her way down to the quidditch field where Draco was teaching his seventh year students again the finer elements of quidditch. She would soak in some fresh air while grading a few student’s papers and reading some of the books she had checked out of the restricted section in the school library. Scorpius was practicing for a play with the Hufflepuff first years, where he would play the daring and adorable Prince Valiant’s son. Hermione had made him a costume with a sword and all, and he enjoyed running around their quarters slashing at pretend dragons and beasts. The marriage had really given Scorpius the stability that he so craved and needed. He had called her Mommy on a couple of occasions, mostly after a bad dream when he needed comforting, but he still preferred to call her Miss “Mione and Hermione was pleased regardless of what he called her. She had requested to adopt him legally with the Ministry of Magic and it would be only a matter of days before she heard back on the proceedings. Things were going very well for the Malfoys’.
Hermione had nearly reached the quidditch field when she knelt down to pick up one of her quills that had fallen from her hands. When she stooped she saw a shadow on the ground over top of her and when she looked she was face to face with a beast of a man, his entire body shrouded in a dark cloak, his teeth snarling, his mouth foaming. She screamed loudly but the figure snatched her into his claw like hands and then she was soaring high in the air.
With her scream Draco turned to see Hermione being carried off high in the air by something, something that he knew not what it was but he called his Firebolt to him and mounted it in frenzied fashion.
His heart panicked as he watched his new bride disappearing into the clouds. He flew like he had never flown before, the wind in his hair, his quidditch cape flapping in the air as he leaned down against the broom handle, using the aerodynamics of his Firebolt to his advantage. He finally spotted them and was gaining on the man- like beast with fangs, who clutched his wife with his claw- like fingers and then he noticed someone behind him.
“Remmey is that you? “ Draco said turning around briefly to look at the Gryffindor student who was trailing him.
“Yes sir I thought you might need some help.” Remmey replied.
“Draco had no time to tell the student to go back or to stay, he wasn’t even sure himself what he wanted at the moment, all he knew was he had to rescue Hermione from her abductors evil grip.
Draco pulled up alongside the monster that flew without the use of a broom or anything else as far as he could tell. He jerked his Firebolt hard to the left careening into the side of the beast’s body on the opposite side to which he held Hermione dangling in the air screaming for Draco. The monster of a man looked at Draco as he maneuvered his broomstick to his other side. Draco was desperately reaching for Hermione trying to pull her onto his broomstick to no avail. Every time he would get close enough to reach for her outstretched hand he was throttled hard by the man, nearly knocking him from his broom.
The beast was flying high now and the air began to feel dense in Draco’s lungs as he continued his pursuit, recklessly bumping the beast, doing anything to make him let his beautiful wife go. He had thought about the situation and decided he needed to get the beast to release her and he would catch her as she fell through the air. He had caught her once in the air, he could do it again. This had to work he thought as he placed his hands sideways on his Firebolt, and in one quick motion flung his body around the handle and in doing so flipping his entire body around in circles on the broom a thousand feet up in the sky. His legs battered the beast’s body as he flipped around and around and finally the beast fell hard to the right letting go of his grasp on Hermione as he did so, his body stiff for a moment as he fell. It was just enough time to fly to Hermione who was plummeting to the ground her screams sending chills up his spine. He reached Hermione and grabbed her hard and pulled her in, onto his broom. She hugged him tight and he gave her a quick peck on the lips as he flew fast to get away from the beast as he had regained his composure and was overtaking them, nearly on them now.
Draco flew faster then he had ever flown before but the beast who was not restricted by any broom or artificial means of transport passed by them, in front of them now and then Draco saw it. The man had turned around and was speeding fast and furiously straight at Draco, who yanked his broom to the right with such force they were jolted nearly off the broom. The beast calculated his move though and also went that way, finally smashing head first into a relentless Draco Malfoy, and then Draco was falling through the clouds, Hermione no where in sight. He screamed as he fell and at this moment he wished for his own death. The beast had won. He had taken Hermione away from him and there was nothing he could do; his broom miles away from him now, probably in pieces somewhere. Draco closed his eyes and dreamed of death, and then he hit something. Reemey shook Draco hard. He was lying in the middle of the quidditch field, with the Gryffindor boy and all of his seventh year students looking at him.
“I caught you at the last second Professor Malfoy. The beast got away.” Remmey said.
Draco sat up and it all came back to him again. He had to talk to Harry Potter. Harry could take him to the place where Hermione was being held. Harry Potter could tell him why a twisted and monster- like featured Kingsley Shacklebolt had abducted his wife.