Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomsticks and The Big Apple

Chapter 16

“Let’s get it and get the hell out of here,” Draco said to Luke. The cemetery was eerie. Freezing rain fell from the sky and a dense fog enveloped the four men.

“Pssst, Draco!” Nathaniel called out. “The Pureblood crypts are over here.”

“Alohomora,” Lucius said and the heavy door creaked open. Cobwebs stuck to their hair and clothing as they moved through the passageway. Only their wands light lit their path. Without warning, a voice echoed a word of warning throughout the chamber. It told them to get out, but Draco knew it was just an old ghost and he ignored the voices.

“You aren’t scared are you Luke? It’s okay if you’re a bit creeped out.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m going to see a dead body! I’ve never seen a dead body before.” Draco suddenly had doubts about bringing Luke along. He needed Luke’s expertise though and as much as his age would indicate otherwise, Draco couldn’t ignore the fact that Luke had lived on his own for two months and had eluded Draco at every turn. Still, he hadn’t come down hard on him yet. He and Hermione were waiting until after the holidays to lay down his punishment. Actions reap consequences and Luke’s leaving would not go unpunished. For now though, they had a ring off a dead guy, to retrieve.

“It’s over here. The Stratton family crypt. See,” Lucius pointed to the large monolith with engraved markings indicating generations of Stratton’s were buried there.

“Was his name, Charles?” Lucius asked and Draco joined his father at the tomb.

“This is it. Hold your wand light to the tomb.” Lucius did so and Draco strained against the cement covering. He slid it off with Nathaniel’s help and found himself staring at the coffin of Charles Stratton.

“This is so cool Dad.”

“It’s not cool Luke. This guy attacked your mother and is laying here dead. He is never breathing or walking or talking, again,” Draco said to his son.

“I know…but he was a prick, Dad. I understand about respecting the dead, but I’ll not respect this arsehole.” Draco felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was having a serious bad judgment day as a father, at least he felt like he was. Hermione would never allow Luke to rob a grave on Christmas Eve. The mere fact that he was even thinking and pondering whether or not Hermione would approve of what they were doing, told Draco that he was definitely off his rocker. He removed the ring and then let the coffin lid crash back down. Nathaniel and Luke slid the cement covering back over the tomb and the four men high tailed it out of the graveyard as fast as they could.

POP

They arrived back at the cabin at long last. The sun was just beginning to come up, and Draco was struck with the most beautiful sight. The early morning sun rose between two peaks in the distance. The new snow cast a luster of pristine beauty, the landscape looking so new and clean. He asked Luke to make the polarity potion before turning in for a few winks of sleep, while Draco made a cup of tea and took in the breathtaking view. He had just finished writing Hermione a letter about Nathaniel and his transformation into a decent human being, when he remembered about Luna. He scrawled a couple of sentences at the bottom of the note that read:

“Oh and Luna Lovegood is my sister. Father loves to spread his seed around. It wasn’t enough to have such a perfect son as myself. She’s coming for Christmas, and I also invited Nathaniel and his common law wife. They will be here early Christmas morning.”

Warm hands slipped around his waist and he looked down to see Hermione, just as he sealed the envelope. Her arms wrapped around his waist and her head pressed against his chest. She handed him a note. He opened it nervously. Obviously, his wife knew he was gone all night.

My Dearest Draco,

How do I love thee…Let me count the ways…

I know that I was the reason you were out. Come to bed with me, my sweet dragon…

Your doting wife

“Oh sweet pea…I want to come to bed with you, but I can’t. We are so close now. I’m going to have your potion ready in just a few minutes, love. You will be able to wish everyone a Happy Christmas. Let me do this for you, okay?” Hermione nodded. Draco could tell that she was anxious and excited. She trusted him implicitly and believed him when he said he would have the potion ready. He had doubts about using the ring and the reversal spell. What if he was a ‘lightie’, like his Father and Nathaniel said? He certainly seemed more worried then the others about performing the dark magic needed to fix Hermione. “Have a bath and some tea and when I’m done I’ll bring you the potion.”

Aren’t we going to get the Christmas Tree today? Hermione scrawled on the parchment and Draco nodded.

Scorpius and Persephone came down with the flu, but I gave them both a potion and they should be feeling fine by today.

“Aww I’m sorry. You must be tired. Go get some rest Hermione. I promise I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

Kiss me you fool! Hermione scribbled.

Draco laughed when he read the last note. He dropped his head and kissed Hermione softly on the mouth. “I love you babe. We are going to fix you up and have the best Christmas ever! I promise darling. Luke’s home and he seems to be doing well and I found out some things tonight that I think you will find most interesting.” Draco handed her his letter and then retreated to Luke’s bedroom.

Luke was hard at work with the polarity base potion. He looked driven to finish it, but he was yawning terribly and Draco knew that his son was wiped out.

“Luke…Time to go to bed. Take one of the empty rooms down the hall and get some sleep. I love you son. You were an enormous help to me, but I can take over from here.” Luke reluctantly stood up and without Draco having to ask, Luke ran to his father and hugged him tightly. Draco could hear sniffles and he knew Luke was crying. He held his son in his arms, loving the fact that he had somehow managed to break down the invisible barriers between them. All it took was a little father/son, grave robbing on Christmas Eve. Draco tried to push that thought out of his mind and focused on the lost and confused boy in his arms.

“I love you Dad. For the first time in years, I feel like you can really see me. I wanted that so badly. That’s why I left. I know I should have just come and talked with you though. You are much nicer then I gave you credit for. Do you forgive me?” Draco clapped his son on the back and kissed his head.

“Luke, the truth is, it’s been years since I had as much fun as I did with you, working on potions and playing quidditch in the park. I want us to be close and I can’t promise you that I won’t yell at you from time to time, but it’s only because I love you so very much. Your mother too, Luke. She would give her life to save you. Never doubt that about your parents. And yes, I forgive you. You don’t even have to ask. Now, please go get some sleep. We have to cut a tree down today and decorate it.” Luke wiped his eyes and gave Draco a high five, before leaving Draco alone with the potion.

He dropped the ring inside the potion base and jumped back when people and horrific scenes, jumped out of the cauldron at him. He remembered that Nathaniel told him that the pureblood family crest rings remember. As if they were a video recorder, taping everything as it happened. Draco was playing witness to Stratton’s boyhood torments now. The scene changed to Stratton, forcing himself upon his wife on their wedding night. Draco sipped his tea and waited for the scene to come up with Hermione. His mood grew dark when a teenage squib, was being raped by Charles Stratton. Draco wondered if this was the same girl who had owled him about her job as a sex slave for a prominent pureblood family. The scene switched to the Stratton’s housekeeper having voluntary sex with Stratton. Then Draco showed up in one of the scenes, unbeknownst to him at the time. Stratton had thrown a hex at Draco at work, but missed his target.

Blue puffs continued to swirl above the cauldron, morphing into scenes and depictions of Stratton. He had a fondness for raping women. Draco had watched at least three rapes, and his eyes grew darker and his fist clenched a little tighter with each scene he was forced to endure. An hour rolled by and Draco was still staring into the cauldron and witnessing atrocities committed by Stratton himself. How had this man gotten away with so much, for so long? It seemed impossible that he was a Minister of Magic, like Draco. This man belonged in Azkaban.

Finally, the scene he had been waiting for was at hand. He hadn’t counted on how hard it would be for him to watch his wife’s attack. He was so excited that this was going to work and Hermione was going to speak again, that he didn’t consider the ramifications of the magic he was playing with. Draco watched helplessly as Hermione pulled her wand on Stratton. He had backed her up against the blackboard and was nearly pinning her to the wall. Draco’s brow furrowed as Stratton threw her wand away. Hermione should have hexed him, before he reached for her wand. She was certainly quick enough, but he knew his wife and he knew that Hermione didn’t think Stratton would actually harm her. He was a Minister for godsakes! Who would think him capable of such malice? His hand was choking Hermione now and Draco stirred the potion once in a counterclockwise circle. This essentially was like a pause button on a muggle video recorder. With the polarity potion base Draco could have Hermione drink the potion and then the damage he caused by choking her, would be undone. Stratton was on Hermione now as he unbuckled his pants. Draco watched as the man stroked himself against Hermione’s leg and then the scene rewound itself once more, and she was back against the blackboard being choked as the scene replayed itself again and again. He reached for the closest cauldron and smashed it against the wall in fury. Before he knew what he was doing, Draco was trashing the potions lab. Caldrons flew and potions splashed over the walls and floor. Vials shattered and the bedroom rained down green liquid muck from one of he and Luke’s potions that was simmering. Draco cried out, but he couldn’t stop as his rampage continued. Why hadn’t he been there to stop his wife from facing Stratton’s wrath? He saw Nathaniel lifting his wand and green light filled his eyes, but Draco was like a cyclone on a path of death and destruction. He couldn’t control his anger. He wanted to kill Stratton himself. To see his fist come down and break Hermione’s jaw as she gasped for a dying breath, was too much for him to take. Draco threw the chair hard against the ground and the wooden legs broke apart, sliding across the floor unimpeded. Hermione threw the door to the bedroom open and what she saw scared her. Draco was angrier then she had ever seen him and he was now trying to pick the entire desk up in order to smash it to pieces. Hermione grabbed Draco by the arm and tugged as hard as she could. He spun around and raised a fist, lost in his own fury. When he saw Hermione his face softened. He threw his arms around his wife and cried. He cried into her neck as Hermione was forced to relive her own attack. She watched the outline of the blue puffs above the cauldron and she knew now why Draco was so angry. She stroked his hair and tried to sooth her husband. Draco finally broke away from her hug and turned to the potion.

“It’s ready. All you have to do is drink this, and your voice will return to you.” He poured the concoction into one of the few remaining and unbroken glasses on the potions table. His hand was trembling and something just didn’t feel right. He handed it to Hermione and she raised it to her lips to drink it, completely trusting of Draco. His wife was about to drink a potion made by the darkest of magic. Seeing her lips touch the glass, Draco knew that this was wrong. Voice or no voice, he couldn’t allow her to drink the potion. Nathaniel’s words rang out in his head and he smacked the glass away from Hermione’s hand. It crashed to the floor and bubbled and oozed a thick liquid. Draco pulled Hermione into him in a bear hug, his whole body shaking as he held her close.

“I’m sorry. That would have healed you but…I’m a lightie…Fuck me I’m a LIGHTIE!” The term that had seemed so lame, when Nathaniel and his father Lucius had used it, made so much sense to Draco now. “I couldn’t let you drink that. There has to be another way and I’m going to find it. I’ll just do it, the good old fashioned way. I’ll make the healing potion.” Hermione’s eyes were watery, her pride for Draco, bursting forth from her eyes in a trail of tears that freefell down her cheek. She held his face in her hands and kissed him full on the mouth, hard and passionately. She wanted to tell him how much she adored him and how she would wait forever if she had to, but that she knew he would succeed in healing her woes.

Draco flicked his wand and the room began to put itself back together. He would need books, mounds and stacks of books. He had a lot of work to do. He told Hermione to put the American coffee on, because he was intent on creating the first ever healing potion that heals the intricate muscles in the neck that were the vocal chords, and he wouldn’t use dark magic to do it.

What about the tree Draco? You were looking forward to chopping down a tree for Christmas? Hermione scrawled on a piece of parchment and passed it to her husband.

“This is more important. This is what I want Hermione. Please, just let me do it.” Draco kissed her forehead and Hermione smiled at Draco and closed the door. She stood watching him for a minute through the crack in the door and she noted how intense he looked as he dropped ingredients into the cauldron, so engrossed in what he was doing. If intent alone was enough to heal Hermione’s voice, then Draco would have succeeded long ago. He was hell-bent on creating a potion that no others before him had succeeded at. She closed the door and traipsed down the hall, stopping at Scorpius and Persephone’s bedroom. She could hear giggling sounds and she knew the happy couple had recovered from their illness. She walked away feeling pleased.

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“Scorpius, stop! I can’t laugh any more, it hurts. Stop tickling me,” Persephone said through hysterical laughter. Scorpius rolled over, pinning her underneath him. He nuzzled his head into her neck and inhaled. He and Persephone had showered immediately, when they awoke in a pool of their own sweat. She cast cleaning charms over the sheets and blankets and now they lay back in the bed, groping each other.

“It’s Christmas Eve you know, and by the looks of it, it snowed again last night. You wanna go for a walk outside?”

“That sounds positively stimulating! But…there is something else that I’d rather do first.” Persephone smiled coyly at the teen and his heart flip-flopped as he gulped.

“You mean….You’re ready to…”

“Yes. Last night when you were so sick, I realized how much I love you and how I want to be close to you. I’m ready, if you are?”

“Yes, yes I’m ready. I love you.”

“I love you too Scorpius Malfoy.”

He took his time removing her nightgown and she enjoyed removing his boxers. When they were completely nude, Scorpius began to suck at the skin of her arms and then her legs and her tummy. He let his soft kisses blanket her body and Persephone’s breath became labored as her arousal increased. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist and Scorpius knew that was a sign for him to continue. He clasped his fingers in hers, above her head and positioned himself between her legs. He knew it was going to hurt her a little bit, at first anyway. While Scorpius was not keen on reading textbooks he was well read on the act of lovemaking, and he knew that it was uncomfortable for a virgin, the first time.

“It’s okay Scorps. I love you, please continue,” Persephone whispered in his ear and Scorpius pushed his erection into her. Feeling the evidence of her virginity, he pushed past it and Persephone gasped and winced, her legs trembling as he drove himself even farther into her moistness.

“Should I stop?”

“No, just go slowly at first.” Scorpius slid his tongue into Persephone’s mouth as he pushed himself deeper into his wife. She was so fucking tight and wet and Scorpius felt his body quake over top of hers. With long, deep strokes, he made love to Persephone. She moaned his name in his ear and Scorpius reached down with his hand and began to rub her core, lasciviously. She spread her legs wider for him as he thrust into her hot body, his fingers moving quickly now. Her inner walls clenched and released and Scorpius knew she was on the verge. Persephone was moaning his name loudly now and Scorpius shoved himself as deep as he could into his wife and shot his load. He wasn’t sure what he said as he was coming, but it almost certainly revolved around his beautiful wife. She dug her nails into his back as her own orgasm rocketed her into a blissful state. The two collapsed in exhaustion finally, their love making reaching its conclusion.

“That was wonderful,” Persephone whispered, kissing Scorpius’s lips. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded.

“I can’t wait to do that again.”

“After our walk we will? Okay?” Persephone said with a smile and Scorpius planted a soft warm kiss on her lips.

“I love being married. This was so much better then getting sick together.” Scorpius said and Persephone laughed again until her belly hurt.

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Hermione made breakfast for the Malfoy clan. Lucius was fond of her blueberry pancakes and kept taking more and more off the stack, so Hermione kept making them. Finally, Narcissa slapped his hand away, claiming that her son hadn’t come down to eat yet and that Lucius should save some for Draco.

“Yeah, where is Dad? He made such a deal over us all cutting a tree down today. I figured he’d be the first one up,” Scorpius said biting into a piece of sausage and winking at his wife, who was playing with her food with her fork. “Eat up Sapphire. You will need your strength for later.” Scorpius smirked at that and Persephone blushed.

“Revolting. Mum, Scorpius is talking about sex at the breakfast table,” Luke said smirking at his brother.

“Weren’t you planning on running away again?” Scorpius shot back with a playful sneer in Luke’s direction.

Hermione slammed a carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice down on the table. Both boys knew this was her way of scolding them.

“I’m just happy I don’t have to share a bathroom with Scorpius anymore. He’s quite a slob, Persephone. I should warn you.” Luke bit into his toast, thoroughly enjoying his role as younger brother. Being a younger sibling definitely had its perks and annoying his older brother was one of them. Hermione made Draco a plate of food and was half way out of the kitchen, when Luke stood and reached for her arm.

“Let me take it Mum. Sit down and have some breakfast. You can take my seat. I’ll bring Dad’s plate up to him.” Hermione smiled at her son and handed him the plate. He scaled the stairs and entered into the bedroom, where a potions lab was erected.

“Mum made you this,” Luke said placing the plate down on the table next to Draco.

“Tell her thanks from me.” Draco’s focus never left the potion he was brewing.

“Do you want my help Dad?”

“The offer is appreciated Luke, but it’s Christmas Eve and I think I need you more downstairs with your mother. “ Draco stopped what he was doing and looked at his son. “If I run into any problems, you will be the first person I call on, but I need you fill in for me, with the family. Do you think you can do that?” Luke stood tall, as if flattered by being asked to fill in for Draco.

“Of course. Does that mean that you aren’t coming with us into the forest today?”

“I’m afraid not. I have too much work to do here. The others won’t understand that, but you do, don’t you?”

“I do father. When I am midway through a potion, I can’t stand interruptions and it’s all I can think about. I’ll make an excuse for you and cover for ya Dad.” Draco chuckled and thanked Luke.

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“Bit small don’t ya think?” Scorpius said with a frown. He and Persephone were messing around in the yard, outside the cabin. They had built a goblin in the snow. He plucked the stick Persephone had used for the goblin’s nose off and tossed it into the woods. He conjured a carrot, performed an engorgement spell on it and then stuck it onto the face of the snow goblin. “That’s more like it,” Scorpius said standing back and beholding their masterpiece. Persephone was giggling now and Scorpius turned to her.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing. Perhaps the oversized carrot, would be better served, if we put it down a little lower. Maybe…oh, say…here?” Persephone took it from the face and put it in the groin region.

“You dirty girl, you!” Scorpius picked Persephone up and spun on his feet, twirling her in the snow. Dizzy, he fell down in the snow and Persephone fell on top of him, both teens laughing and carrying on. He pinned her arms down behind her head and moved over top of her, grinding his pelvis into her groin. Persephone leaned up with her head and bit at his lip, as if begging him to kiss her. Scorpius pressed his lips firmly against hers, her head sinking in the new snow. Their tongues intertwined and Scorpius’s tongue probed deeper into her mouth.

“Mmmm, you taste so fucking good,” he said and Persephone moaned in his ear.

“I love you so much. I’m so glad we got married.”

“MmmHmm,” he kissed her again in the snow.

Suddenly a snowball hit Scorpius in the back. He rolled over to see where the winter weapon of fluffy ice derived from, when a snowball hit Persephone in the face. She licked at the snow that stuck to her lips and giggled again.

“You little puke! You are so dead. Come on Persephone. He wants a war and he’s going to get one.” Luke darted behind a tree where he had already assembled a mountain-sized pile of snowballs. He always came prepared. Scorpius and Persephone ran after him and when they were in striking distance, he unleashed a fury of whizzing balls of ice and snow.

“Ow, shit!” Scorpius tried to block the snowballs but he was hit in the head and the face and the neck and Persephone too was being pelted.

“I’ll protect you ma’ lady,” Scorpius wrapped his arms around as his wife as Luke continued his assault, snickering from behind a great pine tree, his arsenal only half way depleted. Suddenly Luke felt coldness on the back of his neck and ice was falling down his back. He shouted out, turning around to see his Uncle Nathaniel, laughing heartily with his witch girlfriend standing next to him, her hand in his. Luke gathered as many snowballs as his arms could carry and with a little magic, the snowballs began to fly at Nathaniel. Nathaniel was blocking them with his wand, but the spray when the snowballs broke apart was showering him and his girlfriend in a white wash. The witch was laughing and so was Nathaniel. Hermione, Lucius and Narcissa heard the shrieks from outside and ran out into the cold. Narcissa was hit in the face with a snowball and Lucius doubled over laughing. He pointed at a stunned Narcissa and laughed heartily at his wife. The vision of Narcissa’s shocked and irritated expression was priceless and Lucius couldn’t stop and wouldn’t stop laughing until he too was bombed with rapid fire snowballs. Hermione was laughing as she watched her family carry on like children. The yard was a whitewash with magical snowballs whizzing too and fro and her family blended into he scenery, with snow covering all of the participants in the little war except Hermione herself who had managed to dodge the incoming fire. Hermione was having such a good time when something cold hit the back of her head. She stopped laughing and turned around, but her vision was blocked out, when she saw a snowball whizzing at her face.

SMACK

It hit Hermione’s face and she wiped the snow from her eyes to see Draco standing in front of her with a curled lip and a smirk playing over his handsome face. She reached out to him and he pulled her in hard against his chest.

“You didn’t think you were going to make it through this war unscathed, did you, Malfoy?” Draco said burying his head into her neck. A sly expression crept over Hermione’s face as she tugged at her husbands belt buckle and slammed her hand down his pants. Draco’s eyes grew wide and he stepped backwards jumping up and down, trying to shake the snow that Hermione had stuffed down his pants, down his pant leg. When he was satisfied that he had gotten it all out, he lunged on a laughing Hermione and tackled her to the ground.

“Now I have you where I want you. I wonder what kind of kinky things I might do to you? That was not nice putting snow down my pants. I think you will have to pay sweet pea.” He wrapped his overcoat around the both of them and slid his cold hand down her pants. He buried his fingers into her warmth and Hermione looked around to make sure nobody was around. The war had moved into the forest, where the trees provided some cover. Draco’s breath was hot on her face and his eyes were smoldering with icy heat. She spread her legs a little and Draco added a second and third finger into his wife. He pumped his fingers into her and Hermione was on the verge, when Draco stopped and got up helping her to her feet.

“Come on, I only have a few minutes before one of the potions I’m working on needs stirred. But, I wanted to show you something.” He led her in the opposite direction from the warring Malfoy’s, through the trees. Hermione couldn’t help but admire how beautiful everything looked on the mountain.

“Okay, close your eyes, Hermione. No peeking,now!” Draco took her by the hand and guided her forward. “Okay open them.” Hermione opened her eyes to find herself standing with Draco inside a wooden gazebo on the edge of a mountain. Hermione wished she could speak, for she would have spoke of how breathtaking and majestic the view before her was. Icicles hung from the gazebo, their droplets of water glimmering in the morning sun. The trees down below in the valley looked like snowy twigs, as acres and acres of woods sprawled beneath them. Draco conjured two thick blankets and pulled Hermione down to the floor of the gazebo.

“I am totally going to have my way with you right now, and you can’t say a thing about it.” Draco smiled, but Hermione could see pain behind his eyes. He hated the fact that she couldn’t speak. He joked about it, but that’s only because it bothered him so much on the inside. They undressed each other and snuggled under the blanket together.

“Do you want my big cock in you Malfoy?” Draco whispered in Hermione’s ear, after they had made out for several minutes, their naked bodies writhing against one another’s. Hermione nodded and ran her hand through his hair. Draco closed his eyes at her touch and leaned his head back. Hermione stared up at her man and all at once, her body felt hot like it was on fire. Draco shoved himself inside her and Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips. They made love, slow and long, atop the mountain, alone and entranced with one another’s affections. He was masterful in his love making skills and Hermione came over and over again. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest and his cock buried deep inside her. She wanted to remember this day forever. He was her Draco, now and forever.

Review!?

You guys are awesome! Your reviews are thought provoking and helpful and funny and just down right interesting! Thanks :) keep them coming and I will keep writing! I'm going to finish this story first before I finish Merlin's Coven. But, I'm thinking one or two more chapters of this story is all that is left, so a wait for either story won't be long. The next Broomsticks story will be called Broomsticks and the Wizards Gauntlet (and it will be back in England again). I'm actually excited to write it and I doubt you have seen any Dramione like it! Hermione will have a big role in it as windskii noted, that she needs to grow too, not just Draco. I agree with that,so she will have an exciting role in the next fic and Luna will play a part. That is why I brought her into this story (for the next story). I thought Luna as his sister made sense too as one reviewer noted. Once I read her snippet on wikipedia and her physical description, she reminded me an awful lot of Draco with the silvery eyes and blonde hair. I just want to say that one of the reviewers who left me an awesome review, said that she loves my stuff, but also loves the Dramione that progresses slowly. Well, I do too. Those are what I read (yes I read Dramione just like yall hehe in fact I like reading it better then I do writing it!) The reason I always get them together fast though, is because of the challenge. I like to stretch my imagination. It's a challenge for me not to write a Dramione fic where it takes them 15 chapters to get together. Have you ever noticed though, that you are so into a story like that UNTIL they get together and then you either stop reading it, or it loses its power? So, I get them together fast and then throw obstacles in their way. hehehe Both are good, but I just thought I'd comment on why I do it that way. PLease review! I love reading them! You all are so interesting!