The Scorpions Kiss

I still don’t anything, Jk Rowling owns all things Harry Potter. I LOVE your reviews of this story keep ‘em up it encourages me to write! For all those writers out there reading this don’t be afraid to pitch a story when a better idea comes to you. I was 7 chapters into a drivelous piece of crap story when this one literally popped into my head, so I pitched the crappy one and started this one. Just keep on writing and an idea will emerge eventually is my motto.



WARNING: This may be too much for some, so there’s my warning. Seriously, this is the darkest chapter in the story.



Chapter 19- The Ties That Bind Us Blind Us



Draco, trod quickly on the dew sodden ground as he made his way closer to the graveyard in Bolsheven. He had flown on his broom as far as he could; now the trees impeded his way and he dismounted and set off on foot. He could hear faint voices in the night as he pushed on, his feet tired, but the gaping hole in his heart when Hermione was taken from him would not allow him to stop and rest. He longed for the safe confines of their home at Hogwart's now as he neared the crypt where his love lay unconscious, their nightmare unfolding in front of his tired weary eyes. Nothing was going to prevent him in his efforts to save his perfect Hermione.



“Draco is that you my son?” Lucius was standing by a fire in a clearing in the graveyard. Draco slowed his approach now taking in all that he was seeing and hearing. Lucius was joined by several ghostly figures, their skin glowing in the light of the waning moon. A girl of maybe nineteen was lying on a stone slab by the fire that crackled with warning. She was smiling wickedly at Draco, her long flowing golden hair framing her face as it blew gently in the cold Romanian wind.



“You better believe it’s me, mother fucker, where is she!” Draco’s voice had taken on a deep growl that was filled with the rage and fury he felt inside his core.



“Now then Draco, we have guests, don’t be rude. I taught you better then that.” As Lucius spoke the vampires that surrounded him, with their translucent skin that pumped with the blood of their victims through their immortal, rotting veins gathered close to Lucius now forming a circle. A tall lean woman with long jet black hair moved forward and touched Draco on the shoulder; her touch sent a tingling sensation down his arm. The beastly man Kingsley Shacklebolt, the former Minister of Magic was next to the woman and he grinned devilishly at Draco his fangs protruding from his blood drenched gums. Draco moved closer to his father now, still holding his composure as he looked into his father’s tormenting eyes. He stared hard and long and then Lucius, feeling uncomfortable turned and struck him down with one blow to the head.



“Please father, Ill do what it is you seek of me just let me say goodbye to Hermione.” Draco plead with Lucius, and for a moment Draco thought he saw pity sweep over Lucius’s unforgiving eyes. Draco bowed his head to the ground in obedience to the man who stood before him, a flicker of deception on his face as he bowed.



“Take him to the mudblood. Draco you have ten minutes to say your goodbyes and then your little wife can watch you write a new chapter in the wizard books she so craves.” Draco was pulled from his knees and dragged to the crypt where Hermione lay.



“I don’t think she will talk very much. Not much for conversation these days.” Lucius said with a deep resonating belly laugh that echoed through the night.



Draco was cast into the darkness of the tomb the blackness enveloping him as he called out her name.



“Hermione, Hermione please be alright. Hermione?” He heard a quiet whimper and he felt with his hands for the source. He found Hermione hunched in the corner crying, her hands covering her face. In Lucius’s adoration of himself he had forgotten to take Draco’s wand from him and he quietly chanted.



“Lumos,” and his wand glowed with soft white light.



“Oh my Hermione, oh god what has he done to you? Baby it’s me, honey it’s Draco. I love you so much Hermione.” Draco was holding her in his arms stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.



“Draco? You’re alive!?” Hermione threw her arms around him and cried on his shoulder.



“I thought you were dead! I saw you fall!”



“I know love, but I’m alright. You need to listen to me, we don’t have much time.” Hermione was kissing his neck and hugging him with such intensity that Draco hated what he had to tell her next.



“Hermione, you must listen. I used Legilimency on my father just now. I know what he wants me to do.” Hermione was listening intently now to Draco.



“Hermione you have to make love to me right now. I know this is not the ideal place or setting but it has to be right now and I can’t explain now, just trust me.” Draco felt horrible for asking this. Hermione was cut and bruised and bleeding and he had just asked her for sex. It had to be done though, so he sat against the wall of the cave and watched as Hermione squatted down over him taking his erection into her deeply and rocking over top of him. Draco kissed her softly and sweetly and kept muttering in her ear how much he loved her. He would tell her he loved her until they had finished. Hermione looked into his eyes as she rode his hardness lovingly and expertly and spoke.



“You’re my husband; there is never a bad time to make love to you. I am really glad you asked me for this, at least if I die here tonight I’ll have had my sweet husband inside me one last time.” Draco kissed her passionately now and they both came with gentle ease as they lay together in the cold darkness.



“Bring him now!” Lucius commanded Kingsley Shacklebolt and Shacklebolt pulled the rock from the tomb entrance and then Hermione and Draco had snarling creatures of the night all around them, their cold dead hands pawing at them and pulling at them in every direction. They were separated and Hermione was propped up against a tall wooden stake her hands tied with twine around the pole. Her back wrenched as the ghostly vampire hissed and snarled at her as the ropes cut into her wrists she felt her shoulder dislocate.



Draco was thrown on the stone slab where his hands and legs were strapped down like that of a sacrificial lamb as Hermione was forced to watch the scene unfold only feet away from her beloved husband. Draco twisted and pulled trying to release himself but to no avail.



“This is the good part Draco now stop fighting it and enjoy yourself. “ Lucius’s sinister voice rang out.



The golden haired girl was pushed from behind the pack of vampires to the front now at Draco’s feet, her golden hair glowing in the firelight. He could see bites allover her neck and he knew she was close to changing into that which she would inevitably become. She wore a white gown with ties in the front and she began to untie them exposing her firm full breasts. Isabella approached Draco with a vial of liquid in her bluish white fingers. She poured the warm liquid down Draco’s throat and he immediately felt his mind cloud and his eyes close. The blonde haired girl dropped her gown exposing her voluptuous body as she climbed upon Draco. Hermione let out a cry but she was gagged and the scene in the graveyard continued. The woman was rubbing her blood red tongue up and down Draco’s body. She tore his shirt off and all Hermione could do was watch as this thing ravished her husband. She pulled his pants down and began stroking his dick as Isabella spoke.



“Tonight is the dawning of a new age for vampires and wizards alike. Our numbers have dwindled but our superiority of all creatures great and small has not. We will face down our foes together as a new breed is born from the ashes of the old. Nadia will change tonight and with her she will carry a child of pureblood wizard and vampire. The child will be the first of a new race, a race that will walk in the daylight and will live a life of immortality. Voldemort’s death is not in vain! The work he and I started will not end here tonight it is merely a beginning. One child, one birth, new race. The werewolves will never again hunt us down in packs; the wizards will never again have to fear death. We will fly together through the air without brooms or fear of sunlight and we will feed off the unfortunate in the day as well as the night. Now take him Nadia, now, while we all rejoice!” Lucius stood in all his glory next to Isabella who took his neck and bit him as he cried in ecstasy. Draco opened his eyes to see Hermione’s eyes locked on to his. He could feel her even now…..



I understand now my love



I love you so



This will all be over soon



Harry and Ron, where are Harry and Ron?



Draco spoke back to her with his mind hoping she would understand.



I love you Hermione



Please don’t watch this, turn away my love, now



I’m going to kill him



Nadia was still stroking Draco but he was not becoming erect and to this Draco smiled. Hermione spit the gag from her mouth and began laughing at the girl who ravaged her man now in her own sinister cackle.



“Your too late, you sick twisted psychopaths, I carry his baby, I Hermione Granger Malfoy, his wife! He has no seed to give you for your experiments against nature because he gave it all to me! You lose Lucius, you lose!



“Somebody is coming! Quick through the graveyard we must head them off before they get here.” Isabella had sensed Harry and Ron and the other aurors and she and her vampire minions swooped into the cemetery gliding through the air.



Lucius was furious at this and he slapped Hermione again across the face. Draco felt like he had the strength of ten men as he heard his wife proclaim she was pregnant, the after effects of the potion starting to wane now.



“You know what they do to bad little witches don’t you? They burn them!” Lucius was facing Hermione and did not see Draco break his hands free, knocking the naked Nadia to the ground as he untied his feet and bolted to his wand that lay on the ground next to Lucius.



Draco picked it up and stuck the wand into the back of Lucius’s neck. Lucius slowly turned around to face his son.



“Draco it was only a game. I wasn’t really going to burn her.” Draco’s face flashed with hatred and fear, not a fear of Lucius, a fear of himself as he drove the wand deeper into Lucius’s neck.



“Draco no, you don’t want to do it!” Hermione’s eyes were so soft and loving and he looked into them and his heart melted, but Hermione did not know the depths of Lucius’s vile wickedness, Draco did.



“Crucio!” and Lucius was writhing on the ground in pain and anguish.



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