Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomsticks and The Big Apple

Chapter 18

“Happy Christmas everyone! Santa has arrived, so everyone dig in!” Draco flicked his wand and the presents began floating through the air, landing in their owners hands. Luke opened his gift and found the Malfoy family quidditch chest. He looked at it with a confused expression and Draco slid his pocketknife across the floor urging Luke to carve his name into the box with the rest of the Malfoy men’s names. Luke set to work eagerly. Scorpius opened his package to find a set of keys.

“It’s to one the suites below the penthouse. There are enough rooms that perhaps if Persephone wanted her mother and sister to move in with you, they could.” Scorpius cringed at the thought, but Persephone was all smiles. “Just make sure you visit your Mum and I often,” Draco winked at his son and Scorpius nodded. The rest were happily opening their gifts and chatting, when Hermione sauntered over to Draco. Draco set the little girl down, who had formed an attachment to Draco from the moment she met him and she scampered off, joining Luna once again.

“What? Miss me babe?” Draco drawled.
With his finger, Draco raised Hermione’s chin to face him. He kissed her lips lightly and whispered a Happy Christmas to his wife, while reaching behind him and picking up the champagne glass.

“I want to hear that pretty voice of yours again. I can’t promise this will work, love, but I guess we are about to find out if I really have an aptitude for potions, or if I’ve been pretending all these years. Drink Sweetpea.” He handed her the glass and Hermione tilted back the pink liquid. Draco had a theory about this potion, so he said what he perceived to be the magic words.

“Will you marry me again Hermione?” When he said that Hermione felt a jolt in her neck, as the liquid passed between her lips. She finished the potion, (that tasted worse then an old shoe), and set the glass down. “Try to talk love. Don’t keep me in suspense.” Hermione was afraid. If the potion didn’t work, then Draco would leave again and wouldn’t come out for lord knows how long. His spirit would be crushed and he might even throw things again in anger. Hermione took Draco by the hand and led him upstairs. At least if it didn’t work, and he lost his temper, they would be upstairs and alone, away from all their guests. Hermione closed the bedroom door and an anxious Draco again asked her to speak, but she ignored his persistence and began unbuttoning her blouse. She stripped slowly for Draco and his eyes were focused on only her. When she was standing stark naked before him, he pounced on her and swiftly carried her to the bed. Hermione reached into the drawer next to their bed and dangled the handcuffs in front of Draco’s eyes with a coy smirk playing over her face.

“Feeling dangerous tonight I see? Alright, Malfoy, its Christmas, and the lady shall receive what the lady desires.” At that, Draco hovered over Hermione and roughly threw her arms above her head, cuffing her to the headboard. He then stroked her luscious legs and kissed his way up her calves and then her thighs, finally ending at her trimmed mound of soft public hair. He parted her lips and drove his tongue between her engorged folds, softly sucking on her nub and driving Hermione wild, as she writhed under his touch. When he knew he had her on the brink, he stopped and conjured a feather. Draco proceeded to trace the feather across Hermione’s heaving breasts and then across her neck and down her sides until Hermione grabbed Draco with her legs and wrapped them tightly around his body, begging with her eyes for him to take her. He unbuckled his pants and laid down over her.

“I want to hear you scream out my name, Granger. I’m gonna fuck you now, but I’ll keep stopping if you don’t use that pretty voice of yours and tell me how much you want me.” He slid into her as he bit down on her breast. Hermione was close to coming and she needed the release, but as promised Draco stopped and pulled out. He now scraped his teeth down her neck, biting and nibbling at her silky skin as he went. His kisses were rough and animalistic and Hermione arched her back and lifted her hips off the bed, pleading for his swift entry again.

“Tell me how much you want me. Beg for my dick Hermione.” Draco coached, but Hermione was still too nervous to try to speak. With so much riding on this, she was afraid that her voice wouldn’t work and she didn’t want to hurt Draco, especially not while they made love. He had worked so hard on the potion. He gave her his cock once again and Draco moaned now, turned on by their play. Hermione’s hands were cuffed above her head and the clanking as she writhed against Draco turned him on to no end. He had never stopped loving bondage and the fact that his wife loved it too, was all the better. He didn’t know how long he could continue this teasing game. If she didn’t break down and try to use those vocal chords again, he was going to come and come hard inside her. He thrust into her long and deep, his hands planted firmly on her hips. He stopped inside her and Hermione tried to push against him, wanting him to finish her off. Her mouth was open and her eyes half closed and it was more then poor Draco could take. He positioned himself on his knees and watched as he slid back into her slowly. With long, slow strokes, he pumped his wife. His cock was slick as he drove deeper with each thrust, finally burying his entire length into her wet heat. It was go for broke time and Draco knew it, for he wasn’t going to last much longer. His arms were trembling as his orgasm inched its way closer to the intense explosion he felt boiling beneath the surface. He entered her again, this time rubbing her most sensitive spot with his fingers and sliding in and out of her in rhythm. It only took two seconds and Hermione was coming allover his fingers and cock. Draco groaned loudly as he fucked her with heart,mind,body and soul. He gave all of himself and Hermione was coming. She threw her head back and wailed uncontrollably.

“Don’t…stop…Draco, don’t stop….don’t stop…fucking me….EVER!” Hermione shouted from the top of her lungs. A wide smirk appeared on Draco’s face, his potion had worked and then without warning, upon hearing that particular phrase, he shot his sticky seed so deeply in her, as both their bodies quaked and shook from the intensity of their love making. Hermione was still grunting and panting and calling out his name.

“Yes, oh baby, yes, let me hear it!” Draco shouted and Hermione moaned out his name once more. When they were finished, Draco took her in his arms. “You never answered me. I asked you to marry me again?”

“Yes, Draco. Oh baby! I love you so much. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long how beautiful you are. I would marry you a thousand times over Dragon. Yes, yes,yes,YES!” She couldn’t stop kissing him if she’d wanted to. She laid kisses allover his chest and neck and face. She had the hottest man in the world in her bed and she wasn’t going to let him go, ever.

“Can I ask you one thing?”

“Anything Draco. You gave me back my voice, I owe you anything and everything.”

“Can you stop taking the contraception potion? I want us to have a baby girl.” Hermione paused.

“Anything but that, Draco. I don’t want any more kids. Do you really want another baby?” Hermione brushed her fingers through Draco’s hair, leaning against his chest.

“I do, yeah. I’m not running again for Minister when this term is up, so I’ll be around more to help with the kids.”

“Oh, Draco it isn’t that. You were always a wonderful Father.”

“I took Luke grave robbing on Christmas Eve,” Draco mumbled.

“What?” Hermione said as if she must have heard him wrong.

“Nothing. So can we try for a girl?”

“I saw the way you held Jessie downstairs. I suppose I’d be an evil wife, if I denied you a daughter. If it’s what you want Draco, then yes. One more baby though, and remember, there is no guarantee that it will be a girl. We could have another boy. I don’t want such a brood as the Weasley’s, but if you have your heart set on a girl, then I want to give you a baby girl.” Hermione rolled over and kissed Draco’s nose. He ran his hands through her hair and kissed Hermione.

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“Do you think we should back in with the adults?” Drew said leaning her back against the cabin as the snow fell. The teens had escaped the party and were sitting on the veranda behind the cabin.

“Is that where you want to be?” Luke said with a husky voice.

“No.” Drew replied and then closed her eyes again. Luke’s lips pressed against hers once more. The teens embraced in the evening snow, their bodies pressed together and joined at the lips. Luke hugged Drew against his lean body and inhaled deeply, smelling the aroma of her jasmine scented hair.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight.” Luke nuzzled his nose against hers.

“You are positively the cutest boy I’ve ever seen, and you are such a good kisser!” Drew giggled and Luke kissed her again. And again. And again.

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Ten Minutes earlier downstairs…

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“Harry, what are you doing here? I never expected to see you here,” Ron shouted when Narcissa answered yet another knock on the door.

“Happy Christmas!” Harry said giving Scorpius a high five. He was carrying his Firebolt and with his hair mussed and his clothes unpressed, he looked a mess.

“Harry? Where’s Ginny and the kids?”

“Yeah, Ron, about that. Ginny and I...” Just then they heard Hermione’s voice from the upstairs bedroom. Everyone turned and stared in shock. Harry was the first one to laugh, remembering the night at the campsite when she and Draco had been quite loud. He was happy to see that Hermione and Draco were still solid, even if his own marriage had collapsed.

“But you were just here for the Wizard’s Roast and you said nothing about it then?” Ron asked.

“I know Ron. We didn’t want to ruin the party, so we kept it quiet. Ginny has somebody else already. It’s fine Ron. We are still friends and we are raising the kids together.” The door chimed again and Persephone answered it his time. Her mother and sister were joining the Malfoy’s for Christmas and Persephone was eager to see her family.

“Serena!” Persephone threw her arms around her blonde sister. Serena dropped her head when she saw Scorpius, embarrassed by the way she had treated him.

“Happy Christmas Serena,” Scorpius said, kissing her on the cheek. “Bygones, okay?” Scorpius whispered in her ear and Serena smiled and threw her arms around both Scorpius and Persephone.

The house was brimming with holiday cheer. Hermione and Draco dressed and made their way back downstairs to join the festivities. As Draco stood behind Hermione with his hands on her hips, Hermione tapped her glass and everyone fell silent.

“Harry Potter I am delighted to see you here! We will have to catch up. Fracka and Serena, welcome to our humble abode. To everyone else I am delighted to actually be able to say, thanks to my adorably wonderful husband,” Hermione turned and winked at Draco, “That the turkey is ready and LET’S EAT AND BE MERRY!” They all sat and Draco carved the bird. Serena had intentionally sat down next to Harry Potter and Harry suddenly felt a hand on his thigh. He looked over at the teen and nearly choked on his drumstick when her hand moved higher on his thigh.

“I’m Serena and I have a poster of you on my bedroom wall,” Serena blushed.

Too young, too young, Harry Potter said to himself as he politely removed the girls hand from his leg. He looked at her again though and noticed how pretty the girl’s smile was. Draco was explaining how he made the potion that corrected Hermione’s speech, to Luke, who seemed fascinated with the ancient potion and with Ainsley Malfoy, their descendant and apparent potion master. Nathaniel had the low down on Ainsley, as he was a History of Magic professor, so he was telling the story of Paradisus and Ainsley and Malagant the terrible. Lucius too found this interesting, while Narcissa caught up with Luna. Nobody saw the little girl open the front door, her curiosity getting the better of her, as she started outside into the snow and ice without shoes on. Nobody that is, but Draco. He scooped the little girl up into his arms and tickled her belly. The girl laughed and laughed and Draco sat her down on his lap at the head of the table and began to feed the girl from his plate of food.

Draco toasted to friends and family found. Luna nodded, knowing that he meant her. Hermione noticed Luna smiling at the way Draco played with Jessie. She thought she saw sadness behind Luna’s eyes and she knew a heart to heart was in order.

After dinner, Hermione sat down with Luna and Harry and Ron and George and they all had that heart to heart. What Hermione found out from the elf made wine induced discussion?

-Harry and Ginny’s marriage fizzled. It wasn’t one thing that led to heir divorce, but boredom played a big factor. Ginny had accused Harry of having an affair with one of the Professor’s at DPU, and Harry never told Hermione whether it was true or not. Apparently, Ginny had hooked up with an International Quidditch star and Harry was still on the market.

-Luna had married a rich pureblood from France, who divorced her when Luna gave him a squib daughter. He had permanent custody of the twin boys, Pierre and Francois, Christmas and holidays being the only time Luna got to spend with them. Her ex husband however, never wanted to see Jessie again and encouraged Luna to either hide the girl, or to turn her over to one of the reputable Squib Shops.

-Ron thought that he and Parvati might be getting back together, but he didn’t want to get Drew’s hopes up until he was sure. He planned to move back to Britain after New Year’s.

-George turned out to be gay. Yes, it was a shocker for everybody. He didn’t have a steady boyfriend at the moment, but he was hopeful.

-Hermione could speak again and Draco wanted to have another baby. Hermione felt ambivalent about it; even though the thought of having a baby girl had always appealed to her, she felt she was too old to start allover again with nappies and bottles.

“Can’t you tell Draco that you don’t want any more kids?”

“Have you seen him with Jessie? Look at him! He’s wonderful with her. He deserves a daughter Harry.”

“Yeah, but Hermione…You can’t just get pregnant because Draco wants you too. You have to want it too,” Harry said.

“I think she just doesn’t want to share Draco with another female,” George said with a smirk.

“Nonsense. I just don’t relish the stretch marks and the middle of the night feedings. I was thinking of returning to work again, now that Luke and Scorpius are older.”

“Well you are a Professor at Westwitch ‘Mione,” Ron piped in.

“Not the same,” Hermione answered. She wanted to return to her law practice or something more exciting and challenging.

“Harry’s right, Hermione. You have to tell Draco.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll tell him later though. I haven’t seen him this happy in ages.” Hermione looked at Draco and wondered if she would tell him or not. She wanted to give him whatever his heart desire. She owed him and she loved him dearly.

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“Now that we are all here. Let’s get down to it shall we.” The healer tipped back her cup of double espresso from the popular American coffee chain Wandbuck’s and gulped it down. With trembling hands she launched right into their counseling session. Draco and Nathaniel and Luna were the only witches and wizards present at his meeting. If this went well though, Draco had decided to have a private session with Luke and Hermione and Scorpius as well. “I’m familiar with Nathaniel’s story, as he and I have been working together for a great many years. So let’s start with you Draco, and then later we can get to Luna.”

Draco swallowed hard.

“Rich, slightly spoiled, narcissistic, yet a deeply loving father who is trying to make our world a muggle friendly place. Does that about sum you up?”

“Excuse me?” Draco said flabbergasted. He was not narcissistic.

“I suppose I should have started by explaining that I am blunt. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time here.” Draco stood and paced around the healer’s chair at that. If he was forced to attend these sessions with his brother and sister, then he was going to make damn sure that he was given a fair shake by the healer. After all, he was the one who had grown up with all the Malfoy spoils, not Nathaniel or Luna. He had to get this healer in his court. With a wicked grin on his face, he stooped behind her chair. Leaning down so his head hovered just next to hers, he touched her neck. He watched as her magical quill began to write.

“Smells like an expensive fine wine, is charming and oh so sexy…” The healer desperately tried to stop her quill from writing down her thoughts, but it was too late, and Draco saw the words. He allowed his hot breath to fall onto her neck as he straightened her collar. The witch shivered at the feel and Draco distinctly saw her face turn a bright crimson color before he pulled back.

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit fussy when it comes to a ladies neck. Your collar was turned in, so I wanted to fix it. You were saying?” Draco took his seat again and Nathaniel rolled his eyes at Draco.

“I-I-I was saying…” The healer tried to regain her composure but it was gone the second she smelled Draco’s cologne and felt his hot breath on her neck. “Nathaniel and I’m assuming Luna too, have had issues with letting go of the fact that you,Draco, grew up with so much money and prestige. It’s hardly your fault though. You shouldn’t be blamed for having style and taste and…” The witch was now sucking on her quill as if daydreaming about being with Draco. Draco just smirked and pretended not to notice.

“Look what you did to my healer, Draco? In six years I never garnered such a response from her. How did you do that?” Nathaniel said to Draco with a serious expression. Draco rubbed his knuckles on his lapel, his smirk still evident, as he explained to his brother.

“When you got it, you got it and it has nothing to do with my blood status or the fact that I was raised as an only child. I’m sorry that you and Luna weren’t raised with me. It might have been nice to have an older bother and a younger sister, but all we have now is this. The here and now. I think our counseling sessions should start from here and work forward, not backwards. What do you think, Miss Tuttle?” Draco rose and eyebrow at the witch healer.

“Yes, yes I agree with Draco. The past is the past.” Draco smiled widely. He always got his way in the end.

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Scorpius and Luke walked together through the halls of Westwitch Academy. Scorpius had introduced Luke to the coach of the quidditch team at the school. He had tried out and been given one of the starting beater positions. Since Scorpius would no longer be playing for the house team, Damien Stratton was given the position of Seeker once again. Scorpius had indeed decided to finish school. He would attend Westwitch on the off-season and between practices for the Park Avenue Poltergeists. He had dropped all the classes that he had absolutely no ability for, like potions.

“Scorpius! I got an Outstanding! Look!” Persephone was waving a piece of parchment in front of his eyes, clearly overjoyed at a perfect grade. He snaked an arm around his wife, he, and Luke and Persephone continued towards the cafeteria.

“Malfoy…Can I have a word?” Damien Stratton said, coming towards the trio.

“Don’t worry Scorps, I got your back,” Luke whispered.

“Congrats on making the Poltergeists. I tried out and didn’t make it.”

“Yeah…thanks,” Scorpius said with a dubious look on his face. He couldn’t figure out what Damien was playing at.

“I just wanted to say…My Dad was an arse. I’m not mad at what Professor Masterson did. In fact, I already thanked him. My Dad used to…Well…He wasn’t very nice to me or my Mum. So anyways, I hoped you and I could call a truce?”

“You want a truce? With me?” Scorpius couldn’t believe his ears.

“Yeah, that…and…I was hoping you teach me that feint move you do on the field.” Stratton said and Scorpius smirked.

“Come on Damien. You want to have lunch with us?” Damien smiled nervously and joined them as they strolled down the halls of Westwitch together. Every so often, Scorpius was stopped and asked to sign autographs. Persephone would scowl at he fangirly’s who blushed and gushed over Scorpius, but it was just something she was going to have to get used to and she knew that.

“Scorps,” Luke said under his breath, once they were alone in the cafeteria. Persephone was chatting up her sister Serena and Damien had left in a somber but friendly mood.

“Yeah bro?”

“Have any tips of…you know…I’m taking Drew to the party and…I want that night to be our first.”

“First? You mean sex?” Scorpius asked.

“Yeah.”

“Luke…you need to wait. Trust me. You don’t want to end up married like me. Not that I regret marrying Persephone, but it was a little rushed.”

“I’m not talking about marriage Scorpius. I’m talking about…making love.”

“Yeah I know. I’m the wrong person to be asking though. It’s incredible; I won’t lie to you, but I really think you shouldn’t be in such a hurry.”

“Okay Dad, thanks for the advice,” Luke laughed, but Scorpius looked concerned for his brother.

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Four months Later…

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“I do,” Hermione said gazing up into Draco’s arctic eyes.

“And do you, Draco Malfoy, take Hermione…” The Minister said.

“I do,” Draco replied.

They were married on the gazebo overlooking the valley. The trees were green and lush with springtime upon them. Flowers graced the gazebo and while it wasn’t a grand affair in a ballroom with dancing and food and anyone who was anyone in attendance, all their family and friends were there. Luke stared nervously at Drew Weasley. He hadn’t seen her since New Year’s Eve. Ron and his daughter had moved back to Britain, shortly after the holidays were over. Luke had promised to stay in touch, but each time he tried to write to his girlfriend, the words wouldn’t come out of him. What they had shared was too intense and too special, that now owling her seemed inappropriate. She avoided his gaze and Ron scowled at Luke the entire time, as Draco and Hermione took their vows.

Scorpius had apparrated in just in the nick of time. The team was traveling abroad, and nobody knew if Scorpius was going to make it to the wedding or not. Hermione and Draco were overjoyed when he showed up unannounced. Draco and Hermione kissed and the party moved into the cabin.

“Drew!” Luke chased after the Weasley girl.

“Get away from her!” Ron intervened. “Haven’t you done enough? Now, I don’t want any trouble here today. We came for Hermione. You should leave Drew alone though. She doesn’t want anything to do with you any more. You got that Luke?” Ron shot daggers at the boy. Luke shook his head in confusion. She must have taken it harder then he imagined when he didn’t write to her.

“Drew, please!” Drew spun around and slapped Luke in the face. Luke reached for her again as she tried to get away from his clutches.

“She’s pregnant! You did this to her, now get away from her, Luke Malfoy,” Ron said holding his wand on a stunned Luke.

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“Thank you all for coming. I just need to take my wife somewhere for a bit, but we will be back. Everyone enjoy the music and the food!” Draco said holding his bride in his arms. He spun on his feet and they were standing on the shore. An old tire lay on the beach and Draco motioned for Hermione to touch it. When they did, they were traveling at high velocities. The tire was a portkey and when Hermione and Draco finally landed, they were in familiar territory. Hermione recognized muggle London. It was nighttime across the great pond and they strolled down the street hand in hand. Hermione stopped short, when she saw the dim blinking neon sign, with one of the letters burned out. She threw her arms around Draco’s neck and wept tears of joy.

“Oh, Draco this is perfect! This is so perfect!”

They opened the door and stepped inside the little tavern. Candles were lit allover the quaint little tavern. Ernest and Matilda stood, dressed in their Sunday best, smiling at the twice married couple.

“Congratulations. Your room is just as you left it.” Hermione hugged the couple and then they exited, in order to give the happy couple some alone time in this old familiar place. Draco stood, dapper in his tuxedo, by the roaring fire. He flicked his wand and the music began to play.

“I was going to show you the hidden terrace at the Dragon Witch…But…You already found it. So I thought that the tavern…” Hermione put her finger over Draco’s lips to quiet him.

“You thought right Dragon,” Hermione said, laying her head on his shoulder as the music began to play.

Ill never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but its a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Ill never be your beast of burden
Ive walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

Draco kissed her lips tenderly as they swayed to the music. This is where it all started. The same place, the same song, the same couple that was just as in love as they were that night so long ago. Maybe more so, now. He slinked his hand up her thigh and pulled her body into him, so closely, Hermione could feel his erection pressed against her tummy.

Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
Im not too blind to see

He dipped her backwards, watching her glistening neck by the heat of the raging fire in the fireplace.

Ill never be your beast of burden
So lets go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me

Draco pulled her up quickly and twirled Hermione under his arm, then pulling her back into himself.

“Be careful with me Draco. We aren’t the only two people here in this room.” Draco stopped and looked at Hermione, the vulnerability in his eyes evident. “I’m pregnant. I found out just yesterday.” Draco hugged Hermione against his body and swayed to the music. As the magnitude of what she just told him sunk in, his hug intensified.

“Is it a ….girl?” Draco asked, his heart in his throat.

“I don’t know Dragon. I didn’t ask the healer. I wanted us to find out together.”

“May I?” Draco asked reaching for his wand.

“You may my sweet Dragon.”

Draco took out his wand and Hermione opened her arms as Draco cast the spell on Hermione. A pink swirling bubble appeared over Hermione’s head. Draco smiled widely.

“What? Tell me, I’m afraid to look.” Draco pulled her in and continued dancing with his wife.

“Dragon, tell me!”

“I love you Hermione. It’s a girl, Sweetpea. Thank you, Hermione.” Draco swept Hermione into his arms at that and carried her up the rickety steps and into their old room. It looked exactly the same as they remembered. He laid her gently down on the bed and there, they made love as if it were the first time. Everything was going to change for the Malfoy’s but for tonight, the only people that existed were Draco and Hermione. Their hearts were one; their love had no bounds, as they made love to one another.

The End

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Thanks for reading and reviewing this story. I hope you liked it. As I said Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet is coming, and it picks up where this leaves off (maybe a few months later is all I will jump in the timeline). There will be so much happening that it’s hard for me to write a small summary, but it does have a pretty awesome plot I think. I think it could end up being the best of the series.