The Scorpions Kiss

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Chapter 20- Broomstick Joust



Draco held his wand on his father and Lucius’s ear piercing screams could be heard across the graveyard where Harry Ron and the other aurors were now, met with a multitude of vampires all snarling and dropping on them like flies.



“Alright everyone you know what we have to do!” Harry Potter led the aurors, who all stood huddled together their backs against each other forming a tight circle. In the circle they had formed they held their wands high into the air as the vampires bore down on them with their unnatural eyes and their blood thirsty stares.



“Flagrate!” Harry called out and a line of fire was drawn only feet in front of him. The others followed suit until a line of fire between the aurors and the vampires separated the victims from their foes holding the rabid attackers at bay for the moment.



“Harry what now?!” Ron shouted. An auror, by definition, is a dark wizard catcher, not a vampire killer and Harry knew this, but their lives hanged in the wake so he pressed on.



On the other side of the graveyard Hermione stood frozen watching Draco lash out at Lucius with his wand. Lucius was now pleading for his life as he rolled on the ground in excruciating pain and torment. Draco stood over him, green light bursting from his wand wearing a wounded look on his distinctly morbid face.



“Draco, you will kill him!” Hermione yelled from her confines.



Draco looked at Hermione, her face sparkled in the moonlight casting a spell of love over him and in an instant the green light had ceased. He ran to Hermione and began untying her arms as she fell exhaustedly into his waiting arms.



“Oh Draco, I love you so much,” Hermione cried in his arms.



“Come on, we have to get out of here.” Draco said putting an arm around her bruised and beaten body and lifting her at his side as they walked. Lucius lay on the frigid ground and in a desperate attempt pulled the black ball from his robes and began chanting. The ball turned purple and then went black.



“What did you do old man? Killing more innocent witches?!” Draco yelled at him.



“That was merely a game to throw the aurors off my trail you fool of a son. Although it was pleasingly satisfying to watch the mudbloods die. No doubt the Dark Lord would have rewarded me for my actions.” Lucius had regained his balance and was pulling himself to his feet. Draco raised his wand as he pushed Hermione behind him to protect her.



“You could have had it all Draco. I offered you immortality, the chance to start a new race of supreme wizards. The Dark Lord had set this all in motion before his death and I, his humble servant, have continued his great legacy. The Dark Lord wanted YOU, Draco, and you throw it back in his face?!” Lucius looked as if he actually may begin to cry but the venom in his blood prevented him from expressing even the most natural of sentiments and he just sneered in exploding hatred for his son that stood before him.



“You’re senile old man. Voldemort is dead. He’s as dead as these sick freaks of nature you call your friends. He was beaten by a better wizard! “ Draco had not a glimmer of regretful remorse in his eyes for what he wanted so badly to do. Hermione sensed it in his voice and she called out to him as she moved from behind his body into the clearing.



“No, Draco, you won’t be able to live with yourself!” Hermione shouted her voice pleading with him.



Draco and Lucius were staring each other down in a fiery gaze of hate and resentment. Draco could see his thoughts and in a split second Lucius turned his eyes, his wand following towards Hermione whose eyes went wide with unexpected fright.



“AVADA KEDAVRA!” Draco and Lucius shouted in unison and green light streaked across the night.



The killing curse that shot from Lucius’s wand streamed past Hermione and Draco pulled her into his chest comforting her screams of terror. Lucius lay cold and still on the stale wet grass in the clearing of the cemetery his eyes rolled back into head, dead.



“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do it Hermione. He would have haunted our lives and our dreams forever.” Hermione nodded at Draco in agreement and Draco kissed her, his hands on her face wiping her tears away from her dirt stained, wind chapped face.



“We have to help Harry and Ron they are being attacked by the vampires!” Hermione shouted as she pointed.



“I’ll help them but you must go hide, now.” Draco took his hand and rubbed it on Hermione’s belly and she placed her hand over his in a fleeting joyous moment. Draco ran towards the pack of vampires. Harry and Ron and the other aurors had a barrier around them and were throwing spell after spell, hex after hex at the vampires but still they came like a relentless tiger after its prey in the jungle of nightmarish hell that would not stop, would never stop until their thirst was quenched. Harry shot a spell at one and it completely ripped the snarling nocturnal creatures head off, yet still it came. Draco joined the others wand in hand to fight against the beasts of the night. Then Harry felt it, the cold sense of dread he had felt so many times before. The dementors of Azkaban were circling high above in the night sky. The group gathered more tightly now still fighting off the advancing vampires that were edging closer now to the fire barrier that kept the beasts back. The dementors swooped down in one penetrating blow and several of the aurors looked up in petrified fear.



“Look we have to do this together there are too many of them, come on people on three!” Harry shouted through his dread and despair.



“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Harry yelled with strength and conviction at the attacking dementors and a stag leapt from his wand. Ron had cast his patronus as well as did three other aurors and the dementors with their cloaks of black hate woven with impenetrable fear burst forth in a last ditch effort to possess their prey. The cemetery illuminated with an incandescence of powerful energy circling the aurors and the dementors. The power of the full bodied patronuses knocked the dementors back and they faded into their dark misery flying away.



Draco looked on in awe at Potter and the other aurors. He had never been able to conjure a patronus. He had never learned how to and his respect for Harry and the other aurors grew at that moment.



“Potter that was bloody awesome, but these spells, they aren’t going to kill the vampires.” Draco shouted as Ron fell down on the ground, the beast of a woman who had penetrated their circle now clinging to his leg. Like that of an eagle’s talons she gripped and clawed into him deeply, her fangs drawn, about to bite down on Ron’s leg with her foaming putrid mouth. Draco was next to Ron and he thrust his wand towards the forest behind them and then ducked as a wood shard of a tree branch shot from the forest, piercing the vampire’s cold dead heart, that now lay defeated on Ron’s lap. Harry looked at Draco as if to tell him thanks for saving his best friend and then an idea was born in Harry and Draco’s minds at the same exact time.



“ACCIO FIREBOLT!” They both chanted and their brooms were next to them. They hurdled their bodies onto their brooms and jettisoned themselves forward into the forest. Within seconds both emerged with long sharp pointed stakes. Harry and Draco were charging at the assembly of vampires that had now spotted them and gave chase after them. Draco reached his first target and pitched the stake into the vampire’s heart, his broomstick obeying his every command as he went back to the forest for another branch he could conjure into a stake. It was Harry’s turn now and he aimed his stake in trajectory and threw it at a ferocious Kinglsey Shacklebolt’s chest but Kingsley caught the stake and snapped the stick in half then turning on Harry. Harry ducked from the first blow but Shacklebolt’s hand caught him on the backswing and Harry doubled over on his broom. Draco sped fast to Harry’s aid and once again dropped to hanging position on his broom and swung his body violently around his broom kicking Shacklebolt off of Harry who was fighting with his hands punching madly at the beast who used to be his good friend at the Ministry. Draco tossed Harry a stake and Harry without pausing for even a second plunged it into the frenzied vampire’s chest.



“That was some pretty impressive flying, Malfoy.” Harry complimented Draco. The other aurors mounted their brooms and followed suit, as a massive cluster of wizards and vampires hovered in the air above the graveyard.



“Potter!? Draco motioned to Harry and Harry nodded in acknowledgment as they honed in on the Mistress Isabella.



Hermione had come to join the fight. She grabbed Lucius’s wand from his cold dead fingers and proceeded into the graveyard where the battle raged on.



“Avis!” Hermione conjured a flock of birds that swarmed Isabella, her arms frantically swatting at the biting flapping pests. This distraction gave Draco and Harry just enough time to get into position for their killing blow. Draco yelled thanks to Hermione who smiled up at her courageous husband. Harry and Draco were on either side of her vile wickedness Mistress Isabella and with the signal from Harry, they flew fast at each other towards the vampire who was still trying to rid herself of the birds Hermione had sicked on her. Harry and Draco were charging at one another in what looked like a joust of brooms with the vampire in the middle of the two charging warriors. Hermione worried for a moment that one of them was going to actually kill the other and then her worry was dispelled. Isabella tried to knock Draco off his broom as he arrived first piercing his deadly stake through her heart, this followed by Harry who did the same thing only through her back and into her cold icy decrepit heart. She fell to the ground and Hermione watched as her best friend and her husband slapped each others hands in congratulations.



“Not bad Potter, not bad at all. You still owe me that quidditch game you know?” Draco laughed but was entirely serious.



“Any day of the week Malfoy.” Harry said and laughed now too.



The aurors had defeated all but one of the vampires in the graveyard and Harry and Draco turned to see Ron stab his stake through a male vampire’s heart and then exclaim in frustration.



“Take that you blood sucking fuck!” Ron turned around with an air of machismo and swaggered over to his knapsack where he took a swig of fire whiskey that he had brought along for just this occasion. He passed it around as the aurors stood around the fire having a congratulatory drink. They had earned the right. Draco sat down on the very stone slab where he had been restrained and pulled Hermione up onto his lap.



“A baby? Are you sure?” Draco said rubbing her tummy once again.



“I’m sure. A woman knows.” And with that Hermione leaned over and threw up again. Draco laughed and pulled her onto his chest where she laid her head against his warm welcoming body.



“I hope it’s a girl. I want her to be just like you.” Draco hugged her tightly and Hermione smiled.



“It is.” Draco looked at her in disbelief for a moment.



“A woman knows.” Hermione said.



“And does our daughter have a name? “ Draco inquired.



“Well I can say with some certainty that it won’t be Nadia.” They both laughed hysterically as Harry smiled at them from the distance carefully placing the black ball that controlled the dementors and had caused so many muggle-born deaths, into his knapsack.



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I want to thank the band Alice in Chains-Man in the Box song for putting me in the proper mood to write this chapter. I also guess I should thank my kids for putting up with my strange writing tendencies of jamming very loud music while I write.



My inspiration for this story was my 2 and a half year old son Adam, who is in every way Scorpius.