The Scorpions Kiss
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,640
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
do not own anything JK Rowling owns it all and is filthy rich because of it. Good for her! I realize in book 7 Draco’s son was supposed to be the same age as Harry’s youngest and Ron and Hermione’s kid as well. I am throwing that out. Draco is the only one with a child. The rest of canon is respected.
Chapter 2- Take me Out to the Quidditch Pitch
“I can’t believe you got the Minister to give up these seats Harry. He must really owe you one.” Ron said cheerily as he made his way to his seat in the Ministers box to watch the Chudley Canons take on Bulgaria.
“Yeah all I had to do was mention You Know Who’s name and he willingly handed me his seats.” Harry chortled.
“And here I didn’t think you had it in you to call in favors like that. Way to go Harry!” Ron was fumbling for his omnoculars.
“I didn’t Ron. He is in Translyvania on ministry business.” Harry smiled at Ron.
“Oh bloody hell the match is about to start and Hermione and Ginny still aren’t here.” Ron was scanning the crowd looking for his sister and Hermione.
“Here I am!” Ginny had appeared in the minister’s box and was giving Harry a big fat wet kiss as Ron looked on disgusted.
“Oh okay, enough already ,” Seeing Harry and Ginny kiss still made Ron’s stomach feel queasy.
“Hermione owled and said she would be a little late.” Ginny announced as the match began.
As the players entered the field on broomstick the announcer announced their names.
“The Chudley Canons proudly presents Oliver Wood as Keeper.”
“Chasers Flint ,Duke and McCallister.”
“Beaters the Foster brothers”
“And Seeker, Draco Malfoy!”
The crowd went wild in anticipation as the players took the field.
“I just can’t get used to Malfoy being our seeker. It just seems wrong now to cheer the Canons on ya know Harry?” Ron said quietly to Harry as the Bulgarian team now took their turn being announced. Harry just grumbled at Malfoy’s name.
“And Seeker, Viktor Krum for Bulgaria!”
“I hope neither of them catches the snitch,” Ron said pathetically. Harry again nodded.
Harry and Ron had gone on to be highly respected Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. Harry was happy with his life, but he did feel the pangs of regret for not trying out to play professional quidditch. Now he had to sit here and watch Malfoy play the position he knew he could have had. It would be a long day for Harry, he thought to him self.
“Hi, what did I miss?” Hermione had joined them now, wearing the Chudley Canons colors.
“Oh, nothing Hermione just Malfoy and Krum’s ovation.” Ron said reluctantly.
At hearing Draco Malfoy’s name Hermione turned bright red.
“Why is your face all rosy Hermione? You don’t still have the hots for that ruddy pumpkin head Krum do you?” Ron began imitating Viktor Krum’s broken English in his worst impression of a Bulgarian accent.
“No of course not Ron that’s just silly.” Hermione sipped off a warm glass of butterbeer and hoped for her face to return to its natural color.
The home team was losing badly to Bulgaria and a frustrated Draco Malfoy with Krum in tow was frantically looking for the snitch with eagle’s eye peeled for the little golden ball with wings. He needed to catch it today. The Bulgarian beaters were the best in the league and they had beaten up the Canons chasers and keeper Oliver Wood pretty badly, allowing them to make four quick goals. Hermione could not take her eyes off Malfoy since their chance encounter the week earlier. Her mind kept going back to the kiss he had given her. She was confused because as repulsive as the thought of kissing Draco Malfoy had been to her beforehand, the actuality of it coming to pass had been quite pleasing. His lips had been so soft and tender. His pale skin in the warm summer sun and his piercing eyes with their icy fire that looked right through her soul as he kissed her were not easily forgotten since that day. These were not qualities she would have thought Draco Malfoy could possess so she sat watching the match with her friends in total silence, lost in her thoughts.
“What’s Malfoy going for?” Ron looked through his omnoculars.
“It’s the snitch, see it there!” Harry pointed to the golden snitch in the distance; feeling a sense of accomplishment that he had seen it before Viktor Krum the Bulgarian seeker had.
“Oh get it Draco!” Hermione had yelled out and then realized what she had said and instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.
“Get it Draco? Hermione have you gone completely mental?” Ron looked at her in bewilderment.
“Yes Ron I think I have.” Hermione said under her breath. “I must be going mental,”
“Oi, look out here comes Malfoy!” Ron had yelled to the four of them all of whom moved out of their seats as Malfoy and Krum bore down on them chasing the snitch. Harry, however, sat there, eyes on Malfoy, returning his chilly look.
“It looks like both seekers are closing in on the snitch. We could have our game in just a moment if they can pull it out!” The announcer commentated.
With a quick burst of speed Malfoy pulled in front of Krum and was almost on top of it as the little golden ball streaked through the crowd coming ever so close now to where Harry was sitting. Draco Malfoy pulled up on his broom hard but it was too late and he smashed into Harry Potter sending Harry flying backwards over his seat. Viktor Krum was right behind Malfoy and he too splattered into Harry and Draco as they all three lay in a heap in the minister’s box. The spotlight moved to the pile of battered bodies and the announcer began describing the scene as a worn and tired Draco Malfoy slowly stood up, snitch in hand. The crowd went wild at the sight of the golden snitch in his pale bloody hand. Ron and Hermione ran to Harry’s aid as the big billboard sized Trinitron flashed Draco Malfoy on the screen with the words ‘Chudley Canons Win 150 to 70!’
In the ensuing commotion Draco made his way over to Hermione who was standing holding Harry’s head back to stop the blood that was spewing from his nose. Draco reached for and found Hermione’s hand , and in it he placed the golden snitch.
“Here’s my thank you for last week Granger,” he said with a flashy smile, both eyebrows raised up and down as he spoke. Hermione’s eyes went wide, like a deer caught in the headlights, as Ron and Harry and Ginny all turned in a jaw dropping moment to look at her.
“What the hell Hermione? What was that? Just what does that mean?!” Ron glared at Hermione expecting answers that she had no answers for.
“That was really sloppy Malfoy!” Harry screamed at Draco still clutching a scarf to his nose to stop the blood flowing down his face.
Draco Malfoy looked at Hermione and smiled and then mounted his broomstick. He looked at Harry with a malevolent face and said….
“You and me Potter, on the Quidditch field. You and me,” and with that he sped off into the middle of the field raising his hands in the air as he flew. The crowd cheered him wildly and the stadium erupted with applause.
Chapter 2- Take me Out to the Quidditch Pitch
“I can’t believe you got the Minister to give up these seats Harry. He must really owe you one.” Ron said cheerily as he made his way to his seat in the Ministers box to watch the Chudley Canons take on Bulgaria.
“Yeah all I had to do was mention You Know Who’s name and he willingly handed me his seats.” Harry chortled.
“And here I didn’t think you had it in you to call in favors like that. Way to go Harry!” Ron was fumbling for his omnoculars.
“I didn’t Ron. He is in Translyvania on ministry business.” Harry smiled at Ron.
“Oh bloody hell the match is about to start and Hermione and Ginny still aren’t here.” Ron was scanning the crowd looking for his sister and Hermione.
“Here I am!” Ginny had appeared in the minister’s box and was giving Harry a big fat wet kiss as Ron looked on disgusted.
“Oh okay, enough already ,” Seeing Harry and Ginny kiss still made Ron’s stomach feel queasy.
“Hermione owled and said she would be a little late.” Ginny announced as the match began.
As the players entered the field on broomstick the announcer announced their names.
“The Chudley Canons proudly presents Oliver Wood as Keeper.”
“Chasers Flint ,Duke and McCallister.”
“Beaters the Foster brothers”
“And Seeker, Draco Malfoy!”
The crowd went wild in anticipation as the players took the field.
“I just can’t get used to Malfoy being our seeker. It just seems wrong now to cheer the Canons on ya know Harry?” Ron said quietly to Harry as the Bulgarian team now took their turn being announced. Harry just grumbled at Malfoy’s name.
“And Seeker, Viktor Krum for Bulgaria!”
“I hope neither of them catches the snitch,” Ron said pathetically. Harry again nodded.
Harry and Ron had gone on to be highly respected Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. Harry was happy with his life, but he did feel the pangs of regret for not trying out to play professional quidditch. Now he had to sit here and watch Malfoy play the position he knew he could have had. It would be a long day for Harry, he thought to him self.
“Hi, what did I miss?” Hermione had joined them now, wearing the Chudley Canons colors.
“Oh, nothing Hermione just Malfoy and Krum’s ovation.” Ron said reluctantly.
At hearing Draco Malfoy’s name Hermione turned bright red.
“Why is your face all rosy Hermione? You don’t still have the hots for that ruddy pumpkin head Krum do you?” Ron began imitating Viktor Krum’s broken English in his worst impression of a Bulgarian accent.
“No of course not Ron that’s just silly.” Hermione sipped off a warm glass of butterbeer and hoped for her face to return to its natural color.
The home team was losing badly to Bulgaria and a frustrated Draco Malfoy with Krum in tow was frantically looking for the snitch with eagle’s eye peeled for the little golden ball with wings. He needed to catch it today. The Bulgarian beaters were the best in the league and they had beaten up the Canons chasers and keeper Oliver Wood pretty badly, allowing them to make four quick goals. Hermione could not take her eyes off Malfoy since their chance encounter the week earlier. Her mind kept going back to the kiss he had given her. She was confused because as repulsive as the thought of kissing Draco Malfoy had been to her beforehand, the actuality of it coming to pass had been quite pleasing. His lips had been so soft and tender. His pale skin in the warm summer sun and his piercing eyes with their icy fire that looked right through her soul as he kissed her were not easily forgotten since that day. These were not qualities she would have thought Draco Malfoy could possess so she sat watching the match with her friends in total silence, lost in her thoughts.
“What’s Malfoy going for?” Ron looked through his omnoculars.
“It’s the snitch, see it there!” Harry pointed to the golden snitch in the distance; feeling a sense of accomplishment that he had seen it before Viktor Krum the Bulgarian seeker had.
“Oh get it Draco!” Hermione had yelled out and then realized what she had said and instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.
“Get it Draco? Hermione have you gone completely mental?” Ron looked at her in bewilderment.
“Yes Ron I think I have.” Hermione said under her breath. “I must be going mental,”
“Oi, look out here comes Malfoy!” Ron had yelled to the four of them all of whom moved out of their seats as Malfoy and Krum bore down on them chasing the snitch. Harry, however, sat there, eyes on Malfoy, returning his chilly look.
“It looks like both seekers are closing in on the snitch. We could have our game in just a moment if they can pull it out!” The announcer commentated.
With a quick burst of speed Malfoy pulled in front of Krum and was almost on top of it as the little golden ball streaked through the crowd coming ever so close now to where Harry was sitting. Draco Malfoy pulled up on his broom hard but it was too late and he smashed into Harry Potter sending Harry flying backwards over his seat. Viktor Krum was right behind Malfoy and he too splattered into Harry and Draco as they all three lay in a heap in the minister’s box. The spotlight moved to the pile of battered bodies and the announcer began describing the scene as a worn and tired Draco Malfoy slowly stood up, snitch in hand. The crowd went wild at the sight of the golden snitch in his pale bloody hand. Ron and Hermione ran to Harry’s aid as the big billboard sized Trinitron flashed Draco Malfoy on the screen with the words ‘Chudley Canons Win 150 to 70!’
In the ensuing commotion Draco made his way over to Hermione who was standing holding Harry’s head back to stop the blood that was spewing from his nose. Draco reached for and found Hermione’s hand , and in it he placed the golden snitch.
“Here’s my thank you for last week Granger,” he said with a flashy smile, both eyebrows raised up and down as he spoke. Hermione’s eyes went wide, like a deer caught in the headlights, as Ron and Harry and Ginny all turned in a jaw dropping moment to look at her.
“What the hell Hermione? What was that? Just what does that mean?!” Ron glared at Hermione expecting answers that she had no answers for.
“That was really sloppy Malfoy!” Harry screamed at Draco still clutching a scarf to his nose to stop the blood flowing down his face.
Draco Malfoy looked at Hermione and smiled and then mounted his broomstick. He looked at Harry with a malevolent face and said….
“You and me Potter, on the Quidditch field. You and me,” and with that he sped off into the middle of the field raising his hands in the air as he flew. The crowd cheered him wildly and the stadium erupted with applause.