Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomsticks’s and The Big Apple

Chapter 2

(sexual content WARNING)

“Welcome to The Manhattan Strip, Draco said, stepping through the Trinitron billboard sign in Times Square. Two portkeys and a ride in Draco’s private jet, and the Malfoy’s had finally arrived in The Big Apple, Manhattan Island, New York,New York,USA!

“Look at the lights!” Luke said in awe.

“Look at the witches robes!” Scorpius said.

“Oh my, Draco. Is this what they wear here in America?” Hermione smacked Draco’s arm and he closed his mouth. It seemed that witches in America wore robes that had hoods and resembled more of a cape that fell mid thigh. Draco knew now, why Blaise Zabini was reluctant to come back to Britain. Blaise had served on the Worldwide Alliance of Witches and Wizards on Draco’s behalf, for a number of years. Now that Draco was moving here, they would switch places, and Blaise would act on Draco’s behalf, back at home at the Ministry, while Draco would attend the WWWA diplomatic meetings. Being that Blaise was still single, it was easy to see why he didn’t want to come back to Britain, when Draco noticed all the scantily clad witches on the strip. Scorpius swooned at the all teenage witches shopping for back to school items, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. Even Luke seemed to be in awe.

“Hermione!” A tall redhead with a top hat approached Hermione and Draco. Draco narrowed his eyes at the man. They had just arrived in a new country and some bloke was already calling his wife by name?

“George!” Hermione ran to hug the Weasley man. Draco suddenly remembered that George had moved to America a few years earlier, in order to open a chain of Joke Shops. He had made a small fortune in the European markets, so it made sense to Draco that he would want to dilute the American Market with Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes jokes and gag gifts.

“The Joke Shop is just around the corner. So what do you think? Bit different then Diagon Alley, isn’t it?” George smiled and shook hands with Draco. Draco had never minded Fred and George, in fact he’d always admired them. George had gone on without Fred, expanding the Joke Shop and taking it into foreign markets, with the help of …Ron. Draco cringed and then he heard the voice.

“’Mione? Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!”

“Oh my Gods! Ron!” Hermione was excited and Draco rolled his eyes. Ron shook Draco’s hand in a half ass-ed way, the two men shaking so quickly, it was if they each carried a shock in their palms.

“I thought I wouldn’t know a soul here! But where’s Parv?” Hermione asked, when she didn’t see Parvati with Ron.

“She has her business back in Diagon Alley. I thought this was a temporary move, but when I got here, I liked it so much that I wanted to stay. When I sent for her…well, she didn’t want to come.” Hermione frowned and hugged Ron.

“Daddy! They have a snowy white owl, just like the one you told me about! Can I get it, oh, please Daddy?” A brunette with light skin and freckles, ran towards Ron. Hermione knew Ron and Parvati had a daughter, but she had never met her before now.

“Hermione, this is Drucilla. We just call her Drew for short. This is my Princess!” Ron said with pride, introducing his daughter to Hermione. Hermione went in to shake the girls hand properly, but the girl threw her arms around Hermione’s neck instead.

“I feel like I know you already! Dad has told me so much about both you and Harry and your school days.” Ron blushed at his daughter’s admonition. Hermione smiled.

“Drew is starting school here too. She spends summer’s in Britain with Parv, but Parv thought it would be good if she broadened her horizons and attended school in America. I think it’s because she’s dating that bloody Cormac, but I’m delighted just the same. I missed her so badly,” Ron admitted. Draco rolled his eyes again. He always thought Ron was just too emotional to be a real man. Spilling his guts and his insecurities in public like he did, was disgusting to Draco.

“Drew, I’d like you to meet my son’s, Scorpius, and Lucius. They both share a birthday! Scorpius will be fifteen tomorrow and Luke will be thirteen. How old are you Drew?”

“I’m fourteen! Nice to meet you both.”

“Isn’t that nice boys? Drew will be attending Westwitch Academy too!”

“Pleasure, Drew. I’m going to go do some exploring, if you don’t mind,” Scorpius announced. Draco nodded for both boys to go on, as Hermione called out to them to be safe and don’t get into any trouble. Ron and Drew went back to the Joke Shop, leaving Draco and Hermione alone, at long last.

“So, Dragon. Looks like we are all alone. “

“Well, yeah, if you don’t count the thousands of witches and wizards all about,” Draco laughed and pinched his wife’s arse.

“I think this move is going to be good for all of us.”

“Mmm, I think you’re right Malfoy.” Draco leaned in and kissed Hermione. She blushed and he kissed her harder, his hand stroking her cheek softly. Neon lights flickered a rainbow of colors that flashed over Hermione’s face. Her chocolate eyes were wide as she took it all in.

“Come on Sweet pea. I have something to show you, that I think you will appreciate.” Draco pulled Hermione in close, his arm securely around her waist. As they walked together, down the Manhattan Strip they were overcome with the smells of baked cookies, and toffees and other goodies. They passed a wand shop and a Quidditch Shop, both stores brimming with anxious students and their parents.

“I should bring the boys here. I need to get them their school supplies.”

“You can do it tomorrow. We are staying close, so you won’t have to travel far.”

“Where are we staying Draco? You still haven’t told me. You know I like to be prepared.” Draco turned his wife around and stood behind her, his hands firmly on her shoulders.

“Behold…Your new home.” Hermione found herself staring up at a massive skyscraper. Her eyes followed the shiny new glass up and up until they finally rested on the iridescent, flashing sign at the top of the building that read The Dragon Witch Resort and Spa and had a giant M symbol, for Malfoy next to it. A bewitched dragon breathing fire with sparkling silver eyes lunged, spreading it’s enormous wing span and then retreated. Hermione spun around on Draco.

“You’re the dragon and I’m the witch… But…When did you? How did you…without me…”

“I built this years ago. Remember when I was going to bring you to America, but all that stuff with my brother happened?” Hermione nodded. “It was the Grand Opening. We missed it. Then after that, you were pregnant again, and then the children were too small to make the journey. It was always something. But, here we are, at long last. Your palace awaits, my lady,” Draco said bowing to her like a Prince. Draco’s hair was longer these days. He never let it get as long as his Father’s but he did grow it out enough to tie in a loose ponytail on his neck. Hermione loved the new look. He looked like one of the handsome Prince’s in the muggle fairytale books her mother read to her as a child.

“I don’t know what to say, Draco. It’s gorgeous! Which room is ours?” Hermione said taking in the spectacle that this grand hotel was. There were many posh witches and wizards coming in and out of the luxury hotel. A line of horse drawn carriages sat out front, on the cobblestone street and a goblin doorman, ushered guests inside. It was a glorious sight.

“Room? No,no Hermione. Think bigger my darling. We have the entire top floor. It’s called a penthouse in New York, and it’s ours.

“Can we go in?” Hermione said excitedly.

“Of course! After the lady,” Draco escorted her into his hotel. The staff immediately clamored to cater to Draco’s every whim. He introduced them to Hermione and explained that Hermione’s word was equally as important as his own, and that they should do whatever it is that his wife asked, without exception.

“Dragon, look!” Hermione called out like a kid in a candy store. Draco smiled. “They have a Flourish and Blotts here! I mean…you have. Draco, did you put this in for me?”

“Yes and no. I put it in for me…You used to send me out in the middle of the night, every time the baby kicked, remember? I’d be looking for books on pregnancy in the middle of the night. Then when the kids were small, same thing happened, but with baby rearing books. I figured I’d save myself the trip, so I put a bookstore in the hotel. It’s quite popular. Does more business then the one in Diagon Alley. It’s been a profitable addition.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you? You never cease to amaze me. I feel like a queen and you are my king!”

“Mmhmm. Now, can this king cash in on some of this adornment? I’d like to show you the penthouse. I have a few surprises for you.”

“More surprises!?” Hermione was bubbling with effervescence.

They shot like a canon straight to the top in a comfy elevator ride. When the doors opened, Draco tossed Hermione a set of keys.

“Don’t lose those now. I’ve been very careful about how many sets were made. I didn’t want just anybody having a set of keys to our new home.”

“I will protect them with my life,” Hermione smiled as she jiggled the door.

The Malfoy’s new digs were lavish and expansive. Hermione’s first sight when she stepped into the swanky New York City penthouse was a grand piano and marble flooring. Similar to The Manor she immediately felt at home. After years of living this lifestyle, Hermione had finally become comfortable with Draco’s money. Behind the grand piano was a view like none she had ever seen. She could see most of the city skyline. Of course, the hotel was enchanted, so nobody outside of the strip could see the looming building, but Hermione was in paradise as she stood at the glass window beholding the sprawling city beneath her.

“So, you think you could live here a while?” Draco said tossing his jacket down on the imported leather sofa.

“This is beyond anything Draco! It feels so romantic here. It makes me want to…” Hermione walked seductively over to her husband and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed down his neck and chest and Draco growled under his breath.

Draco picked Hermione up and carried her to the master bedchamber.

“I’m going to violate you in so many ways tonight. “ Draco said eagerly, tossing her on the bed.

“You promise?” Hermione scooted to the head of the bed as Draco crawled towards her on all fours. She was giggling and scooting away and then he yanked her by the leg, hard, and she slid under his body. Draco slid his hand up her skirt and plunged his fingers beneath her panties, feeling her slick heat engulf his hand. Hermione was fumbling at the buttons of his shirt, while an untamed Draco Malfoy, tore her shirt away, exposing her round and firm breasts. He nipped and bit at her nipples while he fucked her with his hand. She was gasping and moaning his name. “Gods Draco, you’re on fire tonight!” Hermione unzipped his pants and Draco shivered when she clasped her fingers around his erection.

“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you ma’ lady,” Draco whispered, his fingers slamming into her and her cream dripping down his hand. Hermione opened her legs wider for him, wanting so much more of her hot, sexy husband. He flipped her over in an unexpected move and Hermione squealed. Now she was laying flat on her stomach facing the window of their bedroom. She could see the lights of the city and her eyes fell to the famed Empire State Building, that was lit up on top and flashing with lights. Her legs were pried apart, wider, by Draco’s forceful hands, and then her body surged forward. Hermione let out a cry as her husband’s cock thrust deep inside her.

“Oh, Gods Yes! Oh fuck, yes, Draco!” He was talking dirty in her ear as he rammed his rod of steel into her. He hadn’t made love to her like this in years, or so it felt. Draco was always a good lover, but this type of love making ignited a fire under Hermione. His dick so hard and pumping her forcefully with passion and enthusiasm.

“Tell me you want my cock,” Draco’s husky voice said in her ear as he gave it to her harder, his jabbing thrusts taking her breath away.

“Oh, yes fuck me. More, Dragon.” He swirled his hips in her and Hermione felt her head cloud over in delight, then he was slamming back into her, one of his hands underneath her body and pinching her nipple roughly.

“Tell me how good it feels. Beg me, or I won’t fuck you.” Draco’s chest was sweating as it stuck to Hermione’s back, their slick bodies sliding against each other as he writhed over top of her, her legs spread eagled, face down on their bed.

“OH, Merlin…YES!! Don’t…stop…fucking…me…EVER!” Hermione cried out a familiar phrase and Draco cursed under his breath. Hermione felt his body quake and tremble, while he slammed himself deeply inside her one last time. He pulled out of her and sprayed his cum allover her back, his hand wrapped around his cock as his orgasm concluded. Draco fell back against the bed on his back and turned and smirked at his wife.

“You shouldn’t have said what you did, when you did. I probably could have kept going a lot longer,” Draco smiled.

“You liked that, did you?” Hermione propped herself up on her elbows and kissed his forehead.

“Made me cum really hard when you said that. Reminded me of your office, so long ago,” he said panting still.

“Draco, that was so bloody hot! Did you cast an engorgement charm on yourself? Your cock was so hard,” Hermione asked seriously.

“All me baby! That’s what you do to me.” Draco laughed.

“I love you Malfoy. If this is what sex is like in America, then I want to live here forever.” Draco smirked again and then cast a cleaning spell over Hermione and himself, before they snuggled into bed together.

“Should we go look for the boys?” Hermione asked with her head resting on Draco’s chest.

“Give them a little while longer. The Strip has good security. They will be alright on their own for a bit. Besides, I’m hardly finished with you.” Draco captured his wife’s tongue in his mouth and Hermione groaned in pleasure as they sunk into the sheets. Draco had another surprise planed for Hermione...but it would wait. He wasn't exactly sure, how she was going to like it. He hoped she would.

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Scorpius was having a fabulous time. With a bag of gold galleons filling the pockets of his robe, he was in a shoppers paradise. He had sauntered into the Quidditch store and was leisurely looking at all the American style quidditch brooms. Scorpius, like his father, played Seeker for Slytherin House. At least he did, before he moved to America. The brooms in America looked shoddy and lacked that handcrafted quality he had grown accustomed to.

“Crap aren’t they?” Scorpius cocked an eyebrow at an attractive blonde girl who was inspecting one of the brooms on display inside the shop. Scorpius noticed her athletic build and flyaway, wavy hair. She had fair skin and blue eyes and for a moment, his voice was caught in his throat.

“Nothing compares to the new Firebolt’s,” Scorpius said flatly.

“Firebolt’s are nice, but the American version Stingray is better,” the girl said stroking the broomstick handle of Scorpius Firebolt, that Scorpius had tucked under his arm.

“Can I ride it?” The girl said and Scorpius gulped.

“A bit forward don’t you think? You hardly know me.”

“I don’t know you at all, and I was talking about your broom.,” the girl laughed and Scorpius felt his face begin to flush.

“I know that.”

“Midnight broom ride with me? We can swap. My Stingray, for a ride on your Firebolt?” The girl tossed her broom into the air and Scorpius snatched it quickly. Her broom felt sturdy enough, unlike the flimsy pieces of shite that were on display in the store. He tossed his broom to her now.

“Seeker?” she said.

“Yeah,” Scorpius said, surprised that she knew that about himself. “Chaser?” This was obviously a girl who played quidditch.

“Yeah!” The girl smiled and strode past him and out of the Quidditch store. It slowly dawned on Scorpius, that he had given his prized Firebolt, to a strange girl.

“Around the Empire State and back? Race ya!” The girl said, as she hopped onto Scorpius’s Firebolt and shot off like a rocket. Scorpius mounted her broom and kicked off. He noticed immediately, that the Stingray had more velocity on take off, but it’s maneuverability and trajectory were no where close to the Firebolt. He careened across the night sky, the blonde witch in front of him, on his Firebolt. He pulled up alongside her and shouted gleefully.

“Hey! What’s your name anyway?”

“Serena Black! You?”

“Scorpius Malfoy!” Scorpius did a series of spins on the girl’s broom and the girl cheered wildly, her hair flapping in the wind.

“I’m so going to waste you Scorpius Malfoy!” She took off like white lightning and Scorpius leaned down and shot forward, hard on her heels. They rounded the massive Empire State Building, with Scorpius edging into the lead. On their way back, Serena overtook him again and Scorpius fought to catch the girl. They were over top of the Strip once again, but were still high in the sky. Draco had taught Scorpius the Wronskei Feint maneuver and Scorpius plunged towards the ground pulling up at the last second and beating the blonde witch. He looked up to see the girl performing a helicopter type move on the broom, one that he had never seen. She spun like the propellers on a chopper moved, lowering herself safely to the ground as she did so.

“What was that!?” They both said in unison.

“Wronskei Feint? You?”

“Witchchopper move.” They both paused a moment before replying at the same time and perfectly in unison.

“Can you teach me?” Scorpius laughed and so did Serena.

“Hey, you want to hang out sometime?” Scorpius asked.

“Sure. What year are you in?”

“Fifth year. I mean, I will be as soon as school starts,” Scorpius said. The girl wrinkled her nose at his answer. “What year are you in?” he asked.

“Seventh year. We won’t be in same house, but we can still hang out if you want.”

“How do you know we won’t be in same house?”

“We don’t sort like you do in Britain.”

“How do you know I’m from Britain? I didn’t tell you.”

“Accent, silly. It’s kind of easy to place,” Serena giggled.

“Oh, yeah.” Scorpius said feeling dumb.

“I’m also a Black. My grandfather was from Britain. You might have heard of him? Sirius Black?” Scorpius shook his head in confusion. Sirius Black had died fighting Voldemort in the war. He knew his Father was related to him and that his Mother had known Sirius fairly well before he died. He didn’t know that Sirius had any living relatives though, besides his godson Harry Potter.

“Sirius, had an American family?” Scorpius asked feeling confused.

“He and my grandmother fell in love one summer when he was visiting America. He had to leave to go fight Moldywort, and he never knew that she was pregnant. I guess he was thrown into jail and died without ever knowing that he had left a family behind. So anyways, I’m the granddaughter of Sirius Black.”

“It’s Voldemort not moldy,whatever you said,” Scorpius burst into a fit of laughter. The girl laughed too. “So, I think we might be related. My Grandmother is Narcissa Black, who I believe was Sirius’s cousin.”

“Pretty far removed though, right?” The girl said inching closer to Scorpius. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, as a nervousness swept over him. Something about his girl threw all of his cockiness and confidence off. He felt almost like a timid little boy standing in front of an exotically beautiful and powerful witch.

“Yeah, I mean I’d have to ask my Dad, but yeah, we would be like distant cousins or something,” Scorpius said, also stepping closer to the girl. They were only a nose apart now and he felt his heart begin to beat wildly with the closeness of her proximity.

“Well, here’s your broom. You’re right…The Firebolt is in a class by itself,” Serena said, gently handing him the broom.

“The Stingray has huge potential. The take off is quick. They just need to work on the rest of the broom a bit, to perfect it.” Scorpius handed her broom back to her but didn’t let go right away. Her hand gripped the broom over his hand now. He moved his fingers over hers, rubbing his thumb against the top of her hand as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“See you at school!” Serena said smiling and winking. Scorpius released her hand and shot her a sexy smirk, his confidence finally returning to him in time for her to leave.

“Can’t wait,” Scorpius replied, tossing the blond hair that hung so mysteriously over his left eye, out of his face. He saw the girl gulp when she looked into his captivating eyes. He swaggered across the cobblestone street feeling pleased with himself. He was replaying his thrilling broom ride with Sarena, over again in his mind, when he saw Draco standing and staring at him and smoking a muggle cigarette.

“Smoking Father? Does mother know about that.” Draco crushed the cigarette out on the ground and glared at his son.

“I’m sure she doesn’t know, son. But I’m also sure she doesn’t know that you were breaking all kinds of wizarding laws, by flying over the city, risking being seen by muggles, don’t ya think Scorpius?”

“Well I suppose there are certain things, that Mother doesn’t need to know about,” Scorpius said.

“Agreed. Don’t ever try that again,” Draco said clapping his son on the back, while they continued to walk down The Strip.

“Try what? Flying you mean?”

“Blackmailing me. Never fuck with the best,” Draco said laughing and Scorpius laughed too. “We have to find Luke. Your mother wants you boys in now.” Both blond’s swaggered down the street in search of the younger Luke.

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“I’m looking to rent the room for long term,” Luke said to the man behind the corner at the shoddy little rundown shop, three streets off the main drag that was The Strip.

“How old are you?” The man replied with a suspicious glare at the teen.

“I’m seventeen. That’s all you need to know.” Luke was turning thirteen, but he was tall too, like his father. He had brown hair like Hermione, with golden highlights in it and he wore it shoulder length. His eyes were a light brownish golden color. He was attractive in his own right, but he still had a baby face. The man gave him a once over as his finger tapped on the dirty counter. Luke looked down nervously, his eyes focused on the bag of galleons he held firmly in his fist. He tossed a few more coins onto the counter in an attempt to grease the shop owner.

“Your money is good. You have yourself a deal. But, no funny stuff. Rent is due the first of the month and I won’t bend on that. If you are late, then you are out. No loitering outside the building either. I don’t want my clients thinking that I run a candy shop for kids.” Luke almost laughed at the man. The money was not a problem, his Dad was loaded. As far as loitering? He wanted to tell the man that he would rather cut his own arm off, then have any of his family and friends catch him alive in a place like this. He needed it though. He needed the privacy for what he wanted to do. He needed a lab.

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