Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Chapter 21

Draco propped Hermione up on the dining room table. There had been a large gathering at Serenity after the concert. All of their friends and family were there to welcome Draco home. When everybody had left for the evening, well into the wee hours of the night, Hermione and Draco had cuddled up on the sofa where they teased and tortured each other with a deeply satisfying makeout session, that involved heavy petting and nibbling on one another’s necks. When neither could take any more, their desire so strong for each other, they left hand in hand for the bedroom. When both saw the long mahogany table in the dining room as they passed by it, grey eyes met brown once again and they found themselves taking a risky detour.

“Take me Draco. Gods, I want you so bad,” Hermione moaned into his ear, while Draco dropped kisses on her neck, just behind her ear.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. I am going to ram my cock so deep inside you Sweetpea. I can’t wait to feel you.” Draco kissed her hard on the mouth and then reached for his wand, that was tucked snug in his back pocket. He missed having his wand, while in Azkaban and he was just itching to use it. A wicked smirk came over his face as he broke off their kiss and held his wand on Hermione. He whispered an incantation and suddenly green silk ties appeared, and wound themselves around Hermione’s wrists. Another spell from Draco, and they bound her wrists completely as she watched in curious amusement. The ties shot up and tangled themselves tightly in the sparkling crystal chandelier above Hermione’s head, her arms now raised above her head, with little slack in the binds.

“Draco, if I lower my arms, or jerk on the ties, I could bring the whole chandelier down on us,” Hermione said in a sultry tone, her need for him evident as she wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him closer to her.

“Then I reckon you better keep those arms held high,hmm Sweetpea?” Draco grinned and then ripped the shirt away from her body. He ran his hands up her silky thighs and then bunched her knickers in his fists at her hips. With a sudden yanking motion, he had removed her panties, her skirt up around her waist giving him full access to her hot swollen womanliness. He unbuckled his pants as Hermione watched, her arms beginning to ache from holding them stiffly above her head. He dropped his pants around his ankles, his shirt (yes he put a shirt on when he got home, much to Hermione’s dismay) covering the throbbing erection that she just knew Draco had for her.

“Draco, take the shirt off. I want to feel your chest against my skin.”

“In due time Malfoy, in due time. Why the rush?” Draco smirked.

“Draco Malfoy, if you don’t fuck me this instant!” Hermione spat out.

“Then what? You will pull the chandelier down on our heads, killing us instantly? Which one of us just got out of Azkaban? Was it you, or was it me?” Draco said with a cheeky smile. He did as she commanded though and began to unbutton his white button up, careful not to damage the shirt. Hermione found it strangely hilarious, that he had just ruined one of her favorite blouses, yet took so much care with his own precious garments. Draco was selfish to the core, even still, and she loved him for it. He moved in between her legs and Hermione could feel his hard on pressed against her, his thick cock heavy on her leg. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his pale, lean, muscular chest and she let out a groan as Draco captured her mouth once again. His tongue moved in a clockwise direction probing deeper with each passing circle, until Hermione’s head was leaning so far back, that when she opened her eyes she could see the chandelier looming above her. Her arms spasmed and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold them in this position. Her worry was stamped out though, by the fire that swept over her when she felt Draco’s cock at her entrance.

“You look so fucking hot in this position. I’m going to fuck you really hard. It isn’t going to be gentle. You will hold those arms up high, won’t you?” Draco bit into her neck at his and Hermione whimpered as chills shot down her spine.

“Yes, Dragon…Oh Yes,” she moaned out.

He rammed into her only halfway at first and then pulled out. Hermione gasped and Draco ran his hands frantically down the insides of her thighs. She felt the muscles in her legs burn as her husband forced her knees apart. He spread her nether lips apart and then with his wand he flicked the lights on the chandelier to the on position. He wanted to watch his cock enter her. He could see her lovely pink lips and he lingered for a moment just admiring his beautiful Hermione and all her womanly splendor. He pushed hard at that, rolling his hips into her. He saw Hermione’s back start to give out on the very first hard push of his rod into her body, so he snaked an arm around her back and with he other arm he braced himself against the table. He rammed again into her and Hermione’s breath hitched in her throat. His hips gyrated now in rhythm, his dick sliding in and out of her hot wetness and both Draco and Hermione were moaning each other’s names as he forced himself into her harder and harder with each thrust.

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“Baby your throat still burn a little?” Persephone said to Scorpius who was spent, after a long show. He had lain on the bed in exhaustion, his arms and shoulder sore from the strain of the guitar. Sensing this, Persephone climbed on his back and sat down on his arse. She kneaded his sore muscles with a healing oil and Scorpius groaned in pleasure.

“Only if you want me to go down on you babe,” Scorpius replied. Persephone snickered and jumped off Scorpius, her petite feet padding across the carpet.

“I’ll be right back honey.” She traipsed down the hall, tying a robe around her as she made her way down the grand staircase. She filled a glass of cold water for Scorpius, lascivious thoughts of him, playing like a swan song in her head as she spun on her heels to make the long journey back up the stairs to her bedroom. She stopped short though, when she caught sight of something she shouldn’t have been witnessing, for a second time.

Hermione was tied up, her arms heavy above her head as Draco pounded into her. Persephone’s hand automatically went to her crotch as she slid her hand up her own thigh and under her robe. Misplaced appreciation, that’s all it is. That and the fact that Draco and Scorpius look so much alike, are alike. Damn they are alike, only…Draco is way more experienced. Mr. Malfoy, I mean! Persephone reminded herself. She started to turn away, knowing she shouldn’t be watching, yet she couldn’t stop the sick obsession. Draco was grunting loudly and Hermione was groaning in unison. Draco turned his head to bite down on Hermione’s neck, his orgasm fast approaching, when he caught sight of Persephone, fingers stroking her own clit and Draco did the only thing he could do. He closed his eyes. He couldn’t care that she was looking at he and Hermione, not right now. He was so lost in the moment with his wife, and so close to his climax. Hermione was so wet and she too was about to have the Mt. St. Helen’s of eruptions and Draco would not deprive her of that, nor would he deprive himself. Hermione forgot about the chandelier, the urge to throw her arms around Draco’s neck so strong, in her animalistic lust for her Draco, that she did just that as her orgasm thundered through her body. Draco screamed out in her ear when he felt her gush of wetness engulf his pulsating cock. With one last thrust of his hips, he was buried deep inside her, and he ejaculated with the rising force of a rocket during lift off, his fire consuming him. Their bodies shuddered and shook and Hermione clenched her legs around his hips, never wanting to let him go. A cracking sound and bits of plaster began to fall from the ceiling and both Draco and Hermione glanced upwards to see the crystal chandelier coming unhinged from the ceiling. They both looked at each other and Hermione lunged forward as Draco pulled her as hard he could. They landed on the hardwood floor of the formal dining room just as the chandelier crashed to the floor. Persephone let out an ear-piercing scream and Draco suddenly remembered that his daughter in law was there. The glass of water she was holding, crashed to the floor and shattered as Persephone stood like a deer caught in the headlights of a muggle car. Both Draco and Hermione craned their necks towards the kitchen, and an uncomfortable silence occurred between the three. Hermione looked down at Draco. He had bits of powdery plaster on his face and Hermione’s hair was almost a ghostly white, as she was caked in the mess. She was still tied to the chandelier that was now laying in a half broken heap on the dining room table ( which was no doubt ruined as well) and she sized up Draco’s reaction. He looked scared. Not scared that Persephone had just seen and heard them, but that it was ridiculously impossible to explain what had just occurred away, but that he was scared of Hermione’s reaction. After all, making love bondage style in the dining room was Draco’s idea. Tying her to the chandelier, was also his creation. Hermione cracked a slight smile at Draco and his facial expression eased. Then she bust out in laughter, and Draco wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, he too laughing over the strange situation they now found themselves in.

Persephone did the only thing she could do when she found herself in such uncomfortable situations…she opened her mouth and nervously began to spew off her convictions.

“I know what you’re thinking. This is the second time, not the first. The first being when I saw you sucking Mr. Malfoy’s dick in the parlor. I promise that if you want to make love on the roof, or on the drive or anywhere else, that I will not watch you a third time!”

“Persephone…Go to bed now and do not speak of this again,” Draco said barely able to get the words out from the contagious laughter that he and Hermione suffered from. Persephone nodded and ran upstairs, leaving the mess behind.

“You’re cleaning this up,” Hermione finally said, pushing off of Draco.

“To the contrary, Mrs. Malfoy. I’m not done with you yet.” Draco reached for her and pulled her down to the floor, rolling her over in a quick and unexpected move.” Now I’m going to make love to you slowly, and you will feel every inch of my love for you Sweetpea.” Hermione moaned and arched her back, the weight of his body over hers giving her goosebumps.

“I missed you so much Draco. Let’s never be apart like that again. Alright?”

“Never again,” Draco whispered lovingly in her ear as he thrust himself inside her. He smiled at hearing his wife’s breath hitch once again. He never got tired of hearing the sweet sounds of their lovemaking.

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Two Months later…

“Come on Malfoy. Ye owe me a chance to race ye again. I rather think I can beat you, I reckon,” Oliver Wood said, on the arm of his date (a rather attractive, luminous, blue fairy). Apparently, his relentlessness paid off and he had himself a bonified fairy girlfriend.

Harry was having a grand shindig, to celebrate the overturning of the squib laws, and Draco’s successful bid for reelection. Raspodin was nowhere to be found. The French aurors were working with the British aurors to bring him to justice, but as of yet there were few leads. There were rumors that he retuned back to his homeland of Germany, but none that were solid or led to his capture and conviction.

Draco’s first order of business was of course, changing the squib laws and the entire Wizengamot voted unanimously in favor of his proposed law to do away with the archaic disdain for squibs. Public opinion was catching on and suddenly many prominent families in the wizarding community, came out of the closet and introduced their squib, son’s and daughters and cousins and nieces and nephews to the world. It was now the IN thing to have a squib in your family tree, a notion that those with squibs were somehow more evolved then those without hem. Squibs were in style. This would change soon enough, once the newness wore off and Draco knew that, which is why he and Luke were actively experimenting with a potion that would counter-act the sea monsters blood in many of the squibs blood.

Luna and Blaise and the Nott’s all retuned to Britain, with stories to tell of America and of their great escape. Luna had offered up little Jessie as the guinea pig of Luke and Draco’s experimental testing. Of course they refused, but in the back of Draco’s mind he really did want to cure Jessie the most. The girl was a witch if he’d ever seen one and while he knew that some squibs were always meant to be squibs, he felt that Jessie was not one of them.

He bounced Jillian in his arms and gave Wood a bored look.

“Wood, would you just give it up already. You will never make it through the clues, so just let it go already. Besides, I am having too much fun with my daughter. Look what she can do!” Draco proudly showed off his beautiful blonde daughter to anyone who would listen to him. Hermione beamed with pride at the father of her only daughter.

“Suit yourself, but I am going to run The Gauntlet one more time. I’ll just tell all the blokes waiting down on the lawn, that you won’t be defending your title, because ye grown a bit soft since having a wee daughter of ye’re own.” Wood began to walk away.

“Wait. Give me five minutes,” Draco said, falling for the bait. Wood smiled eagerly.

Hermione and Ginny were sitting on a blanket on the lawn, absorbing some of the late afternoon rays, when Draco set little Jillian down on her stomach. She was crawling now. Hermione was tickling little Albus’s tummy and making cooing noises to Ginny and Harry’s new baby and Jillian gazed up at her mother with her sparkling pools of blue grey. A morbidly wicked face came over Jillian’s angelic aura. She pulled at the messy mop of dark hair on Albus’s head and the baby wailed. Ginny cringed and picked Albus up.

“You don’t like Mummy playing with other babies, do you sweetie?” Hermione said, lifting little Jillian into her arms. The child’s face returned to its bright and cheery disposition and Hermione rocked the almost one year old baby Jillian, in her arms, sweet victory playing over Jillian’s infantile face. This would be just the first of many victories over her future nemesis,Albus Potter.

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“Such a precious pair they make,” Roman said squatting down to admire both babies. “I see a lot of struggle in their futures, but also calming seas of purple.” Roman chuckled and Hermione thanked him once again for saving Draco’s life. His name had been cleared and he now went by his given name of Rasputin. He had gained quite a reputation in a short time, helping aurors with their investigation of Raspodin, who it turns out name was actually quite plain. He was known as Clyde Baxter, in Bulgaria and Germany. He was better known as the leader of the racist and radical Wizards Supremecy faction, a terrorist group that frequently kidnapped squibs from the safety of their homes and loving families and sold them to the Squib Shops, making a tidy profit in the black market of squibs in the process. It was enough to allow this group to spread throughout parts of Europe, and Draco, with the help of other European Minster’s, had set up a task force of special aurors, to crack down and disband these terrorist groups. Harry Potter had been named head auror and he was having great success at his new job. Harry was now finally taking a much needed rest and enjoying the festivities as he and Ron debated over putting in a wizards chess board as part of the Gauntlet. Ron seemed to deem it appropriate and just out and out cool.

As Draco approached the starting line, Neville Longbotom and Pansy Parkinson approached him. He had tried to duck them for the first half of the party, but Neville seemed intent on having a word with him.

“Hello Draco. Pansy has something she needs to say to you.” Neville gripped Pansy’s hand, hard, and Pansy opened her mouth to speak.

“I’m sorry Draco. I was sucked in by Raspodin. He brainwashed me.” Draco nearly laughed. Neville, the Gryffindor, might have believed her claims of being brain washed, but Draco was a Slytherin, like Pansy and he recognized a lie when he heard one. “I am really sorry that I didn’t free you when given the chance. Thank you for not prosecuting me.”

“Oh, I was getting around to it Pansy. I just had bigger to fish to fry first. Perhaps I will think about your apology. Now, if you don’t mind. Piss off Parkinson!” Pansy huffed and walked away, joining Blaise and Luna who were searching in the grass with little Jessie for something that probably didn’t exist. Blaise would stand up and look around, to make sure people weren’t watching him, clearly embarrassed by Luna’s strange hobbies, but too afraid to disagree with her. Draco always got a chuckle when he saw how whipped Blaise was over his sister.

“Draco, she really does mean it. She cried to me over what she did to you. Will you really throw her in Azkaban?” Neville pleaded, the honesty in his voice always astounding Draco, even to this day.

“No Longbotom. I am not going to lock her away in Azkaban, because there will not be an Azkaban anymore, if I get my way. I just like seeing her stew a little bit. Don’t tell her ok. Or I will press charges.” Draco winked at Neville and Neville smiled and nodded.

Nathaniel had been helping Scorpius get back in shape for his return to quidditch. Scorpius was just thrilled to be back in the game. He was like a kid in a candy shop doing daily drills on the makeshift quidditch pitch Draco had set up at serenity, so that he could practice. Nathaniel and he had bonded. His girlfriend had stayed behind in America to mind the shop on The Strip, and Nathaniel traveled back and forth between countries. He finally had a real family and his girlfriend didn’t want to make him chose between her and the Malfoy’s, so she endured the long distance relationship.

Draco saw Nathaniel sitting on the ground, visibly shaken. The race was about to begin, but he wanted to make sure his brother was alright. Nathaniel had been a rock for Draco and Hermione when they needed him the most, so race or no race, he was going to be there for him.

“Hey brother…” Nathaniel always smiled when Draco referred to him as that, which is why Draco said it today. “What’s wrong? You look as if you’ve seen a vampire.” Nathaniel looked up at Draco and raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, bad joke. But what’s wrong?”

“She had the baby. I’m a father,” Nathaniel said shaken.

“I thought she wasn’t due for another month! Congratulations man!” Draco clapped his brother on the back. “So why the sour face?”

“I’m afraid. I don’t know what to do with babies. She asked me what I want to name our son.”

“That’s great Nat!” Draco shook his hand and then hollered, so everyone on the lawn could hear that Nathaniel had a baby boy.

“I’m going to tell her to name him Draco, is that alright with you if I give him your namesake? Perhaps he will turn out like you, instead of like me. That is my hope anyway. I do not think I have it in me to be a good father. Just too much has happened to me. I’m not sure I’m ready.”

Draco thought about it, in stunned shock

“I am honored, I really am. Just know Nathaniel, that you will figure it out as you go. Even now, I am learning how to be a better father. It’s a never ending process as I’m sure our own Father would attest to. Hermione and I are here for you though. Always.” Nathaniel showed some signs of relief when Draco said that and he finally relaxed and smiled.

“Better get a move on Malfoy, if you’re going to race!” Harry called out, pointing at the contestants who had already started to run The Gauntlet. Draco hopped on his broom and made for the starting line, and they were off. Draco could really care less about this all in fun running of the Gauntlet, he just didn’t like being called a soft heart so he agreed to run it.

Wood was off in furious motion, knocking people over and making his way to the maze. Draco entered the maze right behind him and then stopped short when he saw a hooded figure jump out from behind a hedge in the maze and hold his wand on Wood. Draco watched as green light streamed by Wood only narrowly missing him. He heard the audible killing curse shouted out and Wood ducked and rolled landing next to Draco.

“Blimey Malfoy! That bogart looked a little real! Is that your fear being conjured, because I’ve never seen such a hideous man before in my life!” Draco held his wand in the air and red flares shot high above the maze. This was no bogart. Wood was right. this was a trap!

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“Did you hear that Ron?” Harry spun his head towards the east corner of the grounds.

“No. Come on mate, put your work behind you for just one evening and have fun. So, did I tell you that me and Padma are dating now?”

“Really, Ron…I heard something. I think someone may have broken through one of the security enchantments I set up.” No sooner had Harry said that, did he see Draco’s warning shot from the maze. Harry took off on his Firebolt and made for the maze with Ron tagging along behind him.

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“Hermione, did you see that? Something’s going on in the maze!” Ginny said plucking little Albus up and running for Blaise and Luna. Hermione was right behind her. They handed the babies off to Luna and Blaise, who seemed confused and worried and Hermione and Ginny made for the Gauntlet.

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“Wood! We should really stick together. I think we are being hunted,” Draco warned.

“This is a Slytherin tick. I’ll not let you beat me this time Malfoy!” With that, Wood took off on his own, leaving Draco behind, shaking his head.

“Stupid arsehole! “ He said as he held his wand out and crept silently through the maze. Draco rounded the corner when he thought he heard something in front of him. The sun had set and the maze became very dark. Draco was unable to see his hand in front of his face, so he reluctantly lit his wand.

“Lumos.”

“Avada Kedavra!” Came a voice from just up ahead and Draco dove into the hedge, his arms and face now scratched up from the prickly growth. “I got one of them, Harry!”

“You bloody fucking idiot! You almost got me Weasel,” Draco shouted, holding his wand now on Ron.

“Oh, right, sorry ‘bout that. I guess I couldn’t tell the difference between one of the bad guys, and you Ferret.”

“Be more careful Ron!” Harry chastised. Just then they heard footsteps and a cloaked figure shot by them. Draco gave chase with Harry right behind him.

“Crucio!” Draco called out and green flames bounded from his wand, hitting his cloak and forcing him to the ground.

“Stop Malfoy! Enough!” Harry called out. “We need to find out what we are dealing with.” Draco dropped his wand and then yanked the figure on the ground to his feet.

“Right, who the fuck are you and what’s going on here?”

“Fuck you and your squibs! Voldemort will live again!” The man said and Draco held his wand to his neck.

“I know who you are! You’re one of the terrorists I’ve been searching for. I almost had you in Prague, you know. So I assume Raspodin is here as well?” Harry said to the man who wore a mask. When Draco got a good look at the man, he shuddered. He was wearing a Death Eater mask. Visions of the past, haunted Draco and for a moment he felt fear grip him.

“Why the fuck is he wearing a Death Eater mask, Potter?” Draco shouted in torment.

“The Wizengamot wanted to hush this all up. We found evidence recently, that Raspodin was leading what he calls a Second Reich. He wants to continue Voldemort’s work. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but due to your past with Voldemort, the chairman of the council decided you shouldn’t know,” Harry admitted, holding the cloaked,masked man by the shirt collar with his wand to his neck.

“I’m the Minister of Magic! Did you think that I might join forces with Raspodin? Is that why nobody bothered to tell me what was really going on?”

“Look, I’m sorry Malfoy! I just did what I was told. No, I didn’t think that, but some…well…Maybe some did. Hell, Lucius was Voldemort’s right hand man! And you… you carry the mark on your arm. Can you imagine the strength Raspodin would have with the British Minister of Magic behind him? I’m just saying, try to see it fro the councils point of view. I don’t agree with them though!”

Draco was furious. Here he stood in a maze, surrounded by Death Eater wannabee’s and all the people he thought were his friends, thought that he might return to his old ways. Nevermind all his years as am upstanding citizen. Nevermind all the equality laws he had passed. No, once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater it seemed.

“Did Hermione know about this?” Draco shouted in anger.

“We all knew Malfoy!” Ron said when Harry was reluctant to answer. “All the Gryffindor’s anyway,” he added with a mumble.

“It just came out Malfoy. That’s why I had this party, because we knew none of us would get to see our families. The Ministry is sending a team of aurors, fifty strong, to wipe out these Voldemort worshippers. I’m sure Hermione was going to tell you.”

“Fucking great! My own fucking wife is hiding things from me too?” Just then, Ginny and Hermione rounded the corner, out of breath. Hermione ran smack into Draco and was surprised to see his cold gray eyes staring daggers at her. Then came a familiar voice.

“I’m sorry…we…wanted to help but he caught us.”

“Er…me too,” came the second voice of Oliver Wood.

Draco,Hermione,Harry,Ginny and Ron, all stood with their backs to each other and their wands held out, to face the multitude of cloaked figures. They had three hostages and Draco lowered his wand when he saw who two of them were.

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