Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Broomsticks and the Wizards Gauntlet

Chapter 3

“What do I want? How about us on speaking terms, for starters,” Luke answered.

“Not gonna happen. Molly says I have to forget about you and find myself a nice boy who will be a good husband to me and a Father to Luke.”

Luke smiled at hearing her call the little toddler Luke.

“You call him Luke? Not Artie?” Drew blushed and the tips of her ears turned bright red. “It’s okay Drew. I think it’s rather sweet. Excuse me for interjecting my opinion, but Molly is full of shit. You should be going to school, not trying to find a husband. Besides, you’re beautiful, and I don’t think you’re going to have to look very far to find any number of boys who want to date you. Present company included.”

“How dare you! What is it; you want to get into my pants again, so we can have another baby together? Maybe with all your money, you could order one of your servants to bring us some champagne, just like old times Luke!”

That comment hurt and Luke clutched his chest to mimic his pain. Drew merely cast her look downwards.

“That isn’t how it happened and you know it Drew. I’m not here to rehash that nights events though. I just wanted us to start over.”

“What about all the letters that I wrote to you? I used to stand by the window, waiting for the post but not one letter…you couldn’t be bothered to send one damn letter even!” Drew huffed, shuffling her feet on the ground nervously.

“I should have written. It’s just…I’m not good with writing down my feelings. Every time I’d write something, it sounded stupid, so I threw it away and started over, but then that sounded lame too. I wanted to kiss you, and tell you how much I missed you.”

“Oh, I’ll bet you did. Molly says you were only out for one thing, and after you got it, you moved onto greener pastures.” Luke laughed at that. The irony of the situation was exceedingly hilarious. Luke Malfoy, virgin, laying pipe and then leaving the girl. Only problem was, he never made love to her, and then he never left her. She moved back to Britain with her father. Even more annoying, was that she was listening to the garble of an elderly woman, who probably hadn’t dated since before cauldrons were in use. Molly was filling Drew’s head with nonsense and Luke had no idea how to undo the damage, without completely alienating Drew by insulting her Grandmother. Luke opened his mouth to tell Drew that which he felt so strongly in his heart. He just needed to say it. He would tell her he loves her and then everything would go back to the way it was, except different. This was his hope. He opened his mouth to speak but was drowned out by Drew’s biting tongue.

“I’m going to Hogwarts again. I’m going to be in Gryffindor and I don’t want any problems. You don’t talk to me, and I don’t talk to you. You got that Luke Malfoy? I have a boyfriend too, and I expect you not to tell him that I have a child with you. I’ll tell him in my own time.”

STING

Luke was reeling. Drew had a boyfriend?

“You have a boyfriend? Who is it?”

“Don’t sound so surprised! Just because you don’t appreciate me, doesn’t mean other boys won’t. He’s older then you and cuter then you and funnier then you and everything you aren’t!”

DOUBLE STING

“You don’t have to worry about me telling your boyfriend anything, Drew! I want to see my son more often though.” Luke didn’t know what he was saying. She had completely leveled him. He wanted to hurt her back, yet he didn’t. He started to turn away in anger but something made him turn back.

“You told me you loved me! I said I loved you. I meant it!” Drew appeared dumbstruck, but she quickly recovered.

“It was clearly all lies.” She stomped off at that. “Tell Ginny I’ll be in the robes shop. I need new robes anyways.” Luke watched as Drew crossed the street and headed into the robes shop. They were in a little shopping mall area of London, devoted to all things witch and wizards. It was one of many new strip malls opening up. To muggle eyes, it was an abandoned parking lot, with weeds growing up between the cracked asphalt, but to witches and wizards, it was a luxurious mall with many cutting edge stores. Draco had even opened a potion shop to sell his product and Luke worked there part time on weekends. McGonagall had given him permission to leave the school since he was so far advanced in his classes and already knew how to apparrate, which was just as well since Luke didn’t really have any friends. It wasn’t because he was abnormal or strange. He had plenty of girls that wanted to be his friend, and more, and guys who looked up to him because he was smart and handsome and extremely organized and neat. His robes were always pressed and clean and his posture was impeccable. He would eventually become very successful in his own right, but for now, he was a man stuck in a teenager’s body. That’s how Luke felt about the matter. H waited for Ginny and thanked her for bringing Drew, even if hadn’t gone as planned and then Luke apparrated back to Serenity.

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Serenity was Draco and Hermione’s home. It was a tan brick castle nestled along a country road, just down the way from The Manor. It was said to have been formerly owned by a famous power couple. The witch had been a foreign dignitary, that fought for human rights and the wizard, was a former Minister of Magic from histories past. When Hermione heard this, she couldn’t wait to sign on the dotted line. It all fit, and she and Draco both adored the sweeping views of the rolling countrywide, so green and fresh, and the wrap around terrace, where the family usually took their morning breakfast. It had twenty bedrooms, a little too much for the Malfoy’s, but Luke felt Hermione was in denial over her wealth. After years of living off Draco’s money, she was just as posh as Narcissa. In fact, the two women got on splendidly.

“Luke is that you?” Hermione called out from the parlor. Her nose was buried in the Daily Prophet, while Draco helped Persephone put Scorpius to bed.

“Yeah, Mum it’s me. I’m a bit tired, so I thought I’d head off to bed.”

“Okay sweetie. Scorpius had a bit of an accident tonight. He injured his leg and will be missing this season of quidditch. He’s on a pain relieving potion, so if he seems rather odd, you know why.”

“Those pain reliving potions are highly addictive Mum. He shouldn’t be on them longer then a few days at most.”

“Yes, that’s what the Healer said as well. Luke…are you okay, son?”

Luke sighed and sat down across from Hermione.

“Mum, I want to go for joint custody. I talked to Drew, and well, she has a new boyfriend.”

“That’s wonderful Luke! I’m overjoyed that you have come to see my way of thinking on the matter of Lucius Jr.. Oh, and I’m sorry that Drew has somebody new. Other fish in the sea though, Luke. You can have any girl you want, though I hope you remember how much sex can complicate things. Best to wait for marriage.”

“I wanted Drew.”

“I know Luke, and I’m sorry. I want you to know that this could get ugly. Molly will fight us every step of the way.”

“I know. Just do it Mum. Now if you don’t mind, I’m exhausted.” Hermione nodded and said goodnight and Luke made his way upstairs. He plopped own in his bed, seething at thinking of another boy touching his girlfriend. The girl he loved and the girl he never made love to, despite wanting to, even still. He did want to hurt her. She couldn’t just cast him off, like he was nothing. Like their love meant nothing to her. She said she had lied when she said she loved him. Her cutting words, telling him this new boy was cuter and smarter and funnier, totally left him feeling emasculated. If she didn’t want to see him in school, then she would see him in court. Luke rolled over feeling slightly better at this prospect.

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“So, both babies are in bed. Jillian fell right out after you fed her. Scorpius on the other hand. Well, he said the strangest thing,” Draco said blushing.

Hermione folded the newspaper and smiled up at Draco.

“Oh, do tell? I hope it’s funny. I need a good laugh about now.” Hermione made her way over to Draco and straddled him. His hands naturally snaked up her shirt where he began rubbing her nipples. “Sore Draco. Still breast feeding, remember?”

“I know, that’s why I want them. They’re so damn big these days. I can’t keep my hands off them.” Hermione leaned down and kissed Draco on the neck.

“So anyways, Scorpius was challenging me to quidditch, while I was helping Persephone put him into bed. I told him that I would whoop his arse in his condition and to shut up and stop giving us such a hard time. Then he told me that he had the bigger pecker. I tried to ignore his senseless ranting, but he swore up and down that he had the bigger dick.”

“Are you asking me who has a bigger cock, you or Scorpius? It’s quite disturbing Draco. I’m his mother.” Hermione giggled and Draco scoffed.

“Of course I’m not asking you, that would be demented. I mean, my Father was bigger then me, so it’s natural for all father’s to be bigger then their son’s, right?” Hermione laughed hysterically and Draco blushed, and tried to hide his embarrassment.

“It doesn’t work quite that way Draco. Nevertheless, I think your cock is the best cock in the whole world. I’ve grown to love it.” Hermione couldn’t help laughing. She proceeded to unzip his fly, while Draco leaned back on the sofa and allowed her access.

“Yeah, but you haven’t been with anybody else but me. What if I do have a, you know, a small one?”

“Well, let me see.” Hermione stroked her fingers down his shaft and Draco shivered at her touch. She felt every inch of his gloriously big member and then she knelt between his legs.

“Draco, it’s big. I may not have experience with other men, but I know a big damn cock when I see one. You have nothing to worry about.” Hermione took his tip into her mouth and sucked. Her tongue flicked over his tip and she could taste the saltiness of his precum. She lapped at him and then plunged her head down over him and Draco moaned in his husky voice, his hands holding her face around the jaw line and his thumbs stroking the corners of her mouth as he watched his wife lovingly give him head.

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“Scorpius stop it! I’m not making love to you when you are in this condition,” Persephone slapped his hands away but he continued to grope her in bed.

“But, I love you and I need you Sapphire. Come on baby. I’m on fire. You’re killing me here!”

“Go to sleep Scorpius. Your leg is hurt and you shouldn’t be having sex anyway,” Persephone said, rolling over and feeling Scorpius’s hard on pressed against her lower back. A few minutes rolled by and his breathing became steady. She thought he was asleep, until he began kissing her neck while he spooned her.

“You could suck me off baby. I’m not going to get any sleep until I can relieve this stress,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath blowing on her neck so sensually, Persephone became aroused.

“You mean come. You can’t sleep until you come. Let’s stop calling it stress. You used that one all last season, before every quidditch game, Scorpious. I’m older now and I’m not falling for your tactics anymore,” Persephone giggled and Scorpius ground his cock into her back.

“Ow! You’re stabbing me with that thing.” Persephone was smiling as she playfully closed her eyes and pretended to ignore her husband.

“Please, baby.” Scorpius said it so pathetically, that she finally caved.

“Alright, but I need a glass of water first. I’ll be right back.” She left the bedroom. Scorpius mumbled for her to hurry up.

She padded down the hall and scaled the wide staircase, but as she passed by the parlor, headed for the kitchen, she stopped short. Her eyes grew wide when she saw Scorpius’s mother kneeling in front of an extremely sexy and in the midst of coming, Draco. She knew she shouldn’t be watching, but she was too entranced by the act, to turn away. Hermione was moving her head in such a way that Persephone had never tried before. Her tongue was doing things that she had never even thought of and she found herself taking crib notes on how to please her man. Draco was moaning loudly now and Hermione was plunging her whole head down over his length. Persephone snapped out of it when she realized she was standing there in plain sight. She ran back up the stairs, closing the door to she and Scorpius’s bedroom and running into the bathroom where she took a big gulp of water from the faucet.

“Took you long enough.”

“You idiot. Your father is bigger then you,” Persephone said with a snicker. She knew Scorpius wouldn’t even remember anything in the morning and she couldn’t keep what she saw to herself.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your dicks. He’s bigger. Oh don’t worry, your cock is big too. I walked in on your Mum, sucking your dad off.”

“I don’t want to know! Now look what you did.” Scorpius pointed downwards to his still thick hard on and Persephone looked up confused.

“Okay I’m still hard but up here, I’m all messed up.” Scorpius pointed to his head-- the thinking one. Well, in his state, neither were thinking.

“Oh shut up and lie back, you lush. I want to try something.” Persephone took him into her mouth and mimicked what she saw Hermione doing. Two minutes later,Scorpius came harder then she had ever made him come, his shouts loud enough to wake the sleeping Jillian in the next room. Thankfully, the little tike was a deep sleeper. Persephone flopped down on the bed and covered her sleeping Prince up. She felt extremely pleased with herself. She wondered if she should thank Hermione. She slapped herself in the face at such a thought. Stupid. Stupid.Stupid.

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“That was great Hermione. You’ve never done that before.”

“You liked that? Thought I’d try something different this time.”

“Are you sure you aren’t cheating on me?”

“Draco…That really hurts.”

“I’m sorry. Bad joke. But I do want to know what you were doing at Potter’s house.”

SHIT! Hermione thought to herself. She thought she was in the clear.

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