Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomstick’s and The Big Apple

Chapter Four

Dinner was pleasant enough. Draco and Hermione had played the dutiful parents, without any awkward silences. Both kept their conversations geared towards the boys. After dinner, they had gone home to open presents. Draco still had not acknowledged their fight or the climactic sex he had had in the The Wandless Soldier with the fabricated alterego of Hermione’s, Natasha Novikov. It was a bit bizarre for Hermione. Were they not going to talk about the fight? About the incredibly hot sex? Draco was sitting in between Scorpius and Luke playing a muggle video game. Cars raced and zoomed down the highway on the television screen. Draco looked enthralled with the muggle invention and was racing Scorpius around the track, while Luke studied some of the science books Hermione had given to him for his birthday.

“Luke, did you check out your bedroom?” Draco said as Hermione cleaned up the kitchen of the penthouse. She had bought an ice cream cake for dessert and had bewitched the candles with her wand so that the cake exploded with a birthday song tailored just for Scorpius and Luke.

“Bit busy reading, Dad,” Luke said. Draco clamped his hand around the book Luke was engrossed in and looked him in the eye.

“I said, did you check out your room yet?” Luke then realized what Draco was hinting at. The boy hurried to his room where his screams could be heard, echoing through the penthouse.

“I love you Dad! And Mum!” Luke sounded overjoyed.

“What did you get him Draco?” Hermione stood between Draco and the television but he just leaned over on the couch, in order to see his car careening over a cliff into a lake. It was clear that Draco had no intention of talking to Hermione, so she threw her hands in the air and padded down the hall to Luke’s room. A pretty, red bow sat atop a plasm screen computer monitor. Luke was already hooked into the internet and was surfing the net.

“I still don’t get why these are so popular. I mean, nothing beats the feel of hardback book in your hand. Stroking the spine of the book, the feel of the pages between your fingers,” Hermione said and then broke off when she realized that Luke was staring at her, like she was from outer space. Hermione excused herself to her bedroom, but not before telling everyone that school started tomorrow and they should get to bed . Once inside the bedroom she began to ponder, just why it was that she was she getting wet thinking about books? She had almost crossed the line in front of her son, with visions of Draco in his Hogwarts robes, ploughing into her, up against a bookcase in the restricted section of the library. What was Draco doing to her? His cold aloofness at home and his hot fire when she was Natasha, were messing with her mind. She wanted her husband. She thought about just begging for forgiveness and throwing herself at Draco, right there and then, but she couldn’t do that. She had said he was prissy. She called him conceited and put down everything he stood for, all over a blasted cigarette. Now what was she going to do? She was wetter then a Seattle downpour and she needed release.

She found herself opening the hidden panel in the wall and scaling the stairs once again, to the roof. She felt so alive up there with the city at her feet. She lay down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. It was soft and padded and Hermione wriggled around in the chair for a few minutes before her hand finally found its way to her nether region.

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“So, I have a surprise for you too. Go ahead and open it.” Draco handed Scorpius a large package with an elegant red bow around it. Scorpius opened it and pulled the royal blue quidditch uniform and robes from the box. He liked the color even better then his green one back at Hogwarts, when he played Seeker for Slytherin House.

“I don’t get it Dad?”

“I had an owl on my desk today from the Quidditch director at Westwich. Says he saw you play when he was visiting Britain last year. He was impressed. He had these sent over to my office today. I added some new pads and there is something else in the box that I think you missed.” Draco smiled at the joy and happiness on his oldest son’s face. He had gotten Scorpius one of the new Firebolt’s. Scorpius howled in delight at receiving the new Firebolt. He loved his old Firebolt, but this is the exact broom he had his eye on. He didn’t think he would ever give up on the Firebolt line of brooms, even though he had greatly enjoyed riding on Sarena’s Stingray.

Draco walked into the Luke’s bedroom at this and kissed his son on the head.

“Now, don’t forget that there are other things in the world besides computers and school work Luke. I’d like to see you branch out his year and make a few friends. I worry about how much time you spend alone lately. Maybe you and I should go do something together sometime. Would you like that?” Draco had noticed that Luke had become slightly withdrawn as of late. He figured it was just the age and awkwardness of going through puberty and the move and all. Hermione had mentioned to him several times that Luke was just flexing his superior brain and thirsting for knowledge, but Draco worried it was more. “Let’s get to bed soon, okay. Big day tomorrow.” Draco quietly left the studious boy, who barely said two words to Draco, but did thank him for the awesome gift. He gulped and then pushed through he and Hermione’s bedchamber. He knew it wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. They would have to address the rude things they said to each other, and didn’t mean, but it had to be done sooner or later. He needed his marriage on solid ground. It was his driving force and the very thing that held everything together and without it, none of it made sense.

He immediately noticed that Hermione was not in the bedchamber. That’s when Draco noticed the hidden panel in the wall opened. He stepped quietly through the passage and made his way to the roof. There laying so seductively, that Draco’s cock immediately sprang to attention, was Hermione, with three fingers shoved deeply inside herself. She was moaning Draco’s name and fucking herself with one hand, while the other was massaging her breasts. Draco watched eagerly, unsure as to what he was supposed to do. Should he go to her and take her, or would she get angry with him for catching her and possibly go for the jugular. Draco didn’t feel like hearing any more of her insults, and he just wasn’t sure that his ego could take it. Her fingers were glazed with her own sweet juices and he wanted to bury his head in that sweet pussy and lick it up. Draco leaned his back against the building and shoved his hand down his pants. There, watching his beautiful wife pleasure herself, Draco found himself wanking to the spectacular vision before him. His hand stroked his length, squeezing tightly onto his manhood. He rubbed and stroked, while Hermione drilled her self with her fingers, all the while calling out Draco’s name. Draco came, his conclusion occurring right around the time Hermione came, her voice echoing into the night as she screamed out his name. He slinked silently down the steps and back into the penthouse, with his own seed covering his belly and fingers. He dropped his clothes and stepped into the shower and let he hot water run down his lean muscular body. He heard Hermione open the door a few moments later. He ignored her and continued to lather his body up.

“Draco, I know you’re in there.” Silence. Draco was contemplating what he should say. He wanted an apology, but also knew he owed her one too. He was about to draw the curtain back to say something, but then he heard Hermione huff and slam the door to the bathroom. He would be sleeping on the sofa yet again.

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Draco left early, after waking both of his boys up for school and wishing them luck. He lit his morning cigarette and strolled down the cobblestone walk on The Strip. Something caught his eye. A store called Glamours. He never played with glamour charms, because, well, he was already perfection. He had no need to enhance or tweak or tuck or tighten, like some witches and wizards. However, he had an idea, and a brilliant idea at that. He and Hermione weren’t speaking, but they still were able to enjoy having sex with each other, as they had proved at the restaurant. Draco stepped into the store and was astounded to see so many costumes and promises of miraculous magic.

“So how long do the glamour charms work?” Draco asked the sales clerk, a frail looking homely witch with a hooknose. He thought it odd that she worked in a Galmour charms and costumes outlet, but that she obviously hadn’t thought enough to apply some of the product to herself.

“All of our glamours come with a single word backdoor that will end the spell immediately. It gives our customers the privacy they need, and the ability to change quickly as the situation calls for. Can I be of help to you ? Something you had in mind?”

“Yes actually. My wife says I am prissy,” Draco whispered under his breath. “So I want the manliest costume that you have and I’m going to fuck her till she can’t stand. Pardon my French, but I am.” Draco laughed.

“I see. I think your wife need’s her eyes checked. But, I will help you find what it is you need.”

The clerk showed Draco around the store. There were glamour’s and matching costumes of Thor and Merlin and even one of Dumbledore. Draco shivered when he saw that one. They were all just too over the top.

“You don’t have one of me do you? I’d have some serious problems with you, if you did,” Draco asked. The clerk smiled and assured Draco that they weren’t allowed to sell any living glamours of living witches or wizards, for obvious reasons. “Good then. I don’t think you have what I’m looking for though. Thanks for your time.” Draco began to leave. He just couldn’t see Hermione liking any of those bulging muscle men. It was a thought, but he would just have to buck up the courage to talk to her about their fight instead.

“Wait, Sir! What about this one? It isn’t one I’ve ever sold, but it’s pretty special.” The clerk showed him the costume first and Draco raised an eyebrow. Once the clerk told Draco who this glamour character was, Draco immediately slapped a small pouch of gold galleons down on the counter. He was given the password, and given a small parchment that contained all the incantations he needed to cast the transformation spell over himself. The accent he was certain he could do on his own.

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“Over here Scorpius!” Scorpius stood in the main dining hall of Westwitch Academy, looking at the multitudes of students, all wearing their uniforms. Scorpius already hated his new uniform. It was itchy and annoying and in his nervous state, he had tied his own tie way too tight. He loosened it and swaggered over to Serena. She was giggling with a group of girls at the seventh year table.

“Hey Serena, nice to see ya again,” Scorpius said coolly.

“This is Scorpius Malfoy, meet everyone. Everyone, meet Scorpius Malfoy.”

“Malfoy? Are you related to the Minister of Magic,Draco Malfoy?” A tall boy with a face like a hatchet said and Scorpius smiled. Maybe this was going to be easier then he thought.

“Yeah, that’s my Dad,” Scorpius said proudly.

“My Father is one of the American Minister’s. He says your Father coming here will be trouble. Apparently his Father is the one who banned House Elves in Britain,” the boy said in an arrogant voice. He was taller then Scorpius and even more built. Scorpius narrowed his eyes at the seventh year boy.

“He didn’t ban them. They just are paid a wage now. He freed them from bondage. It was noble.”

“Noble? Stupid, if you ask me. Your Dad has a bleeding heart. My Father says he is trying to be like the common man. Tell me, do you have vagrants home to dine with you to?” The boy said with a snigger.

“Don’t mind him Scorpius. Everyone knows Damien Stratton is a stuck-up, pompous blueblood,” Sarena said scooting over so Scorpius could sit down.

“My names Daniel. So what school did you attend before here?” This time a freckled face boy spoke, with a friendly tone and demeanor.

“Hogwarts.”

“How come you left?” The boy asked while shoving a slice of cantaloupe into his mouth.

“I…was kicked out,” Scorpius said.

“No way! For what?”

“It’s not important really. So when does Quidditch start around here?” Scorpius was eager to get back out onto the field before his skills became rusty.

“What do you care? You won’t be seeing any field time. Your first year you will be riding the bench, Malfoy,” Damien Stratton said. A seventh year girl suddenly plopped down in Damien’s lap and proceeded to slide her tongue into his mouth. Scorpius turned away in disgust. How could any girl slide her tongue into that mouth.

“That’s not what the Quidditch Director told my dad,” Scorpius said flatly.

“What position do you play Malfoy?” The boy said breaking off his kiss with the girl whose uniform was entirely too tight and too skimpy. She even had her skirt rolled down so that several inches of belly was showing and several more inches of skin under her belly button was revealed.

“Seeker.”

“Me too. And I’m a seventh year. Judging by your uniform, you are only a fifth year. Seniority…what is it you Poms say? Wanker? Is that because you like to do a lot of wanking?” Damien laughed great belly laughs and a few of the other students at the table laughed with him.

“Scorpius. Mum wanted to see us in her classroom before school starts. She said you forgot your wand.” Luke had approached Scorpius. Luke couldn’t have picked worse timing.

“Better run to Mummy, pretty boy. Fucking albino. Do you use glamour’s on your hair, or is it naturally that gay shade of blond?” Scorpius wanted to hex the stupid git right on the spot, but he ignored him and started away with Luke.

“Don’t forget to ask Mummy to polish your wand for you!” Damien shot back and the table of seventh year students, roared with laughter, all but Sarena and a couple of her circle of friends, who looked humiliated for Scorpius. Scorpius charged at the boy now and lunged in his face.

“I hit someone with an Unforgivable curse in school. That’s why I got kicked out of Hogwarts! Best you remember that Damien Stratton. Enjoy riding the bench, because it’s the only thing you will be riding this year! And get some glasses!” Scorpius said to the slutty student sitting next to Damien. “I’m the best Seeker there is you piece of shite!” A collective sigh was heard and the whole table quieted down when they heard what Scorpius did to be kicked out of Hogwarts. He hadn’t intended to let that particular information out of the bag, but it was out now, and there was nothing he could do about it. He left with Luke as they headed for Hermione’s classroom to retrieve his wand, and then onto their classes.

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The day was going smoothly thus far. Her first two classes had gone swimmingly well. There was a light knock on her classroom and Hermione flicked her wand, the door opening. A tall, dark and handsome Professor walked through the door.

“Welcome to Westwitch. I’m the History of Magic Professor, Neil Masterson, nice to meet your acquaintance.” He stuck out his hand in friendly fashion and Hermione shook it. He had a strong grip that Hermione noticed right away.

“Thank you. I haven’t had the opportunity to meet any of the other Professor’s yet, so I really appreciate you stopping by.”

“Do you have this bell off? This is my free period too,” Neil said.

“Yes I do.”I thought I would read through my students essays, in hopes of learning a little more about them, before my next class begins.” Hermione sat down at her desk and straightened the stack of parchment on her desk.

“Strict teacher? Essay on the first day of school?” The man smiled warmly. Hermione thought she sensed something familiar about him, but perhaps it was just his friendly nature.

“I believe in hard work and diligence, yes.”

“I was just teasing you. I wish I had thought of doing that. Perhaps I will make my last class do it for all the other classes as well as for themselves. I don’t want everyone fearing Professor Malfoy, and not myself. They are liable to walk allover me.” Hermione laughed.

“My sons have your class. Both Scorpius and Lucius. Do let me know if they get out of hand.”

“Ahh, do I sense worry in your voice?”

“Not at all. Well, maybe just a little.”

“I had a delightful conversation with Scorpius today, about The Crusades and the impact it had on our culture. He’s extremely bright. I don’t foresee him being a problem. Is it Lucius that worries you?”

“Luke? No, never. Scorpius was the one that I worried could be a little much for his Professor’s to handle.” The Professor looked shocked and Hermione was surprised, though she did know that Magical theory and history were Scorpius’s best subjects, because the subjects interested him. He was not a slouch by any means. Scorpius was bright, possibly as bight as Luke, but he just didn’t care about school. If he cared about all of his subjects half as much as he cared about girls and quidditch, then he would have top marks.

“Luke didn’t say much, but he turned his paper in quickly and it was acceptable, even above acceptable. You have two fine boys Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Please, call me Hermione.” There was another knock at her door and Hermione got up this time to answer it.

“Well, I will be going. I too have some work that needs done. Preparations for tomorrow’s lesson. Perhaps we could spend some time together, as coworkers of course? Since we both have the period off, we could become friends,” Neil said heading towards the door, his steps matching Hermione’s as they closed in on the door.

“That would be nice,” Hermione said, feeling at ease. Neil left and Hermione opened the door to find a man with long brown hair, a fancy suit that looked like it was made centuries ago, out of the finest caliber material known to man. He wore round, blue tinted spectacles and had a neatly trimmed goatee. The man stared at the Professor, as he waved and left. He then turned his attention on Hermione.

“I wondered if her lady would be so kind as to help a lost a soul, Mademoiselle?”

“Uhhh, if I can, certainly.” Hermione felt butterflies swimming in her stomach when the man spoke in that sexy, French accent.

“I was to have a conference with my son’s Professor today. This castle is so very big though, and I am but one man. I fear I may have missed the meeting.” Hermione gulped as the man stepped closer to her. She backed up and he moved closer yet again.

“Which class…was…it?” Hermione could barely remember what she was saying. The man was handsome, god was he handsome. He smelled better than a rare fine wine.

“Charms. My son is not so very good at Charms.”

“Charms. You see, I am new here as well.” Hermione walked to her desk. She had to get away from this intoxicating man. She felt him looming over her, behind her now, as she stood at the front of her desk. She turned and knocked the quill bottle of ink over. He was only a nose away from her.

“Oh, no! I can’t believe I did that.” Hermione shuddered, her nervous hands shaking.

“Let me,” the man said leaning over her now, so his head was almost on her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her neck while he picked up the ink bottle and laid it gently on her desk. He flicked his wand and the mess was gone. With his hands on the desk behind her, he now had her trapped between himself and the desk.

“Ses yeux permettent au soleil de briller par,” He whispered in her ear.

“Her eyes allow the sun to shine through,” Hermione translated. “That’s beautiful. Are you a poet?”

“Yes.” His lips were on her neck now. Hermione placed her hands on his hard chest and pushed him back.

“Allow me, please Mademoiselle. I fear I have found my muse. I must taste those exquisite lips, if only once. I am drunk on the beauty of your lips.”

“No, Missur, I am married. You mustn’t ask this of me. I will find someone to show you where the Charms classroom is. Remember you had a meeting?” Hermione tried to get away but he captured her lips.

“I know these lips. This kiss. The fire in this kiss. Draco…Oh Draco. God, I love you,” Hermione thought to herself. She threw her arms around the man and kissed him long and hard. Their tongues met and even though Draco was trying his best to throw her off by kissing differently, she could never mistake her husbands kiss. She knew this lips better then she knew her own heart. She almost cried, she needed him so bad. He hadn’t spoken to her in so long and she had worried that he was having second thoughts about their marriage, but here he was dressed as a French poet. He loved her still. Hermione ran her hands up and down the man’s chest at this. She opened her eyes and saw his eyes flitting opened and closed. He hadn’t changed his eye color, which was probably why he wore the tinted spectacles, and now she could see the sparkling silver iris’s, that were unique to Draco. She loved him so much. He was her heart, now and always.

“I must go now,” he pulled away from the kiss, a noticeable bulge in his trousers.

“No. Stay…I need more of your kiss. Please, Missur.”

Review!?

So, I don’t speak French. I used an online translator, so if it’s wrong, that's why. Please let me know if you are reading this story and like it! Thanks for the reviews! Woohooo I love them! To Snapefan,..Yes, in the last chapter, Draco knew it was Hermione from the second she strolled up to the table. I think I wrote that he smirked when he saw her. That was the small clue. hehe