Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Broomsticks and Bedfellows


Chapter Five
(warning: This is a difficult chapter)


With the help of Harry Potter, Draco was able to get the Aurors off his back. Narcissa had tended to Hermione and Scorpius, taking them upstairs for a bath and a nap, while Draco handled the business at hand downstairs at The Manor. A healer from St. Mungo’s was called in to heal the wounds on Draco’s face. When the doorbell rang Draco reluctantly answered it. Standing at the door was none other then the redhead Ginny Weasley and Hermione’s best friend, about the last person Draco expected to see.

“Ginny? Why are you here?”

“I’m here to heal you. Didn’t Harry tell you?” Ginny came into the Manor and gazed around at the lavish home of her best friend.

“He didn’t, no. I thought you and Harry were trying for a baby and that you quit your healer training?” Draco said politely. He really didn’t care about Ginny and her career choices right now. He wanted to find Lucius. He had conveniently disappeared when the Aurors popped in. They tended to make him nervous, and rightfully so. After the War Lucius had been called in four times a week minimum, each time a Death Eater was brought to trial. In the end, they couldn’t get the Azkaban sentence they wanted for Draco’s father, though he did pay staggering amounts of galleons in reparations. Draco knew he would surface sooner or later with the Aurors departure, he just had to wait it out, and patience was not a virtue a Slytherin like Draco Malfoy naturally possessed.

“Yes, well after the whole mess with you and Harry and Hermione, we got into a bit of a fight and I put our baby plans on hold. To be honest he and I aren’t getting along at all. But enough of that. Bird attack?” Draco nodded.

“Nasty cut. Animagus?” Draco nodded again.

“I need you to lay down Draco. Couch good?” Draco walked to the sitting room and plopped down on the sofa. Ginny crawled up next to him in a position that made Draco feel slightly uncomfortable. “The animagus didn’t have any kind of potion on his talons or beak did it?”

“Honestly Ginny, I don’t know. If we could hurry this along. I need to check on mother and Hermione upstairs, and then I have business to tend to.”

“Oh chill out Malfoy. Have you looked in the mirror? I should be the first person you want to see. Can’t have the Minister of Magic looking hideous, now can we?” This alarmed Draco and he stood quickly to look into the mirror. His face was covered in blood. The bird that was Nathaniel, had taken a chunk of skin from his cheek. His face looked like it had been through a butcher’s meat grinder. He quickly sat back down on the sofa.

“Right…uhhh…yeah, let’s fix my face. You do know what you are doing, don’t you?” Draco had to ask. Ginny had trained at so many things since the War. For a while she had worked at the Ministry and then she attended DPU where she wanted to be a muggle carnival entertainer. Apparently, healer was the last job she had attempted before marrying Harry Potter and retiring to have babies.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you say that. Close your eyes.” Ginny raised her wand and performed a healing charm. The blood disappeared. “So, is Hermione alright? I’ve been so worried about her.”

“No, she isn’t alright. I wish I had better news, but this fucker is taking over her mind whenever he wants. I tried to kill the goddamn piece of shit today but even the mother fucking killing curse doesn’t work on him. He said I’d have to kill Hermione to get rid of him.”

“Whoa….you are so tense. He’s a big piece of shit. I’m really sorry Malfoy. Harry doesn’t understand why you don’t want Hermione working on this case. He thinks it would empower her to help you, but I agree with you. Hermione doesn’t need to be anywhere near this bastard. We got in a huge fight over it. He said that I was not thinking straight, and that I was agreeing with a chauvinist. That being you Malfoy. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, but we got in such a big fight over it that I went back to work. I said, well how would you like it if I went back to work and forgot all about having your child Harry? He said, fine nobody is stopping you. I was just trying to point out the fact that he was complaining about you not including Hermione in the case, when his own wife had quit her job to have a family. It was hypocritical. That’s when he told me to forget about having his kid. So, I went back to St. Mungo’s, and now here I am fixing your beautiful face. There, all better. Good as new. Draco Malfoy, Minister of Magic is once again the hottest wizard alive.”

Swept up by Ginny’s support of him during an extremely difficult period in his life, and flattered by the compliment she had just laid at his doorstep, and Draco and the close proximity of Ginny to him, in that she was sitting almost straddling him on the sofa while she healed his wounds, Draco found himself in a predicament. He put a hand behind her neck and Ginny stiffened.

“Stop me Ginny. I’m about to kiss you. Please stop me.”

Draco put his other hand through her long red hair and then Ginny’s hands were caressing his face and a moment later, his lips crashed down on hers. She was rigid at first and then she melted under his passion. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his body and then she was being slammed into the wall as he drove his tongue into her mouth. He carried her into the dining room where he swept his arm across the Malfoy family dinner table, knocking all the dishes onto the floor and laying Ginny Potter down on the table where he crawled on top of her. His hands were snaking their way up her shirt as Ginny moaned into his ear. Her hands were massaging his hair lusciously as she sucked his tongue in her mouth. He fumbled with his pants unbuckling them while his other hand roughly tore Ginny’s panties away, sliding her skirt up around her waist.

“Oh God Draco, you’re so hot.”

At her words, Draco realized what he was doing. He kissed her deeply once more and then the guilt swept over him like a hurricane of remorse. He pulled back and tugged her skirt back down, helping her to her feet. Ginny’s face was flushed and her hair mussed.

“I’m sorry I did that to you,” Draco said.

“No, don’t be. It was just as much my fault. I wanted it too. This fight with Harry has me so messed up. Don’t blame yourself. You are going through so much right now. I know you want Hermione back the way she was. It’s going to all be alright Draco.”

Ginny wrapped a comforting arm around Draco and kissed him on the cheek. It was the kind of kiss that a mother might give their heartbroken little boy. Ginny turned to leave when she was startled to see Hermione standing in the doorway to the dining room.

“I heard the dishes break and I thought he came back.” She had tears in her eyes and then she walked away with a shocked look on her face.

“Jesus Malfoy, how long was she standing there?” Ginny said to Draco.

“She saw it. How in the hell am I going to look at her after this.” Draco stood on his feet and bolted after Hermione when he heard the front door slam.

He ran down the driveway after her but she was running as fast as her legs would carry her. He could hear her wails as she ran. She reached the wrought iron gate at the end of the long driveway and closed it behind her just as Draco crashed into the gate.

“Stop, Hermione! You have to stop and listen to me.”

“No. No, you don’t get to talk to me! Do you get it? I loved you with everything in my heart and you broke my heart today! You broke it! You don’t get to ever talk to me again. Just leave me alone,” she ran down the country road, crying and smacking the branches of trees away that smacked her in the face alongside the small road outside the Manor. She cut across a field of wildflowers and just kept running. How could her husband and her best friend do what they did with each other! It was as if her heart stopped beating and the more she ran the more she could feel that she wasn’t dead inside. But she was dead inside.

“Hermione stop! God, please stop. Just let me explain. I’m so sorry baby, I love you. I love you, Hermione just stop for a minute. Please!” Draco ran faster, his shirt unbuttoned and flapping in the summer breeze as he chased his wife through the tall weeds. He was starting to gain some ground on her. He called her once more as he got closer but she wouldn’t look back. She wouldn’t stop, so he did the only thing he could do. He tackled her in a patch of wild daisies.

“Listen, Hermione!”

“Get away from me! Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I hate you! I hate you Draco Malfoy!” Hermione kicked him hard in the groin and Draco doubled over. She tried to get away while he was curled up in the fetal position, moaning in pain, but he grabbed her leg, and tightened his grip, not allowing her to leave. When he had recovered from her well-aimed kick, he straddled her, just like the day in the yard at the Weasley’s when they had fought over him telling her he loved her for the first time. She slapped him as hard as she could across the face and he just held her gaze. He knew he deserved it. She did it again and then again, as she screamed out how much she hated him. He pushed himself on her though, forcing his lips onto hers and she bit his bottom lip and struggled against him.

“I’m not letting you go Hermione Malfoy. I won’t let you go until we’ve talked.”

“Get off me Malfoy, so help me god! You bastard! How could you?”

“I’m sorry Hermione. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m going to ask for it anyway. I love you more than life itself. I don’t want another woman. What happened with Ginny was wrong and we were both victims of circumstance. You don’t have to believe me, but I stopped it before it went any further and it will never, ever happen again. I love my wife with everything I have and everything I am. I love you Hermione Malfoy. I’m sorry.”

“Are you done now? Let me go!” Draco pinned her arms above her head and kissed her hard on the mouth again. He kissed her and kissed her until finally she opened her mouth and kissed him back, with tears streaming from her eyes. She wanted to hate him, to curse him, to hex him into oblivion but she loved this man more than anything. He was her Dragon, her Draco, her Malfoy and she needed him. She reached down and roughly unbuckled his pants, finding his cock and stroking it roughly until it throbbed in her hand. He raised her skirt, tore her panties clean off and buried himself into her moist heat. His cock slid into her and then he thrust into her hard, holding her face in his hands, tears rolling down Draco’s cheeks. He had almost lost her because of his own dumb mistake. He was worthless trash for what he’d done to his wife with her best friend, but she was kissing him now. He swore that day he would never fuck up like that again. He didn’t deserve Hermione, but he wanted her so badly and he shoved his cock deep into her wetness and cried harder when she moaned loudly in his ear, his tears soaking her neck. He was fucking her hard and rough the way she needed it in a field of daisies on a warm summer’s day.

“I love you Hermione. I want you so bad. God..Ohh…god you’re beautiful,” Draco slammed into her with force, Hermione’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she moaned again and again into his ear.

“If you ever do that again, I’ll kill you Malfoy. Do you hear me? Now fuck me with everything you’ve got.”

He raised himself onto the balls of his hands and threw Hermione’s legs over his shoulders and nailed her as hard and deep as he possibly could. Her breath was sucked away as he drove into her time and again, their moans becoming one voice, together, screaming each other’s names with force and gusto, her hands in his soft platinum hair. They made love for the rest of the afternoon, their bodies intertwined in a lascivious embrace in the blazing heat. Hermione lost count of the mind blowing orgasms she received. Draco’s kisses were soft and sweet, with his head on her bare chest, Hermione knew she could never get this man out of her heart and out of her head, but what he did hurt her immeasurably and it wasn’t just going to go away because they made love like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. She knew the future would be difficult, in getting past this indiscretion, but she also knew that she loved this man and she was not going to give up on him. He had saved her life numerous times and there was no way she could just walk away from him. He was her heart. They had a beautiful son that they both loved more than life itself.

“I love you forever Hermione. I want you to help me with this case. Harry Potter was right. We have to beat Nathaniel together.”

“Draco? I don’t feel him there anymore. When I got mad…I think it forced him out of me. I don’t feel him there anymore. He’s gone! Draco he’s gone!” Draco kissed her tenderly now, running his tongue over her lips and sucking the sweet silky skin on her neck. This was great news and he just wanted to melt into her and never come up for air. Nathaniel had not been able to stay inside Hermione;s mind when she experienced rage. Now they could fight him with everything they had and not have to worry about Hermione getting hurt in the process. She suddenly remembered that Nathaniel had said that he didn’t like males minds, because they were too aggressive. This started her thinking.

“We are going to get him together my love.”

Review!?
Lot’s coming up still. Lucius conversation and Draco is going to have to go to Azkaban to employ the help of someone who knows Nathaniel better then anybody else. Just a clue since this chapter was short. I just couldn’t combine the other stuff with this chapter though, so I had to cut it off where I did. I am writing an original book right now plus another Dramione fic so the only way I know which story to update is by reviews. By the reviews, I will decide which chapter to put up. Thanks for reading my story  I know this one is intense and hard at times but it has to be that way.

I owe Toni Braxton’s Unbreak My Heart for the inspiration of this difficult chapter to write. Don’t like it? Blame Toni Braxton lol