Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomstick’s and The Big Apple

Chapter 5

“But what about your husband?”

“What about him? Kiss me. I need more,” Hermione said pulling Draco towards her.

“Another time Mademoiselle. I do have that meeting…. Your lips were sweeter then wine. I thank you,” Draco stumbled backwards. He had to get away from Hermione. He wanted to either kill someone, or get sick. As soon as he got outside the school he apparrated back to the penthouse. He said the magic word and the French poet disappeared. He stood in the kitchen with the water running, hanging his head over the sink, trying in earnest not to vomit. How could Hermione throw herself at this strange man like she did? Did Draco mean nothing to her? He opened the cupboard and pulled out a wine glass. He poured himself a glass of merlot and guzzled it down. When he was done, he threw the glass against their bedroom door and watched it smash into a thousand pieces. Draco ran to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. He thought maybe he could catch a glimpse of just what it was about him that was intent on damaging his marriage. All he could see though, were the panes of broken glass that were his eyes, staring back at him. He peeled his clothing off and stood naked, staring at the Dark Mark on his arm. Had Hermione finally realized that she could have any man that she wanted? She kissed the French man with so much raw power, that he could literally feel her magic coursing through her veins. He wanted her to kiss him like that. Draco stepped into the shower and screamed out from his core as he sunk in the tub.

“Fuck!” He couldn’t live knowing that his wife had kissed another man willingly. He couldn’t live knowing that Hermione didn’t love him anymore. Somehow, he managed to turn the water off and crawl into bed. He was so upset; he couldn’t ever remember having a meltdown like this. He wrapped himself in the sheets and fell off into a restless slumber.

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Hermione had made sure that Scorpius and Luke were both settled in their bunks. Westwitch Academy was much different in terms of living in at school, then Hogwarts had been. The kids stayed at school, though they didn’t have to, from Monday through Friday, but on the weekends they had the choice of staying or going home. Hermione had told Scorpius and Luke to stay for the first week, just to get used to the new school, but after the first week, they could come home or choose to live in the dorms, whichever they preferred. Luke put up a fuss, but Scorpius just mumbled and said goodbye to his mother. Hermione organized her classwork and then left for the penthouse.

When she arrived, she immediately noticed the broken wine glass lying shattered on the floor. She cleaned it up and then opened the door to the bedchamber. Draco was covered from the waist down, with a soft, silk sheet. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she beheld the vision of beauty that Draco was. He was perfect. He was everything she had ever asked for in a man and she loved him dearly. She much preferred this look, to the handsome French man he had become, for her. Hermione slipped out of her clothes, quietly as not to wake him. She crawled into bed with her husband and snuggled under his arm. Like a reflex, Draco pulled her closer to him, his arms and legs entwining themselves in hers.

“I love you Draco. I don’t want to fight anymore,” Hermione said nuzzling her face against her man’s chest. “I love you so very much, my dragon.” Draco opened his eyes and realized that Hermione was in bed with him. He didn’t know how to respond. She kissed another man, only hours ago and now she was going to lay here and lie to Draco about how much she loved him? I mean, she kissed him, but she didn’t know it was him. For all she knew, she was kissing a stranger with a French accent. Had this happened before? Draco sat up on the bed, deciding if he was going to flip her over and fuck her, or get up, when he felt Hermione’s hands stroking his back. “Come on baby, come lay with me. We need to talk. There are things I need to tell you. Draco, this can’t go on anymore. Come on honey, lay with me a while,” Hermione said kissing his back.

“I can’t. I didn’t mean for lunch to run this long. I must have fallen asleep. I have to go.” Draco grabbed his clothes and left.He felt better once he was in the safe confines of his office. What in the hell was going on in his marriage these days? He had no idea anymore. Hermione seemed sincere, yet she kissed the French wizard without any remorse.

“Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy? I’ve been standing here for five minutes calling your name. Is everything okay?” Prunella Primstone, his secretary, was standing in his doorway with a stack of parchments in her hand.

“I’m sorry Prunella…It’s been a rather interesting day. Can I help you with something?”

“Yes, sir. These all need signed.” Prunella pushed a stack of parchment over to Draco. “This stack needs approval and this last stack are correspondences from people that I know you don’t want to talk to. Essentially this is the ‘No’ pile.”

“Thanks, Prunella. Leave them and I’ll take care of it.”

“Sir? Usually you yell at me when I hand you the “No” pile.” Prunella looked at her boss strangely.

“I do that to you? I’m really sorry. Take the day off and go buy yourself something nice.”

“Sir? Are you feeling okay?” Prunella slid a hand across Draco’s forehead to check him for fever.

“Prunella, do you have a husband or a family?” Draco asked leaning back in his expensive leather chair.

“Umm, yes. I mean, it’s just myself and my husband Wallace. Can I get you a cup of tea or anything, Sir?”

“I never even asked you, did I? All these years being a loyal secretary and I never even asked you if you were married. What’s wrong with me?” Draco wondered if he had been completely daft to Hermione’s needs too. Perhaps her kissing the French man was all his fault. Had he neglected his wife in the same manner he had neglected others loyal to him?

“Mr. Malfoy…” Prunella cleared her throat, feeling uncomfortable with her boss. She wasn’t used to this type of opening up from her employer. “I love my job. You are an extremely fair and attentive employer. You gave me three weeks off last summer when my mother took sick. You didn’t have to do that. It was a stressful time at the Ministry, with a lot going on with the slavery laws. I don’t feel like you owe me anything. Sure, I mean sometimes it would be nice to be asked how Wallace is doing, but it wasn’t and isn’t a deal breaker. You do what you do and I try to make your job run smoother. I’m in awe. Before you became Minister the whole MInisty was corrupt. You’re a good man Mr. Malfoy.”

“Thank you, Prunella. Take a couple days off if you need to. How is your mother anyways?”

“She died Sir,” Prunella said solemnly.” But I got to spend her last weeks with her. I can never thank you enough for giving me that time off. I was able to bring closure to some issues that had been bothering me about Mother for years.” Draco smacked himself on the forehead at that. His secretary’s mother died and he never even knew it? He felt worse then ever now. Prunella smiled though and left the room, gathering her things and leaving for the day.

Draco picked up the first piece of parchment from the “No,” pile and read it.

Minister of Magic, Mr. Draco Malfoy,

We invite you to attend the first annual, Wizard’s Roast! It’s all for a good cause. The Wounded War Veterans Children’s Memorial Fund, have chosen YOU, as our esteemed and honorable guest! You will spend a night of fine foods, playful insults and dancing with friends and acquaintances, all in the name of charity. The proceeds from the charity event will…”

Draco read on. Apparently this “Wizard Roast,” was a chance for all of Draco’s enemies and former enemies to poke fun at him. Normally Draco would toss this letter into the garbage, but on this day, he actually thought about it. What better way to make amends for all the wrongs he’d done to people throughout he years. He could only imagine who would show up. Harry Potter, Ginny and Ron Weasley, maybe a few former Death Eaters’s son’s from, his Hogwarts days, and those he had screwed over at the Ministry or fired for being worthless prats. Hermione…even Hermione, and mostly Hermione, would get the chance to say what she really felt in her heart about him. Draco scrawled a note and gave it to his owl. A Wizard Roast seemed in order. He read the parchment again and shook his head. Why had he just agreed to this? He noticed at the bottom of the invitation that it said that all guests should arrive dressed as the person they are at their very core. That way the person being Roasted wouldn’t feel completely alone in hanging their vulnerabilities out for all to see and make fun of. Draco thought about that for a moment before smirking. He knew exactly what he would wear.

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Luke left the Potions Warehouse on The Strip and entered the dank and dirty room at the Wizard’s Notell Six, where he had a monthly tenancy. He stacked the items on the table and then turned to leave. He wasn’t supposed to leave school grounds during the week and he wanted to get back before bed checks. He locked the room up and left on foot. As he rounded the corner, he bumped into someone and knocked the girl clean over on her arse.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you!” Luke knelt down to help the girl, who had been carrying a cage with a snowy owl in it. The cage tumbled from her arms and landed with a thud on the ground. The bird squawked at him furiously, but appeared to be fine.

“Luke? Drucilla Weasley, remember me?” Luke gulped. He helped the girl to her feet.

“H-h-i Drew. I uhhh, I’m terribly sorry for knocking you over.”

“How come you aren’t at school? Do you have permission to leave school grounds too?” Drew asked, brushing the dirt off her robes.

“No. Can you pretend that you didn’t see me?”

“Yeah sure. I work at the Joke Shop after school, so I’m allowed to leave. You could just petition the Headmaster if you need to leave. I didn’t have a problem at all.My dad just said that I work at he Joke Shop and can she leave everyday at three o’clock.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do that Drew,” Luke said craning his neck fro side to side, hoping to hell he didn’t see either of his parents.

“Hey, what’s that in your hand? Is that what I think that is?” Luke hid the garment in his hand. He was still testing it and he didn’t feel like explaining what it was to Drew or anybody else for that matter.

“Drew, who is that you are talking to?” Ron Wesley was coming up on the pair now. Luke bolted when he saw the redhead. When he made it back to the school unnoticed he collapsed on his bed. That was too close for comfort. What if Ron had seen him? Would he tell Hermione? Luke stashed the precious garment in his trunk and curled up in his bed with formulas and equations running through his head.

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“Don’t worry, nobody is going to hear us. I cast the muffliato spell around the bed. You can yell and nobody will hear you! I HAVE SCORPIUS MALFOY IN MY BED!” Serena’s shouts rang out and Scorpius froze in place. Nobody came though. He cold still hear a couple of seventh year sudents practicing their lines for some dumb play in the common room. Serena ran her tongue over her lips and pulled Scorpius down over her.

“ Are you sure about this? I mean, we barely know each other,” Scorpius said, feeling uneasy. He was far more nervous then her.

“Are you a virgin, Scorpius?” Serena asked sweetly, rolling over on top of him.

“Yeah, I am. Not for lack of trying though, I’ll have you know. I was almost there with this girl back in Britain but my Mum walked in on us.” Scorpius admitted and the girl laughed.

“Well, I’m not, okay. So, I’ll guide you if you get nervous. You’re really hot Scorpius, and I really like you a lot.” Her lips were softly on his at this. Scorpius melted into her kiss, his hands holding her awkwardly around the back. She struggled with his robes, finally getting them off. Serena sat up, straddling him, and began to remove her own robes. She let the robes fall down her arms and then she unhooked her bra and let her breasts fall out. Scorpius’s heart began to race. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He traced his fingers over her pink and perfect, erect nipples. Alls he could think about was tasting and licking and sucking so he leaned up and took them into his mouth while Serena threw her head back and moaned softly. This went on for several minutes and Scorpius could feel a raging hard on in his pants.

“You want this don’t you?” Serena asked, as she unbuckled his pants and slipped them down, exposing Scorpius completely now. She shimmied out of her underwear and then lay down over top of him.

“Yeah Serena, I want this more than anything.” Scorpius let the feeling wash over him and before he knew it he was writhing against her nude form, stroking her tenderly and kissing her allover. His erection hurt for release but something about his whole experience felt wrong.

“You’re a natural lover. Are you ready to go all the way, Scorpius?” Serena whispered in his ear.

“Are we dating Serena? This is all happening so fast.”

“This doesn’t make us boyfriend and girlfriend, okay?” Serena said smiling and hugging Scorpius and running her hand down his stomach. He removed her hand.

“What? What are we then?” Scorpius felt a little hurt by the girls comment.

“I’m a free spirit. I sleep with Daniel too. He’s okay with it. Are you?”

“Uhhh, not really, no.” Scorpius said, face full of shock.

“We will figure it out in time. No rush, right? Let’s make love, m’kay? I want you really bad.” Scorpius was having so many conflicting feelings right now. He was lying naked in bed with a girl who he found to be fun and carefree and yet for some reason he had this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, like something was missing. Suddenly a soft voice was calling out to Serena through the curtain.

“Serena? So did you tell the British boy that I like him yet? I waited outside the Quidditch store for you to tell him. I think he saw me after you all went flying. He looked at me for a second, I think.” Serena giggled and looked at Scorpius.

“That’s my sister Persephone. She wanted me to get her a date with you. She’s a shy little bookworm and is too afraid to talk to boys herself. When I met you though, I knew I wanted you for myself. She’s just a silly fourth year. Hold on a second while I get rid of her.” Serena left and Scorpius pulled his clothes on in hurried fashion. He was still hard and it hurt, but he knew he was not going to go any farther with Serena. He did not like to share his girls, no matter how attractive they were. He peeked out from the curtain and saw Serena whispering with her sister. The sister was starting to cry now and Serena wrapped an arm around Persephone, before the girl slinked away, clearly deflated.

“What did you say to her?” Scorpius asked.

“I told her that you said no, and then asked me out instead.” Serena said it in the same breezy way that she said everything. Scorpius raised his eyebrow.

“But, that’s a lie Serena. You never even mentioned a sister to me, until right now!”

“So what. You’re getting the better of the two sisters anyways. Would you, a jock, really want to date a brainy little bookworm?”

“I’d like the opportunity to make that decision for myself. Excuse me,” Scorpius pushed past Serena.

“Where ya going? I thought we were going to have some fun?” Serena looked crushed.

“Nah. I don’t share and I don’t know, call me traditional, but I want my first time to be with someone that I love.”

“Your such a stupid fifth year! You will regret this Scorpius Malfoy!”

“Whatever…I’m quaking in my boots Serena. Cya,” Scorpius said leaving the seventh year dormitories. He passed a girl with mousy brown hair that was curled up on a bench in one of the coridors of the castle, sobbing. He passed by her without much thought but then he stopped short and spun on his feet. He swaggered back to the girl and sat down next to her on the bench. She looked up at him through tear stained eyes. Her eyes were a velvety brown and Scorpius found himself entranced with those beautiful round eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." The girl clammed up, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"It's not nothing. People don't cry over nothing."

"I can't tell you."

"Persephone? That's your name, right?" Scorpius asked. The girl nodded. "Scorpius Malfoy, nice to meet you," he said smiling and wiping a tear from her cheek. The petite girl smiled back and Scopius was dumbstruck by the cute little dimple on her cheek when she smiled. She might have been bookwormish, but she was beautiful.

Review!?

So I wanted to update this story today. I may write an update to Merlin’s Coven, though I am at a place with my original book that I need to do some research and I checked out hoards of books at the library as reference material. So…have to wait and see. I don’t anticipate it being a long wait. The more reviews the more likely I am to update! Thanks.