Broomsticks and Alibis

Chapter 6

“Draco!” Hermione dashed to her husband’s side as two of the Ministry aurors brought him back into the holding cell. Hermione noticed how pale and banged up he looked. His nose was swelled up from Mad Eye’s punishment and his face almost ghostly white. She had been waiting impatiently several hours for his return. It was now evening and most of the Ministry officials had already gone home. Hermione could see Harry through the window in his cell. He was bustling about, sifting through pictures and files, no doubt trying to find evidence to link Draco to the crime. She glared at him once more before turning her attention to Draco.

“My god, what did they do to you! Look at your face! I can fix that with my wand. Oh and I confiscated your wand before those arseholes had a chance to run diagnostics on your wand. I heard Harry talking about wanting to analyze your wand to see which spells you used last and why.”

“Hermione, stop fussing over me like my mother. Let them have my wand and do their tests. I’m innocent!”

No sooner had he mentioned his mother did both his parents traipse through the door.

“Miss Granger? Please leave me and my son.”

“She stays if she wants to,” Draco said to Lucius who looked perturbed over his son’s insolence.

“Fine.” Lucius looked his nose down on Hermione who pulled up a chair next to Draco and continued to nurse his wounds anyway despite Draco’s protests. She dabbed a handkerchief soaked with a healing potion onto his cuts and bruises.

“Happy Christmas mother,” Draco said to Narcissa but avoiding eye contact with his snarling father. His mother approached and reached out to touch his shoulder but then pulled back as if her only son was a venomous snake. Hermione watched this odd exchange and the wheels in her mind started turning. Was this the kind of physical contact Draco received from his parents? How utterly saddening. A mother afraid to nurture her son? A father that the only emotion he knew how to exhibit towards his son was disappointment laced with a little loathing? Hermione leaned over and kissed Draco tenderly on the cheek. He looked uncomfortable but he didn’t try to stop her.

“I guess you know why I’m here? “ Lucius slapped a copy of the Daily Prophet down on the table. The front page read ‘Slytherin Heir Weds Gryffindor War Hero’. Draco glanced at it and Hermione moved closer to Draco. “Are you mad Draco!”

“No! Leave Father. I don’t need either of you here so go back to The Manor and pretend that you don’t have a son anymore.”

“Do you think that we haven’t tried? I find this news most disturbing. Why are you sitting here and allowing this mudblood to use her pathetic healing magic on you? Are you in some sort of trouble Draco?”

“Quick on the uptake Father.” Draco said and Hermione cleared her throat.

“He was unfairly sent to Azkaban. Being that you spent a fair amount of time there I would expect you to be a little more supportive.”

“Are you talking to me Miss Granger? Draco made his bed and Draco will have to get himself out of his own mess.”

“What about you? Do you feel that way too?” Hermione said addressing Draco’s mother. Hermione could tell that Narcissa was upset and wishing to comfort her son but Lucius shot her glance and Narcissa stepped back behind Lucius.

“Miss Granger. I should expect that once you have sorted all of this mess out you and Draco would join us for tea. While I am not pleased that you and Draco have married there are certain issues that we need to discuss being that you are now a Malfoy.”

“Alright, Lucius. Whatever you say.” Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to Draco who was clenching his fist in front of him.

“Call me Father, Miss Granger,” Lucius said with a sneer and then held his arm out for Narcissa. They closed the door behind them and Draco jumped from his chair and smashed his fist against the door.

“Draco let’s go home. The Minister arrived shortly after they took you to Azkaban. He flew into a rage when he found out you were hauled off to Azkaban. Harry took the brunt of his rage. I never thought I’d be so happy to see Harry get what was coming to him but this time he crossed the line.” Hermione rambled on endlessly while Draco paced about, a furious look on his face. He finally had enough of Hermione’s talk of what they would do next and so forth.

“Hermione shut up! I didn’t do it. I need you to tell me that you realize I didn’t do it. You are so smart and good at what you do but you are acting like there may be a possibility that I killed those girls. Do you think I did it?”

“Draco, no. No, I know you aren’t capable of murder. I think you proved that the night on the ledge at Hogwarts. That’s why I don’t understand why Harry is so hell-bent on getting a conviction. Or was rather. You are free Draco. The Minister forbade any of the aurors ,even Harry himself, from touching you let alone accusing you of anything.”

“Yes but they think I did it.”

“But you didn’t. So we will find the person who did and clear your name.”

“Everything is so easy for you isn’t it? I have news for you. You are a Malfoy now. We are always under suspicion. Do you know why my Father was so nice to you just now? Do you think it’s because he’s happy that I married you?”

“That was nice? I guess you have a point. I think he only called me mudblood once and then he invited me over and asked me to call him father.”

“Yes Hermione. Because news like this…” Draco slid the paper across the table,” news like this is good for business. Father sees money and prestige. He may not like it but if the Wizarding community likes it and it gives honor back to the Malfoy name then he will tolerate it.”

“I know Draco. I wasn’t born under a rock. I could see what was going on.”

“Your friends aren’t going to accept you. My friends probably won’t either. We really are on our own. Is this something you want?” Hermione moved towards him and draped her arms around Draco’s neck. She cradled his hand in hers and kissed the ring on his left ring finger then nuzzling his fingers against her face.

“It’s simple remember. It’s either there or it isn’t.”

Draco pulled her into a bear hug. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of Hermione’s head.

“I’m so glad that you wandered into the Slytherin Common room that night. Are all Gryffindor women like you?”

“Why? Already thinking of trading me in?”

“Have to keep my options open don’t I? Let’s go home.” Draco said winking at Hermione and slinking his arm, bloody shirt and all, around Hermione’s neck as they opened the door to leave.

“Where exactly is home?” They both stopped in their tracks. Finally Draco spoke.

“Where we feel safe?”

“Meet you there?” Hermione smiled.

“Race you.” Draco said before both spun in place and apparrated to their cozy room at the tavern.

They both felt at ease back at the tavern. Nobody knew about the place except the friendly owners Ernest and Matilda. After such a long and crazy day, it was good to be back at their temporary home. Draco peeled his shirt off, intent on showering while Hermione decided to pay the owners a visit. She wanted to extend their rental for at least a few days more. When she heard the shower turn on, she made her way down the rickety steps to the tavern.

The jukebox was playing and a small group of muggles were laughing and carrying on whilst enjoying Matilda’s freshly baked apple strudel. Hermione smiled at seeing something so completely normal as people enjoying their family over the Holidays. She really needed this after the Christmas she and Draco had at the Weasley’s and then at the Ministry. She sat down at the bar and a few moments later Matilda was standing in front of her asking her if the room was comfortable enough and whether they needed anything else.

“You two stay here so long as you need. Ernest and I have lived here for thirty years and have found it be a haven in an intolerant world.”

“Yes. If it weren’t for the car that almost hit us on our wedding night we never would have found this lovely tavern.” Hermione drove her fork into the piece of strudel Matilda set down in front of her when she noticed a sense of discomfort wash over Matilda’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing my child. Eat your strudel while it’s still warm. You can take one up to dear Draco too if you think he would like a muggle dessert.”

“I’m sure he would its delicious. Matilda?” Hermione leaned in and Matilda lowered her head to hear her. “You said muggle. And the picture you took of us…well it moved. How come you are pretending not to be a witch?”

“I must be getting careless in my old age.”

“Why hide it though?”

“My dear when Ernest and I married it was a different time. I guess you may as well know. No harm in telling you now. Besides, Ernest and I see much of ourselves in you and your new husband.”

“How so?” Hermione said taking another bite of the tasty dessert. She wanted to get back upstairs to Draco but she found the benevolent older woman’s conversation so enthralling. Since she and Draco had married Matilda and Ernest were really the only ones who had been supportive of their nuptials.

“It’s this.” Matilda carefully placed a copy of the Daily Prophet on the bar.

“You saw that did you? Yes, Draco and I are something of celebrities right now. I hope it passes soon. The attention is not warranted.”

“Yes. I know how you feel,” Matilda said cutting herself a piece of strudel now.

“You do?”

“Yes dear girl. You see, like you, I was in Gryffindor.” Matilda held out her hand and on her finger was a Gryffindor class ring. Hermione started to figure this out.

“And I am guessing that Ernest would also have one of these rings? But maybe with say…a snake on it and in green?”

“Yes child. You are very smart to catch on so quickly.”

“So you are the ones who married! The Minister of Magic said that the first Slytherin Gryffindor couple died in a freak accident.”

“We almost did. Right on that road in front of the tavern. A car almost hit us during a snowstorm.” Hermione felt chills go down her back. That is exactly what happened to she and Draco only the night before.

“And then what happened? Were you cursed? Did stuff like that keep happening?”

“No dear.” Matilda laughed. “Once we found this place everything was beautiful. Well almost, anyways. We were hunted for a while by Voldemort and his followers. Back then Mixed House marriages were forbidden. So when we found this place we faked our deaths so they would stop looking for us. The rest is history. We lived together in the room you share with Draco now and eventually when the owners moved on they sold the place to us. We have been here ever since.”

“You could have gone back to the Wizarding world. Voldemort was defeated!” Hermione didn’t realize her voice was carrying and Matilda waved her hand to shush her.

“Sorry. But Voldemort is gone now and Mixed House Marriages are common place. Don’t you miss your friends?”

“No. You see, our friends were not supportive. They called me dreadful names and his friends were livid. They kept saying that Slytherin and Gryffindor don’t go together.”

“Yes, well I got a dose of that today too, so I can understand.”

“So you lived happily ever after here then?”

“Not exactly. We had to give up something very special to us. I can’t talk about it though. It still pains both Ernest and I, but we had to do it for his best interest.” Hermione patted Matilda’s arm and told her she understood and that she if she ever wanted to talk to just knock on her door. Matilda smiled and gave her the room for as long as she needed it. She couldn’t wait to tell Draco the story. She knew the whole story the Minister had told them about the first Slytherin and Gryffindor couple totally freaked him out. This was good news for a change and it would ease his mind. She made her way up the stairs and then stepped back in awe when she entered their tiny room.

Their were at least a hundred floating candles allover the room. When she looked up she could see the heavens it was so breathtakingly beautiful. Snow fell from the sky but stopped where the roof would be. He must have made cast an invisibility charm on the roof, Hermione thought to herself. The candlelight let off a soft glow that made Hermione feel warm allover. She peeled her sweater off and turned slowly on her feet taking it all in. She stopped moving when she saw Draco standing by the bathroom door with two glasses of the bubbly in his hands. His blond hair was still slightly wet from the shower and he looked absolutely edible the way his side part fell half way over one eye. He was wearing a white button up that was unbuttoned, and hanging loosely around his black tailored trousers. He moved towards her and handed her a glass of champagne.

“Too Hermione Granger, for being even smarter then her dashing and good-looking husband.” He clinked his glass against hers and Hermione giggled. She then raised her glass.

“To Hermione Malfoy, that’s me in case you don’t know, for marrying a completely brainless but totally sexy piece of eye candy, one Draco Malfoy.” Draco pulled back but then clinked his glass against hers once again.

“To the raging hard on in my pants that is going to defile Hermione Malfoy in every way imaginable tonight…and then some.” He pulled her in and clinked glasses against hers, their lips finding each other’s. Hermione whispered in Draco’s ear as he moved her hair to the side and laid wet kisses down her neck.

“To no more talk and lots of action.” Hermione tossed her glass behind her and so did Draco. Her hands were roaming across his lean hard chest. She yanked his shirt down his arms in one motion. His hands were on her face as he roughly kissed her mouth. Her lips burned with fire as he slid his tongue in her mouth and forced himself on her. She loved when he kissed her like this. She knew that after their lovemaking her lips would be slightly puffed and swollen from his rough kisses and she loved every minute of it. He picked her up and threw her on the bed and then dove on top of her. His hands were in her hair as he bit down on her neck. He tore away her shirt and then gently unclasped her bra before tossing it over his shoulder. He took her nipple into his mouth and rolled it around his tongue licking and sucking at her breast in such a pleasing way that Hermione found her breaths becoming short and erratic. He moved down on her and then she felt his warm kisses against her cotton panties. He wasted no time in ridding her of them as he slipped his index finger inside her. His face was buried in her most private of places and she writhed against him, her legs wrapped snugly around his neck. She watched as he flicked his tongue back and forth across her cherry, bringing her to new heights each time. She wanted him in her mouth. It was all she could think about but each time she tried to move Draco’s head he held her hands down at her sides, not wanting to stop licking and sucking her. She was in heaven.

“Draco, I want to please you too.” With that Draco looked up, his face shiny like a glazed donut from her sweet juices. He unbuckled his trousers and slid them down his legs. Hermione slid her hand inside his boxers and found his wood. Draco slid his boxers off while Hermione stroked his manhood, lovingly and expertly. He laid down on his side and Hermione smiled at him before flipping over on her side. His mouth was on her wetness again as she wrapped her arms around his body, taking his hardness into her mouth. He wriggled under her touch their bodies coming closer together now so they fit together like two puzzle pieces. He would moan when she took him into her mouth deeply, the moaning sending pleasing vibrations against Hermione’s womanliness that caused satisfying tingles that traveled up her spine.

Draco knew it couldn’t get better then this. He could have done this forever it felt so fucking good. He knew he was about to cum at any moment when he felt a gush of wetness from Hermione explode in his mouth. He smiled to himself as she took him deep inside her mouth as she came. He moaned and then slowly sat up pulling Hermione on top of him. He ran his fingers down her back wanting to feel every inch of her body. He squeezed her butt in his hands, pushing her down hard against his engorged cock. When he could take no more he asked her.

“Are you sure you want this? This is it. If we go any farther its forever.”

“Make love to me Draco. I love you…”

“Forever.” Draco flipped her over and crawled in between her legs. With one steady thrust he entered her, driving himself deep into her wetness. They both moaned and Hermione’s mouth fell open as she licked at his lips, her eyes closed feeling every sensation of her husband inside her. He thrust into her hard and deep, his sweaty body against hers. He moaned loudly in her ear each time he rammed himself into her. His hands cupped her breasts underneath him, his thumbs caressing her nipples as he pumped her harder and faster. He threw her leg over his shoulder as he leaned up on one arm so he could watch himself fucking her. His thickness slid in and out of her easily. He could feel her muscles clench and release him and this drove Draco over the edge. He came deep inside her, his orgasm coming in waves as he shot her full of his seed. One last pump and Hermione’s wetness engulfed his throbbing cock. He rolled her over and slammed her down hard over himself wanting to feel her weight on him as he shot his final squirt into her. He lay next to Hermione, her body draping against his own. That was truly the best sex could be, for both of them.

“Goodnight wife.” Draco said kissing her nose.

“Goodnight husband.” Hermione said pushing his hair away so she could look into his striking silvery eyes.

“We have to go back to University tomorrow. We have to find who did this.”

“Yes. But tonight I am going to fuck you till you can’t walk straight, so save your strength my dear because you are going to need it,” Draco said raising his eyebrows. Hermione smiled..

“If you must.”

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