Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomsticks’s and The Big Apple

Chapter 6

(This chapter is quite sexy BONDAGE S&M WARNING)

Hermione,

Meet me at my office at lunch? We need to talk.

P.S. Wear your outfit for the benefit. I will be wearing mine.

Draco

Hermione held the parchment to her heart. This was it. He was finally ready to talk. She knew if she just waited it out, he would finally come to his senses and their lives could finally move on past the silly fight. Hermione walked into her closet and reached for her costume. She put it on and gazed at herself in the mirror. It had been a very long time since she had seen that reflection staring back at her. She fixed her hair and set off for Draco’s office at the Ministry building.

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An hour ago at Westwitch Academy…

“Luke? I asked you a question.,” Professor Masterson said.

“I-I…I’m sorry Sir, what was the question again?”

“See me after class Luke,” the Professor said. Luke had been working on his equation again. Something was always off.

“Pssst, Luke!” Drew Weasley said. He turned to the freckled faced girl, wishing she would just shut up. He had already gotten into trouble with Professor Masterson, and didn’t need any further attention cast upon himself.

“Want to hang out after school?” The girl was smiling and Luke knew this wasn’t going to be easy, so he simply nodded, yes. This seemed to appease the girl and she turned her attention back to the Professor, who was lecturing about god knows what, it was so boring. Luke seemed to remember something about the War, but he was so much more wrapped up in his own inventions that he hadn’t listened to a thing. His mind wandered again, to the mixture of his potion. It was still off and he couldn’t figure out what the missing ingredient was. He’d tried everything in a normal potions pantry but to no avail.

“So, you will ask them then? Luke?” Again Luke Malfoy was caught off guard. Rather then admit to not paying attention for a second time, he just replied with a yes.

“That’s wonderful. I know the War is a source of pain for many veterans, so I am thrilled that your parents will be speaking to us. I want everyone to take notes. Both of Luke’s parents were fully immersed in the War, on opposite sides of course.” There were a few stares in Luke’s direction at this mention. Luke’s hands were trembling. He knew neither Hermione nor Draco would want to come in and give lectures to their class on the war. And Luke, had just unbeknownst to him, volunteered their services. He wasn’t even sure if his parents were speaking these days, something that bothered Luke a lot though he never voiced his opinion, unlike Scorpius who bitched and moaned openly about the fight his parents had been in for nearly a month now.

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“Do you want to go out with me Saturday night after the quidditch?” The brunette closed her book, with a questioning glance.

“Where would we go?”

“Can you just trust me?”

“I suppose. I don’t like flying though. I’m not my sister Serena. She’s the flier, not me.”

“Yeah I know. Come on, I want to take you somewhere.”

“Wouldn’t it bother you to be seen with me? I mean, I’m not popular Scorpius. What would your parents think of you dating me?”

“I don’t care if you are popular or not. Really, I’m not that shallow. I used to be, but I dunno, coming to America has been a positive change for me. And my parents? Well, my mother would probably try to take you shopping with her and marry me off at the first chance. My Father married my mother, so he would like you too.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see when you meet them. My mother is probably the only other person in this world that enjoys books more then you do.” Scorpius laughed and Persephone shot him a puzzling look.

Scorpius and Persephone had struck up a friendship that day in the hall when he had found her crying over the nasty trick Serena had pulled on her. Scorpius and Persephone were polar opposites, something Serena wasn’t wrong about. Yet, Scorpius liked her for some reason. She rather reminded him of his mother, in a strange kind of way. He could relate to her. She wasn’t a slut, like her older sister. She was smart and witty. Sometimes she would lay such well crafted insults on Scorpius, that it would take him several minutes to understand the joke. When the punchline hit him, he would bust out into laughter in class, much to his Professor’s dismay. He would pass Persephone again in the hall later and she would point and laugh at him, and then he would capture her and pin her to a wall. He still hadn’t kissed her, but the last time he pinned her he definitely had the urge to kiss the fourth year girl. She seemed to be open to the idea too, as she gazed into his eyes so deeply, that Scorpius felt goose bumps erupt down his arms at the depth of her gazes. When she looked at him, she seemed to see past his exterior, which was quite pleasing a sight for sure. She seemed to see him, and this piqued Scorpius’s interest greatly.

Quidditch season was in full swing. Scorpius had diligently attended each practice thus far and had successfully stolen the position of Seeker for the school team, The Westwitch Warlocks. The first game of the season was tomorrow night. They would be playing the Coney Island Wizarding school. The Coney Islanders were supposedly badasses too, with a reputation for playing dirty. Scorpius, being from the Slytherin House at Hogwarts, was not too concerned about the Coney Island Warriors, which was their team name. Hermione and Draco would be there, if not together, separately and Scorpius was anxious. This was sure to be fun. Serena had promised to pay him back and Damien Stratton had started a rumor that Scorpius was going to get his arse kicked after the match. Scorpius took it all in stride though. He was the bully at Hogwarts, more or less anyways, so he didn’t worry. He didn’t know when things had changed for him, but at Westwitch, he acted more like a Gryffindor then a Slytherin, and it boggled his mind as to why. Perhaps when Draco taught him the lesson about the Death Eaters a change took hold, or maybe his mother’s influence had finally seeped into him. Luke was a Gryffindor for sure. Or so Scorpius thought…Little Mr. Perfect, never did anything wrong.

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“Draco?” Hermione opened the door to his office and stepped inside, locking the door behind her for privacy. When he stepped out of the bathroom, straightening his tie, she inhaled sharply. She was hit with the vision of Draco she had not seen since her Hogwarts days. Hermione in her Gryffindor robes and uniform and him in his Slytherin robes, looking all dapper and delicious, she felt her heart speed up.

“Wow! You look…Wow, Draco!” Draco too looked surprised to see Hermione in her Gryffindor robes.

“I thought if I wore this, then perhaps it would be easier,” Draco said coolly.

“Easier?” Hermione was thoroughly confused.

“It’s not. Seeing you in your House colors just makes me want to throw you down right here and now and defile the little Gryffindor Princess,” Draco said straight faced.

“What’s stopping you? Ya know, I always thought you looked so handsome in your Slytherin robes. You always looked and smelled so clean and nice. If you hadn’t been such a prick back then, I would have been smitten.”

“Clean and nice huh? You mean… pretty boy, right?”

“Are we still at that? Look Draco, about all that rubbish.” Hermione moved closer to Draco but he moved back, taking a seat behind his desk. Hermione noticed the move and maneuvered herself around his desk, where she sat down in front of him, her arse planted on a legal pad on his desk. He was not going to run away from her this time.

“Yes, Hermione about that rubbish. I’ve moved out. I of course want you and the kids to keep the penthouse. I’ll likely come spend weekends there when the kids are home from school. That way they don’t have to know that we are having difficulties.”

“Draco! You moved out?” Hermione was livid. This was taking things to the excessive. Now that she thought about it, the closet did look bare.

“I think its best for a while. Maybe in time we can figure out a way to work out our problems, or maybe you will find somebody else. I just can’t sleep on the sofa anymore, so I moved to another room in the hotel.”

“No! We are going to work out our problems right now. I’m sick of this shit! It’s gone on already for far too long! And now you think you’re leaving me? Oh, no!” Hermione moved to straddle Draco in his chair. A struggle ensued and Draco finally slid out of the chair, causing Hermione to fall on the floor. She stood up and lunged at him. Draco caught her arms and now the pair were slamming into walls and breaking pictures and priceless gifts, given to Draco from different Ministers and heads of state.

“Don’t push me woman!” Draco said with gritted teeth.

“You arsehole! Stop playing me Draco Malfoy! You show up as this hot French guy, and we make out, then you act like I’m the plague! Enough is enough!” Hermione struggled in Draco’s arms. She finally caught him in the chin with a wild swinging left hook and that’s when Draco lost it.

“Right Hermione! Now you asked for it.” Draco held her, restraining her in one arm as he flicked his wand and uttered an incantation. “Stop struggling or this is going to hurt,” Draco called out, pulling his wife over to the leather sofa in his office, where a pile of ropes and restraints lay in a heap at the end of the sofa. He quickly went to work, and in no time at all, Hermione was fully restrained, spread eagled on the couch, still in her Gryffindor robes.

“God, I should have done this to you years ago! Now we can talk.” Hermione was smiling inside. Any normal witch might find the fact she was tied up, in intricate knots and unable to defend herself or break free, a rather submissive position. Hermione though, loved this side of Draco. The way he paced in front of her with his green flowing Slytherin robes, his hair perfectly in place and that brooding sneer on his face, turned Hermione on to no end.

“As I was saying..” Hermione began, but Draco cut her off.

“No! You talk when you are spoken to woman! I’ll be asking the questions here counselor. You are not going to be leading this examination, I am!” Hermione closed her mouth when Draco held his wand up, threatening to cast the Silencio spell on her.

“Now…Talk about the French guy you threw yourself at,” Draco said with a steady voice.

“You mean you, Draco? You were the fucking French guy! You think I don’t know my husbands lips? I wanted you so badly that day that I went along with it. I thought you knew this. Is this why you’ve been brooding about and ignoring me for so long?”

“It’s not the only thing.” Draco sat down on the couch between Hermione’s legs. His hand rested on her thigh and Hermione watched his hand with anticipation. “So you knew it was me the whole time?” Draco raked his hands up her legs roughly. Hermione gasped at his touch. Draco smirked, enjoying having Hermione bound so completely and unable to move away.

“Yes, I knew it was you Draco. Not the whole time though, but the instant your lips touched mine, I felt a fire explode within myself. I know your kiss like I know my own right hand, Dragon. You’re my life, my heart and my everything, Draco. Everything about you turns me on,” Hermione said sincerely, as she wriggled at Draco’s touch. His one hand was stroking her inner thigh, while the other tickled her moist lips. Draco suddenly leaned down over top of Hermione as she lay helpless beneath him. He tore away her Gryffindor robes, exposing her black lace bra underneath. He ripped it from her body and Hermione winced at the slight pain she felt as the garment was torn away from her skin. His tongue was flicking across her nipple now and Hermione closed her eyes and melted under the sensations.

“God, I want you Draco. The way you touch me leaves me breathless.”

“Shut up my Gryffindor slut, I’m not done with your questioning. Your still in my courtroom.” Hermione raised an eyebrow and Draco snickered.

“So tell me how I’m conceited. I’m conceited right?” Draco looked into her eyes at this and Hermione gulped at the fire she saw in them. He bent his head down and with his teeth tore her panties off. Hermione squealed as chills erupted allover her body. His tongue was inside her now licking and sucking her. It was not his normal way of going down on Hermione. This time, he was going straight in for the kill. Usually he would start slow and allow her to get used to the sensations. This time, he licked over her nub, applying direct pressure. This act was making Hermione climb the walls it was so sensitive and so erotic. He lifted his head, giving Hermione a chance to relax, but only for a moment.

“I said, tell me how I’m conceited. I liked that posh accent you put on, so use that accent while you tell me how conceited I am,” Draco ordered.

“Draco, I shouldn’t have said that. You are fine and…Oh, Oh fuck! Draco!” Draco was sucking her clit so good now, that Hermione instantly came. “Oh my Gods, Draco. I love you baby, fuck me. I need you. Give it to me. I’m sorry.”

“Why would you want a pretty boy’s cock in you?” Draco said leaning up and licking her cum off his lips. He parted her lips now, and ran his fingers down her slit, touching every part of her wet pussy.

“I want your cock. I want your big, beautiful, hard cock in me Draco. Please.” Draco slammed two fingers into Hermione at this. She was dripping wet. His other hand squeezed and pinched her nipples, causing slight pain, but a pain that was masked by the intense and pleasurable feelings he was causing, by fingering her so expertly. He inserted a third finger into her and then lay back down over top of her. She could feel his raging hard on through his pants, wedged against her leg. He thrust his fingers into her hard and continued to fuck her with them, while he bit and nipped at her breast.

“Why would you want a prissy man to fuck you?”

“You aren’t a prissy man. Any man who ties his wife up and takes advantage of her like this, without worrying that she will hex his arse into oblivion, once he lets her go, isn’t a prissy man.” Draco pushed another finger into her now and Hermione felt a gush of wetness and tingles overcome her. He pulled his fingers out and then blew on her wet engorged lips. His hot breath on her most sensitive of areas, left her writhing in sheer ecstasy.

“What makes you think I’m letting you go? Perhaps Ill keep you tied up for a few days while I have my way with you.” Draco pulled his robes back at this and unbuckled his pants. He whipped his dick out and stroked it lusciously in his hand while Hermione licked her lips. She had never wanted anything more then she did his cock, right here and now. It had been three weeks since they had made love, the longest stretch ever for the couple and she needed her man, like she needed to breathe.

“Draco, please, let me…” Hermione said in a sultry voice, watching Draco stroke his engorged pecker.

“You want my prissy boy cock in your mouth?” Hermione nodded and Draco straddled her neck. He looked so sexy as Hermione gazed up adoringly at her husband. His blond hair and angular jaw, and those silvery gray eyes. His face was flushed, and he was perspiring. He slammed a pillow behind her head, and Hermione found herself face to face with Draco’s enormous erection. He rubbed his tip over her lips. Hermione could taste the saltiness of his precum as she licked it from her lips. He teased her a little more and then he gently pushed himself into her mouth. His dick was hot and Hermione could have devoured it whole, she was so turned on by this point. She licked him lovingly and sucked him to the back of her throat. Draco moaned and threw his head back, all the while tangling his fingers in her hair while she lapped and licked and sucked, rolling her tongue over his length. Spit dribbled down her chin as Draco gently pumped into her mouth.

“Stop. I’m going to cum.”

“Then cum Draco. I want to taste you. You know you want to.”

“Whose courtroom my dear?” Draco looked at Hermione as he pulled out of her mouth.

“All yours Dragon….all yours.” Hermione replied. He scooted back now and knelt between her legs.

“How does a prissy boy fuck his wife? I want you to tell me, so I can be sure to do it right.” Draco said rubbing his tip along Hermione’s slit.

“Ohhhh…gods I want you now. Make love to me Draco.” Hermione was in lala land at the feel of his hot member rubbing against her slick heat.

“Is this how one does it?” Draco slammed his cock into Hermione, giving her his entire length in one thrust. Hermione yelped. “Too hard for a prissy boy?”

“Again…Oh Draco…more.” Hermione moaned. Draco slammed into her again and stopped, his cock was so deep inside her, that she never wanted him to pull out again. He was trembling, and Hermione knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Tell me what you want my Gryffindor Princess.”

“I want the Sexy Prince of Slytherin to fuck me good and hard, because I’ve been a naughty girl,” Hermione replied and Draco smiled widely.

“Yes, you have been a naughty girl. And naughty girls have to be punished, don’t they?” Hermione nodded, caught up in all of it and feeling her husbands cock buried so deeply in her. Hermione clenched her muscles around Draco’s cock and Draco shuddered at the feeling.

“Merlin… fucking hell… you’ve never done that to me before Hermione,” Draco said, slipping out of character at the unexpectedness of her move. Draco recovered and slammed his cock into her again, the suddenness of it drawing Hermione’s breath away from her.

SLAP

Draco spanked her arse and Hermione yelped again.

“Do you think you need another? Or have you learned your lesson?” Draco said sliding his cock into her harder now and picking up a rhythm.

“I can’t remember Dragon,” Hermione smiled coyly. Draco slapped her again, hard on the arse, pink welts and hand marks beginning to form on her white sensitive skin and Hermione moaned this time. Draco had never been a big spanker in the bedroom, but this situation seemed to call for it and he spanked his wife as he rammed his throbbing dick into her wetness time and again. She was groaning and calling out his name as they made love. Finally Draco stopped with the spanking and released Hermione’s hands. She immediately tore his robes away, revealing his chest. He lay down over her and Hermione nipped and licked at his hard chest, his nipple in her mouth. Draco moaned and shivered while he moved rhythmically in and out of his wife. He buried his head in her neck and bit down on the muscle between her neck and shoulder, a place that he knew drove Hermione wild. Her hands roamed down his back to his butt, where she squeezed his arse in her hands. With each thrust of his manhood into Hermione would push his arse into her, thus deepening the penetration.

“I love you, you sexy bitch.” Draco moaned in her ear just before he came and Hermione felt tears burst from her eyes.

“I love you too you sadistic heartbreaker.” Draco laughed but continued rocking into his wife. They both came shortly thereafter, in time with each other. This was something that both of them had learned how to do over the years. They always came together and this was no exception. Draco released Hermione from her binds and conjured a blanket that lay over them. They were cuddled up on his sofa in an embrace.

“So, you will move back in with me again?” Hermione asked and Draco paused, as if thinking about it.

“Let’s get married. We never had a proper wedding. Let’s have a grand wedding, and do it up right.”

“Draco? Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m serious. Will you marry me Sweet Pea?”

“Oh, Draco…Yes my love.” Hermione claimed Draco’s lips and they sunk into the couch for a good long snog. As Draco lay there feeling the love of his wife wash over him he suddenly had a sinking feeling. The Wizard’s Roast was scheduled for tomorrow night, after the Quidditch game. Why had he subjected himself to this?

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