Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Broomsticks and the Wizards Gauntlet

Chapter 6

“Draco, hi sweetie. I didn’t see you there.”

“You didn’t answer my question. His custody all square now?”

“Yes and no. I’ll probably have to help him next week too.”

“Hermione…You’re lying to me.” Hermione threw her coat and purse down in frustration.

“Yes, Draco I’m lying to you. I’m sorry. I just can’t tell you and it isn’t because I don’t want to. I do, very much so. I just can’t.” Hermione stood next to his chair and stroked her hand through his soft blond locks. She bent her head and kissed his forehead. Draco pushed the chair out and stood, taking her hands off him and pushing her away. He brushed past her and it was Hermione this time, that caught him by the wrist.

“Baby, let’s make love. I’m so sorry. I’d have much rather spent the evening with you. You have to know that Draco.”

“It’s late and I have a headache Hermione.” Draco sauntered down the hall towards the foyer and the staircase. Hermione stood gaping. Draco had never, in all the years of their marriage, denied her of lovemaking. Hell, he was usually the one who initiated it more often then not. True he wasn’t yelling at her. He wasn’t even saying anything wrong, but he was definitely giving her the cold shoulder. Hermione charged down the hall after him. He was halfway up the stairs already.

“Draco! Look at me.” Draco turned around, but said nothing. Hermione had a raw look in her eyes. She reached around her back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a pair of black knickers and stockings with garter. Draco’s hand clutched the marble banister tightly, to keep himself from lunging on his wife and taking her like he wanted to right then and there. Hermione unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall, revealing a black lace bra. Her hips swayed from side to side, while she traversed the large staircase, inching ever the closer to Draco. Draco gulped. He was history and he knew it. Hermione had a coy grin on her face, and her eyes were transfixed on Draco and the ever growing bulge in his pants. He was feasting his eyes on her enormous breasts, that were nearly bursting from the bra, motherhood clearly agreeing with her, as her bust was double the size that it normally was.

“I said, let’s make love,Draco.” Hermione whispered in a sultry tone, only two step beneath him now.

“And I said…Oh fuck. Who am I kidding! I don’t remember what I said.” Draco stepped down and Hermione stepped up, and both of them threw their arms around each other. Their bodies mashed together with ferocity. Draco’s hands were groping her arse, while Hermione’s hands clawed at his pants. Hermione shoved him against the wall, grabbing his wrists and pinning him to the wall while she ravaged his chest with her mouth. Draco forced his arms down against hers and pined her arms behind her back, his head bent and biting on the white skin of her breast. He leaned down over her and forced Hermione to the floor. Her back wrenched on the stairs, but she didn’t care as she threw her legs around his waist. His one hand was perched on stair above Hermione as he tore her panties off and forced himself inside her. With a gasp, Hermione sucked in her breath at feeling his cock so deep inside her. He thrust into her and Hermione’s body lurched upwards, the rug on the stair causing a burn on the small of her back. He pumped her harder and Hermione moaned his name. Their animalistic lovemaking continued, until Hermione felt Draco’s body tremble over hers. She pushed her hips against him and all at once, they both released unto each other. Draco’s tongue was deep in her mouth and Hermione shoved back, feeling the depth of their kiss as they came together. He moved off of her at their conclusion and collapsed on his hands and knees on the stairs.

“I don’t think I can stand up,” Hermione finally said once she caught her breath. Draco chuckled, but picked Hermione up and carried her to their bedroom. Not one word was said about where she was or what had just happened on the stairs. Draco flipped her over and with his wand, he healed the bruises and rug burns on her back and hips and then covered her up, before slipping into bed next to her and falling asleep.

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“Uncle Draco, wake up!” Draco rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed to find little Jessie sitting on his chest and bouncing up and down.

“What’s the matter Jessie? You don’t have to go potty do you, ‘cause the bathroom is that way?”

“Can you show me magic? Mummy lost her wand and she used to show me magic.” Jessie was holding Draco’s wand in her hands. He had left it where he always did, on the bedside table. Draco plucked the girl off his chest and laid her in between him and Hermione. Hermione mumbled in her sleep and then turned over on her side.

“It’s too early Jessie. Go back to sleep and I’ll show you magic in the morning.”

“But Uncle Draco, I always get up at this time. Mummy says it’s the best time to see snarfblatts. Can you take me to see them?”

“Jessie, I can’t see snarfblatts, so I can’t take you to see them. Perhaps your Mummy should show you where they hide.”

“They don’t hide! They come out when the sun rises. They dance in the morning dew. Please Uncle Draco!”

“Jessie…” Draco sat up and opened his eyes and he could see the excitement in the four year olds eyes. He reluctantly threw a shirt on and lifted the eager girl into his arms.

“Alright, show me the snarfblatts in the grass and then we both need to get more sleep.”

The sun had just started to peak over the rolling hills of the countryside. The grounds of Serenity were large and natural, unlike the finely manicured grounds at the Manor. Draco loved the pristine beauty of the land, so he kept it virtually the way it was when they bought the place. He trudged merrily along down the hill, with Jessie riding piggyback, and stopping every so often asking the small girl if she saw a snarfblatt yet. The little girl kept telling him to go just a little bit farther and Draco, being the sucker for a cute little girl, obeyed her wishes.

“Uncle Draco, can you sing to me?”

“I don’t sing Jessie,” Draco replied.

“Mummy sings to me when I’m sad.”

“But you aren’t sad right now. You’re happy about all the snarfblatts we are going to see, remember?”

“I’m a little sad. Mummy wasn’t in her bed this morning. I think she came to see the snarblatts. Uncle Draco?”

“Yes, Jessie.”

“Did my Mummy kill my Daddy? Pierre said we were on the run because Mummy killed my Daddy? What’s on the run mean, Uncle Draco?” The little girl fired off, in rapid succession, a series of questions that Draco neither had answers for, nor relished answering even if he did have answers for.

“What song do you want me to sing Jessie?”

“Do you know the Purple Spotted Slaghorned Skrewt?”

“No.”

“Okay Uncle Draco,” the little girl sounded like she might cry, so Draco looked at the orange ball on the horizon, that was the rising sun, and sang the first song that came to his mind.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy, when skies are grey

You’ll never know just, how much I love you…

Please don’t take my sunshine away

The little girl hugged Draco around the neck and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you too Uncle Draco. I wish I had a Daddy that loved me. My Daddy was sham of me.” At hearing that Draco nearly broke down in tears. He knew she was trying to say that Jean Paul was ashamed of her, and the fact that this beautiful little girl had never known the love of a father, and believed that it was because of something she did, infuriated Draco. He set the girl down in the grass and stooped to meet her eyes.

“You listen to your Uncle Draco. You are a perfect little girl in every way. You are smart and funny and cute and loving. Your father had nothing to be ashamed of you about. Do you understand me, Jessie? I love you and your Mummy loves you and Auntie Hermione loves you. We all love you. Anyone who tells you differently, are bad people, and you are not to talk to them. You run away and tell your Uncle Draco. Do you understand Jessie?”

“Yes Uncle Draco. I understand.” Draco picked the girl up into his arms and was about to turn back towards the house again, when he heard laughing coming from the stream on the south grounds. He stepped around a clump of trees and there sitting on a large rock, with the morning sun shining down upon them, was Blaise Zabini and Luna Lovegood. They were leaning back on the rock and kissing. Jessie giggled at seeing this.

“Yuck, kissing. Uncle Draco, why is that man kissing my Mummy?” Draco smirked, and Blaise, who saw Draco and the child out of the corner of his eye, pulled back and smoothed his hair and jacket.

“Have you been here all night, Blaise?”

“Uhhh, Draco! Morning to you too. Yeah after we apparrated back here last night I was leaving when I ran into Luna.”

“He was helping me count the River Ragnaughts.”

“Oh? How many did you count Blaise?” Draco said setting Jessie down. The little girl ran to her mother and plopped down in her lap, while Luna stroked her hair.

“Three or four,”Blaise said stammering. He shot Draco a look that told him to shut up.

“You saw that many? I only counted just the one, but I didn’t see it. I knew it was there though, because while we were kissing I felt it squeeze my bottom. It must have crawled up on this rock,” Luna said innocently. Draco shook his head at Blaise, while Blaise feigned innocence.

“That might have been my hand Luna. I’m sorry.” Blaise blushed and Draco laughed aloud at seeing his friend so off balance. Had he actually just apologized for groping her arse? This was a first.

“Oh,” Luna said blushing too. “You don’t have to apologize, I rather liked it.” At that, Draco called Jessie and told Luna and Blaise to join them for breakfast on the terrace. It was a warm day in late February and in England, you always take full advantage of warm days.

When he arrived back at the house, he crept into his daughter, Jillian’s room and picked up the sleeping infant.

“I love you Jilly. Have I told you what a sweet baby you are? How good you are for Mummy and Daddy.” Draco shuddered and the baby woke up when a flash from a camera temporarily blinded him. When the rather large purple spots before his eyes faded, he saw Hermione grinning at him, waving a moving picture between her fingers.

“That is what muggles refer to as a Kodak moment,” Hermione giggled. Draco looked at her, clueless of her muggle talk and rocked his daughter back to sleep. Hermione opened the door to Scorpius’s room, to ask him what he preferred for breakfast. She was astonished to find that he wasn’t there.

“Draco! Scorpius is gone!” Hermione’s shouts were loud enough to wake the dead.

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Persephone was bouncing on air the next morning. She had managed to get Scorpius to the hospital wing, late last night. The mediwitch, reiterated that Scorpius should not have been flying last night with his injured leg, but that he could recover in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. When Persephone suggested that he be moved back home, the mediwitch snapped at her and asked her if she had a degree in healing magic? He had reinjured the leg and now he was prescribed strict bed rest. Scorpius was agitated when the healer refused to give him the pain relieving potion. She said it was addicting and that he would just have to rough it. Scorpius had cursed at her under his breath and moaned and complained, but eventually fell asleep. As Persephone pushed the door to the hospital wing open, she found something she never expected to find. The wing was overcrowded and noisy. Scorpius was sitting up in bed with a multitude of students and even a Professor hovering over him. Some had scraps of parchment and were asking for his autograph, while others clamored over him, just wanting to be close to him.

Persephone pushed her way through the crowd, but was rudely knocked backwards by a girl with long dark hair and a uniform that was so tight it looked like she had been poured into it. Her shirt looked like a baby shirt the way the buttons were ready to pop, releasing her great mountains of cleavage for all to see. Her skirt was no better. It barely came to her upper thighs. The elastic waistband was rolled down, exposing several inches of her flat stomach, below her belly button!

“Get in line La-Strange!” Violetta Longbotom said, as Persephone fell on her arse. Before she had a chance to rise and attack the bitch, she found herself being trampled upon. She smacked peoples ankles and then finally found her feet again, only to realize that she was now crying like a sissy girl. Embarrassed and pissed off, she left the hospital wing, but not before screaming out to her husband.

“I see your fan club is here, so I’ll just come back later, Scorpius!” She thought she heard a response but she didn’t wait around to find out what he said, so she left, raging mad and feeling like a half person.

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“Luke!” Luke was making for the library when he heard her voice calling out to him. His heart sped up and goose bumps shot down his arms as he turned slowly to see Drew Weasley standing behind him. “I need a word. Do you have a second?” Luke nodded in nonchalant fashion, not wanting to seem too eager, yet inside he was anxious and nervous.

“I didn’t know we were speaking?”

“Don’t be smart, Luke. Molly sent me a letter.” Drew waved a piece of parchment in her hands in front of Luke’s face.

“What’s the meaning of this? Why are you trying to take Artie away?” Drew waived a summons to appear in court in front of Luke’s face. Hermione had obviously filed a petition on Luke’s behalf, asking for joint custody of the baby.

“Oh, it’s Artie now is it? And, I thought twenty minutes a week wasn’t enough time to bond with the baby.” He chose his words carefully, never actually saying the words ‘his son’ but rather referring to Drew’s child as ‘the baby’. It wasn’t that he didn’t love the baby, because he did. He had formed a bond with little Artie, and if he were the true father to he boy, like Drew thought he was, twenty minutes of time a week would not be nearly enough time for a father to spend with his son. However, in this instance, he had asked Hermione to file the court briefs with the Ministry out of pure revenge. Her words, saying her new boyfriend was better then him in every way, still stung, and Luke wasn’t one to forget the wrongs done to him with ease. Gryffindor he may be, but there was still at least a portion of inner Slytherin hidden deep inside him. It hadn’t been an easy placement for the hat in sorting Luke. The hat had struggled to make up its mind of where to put him. The hat sat on his head for ten minutes before the old hat finally mumbled, Gryffindor, as if for the first time, it wasn’t sure of itself one way or the other. What made the situation all the worse for Luke, was the fact that none of the teachers or staff were surprised that it took the hat so long to sort Luke. This bothered Luke and made him feel different right from the start. That’s when he started learning about his mother and father. Luke had a rap sheet of Draco’s stored in his trunk that was a mile long. If Dumbledore or McGonagall or Snape had written it down, then Luke knew about it. He was shocked at some of the things he read about his parents.

He looked at Drew in the eyes, his conviction evident, and then turned away.

“Luke, wait. How about we start over?” At this Luke turned back around with hope blossoming on his face.

“What do you mean start over?”

“I mean, start over, start over. Be my boyfriend again?” Luke’s heart stopped. It literally thudded and stopped. He was sure it had stopped. Hell froze over and pigs sprouted wings and flew.
“What about Teddy Lupin? You know, the guy who is better then me in every way.” Luke caught site of Lily standing a few lengths behind Drew. She nodded a resounding no to Luke, but Luke dismissed the girls warning.

“You know I didn’t mean that. I was just hurt. Teddy…well…it isn’t going to work out for us. He isn’t ready for a girl with a baby.” Drew didn’t say that she wanted to get back together with Luke because she loved him. She just said Teddy didn’t want a baby at his age. Luke didn’t care though. He had dreamed of holding her in his arms for months, so he dropped his bag on the floor and opened his arms and Drew sunk her head into his chest. His mouth came down over hers and the love that he felt for Drew swallowed him up. Lily was nodding and shaking her head, not at all pleased by this development. She thought Drew was using Luke to get him to back off from the custody case, but only time would tell.

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“So what did you find out for me about Raspodin’s figures on the squib numbers?” Draco said under his breath to Blaise, as they sat facing each other in the library.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear Draco, but the numbers are accurate. I cross matched all the names of registered squibs with their health records at St. Mungo’s. I still have Prunella sifting through all the paperwork, but preliminary results are accurate. Raspodin didn’t make that figure up Draco. One in five witches and wizards born today are squibs. Astounding I know. I believed you were right in your assumption that he was fudging the statistics in order to support his campaign. It isn’t the case though.”

“Blaise? How did you get a hold of the records at St. Mungo’s, or dare I ask?” Draco smirked.

“I have my ways. There is a very nice healer that works the night shift in the records department of the hospital.”

“And? Did you shag her on her desk?” Draco was laughing under his breath. He knew his friend.

“No, nothing like that. I’m appalled, Draco. Okay, I did take her out for coffee and sweet talked her a bit, but that’s only because I’m dedicated to your campaign. You should give me a raise for the lengths I go too.”

“Ah yes, I’m betting she has long legs and long blonde hair too? But your right, give yourself a raise. You did good on this one. For once, I’m proud that you’re a slut.”

Blaise cleared his throat and turned his eyes down. Draco looked down to find Jessie staring at him.

“What’s a slut?”

“That is word you will never say again. Do you understand Jessie?” The girl nodded and Luna swept into the library, apologizing for interrupting their meeting. Draco caught the longing stares between Blaise and his sister as he leaned back in his chair, assessing his friends intentions.

When Luna left Draco was deep in thought.

“What are you thinking? You scare me when you get that look.”

“Blaise…What are you doing with my sister?”

“I didn’t shag her, if that’s what you mean.”

“Good to know, because I’d have to kill you if you did. You understand right?” Blaise loosened his collar and fidgeted nervously in his chair.

“Draco, I like her. We kind of have something going. I want your blessing, but I won’t stop seeing her even if you tell me I have to.”

“Blaise, I was just kidding about that,” Draco chuckled.

“Foul git you are. You know that? You had me scared. I remember what your wrath is like, remember?”

“Water under the bridge, Blaise. Though, it surprises me that you would sit here and tell me that you will date Luna with or without my approval. Why?”

“I don’t know why, maybe I’m nutters. I just like her and I feel protective over her and her kids. I can’t explain it. I mean, we talked and kissed and talked some more and kissed and I can’t explain it Draco. She touched me in a way no other woman has before. I think I’m bloody falling in love. Now you can Cruicio me.” Draco smiled at his blushing friend. That had to have been hard for Blaise admit feelings for a woman to Draco. He really was lost and hopeless.

“Look Blaise, Luna is in quite a spot of trouble. She can’t stay here forever. Eventually she is going to have to leave the country. She has quite the baggage too. Believe me when I say that I would love to see you fall in love and settle down, but I’m not sure Luna is the right match for you. She’s in danger.”

“I know. I want to help.” Draco stared into his eyes and found honesty.

“Okay. Well, it won’t be long before the French Ministry and our Ministry come looking for her here. We need to get her out of here. Have any ideas?”

“The Gauntlet?” Blaise offered.

“Yes, my wife’s little pet project.” Draco said sipping his coffee. Blaise was taken a back though.

“Your wife? What does Hermione have to do with it?”

“Oh… Everything,” Draco said instantly.

“Draco, do you know what this means? You could be tried for high crimes against the Ministry. The trail from Hermione to you is wire thin, Draco. You will be convicted of treason and sentenced to death in Azkaban!”

Review!?

Thought I would answer a few of the reviews. I think this is the way authors do it so here goes.

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Consonsance- Thank you! I have had many reviewers tell me the same thing about how I write sex scenes that make sense and aren't just gratuitous. I don't really think about it or plan it out that way, but in real life sex happens for reasons like they do in my stories, so I just try to tap into real life and the reasons people make love and apply it to my stories. I know what you mean though. Sometimes I have noticed authors writing sex just to write sex. I don't blame them though, because I know sometimes reviewers want more sex and an author can feel pressured to write it, even when their story isn't ready for it. I don't do that because my stories are all gloriously smutty anyways LOL Maybe because I don't feel pressured to write sex, it comes out in a believable way? I dunno..interesting review though!

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