Broomsticks and the Big Apple

Broomstick’s and The Big Apple

Chapter 7

The wind was bitter and it howled and battered the multitudes of witches and wizards in the quidditch stands. Hermione and Draco sat gleefully in the stands, holding hands, cheering their son on. Luke had excused himself, claming that he saw a friend he wanted to sit with.

“Look high Scorpius!” Draco shouted when he caught sight of the snitch before his son did.

“Look at you, Draco. You look like a kid in a candy store. You know they have adult leagues in America. You ought to play. You could probably have played professionally if you hadn’t gone into the Ministry.”

“Yeah, but then I’d just have to beat all the women off with a stick. It gets tiresome,”
Draco said with a smirk. Hermione playfully smacked him in the arm.

“Oh, who is that nasty boy? Did you see what he did to Scorpius?” Hermione reacted to a boy who was playing beater for Westwitch, and who had intentionally sent a bludger at Scorpius. “Aren’t they supposed to be trying to hit the other team? Why is he beating up on his own Seeker, Draco?”

“That’s the Stratton kid. I told you about his father, Hermione. I found out his Father has ties to former Death Eaters. He’s actually a distant cousin of mine on my father’s side. The wanker is a serious power player. I took him down a few pegs at work when I garnered enough support to defeat his proposed law.”

“Well, is that any reason for his son to take it out on Scorpius?” Draco kissed Hermione on the nose.

“You are still so naïve. Always the Gryffindor.” Draco narrowed his eyes on the playing field.

“You might not want to watch this Sweet Pea,” Draco said covering Hermione’s eyes.

“Why!? What’s going on Draco?” Hermione removed his hand from his eyes.

“Scorpius is setting up to take that Stratton kid out of the game. He’s going to foul him.”

“But if he fouls him, won’t Scorpius have to sit out for a penalty?”

“Gods your naïve. Yes, Hermione,” Draco laughed.

“Where did he learn this kind of dirty play?” Draco blushed. He had taught Scorpius everything he knew about Quidditch.

Scorpius Malfoy was dodging bludgers from Damien Stratton, who was playing the position of Beater for Westwitch, after one of the beaters on the home team came down with the flu. Scorpius was circling the boy now and Damien looked thoroughly confused.

“Seriously don’t watch Hermione,” Draco said but Hermione’s eyes were glued to her son flying high in the air.

Scorpius careened into the Stratton boy once, knocking the boy sideways on his broom. Before the boy had a chance to recover Scorpius hit him again, flipping his broom in the air, flying in an inward loop and hitting Stratton’s broom hard. Scorpius jerked hard again on his broom and his broom collided with Stratton’s and with a punch to the face thrown by Scorpius, Stratton went sailing through the air, plunging downwards. The whistle blew and the referee threw Scorpius out of the game for a full ten minutes.

“Yes!” Draco cheered.

“Yes? He just got ejected?” Hermione scoffed.

“Just for ten minutes. Look at him Hermione. Do you see what he’s doing?” Draco pointed to his son on the bench now. Healers were lifting Stratton off the field but Scorpius’s eyes were peeled to the skies.

“Is he looking for the snitch?” Hermione asked.

“Not looking. Found it. As soon as the whistle blows he is going to snatch it and win the game.”

“Isn’t that kind of dirty play, Draco?”

“It’s called wining Hermione. You saw the little prick hitting bludgers at him. I taught my son how to play in a realistic world. Not in Potter’s world, where he catches the blimey snitch in his mouth. Merlin, that was stupid.” Hermione giggled and then watched as her son was called back into the game. As predicted, he went straight for the snitch and within thirty second of Scorpius reentering the game, the game was over, with a win for Westwitch. The coach and his teammates were congratulating Scorpius and patting him on the back. Draco whistled in the stands and Scorpius waved up to his parents. He looked happy to see that his parents were back together.

“I’m going down there to congratulate him,” Draco said standing up. Quidditch made Draco giddy like a school boy again. He was definitely living vicariously through Scorpius, because he was clearly excited to congratulate his son.

“I’m going to look for Luke,” Hermione said. She scanned the stands but didn’t see Luke anywhere.

“Pretty sneaky move Malfoy. Teach him that?” A voice stopped both Draco and Hermione.

“Harry!” Hermione threw her arms around Harry Potter.

“Potter,” Draco shook hands with Harry.

“Seriously, that guy had it coming. Feels good to watch the quidditch again.” Harry said. “So we get to roast you tonight Malfoy,” Harry chuckled. Draco scowled and shook his head. Why had he agreed to this!

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“Merlin, I have it, I think!” Luke added the missing ingredient to his potion and stirred it counter clockwise half a stir and then back the other way, three times. He sprinkled a dash of sea salt into the concoction and it bubbled a thin sparkling amber color. He capped the lid of his potion and stuffed it back into his robes.

“There you are!” Drucilla Weasley said finally catching up to Luke. “Where were you right after school?”

“Oh, I-I uhh,” Luke blushed. Girls made him extremely nervous, especially this one. Drew had a pretty smile and Luke felt his insides tremble whenever she spoke to him. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? “I have this thing to go to tonight with my parents.” He wasn’t lying.

“I’m going too. My Dad said he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He said a bunch of people from Britain are coming too. Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, already arrived along with a few other people. They arrived by portkety this afternoon.”

“Lucius Malfoy? Drucilla Weasley? What are you dong here?” Professor Masterson was looming over the two in the Potions classroom.

“I was just leaving sir,” Luke said nervously.

“Me too Sir,” Drew high-tailed it out of the room.

“Wait Mr. Malfoy. I’d like a word with you. You never stayed after class the last time I said I needed to speak you.”

“Must have slipped my mind. I’ve been so busy with my classes and adjusting to a new school in a new country.”

“Bullshit, Luke.”

“Wha…” Luke was caught off guard. Everyone always believed him. He was quiet and kept good grades and never got in trouble. No Professor had ever questioned him.

“You’re messing with some advanced magic. Does your father know about his?” The Professor eyed him suspiciously.

“Umm, no Professor.”

“Because your father was quite good at Potions too. I’ll bet that he would help you with whatever you are brewing.” His father? How did he even know his father?

“I didn’t know my father was good at Potions. It doesn’t mater though, because I’m done anyways.”

“And if I asked you to show me what you are hiding in your robes?”

“I’d ask you not to make me do that Sir. Are you going to tell the Headmaster about this?”

“No. I want you to tell your Father what you have brewed. If you don’t then I will,” The Professor of History of Magic left at that. Luke’s heart was racing. That was too close for comfort. He left quickly. The quidditch match was probably over and he had to find his mother before she noticed his absence. He had been gone too long. Luke was good at juggling balls, but lately everything seemed to be coming down around him. He felt stressed out by it all too. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone!

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“Let’s go already! I want to get this over with,” Draco said eagerly. Hermione bounded out of the bedroom wearing a strapless red dress, knowing Draco had an affinity for red dresses on Hermione. Her hair was piled loosely atop her head, with ringlets of chestnut waves cascading down her face. On her earlobes, she wore her favorite ruby earrings, ones that Draco had given her on their first anniversary. They were encrusted with diamonds and bordering on gaudy they were so expensive looking.

“Wow! What happened to the Gryffindor robes?” Draco said and Hermione blushed.

“Somebody ripped them to shreds. I wonder who,” she said under her breath.

“Your welcome,” Draco said twirling his wife under his arm, and watching her dress flare in all the right places, with a lustful expression.

“For what am I thanking you for?” Hermione smiled coyly.

“For the money that paid for this sickening display of wealth,” Draco chuckled. “Aren’t you afraid your scrupulous Gryffindor pals might think you have been tainted by my money?” Hermione smiled and straightened Draco’s tie.

“They aren’t richer then Elvis. I am. When you got it, you got it. And I do,” Hermione said slinking her leg up the side of Draco’s outer thigh. He wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly moved her backwards towards the bedchamber.

“No, no. You have to wait for later. I have to show this fabulous dress off.” Draco grumbled but took her by the hand and called the boys from their rooms.

“Dad, I asked this girl to the party. I want you both to meet her,” Scorpius said with Luke trailing behind him. Both boys were dressed in suits. Scorpius looking very much like a younger version of Draco.

“Of course we will meet her. Now remember boys. This is an R rated night, so all the children will be in the adjoining hall. I expect you to behave and act like gentlemen. There will be a lot of your father’s contacts from the Ministry there tonight. Don’t be picking fights with their sons,” Hermione said looking straight at Scorpius. With that, the Malfoy family left for the Charity Wizard’s Roast.

Draco looked dashing as he greeted the many familiar faces from the present and also form years past. He wore an exquisite tuxedo, preferring not to wear his old Slytherin robes. He was rich, so he dressed rich. This was what he was comfortable in. He didn’t think so many Brits would show tonight, being that they were an ocean apart, but apparently the opportunity to stick it to Draco Malfoy, was too grand an event to pass up. He saw old school chums, old colleagues from work at the Ministry and a lot of old girlfriends. He felt extremely uncomfortable around them, with his wife so close. As he observed the crowd, he tried to remember just who he had fucked over and how. But he finally gave up, when he realized that he was a pretty slick player back in the day and that he fucked a lot of people over. It would be pointless to try to remember in all the ways in which he had wronged them. Screw them, he said to himself. If they were dumb enough to be screwed over by him, then they deserved it. He didn’t really think that, but he tried to talk himself into it. He would need a thick skin tonight.

The host of the event stood and greeted everyone. There was a champagne fountain in the center of the room where many congregated, intent on getting inebriated. Draco was forced to sit on a ridiculous throne like chair on a stage, where he would be the butt of everyone jokes for the next two hours, while Hermione stood with Harry and Ginny and Ron and George on the floor. The first Roaster to stand and take the stage was a Slytherin girl that Draco had defiled many years prior, taking her virginity in his fourth year. As he recalled, he dumped her after she made snorting noises in the midst of her orgasm. Yes, it was superficial, but he had his true love, so he wasn’t going to beat himself up over it.

“…and I was so young, I didn’t know any better. Now though, after suffering through the many bad lovers this life has brought me, and the subsequent dry spells, which is a part of my life now…I would like to thank Draco Malfoy for showing me what a real lover is.” Hermione spit her champagne out and Draco buried his head in his hands. She didn’t stop there though, no, she kept going as the crowd gasped. “It’s been so long for me that I thought for sure I must have cob webs in my vagina, so if there are any wizards out there tonight that want to share my affections, I am staying at the Dragon Witch in room 557.” Ginny was laughing so hard as she tugged on Hermione’s arm. “I have toys to enhance the experience and even some muggle porn. I know my arse is a lot fatter then it used to be back in school. But I’ll go down on you and…” The announcer yanked the mic from the woman and escorted her off the stage. Many men clamored around her and she seemed to be heaven. Draco was smirking so big he could barely contain himself.

Ron was called to the mic next and Hermione shuddered.

“What can I say? He was a giant prick in school. He stole my woman from me. Yeah, and now my daughter wants to date their youngest son, Luke. Lucky me!” Ron gulped his champagne down and stumbled off the stage. Draco raised his eyebrows and so did Hermione. She had no idea that Drew and Luke were even friends.

“Let me say that I had the opportunity to see Malfoy in a little different light than the rest of you… or maybe not. I went to Draco Malfoy when I was just expanding my business into the European markets,” George said at the mic. “I was looking to sell some stock off, to liquidate my assets, in order to expand into the foreign markets. Well Malfoy graciously handed me a check for ten percent of my company. His money allowed me to open a shop in Brussels and Barcelona and Venice.” Everyone clapped but Draco stirred uncomfortably in his chair. He knew what was coming next. “Yes, a week later he sold the ten percent on the Wizard Exchange and made three times what I sold it to him for. Thanks Malfoy! You’re the man!” George winked and raised his glass to Draco. Draco sipped his drink and smirked. How was it his fault if he didn’t keep up on the Wizard Exchange rates? Not Draco’s fault. That was however a tidy profit. He had bought Hermione’s ring with the profit he made on that transaction. He remembered that the ruddy storekeeper had almost blown it too, and spilled the beans, while he stood in the jewelry shop picking out rings with Hermione. He smiled at Hermione with the devilish thought swimming in his head. If she had any idea.

Hermione took the stage now. The crowd cheered and encouraged her to spill some dirt on her husband.

“Yes I’m Draco Malfoy’s wife. What can I say about my darling Dragon that you don’t already now? He was a bit ruthless in business; he used to call me hideous names back in school. He was a man whore, sleeping with more women then Wilt Chamberlin, or close to it anyway.” Nobody knew who the muggle basketball player was, but they got the idea that he slept with a lot of witches. “On the flipside, he is a loving and caring Father. Yes, he has taught my two sons how to be ruthless too, so watch out when they get older ladies and business associates.” Hermione guzzled her champagne and cleared her throat again. Draco was smiling at her with a raised eyebrow. “I married him because I loved him. I’d finally found a snarky and rude, condescending and selfish man to love me. But then he changed. He became the man you see sitting here today. A man who has raised more money for charity then any former British Minister. A man who has saved my life on numerous occasions. A man who took our wizarding society and turned it upside down, righted many of the wrongs that have plagued our society for so long. Witches rights, house elves rights, children’s rights, and he did it all from his heart.” There was thunderous applause and Hermione raised her glass to Draco. He stood up and kissed Hermione on the cheek. “I also want to add that, all the bubble headed blondes I see staring up at my husband with rose colored glasses on and lust in their eyes…He may have slept with you back in the day, but now I am his wife. I have everything with Draco that you only wish you could have. I have the man’s heart,” Hermione looked to Draco who nodded deeply ion agreement, “and he is a fantastic lover, if I do say so myself. And you…you are living in your cottages with your belching, overweight boyfriends while you chug back a bottle of firewhiskey and wish that you had half of what I have. I love you honey, and I love your money!” Hermione glared at one particular blonde that had been making tongue gestures to Draco the entire time Hermione was speaking. Draco was rolling on the floor nearly in tears at his wife’s last comment and Ginny was clapping wildly. Some of the ditzy sluts at the edge of the stage tossed their hair and left he party.

“This has been a lot of fun tonight, reminiscing and getting to see all the familiar faces,” Harry Potter took the stage. He looked particularly hot tonight in his tux and slicked back hair. He had finally figured out how to get his hair to lie down with just a smidgeon of muggle hair gel. “I’m not going to stand up here and talk about how Draco Malfoy hexed me, hit me, hated me, made my life a living hell for years, taunted and provoked me. No, I am instead going to honor a man who changed the world we know and love. A highly skilled sorcerer and a man with a golden heart, a real role model to our youth. Of course I’m referring to Dumbledore…but cheers to Draco Malfoy anyway!” Harry raised his glass and Draco shook his head and laughed.

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“Well this is it Luke! Nobody will have to see you again. You’ll never be able to talk to girls like Scorpius does. Your parents will never see you for who you are. They only see what they want to see. In fact, I hate looking at you,” Luke said looking at his own reflection as he stood in the bathroom stall of the dance hall. He could hear all the laughter and voices of the partygoers all having a great time. He was not having a good time. He never had a good time. Nobody understood him. Now he could obliterate the person looking at him in the mirror. He would never have to see that pathetic, gawky and tall kid looking back him. He wasn’t blond like his father, he wasn’t popular like Scorpius. He was nobody. He was just Luke Malfoy, younger brother to Scorpius, the star quidditch player, son of his War hero mother and of business tycoon and Minister of Magic. He could never amount to half of what his parents expected. He dropped his head, too repulsed to look at the face looking back at him in the mirror, and swirled the potion in his glass. He had poured the potion into a drinking glass, feeling like he would toast to himself and all his hard work that was finally going to pay off, as he prepared to swallow the concoction of his own brewing.

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“You look really pretty tonight,” Scorpius said to Persephone, his date for the party. The kids were in the room next to adults and they too had a sparkling grape juice fountain, food and music. Some kids danced while others chatted in different circles. It was a formal night and Persephone looked stunning in a baby blue dress with spaghetti straps and a lightweight sweater over her shoulders. Scorpius was dangerously close to kissing the fourth year girl. He had her tucked away in the corner of the room where they stood only inches apart.

“You look handsome too.” The girl blushed in Scorpius gazes. “Congrats on wining the game. My sister was cursing your name after the game. She said, that you catching the snitch, disregarded the four goals she made.”

“Persephone?” Scorpius leaned closer.

“Yes?”

“Let’s not talk about Serena.” He moved closer and wrapped his hand around her waist, his other hand on the wall next to her head.

“What do you want to talk about then?” Persephone said, her eyes flitting closed as Scorpius’s mouth plunged down on her lips. He kissed her softly and sweetly. When he pulled away, he was on fire. He had never kissed a girl like that. That felt incredible. Before when he kissed a girl, it was just as a means of getting her to potentially take her clothes off. Kissing was just a base you had to run around, to get to second and third. After nearly scoring a homerun with Serena though, he wasn’t quite as quick to step up to the plate anymore. He wanted something special, not just a shag. Kissing Persephone was better then anything he could have imagined. Perhaps there was something to waiting.

“Perhaps you could get us some drinks?” Persephone said, blushing after their kiss.

“It would be my pleasure,” Scorpius smiled and left to retrieve some drinks. He turned and Persephone waved to Scorpius. He wanted to check his appearance in the mirror. He felt like he was on fire and he was extremely hot after the kiss with Persephone. He walked into the bathroom to find his brother tilting back a glass of some unknown liquid.

“Luke? What the fuck you got there bro?” Scorpius approached Luke, as he swallowed two thirds of the potion in the glass down. “Merlin you little shit! I never figured you for the type. Way to go! Let me have some champagne too. How did you knick it with all the adults looking?” Luke tried to protest, but Scorpius took the glass from his hand and swallowed the remaining liquid in the glass.

“Eccckk! What was that?” Scorpiuus said choking on the foul tasting potion.

“You dumbass! I can’t believe you did that Scorpius! Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean? What is it Luke?”

“What were you thinking when you took it and drank it? This is really important Scorp! What were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking that I’m hot, it’s bloody hot in here and that I’m thirsty and wanted osme champagne you freak of nature. What the bloody hell is going on Luke?”

“Oh Merlin,” Luke shuddered. He looked down at his own hands and they flickered out. He was turning invisible. Scorpius froze. his eyes going wide as he watched his brother’s hands and then arms and then legs disappear before his very eyes.

“Luke, your body is disappearing!”

“Scorpius, you shouldn’t have drank the potion. Look at your feet.” Scorpius looked down and his feet were on fire. He was glowing with flames. He was surprised that it didn’t hurt, but shocked at what he saw. Orange and blue flames shot up his legs and then his torso and then he watched in horror as Luke disappeared completely, while his own body was wracked in an inferno of flames.

“Mum! Dad! Luke!” Scorpius screamed as loud as he could as he stood utterly dumbfounded.

“Shut up Scorpius, I’m right here!” Luke assured his brother.

“Where?”

"Here," Luke put his invisible hand on Scorpius's flaming shoulder.

“Mum!” Scorpius yelled.

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I had to write this chapter. I’ve been looking forward to it for two days lol Merlin’s Coven will be updated by tonight. Starting on new chapter now! For anyone unsure how to pronounce Persephone, it sounds like (purr-seff-on-knee) Not trying to insult anyone here, it’s just that I did pick a different kind of name just like Hermione’s name. Windski noticed that lol Persephone was in Greek Mythology…Or Roman… I can’t bloody remember which, I get them confused. I am writing Merlin’s Coven update now! Should be up later tonight.