The Scorpions Kiss

I still don’t own anything Jk Rowling does! This chapter takes place during the same night as the previous chapter.



Chapter 8- Starry Night



Draco was out on the Quidditch field teaching some fifth year players the Wronski Feint move as Hermione prepared her classwork for the following day. She had taken Scorpius from the Hospital wing after Madame Pomphrey came down with a bad case of purple spots, after a second year student played a practical joke on her and spiked her tea with some purple jilly powder. It wasn’t harmful except for the itching and ringing in the ears that it caused.



“Will you play wit me Miss “Mione?” Scorpius was gently tugging on Hermione’s robes.



“Just one more minute sweetie I am just about done.” Hermione closed her book and looked up to see Scorpius dressed from head to toe in Hermiones Head of house Gryffindor colors. She let out a hearty laugh and Scorpius giggled in delight.



“Has somebody been in my closet?” Hermione leaned down and fluffed the cap on the tikes head so it wasn’t covering his eyes.



“Yes Mione,” Scorpius looked down at the ground.



“Well it’s alright this time but next time ask me okay?” and the little boys face was glowing again.



“So why are you wearing my Gryffindor clothes?”



Scorpius paused to think about his answer and then his answer came to him and he was excited and smiling wide at Hermione, “I want to be with you Miss ‘Mione!”



“But I thought you wanted to be in Slytherin house like your Daddy?” Hermione said looking into his beautiful silver eyes.



“Nope Gryffindor.” Hermione giggled when he couldn’t pronounce Gryffindor and instead said Grifitoe.



“Scorpius, what do you say we go get some hot chocolate and go down and see what’s keeping your Daddy?” The small child ran into his bedroom and grabbed his little red broom and met Hermione anxiously at the door.



Hermione and Scorpius walked down the hill to the quidditch field; his tiny hand in hers, trusting her, as she guided him down the steep embankment. She had hoped as they walked, that Draco was in a good mood, because Scorpius was still dressed from head to toe in Gryffindor clothes. The weather had shifted and she could feel winter upon them. It would snow soon.



“Scorpius are you old enough to remember the snow?” Hermione asked.



“Booger snow trolls?” Scorpius looked up at Hermione with a puzzled look on his face.



“What! What on earth are you talking about? Hermione was now thinking about her own run in with a troll in the bathroom her first year with Ron and Harry.



“You know ‘Mione..” Scorpius was swinging Hermione’s arm back and forth as they walked.



“No I don’t know what you mean can you explain it to me Scorpius?” Hermione found herself deep in a conversation with a three year old and surprisingly, she loved every minute of it. He was such a sweet boy. How could he have such a horrible and mean spirited grandfather. The best Hermione could figure was that Draco had taken the boy to Bulgaria, maybe during quidditch season she thought to herself, and they had made trolls in the snow instead of snowmen. She would definitely have to ask Draco about this later.



“There’s Daddy! Go run up to him and give him a hug why don’t you.” Hermione laughed as the little child ran to Draco, his little legs giving it all their might.



Hermione watched from fifty yards away as Draco plucked the child up and hugged him in his arms. He set him back down andlooked at Hermione in a state of shock at the attire his son was dressed in. Hermione made her way to her two favorite gentlemen who were standing in the middle of the quidditch field waiting for her to join them. Practice had already ended and it looked like Draco was putting the balls away.



“Really cute Granger. “ and Draco pulled out his wand and flicked it and Scorpius was now wearing green.



“No son of mine will ever be in Gryffindor. Sorry squirt,” he pulled his cap down over his eyes and Scorpius swatted at him in the dark.



“Draco we should talk,” Hermione looked serious now.



“Uhh ohh,” Draco said.



“No, it’s nothing bad,”



“Scorpius, do you want to chase the golden snitch while I talk to Hermione?”



Scorpius was screaming wildly in the open air and Draco released the snitch. Scorpius hopped on his broom and took off.



Hermione looked scared at the sight of the little boy flying.



“It’s ok Granger it only goes up about ten or fifteen feet, what did you want to talk about?” He stopped and held her hands in his.



“Well its about Scorpius. “ she said apprehensively.



“What did he do now? Wasn’t into the potions room again was he? Professor McCallen still won’t talk to me after that whole mess he made. Hermione laughed.



“No, no nothing like that.” Draco looked surprised at this. He knew Scorpius was a curious little boy who got himself into trouble sometimes.



“I mean, what are you and me doing here? Scorpius is getting really attached to me Draco and I am worried about him is all.” Hermione said with all seriousness.



“I see. Well is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Draco asked.



“Its good.” Hermione said effortlessly.



“Okay then there is your answer.” Draco said, smirking at Hermione.



“No, you didn’t answer the question.” Hermione said with a sense of annoyance in her tone.



“Are you asking me what my intentions are Hermione?” Draco always had a way of cutting through the bull.



“I suppose I am Draco.” Hermione had cornered him with this question and there was no skating out of it.



“Well what do you want?” he said after some thought.



“Draco, that’s not fair I asked you first.” Hermione was starting to get worried now.



“You have to have all the answers all of the time don’t you?” Draco looked at her with a sly look on his face.



“Draco I’m being serious, please I want to know what we are doing here.” Hermione seemed agitated and was now holding back tears.



“I’m sorry, don’t get your bonnet in a fix. Don’t you know how I feel about you?” Draco said copping out.



“No I mean yes, I mean no. Draco I wouldn’t be asking you if I knew!” Hermione was now thoroughly frustrated with him and she threw her arms into the air and started back towards the castle.



“Stop Granger you have the wrong idea!” Draco called out to her as she stormed off.



“I can’t chase you, you know! Scorpius is here.” Scorpius was way on the other side of the quidditch pitch after he had spotted the snitch. Draco glanced back at him and then to Hermione who was still walking away.



“Damn it Hermione get back here, please!” Draco sounded pissed at this point.



“You had your chance!” she called back turning around to look at him. Their eyes locked and he knew there was no way she was going to turn around and come back. He had pushed her too far. Hermione turned around and started walking again, her arms swinging quickly at her sides.



“To think I was actually going to make love to him tonight. Draco Malfoy, my first to share my bed. Fat chance! I am seriously mental.” Hermione was cursing under her breath, so much, she didn’t see Draco who had hopped on his broom and was heading straight at her.



He rode up alongside of her and scooped her up onto his broom and took off straight up and up and up until they burst through the clouds, where he took her in his arms.



“Is this what you want Granger?” Hermione was scared and her eyes were wide with fear until she saw the most beautiful starlit sky she had ever seen. They twinkled in the night and cast a glow on her boyfriend who held her tightly, his breath on her cold face, his heart beating fast against her chest.



“I love you Hermione.”



Draco kissed her so deeply and passionately that she forgot all about being a thousand feet up in the sky on a broom that she probably would not trust even on a good day. Hermione squealed in delight as she ran her tongue along his lips plunging her tongue deep into his mouth.



“Now if you don’t mind I am going to have to cut this short, my son is down there.”



He smiled and pointed down and then as quick as he had taken them up, he plummeted back down to the ground landing safely. Scorpius was still chasing the snitch on his little red broom in the exact same place as they had left him only moments earlier.



“My turn my turn daddy!” Scorpius was holding his hands up to Draco who was still sitting on his broom as Hermione climbed down off his lap.



“That was …I..” and Hermione had no words.



“I know,” and Draco blushed now. He took off on his broom with his son. Hermione stood there looking up at Draco and Scorpius as she yelled out…



“I love you too!” Hermione had never felt such exhilaration in her whole life as she watched the man she loved fly through the night.



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