Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Chapter Eight

“Wait, what about me and Ginny!” Hermione cried out as Draco and Harry raced past them.

“No time Sweet Pea! Talk to Cornelius at Azkaban. Bring the Aurors with you. We are going to follow Nathaniel. No time, have to go love, be careful!”

“You be careful too!” Hermione looked around at the mess on the balcony of the restaurant and cringed.

“Come on, I’ll help you,” Ginny smiled. The two girls flicked their wands and the mess disappeared, leaving a clean floor and tablecloth behind. Hermione and Ginny were another story. There hair and clothes were a sticky, disgusting mess.

“Come on. We can change at The Manor. I need to send an owl to the Auror’s office at the Ministry. God, I hope he’s careful.” Hermione watched as Draco stood on the street watching the bird that hovered above. Obviously, Nathaniel had turned himself into the raven again and was circling overhead, watching Draco. Harry ran out of a shop on Diagon Alley and tossed Draco a new broom. They both got on broomstick and took off faster then a speeding bullet, their rapid departure causing a small crowd to form as the multitudes of shopping witches and wizards watched and pointed at Harry Potter and The Minister of Magic, clearly after something.

“At least they can both keep up with each other. Draco’s right, I wouldn’t be any good to him right now. Not on broomstick anyways. “Hermione stood and motioned for Ginny to grab a hold of her. Ginny took her arm hesitantly, but with a smile.

POP

They were standing at the front door of Malfoy Manor. Hermione spoke the magic word and the door opened. Ginny walked in cautiously. The last time she had been here, it hadn’t been a good experience, or if it was, she certainly wasn’t letting on. She looked uneasy and Hermione soothed her worry with a friendly hand on her shoulder.

“Just relax Gin.” Hermione sat down at the roll top desk in the library. “If you want to take a shower, it’s upstairs, first door on the right. I have some clean clothes that should fit you, in the closet.” Ginny nodded and then began to leave, before turning around.

“Hermione? I have something I need to tell you. You may not want me along after I do though.” Hermione lifted her head from her letter and set the quill down next to the parchment. “It wasn’t he first time I kissed Draco.” Ginny said grimacing.

“What? This has happened before?” Hermione said shocked.

“Yes. Not when you were married though! God,no.No, I’m not a whore, Hermione.”

“Okay then when?”

“After a Slytherin versus Gryffindor quidditch game, once.”

“I see. And what happened?” Hermione’s eyes were narrowing on her friend. Draco had never mentioned this and she wondered why. This cast a new light on their little slip of the tongue in the dining room.

“I don’t think he knew it was me he was kissing though. That’s all we did was kiss, but yeah, it was Draco alright. All of us hated him back then and we were drunk that night, so I didn’t bring it up to anyone. I was mortified that I had made out in a broom closet with Draco Malfoy.”

“Did you like it?” Hermione asked, unsure if she really wanted to hear the answer. If she kissed Draco then she definitely liked it. He was a phenomenal kisser, the best even.

“Hermione…I just thought I should get everything out in the open. I think I’ll have that shower now, unless you want to throw me out?”

“Ginny, Draco kissed a lot of girls back then. He was a whore,alright. I knew that. So I’m not mad. I wished you told me sooner, but it makes me trust you more that you are telling me now. So, tell me, did you like it?”

“Yeah, Hermione, I suppose I did. I think it had more to do with the fact though, that up until then I had been snogging Dean Thomas and that after Dean, pretty much anybody looked good. But yes, I did enjoy it. He’s a good kisser, I’m not going to lie to you. You know that though.”

“Yes, I do know that. He’s quite good at other things too,” Hermione blushed thinking about their last time in the bedchamber where Draco had pumped her full of his semen as they made passionate love.

“So are we okay then?”

“Yeah, we’re okay. Just remind me to not trust you with my husband and a bottle of firewhiskey,” Hermione chuckled at her own joke and the way Ginny looked petrified of Hermione right at that moment. “Go get changed. We are leaving for Azkaban.” With that, Hermione handed the letter she had penned to Grinchy the owl and watched it fly away.

Hermione showered and changed too and was relieved to see Grinchy return with a correspondence so quickly. Hermione quickly opened the sealed envelope and read.

To the Minister of Magic and Hermione Malfoy (who we know penned this letter NOT the Minister of Magic, himself.)

We regretfully inform you that none of our Aurors will be able to escort you to Azkaban on this night. Mr. Olivander was killed tonight inside his shop. We believe it was a robbery, as the store was left in total disarray. We need to take inventory and question witnesses. Leads have been few and far between. Tell the Minister that we would be happy to arrange a meeting with the dementors of Azkaban and Cornelius Blackstone next Tuesday. My apologies.

Auror Night Watchman.

“Nuts!” Hermione crumpled the piece of paper and began to pace the library once again.

“All ready to go! Will we will be flying or…do they have floo’s at Azkaban?” Ginny said casting a quizzical look.

“The Ministry won’t arrange the meeting. Too bad Draco isn’t here. He could force their hand in the matter. That’s it! “ Hermione began sifting through the books on the shelf, pulling stacks of books out and looking behind the rows.

“Hermione? What are you doing?”

“Hurry! Help me look. I once saw Lucius put a vial of polyjuice potion behind here for safekeeping. He didn’t know I was looking. We have to find it.” Now both Ginny and Hermione were searching through the rows of books. Finally, Ginny pulled something out.

“That’t it! Now just let me go get a hair from Draco’s brush and we can go.” Hermione raced up the stairs, while Ginny watched her friend with a dumbfounded look on her face. She returned a moment later and then stirred the white blond hair of her husband’s into the potion.

“If I drink this, I can be Draco for a little while. We can go talk to Blackstone and find out where Nathaniel lives. Then we can meet up with our husbands.”

“Hermione…won’t it look funny if I show up at Azkaban with Draco? I mean, you are his wife. If anyone should drink this and turn into Draco, it should be me. Don’t you think? We don’t want to start a scandal, Minister of Magic seen with wife’s best friend and wife of Harry Potter. I already feel bad enough after that whole sordid mess.”

“You have a point. Can you pretend to be Draco for a little while?” Ginny turned around and hid her face, as if preparing herself and then turned back to Hermione , swaggering.

“Yes, I wear only the finest robes. I am rich and sexy and God’s gift to women.” Ginny swaggered around the room in her best impersonation of Draco. Hermione was nearly rolling on the floor laughing.

“That’s the old Draco Gin. The new Draco is more like this.” Hermione put her chest forward and raised and eyebrow at Ginny. “Tell me you want me to fuck you Sweet Pea.” Hermione dropped the impression and laughed while Ginny snorted with laughter.

“It’s good enough though. You can be Draco.” Ginny took a swig of the polyjuice potion and Hermione watched in horror as her best friend turned into her husband.

“I think we are going to have to fly. It’s a good thing one of us is a decent flyer. Least it won’t look funny when we fly in on broomstick,” Ginny said reaching for Draco’s Firebolt, that was leaning against the wall of the coat closet. They stepped outside and Hermione got on the back of the broom with Ginny, driving as they took off into the starry sky.

“Just there! He went down in that forest,” Harry said swooping low as Draco followed him.

“How did you see that in the dark?” Draco asked Potter.

“I always was better then you at seeing the snitch Malfoy,” Harry laughed.

“The fuck you were Potter. You were so overrated it was sick,” Draco said seriously, as both men descended into the dense trees below. They landed their brooms and then Draco stopped short.

“Did you hear something?” Harry was listening intently, but when he didn’t hear anything he waved his hand for Draco to follow. They crept through the shadows of the dark foreboding forest. They had been flying for what felt like an eternity. Draco’s hands were cold from the journey and he blew in them to warm his cold pale fingers. Harry turned when a dim light appeared.

“What? You don’t expect me to walk around wearing dirty clothes do you?” Draco said casting a cleaning charm over himself. His shirt was pressed and white once again. Harry still had grimy food and stains on his clothes but he shook his head as if that was the least of his concerns.

“With your owl-like vision, did you happen to see where that raping brother of mine went? These woods are pretty big. We could be here for weeks looking for him.”

“No, I didn’t. Can’t expect me to do everything,” Harry laughed.

“Oh, that was a joke? Stick to your day job Potter.Let’s spread out. We can cover more ground if we split up,” Draco said.

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“No. I think we should stay together. We don’t know what we are going to run into. Two wands work better then one.” Harry interjected.

“Afraid of things that go bump in the night Potter? Do you still sleep with a Merlin night lamp too?”

“No, and I had a Donald duck nightlight.”

“Donald duck? Who the bloody hell is that?”

“Duck that talks, friends with Mickey Mouse, nevermind already!”

“I know you heard that, didn’t you?” Draco asked once again hearing a crack of a tree branch breaking in front of them in the shadows. Then he saw movement up ahead. He took off on foot and Harry ran after him. Something was in front of him, running through the woods. He could hear the exhausted pants of the figure in front, and then Draco leapt through the air, tackling whoever or whatever it was. He exchanged blows with the figure, finally pinning him down to the dried leaves and twigs on the forest floor.

“Get a light on him. I got him!” Draco called out to Harry who had run up alongside him now.

“Lumos!” Harry shone the light down in the figure’s face.

“You!? What are you doing here?” Draco stepped back when the face of the figure was revealed.

Ginny as Draco and Hermione, approached the creepy prison of Azkaban. Dementors swooped on broomstick around the grounds of the carved in rock, prison. Everything was black, even the stars no longer shone above, as they edged closer to the terrifying institution. Hermione had sent many,many criminals here, never really thinking of Azkaban as anything more then a victory, and the place where the “bad guys” went after being convicted of their deadly crimes. Now, as the made their descent towards the prison she felt a petrifying fear grip her and her stomach suddenly tensed making her feel as if she would vomit at any moment.

“Ginny, I’m scared. I think I might be sick.”

“Just don’t puke on my designer shirt, Hermione.” Ginny said and Hermione gave her an unfriendly tap on the shoulder.

“Just getting into character.”

“Okay but Draco isn’t mean to me. He kisses me a lot and always holds me around the waist.”

“Great. So, I get to see what it’s like to be a lesbian for a day. You better not tell anyone about this Hermione,I mean Sweet pea,” Ginny said in a deep husky voice.

“Trust me. I will probably have nightmares about this,” Hermione admitted.

They landed safely and were greeted by two dementors. Hermione felt her body grow colder and every hair on her head was standing on end. Ginny snaked an arm around Hermione’s waist, as she prepared to play the role of her life.

“Minister of Magic to see one…” Ginny looked at Hermione, she couldn’t remember the name of the prisoner that they had come to see.

“Cornelius Blackstone,” Hermione said piping in, on cue.

“Thanks Sweet Pea,” Ginny leaned in and kissed Hermione. It may have been Draco’s lips kissing her but it was nothing like Draco’s passion and heat. Hermione decided not to focus on the weird sensations that were coursing through her body. It was too disturbing to think on.

“He has vital information that the Ministry needs,” Ginny as Draco as Minister of Magic said.

“It’s m-m-most unusual, to have the M-M-M-Minister here at Azkaban,” a wiry middle-aged man stammered. He was thin and malnourished looking and Hermione wondered if it was a prisoner. She then noticed the badge on his breast coat pocket and decided that he must be a manager or guard.

“Did you hear me? I don’t have all day. I want you to bring me to Cornelius Blackstone. Lives are on the line here. If you want to keep your job then I suggest you…”

“Yes, y-y-yes Sir! One m-m-moment Sir and Madame.” The wiry man left for a moment and then returned with two dementors. “They will show you to his cell. I must warn you not to s-s-speak to the other prisoners…and…I d-d-d-don’t know how Blackstone will respond to you. A-a-azkaban does evil things to it’s r-r-esidents. He may not speak at all,” the man warned. Ginny Draco shook her head and grabbed Hermione by the hand. Hermione could feel Ginny’s hand trembling in hers so she leaned in and whispered in her ear to relax, that she was doing great at portraying Draco.

They passed by numerous cells, built into the rocks of the prison. Dementors swept through the corridor’s and they could hear the ear piercing screams of murderers and rapists, as they descended into the torturous halls of hell. The air was thick and droplets of water echoed in their ears with the resounding force of a tumultuous waterfall. Every noise grated on Hermione’s nerves. She wondered if the walls of this prison had been enchanted, so that even the most innocent of sounds carried with it a feeling of dread and impenetrable fear.

“Itty bitty Malfoy baby! How’s your mother itty bitty blood traitor? I should have killed you when I had the chance!” The snarled and pale face of Bellatrix Lestrange lunged against the bars as they passed her cell. Ginny jumped back and flinched at seeing Bellatrix’s gaunt and deathly face.

“My mum killed her. How is she here?” Ginny whispered to Hermione as they passed the evil witch’s cell.

“Azkaban plays tricks on your mind. Who did you see back there?”

“It was Bellatrix, Hermione. That was Bellatrix Lestrange!”

“No Ginny. It was just a deranged witch. Get a hold of yourself, alright. This is too important.” Finally, the dementors that were leading the pair through the dank halls of Azkaban stopped and swooped on them. Hermione knelt as the Dementor flew around her head, causing a wave of panic to grip her to her very core. She closed her eyes and waited for it to be over. Finally she felt Ginny(Draco) hand on her shoulder, tapping her to let her know they were gone. Hermione opened her eyes only to be met with the bugged out yellow eyes of a man with greasy hair and warts allover his face as he hissed at Hermione, his blackened and rotting tongue making disgusting and vulgar tongue gestures. Hermione gasped, her mouth falling open in shock and fear. She fell back into Draco (Ginny) and Ginny caught her before she hit the cold hard stone floor.

“Are you Cornelius Blackstone? We have to ask you about Nathaniel…” Hermione paused and then uttered it, “Nathaniel Malfoy.”

“How did you get here? Why are you here Father?” Draco said looking down at the face of Lucius Malfoy. “I thought you were in the French Riviera?”

“Because you can’t kill Nathaniel,Draco. I can.” Lucius said flatly.

“What do you mean I can’t kill Nathaniel? I’m going to kill him.”

“Because he’s your brother, Draco. You won’t be able to do it. I’m here to make sure that you do.”

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