Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Broomsticks and Bedfellows

Chapter Nine

“I don’t think he’s listening to you ‘Mione.” Ginny said shaking the bars of Cornelius Blackstone’s cell.

“Mr. Blackstone please! Can you tell us where Nathaniel lives?”

“Give us a rat ye will? I share it wiv ya. Bit tuff but if ye put ye teev togevva and chew it aint so feckin’ bad as nuvvin.”

“Revolting! He wants to eat rats with us Hermione. The guy is seriously demented. We aren’t going to get anything out of him.”

“Mr. Blackstone, Nathaniel killed tonight! He killed a reputable wand maker. Do you know why?”

“Mentta is Nathaniel. Danedruss mage he is. Fecks wiv da mine he does.”

“Yes, yes he uses powerful mind magic. Where can we find him Cornelius?” Hermione motioned towards something that moved in the corridor. Ginny looked to see a rat scurrying by them. “Get it Gin-Draco. Maybe he’ll talk if we give him the rat.”

“Merlin, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Ginny as Draco hit the rat with the immobulius spell and then picked it up by the tail, shoving it through the bars of the cell. Cornelius plucked the rat from the dirty and stinking cell that was his home and wasted no time in biting the head off the rat. Pink guts spilled from the rodent’s body and Hermione covered her mouth, holding back the urge to vomit. Ginny did vomit, and then again and again, until there was nothing left in her stomach.

“I know you used to live with Nathaniel. You took care of him in your home, before the Ministry sent you away for your crimes. Can you tell us where Nathaniel lives…” Hermione realized that she answered her own question. Nathaniel lived at Cornelius Blackstone’s old house.

“Ginny come on! You’re right, he isn’t going to help us. Enjoy your rat Mr. Blackstone. If I’m ever in the neighborhood again, perhaps you can show me how to chew with only three teeth.” Hermione tugged on Ginny and then they were running down the dank corridors of Azkaban. The screams gave Hermione chills but she continued to run with Ginny right on her heels.

“I can’t run anymore Hermione. Stop!” Ginny said panting and gasping for air. Hermione stopped and turned back around to Ginny.

“I need you to ask the guard to see Cornelius’s file. His address must be in it and I believe that is where Nathaniel must live. That is where we will find Draco and Harry. Now, pull yourself together and be Draco one more time.” Ginny nodded and the two of them traversed the dark and hellish corridors of Azkaban until they finally reached the guards station.

“I need Mr. Blackstone’s file. And make it snappy. I’m late for an engagement with the African head of state.”

“African Minister, he means. My husband’s schedule has been totally mental lately,” Hermione smiled and the wiry man reluctantly handed the file over to Draco Ginny. Hermione snatched it from her hands and scanned the court documents. She shivered reading the arresting Auror’s report. The wizard who ate rats and spoke with a thick cockney accent seemed deranged but harmless. His file said otherwise though. Numerous sheets of parchment, none of which had his home address on it, until she reached the last sheet in the stack. There at the top of the parchment, just under his height and weight and eye color and cell block number were three little words, Castle Blackstone Bends.

“Let’s get out of here. This place gives me the creeps,” Hermione said and then they mounted Draco’s Firebolt again and took to the dark skies, leaving Azkaban in its wake.

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“The castle is protected by several shielding charms. It’s camouflaged appearance is barely visible in the day. We have to wait until morning.”

“How do you so much about this Father?” Draco asked Lucius with a raised eyebrow.

“The Dark Lord contemplated using the castle as his headquarters.”

“Then how is it that the Manor was chosen?”

“The Dark Lord didn’t trust me Draco…because of your failed mission, if you recall. He wanted to watch me and furthermore he wanted me to offer The Manor to him as proof of my devotion.” Draco couldn’t very well feel guilty about that. He dropped his wand on Dumbledore, it was common knowledge, and he wouldn’t go back and change that act, even if he could.

“Well goodnight then,” Harry said laying down in the dead leaves of the forest. Draco looked at him and cringed. He was not used to sleeping in the woods. He couldn’t even imagine himself sleeping on the ground like a wild animal.

“You’re going to sleep, there, on the ground?”

“Since I don’t see a fancy five star hotel or sweeping Manor with immaculate grounds, yeah, I thought I’d sleep here on the ground. Haven’t you ever had to rough it Malfoy?”

“No. Why would I?”

“You mean you’ve never had to spend even a single night away from the luxury of the Malfoy name?” Harry leaned on his elbow and look incredulously at Draco and Lucius standing there with curious expressions on their pale faces.

“I am a Malfoy, so…why would I pretend that I wasn’t?”

“Oh good grief. I used to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs.” Harry admitted and Draco laughed aloud at this.

“I’m sorry, but the house elves have better accommodations then that. Why on Earth would you sleep there?”

“Well, it’s not as if I had a choice, is it. Anyways, goodnight.” Harry wriggled uncomfortably on the ground while Draco and Lucius set up the tent his Father had thought enough to bring along. Once erected, they both stepped inside. It was a luxurious tent, with fine furniture and a fully functional kitchen with food and even a stocked bar. Draco made himself a martini and then stepped outside the tent to see Harry tossing and turning on the forest floor. Draco shook the ice cubes in his glass, as he stood against the trunk of a tree, that cool debonair Malfoy pose evident, as he gulped his cocktail down in the death of night.

“You want a drink at least?” Draco said, and Harry didn’t spare a second as he jumped to his feet, brushing the leaves from his dirty shirt and trousers.

“That was fast. I thought I’d have to do a little coaxing, seeing as you were enjoying the nature of the woods and “roughing it”.

“Yeah, camping isn’t all its cracked up to be. How’s about that drink?” Draco ushered him into the lavish tent. Lucius had a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand, and looked to be enjoying drinking alone, so Draco made Harry a martini and they both went back outside.

“Why do you pretend you’re not rich Potter? I mean we all know you are wealthy. After Voldemort was defeated, your name was on everything from cauldrons to potion bottles. Why pretend you don’t have money and just enjoy it?”

“I dunno Malfoy, why do you flaunt your money in everybody’s faces?” Draco stopped to think about that and then a familiar smirk played across his face.

“I guess I just don’t want to pretend to be something I’m not. I’m rich, and I like nice things. I like my Firebolt, my house, my clothes, my job, my son and my wife.” Harry rolled his eyes at Draco and decided to change the subject.

“Speaking of the wives. I wonder if Ginny’s alright.”

“Hermione doesn’t like flying at night. I hope Blaise went with them to Azkaban. I meant to tell her to owl Blaise. There looked like something going on at Olivander’s before we left. “ Dark shadows covered the moon’s light and suddenly something streaked across the sky.

“There! Let’s go.” Harry took off like a bat out of hell on his broom. Draco tossed his glass and took flight too. Something landed in the forest and Harry descended on it first. Draco miscalculated the ground and landed roughly in a particularly dense patch of trees.

“Fuck me that hurt!”

“Draco?” Hermione’s voice was soft and soothing and Draco fumbled for his wand.

“Lumos!” His wand lit and then he found himself face to face with himself. “Bloody fucking hell! Who the fuck are you?” Draco stumbled backwards and then Hermione was laughing. Harry looked frightened when Draco Ginny had explained their ruse.

“I ought to tie you up right here and now Hermione and have my way with you for doing something like this. Do you have any idea how disturbing it is to know that someone has access to my body like this?”

“It was all I could think of to get into Azkaban.” Draco was irate that Hermione and Ginny went to Azkaban alone. He swore that the night Auror at the Ministry was going to be sacked as soon as he got back.

“Ginny, I want to kiss you so badly. I missed you. The thought of spending the night with the playboy and his Dad…well…I’m just glad you’re here.” Draco could overhear the conversation between Potter and his wife and it was making him sick.

“Well, it’s still me under this disguise babykins,” Ginny said moving closer to Harry.

“No. No,no,no you aren’t bloody kissing Potter in my body! Take two steps back. As long as you are in my body then you will respect the shrine that my body is.”

“Honestly,Malfoy, I can kiss my husband if I want to.” With that Ginny laid one hell of a passionate kiss on Harry. Harry looked very confused and Draco spat on the ground as if he had just been the one to kiss Potter. Hermione though, Hermione’s face was flushed in the lantern light outside the tent.

“Draco…I need you. Right now!” Hermione said and Draco laughed at his wife.

“Did that turn you on, seeing two blokes snog each other?” Hermione blushed and nodded. Draco swaggered into the tent and picked up the bottle of Firewhiskey that Lucius was drinking. He walked outside with it, and as predicted Lucius followed, stumbling drunk and falling down next to a tree.

“She doesn’t love me anymore,” Lucius said. Draco had closed the door to the tent, preparing to make love to his wife, but when he heard that pitiful cry from his Father, he opened the tent again and squatted down next to his Father.

“I didn’t tell her Father. She overheard the conversation that we had in the study that day. I’m really sorry. I’m sure you can patch things up.”

“You don’t know your mother as I do. She has a nasty streak in her. My dick’s been burning for days. My only consolation is that she cast the spell on me.” With that, Lucius broke down, leaning into Draco’s shirt and weeping like a child. Draco had never seen this side of his father. Normally Lucius was so reserved, so cool, so controlled. Draco didn’t know what to do but just let him cry. When he finally finished, Draco handed him a tissue and Lucius wiped his eyes and then took another swig off the bottle of fire whiskey.

“I’ll help you get her back Father. I don’t know how, but we will figure something out.” Lucius nodded and Draco disappeared back into the tent. When he turned around Hermione was standing before him, completely nude. She moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to the floor.

“God, you look beautiful. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you Malfoy,” Draco said relaxing into her touch.

“Mmm, I want you so badly Malfoy.” Hermione straddled him and began unbuttoning his shirt. She leaned over him to kiss his chest and she felt his hands squeezing the sensitive skin of her arse.

“All I could think about was being in your arms again.” Hermione’s tongue traced circles around Draco’s pink,perfect lips. She stopped though and pulled back slightly. “Draco, do you ever regret marrying me? I mean do you think you would have married me if I hadn’t dragged you through the Ministry that day?”

“Baby doll..Sweet Pea…I don’t regret marrying you, not for a single second. Would I have married you if you hadn’t dragged me to the alter? Probably not right away, but I came to your office that day to ask you out on a proper date. I knew the day in the Three Broomsticks when I saw you standing alone in the corner by yourself that I was tired of the bimbos and wanted something real. And you my dear, were the challenge of my life.” Draco threw Hermione’s arms above her head and raked his hands down her arms and sides, his lips sucking and biting at her neck. “I love you baby, there can never be another woman to take your place,” He said between suckling noises and snogs.

“I love you too Dragon…so much…I just never want you to want for another woman. I’d rather give you your freedom if it ever came to that. I don’t want to end up like your parents, where we don’t communicate about sex and love and fidelity and then you or I end up drinking alone outside a tent in the woods.”

“Not going to happen. I’d be drinking myself silly in a five star restaurant somewhere with some chick named Bambi drooling allover me,” Draco said taking Hermione’s breast into his mouth as she sat on him, facing him.

“Malfoy, you fucker!”

“Yes, fuck me …now…” Draco wriggled out of his trousers and Hermione took his shaft in her hand and began to stroke him. He moaned into ear and then laid back. Hermione positioned herself over top of him and then took him into her. A sultry groan escaped her lips and Draco’s hands cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples and moaning loudly now as Hermione rocked over top of his engorged rod.

“Yes, fuck me baby. Ride me. Damn your so hot and wet.” Hermione picked up her pace and reached behind her to rub his balls while she made love to him. Her hips were rocking back and forth over him and he felt like he was going to explode.

“Draco, oh my god…your cock feels so big in me. I don’t want this to end,” sometimes they made love quietly and other times it was dirty. Draco was telling her all the things he wanted to do to her and Hermione was getting off, hard, because of it.

“I’m tying you to the bed and forcing you to suck me off…oh…god damn, your wet..”

“Ahhh…Draco…I want your come in me..yess…oh yes…oh hell yes..” Hermione was crying out now as Draco flipped her over onto all fours and pounded his throbbing cock into her.

“Do you like that? Do you like my hard cock ramming you like…this…” Draco slammed himself into her. Hermione was grunting loudly now and edging forward as he gave it to her repeatedly. He leaned over, wrapping his arm around her waist, his head sticking to her glistening back as Hermione let loose, all the anguish of the past week and pleasure mixed together in one acute and centered orgasm. Her muscles clamped around Draco and he was yelling out her name now as she repeated his over and over again.

“Come with me now baby..oh fuck yeah…Hermione…” They suddenly fell silent. Hermione fell to her face, in blissful exhaustion. Draco collapsed next to her and kissed her softly on the forehead.

“We have to go camping more often,” Draco said still quaking from his orgasm.

“Draco…you did cast the muffliato spell over the tent, right?” Hermione had the look of worry wash over her face.

“Yeah,sure I did.” Draco couldn’t remember to be honest.

“I think we should go outside now and give Harry and Ginny some time to appreciate camping too,” Hermione said pulling her clothes back on. Draco threw his shirt over his back and pulled his trousers on before making both he and Hermione a nightcap.

“Hi everyone!” Hermione gulped when she saw Harry and Draco Ginny staring at them. Draco popped through the tent door a moment later with drinks for he and Hermione.

“I guess I forgot that spell Hermione,” Draco chuckled as he watched his wife turn a deep shade of crimson.

“You heard us? You heard all of that?” Hermione asked.

“Well it’s not as if we had a choice in the matter. I had no idea you were so loud Hermione. I mean Malfoy I could have gauged, but you?” Ginny said and Hermione sunk into Draco’s chest, hiding her face from the embarrassment.

“I can’t wait Ginny. I need you right now. How much longer is that bloody polyjuice potion going to last?” Harry said looking at his wife, who still looked exactly like Draco in every way.

“There are other things I can do to ease your suffering Harry,” Ginny said tracing a finger down his stomach and ending at his groin as Draco Ginny pulled Harry into the tent.

“Oh no, stop right there you two! I’m sorry, but you are not blowing Potter in my body,” Draco said disgusted at the very thought.

“Let them go Draco. We have to find Nathaniel and stop him tomorrow. What if this is their last chance?”

“I know but babe…That’s my body in there with Potter!” Lucius stirred and then fell to the ground, passed out drunk.

“Father. Come on wake up Father.” Draco hit him with a spell that caused him to come to. He hit him with it again and now Lucius was sitting awake and alert, his back against a large tee trunk.

“Draco and Hermione? Guess I must have fallen asleep. Well no matter, I’ll just get a few more winks and be good as new. Lucius stepped into the tent before Draco or Hermione had the chance to stop him. A moment later he flung the tent door open and shakily walked back through it, returning to his seat against he tree.

“Why is my son in there sucking Harry Potter’s dick?” Lucius was clearly traumatized by the sight. Draco felt a chill race up his spine and he shivered at the thought.

“Polyjuice potion. That’s not your son in there, that’s Harry’s wife, Ginny,” Hermione eased his mind. “No, your son is right here. Still the same heterosexual, in fact he just made love to me and it was something else, wow!” Hermione blushed looking at Draco.

“Yes, it was hard not to hear.”

“But I thought….you were asleep Father,” Draco said raising an eyebrow. When Lucius smiled devilishly, Draco just shook his head, not wanting to think about it just now.

“Draco, you have a good woman in Hermione. Never let her go. I find it interesting that she enjoys the bedroom antics though. Your mother was never fond of my playful side.”

“Father, please. I don’t want discuss your sex life with my mother, especially in front of my wife.”

“Oh, stop being such a prude Draco. It’s hardly a secret that you like to tie me up and make love to me.” Apparently it was as secret though, at least in that Lucius didn’t know, until now that is.

“Is this true Draco? Then I stand by words that Hermione is a keeper. Your mother doesn’t like that sort of play.”

“Father, really. I don’t care to discuss my sex life with you either.”

“Maybe you just have to start more slowly with her. Make her think it’s her idea. Do you ever let her get on top, or tie you up?” Hermione said. She couldn’t help it though, the sad and pathetic expression on Lucius Malfoy’s face was breaking her heart. She had come to actually like Draco’s father. He had taught her Occulmency and had saved her son Scorpius, from drowning. Now, this was Hermione’s chance to return the favor. If she could just ease a little of the man’s suffering, by showing him hope, where he felt none existed then perhaps he would be alright.

“Let her get on top? Dear girl, that is not how it’s done.”

“Yes,Father it is. For merlin sake, Father. Do I have to give you crib notes on how to please a woman?”

“I know how to please a woman,Draco,” Lucius said pushing his long blond hair down to its side and raising his chin in a show of superiority.

“Apparently you don’t, if you have never let mother get on top,” Draco sighed and shook his head again. Apparently, there was one area in which Draco clearly excelled over that of his father. But since he wanted his parents back together, he would just have to dig deep and find the strength to give his Father some of his own wisdom in the bedroom. Hermione seemed to revel in teaching Lucius the finer points of lovemaking though.

“It makes a woman feel in control of the lovemaking. You can switch positions during the act as well, you know. Just because you might start that way it doesn’t mean you have to stay that way. I mean take Draco for instance. He will sometimes let me tie him up while I tease him. I will usually make love to him while straddling him, but eventually I will release the binds and then he will flip me over and tie me up. It’s pleasing in that we both have control over what’s going on and are thus able to concentrate on the love between us and the sensations,” Hermione looked up smiling feeling proud of herself for helping Lucius learn to be a more pleasing lover in the sack. Draco chugged back the rest of his drink, nervously.

“And you enjoy this type of loving, Draco?” Lucius said with a quizzical expression and a raised eyebrow at Draco.

“Yes,Father. There is no fun in total domination. I mean there is, but only if the woman wants it too. Then it’s all just good fun and loving.”

“I suppose if your mother ever decides to speak to me again I could try this equal kind of sex.”

“Good idea, Father. Now if you don’t mind I’m feeling spent. Potter’s you better be done in there because my wife and I would like to go to sleep now!” Draco pushed inside the tent and then he too came out about ten shades paler then he was when he went in.

“I did NOT need to see that!” Hermione and Lucius even laughed and the three of them talked a little while longer outside the tent in the deep, dark woods. Tomorrow would be a difficult day, so they were all thankful to have a little leisurely fun before going after Nathaniel. Draco wanted to go over strategies with Lucius but he had remained silent about a plan in regards to Nathaniel. This worried Draco, because he was sure that his father had something up his sleeve. He would have to keep a close watch on his former Death Eater, Father,Lucius Malfoy.

Review!?

Okay, so hope you liked this chapter. The next chapter will be crazy! I apologize for the hard scene breaks in the last couple of chapter. Windski noted this and I just wanted to apologize and tell you, that when I write in Word program I do put a line between scene breaks, but for some reason when I upload to FF, it takes them out. I try to go back and fix mistakes,typos and other things after I upload a doc but occasionally I forget to go back and update the chapter in the story from the revised doc, which is stupid lol Thanks for the reviews,keep them coming! Maybe two chapters left of this story is all. Might be three chapters, have to wait and see. I will then begin updating Merlin’s Coven again.