Broomsticks and Alibis

(Hi all! This is story #2 of the Broomsticks Series of short stories by me. The first one is a real kinky one about sensuality through bondage called Broomsticks and Bondage. Draco and Hermione satisfy each other in order to take back control of their lives while at DPU-Dumbledore Potter University during a post Voldemort war torn era. Now the second story, Broomsticks and Alibis, picks up exactly where we left off from Broomsticks and Bondage. In Hermione’s office at the Ministry

I write paranormal romance fantasy/adventure so…This will be all of the above and also a mystery!

ADULT CONTENT WARNING (Graphic sexual depictions and language)

Chapter One

“Are you daft? Was that Mildred Smother’s?” Draco said wiping the glistening sweat from his brow after a rather zesty session with Hermione on her desk at the Ministry.

Hermione had been too utterly lost in the animal magnetism that permeated the room whenever she and Draco Malfoy were together to be bothered with stopping their lovemaking. It was pointless anyway. They were caught when Mildred and Pansy entered the office. The damage was done. She couldn’t even imagine herself uttering the words “Draco stop,” as she writhed under his tantalizing touch. It was as foreign to her as bad grades and furthermore she didn’t care anymore. The division between war veterans and the Ministry was as pronounced as ever. The battle lines had been drawn in the sand the day the Daily Prophet ran the story about the new Dumbledore Potter University, forcing all young veterans under twenty-one to attend DPU for a period of one year, after which an assessment would be made to decide whether or not they were capable of rejoining the regular wizarding community again. True, Hermione herself had not been cast in such a light but friends of hers like Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom for starters, had been required to attend University whether they bloody well wanted to or not. Hermione vowed when she quit DPU and returned to her legal profession at the Ministry that she would rectify this archaic law. Not that DPU was a bad school because it wasn’t. After all, she had lost her virginity to the self-proclaimed Adonis of Slytherin,Draco Malfoy during her brief stay in the rebuilt school. It was more popular then ever, with witches and wizards from allover the world attending the University. Former Durmstrang and Beauxbaton’s exchange student’s were also attending the University that the esteemed Harry Potter presided over as Dean. She just thought that it was discrimination to force certain people to attend while others were given the choice. It was infringement on war veterans freedoms and it was just plain wrong.

“Who my secretary? Yeah that’s her alright. Why?” Hermione said whilst straightening her silken white blouse and skirt and fluffing her already billowy hair. She pulled a folder from her filing cabinet and slapped it down hard on the desk in front of Malfoy. She shot Draco a dangerous look, letting him know that she was by no means done with him today.

“Keep looking at me like that and I may have to bend you over the water cooler Granger,” Malfoy said as he opened the folder,glanced at it and signed it. He was far more interested in the sultry looks the smarty pants witch was giving him.

“Take your best shot but just remember that I’m your partner now and as equal partners turnabout is fairplay.” She stalked behind Draco’s chair and ran her forefinger down his spine. Draco shivered, remembering the Room of Requirment where the untamed side of Hermione had made a surprise appearance. He spun in his chair to face her and ran his smooth pale fingers up Hermione’s skirt once again. She let out a pleasing sigh and then leaned over Draco to peruse the document he had just signed. His nimble fingers were poking their way into her blouse again, snaking their way up her abdomen to her bosom. Hermione leaned into him, feeling her own body quake at his touch once again. He was kissing the flat of her abdomen as she read over the document he had signed. With firm hands on the back of his chair, she spun Draco around once again to face the desk.

“You missed a place.” Draco, clearly aroused and annoyed at being stopped from taking what he wanted scribbled his name in the blank where Hermione’s finger lay on the page. “And here too.” He again picked up the quill and signed his name to the binding contract.

“I should be charging you for this many autographs in a single sitting. Anything else you need me to sign before I take what’s left of your dignity?” He motioned to the water cooler with a smirk.

“Let me see,” Hermione leisurely studied the contract that would seal his fate as her legal partner.

“Tick tock Granger. Time is money,” Draco said hiking her skirt up around her waist.

“Looks good. Now what was it you were mentioning about my secretary?”

“Are you kidding? That was ages ago. I don’t remember. Now shut up and bend over Granger.” Draco stood and reached for Hermione. With a gleam in her eye, she shoved him back down on the chair and pounced on him. Her mouth was full on his as she sucked on his tongue and playfully licked at his pureblood lips.

“Slow down Granger, I was just kidding about the time.” Draco turned her kiss around on her and now his tongue was forcefully probing her as he squeezed her silky skin in his hands. Hermione maneuvered herself over his hard on, a wriggle here and a shimmy there and she was now sitting above his engorged cock. She wanted to do it slowly. His size and enthusiasm scared her a little bit and this was a new position for her altogether. She wanted to nervously feel her way through it without Draco’s interference. Noticing her unease Draco took the initiative and slammed her ass down over him. She screamed out, throwing her head back in surprise and explosive ecstasy. He was huge inside her. With his manliness deep in the warmth of her cozy cave she rocked over top of him, her hands raking his hair. Draco only allowed Hermione to do this to him, the mere thought of it was enough to bring him to a full erection. He closed his eyes as the Gryffindor witch rode him like a professional. She of course wondered if she was doing it right. He traced the outline of her face with his fingertips, watching every strained expression she made as his hardness drove in and out of her slick heat. As if swept away himself, he found himself kissing her softly and tenderly while Hermione, lost in her own oblivion, laid butterfly kisses down his face and neck. Why did he turn to puddles when Hermione was on top? It bothered him and he vowed that during any future trysts he would have to be the one fucking her, because he didn’t the like the warm and fuzzy feeling that was emanating from Granger’s touch. He suppressed these strange urges for tenderness and once again grabbed Hermione’s buttocks roughly. He pushed her down over him and thrust upwards at the same time. He rammed his cock deeply into her and Hermione moaned in his ear. Their pace reached fevers pitch and both were panting and breathing heavily, no doubt close to their finish. That is when Hermione’s shouts rang out. Nothing would ever be the same for Draco after that. Nor for Hermione.

“Don’t…stop…fucking..me..EVER!” Hermione called out in a bold and totally fucking sexy scream. At that Draco pulled her into a tight embrace and pushed her down over his full length, holding her there until he felt her muscles clench and release around his throbbing manhood. He came hard in her that day as a trembling Hermione collapsed over top of him, their bodies sticking against one another’s. It was sweet, unabashed, bliss.

“You are really something else, you know that.” Draco whispered into her ear. He was feeling something strange and he wasn’t altogether sure that he liked it. He blew it off to just being he and Granger’s natural chemistry in the sack. It couldn’t be anything more than that because Malfoy didn’t believe in love or in relationships. She was his fuck buddy, his partner at work and a damned hot and attractive woman who wasn’t afraid of his reputation. She was worth keeping.

“Miss Granger! I am appalled!”

“Sir? “ Hermione gulped at seeing The Minister of Magic himself in her doorway with a glowering Mildred behind her. Without thinking, Draco pushed Hermione from himself and spun around in the chair hearing a thud as she fell to the floor. He pulled his pants on and grappled for the rest of his articles of clothing, all the while leaving Hermione to face the music. He slid down in the chair hoping the Minister would not see him. He knew it was a stupid thought but Draco Malfoy did not get walked- in –on while having sex. If Harry Potter was the Boy That Lived then Draco Malfoy was the Boy that Got Away With Everything and he was notorious for it. He would slither out of this one too. He didn’t even know why he was worrying.

He heard comments like, ‘This is so unbecoming of such a bight witch. Where is your Gryffindor pride? Your womanly pride? Your modesty? What kind of an example are you setting for your employees?’ Tame stuff he thought to himself. He was almost laughing now under his breath as he sat taking in the London view from Hermione’s office. Then it dawned on him that it wasn’t just Hermione’s office. He had accepted a job there. It was his office too. About the time he decided that it wasn’t really a laughing matter and that he had best come up with something to say to get himself out of this awkwardness, the Minister turned on him.

“And Mr. Malfoy! I have longed worked with your father Lucius and I don’t have to tell you what he would think about finding you in such a compromising position. You of all people should know how important appearances are…”

Hermione cringed when he said ‘you of all people.’ It was if to say you are a pureblood so you should know better. Hermione was a muggle-born so it wouldn’t be quite as appalling to find her cuddled up with her boyfriends dick inside her on the company’s time and galleon. Draco was taking the brunt and doing his best to smooth things over for himself. After the maelstrom of personal insults, threats and overall outrage the Minister was now welcoming him to the team like one of the boys. Perhaps everything was going to be alright. Sure, it was annoying as hell to have Malfoy fighting her battles but it beat the hell out being at the center of a scandal or losing her job. That is when she heard it. The lowlife snake actually said it and Hermione’s ears burned with fire.

“I accepted the job from Miss Granger and then she jumped on me. It happens sometimes. Women are just naturally drawn to me. I don’t however see any rationale in pressing charges against her. I am sure she was just trying to pick my brain. You know, see what kind of chemistry we have, professionally speaking of course. In fact we were beginning to discuss the…” Draco picked up a stray folder from the floor and read the name on the folder, “Cohagan harmful potions case..” when he was brutally cut off by the Minister as Hermione shook her head in a deflated nod to Draco.

“Don’t try to slither out of this one Mr. Malfoy. That case wrapped a month ago! You were having disgusting, dirty sex up here. It is just one more reason to force the lot of you so called war heroes back to University where you belong!” Hermione’s jaw dropped and Draco’s eyebrow rose. Malfoy looked at Granger and Granger looked at Malfoy and both were on the same page. They both wanted blood. Hermione spoke first and made a fool of herself and then Draco nailed the coffin shut. They were idiots.

“Alright. You caught us! The jig is up Babykins. I think it’s alright to tell him that Slytherin and Gryffindor have finally come together. I am proud to say that Draco is my dear sweet boyfriend. We missed each other and we were just so amorous for each other. You see we wanted to celebrate…” Hermione was interrupted by a seething Minister of Magic.

“Boyfriend? Do you think that changes the situation…” the Minister fumed. His face was turning purple and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Draco did the only thing he could do. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Husband. She meant husband. Sweet pea, you keep forgetting that we married last week.”

Hermione looked at him in shock. He glared at her and she gazed at the Minister who whose hand was clenched on his wand so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. She knew what she had to do. Moron.

“Yes, yes I keep forgetting my sweet Dragon love. I do keep forgetting. Yes we married last week.” Hermione looked at Draco enraged. He swaggered across the room and slipped an uncomfortable arm around her shoulders and proceeded to throw dirt over their coffins.

“We hadn’t made a formal announcement as it was just one of those things. Two kids in love and caught up in a whirlwind romance. We wanted to tell our parents first before the news went public. That’s why we didn’t say anything first. I do apologize. We should have been more forthcoming to you of all people.”

“Well I understand your position Mr. Malfoy. Your parents are very influential and being as you are marrying a ….” The Minister narrowed his eyes at Hermione, wearing a disguised smile. She knew he was about to say muggle-born witch, but thankfully Draco swooped in to rescue her once again. Stupid git.

“Beautiful witch…yes she is lovely. I am the luckiest wizard alive. If you don’t mind we should like to go spread the joyous news to our families right now. Does that sound good to you Butter Cup?”

“Marvelous idea, Dragon Lips.” Hermione pinched Draco hard in the side around his waist. He squeezed her back hard, grinding his fingers between her shoulder blades. Hermione whimpered and rolled out of his arm but Draco pulled her back into his death grip.

“Well, before you go I just want to apologize to you both for making such a fuss. These things I understand. I had a young bride myself once upon a time. I remember those days fondly. I cannot tell you how exciting it is for all of us to find out about this incredible news. Hermione and Draco looked at each other, both confused by his statement.

“No Slytherin and Gryffindor have ever married before! Well there was one couple a long time ago but they died on their wedding day after a dreadful freak accident.” The Minister looked down at his feet as if mourning the dead couple. Hermione shuddered at the thought. I can’t seem to remember there ever being a mixed marriage from these two houses, besides that one. It is wonderful! I am sure Rita Skeeter will want to interview you both. Perhaps I too could be there. I am up for reelection soon!"

“Yes and she will but right now we need to visit our families. I’m sure you understand,”Draco said.

“Yes, yes. Tomorrow then! I can’t wait to announce it to the Wizarding world.”

The Minister was still rambling on endlessly but Draco grabbed Hermione and they slipped out of the office. They sprinted down the halls of the Ministry, both wanting to get as far away from the scene as they possibly could. Finally Hermione stopped.

“Why are we running?”Hermione asked.

“I don’t know. I just wanted to get away. Didn’t you?”

“You stupid prat! Why did you say that?” Hermione yelled.

“Because we caused a scandal? Because we were going to be fired? Because I was afraid he was going to hex you? I don’t know why I said it!”

“Because you are stupid?”

“Fuck you Granger. I didn’t see you doing much to deflate the situation. Boyfriend. Did you see how mad he got when you said that?”

“Yeah, he looked like he was going to pop. Alright well let’s go.”

“Excuse me? Us go? I am going home and forget this ever happened. I don’t care where you go.”

“Oh no your not Dragon lips. You are going to marry me right now before the Department of Marriages closes.”

“Like hell I am! “

“You cock roach! Didn’t you hear what he said. We are being interviewed by the Daily Prophet tomorrow. He wants to use our marriage to get himself reelected! Don’t you think he could check with the registry to see if we are actually married?”

“I don’t care what he said. I am not marrying you or anybody Granger. No!”

“Stop being such a prick. Listen you slimy snake.”

“Don’t you mean Dragon Love?” Draco laughed.

“Listen! There is a really big case going on right now. It’s the reason I was told I need a partner. It was going to be our case, should we actually get through this and keep our jobs!”

“So what? What does that have to do with us getting married?”

“I didn’t get to look all the way through the case file but from what I saw it’s the biggest thing to happen in the wizard world since Voldemort. I heard my boss talking about it in whispers. That’s why I had to interview you today. That’s why they wanted someone with a dark past. You apparently.”

“Is that what you are calling what we did? An interview?” Draco once again chuckled.

“Look,Malfoy. Don’t you see? We don’t get the case if we don’t keep up this façade. So we get married and take the case. Once it’s over we tell the Minister in private that the marriage was a ruse. By that time he won’t care anymore that we shagged in the office, and everything is square again. Get it!?”

“Only one problem that you haven’t worked out in that pretty little head of yours.”

“What’s that? I mean I know I haven’t much time to absorb this all since you put your gigantic foot in your mouth, but I think it will work,” Hermione said feeling rushed as she looked at the time.

“You are forgetting about the fact that I don’t give a bloody damn about some stupid case!”

“Oh really? So you don’t want to clear your name from the whole Death Eater mess? You don’t want an actual career besides being a spoiled rich man whore?”

“Do you think that hurts my feelings? Trust me when I say that even if it did I would suffer with the pain. It beats the hell out of getting married.”

“Okay you are right. Its better to be my bitch isn’t it? Man with no job is a bitch.”

“Excuse me?”

“Too much?”

“Yeah,” Malfoy grumbled.

“Look Draco, you can do this alright! You were always right behind me in school. We were both Head Boy and Head Girl. You were the best competition I had in Hogwarts.”

“Alright just shut the fuck up Granger. I’m not liking you much right now, yet I have to decide right now if I want to marry you. Do you see something wrong with that picture?”

“Tick tock. The office closes in ten minutes,” Hermione said crossing her arms.

“Well I would have a couple conditions to doing this IF I even considered it.”

“Make it quick.”

“So long as we are married you don’t gain any weight. I don’t want to be married to some ugly heffer.”

“You make me sick Malfoy. FINE! Can we get in line now?”

“And… You do whatever sexual favors I ask of you for as long as the marriage endures.”

“Fine! I can’t believe I let you fuck me.”

“Which time? And need I remind you that you did quite a lot of fucking me too.”

“Screw off.”

“Hey I’m not the desperate one begging someone to marry me.”

“It was your idea! You got us into this mess. I am just trying to find a feasible way for us to come out of this relatively unscathed. Frankly I’m surprised you have made it this far. That was a really stupid thing to say Malfoy.”

“Shut up and get in line. I am going to get really drunk after this though I’ll have you know.”

“This way. Hurry up.” They walked quickly through the ministry. People’s heads were already turning at seeing the pair together. Malfoy’s blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb which annoyed Hermione. She wished she had an Invisibility Cloak right about now. Two of her coworkers passed by them with stares and hushed whispers. Already the scrutiny had begun. When they finally found the correct office within the Ministry Hermione and Draco got in line. His hands were shaking as he paced back and forth. She had never seen the cool and slippery Draco Malfoy so undone.

“Least I am wearing white today.” Hermione twittered, also wracked with nerves.

“Hey I almost forgot. I have one condition too.”

“What? I don’t think so. You are getting the better end of the deal here.”

“While I know this is a fake marriage I still have one rule.”

“Here it comes. Nobody tells me what to do Granger.”

“You don’t cheat on me. For the duration of our marriage you will not cheat on me. Do we have a deal or not?”

“Is that a deal breaker?”

“Yes!”

“What do you know about this case again?”

“Murder case. That is all I know right now.”

“I don’t know Hermione. I mean I enjoy having sex with you and all but to limit myself like that. I have to think about this.”

The clerk called their names and Hermione stepped up, turning to urge Draco. He stepped up and within two minutes, they were married.

Hermione glanced at the marriage license and read what it said aloud.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Draco and Hermione Malfoy for entering into this legal and binding contract. You are today on this 24th Day of December joined forever in matrimony.”” She cringed at seeing her name, but even worse then that was seeing the word forever along with their names. Draco grabbed her hand and dragged her outside the Ministry gasping for air.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know. I can’t breathe. I think I’m dying!”

“Oh shut up Malfoy. You aren’t dying. Your are just panicking. Put your head between your legs and breathe into this.” Hermione conjured a paper bag and handed it to Draco as they sat outside the Ministry on a park bench. Hermione looked at her new husband and felt like crying. This was not how she pictured her wedding day at all. He looked like someone who had just been attacked by dementors, his face paler then usual and a shell-shocked expression. After minutes of hyperventilating, Draco finally calmed down and began to breathe better. He stood up with a lackluster swagger and reached for her hand.

“How’s about a wedding kiss.” Hermione hadn’t even remembered about the kiss, what with the panic attacks and mock puking that was going on from her groom. Sadly, though, he wasn’t faking it. He made her feel slightly better when he dipped her backwards and laid a passionate kiss on her. She was sure his enthusiasm had nothing to do with an overwhelming feeling of happiness, but more about his own egotistical pride and belief that he was God’s gift to women. Like it was his duty to be the best kisser and the best in bed.

“This is my wedding night right?” Draco said with a slight smirk on his face.

“Well, yes. Technically it is our wedding night Dragon love.” Hermione giggled knowing how absurd this all was.

“Well Sweet Pea, what say we go to my place and have us some hot wet sex. I am still feeling frustrated from when that twit of a Minister interrupted us.”

“Well there is one little thing wrong with that idea.” Hermione looked at him somberly. Draco did not like the sound of this and he heaved Hermione to her feet.

“What? Fucking out with it already Granger!”

“We can’t have sex until we solve the case and have our marriage absolved.”

“Like hell Granger! You promised me sex whenever I wanted it.”

“It’s not me Malfoy! If it were up to me I would screw, you blue! It’s this license. I just noticed that on the back of the parchment it says that once we consummate the marriage the marriage can never been broken. So you tell me…Still want to fuck me?”

“You lying bitch! You’re an attorney. You knew that!”

“You’re and attorney too and you didn’t know it.”

“Are you after my money? My Father told me about girls like you.”

At this two Ministry employees walked by Hermione and Draco. They began to whisper at hearing the couple. Hermione recognized one of the women. She was the one who handed her the marriage certificate. Hermione motioned to Draco and Draco pulled Hermione into a passionate embrace, kissing her hard on the mouth. He nuzzled her nose and proceeded to call her flowery names once again. The women stopped staring and smiled before leaving on their way.

“That was close. You are going to have to act as if we love each other. At least in public. We can’t arouse suspicion.”

“Why not? Who the fuck cares! I mean who cares if I beat you down on the street at the end of the day I’m still going to be married to you.”

“Do you want to be married to a girl who lost her job? Because I love that job and I am quite sure that I can think of many more ways to torture you besides the no sex thing!”

“I don’t know. No, sex is right up there with food and water.”

“Give me that paper Granger. Does it define sex?”

Draco flicked his wand and they both snuggled next to each other on the bench outside the Ministry as the blustery snow began to fall.

“Because I could pull out…Do you think that would count?” Could be overheard in the dim moonlight as Hermione and Draco finally really talked for the first time in their lives. Common goals and raging hormones eased their suffering. They would get through this together.

Review!? Please review. Need to know if I should continue with this story. I put up 9 chapters last night of Broomsticks and Bondage and only 1 review but 6 people starred me 5+ and tons of hits. I don't believe in making people wait for updates but at the same time I need some love too! Review me? Please? ty :)