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Fooling Fate sequel to Bound	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 44179 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“I got Zandra’s door,” Melody barked before she raced out of the room. Alex was hot on her heels.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked.

“She’s awake,” Severus breathed before he rose from the table. He shot a look toward Hermione and Draco. “I’ll help you two up the stairs after I remove the wards from her room.” Then he disappeared out the kitchen door.

“Lily!” Harry and Ginny shouted at the same time. They almost tripped up the stairs to get to their baby girl.

“You two are very weak,” Harmony said to the pure couple. “You need to rest or you are going to set your recovery back.”

“We have to see them,” Hermione insisted, voicing Draco’s opinion as well. “We have to know they’re okay.”

Harmony nodded. “Alright, but a very short visit. I’m not kidding you. If you carry on any further, you’ll set yourselves back a week…and we can’t afford that.”

“We understand,” Draco said and groaned as he took the first step in the direction of the stairs. “Yeowch.”

“At least permit me to carry you,” Severus said softly in his ear, making him flinch. “I’d rather bruise your ego than damage your chances of recovery.”

“If I could move, I’d punch you,” Draco said dryly.

Severus raised an intimidating eyebrow and stared down his blood son fearlessly.

“Fine,” Draco sighed.

Severus nodded and scooped his son up in his arms. It was an uncomfortable moment for both of them but there was no other way around it. Celeste quietly walked around the table and picked Hermione up without question.

Severus walked up to find a madhouse. Aiden had apparently sped around the house and woke everyone up. Now they were all crammed into the small room Lily and Cecil were lying in.

“CLEAR OUT!” Severus’s booming baritone roared.

Twelve children flinched and scattered without a word. It was futile to argue with Severus when he used that tone of voice. At least they had all gotten a chance to see Lily with their own eyes, attached as she was to her dad. She clung to him like a second skin.

“Harry,” Alex said softly once the children had filed out. “We need to check her out…just to make sure. Do you think you could…pry her loose?”

Harry laughed a half sob and nodded. He was just so happy she was awake again. He gently pried Lily’s hands from behind his neck and lowered her back to the bed.

“Dad!” Lily cried and grabbed for him, still seemingly terrified.

“Lily,” Melody called. “I need you to focus on me alright? Can you do that?”

“Y-yes grandma,” Lily sniffled.

Melody couldn’t help but smile at her title. “I know how you’re feeling sweetheart, like the world is going to spin off its axis at any moment. I also know that your dad holding you makes you feel better. But I need you to control that feeling Lilybean. That boy lying beside you right now, the one pretending to be asleep, he’s the one you need to cling to. I’ll explain more later but for now, please grab his hand.”

“But-“ Lily whimpered pitifully.

“No buts,” Melody said sternly. “Hold his hand. You’ll see what I’m talking about in just a second.”

Lily nodded, tears spilling from her beautiful brown eyes. She took a deep breath and snatched up Cecil’s hand. The boy flinched and then sighed, his green eyes flickering open with a look of relief.

“Wow,” Lily breathed.

“Not so stupid now, am I?” Melody asked with a grin.

“You’re not stupid grandma,” Lily whispered. “I’m just…this is all…how?”

Melody sighed. “Let’s let grandpa take a look at you and make sure you’re both healthy. Then you and I…and Cecil here will sit down and have a nice long chat, alright?”

“Yes grandma,” Lily said softly.

Alex walked over and sat down on the bed beside Lily. “Now then, let’s take a look, shall we? We need to make sure there aren’t any elephants up your nose.”

“Grandpa,” Lily admonished with a giggle. “Surely it’s just snake. You know how I love fangs.”

“I do!” Alex laughed.

It was a routine they’d come up with when she was just a wee tike, terrified of Healers for some reason. Her Grandpa Alex was the only person who could examine her. He always made jokes about strange creatures crawling in her nose and Lily would counter with something that had fangs. She loved that two sets of her grandparents had fangs. She also learned from a young age that she could not tell her grandmum Molly about anyone but Alex…especially since her grandfather Severus obliviated Molly the one and only time Lily let it slip.

“Everything looks very good,” Alex said as he finished his spell casting. “You need to take some potions and stay in bed for a little while, but you’ll be just fine. Now then,” he said as he turned to Hermione and Draco, still in the arms of their parents. “You two, you’ve seen they’re fine. Off to bed. Now.”

They didn’t have a chance to protest before Severus and Celeste had whisked them back to their bedroom. They could hear Alex ordering Harry to bed as well. When they reached their room, Zandra was beating on the door and demanding to be let out. Melody had done a bang up job of locking the door from the outside.

“Why did you lock me in here?” Zandra screeched as soon as the door flew open. Her eyes were wide and panicked.

Draco cringed. He understood how being locked up might hurt her recovery but it would be much worse if she had seen Aiden zipping around earlier.

Hermione sighed, realizing the problem immediately. She waited for Celeste to set her down before she spoke. “We’re sorry sweetheart, but Lily woke up and we had to make sure she wasn’t contagious. Honestly, it was meant to protect you.”

“From what?” Zandra whimpered and threw herself down on her bed. “What could possibly be worse than what I’ve already been through?”

“An incurable disease perhaps?” Severus drawled as he sat Draco on the bed beside Hermione. “We wanted you to remain safe.”

“I-“ Zandra snapped her mouth shut in thought. “Is she...contagious I mean?”

“No,” Draco answered. “All is well.”

“I heard shouting,” Zandra whispered.

“I’m afraid that was me,” Severus said softly. “I apologize if I frightened you. You see, Lily has been unconscious for the better part of a week and all the children were eager to see her. It was the only way to garner their attention and keep them back.”

Zandra nodded, not happy but understanding the necessity. “Can I…can I leave?”

“This room?” Celeste asked. “Of course. I’d encourage you to find an escort before you wander downstairs though. You’re still much too weak to go it alone. As far as leaving the property, I’m afraid we must forbid it. There is no telling who is looking for you now. We want to keep you as safe as possible and we can’t do that if you go traveling all over creation.”

“Why-” Zandra’s voice broke and she took a second to compose herself. “Why are you helping me?”

Celeste walked over to sit on the bed beside the confused girl. She slowly ran her fingers through Zandra’s hair, smiling when the girl seemed to lean into the gentle touch. “Sweetheart, you might not realize it just yet, but you are so very special.”

“I’m a bloody soulless werewolf,” Zandra muttered.

“You’ll stop that right now,” Celeste growled. “Your DADA teacher, Remus Lupin, is a very good friend of ours. He also happens to be a werewolf.”

“What?” Zandra squeaked.

“It’s true,” Hermione said softly. “Remus was bitten as a child, punishment for his father for insulting a rather rabid werewolf who I am pleased to say is no longer alive.”

Severus snorted. “Perhaps you’ve seen him. I believe Dumbledore had him polished and moved to the grounds as a memorial statue.”

“Wait,” Zandra said shakily. “That silver statue of a werewolf, it’s real?”

“Very,” Draco said softly. “I made it myself.”

Zandra’s eyes widened in fear.

“It wasn’t like that,” Draco said quickly. “He was attempting to rape my sister. I was protecting her.”

Zandra swallowed and nodded. “Am I-the silver?“

“We don’t know if you’ll be sensitive to it or not,” Draco said softly. “We have a hunch that you won’t be though.”

“Back to Remus,” Celeste said, steering the conversation away from dangerous waters. “He was a member of the Order. He fought for the light…and almost lost his life doing so. He is a very kind and gentle man who has an unlucky affliction which he manages with great care. I won’t hear another word against him.”

Zandra’s eyes were glued to her fidgeting hands. “Professor Lupin was one of my favorite professors. He’s…he-he’s always been so kind to me…to everyone. I would have never thought…”

“No one would,” Hermione said gently. “And that is the point. I know that after the war, werewolves and vampires were painted in a very bad light. But there were witches and wizards on the dark side as well. You can’t judge an entire lot just because of a few bad people. Did you know that we had two covens of vampires fighting on the light side as well?”

“Really?” Zandra squeaked.

Celeste nodded, her hand still idly stroking through the overwhelmed girl’s hair. “We lost five very brave and selfless vampires that night.”

“That wasn’t all though,” Hermione countered. “We had a giant, a half giant, house elves, centaurs, and probably half the creatures in the forbidden forest on our side.”

“Can you tell me about the war?” Zandra asked timidly. “I mean, I’ve heard about it and your childhoods seemed so strained.”

“Oh mine was,” Draco said with a smile. “I was an obnoxious little shit.”

Hermione laughed. “I guess you could say the same about me. Why do you want to know about the war though?”

Zandra looked down at her hands and fumbled her fingers for a few moments. “Have you looked at my memories yet?”

Draco sighed uncomfortably. Everything was still so fresh and raw in his mind. He was hoping they would have some time to compose themselves before they had to talk about them but apparently they weren’t. Not that it was a great surprise to him. It wasn’t often that they caught a lucky break.

“Yes we have,” he began. “We all looked at them.”

“All?” Zandra squeaked, her face turning milky white.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Hermione cooed. “We won’t tell another soul, promise.”

“Shhh, let it out,” Celeste said gently as Zandra burst into tears.

Severus provided his handkerchief so his wife could wipe the distraught girl’s tears. He wanted to turn and run away as fast as he could but somehow he sensed that would be the worst thing he could do. As embarrassing and humiliating as it was for her to know that more than just her healers saw her at her weakest, it seemed worse somehow for him to leave. It was as if she would believe he was disgusted with her, which wasn’t the case. He just wasn’t good with emotions.

“Now, tell me why this troubles you sweetheart,” Celeste said when Zandra finally calmed down. She continued to stroke the softly sobbing girl’s wavy blonde hair.

“You must think I’m weak, to break like that,” Zandra managed between sobs.

“Now just a bloody minute,” Draco growled and tried to get up. Severus roughly pushed him back down on the bed and hissed. Draco unwillingly bowed his head. “Sorry father.”

Severus sniffed. “Say your piece, but you will remain seated when doing so. I’ll not have you hurting yourself.”

“Fine,” Draco bit out. “Zandra, you are NOT weak. The fact that you are alive tells me as much.”

Zandra snorted. “I begged like…like t-the…t-the wh-wh-whore I am.”

“That is enough,” Draco spat, frightening the poor girl with the venom in his voice. “You listen to me and you listen well. You are NOT a whore, or fat, or a dirty mudblood, or any other derogatory name those disgusting bastards called you. You are a good, sweet girl who happened to trust the wrong guy and got mixed up in something that no one could have foreseen. You can feel hurt, angry, betrayed, violated, and any emotion in between but you will NOT berate yourself for being weak or easy. You fought like a wildcat every single time and I can tell you that all of us have never been more proud.”

Zandra’s eyes were wide with shock at the passion that Draco had spoken with. “Proud?” She managed to squeak out.

“Yes proud,” Draco said a bit more gently. “Do you have any idea how many people give up? You never did. Sweetheart, some people lose hope the very second they are thrown in those cells. Unfortunately, I have witnessed it more than I want, and not just in your memories. I died a little inside each time I saw the fight slip out of another prisoner’s eyes. It means that their captors won. But your eyes, your eyes never lost that light. There was one time when we all swore that if we hadn’t seen you with our own eyes, you would have died…strictly from how bad of shape you were in. You didn’t though…and that is something that you can be very proud of sweetheart.”

“Really?” Zandra sniffled.

Draco gave her a warm smile. “Really.”

“I-I felt s-sss-so helpless.”

“That was the point,” Draco said sadly. “But just because you couldn’t help yourself doesn’t mean that you are weak. It simply means that you were strong enough to last until help could find you.”

“But it didn’t find me. They dumped me at the hospital.”

“Is that not help?” Severus asked quietly.

“What do you mean?” Zandra asked.

Severus sighed and perched on the footboard of her bed, beside his wife. “Aiden told you I was a spy for the light.”

Zandra nodded. “That’s why I wanted to know about the war. Binns is dry as toast but he did mention prisoners and I was wondering…”

“If any were like you,” Severus finished.

“Yes,” Zandra breathed.

“There were too many to count, both during the first and second wars,” Severus began softly. “I’m sure you know the basics of the war. Lord Voldemort was once an orphan boy, a half-blood by the name of Tom Riddle. He vowed to get even with his muggle father for abandoning him. This transferred into muggles in general and muggleborns as an extension of that. He sided with the purebloods and took in those halfbloods that denounced their muggle heritage. I was one of those.”

“So you…you willingly joined?” Zandra asked, horror evident on her face.

Severus nodded miserably. He hated this story. “I did. My father was a muggle, a very abusive alcoholic one and I hated him. He made my mother and my lives miserable and I wanted him dead. Tom promised to help in exchange for my potions talents. I didn’t realize just how deep I was getting in by accepting. I lost my first love, a muggleborn witch, with that choice.”

“But you changed sides,” Zandra said in confusion.

“I did,” Severus acknowledged. “Tom turned into Voldemort and I was horrified. I wanted out but death was the only option…until I met a girl, a cheeky little sixteen year old who crawled under my skin and refused to release her hooks. She tried to convince me to become a spy and take down the man I’d come to loathe.”

“So this girl, she convinced you to switch?”

“No,” Severus said sadly. “You’ve met the girl though, Melody Bach.”

“The woman here earlier, the one that they told me to remember her name.”

“Precisely. She tried for a year to get me to change sides but I was too afraid…until Voldemort vowed to kill my first love.”

“You switched for her,” Zandra said, her eyes swimming with tears.

“I switched for me,” Severus said firmly. “Melody had convinced me of that but knowing that my dearest friend was a target, it made the fear seem insignificant.”

“Did he kill her?” Zandra asked softly.

Severus nodded jerkily. “I was unable to stop him. He was vanquished shortly afterwards. It was too late for my witch though.”

“I’m sorry,” Zandra cried.

Severus nodded again. “For years I was convinced her death was my fault.”

“Why was it your fault?”

“She was targeted because of me,” Severus whispered.

“Stop,” Hermione snapped. “She would have died regardless of your feelings for her. You know this.”

“I do,” Severus said softly. “But my point is that the feelings did not lessen for a very long time. However, it was my inability to recognize the truth that hurt me the most in the end. I became a very bitter and spiteful man and I don’t want that for you Zandra.”

Zandra’s eyes shown with hurt. “You think I’ll become bitter and spiteful?”

“I do,” Severus said curtly. “If you allow their hateful ranting to fill your head with their bullshite propaganda, you’ll start to believe it. None of it is true. You are like countless others before you. You don’t see your release as help. The only help I was able to give some of those poor muggles was to drop them off at a hospital. It was all I could afford without being found out and put to death.”

Zandra shook her head in confusion. “So even though they chose to release me, it was help?”

“I believe so,” Severus said. “In fact, you could even say that you helped yourself. After all, they did say that you had lived the longest. If that isn’t strength, I don’t know what is.”

Zandra nodded her head slowly. “I think I understand. It’s just…a lot to think about.”

“Take all the time you need,” Draco said. “But do not for one second think that they were right.”

“Okay,” Zandra whispered. “Um…do you think that I could…maybe…go outside for a little while. It was so nice yesterday, just being able to see the sun. I hadn’t seen it in so long.”

“When did they take you Zandra?” Hermione asked. She hasn’t gotten a look at a date.

Zandra bit her lip in thought. “Well, about a week after school dismissed I think. I met Thomas a few days later.” Her eyes darkened at the boy’s name. “I’ll kill him if I ever see him again.”

“That might be sooner than you think,” Draco murmured. “You’ll need to go back to school after you have healed and you’ll be going to Salem this year…with Thomas Gregory.”

“WHAT?” Zandra screeched and had to be held down by Celeste until she calmed down enough to listen.

“Your Uncle Adam was found dead a few days ago,” Hermione began.

“Good riddance,” Zandra hissed.

“So you know he sold you?” Severus asked in surprise.

“I know he killed my parents for money,” Zandra spat. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d sold me too, the worthless bastard.”

“When did you learn that?” Hermione asked.

“The day before I was taken,” Zandra’s voice wavered. “I mean, I always kind of suspected and I only read about half the letter before he came barging in and yelling at me but I got the gist of it. He was down on his luck and was offered a way out.”

Draco nodded. “Well, he got a way out…permanently. Anyway, with no guardian, and you not turning seventeen until the last day in August, Headmaster Dumbledore petitioned for you to become a ward of the school. He granted us custody of you. Unfortunately, that also means attending Salem with Thomas Gregory…and his little sister Mary Alice.”

“He’ll try to kill me,” Zandra whimpered.

“He may try,” Celeste said in a hard tone, “but he’ll be in for one hell of a surprise.”

Zandra’s head shot up in surprise “What?”

Celeste grinned. “You are family now…and family comes first. Have you noticed that our children stick up for each other?”

Zandra giggled hoarsely. “Everyone knows that. I remember when Henry Woods tried to hex Scorpius behind his back. I thought Aiden might have actually broken his neck for a moment.”

“That’s my boy,” Celeste chuckled. “Our children wouldn’t let them get within twenty yards of you, and that is a promise. In a few weeks, Cecil and Lily will be attending Salem as well. Cecil is Thomas’s half-brother and he probably has a target on his back too.”

“I can’t ask them to risk themselves to protect me,” Zandra protested.

“Well, it won’t be that hard, really,” Severus said offhand. “Firstly, you’ll be wearing a glamour so he wouldn’t recognize you anyway. Secondly, we are not going to leave you defenseless. You’ll be trained to fight and protect yourself.”

“I know how to fight,” Zandra spat. “Fat load of good it did me. I couldn’t even resist!”

“That was because they doused you with a potion,” Draco interjected. “You couldn’t have resisted if you wanted to. However, you’ll find that not only are your senses probably sharper now that you are a half werewolf, but that our children can spot tainted food and drink from a mile away. We’ll train you how to as well. Furthermore, you might know how to duel at a basic level, but I can guarantee you that it is child’s play compared to what we’ll be teaching you.”

“Are you going to teach me what you knew in the war?”

“That and more,” Severus assured her. “Unfortunately, you will be quite a bit behind the others as you are just learning it. The techniques we use aren’t taught in any magical school curriculum, but are rather honed from years combined as a spy and other battles we’ve fought.”

“So, like Dumbledore and Grindelwald?”

“Better,” Celeste assured her.

“No way,” Zandra breathed.

“You’d better believe it,” Celeste laughed. “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll find you something to wear and then we’ll go outside and watch Scorpius finish breaking the last of the colts. That’s always fun.”

“What does that mean?” Zandra asked.

“You’ll see,” Celeste grinned and ushered the girl out the door.

Hermione sighed. “I want to watch.”

Severus scowled at her. “You’ll do no such thing. Into bed, both of you…and you’d better be sleeping.”

“What could we possibly get up to in here?” Draco asked innocently.

Severus merely rose and eyebrow in amusement and then quirked a lip when Hermione turned beet red. Seeing that his work was done for the day, he turned and left in a billowing of robes.

“I swear he does that on purpose,” Hermione huffed.

“Probably,” Draco laughed and then snuggled under the covers. “Come on love, best rest up.”

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Draco’s eyes fluttered open when a loud sound reached his ears. It sounded like a herd of hippogriffs charging through the house. What on earth was going on? He strained his ears to pick out individual sounds.

“Can’t use magic in here ya git!”Albus shouted.

“Who said I needed magic to beat you squirt?” James yelled back.

“That’s it. Let’s go!”

“What on earth?” Hermione groaned as she sat up.

Draco stretched his arms above his head. “Sounds like they’re sparring in the living room again.”

“Zandra ought to get a kick out of that.”

“At least they’ll prove they can protect her,” Draco said in consideration. “Wonder what time it is?”

Hermione groaned and shifted to see the clock on the night stand. “Merlin, it’s half past five! We best get a move on if we’re going to get everyone packed for school tomorrow.”

“Relax,” Draco murmured in her ear before she could work herself up into a tizzy. “I’m sure they’ve already been taken care of. Let them have this evening. Merlin knows this school year isn’t going to be easy.”

“I can’t help it. I’m just so worried for them.”

“They can handle themselves,” Draco said soothing and leaned over to plant soft kisses up and down her neck.

“I know they can but it doesn’t keep me from worrying,” Hermione panted. Draco’s tender ministrations to her neck had her quite distracted. It had been a while since they’d been in a room by themselves.

“Then allow me to take your mind off of things,” Draco purred. He pushed her down to the bed and planted soft kisses on her collar bone. “I’m starving and you look like a very nice buffet.” He slid the straps of her tank top off of her shoulders and kissed each one in turn.

Hermione moaned when she felt his hands massaging her sides, just skimming her breasts. She loved it when his hands roamed her body. He could map it out in his sleep but each time it felt like he was trying to memorize it all over again. Feather soft touches and barely there kisses made her feel worshiped. He skimmed the top of her breasts only to back away and start at her belly button, nipping the tender area before slowly working his way back up. He traced her abs with the tip of his tongue, taking time to blow cool air over it. Goosebumps broke out across her rapidly heating skin.

Draco smirked at the sight of his wife shivering. He loved it when he could make her lose her composure. She only seemed to when he worshiped her body like this, which was a pleasure. Each new inch of skin brought more anticipation for when he finally claimed her again. It had been too long since he had felt her welcoming heat. Small currents of magic stirred in his blood as he played his wife’s body like a harp.

Hermione was getting rather impatient with her husband. She didn’t mind taking it slow and enjoying his ministrations, but now was not that time. Her core and the bond were screaming at them to reunite. She tried to tug his shirt off but he kept his hands stubbornly plastered to his sides, chuckling when she let out a huff of frustration.

“Is something the matter my love?”

Hermione growled. “Draco Malfoy, you have five seconds to strip naked and get inside me or I swear to Merlin I will not be held accountable for my actions.”

“Oh really? And what will those actions be?” Draco taunted. He already knew what she would do but he did so hope she would follow through. He loved it when she got aggressive.

Her eyes glowed gold as she roughly pushed her off of him and spun them around. His back slammed against the mattress mere seconds before his clothing was ripped from his body. He felt his cock harden to the point of pain when she gave her own clothes the same treatment. Hermione was a goddess, golden skin, a wild tangle of curls, and wickedly sharp fangs barred and ready to rip his skin open.

Hermione wasted no time. She grasped his length in her hand and gave it a few pumps before lining herself up. One deep breath and she impaled herself rather forcefully, moaning loudly at the sensation of being filled so fully. Immediate calm surrounded her, like a thick fuzzy blanket on a foggy morning. She felt her muscles relax and the urgency that was driving her moments ago disappeared. This was what the bond wanted, them together again. Deciding that turnabout was fair play, she kept her hips still. Instead, she bent over to place chaste kisses on her husband’s chest, taking care to miss his sensitive nipples.

Draco moaned softly, her shifting weight causing her insides to rub deliciously over his pulsing member. He was almost glad she had slowed down, fearing that he’d go off like rocket if she so much as lifted herself up. His eyes fluttered shut when he felt her soft lips peppering his chest. The tenderness she showed meant more to him than any slow romp in the sheets. It was her love that he craved and she gave it to him in spades, however undeserving he felt sometimes. She was his savoir.

Hermione shifted to take one taught pink nipple into her mouth and suck. She loved the sound of Draco sucking in air when she did this. Hiding an evil grin, she let her fang graze across the abused nub and shivered at the deep groan Draco gave. His nipple left her mouth with a pop that caused a small gush of wetness, bathing his cock in her juices.

Draco couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to move but thrusting up proved futile. She merely rocked her hips in time and didn’t allow any friction. Well, he wasn’t going to have that. As much as he loved it when she took control, he loved having control even more. He raised his leg and bucked to the side, surprising her as she was dislodged and thrown down to the mattress. He quickly positioned her legs on his shoulders and thrust in roughly.

Hermione let out a guttural groan as she felt him sink as far in as he could. Magic swirled between them at the display. Try as they might, they were unable to tamp it down and the bond was making it hard to care. She threw her head back as he pulled out and thrust sharply, rubbing in just the right spot to send tingles down her spine.

The bond pulsed and throbbed within their bodies, demanding that they push themselves harder for completion. In no shape to protest, Draco complied with fervor. The only sounds made were the wet slapping noises of his bollocks hitting her arse and their excited pants. Tendrils of pleasure soared through their bodies, climbing higher and higher until they couldn’t contain it anymore. They hit their peaks at the same time, calling out each other’s name and a litany of curses mingled with words of love and adoration.

Physically spent, Draco dropped down on top of his wife, thankful that she was strong enough to hold his weight. He tried to dislodge himself so she could be more comfortable but found that the bond was holding him in place. It was an experience that was as surreal now as when it was new. It had never subjected them to this type of punishment before, though he guessed it was hardly punishing to be buried balls deep in his witch.

“It isn’t enough,” Hermione whimpered. She felt the bond forcing her to take the next step.

“I know,” Draco breathed. “We used too much of ourselves and it’s retaliating. I’m sorry.”

Hermione gave him a breathtaking smile. “It’s hardly a burden to taste you, love.”

“And I you,” Draco said softly before kissing a trail over her collar bone.

Hermione responded by licking a wet trail down the pale column of his neck before she sunk her fangs into his jugular and sucked. She could feel his deflated cock jerking to life inside her and a gush of wetness rolled from her in response. Draco groaned and bit down on her shoulder, not wanting to be the first to finish this time.

They pulled each other’s life blood into their bodies, ignoring the increasing bright light in the room. The bond wasn’t going to let them back out anyway. Soon, the pleasure built to the breaking point and they were climaxing again, over and over. They couldn’t release. Black and white spots dotted their vision before they felt that they had their fill. They managed to disengage their fangs and collapse under the sheets before exhaustion overtook them.

Melody and Alex were going to be furious.

AN: So this one was only a day late...and there were lemons. YAY! For a list of whose kid is whose, please check the AN at the end of chpt. 8. I'll post another one with soulmates in the next few chapters. For your question, Melody has gone past crazy to full on insane. She does overreact to torture...but she takes other things in stride, as you'll see in the next chapter. Unfortunately, that one will probably be a bit longer to update than this one. My internet is going crazy and I've got stuff to do...and an interview to go to. Thanks to everyone who wished me luck. I'll need it! Keep those reviews coming so I can soothe my nerves and let me know if there are any errors. Until next time...love you guys!
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

Fooling Fate sequel to Bound