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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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“Do you think that public explosion was a wise decision?” Alex asked as he sat down at the dining room table at the Ranch. Everyone had just arrived for their meeting.

Melody sighed. “I didn’t plan to make a speech for creature rights but I’m not sorry I did it. You heard those children. Their eyes are starting to open and see that the world is not black and white.”

“True,” Alex granted. “But I must admit that I got a kick out of Severus’s dig. I believe the woman might have actually pissed herself.”

Celeste sniggered. “She did. She spelled herself clean before she left. Moron.”

Melody gave a wry chuckle. “I have half a mind to call the paper anyway.”

“No need,” Ginny said softly and smiled when everyone looked at her questioningly. “You do remember the Quibbler is an international publication, right?”

“Are you sure you weren’t a Slytherin?” Draco asked.

Ginny smirked. “Rubbed off on me. Anyway, just say the word and I’ll write it up, quotes and everything.”

“I don’t want this coming back on Sev,” Melody said softly.

“Maybe it won’t have to,” Draco said slowly. “We still speak with quite a few of the healers on staff at Circe’s. They might be happy to talk, if only to convey the laugh they got. It isn’t every day a school sends a bunch of victims of a perfectly executed owl level charm, especially one whose cure is a simple finite.”

“Well,” Hermione hedged. “It would be if Rhapsody hadn’t woven her signature into the spell.”

Draco grinned. “Yes, well, time is a great alternative.”

Harry laughed. “You’ll have the MacNeeleys run off in a week.”

“I hope so,” Melody said as her eyes darkened. “I just hope Michael doesn’t cause problems. I mean, I am so proud of the boys for revealing their heritage. It took real guts to do that, especially in such a judgmental world. I almost cried in front of that bastard and that would have ruined my image!”

Philippe snorted. “No it wouldn’t. You would have hexed his dick off and he’d be singing soprano. I’m sure that a tear or two would be the last thing on his mind then.”

Melody smiled. “Yes, that does tend to put things in perspective doesn’t it?”

Harmony cleared her throat. “So back to the meeting, what have the children learned?”

“Not to quote Hamlet in the dining hall,” Harry popped off.

“That color charms are frowned upon,” Hermione said with a grin.

“And that playing in a band is disruptive,” Celeste added.

“Actually, I believe it was the content she was having the hardest time accepting,” Draco said with a barely suppressed laugh. “I’m glad we used Melody’s age line for hearing.”

Melody smiled and nodded. “See, I’m not a complete failure.”

Harmony frowned. “You aren’t a failure at all. MacNeeley is terrified of you now that he knows who the twins’ biological father is. After all, Severus is allowed to seek whatever repercussions are necessary should he step out of line again. There are no rules against protecting the mother of his children. MacNeeley and his sister look like ignorant fools. You’ve thrown the first punch at Whorple. It’s cracked her confidence. The children of Salem are getting a new perspective. No, I believe you have done quite well for the first day.”

“So what’s to come?” Severus asked softly.

Harmony sighed sadly. “I can’t see much past this weekend, I’m afraid. Our fates are so tied up in each other that they cloud the rest. I can see that the rest of the week will be filled with small victories. Lizzy was certainly impressed with a different side of Scorpius, if a little scandalized.”

Draco chuckled. “Poor girl. Scorp might give her heart failure before this is over.”

Harmony smiled. “Lizzy is a very strong girl…just a bit naive in the ways of the world. Now that hunter, he’s going to be a handful.”

“I noticed him scowling,” Hermione said softly. “I know Rhapsody can’t see anything about him, but can you?”

“Oh yes,” Harmony said with a nod. “He must make a decision: follow his family…or ours. It won’t be an easy one. Right now, he’s conflicted. His nose is quite sensitive and he wonders what Rhapsody sees in a second generation daywalker. You see, hunter lessons die hard. He sees Aiden as a threat and yet doesn’t feel the need to hunt him. It’s all very complicated and I’m afraid he’s going to cause a few problems while he’s feeling himself out.”

“Can he feel her magic calling to him?” Draco asked.

Harmony nodded. “But he might interpret it like you and Hermione did, as someone to be feared and to stay away from. In his world, nothing that feels that good can be good for you.”

“Fun,” Melody said sarcastically. “How about Serena and Thomas?”

Harmony chuckled. “A brilliant comeback, if not a bit crass. Still, I only see things escalating. Thomas might very well lose his other testicle if he keeps messing with Serena. Bottom line, the year isn’t ending without another fight. I don’t even foresee them making it through Halloween, if they clear the month. All I can say is that the gang got the message quite clearly tonight and but that will only deter them for so long. We are lucky that the gang is still so weak.”

“Did the necklaces drain them that much?” Harry asked with a frown.

Harmony nodded. “You said that even those who weren’t wearing the soul necklaces wilted. That’s because the same spells were placed on them. It drains the wearer of their magic, their life force.”

“So why is Zandra wearing hers?” Severus hissed.

“Calm down Sev,” Melody snapped. “Zandra is the exception to the rule. Her necklace contains her own life force, her soul, so it feeds from her and gives it right back to her. Once we join her soul back together, she’ll be fine…if not even stronger. She could be just as powerful as Aiden.”

“Why werewolves?” Hermione blurted out, startling everyone. “Why not vampires? They’re much stronger, faster. Daywalkers are feared by their own kind. Werewolves are only feared by humans. Why?”

Harmony steeled her fingers for a long time before answering. “Simple enough, vampires are dead. They can’t harness their essence. The werewolf draws its essence from the wolf and not the venom. I suspect that if they knew daywalkers existed, it would change their tune slightly. However, as you have experienced it yourselves, their abilities diminish with each generation and which gift is hereditary is an unknown. Werewolves, if their talents are passed on, always inherit smell, strength, and pack instincts. Always. There is no roulette.”

“Makes sense,” Hermione said softly. “But I want to know how they came up with that idea in the first place.”

“Well,” Melody said with a groan as she stretched out. “That’s something we can ask the Master when we meet him. Speaking of the Master, did you guys get any research done on the Rakshasa?”

“No,” Ginny said sadly. “I’m afraid I’ve been a bit preoccupied with Lily.”

“Get Zandra to help,” Melody ordered. “She needs the distraction.”

“How did she take the news about Alex?” Harry asked.

“She doesn’t know about him,” Severus said. “I blocked her from hearing that part.”

“Wise decision,” Harmony said softly. “Starting tomorrow, we’ll take Zandra with us to study. You guys need to get back before you are missed. I doubt Cadence can keep up Melody’s attitude for long. How will you handle sleeping arrangements though?”

Melody smiled. “Well, Hermione and Draco can have my room. I’ll stay with Sev…and a couple of bats.”

“Oh?” Alex asked.

Melody grinned. “What Whorple doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“You worded that wrong,” Celeste said softly. “What Whorple doesn’t know won’t cause you to hurt her.”

“That too,” Melody said with a smile. “Now, back to the school, lots of work to do still.”

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Draco opened his eyes and immediately wanted to shut them again when he saw the clock. Why in Merlin’s name was he up at half past three in the morning? A warm, wet sensation in his nether regions gained his attention immediately. He let out a startled gasp when he felt a sharp fang graze carefully over his awakening member, pleasure radiating from the path.

“Gods love,” Draco groaned and slid his hand under the blanket to fist in his wife’s hair. “What has come over you?”

“I’m hungry,” Hermione replied, letting her lips ghost over the swelling tip of his member. She took the head in her mouth and hummed in delight.

“Holy fucking Merlin,” Draco cursed as she swallowed him whole without warning. Her throat muscles shifted over his now rock hard erection, making his eyes roll back into his head. Goddess but his wife was good at this. He had missed this, spontaneity for the sake of it. However, she was going to make him blow his load like a virgin if she didn’t quit and he had a few ideas of his own.

“Enough,” he gasped and pulled her up to snog her senseless.

Hermione sighed at the ferocity with which her husband captured her lips. She’d snapped awake a few moments ago and couldn’t help but notice her damp knickers and got a wicked idea, stripping down and executing her plan. She’d been dreaming again, flashes of some of her and Draco’s most adventurous times had turned her on so badly she’d been unable to stay asleep. She missed their more daring sex life. Their children, education, and subsequent careers, not to mention the missions that the Fates sent them on had pretty much squelched any time to explore. No, quick and dirty shags had become their specialty.

“I like what’s swimming around in that brilliant mind of yours,” Draco purred. “What do you say we try something new?”

Hermione’s eyebrows rose to her hairline. New? What could they possibly do that was new? She felt a gush of wetness roll from between her thighs when Draco smirked at her and got off the bed. He was searching for something, what she wasn’t sure. He’d blocked his thoughts from her, which made her even more curious. She watched avidly as he found a metal vase and transfigured it into a bar about the length of a yardstick. Then he took his and her hair ties from the nightstand and transfigured them into cuffs.

“Do you have two more ties, love?” Draco asked innocently.

Hermione shook her head to clear her buzzing thoughts. “Um, yes, there are a few in my handbag.”

“Perfect!”

He eagerly dug through her purse until he produced three more ties. Those were turned into three more cuffs. He attached four of the cuffs to the bar. The last cuff, probably two times larger, was attached to the bar with a chain that he’d pulled from around his neck. Then he pulled a coffee table out in the middle of the room and turned it into a platform. Looking up, he studied the ceiling for a moment before creating a sturdy hook.

Hermione felt her knees go weak. He was going to suspend her from the ceiling! She remembered her first suspension, the fear and the thrill of not only being tied up, but having no ground on which to gain purchase. Still, none of their bondage sessions had ever had a metal bar in it before. What was he about to do to her?

Draco stalked back over to her, jumping on the bed and covering her body with his own. She loved the feel of his warm skin against hers. He gave her a chaste kiss before trailing his lips down her torso. One lick to her already soaking quim and he pulled back with a gleam in his eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine, the hard lust radiating from him.

“Are you ready for something new, ma cherié?”

Hermione nodded eagerly. She was more than ready for something new. Closets and corners and the break room at St. Mungo’s were getting old. His heated mercurial gaze made her temperature shoot up a few degrees. She loved him like this, raw and in charge. A squeak escaped her lips as he yanked her off the bed and carried her over to the platform like a sack of potatoes. She started to protest but was stopped by a sharp slap to her arse.

“No talking, ma cherié. If you disobey me, I’ll have to gag you, and you know how much I want to hear your moans.”

Hermione clamped her mouth shut. Sometimes being gagged was hot but she could tell he would be rather disappointed if he had to follow through. She remembered the first time he had tied her up, in the bedroom of the Ranch, with no silencing charms available. Severus had pretty much ordered them to be quiet after he delivered them a prepared hemp rope. Her thoughts were jarred when she felt cold shock of a metal bar on her thighs. She couldn’t help the yelp that escaped.

Draco chuckled. “Sorry love, metal only comes in one temperature.”

He ran the bar over her thighs and arse in slow strokes, warming the tool slowly. She couldn’t help but lean into the bar as he dragged it over her back. The metal warmed on her skin felt delicious against the cold chill of the room. All too soon, he ran it back down. A sharp slap to her leg made her jump. He deftly cuffed her feet to the edges of the bar.

She trembled slightly when he removed the sash from his robe and tied it around her eyes. Now completely in the dark, her senses were heightened. She heard rustling and footsteps walking away and then towards her again. There was no mistaking the scent of the hemp ropes she so loved. A whisper soft caress to her arms had her raising them. She jumped when he placed her hands on the hook. There was no order to keep them there but she knew exactly what he wanted. She held the hook in a death grip, delighted to find that it helped her with her balance.

That thought was short lived when the ropes slid around her breasts, framing them and lifting them higher, constricting them slightly. Something warm engulfed her right nipple, causing her to arch and moan as pleasure shot straight to her core. Then the sensation was gone, leaving only the cool air to caress the wet nub, now hard and aching. This was repeated to her other side, sighs and whimpers escaping at the tiny shocks making her wetter.

She wanted desperately to squeeze her thighs together but the bar in between her legs made it impossible. Her juices slowly trickled from her cunt, wetting her thighs and filling the room with her musky odor. More ropes caught her attention, these wrapping around her torso, shoulders, and abdomen in intricate passes. She wished she could see the pattern.

Draco was an artist with ropes, always seeming to find the right combination of knots and loops to make her look like a goddess. She loved to close her eyes and listen to his mind mull over what would look the best, accentuate her assets, and enhance her beauty. It made her feel worshiped, loved, and admired. She only wished she had the talent and confidence that he did but she knew she would never feel comfortable enough to tie him up completely…not that he’d let her anyway.

Draco chuckled. “Do you honestly want to tie me up? Have your wicked way with my while I’m completely helpless? Perhaps you want to tie all my limbs behind my back, constrict my cock, and use it as your personal toy until you’ve fucked yourself into oblivion.”

Hermione groaned. Oh gods but that was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. And he’d sent images to her as well. Him, bound spread eagle to the bed, his cock and bollocks adorned with several rings to keep him from coming. Her, teasing him until his member was purple with want. His muscles taught with need to reverse their roles. Her bouncing up and down, rolling her hips and screaming out his name in ecstasy as she selfishly took her own pleasure.

“Like that?” He whispered in her ear.

She whimpered. Did she like it? Oh, Merlin’s beard, she loved it. But it would never happen.

Draco tilted her head back and licked a path from her collar bone up to her ear before giving it a sharp nip. “You need only ask, my love. If you truly desire it, I’ll give you anything you want…but not tonight. It’s my turn right now.”

Her breath caught in her throat as ropes were run in between her legs, brushing against her clit before coming to rest against the swollen petals of her sex. A slight tug had her keening and wriggling around to get more friction. That earned her another sharp slap and a warning not to do that again. This was the hardest part, remaining still while he did sinful things to her body. She felt him twining the ropes around others, making sure that he got them in the correct places so that they would hold her weight safely.

“Let go and bend over.”

Hermione complied, releasing the hook and trembling in anticipation and a bit of fear. She gasped as he cuffed her hands to the middle of the bar, her hands now reaching in between her legs and making her a bit dizzy. She craned her neck up to try and balance herself but was shocked when another cuff was locked around her neck. A gentle tug forced her to bend over, almost to the point of tipping. She heard the snick of a lock and felt the pressure on her neck release. Sighing in relief, she pulled up only to panic slighting when the tug started again. He’d hooked her neck to the bar!

“Easy love,” Draco said softly. “What’s your word?”

“S-silverweed,” Hermione croaked. As worried as she was, she knew that Draco would never, ever hurt her. She trusted him explicitly…she just wasn’t sure she trusted herself to be able to keep from falling.

“I love you,” Draco purred.

She couldn’t help but relax at those words. Strange, how three simple words could put everything to rights again. “I love you too.”

Draco chuckled. “Now for the fun part.”

She gasped as she felt the harness Draco had so carefully tied tighten. The suspension had started. It was a rather precarious position. The collar made it almost impossible for her to bend her knees and relieve some of the stress to her calves and thighs. The bindings lifted until she was on her tippy toes, arse in the air, whole body tilted forward. She could feel his hot breath on her back, coming in short pants.

He ran a tender hand down her back, admiring the way the ropes framed her body perfectly. The leg cuffs were soaking wet from the copious amounts of fluid pouring from her pussy. This was how he loved to see her, bound so tightly she couldn’t move, completely at his mercy. That she trusted him to do this was the most heady thing about it.

“Ma cherié, you are still the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. How do you feel?”

Hermione moaned as she felt his fingers gently probe her entrance. “Oh gods, I want you so bad.”

Draco chuckled. “I know I probably say this every time, but this is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Is there any unbearable pain before we continue?”

Hermione took moment to assess her position. Every now and then, they would try a suspension that was more than a little uncomfortable. If, for any reason, she couldn’t stand the pain, he would immediately untie her. There had only been once that he’d sliced the ropes from her body, an experimental tie that had failed and almost dislocated her shoulder. He had apologized profusely and refused to touch her until she was completely healed. However, the slow and delicate lovemaking after she had healed had been amazing…and was why they had two sets of twins instead of just one.

“No, I’m fine,” she said, after carefully cataloging each sensation she was experiencing. This was actually one of his tamer suspensions but it tested her limits more than most of them. She was glad he had her harness attached to the ceiling. At least she wouldn’t fall.

“Good,” Draco purred. “Now, let’s see how much you’ve enjoyed this.”

Hermione let out a low moan as he licked her cunt from the tip of her cervix all the way to her puckered rosebud. If there was an award for eating pussy, Draco would surely win gold. He slid his tongue deep inside her hot cavern, crooking it ever so often to hit a tender spot. His fingers slid back to rub tantalizing circles around her clit. Her legs started to shake, the pressure mounting inside her so great that she couldn’t concentrate on standing anymore. The ropes took most of her weight now as she tipped forward even further. A quick pinch to her clit sent her over, waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Draco refused to let her come down, roughly shoving his fingers inside and moving to where he could suckle the now sensitive bundle of nerves. He crooked his fingers just so as he forcefully thrust them in and out. She was sent over into another orgasm, this one making her toes cramp and sending shocks of pain radiating up her legs which strangely, only enhanced the pleasure.

“Do you like this darling? Do you want me to continue to eat your pussy? You do taste delectable. Do you want my fingers fucking you into conniptions…or is there something else you desire?”

“Oh gods Draco,” Hermione moaned weakly, overcome by the pleasure that he continued to bring her. “Please, PLEASE fuck me. I want your cock inside me. PLEASE!”

It had taken her a very long time to get comfortable with voicing her desires but it never failed to make Draco’s cock twitch at hearing them.

“As you wish, my love.”

She felt a moment of disappointment as his fingers left her body before she felt the head of his member nudging against her sex. He teased her for a few moments before he slid home. His entrance was so agonizingly slow, she tried to back up against him and ended up losing her balance. He chuckled and pulled out completely, tilting her back so she could gain purchase.

“Now love, we’ll go at my pace or we won’t go at all. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” Hermione said glumly. She didn’t want to go slow. She wanted it hard, fast, and NOW.

Draco, sensing that she was getting frustrated, chose that moment to slam home, burying himself to the hilt. “Gods love, you’re still as tight as the first time.”

Hermione bit back the urge to snort. That was a lie and she knew it. Having four kids had stretched her out a bit, but he still filled her so fully that it ached when he first entered. She heard his disapproval of her thoughts and couldn’t suppress a full body shudder when he’d sent her echoes of the sensations he felt through their bond. They’d only learned how to send anything but shared pain in the past few years, but it was so overwhelming that they rarely tried it. He did it now to prove a point. She felt amazing.

Draco pulled back slowly, savoring the way her muscles clamped down on his shaft. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was still too weak to fuck her like he did the other day. That had been the bond driving them. It was a bit frayed now, but not so much that it would take his body over. He wanted to savor this. He sank back in, not bothering to contain his grunt of pleasure. The pace was slow but he accentuated it with a sharp thrust or a roll of his hips every now and then. This position was everything he thought it would be. The platform made her the perfect height and he could leave her in this position longer since the ropes weren’t holding her full weight.

“Please,” Hermione pleaded again. “I can’t stand it. Please go faster, harder.”

Sweat dripped down their bodies as Draco continued at only a slightly faster pace. His thrusts were rougher, his hips angling to hit her in just the perfect spot. Wanting to give her the maximum amount of pleasure, he reached around and thumped her clit, sending her spiraling off into her third orgasm.

“FUCK!” Hermione screamed as she convulsed. Her knees gave out for a moment, the harness taking her full weight as Draco started to pick up the pace. She felt it then, the bond taking over, wanting them to get even closer. It was that moment that she both loved and hated. There was no way they could contain their power when the bond decided to manifest. She just hoped no one realized what was happening.

Draco groaned as the bond forced him to speed up. His muscles protested from the pace but his cock was rock hard and he couldn’t deny that the sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine felt bloody amazing. Hermione keened and shivered, her body starting to peak again. He pressed the sensitive bundle of nerves a little harder and let out a grunt when her muscles clamped down on his cock. He was having a hard time plowing into her now, her muscles like a vice around his aching member.

He could feel his balls drawing up now but was unwilling to go over without her. Every muscle in his body was screaming for him to stop but the bond wouldn’t let him and he knew instinctively that a bite was the only way he would finish. He yanked the blindfold off of Hermione and bared his wrist to her.

Hermione blinked at the sudden light change and realized what Draco wanted. She licked his wrist and bit down gently, careful to only take a few sips instead of gulping down mouthfuls like she had earlier. She felt an answering sting in her shoulder that turned to pure pleasure, sending her into an orgasm so strong, her vision wavered. She heard Draco’s guttural groan as he slammed into her frantically, his seed spilling into her womb with force.

Light burst from their cores, bathing the entire room in a white glow. The bond shifted and they felt at peace again, balanced once more, and surprisingly less tired than they had been. They both licked their bite marks quickly, not wanting to be tempted into drinking each other dry. That would be a disaster.

Draco groaned and slid out of his wife’s body, knowing her muscles had to be hurting by now. He managed to untie her in only moments, catching her as she felt forward into his arms, completely exhausted. He cleaned them up with a quick spell and got into bed, snuggling behind her to fall into a sated sleep.

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“Ah shit,” Melody groaned as the castle wards flashed. “They set off the fucking alarm.”

“What?” Alex asked, his voice still rough from sleep. He loved sleeping, one of the many things he was deprived of as a full vampire.

“Whorple,” Severus growled in a hoarse voice. “She’s set the bloody castle to flash when a large amount of magic is released.”

Celeste moaned and sat up. “Does she know where it comes from?”

Melody shook her head and crawled over Alex to get out of bed. “I disabled the tracking charm on my room when I first moved in, since I’m not entirely stable.”

“An understatement,” Severus chuckled and grunted when Celeste poked him in the side. “Bloody harpy! It’s the truth.”

“Be nice,” Celeste hissed and climbed over him, putting her robe on.

Melody sighed and slipped her clothes on haphazardly. “I’m gonna head the old bitch off. My room is disabled but the hall isn’t and it will have registered there.”

“I’ll come,” Celeste said softly.

“I suggest becoming the frog,” Melody said as she belted a robe around her waist, not caring that it was Severus’s and about a foot too long. “That way, if she pisses me off, I can just throw you at her and she’ll die.”

Severus chuckled. “I think the hag might be immune to Celeste, being a poisonous toad herself.”

“It’s a thought,” Melody sighed. “You two don’t start anything without us…or at least put it in a pensive so we can watch.”

Alex sniggered. “Would if I could.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Severus snapped, scooting closer to the edge of the bed when Alex shifted towards him.

Alex sighed. “What good is sharing a bed if I can’t use it?”

“Because the couch is fucking uncomfortable as hell,” Melody giggled. “Come on Celeste, let’s go find the bitch.”

Melody stormed out of Severus’s chambers and zipped through the halls at top speed. Since Salem wasn’t sentient like Hogwarts, she could see through walls quite easily and avoid any pitfalls. She skidded to a halt in front of her door and waited.

“She’s two hallways away,” Melody said softly to the frog in her pocket.

“Professor Bach!” Whorple called a few moments later. “What on earth are you doing?”

Melody quirked an eyebrow. “Trying to figure out why the castle is suddenly mimicking a stripper club.”

Whorple harrumphed at her crude phrasing. “The magic wards went off in this hall. Someone has released a large surge of magic…and the only one standing here is you.”

Melody shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I’ve only been in the hall for a few moments…and the floor’s bloody cold!”

Whorple sniffed and then froze. “Is that Snape’s robe you have on?”

Melody looked down and stifled a laugh. “Possibly. I wasn’t exactly paying attention when I put it on.”

Whorple’s face turned pink in outrage. “I told you two no cavorting about!”

Melody gave her a lazy smile. “Define cavorting.”

“You know what I mean!” Whorple hissed. “No…illicit activity of a…a personal nature.”

“No illicit what?”

Whorple growled. “You know what I mean. No funny private business.”

“OH!” Melody said in her most innocent voice. “You mean you don’t want us to fuck like bunnies.”

Whorple spluttered and stammered for a good five minutes before she regained the use of her tongue. “That is exactly what it means! You might be…okay with living in sin but-“

“Now you wait just a fucking minute,” Melody sneered. “I am not ‘living in sin’ as you so aptly put it. I am a happily married woman.”

“And yet you are frolicking around with Snape!”

Melody laughed. “I’m pretty sure Severus has never nor will he ever frolic. In fact, he might hex you for suggesting it. However, I’ll have you know that there hasn’t been any shagging going on between us since before my boys were born.”

“Then why are you wearing his robe?”

Melody shrugged. “Because it was lying there and it’s a damn sight warmer than mine.”

“He’s staying in your room?” Whorple screeched. “That is highly un-

“Oh for fucks sake,” Melody cut her off. “He’s in his own room.”

Whorple sniffed. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Go see for your damned self,” Melody spat. “Hell, I’ll go with you. I’m sure he’ll want his robe back for in the morning anyway.” She waited as Whorple froze for a few minutes. “Well, what are you waiting for? The sooner we get there, the sooner I can go back to fucking sleep.”

Melody snickered behind Whorple’s back the entire way back to Severus’s chambers. She just hoped that Whorple didn’t insist on entering the room. Alex was quick, but she wasn’t sure he could react fast enough and mist hovering over the bed was a bit of a giveaway. Unfortunately, Whorple did just that, barging into Severus’s rooms unannounced. She could hear the men chatting through the door.

“Open this door immediately!” Whorple cried.

It swung open moments later to reveal a partially nude Severus, Melody’s robe wrapped around his lower bits. Whorple screeched in shock but didn’t have the decency to turn away. Melody was certain that his bronze markings were the cause of her lack of decorum.

“What is the meaning of this?” Severus hissed.

“That proves it!” Whorple yelled. “I knew you two had something going on.”

“What?” Severus snapped.

Melody giggled. “Sev, I think we might want to switch robes.”

Severus’s face was blank but his eyes twinkled merrily. He was quite enjoying making Whorple uncomfortable. He smirked when she pushed her explanation to Whorple in his mind. “I believe you said that my robe was warmer.”

“That I did,” Melody said with a grin. “But now Whorple thinks we’re playing slap and tickle on the off hours.”

“Well, obviously not,” Severus said sardonically, motioning to the markings on his chest.

Melody tilted her head. “Yes, they are quite lovely. I believe after twenty years, I’m still envious.”

Severus quirked a brow. “What is holding you back?”

Melody grimaced. “I hate yellow.”

Severus’s hearty chuckle seemed to break Whorple out of her trance. “W-What are those?”

Severus let out an annoyed snort. “Bond markings. Surely you’ve heard of them?”

“I-I’ve never seen-“

“Oh for fucks sake,” Melody snapped. “It isn’t a common occurrence but you should at least have some base knowledge of a binding ritual. After all, historically, they’ve been quite popular.”

Whorple seemed to draw in enough air for three people with her indignant huff. “I KNOW that! I want to know why he has those markings!”

Melody bit back a snicker. “I imagine it’s because he wanted them. He does like to mark his territory.” She unconsciously rubbed behind her left ear where the tiny black mamba still slithered about. She didn’t have the heart to change it after their ordeal. In fact, she really was quite fond of it.

Severus’s eyes flickered with tenderness for a second before landing on Whorple. “I wanted to be bound as tightly to my wife as possible. Do you have a problem with that?”

Whorple blinked in shock. “I-I…but…you two have kids.”

Melody sighed. “We are very close, damn it. We’ve raised our children together but that doesn’t mean that we fuck. Honestly, everyone only believes the worst of us when it really is the opposite. The word dogmatist comes to mind again. Anyway, here’s your robe Sev.”

Severus accepted the robe with a nod and stalked into his bathroom to change. Melody lounged against the door frame to wait for him, only belatedly realizing that Celeste was still in the pocket of his robes. She tried her hardest not to smile when Celeste changed back with an oomph. Several moments later, a slightly disheveled Severus came out with Melody’s robe.

“Thanks Sev,” Melody said and donned her robe before turning to Whorple. “Now then, are you satisfied?”

Whorple sniffed. “Fine, but there was still that magical disturbance we have to deal with.”

“We?” Melody asked incredulously. “I don’t see why we have to deal with it at all. There were no magical spells released, no one is dead or even hurt. There isn’t anything to suggest maliciousness. Why worry about it?”

Whorple tutted and stomped her foot, reminding them of their children at age four. “Because I want to know who possesses that level of magic! They could be dangerous.”

Severus quirked an eyebrow. “And yet, the castle and its inhabitants still stand.”

Melody pointed to Severus, as if to say ‘what he said’ and shook her head at the aggravated look on Whorple’s face. “Whorple, if you had been in the war, then you would know that it isn’t the power the wielder has, it’s what skill they use it with. Bellatrix Lestrange was a bloody lunatic but had average magical power and yet, she was one of the fiercest and most feared Death Eaters in the ranks…because she had skills. Worry about intent Whorple. Trying to find out everyone’s power level is like spitting into the wind.”

Whorple narrowed her eyes in anger. “You don’t know anything!” With that, she spun around and stomped out of the room.

Melody took in a steadying breath before she spoke again. “Tell me it wasn’t just me?”

Alex came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. “No. I saw it too. She’s scouting.”

“Damn,” Melody said sadly. “Well, so much for flipping her.”

“Not necessarily,” Severus drawled, sitting down on the bed and bringing his wife down with him. “We can still play the political game.”

Melody snorted. “I hate that game.”

“Nevertheless,” Severus countered, “it could help. It brought Dumbledore to his knees fifth year.”

“Let’s hope she’s in the same boat,” Melody said darkly.

Alex pulled her over to the bed. “Come on sweetheart. Let’s get a few more winks before you train in the morning.”

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To Draco and Hermione’s surprise, all of the children were assembled outside one minute after six in the morning. Melody and Severus were there as well looking very grave indeed. They flew over cautiously, wondering what had them in such a somber mood.

“Have fun last night?” Melody asked softly.

Draco fell a few feet before he caught himself. Hermione actually hit the ground and had to fly back up. What had they done?

“Thought so,” Melody said softly. “Whorple’s damned wards picked up the fluctuation…although she didn’t need it. You two lit up the entire castle. Anyway, she’s on the scent now. We have reason to believe she’s a scout, perhaps looking for powerful muggleborns for a certain someone.”

Hermione thought she was going to be sick. How on earth were they going to get around her if she was the scout for the Master? How were they going to train the children if she was watching them that closely? There were too many questions floating around in her head at the moment.

Melody sighed. “Go transform back behind a tree. We’re going to have to work hard on physical training and leave the magic ‘til the weekends…at least until we know what we’re up against. Don’t worry, I’ve got an alibi for you two.”

They quickly flew behind a tree and transformed into themselves. When they came back out, it was to see all the children looking intently at them. Melody smiled and waved them over.

“Alright,” Melody said in a clear voice. “The alibi for these two: Circe’s contacted them after your little charm stunt yesterday. It was amazing, by the way. Anyway, they came to see why in the hell you were sent there, perhaps insult the nurse and the charms teacher, and give you a once over just to make sure nothing was amiss. Got it?”

“Got it!” Came the unanimous reply.

“Terrific,” Melody said with a clap. “Now, it has come to our attention that a rather large grey toad is keeping an eye on magical expenditures. Therefore, our combat training during the week will be entirely physical until we can figure out exactly where we stand on that. Understood?”

Everyone nodded and waited as Severus took his place to the side. He cleared his throat and waited until everyone had settled.

“We will begin this morning with calisthenics. Then we will move to hand to hand combat followed by a period of meditation. Any questions?”

Annabel timidly raised her hand and waited for a nod from Severus. “Um…I-er-I…um…it’s just that, well, I’m not that good at combat. I mean, I know the basics, but you guys are way ahead of me.”

“Me too,” Hugo piped in.

“We have taken that into consideration,” Severus said gently. “Since Hermione and Draco are not fully healed, they will be in charge of you two as well as Cadence, Rhapsody, James, and Albus. They’ll be able to help you catch up.”

“Thanks,” Annabel whispered.

“Now then, a run I think,” Severus said promptly and removed his robe. Underneath, he wore a white vest and black sweats. It wasn’t an unusual sight when he was training, but it was certainly a change from the buttoned down black frock coat he was normally in.

Melody chuckled at the raised eyebrows and stripped down to the same. She checked her watched and motioned for everyone to warm up. A few moments later, the entire group was moving along at a good pace across the grounds.

Hermione and Draco were dragging horribly. They hadn’t done many strenuous activities since they’d woken up. They knew they needed this though, to get back on track and be in good condition to face Khrone’s castle. They didn’t run nearly as long as they normally did, and for that, they were extremely glad. They’d have to work up to it. Last night’s rendezvous had helped, but they weren’t nearly ready.

The groups split up, those with vampire blood in one group and those without in another. Hermione and Draco moved through basic stances so they could assess where Hugo and Annabel were. They had trained with their own children for years but had not gone into quite the extensive maneuvers the others had. Still, they were no slouches. The twins were paired against each other, as were the Potters, leaving Annabel and Hugo as a pair so they could get more in depth instructions.

About an hour into their training, a most unwelcomed voice came drifting over.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Hermione and Draco cringed. Whorple’s prim tone was grating at the best of times but now it rivaled nails on a blackboard. She was on the verge of losing it, if her bugged eyes and purple skin tone were anything to go by.

“What is the meaning of what?” Melody snapped.

“Why are the children fighting like…like-“

“Muggles?” Melody asked with venom in her voice.

“It’s barbaric!” Whorple screeched.

“How do you come to that conclusion?” Severus drawled. “The Dark Lord himself was most interested in muggle fighting techniques. Some forms are quite beautiful, really.”

“But we’re magical!” Whorple snapped. “They should learn to defend themselves with magic.”

“Oh sure, and then they can just blast the muggles if they pick a fight and get thrown in Azkaban,” Melody said sarcastically. “The children are trained in magical fighting techniques. However, we agreed to give them a well-rounded education filled with muggle and magical lessons.”

“Why would you want to do that? They are magical!”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Ignorance of the muggle world is the cause of much animosity. We have no wish to see history repeat itself. Now, if you please, we must finish.”

“Absolutely not!” Whorple yelled. “I will not have them practicing these…these…medieval methods.”

Melody noticed several of the older students, including the children’s mates, had migrated outside and were watching. She gave a wicked grin before engaging. “Did you know that giants are immune to magic? Or that vampires can withstand the killing curse. Perhaps the fact that werewolves can smell spent magic might interest you. If not those, have you ever been inside a magical vacuum like the Bermuda triangle? In the pyramids of Egypt, certain floors were warded against the use of magic. I wonder then, if you would be so confident in your dueling skills Headmistress Whorple?”

Whorple gapped like a cod fish for a few minutes before she spotted Hermione and Draco, who were quietly giving Annabel and Hugo a few last minute pointers to work on. They knew that their time was up and decided to use it wisely. The toadish headmistress turned to them and narrowed her eyes. “What are you two doing here?”

Draco grinned. “Well, Headmistress, we got a distressing call from Circe’s yesterday, something about a color charm incident. You see, we used to work there a few years ago and are quite close with many members of the staff. Since they were concerned, we thought we’d come and check the children out ourselves. However, it seems that they are just fine.”

Whorple turned white, which was a sight against her pale grey robes. Her resemblance to a ghost in that moment was quite remarkable. She managed to gulp and nod. “Um, yes well, it was a mix up, I assure you. However, what are you doing teaching these children this…this-“

Draco growled. “Headmistress, what I teach my children is my business, not yours. I’ll thank you to stay out of it.”

“But-but those aren’t your children!” Whorple hissed.

Draco gave her a lazy smile. “You’ll find that between the four of us, we have guardian rights over all of the children training here. Besides, it isn’t as if we are forcing them to learn it. They are most welcome to sit out at any moment. We don’t believe in a dictatorship.”

That last sentence finally shut the overbearing old hag up. Draco wasn’t sure that it wasn’t more from her trying to save face rather than not having a comeback. Seizing the opportunity her silence afforded them, he turned and had Rhapsody and Cadence spar again. The girls were quite evenly matched, circling and dodging at the proper times. They were both also on the verge of giggles. Between Cadence seeing the mutinous feelings and Rhapsody knowing what the old bat was thinking, concentrating was hard. The spar ended when Cadence caught Rhapsody’s eyes flickering from a new outside thought and tackled her to the ground.

“Well done,” Draco said with a clap. “I believe we are through.”

“Us as well,” Melody called. They had run a simultaneous spar between Ara and Serena. It wasn’t a coincidence that they’d had the girls fight publicly. It was a message, one that said that they could hold their own in a fight. Judging from the look on Thomas’s face, he had understood it perfectly.

“Wait,” Rhapsody called and eyed Aiden for a few moments before smiling. “We have a request!”

“Oh?” Melody asked. She didn’t have a very good feeling about this.

Rhapsody nodded. “Well, it has been ages since we’ve seen you and Professor Snape spar. We always learn so much more when you two go at it and we were wondering if you’d do it again.”

“What are you playing at?” Draco muttered.

Rhapsody smirked and whispered under her breath. “The boys told MacNeeley that it wasn’t Severus or Alex they needed to fear yesterday. I’m just giving her an opportunity to prove it.”

“Ah,” Draco said with a chuckle. “Well, it’ll be interesting at least.”

Melody’s eyebrows were almost to her hairline she was so shocked. It really had been a long time since she and Severus had sparred. The reason being that he’d reopened the scars on her back. Still, he and Alex had been making great progress on an experimental potion designed to heal them. Perhaps she could risk it just this once. It only hurt for a little while.

“You’re mad,” Severus hissed.

“Stay out of my head!” Melody snapped.

“I don’t have to venture inside it to see the eagerness written across your face.”

“What harm would it do, Sev? Honestly, there are two healers standing less than a hundred yards away in case…that…happens again. And you heard her reasoning.”

Severus pursed his lips and nodded. He had heard Rhap’s reasoning and he hated to admit that he agreed with it. He nodded ever so slightly and looked around. More students had joined them outside. He was glad that it was still quite early and most of the younger years were asleep. This display would probably frighten the daylights out of them. He made it a point to never go easy on Melody. She’d hex him a new one if he tried.

“One condition,” Severus drawled and waited for Melody to agree. “You bleed and we’re through.”

“Done,” Melody said curtly. “But a split lip doesn’t count.”

Hermione hastily put up a privacy charm over her and Rhapsody. “Will they open up?”

Rhapsody nodded. “Yes, but they need to. I saw it last night when the boys and I discussed it. She reopens her wounds in battle and Severus will repair them. We’ll need Alex, because he’ll be the only one that can control her magic. They need some very powerful spell work as well but don’t worry, you two are plenty well enough for that. After that, they should fade to silver.”

“And the advantage of opening them up here?”

Rhapsody sighed. “Two-fold. Severus must be the one to open them up and it must be during an altercation for the cure to work. Two, MacNeeley, the pig, will see that not only can she kick his ass the muggle way should he get any bright ideas…and he will… but that she can take pain like no one he’s ever met in his life.”

Hermione nodded sadly. “That she can. Um, how bad?”

Rhapsody frowned. “She’ll be incapacitated the rest of the day. I think Whorple will let Alex stay to help her teach. Anyway, you two need to insist on staying as well. Three healers are better than one, right?”

“I suppose so. Any ideas as to how long it will be before you run the MacNeeley’s off?”

Rhapsody grinned. “The nurse will be fired within the week. Aunt Ginny’s already printed the article! Parents will be crying in outrage and demand an actual Healer, forget mediwitch. Draco’s a shoo in because Whorple would never hire Alex. Let’s face it, the Malfoy name might not be what it once was, but it’s still powerful in the circles Whorple runs in.”

Hermione hummed. “Alright then. Should we call Alex now?”

Rhapsody giggled. “Cadence already did.”

Hermione cancelled the spell and sighed. Draco, having heard the conversation loud and clear, threw a comforting arm over his wife. At least some good would come out of seeing Melody in pain once more.

AN: Okay, did that fix it? I hope so. This format thing stinks. Anyway, I'll see you guys again on Monday (and I'll continue to try and fix whatever is going on with this. As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. I love each and every one of them. Until next time...love you guys!

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Fooling Fate sequel to Bound