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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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“Whatever you did to Henrietta’s father,” Draco began once Melody sat down.

“I didn’t hurt him…badly,” Melody said defensively.

Draco chuckled. “I was going to ask if I can get a list because he’s done a complete turnaround.”

“Oh,” Melody breathed out. “I’ll put it in a pensive for you later. I don’t recommend doing it though.”

“It was beautiful,” Severus smirked.

“So you’ll tell father but not me?” Draco pouted.

“No, you’re blasted father threatened to duel me in class unless I let him in my mind,” Melody growled.

Severus merely shrugged at the accusation and then looked at the clock. “It’s lunch time.”

“Uh, don’t remind me,” Melody groaned.

“I thought you wanted us here for lunch,” Hermione said in confusion.

“Oh I do and after we get our food, it’ll be fine. I just dread the trip there.”

“What do you mean?” Draco asked.

“Headmistress Whorple’s sense of leadership is about as warped as Umbridge’s,” Severus growled. “She insists that everyone must report to the dining hall if they wish to eat. They may take their food to go but reporting is mandatory.”

“Along with any guests,” Melody said in a nasally voice. “I want to know who’s treading in my castle.”

“She doesn’t happen to have a fear of centaurs does she?” Draco asked. Hermione burst into giggles.

“One could only hope,” Severus said dryly and got up. “Best not delay much longer. We’re already the odd ducks.”

“I imagine a British professor has them thrown for a loop,” Hermione said.

“Oh yes.” Severus chuckled wryly. “I have already been informed that I am not from around here.”

“Who would dare say that?” Hermione asked in shock. She remembered his reactions to stupid comments all too well.

“A little first year girl, riotous curly red hair. She reminded me of you actually.”

“Hey now,” Hermione huffed. “I’ve managed to control my hair.”

Severus let his eyes flicker to his daughter’s hair, now hanging in soft ringlets down her back. “So you have. Let’s go.”

“Merlin this place is different,” Hermione breathed, taking in the white stone walls. It was rather…boring.

“Tell me about it.” Melody rolled her eyes. “It’s so sterile, always has been. All the walls and floors are white. All the staircases stay put. There are no hidden or abandoned rooms, no little alcoves, no secret passageways, and no ghosts.”

“Shame,” Draco said wistfully. “I imagine the Bloody Barron would add a bit of interest.”

Melody chuckled. “Yes well, these children would piss themselves if they saw him…or even Nick come to think of it.”

“I imagine a nearly headless ghost would get some people’s attention.” Hermione’s smile faltered. “It’s so quiet.”

“Muffling charms on the stones,” Severus said in aggravation. “Too many echoes make Whorple’s head hurt.”

“She sounds like she’s about as much fun as a herd of Hagrid’s blast-ended skewerts,” Draco mumbled. “There’s too much order here, no sentient magic.”

“No portraits either,” Melody sighed. “I’m going to miss fighting with Salazar.”

“Did you ever manage to win an argument?” Severus asked.

“No,” Melody huffed. “Bloody wanker would leave the portrait whenever I made a valid point he didn’t like.”

Draco laughed. “You really have spent too much time in England.”

“What?” Melody shrugged. “I like the words.”

“Makes you sound like Madonna,” Hermione sniggered.

“Well, I haven’t affected a fake accent yet so I think I’m good. Besides, the restroom is still the bathroom, elevators aren’t lifts, and I swear if Severus doesn’t quit ordering chips and then complaining when he gets a bag of Fritos, I’m going to scream.”

Hermione laughed loudly, her voice dying before it had a chance to echo off the walls. “Goodness, even laughing isn’t as much fun here.”

“Nothing is,” Melody sighed. “The wards are sad too. The protection is on point with Hogwarts, more strict even, but it so… so… ugh! What is the word I’m looking for?”

“Disjointed?” Severus offered. “They don’t work together and they certainly don’t speak through the castle.”

“You miss chatting with Hogwarts, don’t you Severus?” Hermione asked softly.

“At times,” Severus said after a few moments. “I’ll admit it was nice to lay my hand upon the stone and know everything important that was occurring.”

“It all worked together beautifully,” Melody said wistfully. “The portraits, the ghosts, the wards, that lovely whomping willow, even the gargoyles and suits of armor, they created protection and warmth and a sense of wonder.”

“Hogwarts was great,” Draco admitted. “It’s never fully recovered.”

Melody shook her head. “No, but I think it’s better for it. Albus tells me that it has a certain affinity for Latin music now, plays it at will.”

Draco chucked. “I can’t imagine. It must drive McGonagall insane.”

“Not really,” Severus said. “Aiden tells me that he’s seen her tapping her foot along with the beat from time to time.”

“Really letting loose, that one.” Draco grinned. “Are there houses here?”

“No,” Severus said curtly. “Students are broken down by gender and year. Each year is on a separate floor with the genders being on opposite sides of the castle. The only thing that’s nice about it is that both boys and girls dorms of all years are warded.”

“You’d think I could get him to lighten up after 36 years,” Melody huffed.

“I don’t think he’ll ever lighten up that much,” Hermione snickered. “He does have a daughter after all.”

“Ah yes, Serena.” Melody smiled. “How many boyfriends have you had to hex this year Sev?”

The potions master emitted a low growl. “The year hasn’t begun yet but over the summer there were three.”

“Why so many so fast?” Hermione asked.

Melody burst out laughing. “She’s very much like her father, boots their asses the second they show some idiotic tendency.”

“She’ll never find a man at that rate,” Hermione said with an evil grin.

“Hey now,” Draco said. “How many times do I have to apologize for being a git?”

“None.” Hermione smiled softly. “Just so long as you are aware of it.”

“Trust me,” Draco sighed and draped his arm around her shoulder. “I don’t think I will ever forget.”

“And here we are,” Melody said, gesturing grandly to the light colored oak doors. “Be warned, the seats give a little jolt when you sit in them. They take your name, age, and magic levels when you make contact.”

Draco paled. “Um, that’s not good.”

“Don’t worry,” Melody whispered. “We’ve learned how to tweak them a bit. Just sit in the seat, try not to flinch at the sting, and then tell the plate your order to go.”

The idle chatter in the hall died the instant the four of them walked in and sat down.

“Something interesting?” Draco muttered under his breath.

“Everyone’s a bit scared of Severus,” Melody answered, sitting down with a hiss of breath.

Hermione sat down with a squeak, the jolt of the sensing wards shooting through her. She felt the echoing pain from Draco and then let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She looked around the hall, taking note that all the children were staring at the dour potions master, eyes wide with fear. Glancing in his direction, she couldn’t help but giggle a bit. He was every bit the imposing figure he was when she was a girl. It sounded like American children were a lot more sheltered than those from the UK. She could only imagine what they were thinking.

“Some things never change.” Draco chuckled and looked at his plate for a moment. “It’s been ages since I’ve had some fajitas.”

Draco grinned with a plate full of steaming beef fajitas appeared, complete with all the sides. The plate then transfigured itself into a take away box and slid across the table in front of him. He thought it was rather handy. At least something in this school wasn’t horribly boring. Muffled cursing came from his right and he looked up to see what the matter was.

“Bloody American house elves,” Severus hissed as he stared down at his baked fish and crisps.

Melody burst out laughing, tears of mirth sliding down her cheeks after a few moments. “Oh, it happens every time. I keep telling you Sev, it’s French fries here.”

“The fish isn’t even fried!” Severus snapped. “And chips are hardly French.”

“Oh quit your bellyaching and give me a moment to sort it out. House elf!”

A little green creature with floppy ears and huge blue eyes appeared at her feet, nervously shuffling around and fiddling with its pristine white dishcloth. They were supposed to remain invisible at all times. To be called out in front of the entire school was a huge reprimand indeed. Its little ears drooped as Melody explained exactly what fish and chips were. She used gentle words but added a subtle threat in as well that most wouldn’t notice. Just as the little creature popped out with a nod, her compact rang.

“Oh what now,” Melody groaned and pulled out her mirror. “Aiden! Why in the hell do you have a black eye?”

“What?” Severus barked and yanked the compact away from her. “Explain!”

“Um, sorry?” Aiden offered.

“For,” Severus said flatly.

“It’s not my fault!”

Melody yanked the mirror away from Severus. “You’re going to make him blow a torch. Now stop evading and talk.”

Aiden let out a huge sigh. “Some wanker was hitting on Serena…so I hit on him.”

Draco couldn’t help but laugh at that one. He winced when Hermione popped him in the stomach.

“Hitting on her how?” Severus hissed, giving up the tug of war for the mirror and settling for placing it in between him and Melody.

“Like in the literal sense,” Aiden growled. “He only got one swipe in. I just wish I was faster.”

Severus let out a roar of anger that causes some of the first years to burst into tears. Melody’s hands shook and it was obvious that she was trying to rein in her anger. She didn’t tolerate beating women and for good reason. In fact, she insisted that all the children, from Cadence and Rhapsody all the way down to little Sable Weasley learn self-defense.

Sensing that both of them were about to explode, Hermione quietly got out of her chair and gently pried the mirror from their hands. She knelt and held it to where they could all view it and began in a calm voice. “Aiden, please start from the beginning.”

“Hi sis! I didn’t know you were there,” he said cheerfully, happy that she’d taken over. He knew his dad would go mental. “Alright, so like I said, this absolute wanker started hitting on her, like making passes and stuff. It was crude but harmless. Serena told him to get lost.”

“And I’m sure she used those exact words too,” Draco said as he crouched down beside Hermione.

“Well, not those words but you get the idea.” Aiden smirked. He looked like a much softer version of Severus, his face not quite so angular and his nose was much smaller. “Anyway, she told him to beat it and he refused, kept coming at her. She threatened him, he kept coming at her, she gave him an ultimatum, and he called her a cock tease and backhanded her.”

“Sit!” Melody snapped when Severus started to rise from his chair. His eyes held murder in them but Melody was ready. She had her wand pointed straight at his chest and if she had to hex him to the chair, she would have.

“Easy dad. She bounced right back up and…well…I’m not sure if he’s going to be able to have kids after that.” Aiden looked a bit green at that thought. “Anyway, she went for him again because you know how she is. Well, his friends jumped in at that time. Honestly dad, she was all the way across the alley. I couldn’t get there any faster without… well, you know. I arrived just as they got there. Uh, that’s the other thing.”

“What other thing?” Melody asked in alarm.

“I’m the only one who isn’t bleeding.” Aiden cleared his throat. “We were all kind of together and they jumped in.”

“What do you mean all?” Hermione asked with dread in her stomach.

“I mean all of us. Harmony was taking us school shopping,” Aiden said uncomfortably.

“The girls?” Melody asked.

“They’re fine. Serena’s already been healed but Nate and Zach are practically sitting on her to keep her from going back and ripping their throats out. Ara kept the others back. Wasn’t easy, Rhap seriously wanted a piece of the action.”

“Of course she did,” Melody snorted. “How many were there?”

“Twenty,” Aiden whispered.

“WHAT?” All four parents shrieked, causing every student in the hall to jump.

“It’s the gang I was telling you about,” Aiden continued. “They were having a meeting or something. Dad, they…their clothes.”

“What about them?” Severus asked in concern.

“Well, you know those ones that you and Melody and Draco used to wear?” Aiden’s face was pale. “The ones with those silver um… masks.”

“No,” Melody breathed out. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish I were.” Aiden’s voice was wavering now. “I… they aren’t charmed like those others were but…well, that’s the third thing. Because of their attire, the aurors were called.”

“So I should probably be expecting Harry bloody Potter to waltz through the door pretty soon,” Severus snarked.

Aiden nodded sadly. “There’s one more thing that you guys need to know.”

“Merlin Aiden, I’m not sure you dad can stand much more,” Melody said softly.

“I wish I didn’t have anything else to say.” Aiden cleared his throat again. “They had a name, the group. It’s close to- I thought you’d want to know.”

“If you’re fixing to tell us that they’re using our names…” Melody warned.

“No,” Aiden cut her off. “They’re called... the Pure Phenoms.”

“Holy fuck,” Melody squeaked.

“Professor Bach!” A high pitched nasally voice interrupted their conversation. “I have told you that we do not use that kind of language here at Salem.”

Melody pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Sorry Headmistress Whorple. I forgot myself for a moment. It shan’t happen again.”

Draco turned to Hermione in shock. He mouthed the word shan’t and raised an eyebrow. She fought back a smile at her husband’s antics.

“See that it doesn’t.” A rather heavy set woman with a nose that rivaled the one on Severus’s face was giving her a disdainful look as she sat down. The woman had her iron grey hair pulled back in a bun that seemed to be tighter than the one McGonagall wore. She had on plain beige robes and a pristine pointy hat.

“Aiden, I shall speak with you after classes today,” Severus said softly.

“Yes sir,” Aiden said, his voice much stronger now. “He’s port keying now, by the way.”

“Thank you,” Severus said and bid his son goodbye before closing the compact and handing it back to Melody.

“Professor Snape,” Whorple began in clipped tones. “I believe we discussed the procedures for handling personal matters only yesterday.”

“We did madam,” Severus said curtly. “However, that was an extreme emergency. It couldn’t be helped.”

Whorple harrumphed. “I highly doubt speaking to your son was an emergency.”

“I’m afraid it is,” Harry said, as he entered the room. Gasps sounded from all corners. Even in America, everyone knew who Harry Potter was. He ignored them and made his way to the professors’ table. “I’m sorry Headmistress Whorple but this is an urgent matter. Professors Snape, Bach, Healers Malfoy, if I might have a word with you in private?”

“Certainly Auror Potter,” Severus said smoothly and picked up his take away that was now full of the correct food. The other three stood in his wake and followed him out, a flurry of whispers following them.

“Do you know who that was? That was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived!”

“Ugh,” Potter groused as they shut the door to Severus’s private office. “I am the man who is sick of not being able to take a piss without reporters trying to get a peep.”

“Fame has its price,” Severus smirked.

“Yes well, tweaking the story so you and everyone else fell out of the limelight was a brilliant way to throw it all on me, I must say,” Harry snorted and threw himself down in a chair.

“So what happened Harry?” Hermione asked.

“It really is just like Aiden said. The entire alley saw it. The leader of the group, you heard what they call themselves now, he started yelling crude pickup lines at Serena. She, in true Serena fashion, told him to get stuffed using large words…and some not so large ones. He kept coming at her despite her warnings and then called her a name and backhanded her. She was a spitfire though. Healers are pretty sure he’s going to lose his left testicle.”

“Good,” Severus hissed.

Harry grinned. “Thought you’d say that. Anyway, the boys all came running when they realized what was going on. Good thing too because all his buddies joined in.”

“How bad was it?” Draco asked.

“Pretty bad. I haven’t seen power like that since the war…and it came from us.”

“So they didn’t just brawl?” Melody asked sadly.

“Afraid not,” Harry sighed. “It started out that way but when they realized our boys were kicking their arses, they went to wands. It’s a good thing we trained them to duel long ago…and that Scorpius is so powerful.”

“Aiden said that they were wearing Death Eater robes,” Severus said softly.

“Very close.” Harry grimaced. “They’re the same color and cut, look to be a bit big for most of them. I’m no expert but I’d say they were authentic. The masks though, they’re different. They’re silver, but aren’t charmed to invoke fear. They have rune etchings on them. Ministry expert says they mean superior being.”

“Not proud much, are they?” Melody sniffed. “Let me guess. They’re all purebloods.”

“Or half.” Harry shook his head. “Most of these boys are either from Death Eater families or came from America. They’re all scheduled to start Hogwarts next week.”

“Joy,” Severus said dryly. “So what is the decision”?”

“Well, since ours are the children of war heroes and yours truly, they aren’t going to be held accountable. No one could blame them anyway since the leader of their gang threw the first punch and the first hex. He’s been transported to the hospital by the way, under close auror supervision…meaning Ron will hex him to hell if he so much as twitches in the wrong direction.”

“I never thought I’d see the day when I was happy there was a Weasley on guard,” Severus said offhand.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Back to why I’m really here though. Melody, I need you to take a look at something for me.”

“What?” Melody asked, setting her fork down. She’d been plowing through her salad while Harry talked.

“Like I said, they’re powerful. I mean…at my level of power.”

“You think there is something to their name?” Melody asked.

“That’s what I wanted to find out. You said that we might have an issue with something like horcruxes again after your last little book hunting adventure. Well, we confiscated something off of the boys. I put it in a magic cut off box so it wouldn’t startle you until you were prepared. I think this is one of those objects. Each boy was wearing one and they seemed to…I don’t know, almost wilt or something when we took them off. Before, some registered at my power level. Stripped of their wands and these things, they register about as high as Pettigrew did.”

Melody nodded her head and braced herself on the desk as Harry took out a small black box. It was seemingly harmless but Draco could feel the power leaching out of it. It was evil, dark, and it called to him.

“Harry, I think I need to step back,” Draco said softly. “I can feel it already.”

“I know,” Harry whispered. “I feel it too.” He opened the box and set it on the desk.

Melody let out a strangled cry and then spun around. “That’s what it is alright. It’s…Harry, it’s worse than looking at you the first time.”

“Makes a bloke feel good to hear that,” Harry said dryly.

“Oh you know what I mean,” Melody snapped and then turned around again. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. “Those girls…this piece belonged to one of them.”

“Fuck,” Draco hissed. “We were too late.”

Melody took a deep breath. “We have to fix this. Meeting tonight at the old blood circle. Harry, first…first you need to watch the pensive we made. You have to understand what’s happening. You…you haven’t eaten have you?”

He shook his head. “Nah, missed dinner. Is it that bad?”

“Worse.” Severus had barely whispered the word. His eyes were still haunted at the memories.

“You know how to speed up a pensive right?” Melody asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because this mission took most of the night. Fast forward though anything where we aren’t talking,” Melody instructed. “And um… where’s your trash can Sev?”

“I’m going to need a bin?” Harry asked in alarm.

“You will when you get out,” Melody said softly. “Ready?”

“I guess so.” Harry gulped and plunged his face into the pensive that Severus pushed forward on his desk.

“I thought you said that the muggles wouldn’t give power,” Draco said, his eyes glued to Harry’s bent form.

“I did,” Melody answered flatly. “Like I said, this one came from one of the muggleborns.”

“There weren’t enough magical girls in there for twenty of these,” Draco argued.

“You weren’t listening closely,” Severus said slowly. “He said some of them registered on phenom level, not all.”

“The placebo effect.” Hermione closed her eyes. “They give out an amulet to each of them and didn’t tell them which ones worked but they believed in them.”

“Thus wilting when it was taken off, regardless of a power change.” Melody nodded.

“Fuck!” Draco yelled and kicked the desk. “Who is behind this?”

“That’s what we’re going to try to find out at the meeting,” Melody answered. “But I think it’s safe to say one thing…we’re at war again.”

“The children,” Severus whispered.

“We’ll have to train them,” Melody said harshly. “There is no way in hell I’m letting them go to school unprepared.”

“I agree,” Severus said. “Potter was woefully unprepared until the very end. Look at how much it cost us.”

Draco and Hermione nodded in unison.

“You know what this means,” Melody sighed. “We’ll have to tell them everything. Everything. The boys are going to hate me.”

Severus snorted. “They’ll hate me worse.”

“Nonsense,” Hermione cut in. “They all know we had to do some pretty ghastly things during the last war. We haven’t exactly glossed over it.”

“Yes but the most they know is that there’s more to the story than Rita Skeeter can dig up,” Melody murmured. “To truly understand what’s fixing to happen, they need to know what they’re up against…including what Sev and I had to go through. Moldy appears to have started this craze too. His successor might be worse. You guys are going to have to play confessional too you know.”

“We know,” Draco said softly. “I just hate to have to jade them so soon.”

Melody snorted and rolled her eyes. “How jaded were you two by their age?”

“Which ones?” Draco asked.

“All of them,” Melody scoffed. “Scorp and Ara are what, sixteen? You were already in the Dark Lord’s service by then. Hell you were married by then! Jacob and Rose are fourteen. It’s a bit young, yes, but Harry was entered in the Tri-Wizard tournament by that time. The one that might need shielding is Lily. She’s what, thirteen?”

“Harry and I saved Buckbeak and broke Sirius out of prison at that age,” Hermione said softly.

“And tried to outrun a werewolf,” Severus added disdainfully. “Still, Potter had already faced the Dark Lord twice, Ginny had been possessed by him, Potter faced a basilisk, and then there was that bit with the dementors.”

“So we’ll start gently with her. She still needs to know what she’s up against though,” Melody said thoughtfully. “Harry might not like it, but he should remember how he felt when he was young and no one would tell him anything. Trying to protect him my ass.”

“It was necessary,” Severus hissed. “He was too rash. He would have gone gallivanting off before he was ready.”

Hermione giggled. “Oh Severus, he did that anyway. He was just woefully ignorant of just how badly things could have gone.”

“So we learn from our mistakes,” Melody said. “We over inform them. Tell them every painful and frightening detail, give them nightmares if we have to. I want them to know how serious this is beyond a shadow of a doubt. Then we begin teaching them how to defend against it.”

“What about the girls?” Draco asked. “Surely they know everything.”

“Probably.” Melody shrugged. “Rhapsody isn’t one to hold back from Cadence. That’s how Harmony and I were after all. Still, she’s kept her mouth shut purely out of our wishes. I imagine there are few things we could tell her that she’d be surprised about.

“How secure is this room?” Draco asked suddenly.

“What kind of dunderhead do you take me for?” Melody asked in horror. “Granted, every space in the school is under magical eyeball supervision but I sort of switched out the eyeballs for me and Sev with two empty offices.”

“Sounds horrifying.” Hermione shuddered.

“Not really. Probably gave ole Whorple a headache for a bit but…” She shrugged.

An elegant chime rang through the building. “Oh blast,” Severus snipped, shoving the last chip in his mouth.

“Lunch is over,” Melody announced. “At least I get a fun class this time.”

“Who do you have?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Sixth year class A.” Melody grinned. “It’s not quite as exciting as Slytherin and Gryffindor sixth years, but at least they’ll know that a jelly legs jinx doesn’t actually turn your legs to jelly.”

“Oh goodness,” Hermione groaned.

“Indeed.” Severus chuckled. “I must say, there is a certain lack of anticipation when there are no house rivalries. It’s about like having Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in divination.”

“Sounds painful,” Draco said sympathetically.

“On the plus side, I haven’t had a cauldron explode all morning.” Severus grimaced. “Probably just jinxed myself.”

“You’ll live.” Melody grinned and then turned to Draco and Hermione. “Can you two stay and watch over Potter? We’ve both got classes and he’ll need someone when he’s done.”

“Sure. I think Harmony’s probably got everything under control. We owe her big time though,” Draco said.

“We all do,” Melody said sadly. “Well, let’s see. Sev’s office is officially off the map so feel free to…reconnect. Just…clean his desk if you fuck on it. He’s kind of picky like that.”

“And don’t tell me about it either,” Severus growled before storming out the door.

“He seems…almost happy.” Hermione tilted her head to consider it.

“A blank slate is a blessing,” Melody said softly. “There are no house rivalries here, no playing favorites, and most importantly, no horrible memories at every turn.”

“Can he sleep through the night yet?” Draco asked.

“Not without help,” Melody said sadly. “Then again, I can’t either. Too many memories. They weren’t too bad until we went to Moldy’s hangout. Now I find I can’t sleep at all. Sometimes I wonder if living is a blessing or a curse.”

“Your sons,” Hermione said gently.

Melody nodded. “They make my life worth living…Alex too…and you guys. Really, I know it’s a blessing. Honestly, only a few people on the planet know what I do but the memories are…taxing.”

“Have they lessened at all?” Hermione asked in concern.

“Oh, of course. Years and happy memories have replaced some of the terrors of the past but I almost wonder if they aren’t there to remind me not to get too cocky.”

“Never thought of it that way,” Draco said slowly. “I suppose they can be…watching your mistakes over and over just so you know that even you aren’t invincible.”

Melody nodded. “That’s about the gist of it. Now, you two play nice, try not to blow up the castle, and I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Draco stood up and placed several dozen wards on the door as soon as Melody left. He knew she’d placed a dozen or so on the outside of the door as well. A quick glance at the desk showed that Harry was still very much involved in the pensive. Even on fast forward, it would take at least an hour to get through.

“Surely you are joking,” Hermione said incredulously when she saw the lusty gleam in his eyes.

“I never joke about you,” Draco purred.

Hermione shivered at the raw timbre his deep voice had taken on. His voice had only gotten sexier over the years. It had nothing on the booming baritone of the potion master but something about it went straight to her core. Even now, she felt her knickers wetting at the sound. If he started speaking French, she would be a puddle of goo.

Draco smirked. He knew exactly what effect his voice had on her. That’s what he was counting on. He’d discovered all her little weaknesses years ago, starting with how much she loved to hear him speak French. That one had been a surprise, a discovery while trying to scare a fellow classmate away from them. Slytherin that he was, he wasn’t above using tricks to get her right where he wanted her. She had her tricks too so he didn’t feel the least bit bad about it.

Hermione almost laughed when she heard his thoughts. She figured she did have quite a few tricks in her bag. Two sets of twins had filled out her curves but not her stomach. She worked hard to keep it flat and toned along with her arms and legs. Melody would beat the hell out of her if she didn’t. The woman was a menace but she had a point; getting flabby was very bad for their profession. Besides, Draco loved her abs…very much. He said they were the perfect balance for her ample tits and her juicy bum, his words, not hers. All she had to do was flash a little cleavage and rub her hip up against him and he was hers.

“I most certainly am yours,” Draco whispered and crashed his lips down over hers in a heated kiss.

Hermione had to bite back a groan. How could every kiss feel just like the first one, like they had to crawl inside each other to breathe? Their bond was sometimes almost strong enough to make them go mad, forcing them to do crazy things just to be next to each other. She let the memories of their first kiss wash over her and shared them with Draco.

They were in an alcove behind a tapestry by the Great Hall at Hogwarts. The mind bond was still very new and their heads hurt so badly. They just had to complete the pain spell to end the torment. Harry had seen the light coming from them and went to investigate. Terrified that they were going to get caught, Draco had kissed her so he could hide her with his body. She’d had enough time to glamour herself to look like Pansy but the kiss… oh the kiss was divine. It felt like coming home.

“I am home,” Draco whispered as he broke the kiss. “Home is where ever you are ma chérie.”

That did it. Hermione pulled him down for another heated kiss. She caught him off balance, tugging him over to the far wall and stopping when her back hit it. She thanked Merlin and the Gods that his trousers were elastic. He’d developed a preference for muggle scrubs in medical school and they made everything so much more accessible. She quickly yanked them and his pants down, freeing his already weeping cock and giving him a few teasing strokes.

Draco growled. He had quite the stamina but when she got aggressive, it made him want to come in his pants like a virgin. He was not thrilled that his wife had the same affinity for scrubs that he did but that was taken care of easily with a ripping spell directly to the crotch. It could be repaired later. He murmured the spell and picked her up, slamming her back into the wall and loosening her grip on his pulsating member. He quickly yanked her knickers out of the way and slid home in one sure thrust.

Hermione let out a breathy moan. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, getting fucked against the wall in the same room where her best friend was without any sort of barrier. She was no exhibitionist but it did give her a bit of a thrill. Well, that and the fact that Draco had now bared his fangs and was scraping them against her neck. Melody was right. You never got used to the pleasure the fangs gave. Addicted, now that was something else entirely. There were days that she shook, craving his bite like a muggle drug.

Draco let loose, pounding her into the stone wall like a muggle jack hammer. He was glad she was so strong. A lesser woman would have been broken by the second thrust. Not his wife, she was perfection. He moaned as she tilted her hips so he could slide just a bit further into her. A tilt and whirl of his pelvis made her cry out a string of obscenities. She rarely cursed like that unless she was beyond angry or completely gone from pleasure. It made his ego swell a bit to know he could take her there, make the world go away.

Hermione was lost, the steady rhythm and Draco’s kisses were too much to keep up with. She needed this so badly and she was at the point that she didn’t care who saw. Between two sets of twins, a healer job, and the job that Nemesis gave them, there was hardly any time to reconnect. Now though, now there was no one to stop them but they couldn’t do this all day. Harry would come out of the pensive at any time and if his reaction was anything close to theirs, he would need a nausea potion and a calming draught. She hated to end it but the anticipation of the flavor and the pleasure was enough to temper her disappointment.

Draco felt her fangs rip his shirt and knew it was coming. He didn’t want it though. He wanted this to last, fuck her for hours until neither one of them could move. They had work to do though so he yanked her shirt out of the way and sunk his fangs into her neck, the welcome taste of treacle tart and cream urging him on.

Hermione cried out in pleasure. It was like having a bucket of lava dumped in her veins, her climax rushing through her like lightening. She barely had the presence of mind to sink her fangs into Draco’s shoulder and savor the taste of lime cordial flooding her mouth. If anyone would have told her when she was a teenager that her husband’s blood would be the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted, she’d of hexed them. Now though, now she dreamed about it in her sleep. His blood was the only blood she craved, but she loved it.

Draco’s guttural groan was muffled in his wife’s neck. He felt his seed pump into her, its warmth adding to the pleasure of her pulsing walls. He weakly thrust a few times before his legs buckled and they slid down the wall. Knowing that they had to quit, they withdrew their fangs and set to licking their wounds so they would heal.

It was strange really. Only vampire saliva could heal a vampire bite and theirs were no different. However, unlike vampires, their saliva didn’t heal any other wound. Daywalkers could heal simple cuts but they were fangwalkers, something not really heard of before…until them. A blood bond with a daywalker like Severus had bred a new species, so to speak. They were glad for it though. The enhanced hearing and strength had gotten them out of many a tough scrape, not to mention the fact that drinking each other’s blood settled the bond.

They had just finished cleaning themselves up and repairing their clothing when Harry came out of the pensive. He retched in the bin for what seemed like forever before screaming in outrage. Hermione sighed sadly and went over to rub his back and clean up after him. Draco fished a few vials of potion out of the desk and handed them to Harry who slammed them back in succession without so much as a grimace. Nothing was as horrible as what he’d just witnessed.

“So am I under arrest?” Draco asked quietly after a lengthy silence.

“No,” Harry croaked. “It was mercy. Gods, not even Voldemort was that depraved.”

“Were you paying attention?” Draco asked sharply. “Those girls suffered that at his hands. Imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t ended him when you did.”

Harry shook his head and gagged again, happy that he couldn’t vomit again but wishing he could. The old feelings of hate and helplessness threatened to drown him again. How could he have missed that detail? The vision of the last cell full of girls was forever going to be burned behind his eyelids. He’d see them in his nightmares. “What now?”

“Now we find the last book,” Hermione answered softly. “Nemesis has us collecting them all for a reason.”

“I think I know what that reason is now,” Harry wheezed and put his head down on the desk to keep himself from passing out. “Who was the crazy bastard that wrote those books anyway?”

“Antonion Demetrovinksy,” Draco answered. “He was the equivalent of a muggle scientist, and not in a good way. He was revered in Dark Arts circles as the father of the magical binding, discovered a way to bind magic in increments.”

“Like you two at first,” Harry said knowingly.

“Right,” Hermione said. “He moved on from binding to magical core manipulations. It was thought that he was trying to create pure magic through experimentation.”

“But that’s impossible,” Harry protested. “Only the fates can do that. It was a miracle they let you two live.”

“Well we know that,” Draco snarked. “But Antonion didn’t and now it’s come to bite us in the arse. Someone has picked up where he left off.”

“How could Voldemort have possibly known that?” Harry asked.

“It’s the darkest of magic Harry,” Hermione said softly. “It probably drew him. He figured out a way to cheat death. I bet he wanted to make sure he was the most powerful as well.”

Harry nodded “He was seeking the most powerful wand in the world. I don’t guess it’s that farfetched after all. But still, who’s carrying on now?”

“That,” Draco said harshly, “is what we’re going to find out. And when we do, we’ll crush them along with all knowledge of power imbalances and the ability to split souls and cores.”

“I think that’s going to be pretty much impossible,” Harry snorted. “Even if we destroy every book it’s mentioned in, word of mouth will still be out there. Horcruxes, I think, are safe since you have to split your own soul and there is a very great risk of dying when doing so... Oh fuck!”

“What?” Hermione asked in alarm.

“Those boys. Every single one had a talisman on them. They know who’s behind it.”

“I suggest you go and question them then,” Draco growled.

Harry nodded. “I’ll do that now. Um, can you destroy this one though?”

Draco looked at the black box that Harry had carried in. The necklace was unassuming, a simple golden infinity sign with two stones imbedded in the loops, an onyx and a pearl. The soul called to the men though, begging them to take it, wear it, use it. “I’ll ask Melody if we can destroy it the same way. If we can, it’ll be no problem.”

Harry cocked his head, listening to the cries of the soul inside. “I wonder what happens to the wearer?”

“No!” Hermione screeched and slammed the box closed. “You know the horcruxes could possess people.”

“Well of course.” Harry furrowed his brow. “But Hermione, this soul isn’t evil. It was taken against its will and is forced to endure torture if Melody is right. What would that do to a wearer? I mean, I watched that boy as they took it off him. He was cocky, sure of himself, reminded me a bit of Draco as a kid actually.”

“Watch it Potter.”

“I said as a kid.” Harry grinned at Draco but it quickly faded from his face. “As soon as I took it off, he wilted. I mean like, when you two are separated for too long kind of change. He looked like…like a dementor got to him, all sunken and stuff.”

“You think the soul feeds off the wearer then?” Hermione’s eyes were moving back and forth at a rapid pace, trying to piece everything together.

“That or it like…I mean, I imagine it would look like someone who’d just had their soul split.” Harry frowned at his inability to say what he meant.

Hermione’s eyes lit up in understanding. “The soul is unstable. Without the spells that Voldemort put on the horcruxes to keep it contained, the soul is going to try and combine with another. It’s like a parasite, keeping its host strong but feeding off their life force. If separated, the connection is revealed. I imagine it could kill a person if it were left too long.”

“Holy mother of Merlin.” Draco slammed his hand down on the desk. “It won’t kill them if left too long Hermione. It’s going to actually fuse, the soul combining to create an actual phenom, an abomination of one.”

Hermione paled and sat down heavily. “An army as strong as we are.”

“Exactly,” Harry breathed. “We’ll be evenly matched…and outnumbered.”

“Eight against twenty?” Draco meant it rhetorically but he noticed that Harry was shaking his head.

“No. Harmony and Melody’s kids are like us…and your kids are as strong as I am. Snape and Celeste’s kids…they’re strong too.”

“So are yours Harry.” Hermione brushed a tear from her eyes. “They’re all more powerful than normal. I…I don’t want that for them.”

“We might not have a choice,” Harry said thickly. “Thinking of my kids going through what we went through makes me sick but Hermione, we can’t leave them unprepared, not like we were.”

Draco smacked the desk again. “We’ll talk about it tonight. For now, go question that lead boy. Use legilimency if you have to. Don’t tell the Ministry.”

Harry snorted. “Of course not but what if I can’t break through his shields?”

Draco stood up and strode across the room. He came to an unassuming roll top desk in the corner and waved his wand over it in intricate patterns. His other hand shook from the force of the spells he was using until the top clicked open. He took out two potions and then closed the desk again, replacing the wards on it. He handed Harry the potions.

“What are these for?”

“The first,” Draco said, pointing to the black potion, “is an occlumency stopper. It works opposite the one father gave you at the Ranch for your wedding. Even father’s walls will crumble with this one. The second,” he said, pointing to the orange potion, “is a form of imperius. Put your hair in it, make him drink it, and you can control him. It’ll work for a full week. He’ll be able to function normally but he’ll have to follow your orders. Order him to tell you his deepest darkest secrets and he will.”

Harry’s eyes lit up. “If we released him, I could order him to go to his master and then tell me everything.”

Draco smirked. “I’m starting to believe that you were almost placed in Slytherin.”

Harry snorted. “In other circumstances, I would arrest you myself for even thinking of this but this is war…again.”

“Yes it is but maybe this time, we can stop it before any more lives are lost,” Draco said softly.

“I’ll go now.” Harry shook Draco’s hand and gave Hermione a big hug. “We’ll see you at the circle tonight.”

AN: So, we've gotten a glimpse of Snape's kids. How about that Serena? This chapter is a bit less gory than the last, wouldn't you all agree? I'm sort of both glad and sickened that it reminded you of a Nazi concentration camp. That is the feel I was going for though. Anyway, next up is a surprise. YAY! As always, thank you sooooo much for your reviews. They're better than cigarettes and maragaritas! Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing and if you find any errors. Until next time... Love you guys!
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

Fooling Fate sequel to Bound