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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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Draco bared his fangs, hissing slightly at Hermione who was already out of her clothing and climbing into bed. They didn’t have time for slow and sweet. This was going to be quick and dirty and rough, though he couldn’t even enjoy the thought. Not when there were two boys outside with only hours left and two more teens trapped going through Gods knew what. No, this was a necessity, all pleasure aside.
Hermione bared her fangs and got on all fours, glancing over her back at Draco. “Come fuck me then.”
Draco removed his clothes with a flick of his hand and stalked over, taking his wife’s hips roughly. He rubbed up against her, hardening quickly at the feel of her already slick entrance gushing. If the situation wasn’t so forced, he would have tied her up and smacked her until her bum was a fiery red before taking her hard and fast. He’d just have to settle for the latter part.
“Get ready love,” he growled. “This is going to be anything but gentle.”
“Put your money where your mouth is Malfoy,” Hermione taunted, knowing it would push him over the edge. Just because it was forced didn’t mean they couldn’t take a little pleasure from the situation.
Draco hissed and buried himself to the hilt with one thrust. He savored the scream his wife let out at his sudden entrance. He knew she wasn’t hurt badly, though it was probably a shock. She was still tight as a glove and he hadn’t gotten any smaller. He pulled back and thrust again, this time with much more force. Hermione bounced forwards, only to be pulled back again, a groan escaping her.
He set a furious pace, the bond urging him on. Sweat started pouring from both of them, making their coupling a slippery one. Muscles burned, bones ached, and they still couldn’t slow down. Magic swirled around them, filling the room with light so bright they could scarcely see. It pulsed and made their hearts palpate. Combined with the fierce coupling, they couldn’t catch their breath.
Hermione couldn’t wait for Draco. His member filling her repeatedly and hitting the perfect spot was too much. Her muscles seized in a climax that was almost painful it was so intense. She felt Draco’s thrusts falter before he stiffened and let out a howl. The block between them broke and they felt each other’s pleasure, heads’ swimming from sensory overload. It went on forever, neither able to move from the power of the moment.
The bond wasn’t through with them. Their magic had taken on a life of its own, repositioning them so Draco was lying on the bed with Hermione draped on top. They were still joined, still feeling the aftershocks, and instinct pushed them further. They sank their fangs in and drank their fill, writhing from pleasure so acute that it was absolutely painful as it sliced through their bodies. Still they couldn’t stop.
The world was starting to dim but the bond waited until they were bordering on consciousness to snap. The walls bowed with the sheer force of their magic joining. They weakly summoned the replenisher, downing it before they lost the battle to the drowsiness that blood loss caused. Their magic swirled in the air, whipping like a flag, waiting for them to recover. When they felt better, it cracked, snapping into their chests with an electrical jolt that lit up their whole body.
It took some time before either could move or even speak. Draco finally managed to gain enough senses to communicate through his mind.
‘It’s never done that before.’
‘It must know what is about to happen.’
‘You think it will end tonight?’
Hermione’s sadness filled them both. ‘I doubt it, but we can give it our best shot.’
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“Holy Mary, Mother of God,” Melody breathed as the magic finally settled around the house.
The family had been watching it for the better part of an hour as it swirled and shocked any who threatened to enter. They knew what was happening but they’d never seen anything like that before. Not even during the war had the pure couple displayed such power. They hadn’t even tapped that during Lily and Cecil’s healing and they’d damn near ripped their cores apart to do so. Whatever was happening in that house was profound.
“What do you think that was?” Alex asked in awe.
“I don’t know,” Melody said. “But I sort of feel sorry for whoever they unleash that on tonight.”
“You do?” Albus asked cheekily.
Melody smiled sadly. “Not really. I’m just hoping it’s enough to get James and Nahuatl back… and perhaps raze that castle to the ground. You know, just a little revenge.”
Albus chuckled. “You never can have just a little revenge.”
Melody sighed and ran her hand through his messy red locks. “You’re too much like me, you know?”
“I don’t think it’s a bad thing,” Albus said.
Melody grinned. “Your poor phoenix is going to have a time sharing with you.”
Albus stroked the crimson bird still sitting regally on his chest. “Do you think I’ll be worthy of him?”
“I can’t think of two finer wizards to be given such an honor, though I will miss these curls.”
“I’ll miss lots of things,” Albus said with a frown. “I won’t be able to hex anyone anymore.”
“You could always peck their heads,” Rhapsody offered.
“Yes but they can hex me.”
“So fly by and take a shit on them when they aren’t looking,” Zach snickered, earning a smack from his mother for crude language. “Sorry. Use the bathroom then.”
Melody huffed. “Anyway, you can go flying with us, or rather; we could come flying with you two. And you don’t have to eat birdseed you know.”
“I wonder how bad birdseed tastes,” Martin pondered aloud. “I mean, we’ll be following their instincts, right?”
“Who knows,” Melody said softly.
“How will we know if it worked?” Martin asked suddenly.
“We need a signal,” Hugo said, speaking up for the first time since Albus had been hurt.
“How ‘bout I peck your head?” Albus offered.
Everyone had a great laugh. It was interrupted by Draco and Hermione emerging from the house. They seemed to glow and they could feel pulses of power surrounding them. It was terrifying and awe inspiring at the same time. They had a feeling that tonight was not going to be a victory for the Master’s army… or anyone in a hundred mile radius. This was revenge… in its purest form.
“Heaven help whoever crosses your path tonight,” Melody muttered as she handed over a few bottles of essence of Mandrake, two tablets of veritiserum antidote, a few all-purpose healing potions, two mirrors, a bottle with Celeste’s memories, and a parchment with the poem written on it.
“Dad?” Scorpius asked, walking up warily with a bag.
“Yes Scorp?”
“Um, here’s the Hand. I… er… sort of went to Hogwarts to see Grandmother. Demetri… he’s beside himself. He’s terrified he did the wrong thing. And little Addie Mae, she’s a wolf cub. I… I called Tonks to take her until she can change back. She was howling so sadly.”
Draco patted Scorpius’s shoulder. “It’s okay son. You did the right thing. If… well, no, there will be no ifs. We’ll see you later. You’re in charge.”
“Yes sir,” Scorpius said softly. He kissed his mum’s cheek in farewell and stepped back with the family.
“We’ll return soon,” Hermione said, kneeling to grab Albus’s hand. “Hang in there Al. We’ll try to be back before…”
“Cool,” Albus said softly. “Tell him he’s a git for me, would ya?”
“Sure thing kiddo,” Hermione chuckled, ruffling his already messy hair. “Be back before you know it.”
They stalked off across the pastures to the back forty so they could apparate to the castle. They didn’t want to wreck the wards around the Ranch, if they hadn’t done that already. Before they could spin away, they were almost tackled by two girls.
“Cadence, Annabel, what are you to doing here?” Hermione scolded.
Cadence wore a fierce look on her face. “You need eyes and Melody is too emotional right now to lend them to you.”
“And you aren’t?” Draco shot back.
“I am,” Cadence said slowly. “But I’m not bonded to Matt yet.”
“We can’t let you do that,” Hermione said.
“I’m not asking,” Cadence growled. “I love James with my whole heart and I want to see those bastards suffer. I’ll take you to him and get him and Nahuatl out there while you take care of everyone else.”
“Revenge isn’t always sweet,” Draco warned.
“I know that,” Cadence snapped. “But I can’t let it slide. Not this time.”
“And your mother?”
“She can’t stop me. That would be thwarting my fate. Besides, I already discussed it with Rhap. Your chances are better with me there.”
“Annabel?” Hermione called.
Annabel took a deep breath and grabbed her wand tightly. “I love him. I didn’t get to fight. I’m going to correct that now.”
“Remus will kill us all,” Draco breathed.
“This is my choice,” Annabel said quietly. “I… I can’t just stay here while he-“
“You aren’t up for this,” Draco said quietly. “You aren’t trained. You don’t have enhanced powers to draw from.”
“I can portkey,” Annabel said, holding up her necklace. “Transfigure me into jewelry if you need to. When you find them, I’ll help take them home. I don’t want to see what you do their captors. I just want him back. No matter what.”
“Annabel, you could die,” Hermione said gravely.
“I’m willing to risk it.”
“We couldn’t live with ourselves if you did,” Hermione breathed.
“It wouldn’t be your fault, would it?” Annabel countered. “I’m going whether you approve or not.”
“Cadence?” Hermione pleaded.
“I can’t send her away,” Cadence said quietly. “Rhap felt it was important that she come. She didn’t say why, but she said she thought she’d be fine.”
Hermione and Draco conversed furiously in their minds, weighing all their options. Things would go quicker if they had Cadence, since she could see the woven spells. However, Annabel would only slow them down. Then again, she did have heightened senses. Still, they didn’t want to risk her getting hurt. How could they take her though? She suggested transfiguring her into jewelry. It wasn’t that they couldn’t, but it could mess with both the port key and her heart. Inanimate objects didn’t exactly tend to breathe well. It was one thing to mimic a chair like Slughorn had. It had stuffing and plenty of room to let his organs shift. Smaller objects, especially metal, didn’t.
“Why not let her be a wolf and then shrink her to fit in your pocket?” Cadence asked suddenly.
It was a good idea. She could still move if they got into danger and she’d be tiny enough they could easily shield her and carry her along. Better still, a simple spell would return her to herself and she’d have the power to rip someone in half. Yes, a good idea indeed, if one overlooked the fact that they’d be taking an untrained teenager into a den of killers.
“We’re wasting time,” Draco finally snapped. “Shift Annabel. Cadence, stick close.”
“Oh, I’ll be very close,” she said, jumping into the air. A beautiful butterfly the color of the sun emerged in her place, fluttering strongly.
“Beautiful,” Hermione gushed, holding out her hand for Cadence to land on. “This will make it easier to enter.”
Draco shrank Annabel small enough to fit in the palm of his hand and slid her into Hermione’s robe pocket. “Now, you to make sure you keep your eyes closed. We’re not sure we got all the cockatrices.”
Annabel yipped and Cadence fluttered her wings against Hermione’s cheek before landing in her pocket next to the tiny wolf. He cast a night vision spell, one Melody had created based off the muggle goggles. It made everything green but at least they could see as well as a vampire in the dark. It wouldn’t work in Khrones, but they’d deal with that when they got there. The pure couple took a deep breath and grabbed the portkey. This was it.
They put up a shield the second their feet touched the ground. It was just like they remembered, misty and gloomy. The only light came from Hermione’s fingers. They’d decided to forgo their wands this time. No sense in them risking their precious wands falling into the wrong hands. They hadn’t actually needed them since they were teenagers and really only used them for appearances.
Neither spoke aloud. There was no need to. The girls were safely in Hermione’s pocket and they had all the implements that Melody had given them. If they needed to say something, they could do so in their minds. It gave them the element of surprise, which they would need. Cadence fluttered up, brushing her wings against Hermione’s cheeks. It was hard to figure out what she was trying to say until she jumped up and down on her nose and touched each eye in turn. So there were still cockatrices about. They’d need to be careful.
Draco waited for Hermione to disillusion him before transforming into the dragon. Hermione hopped on and charmed his eyes so he couldn’t see anything unless he looked through hers. They had taken too big of a chance last time of him accidentally opening his eyes. He took flight, sailing high over the wards before diving on the grounds of the castle. He came to a stop in front of the castle doors. No sense in lingering. They weren’t here to check the place out.
He transformed back and reversed the disillusion charm. Hermione handed him the vial of memories from Cadence, which he shoved into his mind. Carrying someone else’s memories always made him feel a bit cold and slimy but Cadence’s were warm and almost comforting, though completely foreign. He saw the spell, heard it, and ran it across his tongue a few times to make absolutely sure he said it correctly. He didn’t want to trigger anything that would hurt James or Nahuatl.
His incantation was successful and the door creaked open, darkness filling their vision. He took out the Hand, holding it between him and Hermione. On top of the night vision spell, it made everything look a lemon-lime color. Cadence fluttered out of Hermione’s pocket and kept her body at eye level, leading them up the stairs. Hermione pulled out the parchment for good measure, checking every now and then to see if Cadence picked up on the right places.
The closer they got to the dungeons, the more Annabel seemed to get agitated. There were no sounds, just as before. However, that didn’t mean there were no smells and that was an enhanced sense Hermione and Draco didn’t have. Cadence’s little wings fluttered as fast as they could towards the stairs that would lead them down. That was far enough for her though. Draco quickly captured her and placed her in Hermione’s pocket. They knew the way from here.
As soon as they passed the barrier of the blackout spell, screams filled the air. They couldn’t contain their anger when they recognized them. It was James. They raced through the dungeon, sparing a glance for dozens of transformed wolves in cages. The Master hadn’t sent everyone into the battle. It was worth noting, but they couldn’t stop to think about it. They breezed past them to the room they knew the torture happened in, but there was no one there.
No. They couldn’t. Not to James. They sped around the corner and through the maze that led to a room that they never wanted to see again, the ritual room. They cast a shield to keep any stray hexes from hitting them but they knew the occupants would be too busy casting to realize they’d been breached. When another scream joined James, they knew time had run out.
They cast a concentrated blast on the door, shattering it into millions of pieces. The sight within was enough to make them see red. James was strapped to the table, his soul escaping his abused and battered body. Nahuatl was chained to the wall and was in almost the same shape. A dark robed figure was raping her, making her scream hoarsely. There was no time to think. They just had to act.
Cadence was across the room before they could stop her. She’d dispatched the wizard assaulting Nahuatl with a brutal Sectumsempra curse to his bits and others to his arteries. He would bleed out in as much pain as humanly possible. They’d think about the viciousness later. Cadence had it handled, blocking hexes from the few men who were participating in Nahuatl’s torture while unshackling the poor girl. They were gone in an instant.
Draco and Hermione threw severing charms at the men, not caring how they fared. They’d witnessed their participation first hand. They weren’t even a concern at the moment. The four people leaning over James in white were. James soul was hovering in midair, just a hair’s breadth from snapping. The spirit of the wolf had already been shoved into the body, its amber pulse beckoning to the soul to keep it from leaving. The ritual participants weren’t even concerned about their entrance.
Seeing what was in the person who would snap the soul’s hand made everything clear. They didn’t need to be concerned about anyone. The ritual wouldn’t be reversible if that were inserted in James. It was a silver disk with a crown of thorns atop a skull carved into it, the symbol of eternal suffering. There wasn’t a spell that would penetrate the barrier between the four casters and Draco and Hermione. They’d have to blow the room and it would be too late.
Hermione felt Annabel rush from her pocket the exact moment the soul splitter brought down the silver disk. She screamed, instinctively throwing a spell to change the girl back and a shield that blasted the other three men away. The fourth wasn’t affected and she and Draco could only watch in seemingly slow motion as Annabel dove under the disk, turning over to defend herself. James’s soul hovered over his body, hanging on by a thread before wrapping around Annabel. The disk split the girl’s chest open and plunged into her heart. Her soul was visible as it started floating up through her core.
“No,” Draco growled.
He would not stand by as this travesty happened. He dispatched the soul splitter with ease, the protective shield having fallen when Annabel jumped through it. Hermione had no mercy as she sliced the four participants to ribbons. However, she did peel back their hoods as they lay bleeding out and gasping for mercy. She didn’t recognize any of them, though they looked to be in their late sixties. She committed their features to memory so she could discover their identities later.
There was no time to lose. Draco and Hermione stepped into the circle, praying that they’d studied the rituals in the pensieves enough to do this from memory. James and Annabel’s souls had already touched, which could be problematic. The disk had to be removed before they could do anything about the souls though… and James was still screaming. There was still some sort of spell on him.
“Finite!” Hermione hissed, glad that James fell silent.
“Annabel,” Draco called, noting that the girl barely moved.
She was a descendent of a werewolf, immune to the touch of silver but still weakened by it. He quickly stepped up to the stone table and carefully examined the silver piece protruding from her chest. It was lodged in between the chambers in her heart. One wrong move and she’d bleed out before they could get everything sorted. He just hoped that James could hold on long enough to sort this out.
“We’ll split up,” Hermione said, furiously pouring through the book they were using to read the ritual. She’d already pushed the dead bodies around the room off into a corner. “As long as he’s conscious and alive, he’ll be okay. His soul hasn’t released yet. I’ll work on untangling them. You get that thing out of her chest and patch her up. Then we’ll shove them back in.”
“They’ve touched,” Draco said as he started working with Annabel. “That could have serious consequences.”
“We’ll deal with them later. We can’t lose them.”
Progress went quicker than they thought it would, but it seemed like it took eons to remove the disk from Annabel’s chest and repair her heart. Hermione was tense as she directed the souls to untangle themselves. For once, she was glad that James had been infected by the wolf. It was keeping his soul grounded. Annabel’s wolf worked the same way, buying them more time until they could put them back to rights.
“Done,” Draco said, mending the last hole in Annabel’s chest.
“Okay. Rhap said this part wouldn’t drain us,” Hermione breathed as she cast a spell to keep the souls separate and close to their hosts. “But we need to do them both at the same time.”
“Can we do that?”
Hermione nodded. “It says in the book that only force is needed. The souls steer themselves. As long as they have a shield to separate them, we’ll be fine.”
They linked hands, allowing the connection to flow from them. When they repaired these two, they would send them back with Annabel’s portkey and they’d go after the bastards who ordered this. Their magic sparked and bounced around the room, breaking medical implements and shattering glass vials. It reverberated between metal tables and the stone platform, ricocheted off the ceiling and floor, and absorbed into their cores. It was time.
They lifted their hands and repeated the incantation they’d heard in the pensieves, not really paying attention to the words so much as the will to save the teens. They were relieved to see the souls slipping back inside their bodies. James, who was breathing had been shallow and thread the entire time, was starting to level out. Annabel’s color was returning and she instinctively stayed still.
They came to the end of the chant and noticed that the souls had changed colors, no longer the pure white they once were. They were tinged yellow, almost as if touched by the sun. They couldn’t contemplate on it as they sealed the souls inside and quickly repaired the singed holes where the soul had escaped from. Portkeying without having their wounds at least partly healed would be detrimental.
They could hear yelling coming from down the hallway. There was no time. They had to get the kids out of there. James was still not conscious. Annabel was but she was still too weak to move. Hermione took Annabel’s necklace and began combining the charm with the chain. Draco grabbed their hands and entwined them before sticking them together with a charm. Hopefully they wouldn’t slip. Hermione wrapped the chain around their wrists in a figure eight pattern a few times before wrapping it all the way around and fastened it. Footsteps were right outside the door. There was no time but they still needed a way to tell the family what had happened.
Draco quickly conjured a vial and placed a single strand of memory in it. He picked carefully because there wouldn’t be much time to view it before the teens needed further medical attention. So, he chose the exact moment when they pushed the souls back into their bodies. It was only a second long memory but it would tell them everything they needed to know. Hopefully Cadence could fill them in on the rest. Hermione cast a spell that would interrupt any wards so they could escape. He attached the vial to the necklace and let Hermione activate it.
The teens disappeared just as dozens of cloaked figures burst through the doors. Hermione and Draco slid toward each other to stabilize their magic and threw up a shield. Their plans for the new arrivals were twofold: gain as much information as possible before destroying everything in sight and lure the Master out of hiding. They were furious when Cygnus and Dormer walked through the door. Those bastards were the commanders. But it was nothing compared to the sheer rage they felt when Sanders walked in followed by Michael MacNeeley.
“Surprised?” Michael asked smugly.
“Not particularly,” Hermione sneered. “Figures you’d cower to your sister.”
“Watch your mouth mudblood!” Michael hissed.
Draco started to go at him the muggle way but Hermione held him back. They needed to weasel some information out of them before they dispatched them. But she couldn’t deny that she would take some pleasure in hearing Michal MacNeeley squeal like a pig. She decided that hanging him from his toenails was in order.
Draco burst out laughing. The picture in Hermione’s head was just so perfect, he couldn’t help it. He wanted to give her exactly what she wanted. When they were done, they’d put it in a pensieve and let Melody bask in the humiliation. He wondered if he had become as sadistic as his father but Hermione reminded him that he had no wish to do that to everyone else, just the bastards that had hurt his family. This was revenge. This was for Albus and Martin. This was for James and Nahuatl. This was for the world.
“What do you find amusing about this situation?” Dormer asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“You failed,” Draco said, his eyes flashing silver for a moment. “You’ve lost your army and you’ve only manage to make us stronger.”
“Stronger?” Cygnus chuckled. “I didn’t see stronger. I saw my knife sticking out of one of your precious children while another lay dying as I whisked yet another away. Dormer took another, one who survived the transformation, and an elemental no less.”
Draco hummed nonchalantly. “And I assume they are still here?”
“Of course they are-“ Cygnus began, his voice dying off as he saw the heap of bodies that the couple had pushed in the back corner of the room. Blood covered the majority of the floor where they had bled out before being moved. The color drained from his face.
“Find them!” Michael snarled.
“You won’t,” Hermione spat.
“Impossible!” Dormer growled.
“Suit yourself then,” Draco said, pretending to stifle a yawn. “We’ll just wait then, shall we?”
“You won’t escape this time,” Sanders spat. “We know how you work together.”
“That’s quite intimate, isn’t it?” Draco said.
“Shut it!” Sanders hissed.
Draco crossed his arms and smirked. “Why, get under your skin, do we?”
“You’re surrounded,” Michael snarled. “Might as well give it up.”
Draco quirked a brow and slung his arm over Hermione’s shoulder. “Did they happen to tell you how we escaped last time?”
“Portkey,” Michael said with a grin. “But they don’t work here.”
“Oh really?” Hermione snickered. “Then how do you think the others escaped?”
“Impossible,” Michael snapped.
Hermione shrugged. “What can I say? We’re good.”
They knew the longer they drew this out, the more likely they were to gain the attention of the Master. They would have loved nothing more than for her to show up so they could dispatch her. For once, they weren’t worried about the damage they would sustain this time trying to keep their power under control. They felt… invincible, though they knew they weren’t. It looked like they weren’t going to get that chance though. They could hear the clink of cages as the remaining wolves were let out. This was going to be horrible.
“Not that good,” Sanders sniffed, stepping aside.
Feeling a bit heavy hearted, Hermione and Draco simply snapped their fingers and watched as each wolf fell, its heart giving out. They knew from their first fight that their hearts were shockingly unstable but it was still sad to see. These witches and wizards didn’t ask for it. They were merely kidnapped and brainwashed after they had their souls ripped apart. Still, it was kinder to end their existence then to allow them to continue to be used by the abusive men of the Master.
“Stop them!” Michael screamed, throwing curse after curse at the couple, becoming more enraged as they bounced off and hit various members of the Master’s army.
It was down to the four men in no time. These four deserved to suffer, but they had to get information from them. They had to find the Master before the sick bitch could do this to hundreds of other innocent children and teenagers. They also had to figure out just what these men knew. If they had any clue that they were currying for the favor of Gods, then they had to be destroyed.
“Where are your wands?” Cygnus growled in outrage.
Draco gave a slow smile, one he knew Lucius used to intimidate his prisoners. It seemed to work on these men as well. Even Cygnus looked decidedly uncomfortable. Hermione leaned into him and sighed, trying to look as bored as possible. Anything to let their opponents know that they were far from afraid would work in their favor.
“Must have dropped them,” Draco said lightly. “No matter. We’ll do fine without.”
“Do what fine?” Stephen scoffed. “You’re captured. Again.”
Hermione smiled serenely, though a hint of gold flashed in her eyes. “Do you honestly think we would let ourselves be captured? We could leave at any time.”
“Prove it,” Michael spat.
“No, there is something we want first,” Draco said, standing up straight. “Where is the Master?”
Michael turned white and spun around to leave.
Hermione sent a leg-locker curse at him, smirking when his nose smacked the floor and blood spattered. “Not so fast there MacNeeley. I believe you were asked a question.”
A screeching sound caught their attention. It sounded like the battle cry of a hippogriff. They needed time to get the information from these men. They also had to decide whether to simply kill them or to use them to locate the Master. So many decisions had to be made and they were running out of time.
‘We take them to the Manor,’ Draco thought. ‘It’s secure. There’s no one there, and I’m familiar with everything. It also binds magic of those not of Malfoy blood.’
‘I don’t have Malfoy blood.’
‘Oh but you do. You probably have more Malfoy blood in you than I do at this point.’
‘Let’s do this. I want to see this place go up in ashes.’
Before any of the men could form a plan, Hermione and Draco struck. They stunned, bound, and petrified the men, not willing to take a chance that they would escape. A quick scan revealed that they were all wearing portkeys. It only took a snap to clear them of their only chance of escape. The screeches were increasing in volume so they quickly bound each man’s magic as an extra precaution and took down the wards.
They spilled out in front of Khrones. The gloomy castle had a wraith like quality in the misty moonlight. If it hadn’t been completely steeped in dark magic, it would have been a majestic castle. As it was, it only symbolized pain and suffering. Draco stepped forward, borrowing a little magic from Hermione to put some oomph behind the fiendfyre. The flaming snake burst from his fingers and circled the castle, its tail climbing high enough to envelope the tallest tower of the castle before falling in on it, consuming it with flames so hot it melted the iron chains on the drawbridge.
They watched until the castle fell to the ground in ashes. Draco hardly controlled the fiery beast, letting it consume what it would. They heard the cries of the cocatrice as it was engulfed in the inferno. The moat dried up, plants burned. Even the wards around the castle collapsed. Finally, Hermione stepped forward and summoned a shower of rain from the heavens. It was a spell that she’d been able to perfect with the help of Nahuatl. She only hoped that its use now would honor the poor girl.
Draco pulled Hermione into him after she ended the spell and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He loved her more than life itself and she proved every day how lucky he was to have her. He looked back at the four bound men and suddenly wanted to shield her from them. She was too pure to have to touch them.
Hermione snorted. “I’m not that pure. Come on. Let’s get them back and we’ll break them.”
Draco laced a port key around the men and sent them to the Ranch. He was strangely looking forward to breaking them. Maybe they could end this before Moira gained the favor of the Gods. He knew he couldn’t imagine the fight on their hands if it became a war of Gods against men. He shuddered and grabbed his wife, apparating away.

AN: I had to break it here guys. Sorry. More revenge next week. *grins* As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I love them all. Honestly, that's the only "money" I get from this so they're terrific. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
PS: I hit a snag on Beyond the Pale. My muse punched me in the throat and told me I had to write something else first. So, check out 'See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil' for some yummy 3some fun. BTP will return tomorrow, I'm pretty sure. I just ran out of time before I have to go to work. Stupid work.
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

Fooling Fate sequel to Bound