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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That lucky duck JK Rowling does. I don't make any money from this fanfic. I just play with her toys and put them back in relatively good condition.

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“Do you think we’re doing the right thing?” Hermione asked as she gazed at all the children going through fight training.

Draco sighed and pulled her to him. “Yes. And no. I hate it as much as you do love, but we can’t send them in unprepared.”

Hermione huffed. “We could just level them ourselves, you know.”

Draco chuckled. “My brave little Gryffindor. I happen to agree with you, but the Gods have insisted that they fight… and I’m inclined to believe that they need to.”

Hermione stuck her lip out in a pout and Draco playfully nipped it, accidentally scraping her with his fang. Hermione gasped and pulled him to her, not exactly caring that they were in plain view of everyone. Draco growled and pushed her on her back, devouring her lips.

“Oi, get a room!” Zach yelled, unsuccessfully ducking a kick that Rhapsody aimed at his head and dropping like a stone.

“Keep your eyes on your opponent,” Draco shouted back and then looked at his wife. “He did have a most excellent idea though. Let’s go.”

Hermione didn’t think twice. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and let him activate their portkey. They landed in the middle of the living room of the small flat they rented when they worked at St. Mungo’s. Draco wasted no time picking her up off the floor and running to their bedroom. They hadn’t had a moment to themselves in a while, not a true moment that wasn’t forced and they were more than eager to enjoy it.

“I finally have you where I want you,” Draco breathed as he tossed her on the bed.

Hermione scooted further back against the headboard, giving him her sexiest smirk. “And where exactly is that?”

Draco gave her a rakish grin. “In my bed.”

“Oh, so it’s your bed is it?”

Draco’s eyes flashed silver. “It is right now.”

Hermione shivered under his intense gaze. Draco was always intense, but now he seemed to have kicked it up a level. He crawled on the bed with the poise of a jungle cat stalking his prey. She wondered if he wasn’t the one who should have a lion for an animagus form. Draco stopped for a moment and hovered above her, listening to her musings before grinning.

“You are my lioness and I’d have it no other way.”

Warmth spread through her at his sweet words. “Have you come to take me, my dragon?”

“To the moon and back, love,” Draco whispered before capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He pulled back slowly and wrinkled his nose. “We’ve become quite sappy in our old age, haven’t we?”

Hermione gave him a playful tap on the chest. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not old.”

Draco chuckled and pulled her further down into the bed. “Oh no, you are ripe for the picking. And Merlin am I going to pick you.”

Hermione mock huffed. “Well, I’d much rather be pounded, but I suppose-“

Draco growled and yanked her off the bed before she could continue. In the next blink, she was naked and face down on the mattress, arse sticking straight up in the air. One of Draco’s hands was threaded through her hair, the other rubbing maddening circles over her lower lips, just barely missing her clit.

“I had wanted to go slow and savor you,” Draco drawled in a bored voice. “But someone is quite impatient and is making it very difficult.”

“Please,” Hermione whined, knowing how much he loved to hear her beg. “Please love, we really don’t have that much time.”

Draco sighed. “So you want a quick fuck?”

“No,” Hermione said quietly. “I’d rather have a week long expedition between the sheets, but Draco, we have other responsibilities as well.”

Draco hummed, skimming his fingers over her clit, just enough friction to make her squirm and gasp. “We have a responsibility to ourselves as well Hermione. I love you with all that I am. You know that. But how long has it been since we’ve been able to sit back and enjoy it? And… will we ever get that chance again?”

Hermione gasped as she saw Draco’s thoughts fly through her head. He wasn’t sure they’d make it out this time. Truthfully, she didn’t know either. It was one thing to go against a madman or even a man woman like Moira, but another to war against Gods. They might have to unleash their full powers, something they hadn’t ever done. If healing Lily and Cecil had torn them up so badly, what would unleashing themselves upon the world do? Or for that matter, would the Fates snap their strings because they were exposed? So many unknowns and yet, such a simple desire to be and to savor.

Visions of their times together before the last war flittered by, their dinner where he proposed, their first experience with bondage, their last night together. She wanted that again, that excitement of not knowing what the next moment held. Oh, how she wanted it. She loved how much it pleased him in that moment, for her to surrender. She loved the shaky way he took charge, equally elated and terrified that she would reject him for his perversions.

“What do you want love?” Draco whispered.

He hadn’t moved an inch except to rub his fingers across her heated pussy lips. She was so wet she’d practically bathed his hand in her juices. She could feel his desire as sure as her own pooled in her belly. She wasn’t sure what she wanted exactly, but she did want to take time. Their last night was so amazing. She’d flipped the tables and he’d let her… for a moment. But oh, when he took charge.

“Time’s up,” Draco growled, releasing her hair. He gave her arse a sharp slap and rolled her over so he could look at her eyes, now glowing amber. He knelt beside the edge of the bed and placed her legs on his shoulders. When she tried to protest, he said a charm that bound her hands above her head with green silk ribbon and stuck them to the bed.

“Y-you didn’t forget,” she whimpered as he slowly licked her entrance from top to bottom.

“How could I?” Draco whispered, letting his breath waft over her moistened lips. “It was one of my favorite nights. Followed by eighteen more years of them.”

Hermione panted as his lips ghosted over her nether region. Each word he spoke sent goose bumps trailing up her spine. Gods she loved him, loved how he possessed her in the bedroom and how he treated her as an equal outside it. He was her perfect match. Despite how she’d felt during the first half of her sixth year, he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Suddenly, she didn’t want to go like this. She wanted him inside her, a part of her, for as long as they could possibly manage it.

Draco heard her wish loud and clear and instantly vanished her ties before carefully moving her to the center of the rather modest full size bed. He’d done that on purpose, more reason to cuddle. He caught Hermione’s small smirk and decided to snog it off her face. She met him fiercely, tongues dueling for the upper hand before he won out.

Silently gloating for his win, he didn’t notice she’d vanished his clothing until her hand wrapped around his weeping member. He hissed and released her mouth, nipping sharply at her lips and drawing just a drop of blood. She gasped and her hand tightened on his cock, making him growl at her and grab her wrist so she would let go.

“You wanted this to last as long as possible,” he panted. “You’re making that really bloody difficult right now, you know.”

Hermione nodded and released him, settling for caressing his cheek and running her hands through the silky strands of his shoulder length hair. She really loved doing that. He smiled and placed himself at her entrance, teasing her folds a moment before sinking home. It was her turn to hiss, arching against him. She loved the feel of him inside her, filling her to almost bursting. He was hers and she was his.

“Home,” Draco whispered and captured her lips for another kiss.

They went slow, savoring each moment, push and pull, flesh against flesh. They never let themselves get worked up to the edge, for that would mean the end, and neither was ready for that. Sweat rolled down Draco’s back as he forced himself keep a steady pace. He was torn, wanting to pound Hermione into the mattress and wanting this to last as long as possible. He settled for flipping them over and allowing her to seek her own pleasure.

Hermione trembled at the new angle. She was dripping with sweat as well, and found it difficult to find a good hold on Draco. Finally, he brought his hands up and allowed her to grab onto them to steady herself. She was right on the edge, not wanting to go over but helpless to stop it. She reluctantly sped up, unable to keep her climax at bay. Tendrils of pleasure wrapped around her abdomen until it snapped, her muscles contracting so strongly she couldn’t move.

Draco flipped them again, thrusting faster to prolong her pleasure. Her body gripped his member so tightly that he could scarcely move. He felt her mind go fuzzy and smirked to himself, pleased that he’d made her forget herself. That was his goal all along but he couldn’t linger on it. His peak was coming quickly and he couldn’t hang one. A few erratic thrusts later and he emptied himself inside her. His vision went white as he cried out her name and rode the waves. When he was finally spent, he barely had enough energy left to roll over to the side so he wouldn’t crush her.

Hermione wasn’t sure how long they laid there in the silence of their bedroom. It could have been minutes or hours, but she found she didn’t care. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of Draco’s fingers tracing the runes over her heart. She had missed this most, unhurried lovemaking, the absence of the compulsion to bite him. It was a tiny reprieve from their burden.

Draco leaned over and gently kissed the metallic scar over her collarbone. He silently agreed with his wife. It was absolutely lovely not to have to suck her blood, not that he minded. She tasted delicious, but he preferred a more natural approach to sex and climax always felt more fulfilling when it wasn’t brought on by the bite.

“We should be getting back soon,” Hermione said sadly.

Draco sighed. He couldn’t dispute her logic. “I know.”

“One of these days, we’ll make love for a week solid. I won’t be able to even walk. Promise.”

Draco chuckled. “Sounds good to me. But we have a war to win.”

Hermione nodded. “Do you think we have a good chance of it?”

Draco kissed her again and got out of bed. “I don’t think anyone else has a better one.”

Hermione decided he was right and followed him out of bed, wrinkling her nose at the sticky feeling of dried sweat all over her body. “Shower?”

Draco smirked. “It would be my pleasure.”

Hermione purred. “Oh no. It would be mine.”

Draco growled and whisked her into the shower. They quickly washed the sweat and juices from each other’s bodies. Hermione somehow beat him and was on her knees before he got his hair rinsed properly. Her hot mouth engulfed him and he couldn’t fight back the groan that escaped him. Damn she was talented with her tongue. He enjoyed her ministrations for a few minutes before pulling her up and pushing her against the wall. He picked her up and sank home in one thrust.

She cried out in pleasure as he took her hard and fast. This wasn’t about prolonging the moment. This was about getting as much out of their time left. He could feel her walls starting to flutter around him and changed the angle of his thrust, hitting that perfect spot. She broke apart, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her tight sleeve massaged his aching cock. He let himself go, slamming into her a few times before emptying inside her.

His knees threatened to give way from the force of his climax but he held her steady, sliding down the wall until they curled together at the bottom of the shower. He loved this moment, when nothing mattered but holding each other. If it made him a sap, so be it. Before they could move again, loud banging startled them out of their reverie.

Instantly on high alert, they sprang into action, simultaneously turning off the shower, drying, dressing, and running out to find out what was happening. They crashed through the house, skidding to a stop when they realized it wasn’t a dire emergency… or was it?

Melody stood in the middle of the room, looking like she was hanging on to life by a thread. Alex had collapsed at her feet, his weight too much to bear. They weren’t bleeding, but they were pale like they’d lost huge amounts.

“What’s going on?” Draco panted.

Melody gave him a weak smile. “We found out how everyone works together.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Hermione gasped as Melody collapsed.

Melody let out a chuckle. “Mermaids pack a fucking punch.”

“Come on,” Draco sighed, summoning a few vials of blood replenisher he kept in their stores. “Let’s get you fixed up and then we’ll go figure out what the hell is going on.”

“It was beautiful,” Melody sighed as Hermione tended to Alex.

“What was?” Draco asked, muttering a few spells to check for broken bones, which Melody had in spades. He started muttering mending charms as she sighed dreamily.

“They’re like a well-oiled machine. The only thing that works more beautifully together is you two. We’ll have to train them of course, but I think they could take out the entire earth if we set them lose.”

“You’re rambling like a lunatic,” Draco growled.

“She’s got the right to,” Alex rasped. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“So you’ve figured out why they have such odd matches?” Hermione asked.

“That and more,” Alex sighed and hauled himself to his feet. “You’ll have to see it to believe it.”

“Well, Lexi did heal after her bout with Scorpius,” Draco mumbled, finishing up on Melody.

“Oh, this is much better,” Melody said, her eyes still far away. “Come on. I know you’d probably rather stay and fuck the afternoon away, but you aren’t going to want to miss this.”

Hermione and Draco gathered their things and summoned their portkey. Melody and Alex had already left. They braced themselves for just about anything and activated the portkey. It seemed to take an eternity, not unusual for an international portkey, but certain longer than they were used to. When they finally landed and opened their eyes, they couldn’t believe what they saw before them.

“What in the bloody hell happened here?” Draco whispered.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Melody sighed.

“Wow,” Hermione gasped and got a good look around.

“Where is the Ranch?” They wondered aloud.

AN: I know what you're thinking: "You horrible old bitch! How dare you leave us hanging." Yep. Sorry guys, but I did want to get this out on Monday... and it's still Monday in California, so here you are. Don't worry, you'll find out what happened next week. *evil grin* As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I read them again today, while I tended a sick child. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

Fooling Fate sequel to Bound