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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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“There are more.”

Draco and Hermione spun around in shock to see Severus leaning against the door frame. He smirked at their surprise and strolled into the room, tapping a particular brick in the wall. It slid backwards and made a clicking sound, bringing forth an entire life’s worth of memories neatly organized in individual glass vials.

“I practically stripped his mind,” Severus said softly. “I didn’t have time to sort through them for fear that he would self-destruct before I could find the most valuable ones to our cause. Most of the younger ones are the same disturbing scenes you saw in Cygnus’s mind. Moira did so love traumatizing them and then acting like she was their number one savoir.”

“Nice way to fuck a kid up,” Draco snorted. “But I suppose she learned from the best.”

“Indeed,” Severus drawled and pointed to another shelf. “Those contain memories which have been altered. I assume it was Moira who did it, though I can’t be too sure. Dormer did love to prance about in people’s minds. That aside, these memories show him being a normal young man, though I suspect he was anything but. You won’t find much in there.”

“Though you would encourage us to try?” Hermione interjected.

Severus winked and pointed to one shelf up high. “Those are his memories that were left intact. Strangely enough, it includes the full ritual to create a half-breed with half a soul. I can only guess she wanted him to follow in her footsteps.”

Draco shuddered and waved for him to continue.

“These are probably what you are looking for,” Severus said as he pointed to a tiny glass vial that was sapphire blue. “They contain the location of Moira’s stronghold. I was unable to figure out where it was through vision alone. I imagine it’s under heavy enchantments.”

“Then we should look at that one first,” Hermione started but was silenced when Severus held up a hand.

“There is one other thing you should know.”

“And that is,” Draco growled.

Severus sighed and pulled out a box from under an obscure shelf in the corner. “They didn’t take just the werewolves by force.”

“Oh Gods no,” Hermione breathed.

Severus nodded sadly and set the lot down by the pensieve. “They’re all in here… all but the vampires.”

“That’s good though,” Hermione said uncertainly.

Severus pursed his lips. “Sergei has sent word of a new pocket of daywalkers that have sprung up in New York. They blend in quite well there, falling into the Emo and Goth crowds. However, he’s heard of a few teenagers lurking around, picking off a few of them at a time. Their assailant’s description matches that of young Cecil’s brother.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Draco snapped.

Severus sighed. “Knowing the past only gives us a motive. Since I couldn’t recognize the place where she dwells, I thought we had time. Philippe just heard news of the walkers last night. I had meant to tell you… until all hell broke loose.”

Draco snorted and uncorked the deep blue bottle. “The kids did a number all right. Do you believe you can train them quick enough?”

Severus gave an elegant shrug. “We will do what we always have done… our best. When you return, we’ll be ready.”

“You aren’t even going to argue to stop us?” Hermione asked.

Severus smiled and cupped her cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the golden hummingbird at her temple. It preened under his caress. “My child, I do believe I know you well enough to know that wouldn’t work. I would like so much to shelter you and Draco until the end of my days, but that is impossible. And now even my youngest children and grandchildren are in danger. I must trust that you will be okay… or I will be as crazy as that doddering old fool Dumbledore.”

Hermione gave him a weak smile as she nuzzled his hand. Severus had changed so much over the years. Sure, he was still strict, stern, and overbearing at the best of times, but he let his heart show now. There was love and happiness in his eyes, something she’d have killed to seen when she was a young girl. She remembered feeling bad for the sad Potions Master who was so sour. She thanked Merlin, the fates, her stars, and anyone who would listen for how well their life had turned out. Her heart skipped a beat to think of them not returning from their mission, but she realized that if she died the next day, her family would be well cared for.

“Thank you father,” she whispered and turned to join him and Draco in the pensive.

They landed deep in the woods. “Is this the forest of Dean?” Hermione asked as she looked around.

Severus hummed. “I had thought it might be, but it isn’t. The geography doesn’t match.”

“It could be a glamour though,” Draco said as he ran his hand through a few of the memory-trees.

“True,” Severus said. “Though we can’t be sure of anything. Michael doesn’t look that sure either.”

Hermione and Draco spun around to see a very pale Michael creeping through the trees. He looked about two seconds from fainting dead away. Cygnus appeared from the shadows and snatched his arm up, dragging him through the forest. They hurried after him, crashing through bushes, rocks, ditches, and fallen branches until they got to an unassuming little hut that appeared to be dead center of the forest. It was alight with some sort of spell, making it shine like a beacon in the dim woods.

“Honestly,” Cygnus sneered. “We’ve lived here our whole fucking lives. You’d think you wouldn’t be such a bloody pussy by now.”

Michael wrenched his arm away from the blond prat. “It’s not this fucking place that makes me nervous. It’s all those damned creature things running around.”

Cygnus snorted. “They’re all controlled.” He narrowed his eyes. “Or do you doubt your Master?”

Michael’s eyes darkened and he scowled. “She’s my fucking mother, not my Master… or have you forgotten so easily?”

Cygnus took a step back in surprise before he regained his aloof mask. “You’ll be punished if she hears you talking like that.”

“And she won’t,” Michael said, clearly threatening him.

“Or what,” Cygnus said, reminiscent of a grade schooler.

“Or I’ll tell her of your recent fondness for muggles… and not in the capturing sense.”

Cygnus turned whiter than a ghost. “You wouldn’t.”

Michael smirked. “Wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t mother be so proud that her little boy is all grown up… and fucking muggle men.”

“Fine,” Cygnus hissed. “She’ll never know.”

They disappeared behind the door and the memory dumped them back out into the basement.

Draco blinked a few times before gaining his bearings. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Severus looked bored. “It’s usually the most vehement ones that you have to watch out for.”

Draco smirked at his godfather. “Which is why you weren’t a radical.”

“Precisely,” Severus said with a nod. “Only Bellatrix could get away with being fanatical to the point of madness. She was always like that.”

“So she was born bat shit crazy,” Draco mused.

“Just about,” Severus agreed. “Anyway, there isn’t much telling where the Master is.”

“What about Rhapsody and Harmony?” Draco asked.

“I already asked. They can’t pin it either. No one has a fate tied to it… as of yet.”

“So where would you suggest we look?” Hermione asked.

“I would rather you view all these memories yourself,” Severus began. “Perhaps you could find something I did not in an in depth viewing.”

“Not what I wanted to hear,” Draco growled.

Severus sighed and gave Draco a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Know thy enemy.”

Draco growled and turned back to his wife. “Why does he always have to be bloody right?”

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Ara sighed and leaned against her twin’s chest. She was still thrown off by how much taller than her he’d gotten in the last year or so. And yet, no matter how old they were, they had a unique bond. She had a feeling they’d still lay down in one of their beds and hold each other like this when they were old and grey. It was soothing and it brought back memories of when they were little and still learning how to control themselves. It was comforting to know that someone else was having just as rough a time as you were.

“How much longer do you think… until they leave?”

Scorpius shrugged and held her tighter. “Grandfather said they were sorting through a lifetime of memories. I just hope it doesn’t take that long.”

Ara pulled back in shock. “You want them gone?”

Scorpius scoffed and pulled her back against him. “Of course not. But we’re running out of time and they’ve already been at it for a few days.”

“Do you think we’ll get the hang of it by the time they finish?”

“We’ve got to. I have a feeling that even mum and dad can’t fix this one, not even with all the other phenoms.”

“How is Lizzy?”

Scorpius sighed. “Healed, thank Merlin. I was so worried.”

Ara smiled and squeezed her brother. “You’re falling in love.”

“It’s a little past that,” Scorpius said with an odd look on his face. “I’ve already fallen.”

Ara giggled. “The ultimate Slytherin playboy brought to his knees by a mere slip of a girl who is so shy she blushes when someone waves at her.”

“Hey now. She’s getting better. Besides… she’s different… so different from all those other witches.”

“Well, she didn’t throw herself at you for one. It’s a lot different when you have to chase them.”

Scorpius smirked. “You would know.”

Ara blushed deeply and smacked him in the gut. “Enough.”

“Oh no, you went there. I’m just dishing it back out, little sister.”

“Little!” Ara shrieked. “I’m older than you by five whole minutes.”

“Yes but I’m taller than you by damn near a foot.”

“Oh you bloody prat.”

Scorpius laughed and pinned her to the bed as she tried to get a swing in on him. “Uh uh uh little sister, none of that. You decided to poke the scorpion and now you got stung.”

Ara struggled for a few minutes before giving up. “You know, I really hate you sometime.”

“Yeah, but you love me too.”

“Stupid wanker.”

Scorpius feigned hurt. “It isn’t my fault you can’t take the heat.”

Ara let out an infuriating squeal. “Fine, I admit it, all right? Chasing Colton made me realize he wasn’t like all those other prats.”

“Well, one thing,” Scorpius said, finally letting her up after giving her sides a little tickle. “He didn’t try to nose dive into your knickers the first time he met you. I must say, he’s just about the only guy you’ve ever dated that I don’t want to knock out.”

Ara rolled her eyes. “He’s the only guy I’ve ever dated that you didn’t actually knock out Scorp. I mean, honestly, boys wouldn’t even go near me without fear of you beating the shit out of them.”

“They should be scared,” Scorpius said indignantly. “None of them deserved you anyway. If they did, they would have fought for you. Besides, what would they have done if you lost your temper? I mean, really, you could have laid any of them out with a flick of the finger. I had to make sure they were tough enough to take it and smart enough not to dish it out.”

Ara huffed and flopped her head back on his pillow. “You make me sound like I’m a bloody harpy.”

Scorpius chuckled. “You can be. But he’ll have to deal with that too. It’s just part of who you are.”

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence brother dear.”

“Chill out Ara. I didn’t say I couldn’t be a first class prat either.”

“True,” Ara sighed and then giggled with Scorpius scowled at her.

They remained silent for a long while until Ara asked the question that had plagued her since she’d found out exactly what her parents did.

“Do you think they’ll make it?”

Scorpius held her tight to his side. “I’d like to say yes… but I’m just not sure this time.”

Tears sprung to Ara’s eyes. “What will we do without them?”

“We’ll go on,” Scorpius assured her. “Right after we take that bitch out.”

“Right,” Ara said and snuggled back into her brother’s side.

“For now, we hope,” Scorpius said softly. “Wars have been won on nothing but hope before.”

Ara hummed. “Let’s just hope it’s enough this time.”

Several doors down, Melody sat in the middle of the bed with tears streaming down her face as she listened to the twins try and work through the potential loss of their parents. Alex pulled him into his side in a vain attempt to comfort her. The truth was, there was very little comfort to be had anymore. But they couldn’t let it get the best of them. They hadn’t before, and they wouldn’t now. He kissed the top of her head.

“It’ll work out sweetheart.”

“Oh, I know,” Melody sniffed. “Look at me, broken down like a fucking damsel in distress in some old obscure movie from the thirties.”

“Does that mean I get to be the buff hero that comes in, wipes all her tears, and kisses her into oblivion?”

Melody laughed. “It would certainly be appreciated.”

Alex cleared his throat before yanking a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently drying her tears. “Don’t worry my darling. Everything will be alright.”

Before Melody could comment on how sexy he sounded when he lowered his voice a register, he slanted his mouth over hers in a dramatic over the top movie star kiss. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced, and that was saying something. Before things could spiral out of control, she pushed him off.

“Holy mother of Merlin,” she panted. “Feel free to do that any time… but preferably not when there is training to be done. Gods it feels criminal to drag you out of this room so we can start training.”

Alex smirked. “Rain check then?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Melody squeaked. “You’ll be lucky if I let you make it to dinner unscathed.”

“GROSS!” Zach yelled through the door.

“Stop eavesdropping you!” Melody called.

“Put up a silencing charm then,” Zach said. “It isn’t like I can turn my damned ears down.”

“Language!” Melody snapped.

Zach snorted. “Like you didn’t say worse.”

Melody growled. “Do as I say, not as I do.”

Zach stalked down the hall muttering to himself. “If I had a knut for every time I’ve heard that…”

“You’d be a bloody millionaire by now mate,” Nate chuckled as he smacked him on the back. “We both would. Then we could move out.”

Melody yelled through the door again but the twins took off before she could build up steam. It wasn’t wise to rile their mom up when they were stuck in the same vicinity of her.

“Aye, aye, aye,” Melody sighed as she tugged at her hair. “Teenagers.”

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Hermione staggered out of the last pensive and barely made it to the basement loo before voiding the contents of her stomach. She was sure she had seen everything, but that… that was beyond even Voldemort’s sick mind.

“What the fuck,” Draco whispered. He closely resembled chalk. “That’s… oh gods.”

Hermione scooted out of the way so he could empty his lunch. She tried not to think about it but the memories kept crowding her mind. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to look at a horse the same way ever again, not to mention a centaur.

Draco crawled over next to her and they collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor. “If I ever see that again, I’m going to request to be obliviated.”

Hermione shuttered and cast a freshening spell on both of them to rid the taste of bile. “I might request it anyway… after this is over.”

“Surely they broke some law that even Gods won’t cross,” Draco whispered.

Hermione cleared her throat, eager to change the topic. “Is that all of them?”

Draco shook his head. “There is one more.”

“Where?” Hermione moaned. They’d been at it a week.

“We’re going into that memory of Moira’s house again. I want to check some things out.”

“Like?” Hermione asked.

“If it was a glamour and Michael knew about it, don’t you think there would be ward lines?”

Hermione gasped and nodded before drumming up the strength to stand and enter once again. It was easier to do knowing that she’d already been in this memory and knew it didn’t contain anything more than derogatory language. She snuggled into Draco and then jumped into the memory.

“Pause!” Draco called. The memory shifted to a halt. “Notice anything?”

They searched the forest for a while, looking for anything that resembled a familiar place but they came up empty. Hermione huffed and crossed her arms.

“There aren’t even any lines for glamours, which Michael should have been able to locate,” she murmured.

“Meaning you believe there aren’t any glamours,” Draco said. It wasn’t necessary since he could hear her thoughts loud as day but he hated the unnerving silence of the frozen pensieve.

“Maybe,” Hermione huffed. “Do you think it would allow us inside the hut?”

He shrugged. “Worth a shot. Play!”

The pensive flitted into action, once again showing Michael being hauled by Cygnus up to the hut. Draco paused it just as Cygnus opened the door, only moments before the pensive had gone black before.

“After you milady,” Draco said with a deep bow.

“Thank you milord,” Hermione answered dryly with a curtsey before she pushed past the wispy figures.

“Damn,” she hissed.

Draco poked his head in to see the hut was entirely black. “It’s the same spell that was on the castle.”

“Which means we won’t be able to see in here,” Hermione growled.

“Maybe it’s just this room,” Draco whispered and began walking through the inky blackness. He hated it, memories of Khrone’s racing through his mind as he searched for any sign of light, anything. There was none though, just endless blackness.

Hermione kicked over a chair when they exited the pensive. It wasn’t like her at all but she was so hopelessly frustrated. They had to find them and their time was running out. Besides searching every forest on the planet, she didn’t have a clue where to start. Draco was just as lost and for once, she wished she had a sense of false hope that he did know. Something. Anything.

“Where should we start,” Draco sighed, not wanting to beat about the bush.

“The vampires, I guess,” Hermione said sadly. “They heard the last update.”

Draco got a sudden idea and fought to keep the grin off his face. “I don’t suppose you still have that smashing little red number-“

“That was Melody’s,” Hermione snapped.

“Oh come on,” Draco purred as he backed his wife up into the nearest wall. “You were the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I almost killed myself trying to get to you. I’ll break out the leather pants again.”

“I’m not tarting up for this.”

“No one said anything about becoming a tart. Just… a walk down memory lane.”

“Draco,” Hermione warned, pushing a hand to his chest… as if that would have stopped him.

“Come on love,” Draco whispered, pressing tiny butterfly kisses to her neck. “Just one more moment of bliss. We’ll even be working while it happens.”

Hermione melted into his touch, unable to resist her husband even 18 years later. He always knew exactly where to touch, how to reason, how to bloody manipulate her at every turn. She hated him for it just as fiercely as she loved it about him. He had this way of cutting down all her defenses and making her agree to damn near anything.

“You do too love,” Draco breathed as he caught her lips in a searing kiss. “I can never say no to you.”

“But Draco,” she said, shoving him back. “We aren’t teenagers anymore.”

Draco smirked. “Neither was Severus when he came to get us that night at the club but Melody and Celeste still croon on about how dashing he looked.”

“Still looks,” Hermione said, fighting back a giggle. “Celeste assures me he looks just as delicious as he did then.”

“So he does don the beast,” Draco said in appreciation. “Nos the question is, does Melody still have that little red number.”

“Draco, I’m not wearing it.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

Draco pouted for a moment before grinning like a Cheshire cat. “So you’ll be wearing the short blue one that just skims your arse. No, that delightful leather silver one that hugs your tits. No, I have it, the green. It had the most delicious little peek-a-boo holes in the sides.”

“The black, if anything,” Hermione said through gritted teeth.

Draco groaned as he hardened against her. “You looked amazing in it. I imagine you still do. Why don’t you wear things like that more often?”

“I’m a mother Draco.”

“Exactly. You’re a mother, not dead. I believe the children call it a MILF.”

Hermione turned bright red. “Draco. I’m not a teenager anymore.”

“No,” Draco drawled. “You’re much hotter now.”

“So why don’t you traipse about the house in leather trousers.”

Draco gave her a wicked smirk. “You only had to ask.”

Their heated kiss was interrupted by an amused clearing of the throat. “I do so hate to interrupt,” Melody purred. “But I think I have a solution.”

“To?” Draco asked in annoyance.

“Finding the Master.”

That caught their attention. “Spill,” Draco ordered.

Melody sighed and strolled into the room, allowing her fingers to glide over dozens of tiny glass bottles that contained the memories of one twisted Michael MacNeeley. She walked over to a small cabinet and pulled out a mahogany box that resembled a jewelry box. She set it down carefully, moving the pensive back to its shelf when she was sure the box was safe.

“What is it?” Hermione asked, her fingers itching to open the box though she dared not touch it.

“It’s a scrying mirror,” Melody whispered.

“Abso-bloody-lutely not,” Draco barked. “That’s one of the Darkest Arts!”

“Only if you wish to change the future,” Melody corrected. “It is quite useful when you are looking for something.”

“But you need the blood of who you are searching for,” Draco argued.

Melody pursed her lips. “I do still have that little red number, if you’re interested.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped open. “You think they have her blood?”

Melody jerked her head up and down. “Sergei said they started requiring it soon after we disappeared, for insurance purposes. They don’t consume it and it’s just a tiny prick.”

Draco snorted. “No witch or wizard with half a brain would willingly allow anyone to possess their blood. It’s too dangerous, too powerful if misused.”

Melody shrugged. “If they realize it’s been taken. The thrall is a powerful thing. Remember that.”

“So we go to the club and what, just ask for it?”

Melody smiled. “Use your old glamours. It might make Sampson less prone to want to yell at you.”

“Roman and Julie strike again,” Hermione sighed.

Melody nodded and turned away, not eager for them to see the longing and hurt in her eyes. She wished she could see her vampires again. They’d helped her through the toughest of times, but she couldn’t risk everyone finding out what she’d become. And vampires had long memories… very long ones… ones she couldn’t afford to peak and the current moment.

Hermione and Draco knew what was wrong with the daywalker though. They’d known for years how she’d longed to return to the club. Maybe they would find a way after everything was said and done.

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“Holy shit!” Scorpius crowed as he watched his parents walk down the stairs.

“Language,” Hermione snapped.

Scorpius just grinned. “You sound like my mum… but you sure don’t look like her.”

Hermione paled and patted her crystal encrusted hair. “What do I look like?”

“Hot,” Zach and Nate said in unison as they looked up from their books.

Hermione managed to blush from her roots to her toes. “That’s enough.”

“No, they’re right,” Draco purred in her ear. His eyes landed on her neckline which was so kind as to display her cleavage in its best light.

“You’re not so bad yourself dad,” Ara said with a wink.

Draco preened. “I’ve still got it.”

“Well, you can fill out a pair of leather trousers, that’s for sure,” Melody said dryly.

Draco quirked an eyebrow and she chuckled as she handed them their familiar glamours.

“You’ll have a hard time beating Sampson off you tonight.”

Draco grimaced. “Maybe that will distract him enough he won’t see fit to take me to task.”

“Good luck with that,” Harmony said dryly.

“Yeah,” Draco said sadly. “I have a feeling we’ll be needed that.”

“Will you be coming home after,” Rose asked quietly. “Or leaving from there.”

Hermione walked over and drew her youngest daughter into her arms. “If all goes well, we’ll come back before we leave again.”

“And if not,” Jacob said quietly.

“Then good luck son,” Draco said quietly. “We’ll miss you all of every day. Work hard and we’ll return when we can to finish this.”

Jacob gave him a curt nod and slung his arm around Emily. “Good luck and… we love you.”

Draco ushered a teary eyed Hermione from the house after assuring his children that they’d try their best to return before they left again. Then, with hope in his heart and a familiar sense of foreboding that settled in his gut like a rock, he apparated them away to the club.

AN: Show of hands, who appreciates a leather clad Draco and an equally sexy Hermione in red spandex? *raises hand* Next up, our trip down Memory Lane goes to Fangs and Thangs. I know you've all been dying to go back. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. The days haven't gotten any shorter but your reviews keep me going. 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