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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 and Hermione stared at the dilapidated building that housed Fangs and Thangs. They knew it was there, teeming with life… er, unlife, but they were just a bit apprehensive to go in. Would they be welcomed? Sure, Tatyana had a new childe in Philippe and Sergei had come to their aid at the castle, but what about now?

Draco blew out a breath and took out the familiar scrap of paper. “There are things that go bump in the night.”

The club materialized, a gothic style house with blood red doors and velvet ropes. A line of eager clubbers waited to get in and several bouncers stood around, picking and choosing the next lucky customer would be. It hadn’t changed at all and they had to catch their breath as memories flooded them. The club had been a source of pleasure and strife, but overall happiness. They could be themselves here, or, well… Julie and Roman at any rate.

Draco handed his wife her glamour necklace. “Best put these on.”

Hermione put it on with shaking hands. “You think we should wait in line?”

He frowned, studying the line. The crowd was bigger than usual. It must have come on open mic night. “I’m not sure. It’s… been a while.”

She rubbed the bridge of her nose and made a choice. “Let’s walk from the opposite side.”

He burst out laughing. “How Slytherin of you Miss Julie. You believe he’ll spot us.”

She shrugged. “Worth a shot… if he hasn’t heard us already.”

Draco took her arm and walked her across the street. They listened as the couple at the door whined to Sampson about how unfair it was that they weren’t getting in. It took everything they had to resist rolling their eyes. Some things never changed. They had only taken two steps past the door when a heavily accented voice stopped them dead in their tracks.

“Vere do you two think you are goink?”

Draco turned slowly, bringing Hermione with him. “Pardon?”

“Pardon?” Sampson spat. “Pardon! You haff not said two vords in eighteen years and you say pardon?”

Hermione gave him a weak smile. “We’re sorry Sampson. We just… didn’t think we should… I mean, it didn’t feel like our place and… well, oh bollocks.”

Draco chuckled. “She means we weren’t sure we would be welcome.”

Sampson frowned. “Vy vould you think that? Come, my Roman and Julie. Let me see you.”

They stepped up to the vampire, ignoring the very loud protests from the whiners in line. He embraced them in turn, taking a moment to look them up and down and ask them to show their fangs. They studied him as well. His normally violent blue hair had been dyed acid green but his blood red eyes held a mix of emotions that were almost painful to decipher: joy, relief, and most of all, hurt.

“You haff grown so beautiful. I hear you haff children.”

“Two sets of twins,” Hermione said shyly and raised a tentative hand to show the vampire.

Sampson nodded and allowed her to place a hand on his temple and project the pictures of their children into his mind. His eyelids fluttered closed as she fed him images of her children as babies, their joy at being able to levitate their toys much younger than any magical child should, their pain when they found out they were too powerful, and the wonderful young adults they had grown in to.

“They are so beautiful,” Sampson whispered. “Please, show Victor. He vill luff them. Haff a wonderful time and I vill speak with you in a bit.”

“Thank you Sampson,” Draco said with a bow.

Sampson gave him a wicked grin. “Anythink for you gorgeous.”

Hermione had to stifle a giggle as she pulled her growling husband into the club. All her self-conscious thoughts came flooding back when she walked in. Dozens of eyes zeroed in on them. She felt like the main course. Draco held her closer and hissed at a few of them, making them turn away. She relaxed and pulled her husband to the bar.

“I don’t like this,” Draco pouted. “They look at you like you’re a piece of meat.”

Hermione scoffed. “Like every woman and half the men in here aren’t plotting on how to get you alone. Come on. I’m thirsty.”

Draco smirked. “That’s my girl, from wallflower to lioness in two seconds.”

She turned and quirked an eyebrow, mischief in her eyes before she curled her fingers. “Rawr.”

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Victor said softly as they took the last two seats at the bar. His black eyes flashed indigo as he took them in.

“Hello Victor,” Hermione said quietly, noticing that he had adopted his lover’s electric blue hair. “Sampson asked me to show you what we’ve been up to.”

Victor eagerly leaned forward and let her project pictures into his mind. A few moments later, he pulled back and grinned, his fangs flashing. “Most beautiful. This calls for drinks, treacle tart with clotted cream and lime cordial.”

Hermione smiled shyly. “You have a memory like a vampire.”

Victor tossed his long hair over his shoulder haughtily. “Of course.”

They carefully took out the razors and added their blood to the drinks, remembering their first time years ago. Draco was silently counting to 100, hoping he could contain himself when the lust hit. He had never quite built up a tolerance for his wife’s blood, much the opposite really. He just hoped he could keep from fucking her in public. She wasn’t really an exhibitionist.

Hermione scoffed as she licked his palm and healed him. If she truly wanted him to stop, he would. And if he didn’t, she could throw him off. She just… hadn’t felt like it. Ever. Though, fucking in public on their very first night back at the club would probably be bad manners. She ignored his snickers as she grabbed her drink.

“SHOTS UP!” Victor yelled, causing several dozen vampires to turn towards them.

They smirked and downed the shots, suddenly consumed with a hot jolt of lust. Draco crashed his mouth over hers, splitting their lips. It was like someone lit a fire in their veins. They could hear the whistles and cat calls but they were too wrapped up in each other. Draco had her pinned to the bar and was about to climb on top when someone spoke.

“My word, how inappropriate.”

Draco paled and backed off his wife. If anyone could make him feel like a bucket of ice water was spilling down his back, it was his mother. He looked up to see her smirking at him and it was all he could do to keep from blushing. Apparently, no matter what the age, his mother was still his mother. He cleared his throat and helped Hermione off the table.

“I rather enjoyed it.”

Hermione blushed and looked into jet black eyes. “Demitri, what are you two doing here?”

Demitri cleared his throat. “I heard Sergei was here tonight.”

Draco frowned. “I thought you hadn’t spoken with him in years.”

“I haven’t,” Demitri said with a sigh. “To tell the truth, I heard of your new mission and I… I had thought that since your mother…”

“You want to mend old bridges,” Hermione said quietly.

Demitri closed his eyes and nodded. “It is never easy to lose a member of your coven, especially when they make the conscious choice to leave. I’ll never forgive myself for being the reason he wanted to.”

“The wonderful thing about the past is that it stays there.”

Demitri spun to see Sergei standing behind him with a peculiar look on his face. The two vampires stared at each other for long minutes. Narcissa shuffled closer to Draco with a questioning look on her face. He sighed and cast an undetectable muffling charm.

“Did he never tell you that he had to almost kill Sergei when he wanted to defect?”

Narcissa shook her head. “He refuses to talk about that time and I never thought to push.”

“For good reason,” Draco muttered. “Sergei met Melody first and realized what the Dark Lord was after. He couldn’t trust Demitri to turn from the Dark Lord, so he defected. Vampire laws…”

“Blood in, blood out,” Narcissa whispered.

Draco nodded. “They came to a truce shortly after when Demitri learned of the Dark Lord’s true plans but it was too late.”

“They were already separated,” Narcissa said sadly.

“It is rude to exclude others from your conversations,” Demitri chided.

“Sorry,” Draco said with a grunt after he took down the privacy charm. “I thought it would be better.”

“Perhaps,” Demitri said begrudgingly. “Sergei, I’d like to introduce you to my mate, Narcissa Malfoy.”

“Pleasure,” Sergei said quietly as he bent over and kissed her knuckles. “You have found yourself quite the mate Demitri. No wonder her son carries so much power.”

“You can feel it?” Narcissa asked in shock.

Sergei smiled. “It is hard to miss. If you will excuse me, my wife is around here somewhere. I will return shortly.”

“His woman?” Demitri asked in shock.

“Hardly,” Hermione said with a giggle. “Chloe is much better, or so Melody told us.”

“You never met his woman then?” Demitri asked.

Draco shook his head. “She had an unexplainable fear of vampires.”

Narcissa gave an unladylike snort. “Honestly, afraid of vampires when you are the lover of one.”

“One, not all,” Sergei said suddenly from their right, his wife in tow. “Everyone, this is my wife Chloe. Chloe, you’ve met –er- Julie and Roman, though you probably don’t recognize them.”

“Glamours?” Chloe asked with a squint.

“Melody insisted,” Draco explained, smiling when Chloe’s blue eyes brightened in recognition.

Sergei smirked and pointed to Demitri. “This is my old leader Demitri and his mate, Ms. Narcissa Malfoy.”

“Oh my,” Chloe breathed. “You… you’re… wow.”

Narcissa frowned. “I’m sorry my dear. Have I missed something?”

“I’m sorry Ms. Malfoy.”

“Call me Narcissa, dear.”

Chloe tipped her head, making her sandy brown hair fall in her face. “Thank you, um, Narcissa. It’s just that… you… your son, he saved my best friend.”

“Oh?” Narcissa cocked her head.

Chloe nodded her head. “Cathy talked about a boy who risked his life to save her. She said that she asked him why he saved her and…”

“And?”

Draco cleared his throat. “I told her that two very special women were counting on me.”

“His mother and his wife,” Chloe whispered.

Narcissa gasped, her bottom lip quivering. She reached out to stroke Draco’s cheek. “Oh, sweetheart.”

Draco shook her off and pulled her closer by her wrist. “You were stronger. You always were. Never forget that. Ever.”

Narcissa brushed away a tear and nodded curtly before stepping back into Demitri’s arms. “Why don’t you two go have some fun?”

Hermione cleared her throat. “Oh, we’re just here to-“

“Nonsense,” Narcissa interrupted, her hand held up to stop any further excuses. “What was Melody’s number one motto?”

“Fuck them?” Draco offered.

Narcissa frowned. “No.”

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” Hermione said quietly.

“Precisely,” Narcissa said primly. “Now, I know you two haven’t had a moment to yourselves in a very long time. Sampson will be a while. Go on. Enjoy yourselves.”

“But-“ Draco started.

“Enough,” Narcissa clipped. “I can assure you that my eyes can take much more than you seem to think they can.”

“It isn’t that,” Draco said, turning red.

Narcissa smirked. “Isn’t it? Severus went on and on about how you took everyone by storm that night in the Great Hall. I had to watch in a pensieve. I’d very much like to see you two in action.”

It was Hermione’s turn to turn red. “We’re a little old for that.”

Demitri grinned. “You are never too old for that.”

“Still,” Draco said a little uncomfortably. He had no problems cutting loose in front of strangers or even his Godfather, but his mother… that was another thing entirely.

“Chicken,” Sergei goaded.

Draco clamped his jaw shut and Hermione giggled. Draco hated any implications that he could be a coward. He was the farthest thing from it, but old habits die hard. Hermione almost squealed when he took her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.

“Are we really going to do this?” she squeaked.

Draco smirked and sent her a thought. ‘I just got permission from my own mother to act exactly how I want with the hottest woman in the room. Do you honestly think I’m going to pass that up?’

Hermione’s jaw dropped open. ‘You sneaky little ferret!’

‘You love me.’

‘I do.’

‘Then let’s make my mother blush.’

Hermione shook her head and giggled when she realized what song was playing. She allowed him to lead her on the dance floor and spin her before bringing her close to his chest.

“We really are too old for this,” Hermione whispered.

“Never,” Draco growled and dipped her before bringing her back up, grinning at the words in the song.

She call me Mr. Boombastic, say me fantastic touch me in me back she says I’m Mr. Ro… mantic

Call me fantastic, touch me in me back she say I’m Mr. Ro…. Smooth, just like silk

Soft and coddle hug me up like a quilt

I’m a lyrical lover no take me for no filth

With my sexual physique Jah know me well built

They got lost in a world of their own, grinding against each other slowly. Draco planted slow wet kisses on her collarbone as she turned, bringing her arse to brush against his hardening cock. He rolled his hips in time with hers, spinning her out and back again. She went down into sexy crouch, running her hands up his leather clad leg as she slunk up his body.

He was caught in a fine line between heaven and hell. All he wanted to do in that moment was bend her over the nearest table and fuck her until they were both unconscious. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. Not that anyone would have minded, but they had a mission to complete. Still, it was a thought; one he could feel that Hermione was amenable too. As luck would have it, a faster song came on and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was also slightly mollifying to see his mother’s pale face with quite the blush on it. He wasn’t aware vampires could blush. He learned something new every day.

He threw himself into the beat of the new song. It had been so long since they’d actually done this. Though they were hardly unfit, he felt a bit rusty, especially to such a modern song. It felt wonderful though and he knew they put most of the couples in the place to shame. Hermione’s brain was shutting down and her inhibitions were lowering. It was the perfect moment to kick it up a notch. He spun her out, back in, and then lifted her in the air, spinning in a quick circle before lowering her back down and spinning her again. She giggled like a teenager and he couldn’t help grinning like an idiot. It felt wonderful to just let go.

I’m goin hard

I need some lights it way to dark

Ooh yeah I’m goin in

And now I’m with my friends

Let the party begin

Turn all the lights on

He threw her in the air, admiring how she struck a pose before gracefully landing in his arms so he could spin them around and subtly grind into her. By the end of the song, he was so focused on her that he almost forgot why they were there. He would have if he hadn’t caught Sampson out of the corner of his eye. It was with an immense amount of sadness that he forced himself to lead his wife off the dance floor.

“Good show,” Demitri drawled when they walked back.

Draco threw him a smirk as he cocked his head in acknowledgement. He noticed his mother was having a hard time looking him in the eye but she managed to return his smirk. He heard Hermione almost choke on her own spit as they walked by. She should have known he got his mother’s sense of humor. No way could Lucius have seen the hilarity in the situation. The thought of that bastard made his mood turn sour in moments.

“Please don’t,” Hermione pleaded softly. “I haven’t felt this wonderful in a long time.”

“About that,” Draco sighed and stopped her from walking away by spinning her into him. “Why were you so hesitant?”

She blushed to her roots and tried to look anywhere in the room but at him. He frowned and grabbed her chin so she’d look at him again. She managed to keep her eyes downcast anyway.

“Don’t make me break into your head.”

She snorted and jerked her head out of his hand. “It’s embarrassing, alright?”

Draco hummed and cast a privacy spell. “We aren’t walking another step until you tell me.”

Hermione huffed. “Just this once, please be the insensitive Slytherin I thought I married.”

Draco shook his head and ran his fingers over her temple. “Sorry, no can do. I have been thoroughly Gryffindorized. Although, if it makes you feel any better, I really only give a shit about my family. And even then, I only really want to know what you are thinking at any given moment.”

“You’d think you’d grow tired of that,” she said dryly.

“Never,” he whispered before placing a brief kiss on her lips. “Now spill.”

“I already told you. I’m old.”

“It’s never stopped you before. In fact, I seem to remember the most… arousing episode involving a pole-“

“Stop! That’s different.”

“Hardly. It was quite… stimulating. A performance definitely worth repeating.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “You’d willingly wank yourself in front of me again?”

He pursed his lips before sighing. “It if ensures me another performance…”

“Why don’t you like to finish without being inside me?”

He smirked. “Who’s evading now?”

She huffed and crossed her arms. “Fine. I overheard a conversation you had a few months back with Severus about aging.”

Draco’s jaw dropped open. “And you thought I meant you?”

Hermione teared up. “Who else could it have meant?”

Draco was still in a state of disbelief. “Oh, I don’t know… maybe Severus?”

“You specifically said ‘she’ as in she is slowing down.”

Draco wanted to kick himself. He’d blocked her out of that conversation specifically for that reason and she’d overheard it anyway. Damn his wife’s curious nature. To top it off, now he felt like an arse because she’d been thinking she was too old to show off anymore.

He grabbed her chin again to make sure he kept her attention. “Hermione, I want you to listen very closely. Severus was concerned that Celeste had some sort of hormone deficiency. She told him that she was slowing down, that she didn’t have the energy she once had, that she felt too old to enjoy youthful things anymore. How much longer did you stick around for the conversation?”

She blushed bright red and closed her eyes. “I left right after that.”

“I thought so. I told him that she probably hit menopause. It’s a bit early for a witch, or a daywalker for that matter, but not unheard of. I offered to do a full workup for them. Turns out she just had a hormone imbalance. She didn’t want anyone else to know because she felt like less of a woman.”

“Any woman would,” Hermione managed to whisper.

Draco frowned. “You feel the same way?”

She sighed and lunged forward, burying her head in his chest. “Draco, I’ve been through a war. I’ve got more scars than most people will ever know. I have a double degree in muggle and magical healing. I’ve had four children. They’re teenagers for Merlin’s sake, teenagers about to mate! We’re on the cusp of another war, a climax from nearly two decades of doing the Fate’s bidding. I’m tired. I feel old and hearing you talk to Severus about it… made me realize just how old and frumpy I really feel. I just… I want this over with. I feel like I should be retiring. It’s cruel, knowing we’ll live for at least a few more centuries when I feel so run down.”

Draco sighed and rubbed her back. “Love, I have all those things too. In fact, I’m pretty sure I can beat you in scars. Though, you do take the cake for loveliest ones. It might seem a bit odd, but that one that runs in between your breasts… you have no idea how much that turns me on. Truth is, I feel way beyond my years too, but who the fuck cares?”

“Who cares?” she hissed. “I bloody well care.”

“Then you aren’t too old,” he pointed out, chuckling a bit. “I’d be more worried if you didn’t care. Now, would you like my view of things?”

“You’re stuck with me forever Draco.”

“Perhaps, but I’m not blind. You have an amazing body for any woman any age. Your tits haven’t sagged an inch. In fact, they’ve grown. They’re… well, let’s steer away from that. I might accidentally ravage you in front of Merlin and everyone.”

She giggled and playfully smacked his shoulder. He always knew how to make her feel better.

“Your stomach is tone, tanned, well-muscled, and just a tad soft,” he continued. “It’s held four of my most treasured objects and it still looks absolutely amazing. Ugh, I’m getting hard again. Let’s move to your legs, works of art, so feminine and sexy and you could still kick a car across the ranch if you had to. Damn, better move up. Your arms, just as sculpted as the rest of your body. I love to watch them strain when I tie them up. Shit. Ok, how about the hair? It doesn’t resemble a rat’s nest anymore, a sign of maturity. Now it falls in luscious curls that I just want to…ok. Let’s not talk about your body anymore. No one compares to you and we’ll leave it at that.”

“Oh come on,” she teased. “You never mentioned my face.”

“Perfection,” he clipped. “Your eyes are like two warm pools of honey. They shine like twin suns when you’re angry or aroused. They complement that bird on your temple that tells the world you’re mine. There isn’t wrinkle on your face either. In fact, you don’t look a day over twenty. If we actually went to a muggle bar, I’m pretty sure they’d card you.”

Hermione chuckled. “Okay, okay, so you think I look okay. But everyone else-“

“Had better bloody well quit staring because I am not above hexing them all to hell and back.”

She smirked. “I’m quite sure it’s you they’re staring at.”

“Some maybe. I know I’m still pretty spectacular.”

She rolled her eyes. “I see your ego is still quite healthy.”

“Well, one of ours has to be. Now, Sampson is getting impatient and I’m sure you are dying to know what he knows. So, let’s get a move on.”

“You just want to hurry this along so you can have your wicked way with me.”

His eyes flashed dangerously. “Woman, my bollocks are already blue and aching. They don’t need your help. Now move.”

She sighed as he practically dragged her through the club. “Do I really have that much of an effect on you after all these years?”

“Love, it’s no secret that beautiful women have practically thrown themselves at me all my life. Truth is, none of them have a tenth of the appeal you do.”

“Because you’re stuck with me.”

“Because it’s the bloody truth. Pretty wrapping perhaps, but you have something they will never have.”

“What’s that?”

He turned to her and swept her in his arms. “My heart.”

“Touching,” Sampson sighed as Draco planted a brutal kiss on her lips. “But we must hurry. You may fuck in office if you like, but we haff lots to discuss.”

“There will be no fucking in offices,” Hermione growled and stomped into the back.

“Thanks mate,” Draco said dryly.

Sampson grinned, fangs gleaming in the lights of the club. “Thought you could use cold vater.”

“I could use a private place right about now, but you gave me the next best thing.”

Sampson broke into booming laughter. “Glad to help.”

Several minutes later, they were all in Vladamir’s office. Draco and Hermione occupied the chair in the furthest corner so they could see everyone at once. They also put up heavy silencing charms around the room to keep anyone from hearing anything. It seemed like the entire staff had come to chastise them. They probably deserved it, but it was hardly what they wanted. At least Demitri and Narcissa were there. It was a small comfort.

“Shall we start with an apology?” Draco asked softly.

“Save apology,” Sampson said gruffly. “Bring children, we call even.”

Draco closed his eyes and sighed. “That’s not possible right now.”

“Because?” Victor drawled.

“Because we are being hunted,” Hermione spoke up.

“So I was right,” Sergei huffed. “The disappearing daywalkers are related.”

“They are,” Draco said quietly.

“And your children are part of this?” Vladimir drawled.

Hermione bit back the urge to sob, settling for a nod.

“Then ve are at your service,” Sampson said quietly.

Hermione launched into the story from the beginning, starting with the end of Voldemort and his cruel experiments. She left out the part about their classifications, but she knew the vampires needed no specifics for those. Their sense of smell hadn’t diminished at all. It was their laws of secrecy she valued. That and their sense of hierarchy and blasphemy against nature. They had forbidden daywalkers for a reason, though they didn’t destroy them. They understood exactly how horrible Moira’s plans were.

“We must stop this,” Victor hissed.

“Can you tell us about that night?” Hermione pushed. “When she came to proposition you.”

Sergei nodded. “She claimed that she could make us more powerful than gods. I informed her I already knew people with such power. It might be a blessing, but I saw the curse with my own eyes. We all did.”

“The men with her,” Draco pressed on. “What were they?”

“Human,” Sampson said quickly. “Completely human, though they reeked of superiority. Still, they smelt of fear. They vere scared of place.”

“Are these the same humans attacking those daywalkers in New York?”

“It is unclear,” Sergei said quietly. “They get skittish when full vampires hang around, or anyone not a daywalker for that matter. They have gotten worse since the attacks.”

“Good thing we know a few,” Draco said dryly.

“Quite,” Sergei said with a smirk. “Though they prefer the teenage set.”

“Fuck,” Draco snarled. “I’m not sure Severus would allow his children to try and infiltrate them.”

“Ve vill make plans then,” Sampson continued. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!” Hermione shrieked. “We need to get moving.”

“As I understand it,” Demitri said, cutting into the conversation, “there is still unfinished business at the Ranch that you two have completely forgotten about.”

The pure couple frowned before it dawned on them. “The souls.”

“Precisely,” Demitri said quietly. “From what Melody has told me, you two could probably put every one of those children back together tomorrow before night fall. Not only would it give us time to plan, but perhaps we can work on Severus.”

“Good luck,” Draco snorted.

“Seems we all could use some,” Victor said quietly. “You smell so sad, so frustrated.”

“Alex lost his grandchild,” Hermione whispered, wincing when Tatyana choked on a sob. If anyone understood the pain of losing loved ones, it was a vampire. They learned long ago that saying goodbye was part of becoming attached… to anything.

“You vill pass condolences?” Sampson asked softly.

Draco gave a sharp nod. “Yes. Thank you.”

“I have idea,” Sampson said after a few moments of tense silence. “You vill bring whole family here tomorrow. All family. Club vill close.”

“That’s not a good idea,” Hermione began, only to be hissed at.

“She has a valid point Sampson,” Demitri snapped. “Part of their family are werewolves.”

“How?”

“Experimentation,” Demitri whispered. “And one is the daughter of the one werewolf on our side.”

“Ah, Remus has daughter?” Sampson inquired.

Demitri nodded. “And an older son. They control the change, but they are wolf. There are several members of pack… including my new adopted daughter, Addie Mae.”

“You kid,” Victor spluttered.

“I do not,” Demitri said sternly. “Addie is but four and had no choice in the matter.”

“Oh, poor little one,” Tatyana whispered.

“She is so strong,” Demitri whispered. “So wonderful.”

“Then ve must make exception. All family, regardless of origin.”

“That’s good,” Hermione muttered.

“Problem?” Vladimir drawled.

Hermione sighed. “There is a merperson, a fairy, a giant… and a hunter.”

“HUNTER!” The vampires cried.

“Only by birth,” Demitri spoke up. “He is mated with Harmony’s daughter and is quickly learning that his hatred is misplaced. He has embraced his wolf and his walker. To turn him away now would be a very large blow.”

Sampson hit his hand on the desk, cracking the wood slightly. “Very vell. I suppose it is time to mend rifts made long ago. Tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow,” everyone agreed.

AN: So, this is a very dark day. Not only did my muse take a vacation without me, I had to put my dog down today. Not motivating when you put your best friend in the ground. So, I apologize that this chapter isn't what it should be, or even close to that. I'll keep fighting though. I haven't given up on a story yet. (Glares at unfinished original novel) As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. It's great to know that you're still with me. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.

**Songs**

1) Mr. Boombastic- Shaggy

2)Turn all the lights on - TPain & Ne-Yo
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

Fooling Fate sequel to Bound