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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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“Mum, dad!”

Draco and Hermione braced themselves for impact as their children tackled them. They hadn’t been expecting their return. It was a bittersweet realization, but a happy one since they couldn’t prove their worries unfounded.

“Yes loves, we’re home,” Hermione gasped, trying to breathe in Scorpius’s crushing hug.

“Gods we were worried,” Rose half sobbed.

“Well, I’m not sure your mum is going to make it if Scorp doesn’t lighten up,” Draco chuckled.

Scorpius immediately let go and gave Hermione a sheepish look. “Sorry mum, got a little excited.”

Hermione patted him on the cheek and grinned. “It’s alright. Seems we forgot a few things in our haste to collect information.”

“What?” Scorpius asked.

“The souls,” Jacob said quietly. “You came to help put them in order.”

Hermione and Draco nodded, chuckling when their kids started whooping and hollering, running ahead to announce the news that no doubt the entire house had heard. They held hands and sauntered up to the house, thankful that they had one more day. They refused to think what that one day might cost another poor innocent soul, but it was necessary.

“Welcome back,” Melody said from her sprawled position on the couch.

“You knew we’d come back,” Hermione chided.

Melody chuckled. “I believe you are confusing me with my sister.”

“Like she doesn’t tell you absolutely everything,” Draco said drily.

Melody smirked and acknowledged him with a slight nod of the head. “Touché. So, when would you like to get started?”

“Would now be too soon?” Hermione asked. She was eager to get all of their ducks in a row. The less loose ends left, the better.

“Who first?” Melody asked.

“Me.”

They spun to see Zandra on the stair case. She looked pale and was trembling slightly, but she had determination in her eyes. She was ready, no matter what the cost. Aiden appeared behind her in a second, a wild look in his eyes. But he said nothing. This was her choice and he would allow her to make it, thought it terrified him. No one had ever undergone a soul reattachment quite like this. It could kill her, but it was a chance she wanted to take. No one in the entire family blamed her.

“I’m ready,” Zandra said, her voice wavering slightly.

“Okay then,” Melody said softly. “Would you like anyone in particular present?”

“Aiden,” Zandra whispered. “And… and Jonah.”

“Done,” Melody said. “Now, we’ll have to do this in the field. I don’t want to upset the house, should anyone lose control.”

Zandra nodded. “What… um… what should I wear?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to forgo clothes,” Melody said quietly. “At least your torso. You’re welcome to pants but anything else might hinder the spell.”

Zandra gulped and nodded before clearing her throat. “Did… you?”

Melody smiled. “I wore my birthday suit.”

Zandra nodded. “Okay then. It’s nothing Jonah hasn’t seen before… and…” she blushed to the tips of her toes. “And Aiden… will see.”

It was Aiden’s turn to flush. Melody started cackling and gave her a round of applause. “Well done dear. I’ve never seen him quite so pink.”

“That’s a lie,” Rhapsody muttered as she scrambled into the room. “But… can I touch her first?”

Zandra met Rhapsody halfway across the room, hand extended. She’d long grown used to Rhapsody’s need to touch someone she wanted to read extensively. This time, she made sure Rhapsody was seated before she allowed her to actually come in contact and stood patiently while the girl went rigid before screaming the house down.

It took the family less than a minute to assemble, though none dared to disturb Rhap. They waited patiently for her visions to be over. Finally, after several minutes, Rhapsody collapsed in a heap of sobs. Deven scooped her up in his arms and rocked her back and forth until she finally calmed. The entire time, Zandra stood rigid, as if scared her breathing would skew the visions.

“It’ll work,” Rhapsody said suddenly. “By Merlin and the Fates, it’s going to work.”

“Probability?” Aiden asked cautiously.

“No,” Rhapsody said somberly. “No more probabilities Aiden. It’s going to work. Just believe.”

Aiden nodded curtly and took Zandra by the hand, spinning her around so he could look into her eyes. “I believe Zandra. Do you?”

She gave him a smirk worthy of a Snape and kissed him hard on the mouth. “I wouldn’t volunteer if I didn’t.”

“Well said,” Melody said. “Shall we?”

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“Did you get the necklace?” Draco asked.

They were in the middle of the field. The adults had formed a circle around Zandra as she lay on a makeshift stone table transfigured from the very same old wood bench that Hermione and Draco had sat on years earlier. She was covered with a sheet to protect her modesty until the last possible moment.

“I haven’t taken it off,” Zandra whispered as she took the chain from around her neck.

“Good girl,” Draco said affectionately as he took the necklace.

He could feel Zandra’s soul struggle to be back with itself, whole once more. Zandra seemed to wilt without it, a side effect that he had suspected. Harry had said that he’d witnessed the same thing. Well, after tonight, Zandra’s soul would never have to struggle to stay whole again.

“Is everyone ready?” Hermione called.

The adults nodded. Aiden and Jonah knelt by the table, both with grave looks on their faces. Jonah, because he knew exactly what kind of pain she was going to be put through. Aiden, because he never wanted her to have to feel that way again. They were both powerless to stop this though. Zandra was the first experiment, and because they had no idea what they were in for, Draco and Hermione insisted on doing the ceremony themselves. There was no way to tell what kind of power was needed. Better using near limitless power than to discover there just wasn’t enough.

Hermione summoned the book they’d confiscated from the Dark Lord’s hold what seemed like years ago and put it on the ground between her and Draco. They knew the words by heart, but she wanted to make absolutely sure everything was perfect. They wouldn’t fail Zandra.

She and Draco clasped hands, reciting the spell that would begin summoning Zandra’s core. Aiden and Jonah gently slid the sheet down Zandra’s chest, exposing the raw red wound where she’d never quite healed from having her soul ripped to pieces. It pulsed now, fresh blood welling around the wound as her soul was called forth.

Zandra screamed in pain. Having one’s soul ripped from their body wasn’t a pleasant experience the first time. This time though, she didn’t have months of pain to compare it to. It wasn’t just another day; it was a jolt into the past, a much darker one that she preferred to bury. But it was necessary.

“Aiden, don’t hold her hand,” Melody warned. “You don’t want to be like James and Annabel, especially since she is so unstable.”

“Not to mention she is wolf,” Philippe spoke up. “Your walker will fight it.”

“Then how in the bloody hell do we work so well together?” Aiden asked through clenched teeth as he struggled to keep from reaching out to comfort his girlfriend.

“Because your mates,” Harmony called. “And opposites often attract. Look at Hermione and Draco if you’d like proof of that.”

Aiden nodded and bent his head, sending a silent prayer to the Gods for this to work. He glanced over and noticed Jonah doing the same. They both wanted so badly to comfort her, but all they could offer was soft and meaningless platitudes as she screamed so loudly it almost made their ears bleed.

Draco and Hermione kept their magic tamped down as much as possible so as not to interfere with the soul magic. This was nothing like taking a piece of a soul and switching it. This was reuniting something that already begged to be put together again. If they overpowered it or forced it in any way, the soul could shatter from the strain.

Carefully, they guided the tortured soul from the locket, keeping it tethered by a thread until Zandra’s soul reached the surface. It was a brilliant yellow color much like the one her eyes turned when she was angry. The locket lurched towards it and they managed to catch it with a spell just before the metal hit her. The soul fragment leapt off the end and merged with the one in her body, bursting into brilliant white light.

As quickly as they could, they stuffed the soul as far into Zandra’s chest as they dared, keeping a watchful eye on her heart rate. It was already dangerously high, but that was to be expected. Her whole body seemed to glow from within as they changed the spells to encourage the soul to bond within. It responded well, though it seemed to make Zandra’s wolf quite angry. Her fangs popped out of her mouth and she let out an unearthly howl.

What seemed like an eternity later, she fell still. Everyone held their breath until she took one of her own. She gasped in relief and the adults collapsed on themselves. Aiden poised over her, afraid to touch her.

“It’s alright now,” Melody said, her voice thick with awe. “It’s bonded beautifully.”

“Thank Merlin,” Aiden choked and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

“Gods,” Jonah sighed. “That was awful.” He placed an affectionate kiss on her forehead and rubbed her nose, making her eyes pop open.

Zandra smiled at him. “You used to lull me to sleep like that.”

Jonah grinned. “Then I might want to stop. You’ve already been out too long.”

“How do you feel?” Aiden cut in, his whole body rigid with nervous energy.

She groaned and reached for him. “I feel like I got hit by a train.”

“Good,” Aiden breathed as he covered her up and pulled her into his arms. “That means that you’re still alive.”

She gave him a weak chuckle and snuggled into his chest. “Merlin it hurt, but I feel… whole. It’s hard to describe. I didn’t realize how empty I felt.”

“A side effect,” Melody assured her. “You’ll be right as rain in no time. Now, why don’t you go rest a bit. We’ll discuss things here and be with you in a bit.”

Aiden nodded and spun to go to the house, despite Zandra’s rather loud and colorful protests. Jonah followed, snickering every now and then at her creative phases.

“That didn’t take near the power I thought it would,” Melody said, a thoughtful frown on her face. “I suppose it isn’t hard to manipulate something that wants to do your bidding in the first place. Do you think a normal wizard could pull this off?”

Draco shook his head, unconsciously flexing his magic as well. “It’s definitely stronger magic than a normal wizard can handle. But, I don’t believe it is out of the realm of a phenom. The hardest part is knowing when to back off and let the soul take over.”

“To avoid crushing it, no doubt,” Severus added.

“Yes,” Hermione spoke up. “It felt like balancing a tight rope.”

“Perhaps it best for a phenom to perform the task then,” Severus mused. “Lesser power wouldn’t be quite the struggle.”

“You still need finesse,” Draco warned.

“Then it’s set,” Melody said. “Severus and Celeste will handle the next one.”

“And just who is next?” Severus drawled.

“Whoever volunteers,” Melody shot back.

“Nahuatl,” Harmony answered. “She will be next.”

“So be it,” Severus drawled, pulling Celeste closer into his chest. He seemed calm and ready but his eyes held the concern that everyone felt. Would they be so lucky the next time?

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“Everyone present and accounted for?” Melody asked loudly.

“YES!” the family answered back.

“Then, let us read the paper,” Melody said haughtily, trying desperately not to start giggling. She was giddy, nervous, terrified, filled with dread, and every other emotion she could think of.

“There are things that go bump in the night!”

The front door of Fangs and Thangs winked into existence. The children squealed with joy. They’d heard stories of the infamous club but none had ever laid eyes on it. Only tonight, there were no long lines filled with people begging to get in. It was deserted, as it should be.

After only a moment’s hesitation, Melody lead the way, coming just short of the door. Those with exceptional hearing could tell her breathing had sped up as well as her heart rate. She hadn’t been this scared in a very long time. In fact, she was certain she had only been so frightened when her family was in danger and not herself. These vampires were her family in a way. What would they think?

“Don’t tell me you’ve lost your balls,” Philippe drawled.

Melody snorted. “My balls were so big the gods had to move them to my chest.”

Alex chuckled. “Well, that certainly clears up a few things.”

“Uh, dad,” Nate and Zach groaned in unison. “That’s waaay too much information.”

“Then ignore it,” Alex said with a shrug.

“If only we could,” Zach said with a wistful sigh.

“They are like their mother,” a deep accented voice boomed.

“Sampson,” Melody whispered.

Sampson materialized from the mist. “Little star.”

The family held their breaths as the two old friends stared at each other with strangely watery eyes. It seemed like hours but it was really only minutes before they lunged at each other, shaking with joy. Everyone was quiet as Melody apologized and Sampson realized why she had stayed away. Tatyana had kept her word. She had told no one.

“Oh my little star,” Sampson sighed. “I vish you had told me sooner. Ve haff lost so much time.”

Melody sobbed out a laugh. “I think I have a few more years in me.”

Sampson grinned, flashing his fangs. “And a new generation to teach.”

“Aye,” Melody said happily. “Sampson, meet the family.”

Introductions were held inside the club… and they took forever. Luckily, vampires had quick minds or they would have been blundering through it all night. Sometimes, Draco and Hermione wondered how they kept up with everyone, and half of them were their blood kin. Once everyone got acquainted, some more tense than others, Sampson invited the children to sing, dance, drink, and do whatever they wanted.

Draco and Hermione skirted the crowd, watching their children have the time of their lives. They marveled at the change in the pack. What a difference being whole made. Light shined in their previously dull eyes and smiles broke out on their faces more often, if they fell away at all. The mood was so much happier. Even Albus and Martin were soaring above, happily warbling out a tune of happiness.

“You haff done vell,” Sampson whispered beside them.

Draco smiled and pulled Hermione into his chest. “We think so.”

Sampson grinned and held up a familiar key. “You wanted a private place, no?”

“Sampson,” Hermione hissed in embarrassment, to which the vampire gave a great booming laugh.

“Go on. No payment for tonight.”

Draco didn’t have to be told twice. He caught the key as Sampson tossed it his way and yanked Hermione into the back room. She made a show of protesting until he slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside, putting a few extra spells up… just in case.

“Now,” Draco growled. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

Hermione shuddered at his tone. She watched as he eyed the shackles on the back wall. Would he chain her there? She soaked her knickers at the thought. She suddenly realized that he’d cut her off from his thoughts. He only did that when he wanted to surprise her.

Draco smirked as he watched the emotions roll over his wife’s face. She hated being left in the dark, but he rather enjoyed watching her struggle to figure out his next move. It just so happened that he didn’t want her to this time. It made the game that much more enjoyable, her struggle even more delicious. He’d had dreams of this room, her bent over the steel table, strung up with the manacles, straddling the chair, against the door, and any other way imaginable.

He stuck his hand in his pocket and found a silk handkerchief that he quickly stuck behind his back and transfigured into a flogger. He put a disillusion spell on it and placed it on the table. Then he reached in his other pocket and found the shrunken hemp rope that he always kept on him. He’d been planning to get her alone for months and now he finally had her.

“Draco?”

“Silence. You are not to speak unless directly addressed. Understood?”

She gulped. “Yes sir.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What is your word, pet?”

“Silverweed.”

Draco nodded before placing his hands at his back and standing square before her. “Kneel.”

Hermione dropped immediately, calf to the ground, pointed toe, other foot flat and knee at 90 degrees, head level with the knee, hands behind the back. She’d never forgotten her first lesson with Severus. After feeling how much joy it gave Draco… and quite possibly the most explosive sex afterwards, she committed it to memory.

Draco ran his hand through her unruly hair. “Gods you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to have you completely at my mercy.”

She shivered at his words. Every moment they stole for themselves was precious, but it seemed that the closer war got, the more valuable each second was. Savoring had become a thing of the past but for now, they were going to. The children were safe and happy. The other adults were supervising. They were alone… in a locked room… in Draco’s element. She fought down a gasp, less he punish her. It was tempting, punishment, but he’d learned long ago that she actually tried for it. Her punishment now was denying his touch, depriving her of the vision of him nude, depriving her of his thoughts. Her punishment was being alone and it was sheer torture.

A wave of Draco’s hand and Hermione was rendered naked. She hissed as the cold air stung her bare skin but she dare not speak. Draco was wicked with the lash and while he’d never hurt her, he’d remind her exactly how skilled he was. She wasn’t a fan of the lash. She preferred the gradual biting pain of the ropes to the sharp sting. Still, she had a thing for pain and he knew just how to take her to the edge.

“You will stand and walk to the manacles. Keep your head down.”

Hermione rose, shaking like a leaf as she trudged over to the cold wall and backed up to it.

“Oh no pet. Turn.”

Hermione bit her tongue to keep a sharp retort off her tongue. She hated not facing him and he knew it. He also loved to watch her struggle with her emotions. She turned as she was told and yelped when he clamped the cold metal cuffs around her arms and legs. A sharp slap on her arse was the only reprimand she got for the noise. A small gush of fluid ran down her leg.

Draco groaned and swiped his finger through her juices before licking them off, making sure to make loud, lewd sounds as he did so. She squirmed at the thought. He loved her taste. Sometimes she wondered if he really could lick her pussy all day.

“I could,” he purred in her ear. “I could feast on your delicious little cunt all day long.”

Draco was about to get his flogger when a heavy knocking sounded on the door. Annoyed, he threw a cloak over Hermione, though he didn’t bother to unchain her, and raced to answer it.

“Yes?” he asked in annoyance.

“Need permission to get kids drunk,” Sampson growled in annoyance.

“Why?” Draco demanded, quite put out that they were interrupted for that.

“Because they need to loosen… and your father refuses to step in for you.”

“You’ll cut them off?” Draco sighed.

Sampson nodded curtly. “I never let them get bad.”

“Fine. You have our permission. Now, I trust that is all you need?”

Sampson grinned. “Yes. I am finished. Oh.. one thing. There is new addition. Simply say vord.”

“What word?” Draco all but growled.

Sampson leaned over and hissed in his ear. “Dominance.”

Draco smirked and thanked the vampire before promptly slamming the door shut. He turned to his shivering wife and grinned wolfishly.

“Now… where were we?”

AN: I know. I'm an evil sadistic little bitch. And I miss my muse very much. Perhaps I can tempt her with a lemon. To be continued in next chapter. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. This week hasn't sucked quite so hard, but it's still been pretty awful. I'm just glad the storm didn't knock out my power this time. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. My ego is fragile like that. Until next time... love you guys!!
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Fooling Fate sequel to Bound