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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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“Now… where were we?”

Hermione shivered at Draco’s tone. His voice was dripping with sex and a promise that she was going to absolutely love what was coming. She was sure she would. Though she hated that he’d chained her with her face to the wall, she also knew he’d make it up. The cold air hit her when he snapped his hastily thrown cloak off of her. It was a welcomed bite.

“Ah, I remember,” Draco purred.

He ran a finger down her spine and relished the goose bumps that broke out in the wake of his finger. He so loved her little reactions. Merlin, he wished they had more time. The family would wonder where they’d gotten off to before long. Well, at least the children would. Those that knew about the room would smirk and shoot them knowing looks.

“I want to spend so much more time on you,” he said wistfully. “You deserve more than a five minute scene. I’d have you in silk sashes, bound like the beautiful creature you are. Can you picture it love? Well, I suppose not. I do so love taking your sight away.”

Hermione yelped when the room went black. This was the first time Draco had ever done that to her. He normally preferred a traditional blindfold. Magic blindness proved to be even more disorienting. There was no sliver of light, no rustle of fabric on her face, nothing. Honestly, as much as it excited her, it was scaring her to death.

“Shhh,” he cooed in her ear. “You’re going to be just fine pet. I’ll take good care of you.”

She tried to regulate her breathing. For some inexplicable reason, this method of blindfolding was really unnerving her. She wasn’t sure why it was though. Draco was there. He’d never let anything hurt her, ever. She trusted him implicitly. But the darkness was absolute, like being in Khrone’s Castle without a magical hand or muggle night vision goggles. It was all consuming and hard to concentrate on what mattered.

Draco sighed heavily. “I thought that it might pose a problem.”

“What?” she squeaked.

He ran a comforting hand over her spine, dipping a little lower after a few strokes to caress her bum. “Severus told me that Celeste and Melody were having a hard time being blindfolded after Khrone’s. Melody all but turned Alex into toast when he tried it. Harmony believes it is residual Dark Magic.”

“W-why isn’t Harmony affected?” she asked in a tiny voice.

Draco chuckled. “Harmony isn’t really into the hard stuff and Philippe refuses to restrain her in any way since his turning.”

She hummed. “He’s afraid he’ll go too far and she won’t be able to defend herself.”

“Exactly. Now, enough talk about everyone else, though I see it takes your mind off things. I want you to concentrate on me and only me. Every time I see you waver, you will be punished. Is that understood, pet?”

She gulped. “Yes Sir.”

“Good,” he purred. “Now, I’m going to tie you and you’ll hold still. Are we clear?”

“Yes Sir.”

Draco hummed in appreciation and went to work, quickly tying a makeshift corset around her in hemp rope, making sure to frame her breasts a little more tightly than normal. He loved the thought of her nipples rubbing against the stone wall. He just hoped she’d allow herself to feel it. Her barely controlled panic was seeping into the bond. He needed her to refocus. He summoned the flogger and gave her two quick swats, one on each cheek.

Hermione squealed and tried to jump away from the sudden pain but the shackles prevented her from moving much more than a few inches in any direction. Draco’s actions had scared her, not because of him striking her, but the suddenness of it. It was then she realized what was unnerving her about the blindness. It was like Khrones, never knowing when you would be ambushed. There was no rustling of the blindfold if he was close, no reverb against the silk to let her know he’d moved. She needed to rely on other senses.

Draco gave her a small kiss on the base of her neck to let her know that her reaction was what he wanted. He never punished without a reward of some kind when she corrected the offending behavior. Some Doms liked making their subs try to obtain the impossible and punishing when they failed but that wasn’t his style. He fed off of Hermione’s joy when she succeeded even more than her cries of pained pleasure when she was struck or her unfailing eagerness to please.

“Such a good pet,” he breathed in her ear. “You are so quick, so eager to please me, so absolutely fucking brilliant. Your mind is a turn on, you know.”

Hermione fought to keep her focus on Draco. She was horrified that she was having this reaction at all. He knew just what to say to her though. Knowing he valued her mind as well as her body had always made her feel a little warm inside. Her gooey thoughts had calmed her somewhat and she was able to focus on what he was doing, gently rubbing her back. It felt heavenly.

Draco mentally sighed in relief when she went slack. He wasn’t sure which way to approach her fear. Severus had cast the spell on him but he managed to stop the fear racing through his blood. Then again, he’d had years of training to ignore his fears and years more of facing them. Hermione, though she’d been through some horrific things, hadn’t trained quite so extensively against despair. Pain she was familiar with, but fear and anxiety from the unknown had never been a problem. Voldemort and his followers weren’t exactly silent predators.

“Now then,” he whispered, pulling back slightly to admire her form. Then he grinned wickedly and flicked his wrist.

Hermione squealed when something extremely cold hit her nether regions. It took her several seconds to realize that it wasn’t something, rather than a spell. He’d cast a cooling charm on her pussy lips. She squirmed at the feeling, the cold making her throb slightly. A minute later, the charm turned warm, making her moan at the feeling. Back and forth, Draco changed the temperature. She was soaking her thighs… and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

Draco chuckled and pulled the hemp ropes a little tighter, pushing her forward a little so that her nipples rubbed against the wall. He cast another spell that would mimic nipple clamps. She let out a throaty moan as her painfully restricted nipples rubbed against the rough bricks. He had to reach down and adjust himself when she moaned again.

Hermione was torn, wanting to beg for more and plead with Draco to make it stop. The temperature changes combined with the friction on her breasts had her clit hard and throbbing. Her inner walls were clinching in anticipation of being filled, aching because they weren’t. Every nerve was on fire. Draco was good, so good at taking her to the edge.

He chuckled darkly. “We’re just getting started.”

“The family,” she managed to grind out.

“Can wait,” he assured her.

He grabbed his wand and flicked it twice before twisting it a quarter turn. It started vibrating softly. With a wicked grin he knew his wife wouldn’t see, he brushed it against her clit. She squealed, squirming to get away from the intense feelings. He was relentless, following each of her movements. He finally whacked her with the flogger again when she tried to jerk away. She let her forehead fall against the bricks, whimpering pitifully.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred. “Just feel.”

She let out a tortured sob. “Please.”

“Please what pet?”

“Please, it hurts.”

“Is it a good hurt or a bad hurt?”

“I don’t know!” she moaned.

“What’s your word?”

She shook her head, refusing to utter her safe word. He smirked. He’d tricked her into saying it before and when she did, all stimulation stopped. Using the safe word was serious. It meant an absolute stop and a cuddle, no sexual contact. She definitely didn’t want that right now.

He kept his wand right where it was and reached around to pluck her nipples, relishing her cry. The spell and the walls had them hard and pebbled. He knew the warmth of his hand probably sent shocks down her spine. He wanted her to fall apart and she was oh so close.

“Gods please!”

“The Gods aren’t going to help you now,” he chuckled. “We’re the only two in here.”

“Oh please Sir. Please, please, please!”

He bit back a groan. He loved it when she was too far gone to beg with more than a word or two. Having mercy on her, he cast a spell to hold his wand where it was and plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt. The squishing sounds were loud in the echoing room. He twisted and quirked his fingers until he hit the spot that made her scream.

“Come for me, pet.”

She wailed, her entire body shaking as her climax took over. He let the wand drop, silent and still once more but he still worked her core with his fingers. She moaned and shook, tremors of pleasure running through her body. He extended his fangs and scraped her neck, shivering when she went over again. He licked the tiny drops of blood that he’d drawn. She was still delicious and he could never get enough.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I want to feel you.”

“You can’t feel me?” he asked, quirking his fingers again and delighting in her mewling.

“I w-want y-your c-cock. P-p-please!”

He couldn’t help himself anymore and almost laughed when she protested the removal of his fingers. He spelled his clothes away, magically lifted her so he could reach, and plunged in. He worried that he was bruising her hips, he held her in such a tight grip. But she was hardly complaining. Her fingernails were digging into the walls as he hit her harder and harder. He always felt like he wanted to climb inside of her.

She broke again, screaming so loud his ears rang. He loved watching her arse jiggle as he thrust into her more than willing body but he wanted to see her face. She looked so beautiful when she came. He slid out of her, noticing that she whimpered from the loss before unhooking the manacles and flipping her around. He dove back in, wincing when the air rushed out of her lungs.

“Are you alright love?”

“Don’t stop,” she whispered weakly. “Merlin please don’t stop.”

He couldn’t if he wanted to. Her fingers tangled in his hair before she yanked his head down so she could kiss him. He felt the jolt, the sparking of their magic as she tried to suck the air out of his lungs. The room grew brighter. Sweat dripped down his back. Her blood called to him.

“Take it,” she rasped. “Gods Draco, please take it.”

His breath caught. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she whispered. “I want it too.”

“As you wish pet.”

He could deny her nothing. Besides, he wanted to drink from her so badly. When they’d first started drinking each other’s blood, it was instinct. Now, they found themselves craving it. It was addicting, like caffeine and nicotine. It was a high, a rush, and it made them feel closer. Even when they didn’t need the extra boost, they wanted it.

He sunk his fangs into her shoulder as he thrust to the hilt, holding still as she clamped down on him and cried out. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, nearly taking him with her. She whimpered, craning her neck to sink her teeth into him.

He threw his head back and yelled his release, a snarl at the end of his breath. He leaned forward and sank his teeth back in to her supple flesh. Her bite kept him on the edge, in a never ending climax that made his vision fuzzy. His knees buckled and they slid down the wall, him still thrusting as hard as he could, albeit erratically.

“Too much,” she gasped, as he pulled another mouthful of blood.

He released immediately. They barely had the sense to lick their wounds clean before falling over the edge again and straight into darkness.

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Melody chuckled as she saw their light burn through the door. She grinned at Alex. “I assume you brought some replinisher.”

He smirked. “Do I ever leave home without it?”

“You might want to go revive them.”

“Let them bask in the afterglow a minute.”

She snorted. “I would if they weren’t unconscious.”

“Damn it,” he hissed. “How many times have we told them not to do that?”

She grinned. “Probably less than us.”

He sniffed. “But we can drink and replenish.”

“So it makes it better then, eh?”

He smirked. “Yep. Excuse me dear.”

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The family didn’t return home until the early hours of the morning, thoroughly tipsy and ready for bed. While the children did just that, some not exactly platonic in their alcohol induced room sharing, the adults held off. They had things to discuss and they were actually quite pleased with the turn of events.

“That was memorable,” Harry sighed, stretching his back as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

Hermione was propped up against Draco on the couch. They were both quite weak from their exploits in the back room, but they had to stay awake for this. She heard Draco’s thoughts loud and clear. They had to speak with Severus about going to New York.

“As much as I’d love to get some sleep,” Draco sighed. “There is more to discuss.”

“Oh?” Celeste piped up.

Draco nodded. “We must go to New York.”

Severus nodded. “I thought as much.”

Draco pursed his lips. “It’s worse.”

“Go on,” Severus said with narrowed eyes.

“The daywalkers are understandably skittish. They trust no one other than another daywalker… and no one who isn’t their age.”

“Absolutely not!” Severus hissed.

Melody reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. “Now Sev, think it through. Hermione and Draco don’t smell right, young, or even halfway unassuming and you know it.”

“They are my children!”

Melody chuckled. “Yes, you have the most children Sev. We all know who your children are. However, you need to think rationally. We have to infiltrate them.”

“I highly doubt you’d get them to go without their mates though,” Alex mused. “Especially Aiden. I doubt you could pry him away with a slicing hex.”

“Hadn’t thought of that,” Draco said with a frown. “Still, they are our best chance.”

“What about Serena?” Ginny said quietly. “She’s not as attached.”

“But she’s brash,” Philippe said softly. “She’s very much her father’s daughter, standoffish and abrasive.”

“Thank you for that,” Severus purred sarcastically, making Philippe growl.

“Easy everyone,” Harmony said quietly. “We send both couples. Jonah and Zandra are whole now. They are more than capable of looking after themselves. They can hang back with Hermione and Draco while Serena and Aiden approach the group.”

“Going to be hard to pin them down,” Harry said thoughtfully. “Especially if they’re being hunted.”

“How about a different approach?” Melody said quietly.

“How different?”

“Let’s all take a trip to New York.”

“That’s ludicrous,” Severus said incredulously.

“No, think,” Melody insisted. “Our full force will scare the hunters off. Our scent… well, you must admit that we smell intriguing. Those little daywalkers, they’ve never smelled adults I’d imagine. I mean, they aren’t exceedingly easy to find, are they?”

“But why are there so many blasted daywalker?” Severus snapped.

Harmony cleared her throat. “I think they are all connected to one particular coven.”

“Don’t tell me that Moira got to them,” Celeste said incredulously.

Philippe closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “She got to a lot of people. The werewolves might not have been willing, but some vampires prefer not to have to stand in the shadows.”

“Aye,” Severus said softly. “But Celeste and I are abominations.”

“Hardly,” Philippe snorted. “You’re just too dangerous to the vampire race to have willingly created. But abominations… well, I’d rather be your kind of abomination than this.”

“We’ll find a way,” Melody said, her eyes misting over. “But for now, I say we pack.”

“Where will we even find them?” Ginny asked.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Alex chuckled. “Have you forgotten who we are?”

Ginny blushed and then giggled. “I suppose I’m too used to us now.”

“Not sure if that’s a good thing or not,” Hermione said with a frown. “Harry, are you sure you can take off?”

Harry shrugged. “My son just technically died. I’m still on leave and they’ll grant me as long as I need. I’m sure a few extra weeks wouldn’t hurt anything.”

“Then it’s settled,” Celeste said. “We’ll leave in the morning… after a healthy round of hangover potions.”

“And sex,” Melody added, grinning drunkenly.

“And a light proof suitcase,” Harmony said with a frown.

“Is it ironic that I still have mine?” Philippe asked.

Melody chuckled. “No, that’s poetic, I think. Anyway, I’m horny. Alex?”

“Say no more,” he purred before whisking her away.

“You two might want to go the sleep route,” Harmony said quietly. “You’re quite past your limit tonight, both for sex and for blood.”

Draco smirked. “I could still tie her up.”

Severus scoffed. “Save the bruise cream for when we might have need of it.”

“You mean… once you get done with Celeste?” Draco asked cheekily.

Severus scowled at him but it was halfhearted. He ended up shaking his head and dragging Celeste upstairs. Her laughter rang through the house.

“I think we’ll take the traditional route,” Harry said softly, motioning to the port key around his neck.

“Come on love,” Draco sighed. “Let’s sleep.”

Hermione nodded, her eyes already drooping. Their next mission would require alertness.

AN: So... a week late. I'm sorry. My muse, she is a bitch. I'm still working on it. I'll try harder guys, honest. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. It helps, it really does. Keep them coming and let me know what you think. Until next time... love you guys!
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

Fooling Fate sequel to Bound