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A/N: So here it is, the first chapter of my sequel to 'Of Purebloods and Wolves'. If you have found this story but not the first one I suggest you go and read the first part before going ahead, or else you are more than likely going to be confused.

As you would have read I skipped ahead eleven years, and with good reason. So I hope my loyal readers will continue with the sequel and keep leaving lovely reviews, they make me want to write more.

I am going to switch the POV's up between Draco and Jacob again because it worked so well in the last one. This first chapter will be in Draco's POV.

Warnings: This is still a slash story – meaning man on man. Sure, our boys are older now, but they are still going to have man loving because I happen to like it.

So now, off we go with the sequel.

Chapter 1 – He got sorted into?

- Draco's POV -

The sun has disappeared behind the clouds and darkness has settled in front of me as I sit and stare out at the large expanse of grounds at the Manor. A huge, majestic white peacock is barely visible in the distance as the moonlight shines across the beautiful green grass in the grounds

"Draco, baby, sitting and waiting for an owl is not going to make it get here any faster" Jacob says, coming up behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders

"I just want to know that he is alright Jake. It is weird not having him around" I say, leaning in to his touch as he begins rubbing at my shoulders, relaxing me, settling the butterflies in my stomach as I stare ahead of me, desperately staring at the night sky in search of an owl

"It is weird without Scorpius here, but we will see him again soon and I am sure he will write as soon as he has a minute to jot down a message, now please come back inside" Jacob says, his voice reassuring and soothing

"Your right" I sigh, pulling myself up and turning to face my gorgeous husband – he is still as beautiful as he was when I first laid my eyes on him – he is still as big and muscular even though he hasn't phased in to a giant wolf in a long time

"I have an idea about how I can take your mind off of this" Jacob whispers, his sweet voice husky as he runs his warms hands up my shirt and uses his fingers to play with my nipples, instantly sending heat to my groin

"Yeah, I am thinking that is definitely an appropriate distraction" I breath, pushing myself in to him and crushing our lips together, my hands sliding down his back to rest on his perky ass.

He knocks my knees out from behind, catching me just before I hit the floor, my breath catching in my throat

"Jacob, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" I hiss, trying to hide my smile

"You can tell me as often as you want lover, but since when do I listen to you?" he replies, smiling his gorgeous, full teeth smile at me

"You are lucky I love you Jacob or I would hex you for being such a smart ass to me"

"Yes, so you keep saying, and babe, I love you as well" he laughs, carrying me in to the bedroom and placing me carefully on to the bed as he climbs on top of me, using his elbows to hold his weight.

Jacob presses his lips in to mine and runs his tongue along my bottom lip, begging for entrance which I eagerly allow. His tongue slides against mine, his hand finding its way in to my hair as he pulls lightly, forcing my head back to grant him better access to my mouth.

I push my hands between us, desperate to remove my husbands' shirt and feel his warm skin on mine.

A soft tapping at the window stops me from getting his shirt off and I quickly look to see Scorpius' majestic bronze eagle owl – Taurus – looking at us from the white handle of the sliding door

"I will grab it" Jacob sighs, pulling himself off me, his large erection prominent as he hastens to open the door

Taurus lands directly on Jacob's shoulder and holds his foot out. Jacob pulls the letter from the owl immediately and tosses it over to me before walking in to the bathroom suite and pulling a couple of small owl treats from the jar on the white marble bench.

I take my eyes off of Jacob and look down at the letter – Scorpius' handwriting is clearly visible along the front of the envelope.

I tear it open and toss the envelope aside, desperate to read what my son has to say –

Father and Dad

How are you both? I am ok. I am only making this a quick letter to let you know that I am done with the sorting ceremony and have been sorted in to my house.

I am writing this letter in the comfort of my common room on the seventh floor – east wing – yes Father that is right, I was sorted in to Gryffindor.

You said that you wouldn't hate me, but I am sorry I am not in Slytherin. I know it would have meant a lot to you. But I think I like it here in Gryffindor – the people have been nice and the common room is comfortable.

I know you well Father, I am positive you were waiting the entire time for my owl, yes?

Well don't worry about me. I am positive now that I will be fine.

I will write again soon, I promise.

Love you both very much,

Scorpius

"So, where was he sorted?" Jacob asks, coming back in to the room and sitting beside me on the bed, resting his head on my shoulder to have a look at the letter in my hand

"He was sorted in to Gryffindor" I respond, laying back on the bed and watching Jacob's face as he reads the letter from our son

"So what are the Gryffindor traits?" he asks, laying down beside me and resting on his elbows, looking down at me

"Bravery, loyalty and courage, basically they act rather than think and are more inclined to help others before themselves"

"The complete opposite to a Slytherin, huh?"

I chuckle loudly at this – I had never thought of it that way, but yes, Jacob is definitely right – Gryffindor and Slytherin students are complete opposites of one and other

"Are you mad that he wasn't sorted in to Slytherin?" Jacob asks, frowning down at me

"No, of course not, I was going to be happy for him no matter where he was sorted" I answer, smiling for clarity

"Are you going to respond and tell him so, I mean I am sure he believes you after what you told him at the station, but I am sure an extra bit of reassurance wouldn't go astray" he says, reaching in to the draw beside me and passing me a quill, ink and a roll of fresh parchment

"I am just going to get a shower while you write to him, make sure you tell him I say hello" Jacob says, removing his shorts, shirt and socks and walking over to the bathroom door

I pull myself up on the bed and rest against the pillows, holding the quill in my right hand and placing the ink bottle on the bed beside me while the parchment rests against my knees

"You are more than welcome to join me as soon as you finish writing to Scorpius" Jacob adds, causing me to look up.

He has nothing on now – his bare back and ass are facing me, his head turned to look over his shoulder – he is gorgeous – it amazes me that he can stay so perfect for so long. Not that I look bad, I actually consider myself quiet attractive still. My hair is still platinum blonde and my physique is still decent and lean. I have a few age lines on my face, mostly around my eyes, but they are not noticeable unless you know they are there

"I will definitely join you as soon as this letter is done" I breathe, closing my legs so that my erection, caused merely by the sight of Jacob, is covered.

I dip the quill in the dark ink and begin to write –

Scorpius

Congratulations on making Gryffindor, your dad and I are extremely proud of you and I just know you are going to do great things in that house.

Do you have many students in your year? Are the older students treating you right?

Now I am almost positive that you are going to have a run in with some Slytherin kids. But don't lose your temper with them just walk away – pay them no notice as though they are nothing more than a bug on the ground, and if that doesn't work go for the hex and do not turn your back on them if you are in an argument with one of them. Slytherin mentality is basically to look after yourself and if that means hexing someone from behind – they will do it.

Now you know a few trade secrets on making sure you don't end up in too much trouble like Potter and I did when we were at school. I wouldn't be telling you all of this if I cared about what house you got sorted in to son, so please do not let that thought enter your head again. I am happy that you were sorted in to Gryffindor – it is probably going to do you a world of good.

Please feel free to write whenever you want too.

We love you kid

P.S – your dad says to say hello.

I roll the parchment up and walk and place it on the bedside table knowing that a House Elf would get it to Hogwarts as soon as I left the room.

"Did you get the letter done?" Jacob asks, pulling the glass door aside and looking over at me

My breathe catches in my throat at the sight – Jacob is dripping with water, the steam around him looking almost as though it clings to his body as he stares over at me

"Yes, I got it done" I answer, undoing my shirt and sliding my pants down to the floor, my eyes never leaving Jacob's lean and muscular body.

I climb in to the shower with him, allowing the warm water to cascade down my back

Jacob presses himself against me from behind and uses his soapy hands to rub my chest sending heat to pool in my groin. His penis is getting harder as he pushes me against the glass frame of the shower, his tongue working delicately over my skin, causing my own penis to swell massively

I close my eyes and groan as Jacob slides his left hand down to my cock, gripping it firmly, his hand tugging and twisting in only a way that he knows how

I grind my back against him causing the head of his large cock to slide with the water in to my tight channel, eliciting a loud, breathy moan from his lips.

"Wow, you look so hot when you are wet" Jacob whispers, pumping my cock faster as I impale myself on his throbbing erection, enjoying the amazing burning sensation it gives me

Jacob pulls out slightly before slamming back in to my tight hole, sending a thrill to spread from my stomach around the rest of my body. I brace my hands on the glass in front of me, spreading my legs a little to ensure Jacob has easy access to do whatever he wants, to go at whatever speed he wants.

"Oh shit" I shout, almost slipping over when Jacob slams, hard and fast, multiple times in to my prostate. My entire body is shaking and the only thing holding me up is Jacob's hand around my middle as he slams in and out of me at what I assume is a slightly unnatural – and completely wolf related – speed.

Jacob' s hand speeds up around my cock, causing my balls to tighten as my seed spills out of me, washing down the drain with the warm water as it swirls quickly at our feet.

We both get dressed slowly before climbing on to the bed, my head resting on Jacob's chest, the same way it has for eleven years now when we go to sleep.

"Are you still awake Draco?" Jacob asks, his warm breath hitting the top of my head as he speaks

I make a non committal noise in the back of my throat, signalling to him that he should continue

"This might sound like a crazy question, but do you believe in vampires?" he asks, causing me to tilt my head back and look at him – where did this come from?

"Well I have never seen one, but I have read about them in Defence Against The Dark Arts. I guess they could be real, but I don't know, why?"

"They are real – and you might hate me for not telling you this for eleven years – but us wolves have one main enemy, one who we must protect our people from in the tribe, or in our families" he begins, looking up at the white ceiling as he speaks

"You mean your natural enemies are vampires?" I ask, pulling myself off his chest and looking down at him, desperate to control my temper – how could my husband have gone eleven years without telling me this?

"Yes, and look, I am sorry I didn't tell you this before, but I wanted to protect you, and Scorpius. It is never a good thing to find out about the existence of vampires"

"My safety is not the point here, I am sure I could protect myself from vampires" I huff, getting out of the bed and walking toward the bedroom door

"No, baby, please just listen to me" Jacob pleads, rushing over to stand in the doorway, blocking my exit

"Why should I listen to you when you have kept something like this from me for the past eleven years? I told you everything Jacob, everything – including those things that I have never told anybody – and you couldn't even tell me about the existence of vampires?" I hiss, trying, and failing to push past him

"Vampires are dangerous Draco, and I wanted to protect you and our son. They can mess with your head, some of them have unnatural abilities and powers such as mind reading or seeing in to the future. If you find out about the existence of these things the chances are you are not going to live for very long afterward"

I reach out and place my pale hand on his cheek as his body slowly starts shaking and his brown eyes fill with glistening, unshed tears

"What is it?" I ask, forgetting my anger and wanting to help Jacob through whatever these vampires have clearly done to him

"It is stupid really – but it is Bella – you remember my friend, the one who you didn't get along with?"

I nod in response, taking his hand in mine and walking back over to the bed

"Well her partner, husband now – Edward – is a vampire, and she ended up falling pregnant with his child. She gave birth to a little girl, and I don't know the details but something must have happened because Bella is..."

My heart speeds up – has Jacob lost one of his friends because of these vampires? Is this why he has been acting a little strange lately

"Bella is one of them – she is dead Draco – she is a fucking leech" he finishes, placing his head in his hands and sighing loudly

"Is that who your dad gave you a letter from, Bella?" I ask, remembering the white envelope that My father-in-law had given to Jacob discreetly the last time he had visited

"Yes, that is who the letter was from. Here, you read it" he says, getting up from the bed and pulling a scrunched up piece of paper from the pocket of the jeans he had removed in the bathroom doorway.

I put my eyes down to the letter, reading the contents within

Jacob,

I had to give this letter to your father and he said he would send it to you. I wish you would get back in contact with me; it has been many years since I heard from you and I do wish to see how much you have changed.

I assumed that since you are happy now that you would not have been pissed at my life path choice. Not that it was much of a choice – I had to be turned Jacob, or I was going to die.

It has been eleven years since I seen you – and that is way too long – you are my best friend Jacob and I know you would have changed. I seen Embry only a few months ago when he came by to pick your dad up so he could see you and Draco – and Embry has aged and I am assuming you have as well – does this mean you both stopped phasing in choice of your imprints because they are slowly getting older?

Perhaps someone has already told you – but I had a child, her name is Renesmee, and she is beautiful, although, not much of a child any more – she aged rather quickly considering she is part human and part vampire.

I just thought I would let you know that we are moving back to Forks again – we moved away as soon as I gave birth because your pack brothers wanted to kill my daughter. It would have been nice to have had you there to be on my side – but I guess you were too busy.

My father knows everything now Jake, including the vampire and wolf thing. I had to tell him, and he has been talking to your dad a lot more, so I do know enough about what is going on with you. I also know that your father needs for you to come back but does not have the guts to ask you considering how happy you are aging and living with Draco.

Sam has left – he was getting older and Emily wanted to move to Australia with the children. So really with Paul and Jared aging the pack only has Quil, Leah and Seth. You need to come back and be the Alpha you are meant to be Jacob – how would you feel if something happened while you are off living in England?

I can understand why you do not want to come back – you want to age and live happily with Draco, and I respect that – but please come back and help get things back in order at home for a while – and please see me. I know you don't like that I am a vampire now; I know you were trying to convince me otherwise when I told you I wanted to change. But please Jacob, can we put all of the natural born enemies stuff behind us and be friends?

If you do wish to see me I will be back at the old Cullen house with Edward, Renesmee, Carlisle, Esme, Alice and Jasper. Emmett and Rosalie are not returning.

Regards,

Bella Cullen.

I pull my eyes back up and meet Jacob's gaze, a million and one questions about vampires running through my head.

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you" he sighs, tossing the letter on the bedside table and flopping back down on the bed, his hands over his eyes

"Never mind about that now – tell me more about this letter and the meaning behind its contents. Do you need to go and fix this problem with your pack?" I ask

"I will go and see my dad soon and find out how I can help, but I don't want to see Bella – I am sure if it was that important Embry would tell me. He frequently visits the pack and would know if they required me" he answers, finally moving his hand from his eyes and looking up at me

"Are they all bad? I mean Professor Lupin was ok for a werewolf and I always thought they were all bad" I say, laying my head down on his chest and running my fingers along his abs

"The Cullen's are alright I suppose. I mean, they don't drink human blood or anything like that and we have a treaty with them about crossing the line. If they don't cross in to La Push than we don't kill them, but all other vampires are fair game" he responds, shrugging nonchalantly

"If the Cullen's are alright than why are you mad about Bella. She is a Cullen" I say, remembering the name that was signed at the bottom of the letter

"She is married to Edward Cullen, yes – but she is still Bella. The clumsy girl I had a massive crush on before I met you. I don't want that to change, but it has. She is a vampire now, she is going to be completely different"

"Just give it a go Jacob – go and see her – you might be surprised. She could still be the same person you had a crush on before you met me" I say, struggling slightly with jealousy, even though I know that Jacob has imprinted on me and will love me forever

"Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice lover?" he teases, sitting up to pull me against him and nuzzling his face in to the top of my hair

"Jacob, just shut up" I laugh, tilting in his arms to press my lips in to his.

We lay down beside each other, Jacob's eyes cast up to the ceiling – they are moving nervously around the room and I can tell there is something else on his mind

"Ok, spill it Jacob; what else is on your mind?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You have something else on your mind. I have been married to you for eleven years. That is more than enough time to notice little things you do. Now, if you aren't going to tell me I will go in to the Potion Lab and get the truth potion and pour it down your throat"

"How will little Draco get the truth potion down my throat when I can overpower him?"

"Little Draco as you put it happens to have his wand beneath him right now and could quiet easily have that potion down your throat in less time than it would take for you to move"

"You're probably right. Fine; when we were at Kings Cross today, on Platform 9 ¾ more specifically, I smelt a vampire. I am sure there was one around somewhere – they have a distinct smell – kind of like bleach and other nasty cleaning products – it just freaked me out a little bit. I mean I am sure it was nothing, I could have been imagining things since the last thing I read before we left was Bella's letter"

"So do you think you were imagining things? Or do you think a vampire was going to Hogwarts?" I ask, frantically worrying about my son who had definitely not learnt a single defensive spell against vampires

"I am pretty sure I was imagining things, but I don't know. Is there any way I can get in to the Hogwarts grounds and sniff the area out, just to see if a vampire is attending the school?"

"Well in that damn Potter biography I read when I gave birth to Scorpius I read something about a magical map that had all of the secret passages in and out of Hogwarts – it could have been a simple lie or rumour, but if you want to get in contact with Potter we can ask and if it is the truth you can use one of those entries"

"Alright, that sounds like a plan to me, but what if I have to do it in wolf form? I don't want to be seen after all"

"You won't need to because I know for a fact that Potter has an invisibility cloak, and I bet he would let you borrow it, and the map if you ask"

"Sounds like a plan to me. We will go and see Harry and Embry tomorrow. I am just praying now that this map thing is real and not something made up to make the bio more interesting or something. I think I will feel better if I check that Scorpius is safe" he says

"Ok – hopefully it is safe in Hogwarts" I sigh, snuggling in to my husband and trying to fall asleep.

My eyes flutter closed and I can feel my body shutting down but an insistent tapping at the window brings me back to reality.

Noting that Jacob is sound asleep I pull myself up from bed and allow the brown owl entrance in to our room. It swoops down and drops the letter it had in his beak down on to Jacob's chest before swopping from the room.

I take the letter off my husband and place it on the bedside table for when he awakes in the morning before I crawl back in to bed and pull the covers up and over myself, snuggling deep in to Jacob allowing his warmth to spread over me.

Sorry if you find this chapter boring and all, but keep in mind that the first couple of chapters, even in a sequel, are the set up for the main story.

For those who want Scorpius in the story – never fear – he will be here soon. I am just setting things up as I mentioned just before.

The letter will be a huge set up plot kind of thing, so please bear with me while I get this story started and allow it to pick up the pace properly.

Please read and review! Thanks!