Summary: In order to save her, Bill and his brothers need to mate her. Hermione joins Bill, Charlie and the twins in a pack bond, the only way she can avoid the death eaters clutches. Things are never that easy, especially Fenrir on the loose looking for revenge. Bill/Hermione/Charlie/Twins. No incest. Smut.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter Hedwig and Fred would never have died.

Beta: historygirl1863

CHAPTER TWO

Hermione awoke the next morning to prodding to her left side, followed by a murmur of voices in the room. She moaned, swatting at the thing with her hand as her eyes fluttered open.

"Morning sunshine," Charlie Weasley grinned, he sat up on the bed next to her. He had a bag of potions at his side. Bill was at the door, leaning against it as he watched her. Hermione's gaze shifted back to Charlie, who was pressing his hand against her hip. She pulled back, giving him a glare and moved away from his prodding hands.

"Easy," Charlie joked, putting up both hands in surrender. "I'm just here to make sure you aren't broken, then Mr. Grumpy by the door will kick me straight back out. We couldn't exactly take you to St. Mungo's for a check over, could we?" Charlie turned to his bag, picking up a potion and holding it out towards Hermione. "It's healing potion, it's only going to do so much good. I don't think it'll heal much on your arm, but it's worth a try."

Hermione followed his gaze to her arm, which was wrapped up in bandages, but there was a small blood stain on the outside where the wound had oozed through. It was then the memory of the night before came back and she took in Charlie's words. Bellatrix had carved the word 'mudblood' into her skin. According to Charlie, they wouldn't be able to remove the word. Overall, it wasn't the worst thing that had happened to her, but it was still awful to have on her arm. It was a slur, an abusive word she would carry with her forever.

Hermione glanced up at Charlie, who was sat on the bed grinning at her. His arms were covered in faint cuts and she imagined he had a lot more scars from the dragons under his clothing. She could remember Mrs. Weasley commenting on it at Bill's wedding, using his scars to try and convince him it was time to quit his job and move back closer to home. It had never seemed to bother Charlie, who carried his scars with pride over what he had managed to survive.

And then there was Bill. He had a scar running down his face from the werewolf Fenrir, the same wizard that had been lapping at Hermione's arm the previous night. Both boys were still handsome, despite the scars they carried on their bodies. No one judged them differently and they had managed to overcome them. Perhaps that was the reason why it was those two boys sat in the room with Hermione when she had awoken.

"You okay?" Charlie asked, pulling Hermione's gaze from Bill and back to him. "I know it's a lot to take in and it's going to be hard to face at first, but you'll be okay Hermione. Besides, no matter what you'll never be as ugly as Percy. Just think of his ugly mug to get you through your bad days."

Despite herself, Hermione laughed at Charlie's comment. He reminded her so much of the twins, funny and easy going. Perhaps that was where they got all their trouble making from. "Thank you, Charlie," Hermione finally spoke and her gaze flickered up to Bill. "Thanks to both of you. Is everyone okay? Harry? Ron?"

"Yeah," Bill said his voice rough. "They're talking to Ollivander and they told me to make sure you spend the day in bed resting. What happened?"

"I think it's pretty obvious what happened," Hermione said, lowering her gaze from his. She didn't want to talk about it, her head was hurting and she still felt the horrible shame of those Death Eaters using her to try and kill the Order, all her friends. She had come so close to losing them all. "I don't really want to talk about it."

"Did he bite you?" Bill asked, not seeming fazed by her refusal to talk.

"Who?"

"You know exactly who I'm talking about."

Charlie turned, shooting his brother a warning look. He turned back towards Hermione, giving her a look of sympathy "Ignore him, love, he's getting close to his time of the month. He gets kind of grumpy now he doesn't get his leg over close to the moon. He's forgotten what the word tact means." Charlie paused, "We just want to make sure we don't need to lock you in the basement in a few days' time, that's all. Luna never mentioned any bites when she cleaned you up, but after a ten-second conversation with her, I can't really trust her to spot a bite mark."

"I won't turn at the full moon," Hermione informed them. "Thank you for checking on me, but I'm fine, honestly. I just need to get some sleep and in a few days' time, I'll be ready to leave with the boys. We're going to finish what we started."

Charlie stood up from the bed and collected his bottles, putting them back in his bag. He left the red bottle and moved over to her bedside table to leave it on the top for her. He gave her a wink and then headed towards Bill, who stepped forward to let him out the door. Bill lingered for a few more moments, and Hermione saw him take in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled. His eyes narrowed over whatever he had smelt, but without a word he turned and exited.

Hermione laid back down, settling into the warm bed and closed her eyes. Whatever was going on with Bill didn't matter; she'd be out the house and back on the mission with the boys in a few days' time.

Hermione woke up sixteen hours later, to her amazement. It was the longest she'd ever slept, even during her summer holidays. Her body was healing though and she had needed the rest. The rumble of her hungry stomach woke her though and she climbed out of bed. Someone had found her red purse and left it at the end of her bed while she'd been asleep. Hermione was grateful because it was the only clothing she had and she didn't really fancy walking around in any of the boys' things. She quickly got changed, using the small ensuite bathroom and cleaned up a bit before she made an appearance downstairs. She felt a lot better than she looked, but her hunger overrode any thoughts Hermione gave about her appearance.

She made her way downstairs, taking in the beauty of the house. It was obvious Fleur had spent a lot of time doing over the house. It was totally feminine throughout. There were a lot of empty spaces in photo frames, where Hermione guessed Fleur's pictures had been. Whatever had happened between the once happy couple hadn't been an amicable ending.

"Morning!" Charlie called, the first to greet her as she stepped into the kitchen. Bill, Ron, Charlie, Harry, and Luna sat around the small kitchen table, tucking into what looked like lunch. There was an empty space between Bill and Ron, near the other end with food laid out for the missing space.

"You've been sleeping ages!" Ron said, and then he pattered the seat beside him offering it to her. "We had started to think Charlie had messed up the potion he'd given to you. Feeling any better?"

"There's nothing wrong with my potions!" Charlie called, "William smelt them before I even gave them to her, didn't you bro?"

Bill rolled his eyes, "Yes, she was just tired. Leave her alone and let her eat." The words came out more of an order than a request and the whole table fell silent as Hermione made her way across the room. She took a seat, pulling her chair in before she turned to the sandwich on her plate.

"Don't eat too much at once," Bill told her as if an explanation why she only had one sandwich while everyone else had more. "You've all been eating less than you normally would, if you eat too much, you'll get sick. The three of you need to take better care of yourselves."

"Well, it's hard getting food on the run, Bill." Ron defended. "Can't exactly owl a shopping list like mom does. Plus, Hermione's the only decent hunter amongst us. Who would have thought?"

Charlie snorted at that, almost choking on his food. "So, Potter can take out dark wizards but not a bunny rabbit?"

"It's a lot harder than it looks!"

"No," Bill interrupted, "It's really not."

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After a couple of days everything settled down, Hermione recovered, although her arm still continued to bleed through her constantly refreshed bandages. The boys were on the trail for a new Horcrux after interviewing the Goblin and Ollivander several times. Charlie had gone back home the previous night, leaving Hermione a few potions promising to see her soon. His exactly words were 'When snakey finally gets his balls handed to him, wouldn't dare miss that'.

It was the night of the full moon and the golden trio was preparing to leave for Gringotts bank. They needed to get into Bellatrix's vault. That had to be were one of the remaining Horcruxes were. Bellatrix was a loyal servant to the Dark Lord, so it made perfect sense. Hermione was packing her bag when the door to her room opened and quickly slammed shut. She jumped, turning to see an angry looking Bill at the door. His eyes were golden, the only physical change that happened to him on the full moon, except for his slightly lengthened teeth. His senses were stronger, he was physically stronger and had a heightened sex drive. Apart from that, he was just like his normal self, well, as normal as he had been since his attack.

Bill watched Hermione, his hands crossed over his front as he stared at her and seemed to wait for something. His eyes narrowed when she never spoke and once again, like he seemed to do every time they were in a room together, his nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent.

"You've been lying to me little girl. I really really don't like liars," Bill growled out, his golden eyes flashing with anger. He looked scary, so unlike the Bill she had met every year at the end of summer at the Burrow. He took a threatening step towards Hermione. In reaction, she stepped back and away from him. It was instinct. He was the predator and at that moment, Hermione very much felt like the prey.

"Bill, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about!" Hermione defended, her eyes wide as he came even closer.

"I can smell them on you," Bill spat out. "My blood has been on fire since you stepped into this house and I've waited for you to ask for help, to tell us what really happened. I thought the Hermione I knew, my brother's best friend would be on the right side, our side. You're their pet now, aren't you? Did they honestly manage to turn you in just a few hours? That's real skill."

With wide eyes, Hermione moved around the bed and away from him. She had no idea what was going on, but it had to be the full moon. Maybe he had more wolf in him during that night than anyone else realized. "Bill I swear, I've not done anything. We're on the same side."

Bill's lips pressed together as he tried to contain his anger. "I can smell them in your blood Hermione, every time that bandage leaks a drop of blood, it pollutes my air. I can smell them."

"Smell what?"

"Your pack," Bill spat the words out like it left a dirty taste in his mouth. Maybe it wasn't helping that it was such a sore subject for him, but having another alpha's bitch in the house sent his wolf manic. He'd been furious from the moment Ron stepped in the house with her. At first, he thought it had been forced and expected Hermione to explain what had really happened in the manor. That had been the only reason he'd taken care of her and asked Charlie to help. He wanted to kill her or take her for himself. He kept himself in control for Ron's sake, though.

"You mean..." Hermione started, freezing up slightly at the words he spoke. "You can smell them? In my blood? Oh god!" She turned away, her mind racing as she tried to figure out exactly what they had done to her.

"You mean they never explained when they sent you here?"

Hermione turned back to face him, a look of horror on her face. "You think I'm here because of them? That I'm what? Waiting for my chance to kill you all? Don't be so ridiculous, Bill!"

Bill didn't seem convinced and marched up to her, grabbing her arm as she tried to move back and away from him. He pulled her against him, his nose going to her neck as he inhaled. One of his hands went to her jaw, turning her head away from him in submission. He took in a few more breaths before he rumbled with a growl. "Relax," Bill ordered, tasting her fear. "I won't hurt you."

He pulled his face from her neck, using his hand to turn her face towards him. "You really have no clue what they did to you? Don't lie to me Hermione. It's a full moon and I've been getting more and more pissed each day with you."

Hermione nervously licked her lips and turned to step back from his hold but Bill refused, keeping her close to him. "They held me down and Bellatrix carved mudblood into my arm. The Lestrange brothers were there. They had sent everyone else away after locking Harry and Ron away. Then they started…" She paused and Bill's eyes narrowed, his eyebrow raised. He never said anything so she continued. "Bella did it first, she cut her hand and dropped some of her blood into my arm. She made the Lestrange brothers' do it too. After that, they brought in Fenrir and he got excited, started licking my arm. Bellatrix told him to get on with it, so he bit his lip and started licking my blood again. He never bit me, I know the books said that they can infect us but it never felt anything like that Bill. They weren't trying to turn me. I think it was a spell or something. I've been researching since we came home but I haven't been able to find anything."

Bill dropped his hold on her and moved back, his eyes wide with shock. He looked like he believed her, though. Running a hand over his face, he moved back towards Hermione and took a seat on the edge of her bed. He tugged her down with him. "This isn't pretty so prepare yourself, right? None of this will be in a book so don't go looking for it. Wolves come in packs, werewolves do too. Werewolves make a new pack mate by the alpha giving them a few drops of his blood. It sends the new pup into sort of submission for their alpha. It gives the alpha control over them. Some packs can have a pack bitch. The alpha is normally the one to choose her. He makes the pack give her a bit of their blood, he goes last and then he fucks her. After that, she's the packs."

Hermione sat in shock for a few moments taking it in. That was what Bellatrix meant by Fenrir having to go first. After that, they could have done anything to her. "That's awful, so I'm theirs now?" She placed a hand to her mouth, another reaching out to grab Bill's shirt and he growled in warning. "I swear I didn't want to Bill. Please don't send me to them. I don't know if you have werewolf loyalty or something, but please Bill."

"Shh, listen," He ordered. "For some bitches it awful, like what they were doing to you. That's how you control and own a bitch. After the blood sharing and the alpha fuck, she is controlled by the whole pack. They can make her do things she doesn't want to, even say things she doesn't want to. The alpha will always be able to have full control, but normally he shares the power with the pack. It might seem awful, but that's not the way it was intended. That's wizards abused their power of control over the women. It's rare to see now because not many women would risk them becoming a pack bitch. Most werewolves are loners or make humans their pack mates without ever taking a bitch. Werewolves can mate too, just commit to one woman, like Remus did. The Marauders were his pack, but when that ended he took a mate for himself."

Hermione understood. It didn't surprise her that some wolves were abusing their power of control over women. It especially didn't surprise her that Fenrir was one of those wolves. She knew Remus had been happy with his mate and would never have shared her like Fenrir planned to do with Hermione. "I can't see a happy solution to ever being a pack bitch. So, it was just intended for mating? Two wolves committing to each other?"

"No," Bill said, seeming to relax as he went on with his story. "Female werewolves are a lot rarer than males, so back in the day, they used to do one bitch for a pack. They would do the blood sharing, but after the Alpha slept with her, she would give them all a drop of her blood. It united them. Made them stronger, more protective. Muggles have threesomes, right? It's kind of like that, but this way they commit to each other forever. Twins have a similar bonding. They can share blood with one girl they choose then become united."

"And it's forever?" Hermione asked. "I don't understand why this isn't in textbooks."

"Werewolves aren't considered interesting topics. And yes, it's forever. It's commitment. The pack cares for her as a lover, look out for each other like brothers," Bill explained. "It's a way to hold them all together. It's only ever been done with wolves, though, what they were doing was risky, but it seemed to have started working. You smell like them. It's not as strong because they're humans apart from your alpha, but the bond has started."

"Can the bond be broken?" Hermione question, turning to him.

"Not really."

"Define not really."

"Hermione, you can't do it," Bill said, his tone once again becoming harsh. "It's not possible."

"Please Bill, I can't be used by them. I could lead them to you and your family if they ordered me too."

"You need an alpha, someone with a stronger pack than there. Bond with the full pack, both ways like I explained and it will break the connection," Bill explained. He held her gaze and seemed to guess where her thoughts were going. "I'm an alpha Hermione, but I've got no pack. Don't go there."

She seemed sad as she gave him a forced smile. "I couldn't ask that of you Bill, I understand."

"Grr, damn it to hell Hermione," Bill said, rubbing a hand over his face. He didn't even need to think about it. He was already screwed. He had always wanted a pack; it was why Fleur left him. Bill had felt unfulfilled. And after the whole Charlie incident… damn, he had to explain that to her too. "Get some sleep, I'll go make some floo calls. I'm not promising anything Hermione, give me some time to think."

Bill stood, refusing to glance her way as he stormed out he room. His wolf was growling at him to turn back around and take her. He was getting what he always wanted, a willing girl, and a pack. His little brothers crush. He was so screwed.