Chapter two

"What's it like?" A deep voice Bill recognised as Charlie asked from behind him. He turned around to find said brother moving over to him at the table and sitting down opposite him. Bill knew he was referring the transformation on the full moon. The change he undertook when becoming a werewolf under the full moon. Bill was still slightly bitter about his condition but also slowly coming to like the changes it afforded him.

"It hurts like a bitch, if you must know. But I'm stronger now, my senses are heightened and I feel more…I don't know… just more." Charlie didn't look pitying which Bill was grateful for. Ever since he came back to live at the burrow, not being able to face Shell Cottage on his own, every time his mother looked at him he saw pity in her eyes and he was sick of it. Charlie only looked curious, but then again he had always been fascinated with magical creatures and now that his brother was one it was only right that he would have smiled at his eagerness.

"What kinds of things can you smell? I mean, I can smell normal stuff but you…" He trailed off.

"I can kind of smell emotions. But you have to know the effects certain emotions have on the body in order to actually identify them. Everyone has a different scent, like you for instance, smell like leather, smoke and the faintest hint of ginger. All we Weasley's have the small ginger smell which I find quite ironic." He kept on asking question after question until he final came down to a serious topic.

"So werewolves have mates for life right?" Bill nodded, not liking were this was going.

"And you and Fleur just got a divorce."

"Yes."

"So she wasn't your mate?"

"You guessed it."

"That sucks."

"It does indeed. And for a while before the war we thought we were going to have a baby, but Fleur had a miscarriage. She was so distraught and she couldn't even look at me for a week afterwards. She was so sure she was going to have a baby girl and she was so excited. It just makes the whole situation worse. We said goodbye to our marriage and we also said good bye to little Victorie." There was a whimper that came from the door way and both men turned around to see Ginny standing there wide eyed and tearful.

"Bill, I didn't know it was that bad." She whispered and then ran to him, throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He reciprocated, enjoying the comfort and consoling that his little sister offered then he smelt it. The scent was divine, like honey and vanilla and heaven all rolled into one. Bill sniffed deeply in order to define the new scent, although he had a strange sense that he had encountered it before, but if he had surely he would have remembered it? Ginny giggled as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck getting closer to the smell.

"Bill that tickles." She said through her laughter and pulled away from him. He stared at her hard. Her smell was different to the one he was after. He tilted his head to the side in contemplation. Whose could it be? He asked himself.

It's your mates scent you idiot! His wolf barked inside his head making him even more confused. 'Ginny can't be my mate, that's just sick.' Bill thought to himself. Raff sighed in disappointment at his idiocy.

Ron walked into the room at that moment and the scent got stronger, lifting Bill up from his seat and the table and carried himself over to Ron. He stopped right in front of his youngest brother and inhaled again, the scent filling him completely. Ron was frozen to the spot at the sight of his brother's wolf being so on display, his eyes turning from their Weasley blue to amber.

"Bill?" He asked hesitantly, not wanting to do anything that may provoke the wolf.

"You smell fucking delicious." Bill said in a deep raspy voice that made Ron shudder in fright.

"Thank you?"

"Who were you two just with? I can smell them on you." Bill said reigning in Raff and turning to look at Ginny for an answer.

"We just came back from lunch with Harry and Hermione at Grimmauld place, why?" She said and he shook his head. 'This is just a flook. Neither of the two could be my mate.' He told himself. It was just impossible. Hardly anyone found their mates, it was rare among wolves so why should he be the lucky one? What made him so special and deserving of such an honour? Remus didn't find his mate, even though he had Tonks and god knows that he defiantly deserves it after all he's been through. The chances of him actually finding his mate were a million to one. Practically impossible.

'I shouldn't get my hopes up.' he told himself as he resigned himself to a life alone.