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 THREE
Hermione sighed, turning her gaze once again back to her two best friends. She had tried to explain to them the reason she couldn't come on the mission, but they weren't listening to her. They didn't seem to believe they could do it without her. "I can't go with you, if I get near Fenrir, he could end up making me kill you both. He's marked me and Bill's trying to work out a way to break the bond. I can't go with you Ron; I'm sorry, but I can't. Bill said the bond will start to put a strain on me, and I might end up trying to seek Fenrir out. Can you imagine that? I know you both can do this, we've planned everything out, and you can always come back here if you get stuck or need help with the next Horcrux."
Ron didn't look pleased; he'd been in a huff ever since Hermione had explained a little about what was going on. She knew she couldn't go with the boys, but she had still packed up her things and been ready to go off with them, even after her talk with Bill. Only a few hours before they were set to leave, Bill had come back and was shocked to see her still packing. He explained the dangers and told her not to dare leave. He would just bring her back if she tried. Bill was the only alpha she knew; he was her only hope of breaking the mating bond with Fenrir and his pack. She had to try at least to go along with his plans. Whatever those plans were.
It took a bit more arguing, but eventually the boys gave in and understood the reasons why Hermione couldn't go. It was so hard for her to watch them walk away. They had started it together, and she wanted to end things that way.
"Stop moping and help me work things out, you've got more to worry about than them two. Potter always comes out right in the end," Bill called from the kitchen table, sitting down with a notepad and pen.
Hermione walked over to him taking a seat at his side. "What's your plan?"
"We need stronger pack mates than what Fenrir had. We need something more than just three humans to balance me out. I'm not a full werewolf, it shouldn't affect things too much because I'm still going to be an alpha, but we shouldn't risk it," Bill explained. "I've already got an idea for one, but it's going to take some convincing, and you might not like it."
"Who?"
"Charlie," Bill stated. "He was dying, got hit in the guts by a dragon's tail last year. It was a full moon, so I bit him. He couldn't turn because I'm not enough of a werewolf to pass the gene on, but he healed, and he's got a flavour for raw meat. He's not a werewolf, but probably has just enough of the blood line to join the pack."
"He's your brother," Hermione said, wrinkling her noses. "Wouldn't that be strange for you?"
Bill snorted, looking at his list before putting a few lines across some names. He knew a few werewolves, but not any of them he'd trust to be part of his pack. "After we fuck Hermione, you make the pack feel likes brothers anyway. Besides, Charlie and I have shared a girl or two back in our teens."
Hermione turned to Bill in shock. He couldn't be telling the truth. No way. Had he shared a girl with his brother? Hermione had little experience with boys, apart from a few kisses over the years. She was naïve because her life had been too busy with helping Harry and studying. She had never had much time for boys. Bill was always so crude with her, open about what they would eventually end up doing. The pit of her stomach twisted in excitement at the thought, but she also felt the nervousness of what was to come. They didn't have any feelings towards each other, except the desire to build a pack. Perhaps over time, they would form one, especially if Bill was going to be her alpha.
She saw a smirk on Bill's face as he turned to look at her, amused by her red cheeks. "Hermione, you're going to be fucking four guys, regularly. Pretending to be this sweet virgin will get old real quick. Now, I'm not going to have to get dirty with any of these people so look at my list and pick out anyone you know and have the hots for, that's a good place to start."
Hermione blushed harder at his words. "It's not an act, and I don't feel comfortable letting my hormones be the judge for our pack. Besides, I don't have to have sex with any of them. I just need to do that with you, and then share blood."
"You think you're going to get any guy to commit to you for life without a promise of sex? These people won't be willing to give up never having sex just to save you, Hermione," Bill said, turning back to his list and crossed another name out. "He's too full of himself, he'll challenge me for alpha status, and I'll have too… wait." Bill turned back around to face her, looking alarmed and horrified. "You're telling me you're a virgin. A real virgin."
"Of course, I'm a real one," Hermione argued, "That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard."
Bill still looked shocked, his mouth opening and closing once again as he struggled to form words. He relaxed, trying to pull himself together. "You're agreeing to an orgy, but you've never had a dick before Hermione? Please tell me you're lying. I can't deal with this if you're telling the truth."
"Don't be so crude!" Hermione shouted. She stood up and marched out the door and up the stairs. Once in her room, she slammed the door and went to her bed, sobbing into her pillow. She hated this. It wasn't the life she would have chosen or wanted. She liked Ron; he had been so sweet to her and they were getting on well. When the truth came out, he would be devastated, especially as it was his big brother.
It was so much for Hermione to get her head around. One moment she was fighting alongside her best friends, and the next she was struggling to find a way out of her mess. She'd already considered other ways out of the bond, but Bill had refused to provide any answers. The only thing he had said the night before was 'don't kill Fenrir, it'll make things worse'.
So she was stuck, forced to be with men she barely knew. Ron would never understand, and it was heart-breaking to think of the way she was going to betray him. Harry and Ron had too much going on at the moment, and she couldn't risk affecting their emotions too much, especially with the Gringott's break-in they were planning. They had only left an hour before, but Hermione was still eagerly listening out for any news about them. Her only option were to go along with Bill's plan, hopefully before it came to the battle so she could take part in that. She had come so far; she wasn't stepping back and letting others fight in her place. Once Hermione Jean Granger started something, she finished it.
Hermione spent the rest of her day in the room, sulking and reading up on werewolves. Bill had been right about the books lacking information on the breeds. She hadn't found anything of use, even in the old dark arts text books she had borrowed from Hogwarts at the end of the previous year. She needed to trust Bill, hope he would find a way around her problem. He didn't seem too upset or annoyed by the prospect of creating a pack with her. In fact, he appeared to be a lot keener than Hermione was.
After a few hours of reading, she made her way back downstairs. The house was quiet as she pushed her way into the sitting room. Charlie and Bill were sat on the couch, looking through pictures and neither seemed to notice her presence. They had a stack of papers between them, and both had polaroid pictures on their laps as they flicked through.
"What about him?" Charlie asked picking up a picture out of the pile on his lap. "If I were into guys, he'd be my top choice."
Bill looked amused as he glanced at his brother. "And you wonder why mom fusses so much to get you a nice witch?"
"She's just concerned, especially since Wood and I went for a weekend away. It was too funny to see her flustered at the news that I didn't bother telling her it was for a team try-out," Charlie replied. "Now, back to the subject at hand William. Is he in the maybe pile or no pile?"
"No," Bill said grabbing the photo and flinging it behind the couch. "Heard a rumor he's into that dominatrix stuff, I can't see our wallflower going along with that."
Charlie took that moment to look up and wink at Hermione. Apparently he had noticed her entry into the room. "Are you into kinky stuff Hermione? Because if not, this fivesome stuff will get real tricky if you only want missionary." Bill looked up at her name and quickly smacked his hand across the back of Charlie's head.
"I've warned you about that," Bill growled. He glanced back at Hermione and moved the papers from the middle seat and gestured for her to sit down between the two brothers. "Come and sit with us Wallflower. We have some things to talk about. Ignore my brother, he was supposed to leave three hours ago. He doesn't understand the term 'overstaying your welcome'."
"I think between the two of us, I've got a better eye for picking out guys then you do," Charlie replied. He moved to make more room for Hermione as she sat down. "Don't worry pet, we were just looking for some decent fellows. So far, we only have us two and Remus picked out, and he's not an option anymore. Apparently the world is lacking decent werewolves." Charlie offered her the pictures and placed his pile on her lap. "Have a flick through them. We borrowed these werewolf records from the Ministry. Stealing Percy's ID badge two years ago came in useful after all."
"I thought you gave him that back?" Bill questioned, eyeing his brother.
"After I made a copy."
Hermione turned to the photos and flicked through. A majority were prison photos, past death eaters that had been recorded after their capture during the first war. The others were sleeping patients in a hospital bed. Bill was among them, and she paused to look at his. He was in bed, one that looked like Hogwarts infirmary and he was fast asleep. The words 'part wolf' was stamped on the bottom of the picture. His face wound looked new. None of the images looked like good candidates. The death eaters were obviously out. Most of them were too old or had an eerie look about them. The same feeling she had when she was near Fenrir.
"You told him then?" Hermione asked, glancing up at Bill. She wasn't shocked or upset. She had expected him to talk to Charlie, but it would have been nice if Hermione had been able to have more time to consider it first. "Is it official then, the two of you I mean."
"No," Bill said with a frown. "It's not like we have many options and I know Charlie wouldn't hurt you. I trust him, I needed, at least, one person in the pack I know I could trust around you. It's not going to be easy for any of us, but you need to understand the predicament we are all in. We need to do this, quickly. Charlie is a good option."
"Plus, I've got a big dick," Charlie chimed in. Hermione gasped, turning to look at him and scowled at the man. "Relax Hermione, I was just trying to test Bill's virgin theory, guess he was right after all. Merlin, this is going to be a disaster."
"We'll make it work," Bill bit out. "Stop teasing her, I'm trying to convince her to accept you. At least, attempt to help me, Charlie."
"It's not like I was lying to her, it is pretty impressive."
"Charlie!" Bill and Hermione both growled.
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Bill, Charlie and Hermione spent a few hours looking over photos that afternoon. They didn't have much success because the only people Hermione choose, weren't an option any longer. Charlie pulled out a death list and informed her all her choices were either dead or mated. It wasn't possible to create a new pack bond with mated couples. Plus, their only hope to get Hermione into a new pack bond and away from Fenrir's was for her to be the only female. That eventually lead to Charlie pulling out a muggle book called 'the karma sutra' and he informed Hermione it was her homework. Like any book lover, she was excited to read a new book, but quickly lost her hope when she saw the pictures inside. Charlie had given her a sex book. Two minutes later Hermione did something she had nightmares about.
She threw the book onto the fire.
Charlie eventually took his leave, promising to investigate any known international werewolves. That was their only hope after dismissing all the British ones.
"We'll think of something else," Bill promised over dinner. They sat side by side on the couch, close together as the rest of the house was upstairs in their rooms. Luna, Ollivander and the Goblin weren't really up to much company that evening it turned out. They were all tired and prepared to move on and find somewhere else to hide out until the end of the war. Except of course for Luna, who was planning to return to Hogwarts, not being swayed by anyone else's protests.
"I know Bill," Hermione replied, pushing around the food on her plate. She had a lack of appetite, especially with everything that was going on. "Thank you for doing this, I don't know why you agreed so easily, I was preparing myself for a speech and a little bit of pleading."
Bill chuckled, "Damn, I should have held off a bit longer then. I've always wanted a pack and after the Charlie incident, I've always felt this pull to make one. He felt like pack, but Fleur was furious when I explained about the packs. She wasn't prepared to listen. She was my wife, and I respected her choices, but, in the end, it didn't work out. Neither of us felt like being together was right. I wanted more; she wanted less."
"I'm sorry Bill, I know you loved her."
"I'll get over it," Bill said with a shrug. "So, you going to explain how you've got your virginity, despite travelling in a tent with two hormonal boys for a few months?"
Hermione chewed on a bit of lettuce, trying to avoid the topic for a few seconds longer. It wasn't going to be the most comfortable conversations. "Harry's like a brother and Ron's… complicated. We were getting somewhere, finally and now this… He couldn't be part of it. He wouldn't understand I don't think Ron has ever been very good at sharing. I think maybe if it hadn't been for the Malfoy Manor incident, I probably would have ended up with him. We would have had a nice… quiet life."
"Quiet seems very boring for a girl like you," Bill replied, his eyes on Hermione, studying her. "It's frowned upon in the muggle world, but pack bonding isn't something bad in the wizarding world. We have a lot of threesomes amongst twins here, even a few packs. It's not uncommon, and you know no one's going to judge you, right?"
Hermione bit her lip, unsure. She could understand that the wizarding world wouldn't look as surprised by her pack, but she wasn't so certain about the 'not judging' part. "It's just hard Bill; I grew up in a family with one mother and one father. I was told it's the norm; they showed me how important commitment was. It's hard to get around the fact I won't ever have that now. Either way, I have to be part of a pack. I'm grateful for what you're doing, but I wish I didn't have to commit myself to so many. I wanted a family, a career. Ron might not have been the most exciting, but we would have had a life together, a normal life."
Bill was quiet for a few moments as he continued to study her. "You know the pack will be a commitment, right? I know it's more men than you ever would have dreamed about, but we won't allow straying outside of your pack. You'll be with all of us and we'll be with just you. We will be a family, just a big one. If you want kids, it's an option for the future. I want you happy, Hermione. I can't commit to anyone that's not going to be happy. I won't live with another woman that doesn't want to be here."
"I want to be here; I just need to get my head around it. Maybe it will help when we have everyone together? When I see myself with them," Hermione agreed. "I know you could make me happy Bill. I don't know you well, but the fact you're willing to commit to me to save me says so much about you. You're a great person."
Bill put his hand around her shoulders, pulling her against him. "We'll get there, pet, just give Charlie and I some time. After we mate, you can take things slow with the rest of the pack. I won't let them rush you, I swear."
"Thank you, Bill."
