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: Thanks to the amazing historygirl1863 for her incredible work.

Warning: Mature content and sexual scenes.

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CHAPTER SEVEN


Hermione and Bill apparated to Shell Cottage, both of them drained from the events of the day. It was important for Fred's sake that they finished the mating bond and that meant Hermione had to have sex with the alpha, then share her blood with all of them. It was old magic, something that was supposed to increase the magic between them all. They were all hoping that the old magic would be enough to bring Fred back from the brink of death. They all knew he was dying; even Madam Pomfrey had said there wasn't anything she could do for him. Everyone was worried, so the Weasley family had all gone to the hospital to say goodbye. Everyone held out hope, but sometimes hope wasn't enough.

"Hermione," Bill said, his hand reaching up to brush a stray curl behind her ear. "It'll be alright; you know that right?"

Hermione didn't know that, but she leaned into Bill's touch without a reply. She couldn't lie to him; things were never going to be alright again.

Bill cupped her cheek with his hand, tilting her head to look up at him. Their eyes met for a few moments before Bill bent down and met their lips in a kiss. It started off innocent at first, just a brush of their lips until passion started to take over. Their kiss deepened, their tongues meeting as they felt the passion and connection between them. Hermione hadn't done anything more than a kiss, but she knew Bill would take care of her. Every touch was gentle, experienced. His hand slipped to the back of her head, encouraging the kiss as he deepened it. His tongue tasted her lips, her mouth. Hermione felt her body hum at the feel of him. Her body was on fire with his touch; it was like her body knew what was happening and it wanted him.

"You okay?" Bill asked, pulling back to watch her face. "Do you want a drink first? Wine? Fire whisky?"

Hermione shook her head and kissed him again. "I want a clear head. I want to go back and see the twins after… this."

"After this?" Bill repeated, a teasing smile. "So much dirty talk Hermione. Come on."

Bill led them to his bedroom. It was big and clashed with the rest of the house. The room was dark with blackout blinds, barely letting any light inside. It didn't look like a bedroom he would have shared with Fleur.

"We used to have the spare room as our room," Bill explained as if reading her thoughts. "My eyesight's better than yours; ordinary blinds make the light too bright, and I struggle to sleep. Now relax Hermione and kiss me."

Hermione and Bill kissed again, but this time, Bill's hands slipped down to cup both cheeks of her bottom. He gave it a squeeze, before backing her up in the direction of the bed.

Bill pushed her back one more step and Hermione let out a squeak as she fell and landed on the soft, comfortable bed. Bill laughed and then crawled on, moving up her body.

"Can we go slow?" Hermione asked, her nerves starting to show. She wasn't a prude; she knew sex was normal and healthy. However, she had never had the chance or person to explore it with. She never felt the passion people described their lover. Right now she felt her body hum with need for Bill. She felt ready for him, willing to give up her virginity to unite their pack together.

"Of course, Love." Bill replied. He moved his arms either side of her, pushing up and off her body. There were only a few inches between them, but it was enough space for Bill to look down and see her clothed body. "Close your eyes and relax Hermione."

Hermione did exactly as she was told, her eyes closing as she felt the weight of Bill on the bed shift. He moved down her body, slowly. His lips seemed to be going to every inch of her exposed skin. First, he kissed her neck, her collarbone and then the skin exposed on her chest. Hermione's breath hitched as he kissed a small portion of her exposed cleavage. Then, he moved down, lifting her shirt up slightly to press a few kisses on her stomach.

"We still good?" Bill asked, his hands going to Hermione's shirt. "You tell me to slow down anytime and we will. If you want to stop, we stop."

"I'm okay," Hermione promised. Her eyes remained shut as she just relaxed and felt Bill against her skin. He pushed up the material of her shirt, moving it high enough to expose her modest white bra. She didn't have big breasts, but they were just enough for her.

Hermione felt her body responded as Bill moved his mouth to Hermione's nipple through the material of her bra. His lips were gentle at first, but they he started sucking on the hardening peak. His hand went to her other breast, squeezing it, rolling the nipple to extract a slight sensation of pain with pleasure. He knew how to work her body even better than Hermione did. After a few moments, Bill reached under Hermione to undo her bra, and he worked the top half of her clothing off her. Hermione's eyes snapped open when she was finally exposed to him. She felt the nerves creep up on her, but Bill seemed to be able to feel it too. He grabbed her hands, bring them to his shirt and encouraging them to lift his shirt over and off him.

Hermione took in a shirtless Bill. He had a good body, a nice refined body. He didn't have any scars, not like his face, but either way that wouldn't have mattered to Hermione.

"You're hot," Hermione blurted out. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks reddened. She felt like a lovesick teenager. That probably wasn't too far off the mark.

"You're hot too," Bill replied, humour in his tone. He moved his mouth back to breasts, this time, it was skin on skin and the sensation was unbelievable. Hermione moaned at his touch, the hot breath against her nipples. They were hard, needing to be touched. After a few more moments of Bill's pleasurable touch, he moved down her body.

Bill slowly worked out her trousers, touching her over the material of her knickers before he took them off too. Hermione felt nervous, but she was also aroused and excited by the whole thing. He was taking care of her, going slow and allowing her time to adjust to each new pleasure before he moved on. Now with her knickers off, Bill had moved his lips to her center, tasting her pussy as his tongue swirled and then dipped inside of her. It had been an unbelievable new pleasure. Hermione felt herself get wet at the pleasure he gave her, and Bill was pushing her further and further towards an edge Hermione never knew existed.

"Let it happen, Hermione," Bill instructed before his mouth went back to exploring her pussy. His tongue dipped inside her once more, before he moved to her clit and sucked, hard. It was all Hermione need, calling out his name in a long and pleasure filled moan.

It took Hermione a few minutes to come back to her senses, and she opened her eyes to see Bill crouched over her, a shit-eating grin on his face. He had been really good, and he knew it. Hermione never felt nervous anymore, she felt needy and wanted him. Bill had brought so much pleasure to her, and she wanted to do the same thing for him.

Bill whispered a spell and the rest of his clothing vanished. Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of his cock. She hadn't seen one, except for books of course. She had no idea about the size, but to her, it looked big, a lot bigger than she had expected.

"Relax," Bill instructed, moving his body over hers. He rested his weight on his left forearm, his other going down to line his cock up with her pussy. With his eyes on hers, Billy slowly teased the head against her entrance. "It'll hurt for a few moments," Bill warned her. "Your body will clench up, but once you relax it'll be okay, and it won't hurt as much. It might hurt for a while, but I'll go slow until you're feeling all right. Are you with me, Hermione?"

Hermione couldn't find the words to talks, so she nodded. At her agreement, Bill slowly pushed forward, so the head was inside her. Hermione felt the pain at her body being stretched, but he wasn't very far in. Just then, to her surprise Bill thrust into her body, most of his dick going inside her. Hermione felt the sting of her virginity being taken, but she was grateful Bill had done it quickly. Drawing out the moment would have just made her fear grow.

The pain of him being inside her throbbed and Hermione tried to relax her body, but it was hard. Bill peppered her face with kisses and held still, allowing her time to relax and adjust. After a few moments, Hermione had felt herself relax enough for him to continue. Bill moved in a slow rhythm, going slow on her hurting body. It felt go too and slowly the pain was replaced with pleasure.

"I'm okay," Hermione said to him, their eyes meeting. Bill started to move faster at her words, deeper. He wasn't going too fast, but just enough to allow an inexperienced woman the pleasure and signs of how good sex could be in the future. Eventually, Bill tensed up and came inside her body. The pleasure and pain was all still too new for Hermione to come with him inside. Bill, however, didn't want to be defeated and pulled out of her, his hand venturing down to make Hermione come once more.

Afterwards, they lay together, kissing and smiling as they enjoyed the new and exciting feeling of being lovers.

"Are you okay?" Bill asked Hermione as they made their way down a corridor at St. Mungo's. They had made love an hour ago. Bill had wanted Hermione to wait, to give her body a chance to rest, but she had other ideas. She refused to nap until she knew Fred was on his way to getting better. So, she got out of bed, had a quick showered and then they both dressed and left for the hospital.

"I'm okay, sore, but I'm managing," Hermione told him. She tightened her hold on his hand, fighting the nervousness growing within her. She knew the Weasley family would know what Bill and Hermione had been up to. They all knew about the pack bond and it was embarrassing.

"Don't worry," Bill said, trying to reassure her. He led them to the room Fred was in and pushed the door open.

Everyone was there, including Harry. George sat on his twin's bed, tears in his eyes. Fred looked a lot worse; his body was shutting down, and he was dying. They all knew it. Everyone's eyes fell to Hermione and Bill, with all of them sensing what was about to happen. Without a word, they all got up and made their way past Bill and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny both touched the pair as they passed, a comforting gesture. Ron, however, barely looked at them as he exited the room. The only people remaining was Charlie, George, and a dying Fred.

"Done?" Charlie asked, his eyes on the pair. With Bill's nod, the dragon tamer pulled out his wand and cut across his palm. They didn't have time to wait; Fred was getting worse by the second.

Like last time, they all cut across their palms. Bill used his wand to cut Hermione's, and she walked to each person, sharing her blood with theirs. Bill was first, then she moved to Charlie, George and then turned to Fred.

George gave her a weak nod of encouragement, cutting his twin's palm and then holding the hand out towards Hermione. She met her hand with his, her gaze on Fred's face.

After it was done, they all took a seat and waited. Nothing happened at first. Ten minutes passed and finally, Fred's breathing started to improve. He was still very ill, but he had improved slightly, and it was giving them all encouragement that he could make it through.

"It's working!" George called, a small smile appearing on his face. He moved towards the bed, his hand going to his twins. "Can you hear me Forge? You're okay. Snake face is dead, and you're going to get better. We're both too stubborn to give up. Aren't we Freddie?"

The look on George's face broke all their hearts. He looked determined with the slight flicker of hope from his twin. No one had the heart to tell him it wasn't working enough. They had all expected for Fred to stabilize, but he had barely improved. He was just well enough that he wasn't on the path to death, yet.

"You two okay?" Charlie asked, moving closer. He placed an arm around Hermione, pulling her into his side in a comforting gesture.

"We're okay," Hermione replied, her eyes still on Fred. "It could take time, right?" Her eyes went to Bill, who didn't look so hopeful. He shook his head, not wanting to voice the words in front of an excited and encouraged George.

"We have plenty of time to wait and hope," Charlie offered. He pressed a kiss to Hermione's head and then left them to go and tell the rest of his family what had happened. Within a few moments, the rest came in, looking just as hopeless as when they had left. Everyone had been putting their hope on the bond working, but they all knew it hadn't worked as well as they hoped.

"Maybe it's because he's not part wolf?" Mr. Weasley questioned, his eyes on Bill. "Maybe that's why the bond isn't strong enough."

Bill's eyes went to his father's, and he seemed to be thinking about it. "Both the twins are part of the bond; their connection should have made it even stronger. Fred's too sick for us to attempt to do what I did with Charlie."

"But you could do it to me," George said, startling everyone. No one had been aware he was even listening. "You could bite me, do what you did to Charlie. I won't turn like him, but it might be just enough to make the pack stronger."

"It's not enough," Bill said with a shack of his head. "It wouldn't increase the strength of the bond by much. Plus, its new, it might take time for us to get it stronger."

"What about a real werewolf?" Ron said. He had taken a seat in the corner of the room, away from Hermione and his brothers. He had been watching his brother but hadn't offered any comments so far. "What about the twins' connection?"

Charlie had shaken his head before he said, "That was a joke the two of them played on you Ron, they can't feel each other's pain."

"I can feel his emotions," George said, his tone dropping as he finally realised the bonding hadn't worked. "Will it work? I'll try anything?"

"No George," Bill said, his eyes fixed on the sad twin. "It's too risky and we have no guarantee that it would even work."

George never spoke, he watched his twin for a few more seconds before turning and walking out the door, leaving them all behind in shock. George hadn't left Fred since the moment it happened.

"Give him time," Mrs. Weasley said, lifting a handkerchief to dab away the tears at her eyes.


George stared at the man in front of them; both had a glass of muggle bourbon in their hand. The drinks hadn't been touched, though. The tension in the room was thick and George was to blame; he had asked the unthinkable from a man that had already lost so much tonight.

"You know I could end up turning you?" Remus asked, moving forward to put the drink on the table. "I've never bit anyone George; I pride myself on the fact I've never hurt anyone despite my condition. I made a promise with my friends, all of whom I've lost."

"You won't turn me, even if you did I wouldn't care," George replied. "He's my brother; I'd do anything for him. We need a stronger pack to save him. It's the only way."

Remus didn't look convinced. He picked up the glass and downed it in one. The bitter taste didn't even effect his numb emotions. "I've watched my mate die tonight," Remus said, his voice growing angry. "My wolf is closer to the surface than it has ever been. If you want me to do this, I need you to prepare yourself for the fact you might turn each month. You might have to go through all that, and your brother might not even survive. I've never heard of the pack bond being used to save someone's life. It's a risk, but it's your choice."

"You're not the only wolf I can ask," George pointed out. "If you won't do it, I'll go and find someone who will. Fred and I are brothers, twins, and best friends. I'm not doing this without him. It's your choice, and I won't make you do something you don't want to. I will, however, save my twin."

"Fine," Remus said sending George a glare. "Drink that, all of it then tell me where you want the mark to be. Prepare yourself; it will hurt."


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