Chapter 9

Warning Mature Content

Finally together

The Watchers

A fog set around the cottage, a magic cover, the watchers realized all at once that they were able to feel, and to hear, but a privacy barrier obscured the moment inside. Barely a shadow of the couple came thru the smoky fog . A few complaints were grumbled, followed by others hushing the complainers, at least they wanted to hear. It was the proverbial gifted horse. No need to gripe, time to take all they could.

Bill Closes the Loop

Bill was trying not to think he was here with this witch instead of Fleur. The strange part was his lack of regret, and his true joy to be with one made for him. If this was not magic, what was it?

Hermione could sense Bill a master in the art of kissing, and he was teaching her by practice. First he traced her lips with his fingers, and then he let his tongue follow the path. He was falling in love with each touch, with each second. He was recalling first seeing the little bushy hair witch, and now years later this witch under him.

Oh Merlin, maybe this was a reward for a life of trying to be a good wizard, a good student, brother, friend, and also the best son he could be? He was sure it was. She was gently running her fingers along his scars, and sinking into his kiss.

Then, it all became one long kiss, their bodies joining.. He couldn't get enough from her, and his feelings for her felt very real. While they were kissing, his hands were learning her body, inch by inch.

She was small and slender, but had a definite softness about her. He could feel her soft breasts against his chest, her warm body touching his. And it was taken all he had, to restrain himself. Her hands, while caressing his neck, had unbuttoned the top button, then the next, and each time his breath would hitch. She wanted to stick her hand inside his under shirt to be able to caress his chest, to feel his warmth, his skin.

Her fingers were creating a path of fire and need everywhere they touched. He half stood up, kneeling; he pulled her up on her knees as well. His hands went to work, he unbuttoned his waist coat, and took if off with one hand. Never stopped kissing her, she was helping him with his shirt, and soon it was off, so it was his undershirt. His hands kept wondering below her waist. Neither one noticed the small swirls of sparkling colors around the room, moving in waves across the length. He wanted to feel her moisture, her heat. He wanted to taste her, and feel her essence all around him.

At the near by forest, the night creatures feeling the magic, were restless, and moving towards the place where the lights were twinkling and beckoning them. To a special celebration when even them, would reap benefits, longer healthier lives.

Her hands went under his undershirt, and she let her fingers trace the scars along his back, as he was helping her off her summer dress. He was not too familiar with Muggle underclothes, but they were not that much different. He moved away from her to see and to admire her body.

"The scars, don't look at them—," she said hurriedly.

"Princess they are your badges of honor, I have worse, hush. You are an object of beauty, and you are mine." The man and the wolf both admired her, and felt pride to have such a companion for the rest of their lives.

In one movement, he removed her bra and keened in desire. His eyes fixed on her small breasts; not too small, just perfect. A handful, his hand touched one with reverence, and pinched each nipple gently, loving her moans. He bent and suck on each rosy nipple, making them hard with his mouth's touch. She was so beautiful to him. "You are so perfect, Hermione, you are my witch." He did not remember this degree of lust for anyone in his entire life, not even under the thrall of the Veela.

His body was throbbing, it was not restricted to one place, his skin was sensitized, and the feeling spread through his entire body. Lobo wanted to turn her around, and do the first mating on his style. His hands on her bum, it was muscular and felt perfect. Imagining the witch in all fours, he groaned, hell, he wanted it as well, but not with someone so inexperienced; he wanted a mate for life, and he was going to make her happy.

His Hermione, his little witch, his mate for a lifetime, he had married her today in many ways; he was mating for a lifetime to the right mate.

Relaxed by the wine, Hermione was in the 'feeling' mode, allowing her body to enjoy. The room was semi-dark, and when her bra came off, she tried to cover herself by coming closer to him. He would not let her, his tongue travelled from her mouth and went from one breast to the other. Her taste was making his cock twitch and ache, it was ready since a while ago, and his senses screamed to be wrapped inside of her core.

She wanted more, and could not stop the mewling or the involuntary sounds,which makde Bill want to posses her at that very instance. The desire was getting too strong, and Bill was losing to the wolf. He bit her along the mark, ever so gently, and he could feel the blood pulsing.

Now mount her and mark her once again, Lobo egged on. Bill was starting to listen; the raw mating instinct was breaking down his best resolutions. His mouth continued down, kissing, sucking and licking, "You taste of heaven, Hermione, tell me, tell me you want me," her scent overpowered him, as his fingers went under the waistband of her knickers.

Only a strangled sound was heard as he pushed her on the ground and straddled her. He held her close to him. Feeling her bare skin against his, "You are so soft, so beautiful, my little mate, now, I cannot wait, say, say is okay." He kissed her eyes, her mouth, as his hands pulled down her knickers, and, by the, she was no longer thinking. His fingers reached and touched her nether lips, her moist patch of hair, and felt they were wet with her moisture. With hesitant fingers, his travel continued. He stayed on his knees, while he bent towards her.

His wolf's hearing caught the change in her breathing; a little hitch and then a soft cry. Oh Merlin, when he touched the hardened knob, she hissed in pleasure. He growled softly. "My beautiful love," and he gritted his teeth, stopping himself from diving in. His body was covered in sweat from the effort.

He placed one finger inside of her and they both moaned, "So warm," his response barely audible. Then put another finger when he felt her hymen, it must be that. He was sorry to say, he had never been with a virgin. At the time when the Hogwarts' witches were virgins, he was experimenting with wizards or with triads with more experienced witches. After Hogwarts, there were witches in their twenties and older, and then Fleur, who was, hmm, experienced?

He could feel small spasms, but he could also sense her fear, and then more spasms as his fingers acquired speed, in a few more seconds, oh, "Bill, Bill, I am, yes, want, I don't know." She was writhing with abandonment, and her life before him no longer existed. Her hands were touching his shoulders and holding on to him.

"Yes, yes, let it come, do it love, let yourself go." She heard him calling as the pleasure invaded her being.

He looked at her face, and her eyes were half turned, her jaw relaxed and her lips part opened. Her braids had become loose, and the freed curls were running amok around her face. In the fire light she appeared as a love fairy, and at that instant his wolf won over Bill.

In a flash his boxers were off. He had worn them just for his wedding day, so the trousers would look nicer, what a mistake. He was kissing her in frenzy while trying to line up with her core. She wanted him to fill her, to take the ache away. Her body was arched, and she opened her legs when he nudged them apart with his knee.

"Love, tell me that is ok, I cannot wait, you are not a virgin are you?" Lobo damn well knew she was, they both did, besides he could smell it, but Bill was not sure, he thought that was the hymen, it must had been. He did not know if he could be with her if she were untouched. Lobo growled in frustration, damn human this is not a time to think. Just do it. Is either tonight or before long, you marked her, you wanted this.

"I am, but I want you, it is ok." Hermione look at him trusting, she believed he would make it right for her. Bill do it, I am sure I have always liked you, in time I will love you. I want to. Her mind was screaming. He was beautiful, a wizard, not a boy, his hardness felt right against her. She could feel his lust in the way he touched her. Fevered fingers, his hips moving and bucking towards her, and their sounds, they were making her want more and more.

He half stayed on his knees, and moved her legs around his hips. Her body was arching, trying to make him do whatever he was supposed to do. The broad head was at her tight entrance, she was so wet. "Oh love, you feel so good, so warm, so wet. I want to be inside, I am coming in, please let me, let me, my Hermione," and he started to push in.

A game of lights exploded around them, but they were unable to see anything. There were only two people, one wizard, and one witch. Two bodies joined together, and that was it. Bill and Hermione and their mating, were the only realities here tonight.

She tried to get away because of the pain at being stretched like that. He made a decision, holding one of her legs placed on his hand and one firmly on her hip, and all at once pushed one fast stroke, and she cried in pain, and he cried in ecstasy. He was still caressing her face. "Oh, love, don't cry, oh you feel so good, never like this, oh my love. My mate," he didn't want to move but his hips were on self-control. The feeling, it was like never before. He was sure it was because it was with his mate, and the union's magic was affecting all his senses.

How could his cock feel in such close hold? He was not going to be able to hold for long. He was whining, and moaning at the same time. "Love, do you like it, do you want to be here with me, my mate. Tell me you do, tell me please."

From far, he heard, "Yes, Bill, yours, I am yours."

The friction, the pressure, Bill thought he was going to die of pleasure. He could feel it across his spine, tightening up his balls. This is what a mating was. He thanked Fenrir in the back of his mind. What a gift he had given him, the gift of pleasure with a true mate. All other witches and wizards were erased in one pass; his mate had filled his mind and his heart. There could never be a life without her; someone must care for him to have given him a mate at the last possible minute. Her walls were pulsing,crushing him, what sweet pain, nothing else mattered at that second.

Sex had never been like this for him. All his other experiences were gone, he was feeling bestial pleasure, he was all sensuality, and his soul was dancing with joy. He felt something wild, race through his blood. He then had visions of open spaces and golden eyes looking at him, something dark and primordial had unleashed all around his being.

He started driving in and out, slowly, letting her get used to it. He kept his eyes opened while he could, just wanting to gauge her expressions. It added to his pleasure to see her face full of lust, but still contorted with pain. Although, there was something else, he wasn't quite sure what it was. There was an instant when the pained expression relaxed. And he knew that now he could continue a little faster, but still gently.

Her hands tightened around his back. He secured her legs around his bum and sat on his calves, to touch her and to see their union at the same time, the images made his body hard, oh Gods, to see himself covered with her blood, in and out, an orgasm pressing on him.

"Gods, fuck," shuddered words. It felt so good touching both united, making sure this was real...She felt so filled, so good, she wanted more, she wanted the explosive feeling again, more, more. She pulled up to reach him, and her lips fastened to his neck. He was so much taller than she, so complying, he moved over her holding his weight on his knees and elbows careful, no to disengage,

'My witch, my beauty, my Hermione," his voice in strangled sounds followed by an anguished groan, wanting to climax. "I want, want…"

In his lust throes, he looked strange, beautiful; and she'd made him feel like this.

"Bill, faster, please, it feels so good. Yes, it, it. Ah, yes," At hearing her voice and her pleasure, Bill left and Lobo came again. His teeth elongated, and he got bigger all over. Hermione gasped at the larger Bill, and the pain was too much but for a couple of seconds.

Bill turned wild, and brought the witch along with him. His mouth descended again around the marking and clamped on it while he moved faster, in and out of her; she first screamed in pain, and once again in pleasure. Both covered in sweat, both in the border of climaxing. She could feel his fingers reaching and touching, massaging, pleasure waves starting...

"I am inside, part of you, tell me, you like it."

"Yes, yes.'' Was all she could say. So good so ..."

And she felt as a part of her detached; it felt as she joined him in close communion, and understood, that she was not longer the person she had been earlier, her life was forever bonded to her wild Weasley.

Bill was transported to a land of pure physical pleasure, and then he merged in soul and body with his witch. It was, as if he had sprouted roots into her brain, and she had done the same inside his. He felt twines of light encasing both of them, she felt the same, and was feeling her body through his mind

Both could hear their keening and her loud moans from far away. After some seconds, he felt his seed coming and the orgasm beginning. It travelled from his brain, and through his nerve centers, tightened his balls until it hit his groin, making him even harder and wanting release. He let go of the bite, and his lips closed upon hers.

Her spasms were clamping down on him, and they both felt his seed shooting inside of her. When it was over, he leaned his forehead on hers, as her orgasm was still going, both shuddering with the last of the wave of sensations.

Tremors ran thru both of them Their magic bonds were tracing arabesques in the air, it was a beautiful scene. He hadn't read about it anything close to this, and wanted to look around; however, he didn't want to risk disengaging her, he was still semi-hard, maybe?. So he moved her slowly to the side. This was the best thing that ever happened to him, he was thinking, when she tightened once again, and he was once again ready, so he carefully sat her on his lap.

Never stopped kissing her, wetly and wildly, barely understanding what was happening, she tried to pull away, "No, it hurts," until he touched her sex, and a second wave hit them. He howled loudly, his voice carrying outside. And at once started caressing her, hoping to calm himself.

'Shh, my love, my sweet witch. Shh."

How could have he won the witch everyone was after, for her magic or her beauty. He was happy and hoped she could learn to love him. He already did, it must be the wolf who loved her, it was a little soon for him, but he was the wolf as well.

His thoughts galloped, high on the moment. He gave her feathery kisses, while she caressed his face. It was amazing the scars were no longer deep. The mating had done something to him; it had erased part of the dark magic.

Hermione could not believe what had happened to her. She was a little scared because of the intensity of her feelings. She felt love in her veins and something else for her bonded mate. The magic they had experienced had tied them together. The sense of great magic at work was all around them. She wondered what it meant. She was inside Bill's head, not thoughts just feelings. She was tied to him for the rest of her life.

And it suddenly hit him, she was in heat, and he had not done the contraceptive spell. He had to tell her.

"Princess, I am so sorry, you need to go to the healer tomorrow, I forgot to cast a spell."

For once, she surprised him and giggled. "I am on the potion and muggle pills."

The wolf rose to the surface, all jealous. The little witch was planning to shag another wizard, no way, she was HIS. "And why is that?" Bill asked dryly, and his prick no longer hard, just slipped right out of her. Pronto, he wanted the name, and the formerly lucky wizard was going to be one sorry wizard, and properly punished.

She looked at him; she was actually smirking at the sight of Bill pouting. All the Weasley men were very spoiled; Molly had made sure of that. Anyway, he looked too beautiful, and she asked, "Why do you want to know? You were going to marry today, and I was planning to—."

"I don't want to know what you were planning, but as of right now you are mine, don't forget about that, you are my mate. So you better tell the unlucky wizard to find someone else to shag." He started licking the bleeding mark, and she smiled while she drowsed and was fast sleep with a smile on her lips.

Bill complained aloud, "Naughty young witch, I have my eye on you; remember, you are mine." He embraced her tightly; pulled the quilt that was kept on the sofa and covered them. "Mine, my mate." And went to sleep, while the coin that used to be made out of a silver colored mineral now was made out of very shinny gold and edged with sparkling, unknown gems, and in one side, the profiles of Bill and Hermione were now stamped.

The Watchers,

They were speechless. There were only a small minority who had heard of one actual Golden Bonding, during their entire existence, and even less who had actually seen its replay.

Most of them were convinced that they were not even real, and only the stuff of legends. This was a jackpot in Muggle terms. It'd changed the viewers profoundly. They would never go hungry, at least for a very long time. For as long as their descendants, the golden couple's walked this world. And they might even be forgiven, if judged to be changed.

One of the event organizer's, a late comer, was a burned out being. And he couldn't believe he had been here, part of this momentous event. He couldn't even speak for days afterwards.

The 74 beings now were bound to protect the couple and all those who mattered to them; they were immediately informed. Judging by all the messes they got in, it was going to be a full time job. And right now there was a big alert at the Burrow, their non-intervention bracelets had gone in guardian mode, and each one of them had a copy of the coin stamped in their left cheek, a door opening, another gift.

They were no longer just watchers; but yes, they could still accumulate wealth. Being very new at the job, mistakes were sure to happen. They could only alert and accomplish some minor work until they learned more.

A peek at the Burrow and who is the Death Eater?

While our lovers were having a loving time, the fight at the Burrow was gaining momentum. Ron's bad behavior had helped a good purpose; everyone was armed and ready to go. Things were looking grim for the Light, but help was on the way.

Meanwhile at the Ministry, the book of records had magically recorded a new event and was sending over a very special package to Bill and Hermione Weasley, c/o The Burrows. A short notification was also sent to all the interested officials, after all this was a very rare event. Upon an owl delivering the note to one home, a Death Eater put his mask on and rode his broom to HQs. The masked flyer allready trying to figure out an angle.

At the cottage, visitors?

Bill might have been exhausted but Lobo was restless. He had found out that his human could be asleep but his consciousness would stay awake, particularly close to the full moon. This was not always the case, but he had been mated. It was good as things went, but he wanted to have a little more action, just a few mire times.

His mate wasn't only beautiful, but she smelled and felt perfect, and her closeness was keeping him awake. Maybe he could just slide in, and Bill would not even wake up. Wait, he heard a noise outside.

Lobo's senses came alive, there was danger; and he sniffed the air again. Impossible, it could not be his human's pain in the arse young brother. Damn, time to wake up his human.

You ass, screamed Lobo inside Bill's head, wake up, get your act together, there are people outside. Does the word Mate ring a bell? Take care of her, pronto, ahora, now, jetz!