Chapter 11
Rated M
J. R owns HP. The story is mine.
Mistakes
Bill makes the mother of Faux-Pass
Bill felt strange. He had a very strange dream, he'd not married Fleur. Totally bizarre, in his dream he had shagged his little brother's girlfriend. What a dream for a wedding day.
Wait, he didn't recall the wedding. But maybe he was too nervous. He felt a warm naked bum against his growing erection. He closed his eyes as a wave of lust rode him hard.
Damn, Fleur smelled unbelievable, it must be her new cologne. He lifted her leg carefully, and reached up her thigh. Hmm, she was a bit sticky; they must have forgotten to clean up. He sniffed and wrinkled his nose; it smelled of blood, ah, kinky, hmm, sniffed again; yes, yet, rather delicious.
She might like this way to wake up. She had already slept a couple hours, and it was their mating night. Lobo smiled to himself and decided to fool the human for a minute.
Bill didn't want to open his eyes; all he wanted was to feel her slickness pressing onto him. He wanted to bite her, and latching on to her neck, in one stroke, he was in. "Oh, love," he whispered. Oh yes, his life was going to be good, and this was heaven. He loved being married.
Hermione was just waking up, and she smiled all sleepy. A bad wolf, she was going to like this life. She wished he had at least kissed her, oh well; her hands went to cover his while she pressed her bum on his hardness.
Bill was somewhat aware that something was different. The feel was not the same…Lobo sensed disaster and coaxed the human to go a little faster.
Hermione, too new at this, was abandoning her reasoning to the sensations.. She tried to match him, while she moaned very quietly. She was still a little shy, and the effects of the champagne had already gone away.
Bill couldn't believe how he was feeling, it was different, yet not that much; hmm, it was like this last night, whatever. Another wave of pleasure went through him, shutting down his rational mind. The feeling was tremendous, he bit harder, and his mouth was full of blood. She screamed in pain, as currents of pleasure traveled through her.
Pleasure and fire were surging through Bill's blood, and it arrived it at his groin seizing him, when he felt her orgasm holding him tight, massaging him, making him come, the screams poured out his lips, "Oh Merlin, oh love, princess…"
The voice, was she? She was; and he was coming as realization down on him, "Oh love, I cannot stop, oh fuck this is wrong, oh love." As he tried to stop what was ending, no way.
His seed was spurting into Hermione who grasped his hand and brought it to her mouth, to suck his fingers, just as a second swell gripped her.
Lust overcame Bill's will; bloody hell he was still coming, no, this was wrong. And he felt more the orgasm still riding him. This was a disaster, "So good," was what came out his mouth, instead of "I am sorry," as had been his intention.
As the passion quieted down, he could still feel the tremors going through her. Oh, lords, she felt so good. He thought when he saw the little twirls of magic danced around them once more; and not remembering, he thought, this is rather strange.
This was totally inappropriate, just not right. What had happened?
No, it had been totally the thing to do. True, the skin and the leg didn't feel the same; it was too bad because they felt right, just perfect. Maybe it hadn't been a dream, yes or not? He was right, or wasn't him? Was she? Lord, oh Lord, he didn't want to know.
If it were Fleur, then she had shrunk, her hair had grown, and he needed to open his eyes. He was afraid of what he would see, so he just opened them and screamed like a girl. "Hermione, what are you doing here?" as he stood up, swiftly, with a look of horror stamped all over his face.
She sat up, not yet focused. Once she was, her hurt expression made his heart ache.
Something was trying to tell him that he had made a major faux-pass. His erection for one, had once again come in full force. What was going on? He picked up his shirt, and put it on, while she dressed keeping her eyes on him and tears ran down her face.
You ass, Loboscreamed inside his head. Get your act together, there are people outside. Are you daft? What have you done? During times like this, I hate you, but what choice do I have? Does the word M.A.T.E. ring a bell?
It did not; it rang nothing. Bill was still foggy and unable to make sense. Strangely, he wanted to hurt himself for upsetting the young witch.
Finally, the loud sounds outside sobered him up, and when he looked at the young witch once again, he saw that her thighs were red with blood and, damn, semen. His eyes continued a downward trajectory to check his body, and, oh, oh, his lance was in similar condition. Shit, oh shit, he admonished himself.
Yes, mate, you really have blown it. You had your mate at least twice, took her virginity, and proceeded to ask her what she was doing here? When you, may I add, nearly raped her last night, and had her again this morning without even cleaning her well. You would no listen, after I advised you to wait, and to be a gentleman.
Lobo was showing his true self, to be as, if not more, cunning as Moony. He wanted to lay guilt really heavy on his human. Not sorry, he was truly upset.
"Love, I am so sorry, Hermione, please, I was too sleepy, too confused, love forgive me." Bill was coming towards her, still not feeling good about the situation; well just knowing that he had been a brute.
God, he hoped something could be done to repair this mess. He was scarred and too old for this girl. What had he done? He was trying to gather courage to bring her back to his brother, to her friends, foremost he wanted to do something right; but he needed to consider that his wolf liked, wanted her. No, Bill acknowledged that he also felt something for this young witch; he had been feeling it all week.
"Bill stay away, I understand, I am one big mistake. You have Fleur, who am I fooling, but why did you bring me here if you did not want this." She stepped back, looking for her clothes.
Inside she chided herself, Hermione Granger, you are a fool, he didn't want you, and you are collateral damage of a groom's fear. He even thought he was with Fleur a few minutes ago.
She blamed herself, and her young romantic heart had shattered. It was her fault; she gave her innocence away to one who had used it badly. Of course, neither one of the fools had realized that the witch in question, was no longer Miss Granger, but, instead, she was Mrs. Weasley; and there was no divorce clause for this type of bonding. Yup, they were an item for the rest of their life.
During the last day, Bill had been more wolf than man, and being 'pushed' by the magical coin. The same piece which Hermione had just found near her.
"Bill is this yours?" He remembered it from yesterday, and unbidden memories came down his brain, too many, "I think, it looks different," he put it away in the pocket of the trousers he was attempting to put on.
Someone was in, "Fuck, stay right there, get your wand, and do. Not. Follow me. Love, don't go anywhere we need to talk, and you aren't a mistake. If there is mistake it is I. I am lucky you want me, not sure how I got you; but you are a prize."
Words came unbidden, right out his mouth, and somehow he knew they were right. Moreover, he was certain that he didn't want to lose this witch. He was an idiot, and damn it, this wasn't fair. He needed at least a few minutes to make it right.
He ran to the kitchen, but the door was closed. He sniffed the air, "Bloody hell; Ron, come out right now. An who is that other male, out the two of you. And Ron, no funny business, the witch is mine."
Shit, where is this fantastic aroma coming from? He wondered the moment the fragrance hit his nose. Don't wonder, it is Hermione's, and she is ours, our mate.
Yes, Hermione was his mate. Later, he could straighten out his mean words. More and more memories were coming back. Oh bloody damn, no, no ,no, he was a giant fool.
Out the shadows came out Ron and one of the Aurors, they both looked like they had gone through a nasty scrimmage.
"What happened, are the people at the Burrow ok?" Bill asked with great concern.
"Yes, a cloud of Death Eaters came back right after you left. The attack was fierce, we sustained several injuries, and they might be on their way here. Something strange happened; as they were coming inside, magic firebombs were conjured to burn down the Burrows." He sounded in awe.
"No sooner than the bombs fell, than a cocoon of water surrounded the house. It resembled a fine mist of cool rain, but only over the burning areas; and in a few minutes the fires were put out. The magic was too great to be from anyone of us." Ron excitedly related the incident to Bill.
Bill's mind was processing the information, and it did not make sense.
Ron continued, "Then, a cloud of very large crows, bigger than raven, flew from no where and attacked the Death Eaters. Whenever a Death Eater would fire a hex, the hex was never deadly, or caused harm to the extent it should have. It was like an invisible filter damping the magic shielded us." Ron's eyes shone remembering.
"Not once, were the crows hit with a curse; moreover, they scared the attackers into flying away. One Death Eater fell down from the broom, and the crows rescued him in mid-air. I have never seen something like that. They stuck him in the rubbish bin outside the house. " As if they were seeing it, they all laughed.
"So, why do you think Death Eaters are on their way?" Bill asked.
"Because, while we were out with the crows, there were two Death Eaters that left via Floo, and right before, they were taking samples by the Floo, probably checking departures. By the way where is Hermione?"
"Hermione, Hermione," Bill called, no answer. He then sniffed the air; he couldn't smell the witch in the cottage. "I don't sense her here."
His lupine senses were in alert, and a dreadful feeling was settling inside him. He remembered, and he was sure Hermione was very important to him. If something would happen to her, oh no, not to her; he wanted to scream.
He had just found her, and allready had lost her. His feelings for her were returning very strong. Inside his pocket the coin had been pulsating and now it was slowing down, it had done its job.
They ran into the drawing room, in time to see the last light of an activated Floo, and found the room deserted. They had also heard a sound from someone who had recently Apparated… however, Hermione was nowhere to be found. Lobo howled; someone had taken his mate.
Bill closed his eyes in anguish. "Fucking Death Eaters, they better not have touched her. Or the ones that have done so, will die a very slow death."
''Unfortunately, Without forensics, there was no telling who had used the Floo, and where they had gone.
"Bill, let's go to the Burrow, I have a bad feeling," begged Ron.
Explosions were rocking the Cottage and there were several Death Eaters outside. Bill look out one of the Windows, and recognized the form of Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Let me check around quickly. What if she is hiding, what if I am wrong?"
Bill and Tim, the young Auror, took a quick survey of the house; there was nobody else in the house but the three of them.
Outside the Cottage- Rookie Guardians
Only a few watchers were left. They all had to go back to appear in front of the great council. Only four were allowed to remain. The ones that left had to go through the registration, the swearing process, and to receive formal training. Their powers were limited, and they still needed tp learn how to use them effectively.
Swearing their allegiance to their realm was a mandate. It required to keep their new status and to distribute excess credits during famine periods – such a massive conversion had not happened in a long time.
Keeping in mind that their status would only remain so as long as the couple, or their descendants, walked this world. So, they were allowed to patrol them all the time, but the free shows were over. They would also not be able to eavesdrop on anyone, only if there was an emergency situation.
Their lack of experience had endangered their wards. The four, who stayed behind, had held their crow form. They were able to assume animal forms during emergency periods. It was the only time they could actually feel, and they found feeling exhilarating. It had been centuries since they had lost those rights.
They had flown back to the cottage in their bird form, not smart at all. They had been followed. Now, Bellatrix, the Lestrange brothers, Avery, and McNair were outside and they wanted blood.
At this point, the guardians had used all their power reserves, and all they could was to watch. Just perfect, they had brought the killers right to their wards. The most short-lived gifted existence of a guardian, not even 24 hours – not a good record.
The witch is gone
Bill pondered, three against five, and he was tired, heaven knows about Ron and Tim, the young Auror, the odds did not bode well. And where was Hermione, not around there, and by the looks not outside.
"Quick, Floo into the Burrow, hopefully it will be okay." And so they jumped and landed at the Burrow just a few seconds later, where several wands waited ready, all pointed at them. When they saw who came, they were allowed in.
Bill couldn't believe the wreckage around the Burrow; there were broken things all over the place. Twice attacked in one day, no wedding, a missing witch, what else could go wrong.
"Is Hermione here per chance?" was his first question. His heart felt about to burst, it was an unusual feeling; he needed the witch by his side. Fleur not longer crossed his mind, she was no longer important.
He didn't know the mating process took more than a couple of times. In theory, it wouldn't end until the female was pregnant.
"She was with you, wasn't she?" Asked an angry Viktor who stood in the shadows, "Fucking fiend," he mumbled at Bill.
Viktor had made plans to stay with Hermione at his suite after the wedding. He had brought the family ring with him, though his parents were not happy with the idea. Too bad, he didn't care what they thought. He wanted her, and that is all he knew. He knew happiness would never be possible without her. He'd known it since the first time he'd touched her. His uncle had told him to marry her whe she was. Now he wished he had listened.
"She was, but she is not now." Bill was hoping that nobody asked any obvious questions, fat chance. He could feel the anger from several males, and he did not like it at all.
"When we came, she stayed in the next room, and then she was gone." Answered Ron, but his glare looked distrustful. Had Bill hurt Hermione? He had not actually seen Hermione. Had the wolf injured and hidden her?
"And you are here without her, why?" Asked Harry wondering how they could have left without first finding out where she was. His tone was short and had an angry edge.
"We thought she might have Floo'd here, she was not in the Cottage, and we were under attack." Bill answered. "I am going back."
Nobody was going to stop him, she was his mate, and he would find her. Why had he not stayed with her, why did he leave her alone with all the idiots trying to take her away from him? He had been smarter earlier at the Burrow, never letting her out of his sight. What if Ron had played him for a fool?
"No, you cannot, you will walk into a trap. Bella and company must be in by now. "Ron remarked. "I knew you would do something to her. This is your entire fault, she was there with you."
"It is my fault, that I didn't go outside to look, but she was gone, and the door wards were intact, thus somebody must have taken her." Bill said again, feeling bereft, lost.
He missed his witch and was sick with worry. What had he done? He had screamed to her and made her cry, it was his fault. If two Death Eaters were in the Floo, they must have taken her away, but there was no noise. He looked at Ron a bit suspiciously.
Arthur looked at his son with great compassion. Everyone has so many plans for this day; it was to be a happy day, a new couple, new love, and a chance for his son to have a family. Now he was bonded, to their favorite daughter-in-law, and totally alone.
These were terrible dark times. Molly ran to Bill and he came towards her, and let his mother embrace him. He could not help it; his eyes were full of tears, it was his entire fault, it was the curse.
Molly's heart was full of regret for what she had done. Bill suddenly remembered about the coin, and pulled it out, Arthur came to look. Arthur's brain was bugging him. He remembered the news earlier, and decided it was better not to mention it. It would make it worse.
Molly turned 20 shades from puce to purple when Bill pulled out the dreaded coin. But looking closer noticed the coin was now made of gold and had sparkling gems, all around.
She gasped at seeing the profiles of his son and her new daughter. As far as she knew, the coin had never done that before, amazing.
"Bill son, have you seen this? " She showed him the profiles, surrounded by a smooth concentric shiny circle. The coin felt warm, and it was pulsating.
Bill gasped at seeing his face and the young witch's. Everyone was moving over to look at the coin, but not Viktor, he had already disappeared into the Floo, he had things to be done, and he had guests in his suite. He would come back in a while.
"But mother, why did you send me a medal, or a coin, with our engraved faces when I was marrying Fleur?" Bill asked, puzzlement written all over his face.
Molly realized her error, she had been first apprehensive, but when she had seen the profiles, the wonderment made her forget what she had done. She twisted her mouth in an OOPS kind of expression, and her eyes rolled up a couple of times.
Arthur's eyes were trained on her. Mollywobbles had a long debt to pay. He was going to be the beneficiary, but first they needed to find the new bride.
Oh Molly, what have you done? My dear, you need to learn your lesson and quit meddling in your children's lives. Remember you have a husband who needs you more than they do. He would tell her that later, not before he collected another installment of his due-out payment. As far as Arthur went, he was reaping honeymoon benefits out this snafu.
Bill was no longer asking any questions, the coin in his hand made him confident, took his fear, away. He was fascinated looking at her profile, every one wanted to see it, but he was not letting go off it. "SHE IS MINE," he growled and snarled viciously; and Lobo and Bill both agreed they'd the right not to share.
Harry called Ron to his side. While they were all deliberating, they talked for a while. A few minutes later with everyone's attention on Bill, they failed to see the second time the Floo had glowed green within the last few minutes. A clear sign everyone was very tired and needed sleep.