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: Thank you to the wonder historygirl1863 for beta'ing this story.

Note: Sorry about double posting the last chapter. I'm having a bit of a nightmare with fanfic. For some reason I don't think everyone is getting the fic alerts? And its deleting reviews idk why.

I'm going onto nights, so I've posted this one now. I'll update the next chapter Tuesday next week when I've finished up my load of shifts. It's a longer Chapter with a lot of Charlie in it for all those people that are his fan!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Rabastan was taken into custody by Harry and Ron that very evening after the attack. The Death Eater had a few extra bruises, but nothing too serious thanks to the arrival of Mr. Weasley. He hadn't given up much, just a few choked out words that the Aurors were trying to put together. Hermione and the Weasleys didn't believe a word of it. He wouldn't give up his brother's location, not for anything.

Neville was still missing, and everyone was doing their best to look for him. Hannah Abbott had come to the Burrow one evening to thank them for their efforts. She looked very upset and hadn't stayed long. She was suffering greatly with Neville gone, everyone could see how much she loved him. However, despite all the effort nothing was working. Hermione had tried the tracking spell, but nothing had happened. She spent most of her time researching and coming up with new locations for Neville and the Death Eaters, and the Aurors had come very close to catching them thanks to Hermione's research and studies. She had provided them with an address of an old school, it was somewhere the Lestranges' had gone during the height of the war and killed a lot of people and kids. The school had then been abandoned, despite the war being over. The Aurors had tracked down the school but seemed to have just missed Neville and the Death Eaters. They had found a bit of blood from Neville and surprisingly, a bit of blood from Fenrir. It was fresh according to Remus' nose so they hadn't been gone long. At least that was some hope of Neville being alive, and it just spurred the search on. It was also a sign that Neville wasn't going to give up without a fight.

Eleven days after the incident in Hermione's flat, the Weasley pack had finally found a house they all agreed on. It was a good-sized house, with a large loft. It had four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a large garden. It was much larger than the Burrow, but it wasn't anything near the size of the Malfoy Manor. It was a nice house, a good size for their new family. Despite none of them saying it, the house was also perfect for in the future if they ever had kids. The loft was perfect for another bedroom, maybe even two.

The house was a bit on the old size, though, but that never bothered them. They got it for a decent price and with five of them chipping in for the deposit, the mortgage wasn't going to be a problem for a while with five of them helping.

Everything needed to be cleaned and painted, which was going to take some time. Hermione wanted to do the painting the muggle way because it lasted longer than just being spelled on. The boys weren't as keen on the idea, but they had eventually agreed.

That afternoon, Hermione had made a start on the kitchen, painting the walls as Bill and Charlie took up all the carpets. The twins were at the shop, stocking up for the rest of the week so they could take some time off to help with the house. Bill and George had taken an instant dislike to painting, because of the fumes of the paint making their nose itch. Charlie hadn't been that bothered by the smell, but his nose wasn't anywhere near as strong as Bill and Georges.

"Nice sized kitchen," Bill spoke from behind, his hands going to Hermione's hips as he leaned into her. "With five of us, we'll have to get a bigger fridge put in than that one. Four hungry boys to feed each day will take some work."

"That better not be a hint to what you expect my job to be, William Weasley," Hermione joked. She leaned into his touch as the alpha ran his hands down from her hips and to her thighs. He buried his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent.

"Hmm, your place is in bed with me," Bill replied. "Or with Charlie, or with the twins. You'll be too tired for any of that work nonsense."

Hermione rolled her eyes, and she would have turned to smack Bill if it hadn't of been for the paint brush in her hand. Bill, however, seemed to like her feisty and usually teased a reaction out of her. Hermione knew all of the men were happy for her to work, they couldn't have known her very well if they had expected her to stay at home in the kitchen.

"Well, seeing as you boys don't have a bed in here, it's going to be awfully lonely for the next few weeks," Hermione joked, pushing her hips back against him.

Bill still had his hands on her thighs and used one hand to unbutton her jean. The hand slipped inside, touching her over the lacy knickers she wore.

"Pet, who says we need a bed?" Bill chuckled against her hair. "I've got everything I need right here."

Hermione relaxed against him, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of Bill touching her intimately. She had only been to his bed once more since he had taken her virginity. She was still a bit shy about sex, but she was trying to feel more confident with it. With the other three, they had only kissed and touched so far. She was getting to know them more and more each day.

"My girl's getting wet," Bill whispered into her ear. His lips pressed to her throat as he pressed a finger into her, pushing her knickers aside. Hermione rocked against the touch, a moan escaping her. She was just enjoying the feeling of him touching her when she heard footsteps, Bill continued to touch her and didn't remove his finger at the sound of the feet.

Hermione panicked slightly, her hand going to Bill's arm to push him away when she saw Charlie standing in the doorway, a heated look in his gaze as he watched the two. Without a word, the second oldest Weasley made his way over and took the paint brush from Hermione's hand, setting it aside.

"You okay love?" Charlie asked, very close to her. He moved his lips close to hers, Bill was still thrusting a finger in and out.

"Yeah," Hermione said breathlessly. Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment, but she hadn't asked Bill to stop.

Charlie then leaned in, capturing her lips with his. His hand went to one of her hips, and the other felt the loose material at the bottom of her shirt. He pushed it up, his hand coming in contact with her warm stomach as he continued to kiss her.

"Relax pet," Bill whispered into her ear, adding a second finger as he worked her closer towards and orgasm. "It's only Charlie."

Hermione couldn't reply, with Charlie's lips on hers. The kiss was heated, full of passion and promises of what was to come for them in the future. Charlie's hand had inched up her stomach slowly until he came in contact with her bra. He didn't slip his hand under or try to undo it. Instead, he played with her breasts over the top of her bra.

The feel of them both stimulating her was pushing her even closer towards the edge of her orgasm. Hermione never expected to feel comfortable with one lover, never mind two at the same time. However, it felt right to be with them both. She felt connected to the two brothers, her pack.

Charlie gently cupped both her breasts through her bra, his finger and thumb going to the nipples to squeeze them gently over the material of her bra. as Bill continued to pump his fingers inside her. Bill used his thumb to stimulate her clit, and it was the final straw for Hermione. She came with a cry, a mumbled combination of both their names as the boys stuck close to her, not moving their hands as they helped her ride out the orgasm.

When Hermione had finally come down from her high, Bill withdrew his fingers the same time Charlie removed his from under her shirt.

Bill turned Hermione's head, pulling her into a kiss before releasing her for Charlie to do the same.

"I've got to go to the bank, work stuff," Bill explained. "You and Charlie okay here alone? Twins will be here in a few hours."

Hermione nodded, one hand on Charlie's arm to keep herself up and steady. She felt a bit light headed after that orgasm.

"I think Hermione and I have a handle on it," Charlie said, winking at Hermione. "Or you could say we're abreast of things, right Hermione?"

Bill quickly took his exit as Hermione grabbed her paintbrush and attacked Charlie.

Later, after an hour of painting, Charlie popped out to the local muggle fish and chip shop for lunch. The house was right in the middle of a muggle town, and it was the perfect spot for Charlie to have an international floo.

"Let me take you out for dinner tonight," Charlie offered as he finished up his chips. "We can go somewhere fancy here or in Diagon Alley, and you're welcome to stay the night at mine."

"I would love to Charlie, but you're too late, I already have a date for tonight," Hermione replied. "I can do later this week, Friday?"

"Friday works," Charlie agreed. "That date better be ginger or there's going to be a pack outing for our first kill."

Hermione laughed, placing her empty plate on the concrete floor. "Actually, I have a date with two handsome gingers. Wish me luck, though, I was told to wear a few layers to keep warm."

Charlie raised an eyebrow then laughed, "I'm not even going to ask."

Hermione chuckled, "That's probably the right decision."

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A few hours later, Hermione was dressed in a nice pair of tight jeans, a cotton cardigan and coat. She had a scarf and some gloves in her bag as well. She wanted to be prepared for whatever the twins were up to that night. She had no idea where they were taking her. Britain was cold that day, but it wasn't snowing weather. It didn't require a few layers of clothing to keep warm,

Despite her hesitations, Hermione made her way out of the bedroom just as the doorbell went. She made her way to it and pulled it open to reveal a bundled up pair of twins. They had a mismatched set of scarfs and gloves, a thick jumper and a smile on both their faces.

"If this is some joke, I'm going to be a very unhappy date by the end of it," Hermione warned. The pair laughed and stepped inside when she moved back from the door.

"We wouldn't do that," Fred promised.

"We have a surprise," George offered.

"A good one."

"Hopefully a very good one."

"Ready to go Hermione?"

Hermione eyed the pain and watched as George pulled out a watch with one of his gloved hands. He placed it on the coffee table and pulled one glove off. "A portkey?" Hermione guessed, watching as they moved their hands over it, but weren't touching.

"Spot on Hermione, get ready!" Fred instructed and on the count of three, all of them placed a finger on the portkey and with a flash they vanished.

Seconds later they landed on the snowy ground. Hermione jumped up, glancing around with no clue as to where they were. It was freezing cold, and she was very grateful for the warning of plenty of layers by the twins.

"Iceland," George supplied seeing her confusion. "Here to see some northern lights. Fred and I were coming to see them, get some ideas for fireworks and such, but then Fred points out…"

"How much better it would be if our little mate came along to watch them with us," Fred finished.

Hermione was taken aback by the surprise. She had always wanted to see them, but her family had never been able to take the time off work to come. The pictures online were so beautiful, and it was unbelievable to see all the colours. It was actually a very sweet and romantic thing for the twins to do for her. "Thank you, it's a wonderful surprise."

"Wait until you see the cabin," George said with a wink. He held his hand out, and Fred offered his.

Hand in hand, they made their way to a cabin. It was wooden and beautiful with lots of windows for them to see out into the sky. It was the perfect spot for them to sit and wait for the lights to appear.

Inside the cabin was freshly made food that appeared the moment they walked in the door. There were a few different dishes laid out on the table for them to choose from. The three of them sat down, choosing a dash and they ate. Hermione was already entranced by Iceland's beautiful, even from her brief view of it.

It got even more beautiful when the lights finally appeared in the sky as night fell. The three made their way outside to watch above. Bright lights appeared in the sky, and the twins were just as transfixed as Hermione was. It was romantic, beautiful. As time passed, they snuggled close together, Hermione between them as they pressed her against both of their sides.

They watched the lights, amazed at the blend of colours. Hermione knew they wanted to see them as inspiration for the fireworks, to find a good effort that people would enjoy. She wanted to watch purely for the beauty of nature. She enjoyed the sight of the lights.

When the darkness began to fade and the lights along with it, the twins led Hermione back inside. There was a log fire burning, and they both flanked either side of her. Hermione pulled off her coat, putting it over one of the seats as the twins led the way to the fire.

"We didn't want to assume," Fred began.

"But we had hoped," George continued.

"It's your choice, of course, you can stay here with us or use a portkey home."

"We know which we'd prefer."

Hermione looked at the twins, her eyes settling on each twin in turn as she tried to make up her mind. She needed to spend more time with them and more than that, she wanted to spend more time with them. The pack bond pulled at her to bond with the twins. Even more so, she felt a strong connection when she was with both of the twins rather than being with them separately.

"Yes, okay," Hermione agreed, finally. "I'll stay here with you two for the night. Can we talk for a while? After everything that's happened, we've never actually sat together and gone over things. Things between us have a different feeling compared to Charlie and Bill."

Hermione didn't want to upset the twins, but she had, to be honest. Something felt off in their bond together. She didn't feel right with the twins. They were pack mates, but something still felt incomplete.

The twins glanced at each other, and they seemed to be deciding what to say. Without a word between them both twins nodded and turned back to Hermione, seeming to come to an agreement. Both twins were sat either side of her on the coach. Their hands reached for one of hers.

"It's the twin bond," Fred began. His tone was soft and gentle like he was about to deliver some bad news. Either that or he was nervous. The twins were never nervous about anything.

"It's not complete," George continued for his brother. "We're connected to the pack because of the twin bond. Did Bill explain it to you?"

"Not much," Hermione replied, reluctantly.

"Okay," Fred said, settling back into the couch. "Twins, more so identical twins can take on one witch or wizard and share. Mum's brothers did it. We bond through a ritual under a full moon apparently and then we feel a strong connection. All three of us."

"But we never got a chance to do the twin bonding, because instead we formed a pack with you and our brothers," George continued. "Fred was dying, and we just had to hope the twin bonding would somehow let us be part of the pack."

"So we never did the twin bonding thing? That's why together we feel so…" Hermione questioned.

"Off," Fred answered for her. "We're still a pack, and we don't know what would happen to the pack if we did the twin bonding with you, Hermione. Charlie doesn't think it would affect the pack."

"It's an option we would like you to consider," George stated. "We don't want you to rush into anything. We just want you to think about it."

"And then we'll have to go to Bill," Fred told her. "Alpha and all that."

Hermione took a few moments to think things over. She knew the twins were part of the pack, but if there was a chance they could become even closer through a twin bond, then it should be an option. She liked them, but perhaps with even more between them, things would feel right. She felt for all the men in her pack. She didn't want to risk it, but she just sort of knew that the twin bonding was the right thing to do. It would bring more power to the pack, it would finally complete the pack.

Hermione's hands tightened on the twins. She looked at each of them in turn and nodded. She wanted that with them. She knew, despite them not saying anything, that it was important to them too.

"I want to," Hermione said. Both of the twins smiled at her, then smirked at each other.

"Hermione," Fred said, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of her head. "If you're sure about his, we need you to sleep in the spare room tonight."

Feeling rejected, Hermione pulled back with a frown. "What?"

"First time," George began, "is during the ritual for the twin bonding."

"So no touching," Fred warned her.

"Some touching," George counted. "A little."

Fred nodded at his brother, "A little bit of closeness, but not too much. We can't go too far until the full moon. According to our uncles' notes anyway."

"You do know the next full moon is fifteen days away, right?" Hermione questioned. She smiled as brother twins groaned, flopped back into their seats. "Wait, what about you, George?"

Georges ran a shaky hand down his face. "We just hope."

If George turned under the full moon, any hopes they had of finishing the twin bond was going to be shot to hell.

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