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.
Beta: historygirl1863
Warning: Smut
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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter Hedwig and Fred would never have died.
CHAPTER TWELEVE
As the days went by, the wizarding world tried it's best to put the death and destruction behind them. Auror's brought in Deatheaters each week, ridding the world of more evil. Neville was still missing, but no one was giving up any hope on his reappearance. Hogwarts was also slowly recovering. Hermione and the twins spent a lot of their time there, helping rebuild the castle to allow a new lot of students attend in the future.
The twins were brilliant spell casters, so the progress was quick. As Hermione spent more time with them, they grew closer together. She felt anticipation for the full moon approach as they prepared for the twin bonding. Bill had been understanding, happily agreeing for them to go ahead with it. As the alpha, he had more of a say in the pack, but Bill wasn't ever going to abuse his power. Bill offered more support for his younger brother George as the full moon approached. He had offered to be there during the full moon in case George turned or lost controlled, but Hermione had refused. She knew they would be okay. Hope was powering her through that things would be okay.
According to the Weasley twins' notes, they had to do the ritual under a full moon. If George did turn, they would never be able to complete the ceremony. George was anxious, but Fred was confident he would be able to feel if something was different through their close bond.
"If you think I'm letting you out of my sight after this full moon, you're crazy pet," Bill told Hermione. They were lying in bed, Bill spooning her from behind. After spending some time researching and investigating for Neville with Bill, they had retired for the night in Bill's bed. "I'm letting them do this full moon because they have to. After that, I want you every full moon. I'm happy to share, as long as I'm there too."
Hermione smiled, trailing her hand down to stroke the short, thin hairs on his arms. His warm naked body was pressed against hers, keeping her warm and happy after their round of love making. "Well, between you and George feeling extra randy and aggressive each full moon, I think I'm going to have my work cut out for me."
"And Charlie," Bill suggested. "Not always, but Charlie can feel it under the moon when he's had a bad week."
"Poor Fred," Hermione smiled.
Bill snorted, "We both know Fred wouldn't want to miss out. Don't worry though love, plenty of days in the month. The other's will understand the need and the pull of the moon for Georgie and me."
"I know they will," Hermione agreed. Charlie and Fred would understand Bill and George's reluctance to share her during the full moon. They felt their nature more than ever before during the full moon. It was a night that part wolves felt most aggressive and horny.
After a few moments of silence, Bill started pressing kisses to her neck. "You worried? About the twins?"
Hermione wet her lips; the words lost as she tried to think of how to explain how she felt. "I'm not worried, more nervous. The Twins won't tell me what the ritual involves. I know it probably won't break the pack bond, but it's still a factor. The twin bonding is meant to be for the three of us. With the bonding, I'm not supposed to be with anyone else but those two. I'm worried I'll come back and feel disloyal being with you and Charlie."
Bill pulled back and moved away, pulling Hermione, so she went to her back. Bill leaned over her on an elbow. "Perhaps, or maybe it will have more to do with you feeling at one when you're with the twins. They have that whole mind-reading thing they do. Perhaps after this, you'll be a part of that too. You'll still be my girl, Charlie's girl, and then their girl too. Weasleys love their family, pet; they wouldn't risk this if they were sure anything could hurt Charlie or me."
"You trust them," Hermione agreed.
"I love them," Bill corrected. "I'm sure Charlie feels the same."
Hermione sighed and nodded in agreement. What Bill said made sense and she had to hope that was the point of the twin bonding. She cared deeply for Bill, as well as the twins and Charlie. She didn't want anything to destroy the bond they had started.
"Besides, if they try to do anything stupid I'll bite them," Bill joked. "I'm alpha; I'm allowed."
"Kinky."
Bill growled, "You're spending too much time around Charlie."
Hermione giggled, leaning back into Bill's embrace. "Charlie's asked me to spend a few days away with him in Romania. He wanted us to leave tonight and said we would be back in time for the full moon."
Bill hummed at the news and continued to press kisses along her jaw. He didn't seem surprised at the news, so Hermione raised an eyebrow.
With a sigh, Bill pulled back to speak, "Charlie spoke with me about it. He's beta of the pack. Kind of like a second in command, although we won't be using our leadership over anyone. However, if anything were to happen to me, it would fall to Charlie to look out for the rest of you. He's just a bit on edge at you completing the pack bond with the twins, without you and him completing it first."
Hermione moved away from Bill's hold and turned so she could see him more clearly. The sheet fell to reveal the tops of her breasts, so Bill's gaze dropped there for a few moments before meeting her eyes. "So, what you're saying is, it's Charlie's turn?" Hermione asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the information.
"No love, what I'm saying is that Charlie wants a chance to get to know you. He might be only the faintest bit wolf, but it's enough for him to feel on edge about his pack status. He's beta, second in command and maybe deep down his wolf side needs to show you how strong he is, how well he can provide and care for you. You're going there to get to know him, not to sell yourself. He's a good man. He has a lot of passions, and he wants to show you the things he cares about. This is just as hard for Charlie. He's never been this close to another woman before. It's always been flings, and even those were few and far between."
Hermione sighed and leaned back against the bedrail, processing the information. "Okay, I'll keep my mind open and try not to focus on this being a male ego kind of thing."
"Oh, it definitely is a male ego thing too," Bill laughed. He moved over to her, leaning in close. "It's going to be a week before I can even think about asking you to my bed again, let's make tonight count, Hermione"
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Hermione packed a small case for Romania and felt the excitement grow throughout the day as it got closer and closer for Charlie's time to arrive. She had only been to Romania once, that night she went back to Charlie's and Hermione hadn't seen much of his camp. Bill had told her how beautiful the country and dragon camp was. He had spent a lot of time there, especially after the breakdown of his marriage with Fleur.
Finally, at five o'clock in the afternoon, Charlie appeared in the floo, an excited smile on his face as he stepped towards her. He moved over to where Hermione standing, by the door with the case at her side. Charlie picked up small carry case, pressed a kiss to her lips and held his hand towards hers.
"Ready to ride a dragon?" Charlie asked with a cheeky grin.
"No," Hermione replied, her eyes widening slightly. "I will keep both feet on the ground, or I'm going to be staying here for the next few days, Charlie Weasley."
"Joking Hermione." He walked towards the floor, setting the case inside. "Besides, we don't ride the dragons at my place. We're more of a rescue and release. We look after the babies, get them strong enough to survive in the wild and let them go. We only have poorly, damaged or rare dragons at the Romania camp."
"Rare?" Hermione asked. She had studied about the dragons while waiting for Charlie, but she hadn't read anything on the reserve keeping rare dragons.
"Oh you're in for a treat, Hermione," Charlie smirked at her and pulled her into the floo. With a call of the reserve's name, they disappeared, appearing moments later in Romania.
For the first few hours, Charlie showed her around the camp. It was really big and much busier than when Hermione had been there before. A lot of the dragon keepers were hard at work, some of the looking after small baby dragons. Others were running around shouting for help because of some chaos one of the grown dragons was causing. Charlie had quickly assured Hermione that there was always something going on at the reserve and not to worry about it.
After showing Hermione to the cabin and setting her things in the bedroom, they moved to the living room. Charlie started collecting a pile of blankets and pillows.
"Are we camping out?" Hermione asked as Charlie set the things by the door. "I've lived long enough in a tent if that's what you're planning."
Charlie laughed and made his way over to Hermione. His hands went to her hips as he pulled her closer to him. "It won't be the most comfortable night you'll spend with me, but I promise it will be the most beautiful. Trust me this once? You say the word, and we'll come back here."
Hermione nodded and collected her things, ready for a night outdoors.
A few hours later, when the night had darkened, Charlie led Hermione, along with their camping things out and into the woods. It was a large woods, with trees much taller than anything Hermione had ever seen. They trekked for a few miles, until they finally came to an opening, near a huge lake. Charlie set up camp at the edge of the woods, lighting a fire, building the tent and putting some charms around them so no one, not even animals would be able to see them.
Hermione had helped the best she could, with no idea why Charlie had decided to spend their first real night together out in the woods. She could tell he was nervous and looked a bit tense, she didn't question him too much.
"Nearly time," Charlie spoke, setting a load of blankets on the floor, close to the fire to keep them warm. He sat down, his legs spread and his hand went out towards Hermione.
After only a moment's hesitation, she grabbed his hand and settled between his legs. Her eyes were lost in the darkness, and she stared around to find what Charlie was so fascinated about.
"Near the cave," Charlie whispered in her ear. His hand lifted and he pointed towards a cave next to the lake, opposite where they were sitting. "See the eggs?"
Hermione squinted, but once her eyes focused she could see clearly the four large eggs sitting on a well-built nest. A beautiful dragon made its way out of the cave, it was a maroon colour and the most beautiful creature Hermione had ever seen. It had a lot of features like the Hungarian Horntail, but the colour set it apart from anything Hermione had ever seen.
"What is it?"
"The Bulgarian Coloratum," Charlie explained. "They are very rare, that's why we have them here at the reserve. They are part of a breeding program. There are about twenty in the world. Soon to be twenty-four when those eggs hatch tonight."
"They're hatching tonight?" Hermione asked, her eyes locked on the eggs. Each egg was a different colour, blue, green, yellow and red.
"Yeah, the eggs turn colours just before they hatch. Coloratum roughly translates into coloured. When we looked at their DNA, the Bulgarian Coloratum has a lot of different genes compared to the other dragons."
"So, they are all different colours?" Hermione questions.
"Wait and see," Charlie replied, gesturing towards the eggs.
It was nearly a full hour before the eggs started to hatch. First, the red one broke, and the mother dragon moved closer as her baby made its way into the world. The dragon that fell out was the brightest red Hermione had ever seen. It made its way over to its mother, breathing puffs of air from its nose at it got control of its body. After that, the other three soon hatched and each of them came out a different colour. Soon, Hermione realised the baby dragons were actually changing colours, like the lizards she had seen at the zoo with her parents before. The mother seemed to stay one colour, but the babies were changing into a wide range of colours. They adapted with their backgrounds, blending into the stone of the cave, the colour of the water as they played and drank for the first time.
It was absolutely beautiful.
"Charlie," Hermione whispered, emotions in her voice as she watched the baby dragons play together on their wobbly legs. "You really do have a fantastic job."
Charlie nodded and then pressed his lips just below her ear. "I wanted to show you the reason I would be home late occasionally, or why I might not be around as much as we both would like. I love my family, and I love my job, so I wanted to show you why, in the future, I might need to do some overtime when you're expecting me home."
"If it's for something like this, I hope my place is right beside you, watching," Hermione said and then turning to press a gentle kiss to Charlie's lips. "I don't expect you to change your job and I would never ask you to. If that's what you're worried about then don't be. I can see why you work so hard to save them."
Without a word between them, Charlie stood and helped Hermione to her feet. The pair made their way into the tent, closing it behind them.
Their lips met, a gentle kiss that soon turned hungry. Charlie's tongue pushed into Hermione's mouth as he got a taste of her. His hands went to her hips, and he pulled her on top as he sat down on the hardened ground of the tent floor.
Hermione sat on the crotch of Charlie, her hips beginning to rock for some friction as she felt the heated arousal of Charlie against her stomach. Her hands went to his shirt, undoing the buttons with shaky hands. After a few moments of fumbling, she managed to push the shirt off his shoulders and to the floor.
Charlie grabbed her hands in his as he tried to catch his breath. Their gaze had held before Hermione looked down at Charlie's chest. It was littered with the scars she could remember, each of them with a different tale and it didn't bother Hermione in the slightest.
"You sure?" Charlie asked, his voice sounding uncertain. "Bill told me what he said and yeah, maybe that's some part of it behind you coming here. However, I'm more human than wolf. I want you here because I care about you. You're special to me, Hermione, and I want you here even if it's to watch these beautiful dragons with me."
Hermione leaned forward and pressed her lips to Charlies. Their tongues moved together, creasing each other before they pulled apart. "I don't think a wolf would bring me to the forest to show me dragons. It would have kept me in the cabin with candles and food. Don't kid yourself, Charlie Weasley, you're romantic and you're good at it. And I want you."
"My beautiful girl," Charlie mumbled, his hands going to her hair. He ran his fingers through the brunette strands, feeling the silkiness before he pulled her against him for a hard, rough and demanding kiss.
Their kisses turned heated, their tongues battling it out as they fought for control. Charlie won and found his victor in Hermione's mouth, tasting something unique that he knew he would be addicted to for the rest of his life.
Their clothes came off quickly, with their mouth's still fused together. Buttons went flying as Charlie's patience lost out to Hermione's complicated top with tiny buttons. However, that didn't seem to stop either of them and soon, Charlie was finally able to take in the complete beauty of Hermione's body.
"Christ," Charlie muttered, his hand running over her chest, her flat stomach and then to the junction of her thighs. He creased the wetness there, feeling them dampness that had formed from Hermione's heated body.
Hermione's head fell to Charlie's shoulder as she groaned at his touch. He had skilled fingers that danced over her body. He used her own juices to coat his long fingers before he pushed two inside her body. Hermione groaned at the sudden intrusion, but it was a good feeling as her body stretched for him. Charlie's fingers moved against her, bringing her closer and closer to her peak before he stopped. After a few moments, he would start again, and Hermione cried out in frustration as her heated body begged for release. "Please," Hermione begged, not caring about the desperation in her voice. "Charlie, please."
"Always sweetheart," Charlie promised and this time instead of stopping he helped Hermione reach her peak with his hard working fingers and his thumb pressed against her clit.
They both rested for several minutes catching their breaths as they laid side by side in the tent. Charlie was the first to recover and turned on his side to watch his witch with trouble glinting in his eye. "I did promise a ride on a dragon, how about a ride on a dragon keeper instead?"
"Charlie!" Hermione called, her hand slapping against his chest as she fought to stop the giggle in her throat from escaping.
Charlie laughed and grabbed Hermione around the waist, pulling her over his lap with both of her knees either side of his waist. She was sat just behind his erection as it jutted between them, beads of pre-cum leaking down.
Hermione looked up into Charlie's heated eyes as she ran her hand over it, carefully at first before getting a good firm grip and jerking it. His eyes closed and she heard the catch in his breath at her actions. She moved her hand against him for a few more minutes before Charlie reached out and stopped her. His eyes were full of heat and passion, but Hermione could also see the struggle to keep control of himself as well.
"I want to be inside of you Hermione," Charlie told her, one of his hands running down her spine. "We can play later if you want."
"I've never…"
"I'll help you," Charlie promised her.
With their gaze locked, Hermione moved up from his lap and shuffled forward so she was hovering over his dick. With Charlie's help, they guided his thick and firm erection into her opening. The position gave Hermione the opportunity to go at her own pace and she already liked the position purely because of that.
Slowly, she took inch by inch. He wasn't as big as Bill, but Charlie was really thick, a lot thicker than Hermione had ever imagined, and her pussy stretched, and she felt a bit of a pain as she lowered onto him. Eventually, she was down to the hilt and Hermione rested for a few moments as her body relaxed enough for the pain to pass.
"Help me?" Hermione asked, her breath shaky with nerves.
"Always Hermione," Charlie swore. With his hands on her hips, he helped her move over him, finding a pace that suited them both perfectly. It was harder work for Hermione, but she started to relax and really enjoy it after a bit.
"Lean back," Charlie encouraged, as both of their orgasms loomed. "Right back Hermione." He supported her hips and back as she did as she was told, her back arching. Charlie moved from below her, meeting her thrusts as Hermione continued to move on him too. The new position sent tingles down her spine. It didn't take long in the new position for her orgasm to take over. She tightened around Charlie's dick as she reached her orgasm and the move made Charlie's balls draw up and he found his own bliss alongside hers.
Not long after they lay huddled together, the tent door reopened as they both watched the colourful and playful dragons play and tumble on the water's edge.
It was in those moments of bliss when Hermione realised her future, the job she wanted more than anything else.
She found the job, one that would complete the life she was slowly building for herself and her mates.
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