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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.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
"Bill doesn't have any idea what it could be?" Harry asked, picking up a drawing from the table. Charlie, Remus, and Neville had worked together to draw out a picture of the necklace Fenrir had around his neck. Between the three of them, they came up with a decent image. It was black, diamond-shaped hanging on a gold chain. The black diamond wasn't that big, but the chain was long so that the necklace hung low on Fenrir's chest.
"No," Hermione replied. She took the drawing from Harry and placed in on the table so everyone could have another look. Ron and Harry were on either side of her, with Charlie sitting opposite them on one of the chairs. Charlie had just returned from spending the morning with Bill. They had both done a lot of research on the necklace, but without Bill being able to get his hands on it, he couldn't tell what curse was on it. Diagnosing dark magic from a drawing was virtually impossible.
"Bill said if he could get near it then it would be easier to work it out," Charlie told them. "He's made a list of possible spells that could have been used. Remus managed to cross some off when I showed him the list. It could be anything. Maybe if we lure Fenrir out and get close, Bill might be able to…"
"No," Hermione cut off. She glared across the table at Charlie. "No way are either of you going near that wolf until we work out what dark magic he has at his disposal. He could use it to kill you both."
Ron's laughter was quickly turned into a cough when Hermione turned his way. He was taking the bonding with the Hermione and his brothers better than she suspected. Although, this was the first time they had really hung out together since Hermione had mated with them. Plus, the fact that Ron had started dating Luna Lovegood was helping things. Ron only had one rule, he didn't want to talk about Hermione's relationships, and he didn't want to discuss how he felt about it. They both knew there would come a day when they would have to air out their problems, but for now, they were ignoring them.
"Was she like this on the hunt with you two?" Charlie asked, looking at Harry. The dark-haired boy nodded, not seeming bothered by Hermione's glare. "Poor sods."
"She's been like this since our first year," Ron pointed out. "Don't do that Ron, do your homework, Ron. I'll tell your mother if you do that again, Ron."
"Don't you dare," Hermione warned him, a finger raised. "After all the trouble you two caused, I did my best to help save you. I only told when I had to. Like when Harry got that broomstick from a known mass murder."
"Sirius wasn't a killer," Harry objected.
"We didn't know that at the time!"
"Kids!" Charlie interrupted, chuckling at the glares they all sent his way. "I can't believe I have to be the voice of reason here, but can we move on from your childhood squabbles and focus on the necklace? Yes?"
"Has he always been like this?" Hermione asked Ron, reflecting the question that had been asked about her.
"Ever since his first year at Hogwarts," Ron replied playing along.
Charlie shot a balled-up piece of paper at Ron, laughing when it hit him between the eyes. Eventually, they all got back to work, pouring over the dark arts books and trying to work out what the necklace could be. It was no help, though, and all three boys quickly became hungry and started complaining about a break. Hermione gave in and offered to make some sandwiches if they kept researching. Prompted by food, they got back to work and were soon joined by the twins.
"At least we haven't got another Horcrux on our hands," Ron stated, sitting back in his seat. "That was the worst magic I've ever seen. I don't think I could go through that again."
The room fell silent; everyone turned to open mouth gape at Ron. Even the twins, for the first time in a long time, sat in silence.
"What?" Ron asked. "Hermione, are those sandwiches done?"
Hermione dropped the plate on the bench and spun around. Her hands flew to the picture of the necklace.
"It's a Horcrux," Harry confirmed. "He made one."
"Fenrir couldn't pull off that magic," Charlie pointed out.
"Bellatrix could," Hermione told them. "For a price."
"So, they're working together?" Charlie questioned, frowning at the idea. No one liked the thought of them two working together.
"He's working for her," Hermione said, her mind going back to that day at the Manor. It had been Bellatrix's plan all along. "She's behind all of this. I was Fenrir's reward, and so was this necklace. Bellatrix gave him never-ending life, and she's the only one that could take it away. That's why he's so confident. He knew we couldn't kill him."
"Until now," Harry said, standing. "We'll destroy the Horcrux and kill him."
Ron's head hit the table; a low moan left his lips. "This can't be happening again."
"How did Ron manage to figure this out?" Fred asked, baffled.
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Hermione was pouring over text books, looking into Horcrux's with twins, when Charlie walked in the next day, late from work. He looked exhausted as he flopped down on the chair opposite Hermione and the twins.
"Late night?" Hermione asked, her feet curled up on Fred's lap.
"Had a poorly baby dragon hatch, it was touch and go for a while," Charlie told them. He leaned forward and picked up a book. "You've helped destroy half a dozen Horcruxes, what more could you need to research?"
"It helps to be prepared," Hermione countered. "I'm glad your baby Dragon is okay."
"How do you know it's okay?"
"You wouldn't be home if it wasn't."
"Got you there Charlie," Fred laughed, running his hand up Hermione's leg. He leaned back, muffling a yawn with his hand. "I'm going to get off to bed, need to get up pretty early for the shop opening. Are you still on for Friday Hermione?"
Hermione nodded and leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Fred's lips. "Definitely still up for it. Will you be home early that day?"
"I'll make sure of it," George promised. He stood as well, pressed a kiss to her lips and together, the twins left the room for their beds, leaving Hermione and Charlie behind, alone.
"Where are you two off to?" Charlie asked, moving over to take a seat beside Hermione. "A date night with just one twin? Now I'm intrigued."
"Fred and I are having a wolf-free evening," Hermione teased. "I just thought the only humans in the pack deserved some time together, away from all you hairy beasts."
"Well, sounds like a boring night if I've not been invited," Charlie joked, "Have you told him you love him yet?"
Hermione shook her head, "Not yet." She leaned forward to place the book on the table, making sure to bookmark the page she was at, then she leaned back, resting against Charlie's side. "I'm going to tell him Friday. George has sworn he never said anything about what I told him. I haven't had much chance to get Fred alone to tell him."
"You could tell him while on the toilet, and he would still be happy," Charlie told her. "It wouldn't be romantic or anything, but he still would be glad to hear the words. We all were. Plus at least that way he has a funny story to tell in the future."
"I'll keep that idea in the maybe column."
Charlie laughed, and the two snuggled together on the couch, listening to the noises of the muggle street. Then, Charlie spoke, "There is something I want to ask. Something I'm sure you think will be silly, but I want you to think about it. You can say no, just wanted to ask you about it."
Hermione nodded and waited for him to explain. Charlie grabbed her hands and opened them, showing off the white tattoos that the twins had given her during the bonding ceremony. Then he brushed the hair off her neck, his finger reaching up to trace along the bite marks she'd received from Bill and George.
"I had an idea," Charlie told her, his eye's going to hers to gage her reaction. "Something that's just ours, like the others have shared with you."
"You want to bite me?" Hermione smiled, joking.
"My teeth are a bit too blunt for that," Charlie chuckled. "Although there are a few places I wouldn't mind sinking my teeth. Your arse in those jeans is…"
"Charlie."
"I want a tattoo, like the twins," Charlie told her. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a notepad and showed off a sketch. The dragon on the paper was moving, its skin changing color as it breathed out the fire. "It's a charmed dragon; it can change depending on your mood. I wanted one for myself, but my friend knows a spell that charm it for the other person's emotions. So, no matter how late I'm working or difficult things get, I know you're okay. I know tattoos aren't your thing, so I just wanted to suggest an idea. I want one for my own, though. Either way."
Hermione watched him and then her gaze fell to the notepad. The dragon was cute, and it looked like the dragon's she'd watched with Charlie, the night they first slept together out in the forest. She knew wizarding tattoos were different from the muggle ones and could be charmed. Hermione had never been one for tattoos.
"Can I think about it?" Hermione asked, leaning forward and into Charlie to press a kiss on his lips. "It's a nice idea, Charlie. I like the thought of knowing you're okay while you're working."
Charlie grinned and leaned into her, his hands going to her hips, "I like the thought of marking you. Does that make me a caveman?"
"Total caveman," Hermione agreed, laughing when Charlie brought his mouth to her neck and started kissing her. "Don't tell me you're affected by my heat too. Between you, Bill and George I'm going to be weak at the knees."
"Can't smell anything love, just feel pretty horny around you," Charlie told her, he chuckled then added, "More than usual. Maybe whatever part of me has a bit of wolf knows you're in heat."
"Or maybe you're just led by your hormones.
"That makes more sense. Now, hands up Hermione, I'm going to pick the spot for my dragon."
Hermione rolled her eyes, slapping her hand against his shoulder, "I said I was thinking about it."
"Still got to pick my place, so let's get these clothes off."
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Thursday afternoon Hermione returned from work, exhausted and drained from her busy day. The house was unusually silent, which was very rare for the Weasley pack house. For a few moments, she wandered around the house, checking bedrooms and bathrooms. No one was in sight. Using her wand, Hermione cast a locator spell, and it led her to the basement door. They hadn't used the basement much, but the twins and Charlie mentioned wanting to do it up for Bill during the full moon. With the wolfbane potion in him, he would be able to turn and sleep off the potion downstairs, in the basement. It was a good idea, but the place needed a lot of work.
Hermione pushed the door open and made her way door stairs. To her surprise, the boys had been busy. The black and crumbling walls were now newly plastered and painted in a cream colour. There was a fresh layer of paint on the stairs leading down to the basement and a lot more lighting. Previously the place had been dangerous, with only a lit wand to guide their travels to the bottom floor. Now, the new lights lit the place up and showed how big it was.
The four men were in the middle of the empty basement, their wands drawn. The twins were one side, facing Charlie and Bill.
"I know we don't have rules, but if you bite me I'm going to break your nose," Charlie warned, his wand pointed in George's direction. "I have enough marks from dragons; I'd have to pass that bite mark off as a love bite from Granger."
"I think you should do it just to see Mums face," Fred joked, looking over at his twin.
Hermione made her way down the rest of the stairs, alerting them the boys to her presence. They all turned and smiled at her, offering her a welcome. "Do I want to know?" Hermione asked, making her way over to Fred and George, placing a hand on their arms. They both turned and pressed a kiss to her cheek in welcome. "I'm an only child, so I can't be certain, but I'm sure siblings don't turn basements into a battle zone just to see who gets the last chocolate biscuit."
"That's already been fought and won," Bill spoke up. "This is just a bit of practice. Plus, Charlie and I have always enjoyed kicking the arse of these two. Keeps them in their place."
"No one has ever kept us in our place," George objected.
"Just ask Mum."
"Or McGonagall."
"And Ginny," Fred said, then he hesitated, "Actually, don't ask her."
Hermione rolled her eyes at the twins and focused on Bill, trying to get some sense out of him. "So instead of blowing up the furniture, you lot decided to come down here and blow up the entire house in a battle of wit?"
"We came down here to clear out the basement," Charlie answered.
Fred coughed loudly, "I think you'll find we cleared the basement." Fred gestured to his twin than himself. "These two lazy gits came and helped finish off the painting."
"Anyway," Charlie continued. "Then we realised just how big this place was, so Bill suggested we have a bit of a duel. How about you offer us a bit of incentive, Hermione? The winner gets to keep you warm tonight."
Hermione Granger was most certainly not a prize to be won, but a contender. "How about whoever wins get to face off against me?" When the boys snorted, she glanced around. "Unless you boys don't like a challenge?"
Despite the boy's uncertainty, they took up the challenge. Hermione kept out of the way as they fought. Charlie and Bill were more experienced, but the twins had their uncanny ability to know what the other was thinking. In the middle of the battle, they would change dueling partners, ultimately confusing their brothers. Hermione hadn't realised how good of a duller the twins were, but they had taken down the Lestrange brothers, something Hermione would never forget.
Bill and Charlie had strength on their side, power, and ability. They knew far more complex spells, especially Bill and his years of traveling with work. Many times, Hermione had to duck as the walls crumbled around her. As she suspected, it wasn't the best place for a duel, especially as the walls had just been repaired. Now they would need to redo a few spots and strengthen the walls if they wanted to duel in the future.
Eventually, all the boys started to grow tired. Fred took out Charlie, but then Bill was just as strong on his own and quickly took out George when the boy was too busy gloating about winning. With it left to Fred and Bill, they fought harder than before. Bill was the stronger wizard, but Hermione felt the surge of pride that Fred was still standing for the final two. The only one amongst the brothers with no enhanced abilities.
"That stinging hexes bloody hurt," Charlie complained as he made his way over to Hermione, along with George. The three of them leaned against the wall, watching Fred use a shielding charm to fight off some of the nastier hexes from Bill. "Our alpha's pretty good with a wand, isn't he?"
"And he knows it," George agreed.
"Cocky bugger," Charlie complained, then flashed Hermione a smile. "It's good practice, especially with us all forgetting about all the Death Eaters roaming around still. We might have to make a habit of this."
Hermione glanced around the basement, "I don't think the walls agree with you," she pointed out. "It is a good idea, though. Perhaps next time we can get Harry and Ron to join, have a real battle."
"If we bring down the boy-who-no-sod-could-kill then at least we get bragging rights for the rest of the year," Charlie noted.
"The rest of our life," George corrected. "Brought down the Dark Lord, but was defeated by George's stringing hex."
"Has a nice ring to it brother."
Hermione shook her head and looked back on the duel. Bill and Fred were still fighting, but Fred was obviously growing tired. Nevertheless, instead of Bill taunting and going in for the kill, he was teaching and encouraging Fred. He called out a few spells that would weaken a werewolf, some things that Fred with his human blood could use if he ever got into a fight with Fenrir or the pack.
"Darthroute dulls the senses," Bill instructed, "You can use that spell to dull a werewolf's senses, only for a short while, but it would be enough to dull a young pup and confuse them. Don't use it around us, though, you cast that spell, and it'll work for us all."
After teaching Fred, a few more spells to help him out in battle, Bill took him out with a few simple stringing hexes. He shook hands with his younger brother after, helping him to his feet. Bill was proud of his pack and loved the opportunity to help teach and learn. Fred had no enhanced abilities like the others, so for him to outlast the other two made Bill proud of him. Technically he was the weakest in the pack, at least to Bill's senses. The alpha looked out for the weaker ones.
"Are we fighting now?" Hermione asked, stepping up with her wand drawn.
Bill gave her a cocky smile, then leaned down to scope Hermione up in his arms. "We're not doing our fighting down here witch." Then, Bill walked up the stairs with his witch in his arms, up to his room.
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