Bill Weasley was haunted, haunted by chestnut curls, chocolate eyes and the tantalising scent of vanilla and Jasmine as well as the taste of honeyed kisses and the sweet, salted nectar of Hermione's most private place. He had been this way for almost three years now, three excruciatingly long years that had seen the end of his marriage to Fleur, his ex-wife knew that the wolf within him craved another and was unwilling to be the one he settled for. He hadn't always craved the witch who smelled so sweet, at first, she'd been his little brother's best friend, ten years his junior, she was brave and smart, pretty for sure but was certainly nobody he'd fancy, want as a life partner, besides Ron had been in love with her. But then he'd been attacked by Greyback and though he wasn't a werewolf, he still had many wolf-like tendencies; one of which was the need to find his mate, the one witch perfectly compatible with himself. He'd thought that it was Fleur, he had loved the beautiful blonde, or at least he thought he had, perhaps it was just intense infatuation he had felt for his ex, but they'd had a whirlwind romance, marrying before they should, due to the fear of the impending war.
It was like he'd been wearing rose tinted glasses, Fleur and he had been perfect together until the moment that they weren't, it all changed the day Ron and his friend's arrived, Hermione hovering between life and death, having been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange. Something shifted within him that day and the wolf was angry as it took in the coppery scent of blood mixed in with the sweet, vanilla and jasmine. He'd smashed up his study enraged on behalf of the young girl who his wife was tending too, he wanted Bellatrix to suffer, to die painfully for she had dared to lay a hand on his mate. Bill had frozen as the word slipped across his subconscious, Hermione couldn't be his mate, she was young, far too young; only eighteen while he was twenty-eight, besides she clearly harboured feelings for Ron and it would be wrong to get in the way of that, and he had Fleur, he was married, had been since August.
Bill had decided that very same day that he'd learnt Hermione was his mate, that nothing would come of it, he'd never tell his little brother's best friend, would never tell anyone. Fleur knew something was different though, he couldn't love her the way he once had, knowing that the person who would complete his soul was out there, near enough to smell but never to touch. Fleur was smart, she didn't need him to tell her that he'd found his mate, she knew, she didn't ask any questions just handed him the divorce papers, already signed, and kissed his cheeks twice, before exiting Shell Cottage, a suitcase in hand. The last he'd heard of his ex-wife, she was in a relationship with a French Quidditch player, he hoped she was happy, that her new beau gave her his whole heart, the way, he'd been unable too.
As for Hermione, she'd had her own relationships in the past three years, Bill had kept his distance but couldn't help keeping track of the petite witch. For the first year after the Final Battle, she'd dated Ron while they both attended their final year at Hogwarts with other students who hadn't been able to complete their education during the final year of the war. Their relationship had been fiery, they loved deeply and fought valiantly but ultimately it ended up in flames, though they loved each other, once the bubble that was Hogwarts popped, his younger brother and Hermione had realised they wanted very different things in the world. Ron wanted a stay-at-home wife and children while Hermione wanted to create a name for herself, to work, to have a career that meant something. After a massive row, they'd both decided that they should just be friends. This would have been the perfect time to swoop in and claim the witch as his own, but Bill couldn't do that, wouldn't do that to Ron, even though he said he was happy been friends with Hermione, he knew his youngest brother would be angry if he was to date the witch he viewed as his. So Bill had stayed in the shadows watching as Hermione became an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries, as she managed to pull Sirius Black back from beyond the Veil and as she continued to date countless wizards, none of whom were worthy to breathe the same air as the woman who had stolen his heart.
Bill was a week man though, and despite promising himself that he should keep his distance, he'd been tempted to taste the fruit, like Eve, he'd found himself giving into temptation and tasting what had most definitely been forbidden. It had been four months since his first taste, a heated kiss under the enchanted mistletoe at a Christmas party Sirius had held in December. It was a onetime thing he promised himself, she'd been trapped and he'd helped to free her, he could live with the sweet taste of honey on his tongue, the scent of vanilla and jasmine that still clung to the clothes he'd worn that evening from the woman who'd pressed against him, panting, as he kissed down the expanse of her throat while his hands dug into her chestnut curls, musing them from their coiled perfection.
Every time he thought of that evening, he got hard, his cock straining against his pants at the thought of the witch who was slowly driving him crazy. He wonders what would have happened if they'd continued, if Sirius hadn't walked into the library as he'd been on his knees, his fingers thrusting deep within her while his mouth sucked firmly upon her clit, sucking and licking as she mewled, her back arching against the bookshelf she rested against, her fingers tugging his long hair, holding him closer as she grinded her core against his face. Would they have gone all the way, made love, fucked? Would she have let him claim her, to bite the pulse point in her neck? He wasn't sure what would have happened, for the sweet witch had blushed, rightening her black lacy knickers and pulled her raised green dress back down to cover her soaked thighs, hiding her pussy from his heated view. She'd muttered goodbye and ran out the room, past a wide-eyed Sirius and that was the last time Bill had seen the witch until now that is.
Bill had been sat in the Hogshead having a drink with a few colleagues when he'd glanced out of the grimy windows and saw a familiar head of chestnut curls hurrying down the Highstreet.
"Excuse me gents," he said rising from his seat, he placed a handful of coins on the table to cover the cost of his drink and quickly exited the pub to follow the girl that haunted him.
"Hermione," he called, the girl did not pause, gave no indication she'd heard the words shouted to her, she probably hadn't as it was April now and today was very blustery, his voice had simply been lost upon the wind. Bill inhaled and was hit by her scent blowing towards him, calling for him to follow, to chase, to claim his mate, the other part of his soul. He followed quickly, unwilling to let her get away from him again, Hermione was his and she needed to know that. He watched as she slipped down a small alley that led off the Highstreet and he followed, like a cat chasing a mouse, he stalked behind her, following her as she weaved through the small streets of the Scottish village.
Eventually she entered a small door on one of the backstreets of Hogsmeade, to a store he'd never entered before; a creaky sign with a large book told him that the store was called Fiddlesticks Books, Bill couldn't help but smile, of course Hermione would be going to a bookstore, he approached quietly, and pushed open the peeling red door, a small melodic bell announcing his entrance as he stepped across the threshold into the warm store.
A fire stood prominent on one wall, while the other four were lined with bookshelves that towered high into the air, rolling ladders lent against the shelves, allowing one to reach the higher books and comfortable squishy chairs were placed randomly around the store for one to read if they wanted too. He and Hermione were the only two within the store, he had no idea where the owner or clerk were but, in that moment, Bill thanked his lucky stars that they were alone. Bill watched the witch who was stood on one of the ladders, her shapely arse level with his face, he moved to stand behind her silently, appreciating her body with his eyes.
"Hermione," he breathed his voice a rumble in the silent store, the curly haired girl froze, like a deer in headlights, there was a hint of fear in the air, but Bill could smell the salty scent of desire, her core dampening at his presence.
"Bill," she whispered, twisting to see him.
"You've been avoiding me," he accused.
"I haven't," she protested as she descended the ladder, turning to face him her head held high.
"You haven't been to Sunday lunch in weeks and missed every game night at WWW over the course of the past four months," he said, raising his hand to stroke her soft cheek with one of his calloused fingers, Hermione pressed her face against him, her chocolate eyes fixed on his as she nibbled nervously at her lower lip, Bill wished he was the one nibling the succulent pink flesh.
"I had research to do," she told him.
"What kind of research, little dove," he asked, inhaling her tantalising scent with a groan.
"On mates," she said, turning her head, baring her neck to him, allowing him to smell her sweet skin more freely, he couldn't resist leaning forward to kiss her neck, licking it, smelling it, Hermione moaned, and Bill felt giddy as she let this happen, as she bared her neck to him further, letting him trail his lips along her flesh.
"Sirius is right isn't he, I'm your mate," she asked quietly, the wolf within him preened as she declared herself his mate and Bill sucked hard enough on her pulse point to leave a bruise on her porcelain flesh.
"Mine," he growled, grabbing her, and pulling her against him, his lips claiming hers in a fierce kiss, Hermione whined, running her hands through his hair as he devoured her mouth with his.
"What do you want from me," she asked between kisses.
"Whatever you're willing to give me, I want you to be happy," he said as he kissed down her throat once more, one hand slipping under her blouse, to pinch one of her firm nipples through the fabric of her bra. Hermione groaned and he lifted her up, wrapping her thighs around his waist as he pushed her against the bookshelves and ripped open her lilac blouse, palming at her breasts with firm hands before sucking on one of her hardened peaks through the thin lace of her white bra.
"Please," she begged, grinding herself against his bulge, her hands deftly undoing his zipper and pushing his trousers down, frustrated that she couldn't get them down quick enough, Hermione snapped her fingers and their clothes vanished from their bodies, appearing discarded on the floor beside them. God she was fucking magnificent, beautiful, and begging for him to fuck her. Bill would take anything Hermione was willing to give him, because her happiness was his main prerogative, it's why he'd waited three years before kissing her, why he'd tried to keep it secret that she was his mate. Sure Ron would likely be angry, and others would likely not agree with Bill dating the young Unspeakable, but he'd take whatever she'd give him and be thankful that she seemed to like him in return. Kissing her against the bookshelves, Hermione moaning as she ground herself against his cock, begging him to fuck her, Bill couldn't help but think that he was one lucky bugger, screw anyone who didn't agree, he was done with been the good guy and now he'd tasted the forbidden fruit, he'd have the rest of it, for as long as Hermione wanted him, he'd be hers.
"If you don't put your cock inside me and start fucking me, I'm going to find someone else that will," Hermione told him," Bill growled.
"Mine," he told her resolutely as he thrust his cock firmly within her tight heat, penetrating her deeply, the tip of his swollen cock brushing against her womb before he pulled out of her and slammed into her harder than he had the first time, Hermione whimpered, her head lolling against the books as he built his pace, fucking her hard and fast in the abandoned store.
"Yours," she breathed, the wolf within him howled with victory as he thrust, within the walls of his soulmate, Bill lifted her right leg, so it rested over his shoulder, leaving her left leg wrapped around his waist above his arse as he thrust even deeper within her, Hermione whimpering needily with each additional harsh thrust he made within her soaking cunt.
"My mate, my good girl," he breathed as he fucked her, her walls fluttering tightly around his shaft.
"Claim me," she begged as he continued to thrust within her, her back hitting the bookshelves as he moved, she'd have bruises come morning, but Hermione didn't seem to care, as she scratched at his shoulders with her nails and tugged on his hair, groaning and moaning, her body flushed and sweaty as they fucked each other. Bill groaned, reaching down to roll her clit between his fingers, it was swollen and tender, as he rubbed it her walls clenched around him tightly, her body rocking as she came. Bill sunk his teeth into her neck where he'd previously left love bites above her pulse point, swiping his tongue over the wound, cleaning away the coppery blood and soothing away any pain he may have caused as Hermione screamed in pleasure, her eyes rolling backwards as she squirted around his shaft, with one final thrust he came within her, filling her with his seed.
"Mine, my beautiful mate," he told her, as she came back around, whining as he pulled himself out of her, their combined release running down her thighs. Bill kissed her needily as he lowered her to the ground.
"Yours," she moaned, collapsing against him on wabbly legs, Bill wrapped his arms around her, summoned their discarded clothes and apparated them to Shell Cottage where he placed Hermione on his bed, kissing her sweetly as he made his way down her body, licking their combined juices from her dripping core as she whimpered, her back arching.
"More," she groaned, Bill grinned wolflike and set to work, Hermione would never be left unsatisfied with him as her lover, he'd make sure of it. He'd claimed his mate and it was his responsibility to ensure she was happy in all aspects of her life. As he licked and sucked, his fingers thrusting within her, Bill couldn't be happier that he'd plucked the forbidden fruit.
"Bill," Hermione sighed, her hips rising, her walls clenching as he rolled his tongue across her clit, his fingers thrusting against her G-spot.
"Come for me love," he whispered, breathing cold air onto her swollen jewel, Hermione came, whimpering as she rocked against his hand, Bill watched her come undone and couldn't help hoping that he'd get to see this everyday of his life, he'd never seen anything as beautiful as Hermione when she was primal, euphoric, experiencing pure pleasure. Bill would no longer be haunted by chestnut curls, chocolate eyes and the tantalising scent of vanilla and Jasmine as well as the taste of honeyed kisses and the sweet, salted nectar of Hermione's most private place. He wouldn't be haunted because in this moment as Hermione came down from the high of release, he vowed that he wouldn't do anything to fuck this up, he'd do anything to keep Hermione by his side, so they could experience every day together, he was already in love with the witch, had been for close to three years and had the patience to wait for her to be ready for each milestone life would bring. He wanted it all; marriage and a family filled with curly haired children but unlike Ron who had demanded those things instantly, Bill valued Hermione's needs. He had no issues with Hermione been driven or her career, if the time came when they'd be ready to start a family, he wouldn't expect her to give up her dreams, they could both work and have a family which they'd parent together, Bill wasn't interested with having a relationship like his parents, he was a modern man and Hermione was a modern woman, together they'd make it work, he was sure of that. For now though as he wrapped Hermione in his arms, settling her chestnut curls against his chest, he was content to take things slow and see what each day would bring, life with Hermione by his side was sure to be interesting, she was smart, beautiful, and magnificent, not to mention, the sex they'd just had was the best he'd ever experienced. Bill was certain he and his mate would be very happy indeed.