Disclaimer: I already said I don't own any recognizable characters. The song does not belong to me either. It belongs to the greatest band on the face of this planet: HIM. And the lace pants aren't mine. That belongs to the great author of Hiro Breaks It Down. Go read it at if you want more info on it.

AN: Hi people. Now before you jump my case, no I didn't steal this from tsusoka13. I simply changed my name and took the story down to repair the typos. Yes, I finally got off of groundment (is that a word?) and have gotten my lazy butt back to working on this. So, I hope you enjoy it.

Brotherhood of the Wolf

Chapter Four: Of Rock Stars and Lace Pants.

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Rion gasped lightly in shock, but quickly schooled his face into a cheerful smile. He greeted Bill's family and was ushered into their home. Bill smiled reassuredly, placing his hand on the small of Rion's back, guiding the younger into the gravity defying house.

"So, you're the friend Bill was bringing home for the weekend," Mrs. Weasley stated, eyeing the boy her son brought home.

"Yes'm. My name's Rion. Spelled R-I-O-N, but pronounced 'Ryan'. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Bill's words don't do you justice."

Mrs. Weasley blushed lightly, "Flattery will get you no where," she smacked him lightly on the arm. Frowning, she looked him over again. "Look at you! You're nothing but skin and bones! Well, we'll just have to do something about that, won't we?" Turning to her eldest she said, "Don't just stand there, dear! Get you're things up to your and Charlie's old room and then help get the tables set up."

Bill smiled at Rion and moved to do his mother's bidding. Giving a brief smile in return, Rion made to follow Mrs. Weasley into the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help?"

"No, dear! You are a guest in this house. I will not permit it."

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Ron felt uneasy. It felt like he had met Rion before, but couldn't remember where. Shrugging it off, he returned to the snap game he was playing against Harry and George.

"So, how much of a friend you think this Rion is to Bill," Fred smirked, watching as the new one tried convincing Mrs. Weasley into letting him help.

"Dunno. But if the looks say anything, I'd bet a pretty close one," he snickered, throwing down another card.

"Supper's on," Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out a few minutes later. "Come now, everyone outside."

As soon as they were seated, everyone began piling the delicious food onto their plates. Conversation began it's rounds around the table, varying from the Ministry to Quidditch to the all important How Bill and Rion met.

"I bet is was awfully romantic," Ginny giggled, giving Bill the look.

Bill rolled is eyes at his sister's antics. "Actually," Rion said, pushing his food around, "we met at a concert. We ran into each other as people were making their way out. Then we ran into each other at a market and just started chatting. End of story."

"Nothing special there, but what happened after you started chatting?"

Bill aimed a glare at an unfazed Fred, "Let's leave that to your interpretation, shall we?"

"Oooohhh!" Chorused around the table.

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"Now where did I put it," Ron muttered to himself as he began digging through a pile of dirty clothes.

"What's he doing," Hermione asked, entering the room.

"Looking for a CD," Harry replied, not looking up from his Transfiguration book.

"Hm." Was the only reply.

"Why don't you go and put your stuff away, I'll do this," Bill said, taking the dish out of Rion's hands.

"Sure, take away any feeling of me being useful," came the sarcastic reply.

"Mum'll have my head if she saw you doing dishes. So it'd be best for the both of us if you went and unpacked," he leaned down and gave Rion a peck on the lips. "Second Floor, third door to your left."

"Fine."

Rummaging through the over-crammed bookcase, Ron's hand finally clasped around the CD case he had been searching for. He glanced at the cover, admiring the beautiful display of wolves howling with the words BROTHERHOOD OF THE WOLF scrawled in the full moon. Opening the case to get the prized CD, he paused when his eyes caught sight of the CD. There, staring him in the face, was the one thing he'd been racking his brains out all day for.

"THAT'S WHERE," he crowed.

"Where what," came the startled voices of Harry and Hermione.

"Look at this!" Ron made his way towards his bed. "All day I couldn't help the feeling that I'd seen Rion somewhere before and here it is," excitment raced through him as he showed his friends his find. "Rion is Orion Black, the lead singer to Brotherhood of the Wolf! It was his concert Bill and him met at!"

Hermione stared in fascination at the CD. "It is, it's him."

"My brother's friends with a famous rock star! And said rock star is in my home," he paused in his pacing, "I have to get him to autograph this!" Grabbing the case out of Hermione's hands, he hurriedly made his way to their guest.

In oblivious garden
The bodies of fire
Writhing to warmth the angel devine
To learn how to die
In peace with her heart

As Ron neared the door to Bill's room, he could he the sultry voice of the rock idol. Grasping the CD case tighter, he knocked on the door. Receiving no answer, but still hearing the voice within, he ventured it safe to open the door. What met him was something he wasn't prepared for.

"OMIGOD!"

"Well," prompted Mrs. Weasley.

"Well what, mum," Bill played along.

"Well, I can't understand why Fleur wasn't good enough."

"Mum, don't. It was a mutual break up. We just weren't meant for each other."

"But you and Rion are?"

"In my opinion yes," Bill rolled his eyes for what seemed the thousandth time since this conversation started. "You don't know him yet. Once you do, you'll understand what I see in him."

"Be that as it may--" her next sentence was interrupted by a loud "OMIGOD!" that floated down the stairs.

Both Bill and Mrs. Weasley dashed up the stairs to see what the commotion was about. Standing in front of Bill's room was Ron, eyes wide and jaw slack.

"What happened," George panted, coming down the stairs. "We heard a yell and--oh!" Moving in front of Ron, he waved a hand in front of his brother's face. Slowly, Ron's eyes blinked, his jaw snapped closed, and he made his way back to his room.

"Wonder what the cause of that was," Mrs. Weasley said, her eyes following Ron up the stairs.

"That might've," Fred said, pointing inside of Bill's room.

Three pairs of eyes turned to look. There, with head phones on, was Rion, dancing around, singing along, and only wearing a pair of frilly, white, lace pants.