Disclaimer: Holding my breath isn't going to help change the fact they don't belong to me. Damn.

Chapter Nineteen

You are mine…

"No." I answered struggling so that he would release my hands, but his grip grew tighter and the more I fought the deeper his nail sunk into my flesh. "Fred there's no need for you to do this." I tried. Maybe he would hear my plead and stop this assault. His once ocean blue eyes were more of a dark color now. He lowered his face to mine but I turned away.

"I want you to look at me when I say this to you; I want your eyes to see mine." I refused to look at him as he spoke those words. My eyes closed automatically as afraid of what he was going to tell me. I heard him murmur a chant and then I felted my wrists bound by something rougher than his hand. It felt like ropes. He didn't? I tried moving my legs from beneath his body but they were bound as well. Bloody bastard. Then his cold hands were on my face and he turned my head back towards his. My eyes remain shut.

"I won't ask you to open your eyes again, so let's save me the trouble of using a spell for that as well." I could feel his warm breath so close to my face. Don't do it. Don't do. I could hear my stubborn side say. Must obey self. When he didn't get a respond from me I heard a low chuckle. The melting sensation went through my body as I felt his lip trailing along the right side of my neck. What was he doing? He was placing small kisses there. Then he stopped right at the base where my neck and shoulder met. Still my eyes remain closed, that is until I felt something sharp bite down on my skin. My body slammed upwards into his and I felt my wrists rub against the rope painfully. The tears I could feel forming in my eyes.

"FRED, STOP." I cried out. He didn't hear me as I felt him sinking his teeth deeper. He was trying to break my skin to leave a bruise. This felt so brutal I could feel the tears fall.

"Fred, stop please." I couldn't move from beneath his body, it was so hard and impossible to budge. I felt liquid dripping from my neck. He had bit me like a vampire and drew blood. That was not humanly possible. I could feel the blood running in all directions. Then it trailed down towards the valley of my breast. His eyes met with my tear filled ones.

"Listen now darling Hermione. You are mine. There will never be anyone else. Anyone who dare touches you from this point on will surely die." His tone was harsh.

"Let me go now." I ordered refusing to stay still. I could feel my throat throbbing from the bleeding he had caused.

"We're not done." He smirked as he reached for the necklace around his neck. What now? Please God save me. "This will sting a bit." That was the understatement of the year as he pressed one of the rings on there to my skin where the blood had flown. He had just placed it just above my left breast. His lips pressed into mine as he silence my screaming. He pushed it in farther breaking the barrier and I continued to scream from my throat but his lips were blocking the sound. I wriggled and thrashed around from the pain he was inflicting. Why? Oh why me?

"Aeternus eternus." He said as he released my lips. I was breathing heavily from all the energy trying to get lose and the impact of the pain. I felt the sudden burning in my skin as those words he spoke engraved itself around the circle he had made. Aeternus eternus. That was Latin. That I was sure, why would he use a Latin binding spell? There was no time to ponder as he slit the side of his wrist and watch the blood drip onto my burning skin. Was this the blood link? This was beyond cruel. Then I felt the ropes from my wrist loosen. And he pulled me into a sitting position as he removed the ring and placed it back around his neck.

Silent tears they were still falling from the pain but I tried to suppress the noise which had threatened to come out by force. My legs were still bound, he leaned closer holding both my wrist, and I didn't have time to blink as I saw his nail slice the skin from my right hand and the blood streaming down from it. I never knew my vocals were capable of such a high note but there it was as I screamed from the sudden slash. He pulled my wrist to his lips and then he drank my blood. That was not natural.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled trying to pull my hand away.

"Drinking you up." This was beyond anything normal. "This is just part of the blood link. I'll save the rest for another time." I could feel my heart pound drastically in my chest. I looked down to see the branding that he had given me. Even though the ring was small the circle on my chest was three times it size and it would be visible if I ever decide to wear something low cut. My legs were released and my first instinct was to get up and go but he had pulled me aggressively onto his lap.

"You are mine." He said in a low tone. I stared into his blue eyes with as much hatred I could muster.

"I hate you." I spat at him. He pressed his finger to where my mark was. The pain was still fresh and I jerked away from his touch.

"And I want you." His grip was still on both my wrist again. My body was responding to this intimate touch. Why? That was wrong. But I knew it was probably because of the pheromones. You probably want him too. I heard myself say. No, I don't. There was the denial. He kissed me again with my blood on his lips. It was a bitter salty taste. He then slowly lowered me to the floor once more.

"Fred, please I'm not ready yet, don't do this." I tried after he released our lips. His arms were now resting on both sides of my head. My hands were in between his chest. He took a deep breath, yet it seemed that what I said went in one ear and out the other as he removed what was left of Ginny's white shirt and I felt the cool air touch my bare skin. I could see the blood stains on it. He watched my eyes I as gazed at the one thing that hid my torso from his view. Seeing that I had been distracted, he kissed my bruised neck once again and I took in a breath as I felt his.

"It's a shame really." With that said he sat up pulling me long with him.

"What?" I asked feeling a little relieved.

"Leaving you untouched." He had the smug look on his face now. He unbuttoned his white collar shirt which left me staring at his tone bare chest.

"Why is it that you get to brand me and I get nothing out of it but pain?" I question realizing that what he had done was permanent and there was no way to remove it. There could be. Said a hopeful voice in my head, but I knew better that any spells used or spoken in Latin would be definitely permanent. That impossible prat.

"The pheromones are ancient as to which my dear, is about the dominating male. It's not personal just a way for the man to keep her all to himself." That was outrageous. What kind of stupid idiot thought up that idea? I was not someone's property.

"Ownership of someone nowadays is overrated." I comment causing him to smirk as he placed his shirt over my shoulders. The fabric was rough against my now sensitive skin.

"I agree." He nodded and tilted my chin up to look at him. He placed a soft kissed on my now swollen lips. "Put the shirt on Hermione or I won't be able to restrain myself." I was so shocked by the sudden change in the atmosphere around us that I hadn't realize he was back to normal. Well at least less aggressive. That didn't excuse the mark he left on me though. Then I felt his fingers reaching for the shirt as he lazily button it up.

"You used some Latin words in that spell. What was it?" I asked seeing them around the circle before he closed the gap.

"Aeternus eternus." He spoke those words. "I'm not sure what it means."

"How can you not know what it means? You engraved it into my flesh." I looked up at him now feeling confused.

"It's not anything horrible if that's what you think. Professor Lupin told that was the one I should use. It sounds nice though." He stood up and reached out his hand for mine. How come professor Lupin knew so much about this pheromones thing? After he pulled me to my feet, he used his wand to clean the floor erasing any evidence that there was anyone there. His shirt was massive almost like a dress to me, I seen as I picked Ginny's shirt from off the ground.

"Should throw that out." He said as we walked towards the fireplace.

"I thought it be best if I kept it as a souvenir." I said sarcastically.

"If that's what you want, I mean it did show off more of your body then I care for anyone else to see." His voice sounded amused by his face hinted at nothing but an expressionless look.

"Are we going home now?" I asked unsure were he would take me.

"There's a celebration to be held. We have to attend." He mentions the party that George was throwing.

"Do I have to go? I want to go home." I tried. He only just nodded and waving his wand the candles light went out.

"But this is too big a shirt to wear around." I told him stepping into the fireplace as well. "Of all the places you chose to do this why here?" I asked needing as much answers to the questions I had floating in my head.

"I didn't have a choice either, and you shouldn't look as good as you do if you didn't want my pheromones acting up." He replied. The contract, I remembered. "Besides this way everyone will know what has crossed between us if they see you wearing my shirt."

He winked them. I blushed at his bluntness. He lowered his head to mine and kissed me on the cheek. He was willing to walk into the party bare chest with just a pair of jeans on. Although that wasn't something that should surprise anyone he was always doing stuff like that before. Then I noticed the tattoo along the left side of his lower back. It was what he had in engraved on my chest. Aeternus eternus.

"Fred…" I started and he looked at what I was pointing at. "You have it too."

"See I have it too now there's really no argument on your part about this being unfair." Yes. But he didn't have to go through what I went through.

"Did it just appear there?" I asked. He shook his head. How did it get on his flesh? Was it the same time as me? When did that happen?

"Tell Ginny I'll buy her a new shirt." Then he threw the powder and we were standing in inside George's place. Everyone was there. They cheered as we entered holding hands. Why was he avoiding that question?

"Hermione are you all right?" Ginny asked as she rushed to my side. She looked up growling at her smirking brother. I nodded but she pressed her hands around my body turning me, checking for injuries. Then Katie was by my side checking my face for hints of assault. They gasps at seeing my neck.

"What did you do to her?" Katie glared at him with her hands on her waist.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He winked kissing my forehead before he released my hand and started wondering off towards his twin. Who I could see standing on the table raising his glass towards the guys that surrounded him. Harry and Ron included.

"That's why I asked you big git." Katie scorned. He blew her a kiss and disappeared from our view.

"That idiot." Ginny said still holding onto my arm.

"George refused to tell us what was going on, but all he did was wink at the guys and they got it. What are we missing Hermione?" Katie was saying as she continued to shoot hard looks towards the male population.

"Come here." I demanded as we walked into the kitchen. I lowered my shirt enough so that they were able to see the mark. They both gasp covering their mouths.

"Blimey that must have hurt." Ginny said leaning closer to read the inscription.

"George scared us to death all for the sake of a mark, not that this wasn't a huge deal Hermione is just I was so dreading what Fred would have done to you." Katie let out a breath.

"Yeah, well it hurt all the same." I added in.

"I saw something like that on Tonks left shoulder before. Hers said Fatum. I remember her telling mum that it meant destiny or something like that. Did Fred tell you what yours meant?" Ginny asked.

"He said he wasn't sure. Just that's the words Professor Lupin told him to use." I answered. They both nodded.

"Are you tired? That wound in your neck needs to be treated." Katie marched me to a seat in front of the island.

"I don't know why he bit me, so please don't ask. All I know is that he has something to do with the blood link they're always talking about." I spoke before they asked. Ginny pulled out her wand and mend my broken skin, healing it enough so that it didn't sting every time I placed my hand there.

"I hope you get the chance to tell Fred about Luna's wedding this Saturday, I can't believe a day before yours. Which would be really bad but in your case most of the things mum's already handling and there's not going to be a ton of people there." Ginny reminded me. In my defense I was a bit distracted and never got around to mentioning that I told Luna I would go to hers the day before mine own.

"Harry's not going?" I asked looking at her now.

"He refused at first but I convinced him to go." Ginny laughed.

"That boy spoils you." Katie shook her head.

"And what's George doing making you his slave?" Ginny teased back.

"If anything he'd definitely wants a love slave." Katie giggled winking at us.

"Ewe…lets change the subject. That's so wrong on so many levels." Ginny shook her head.

"You set yourself up for that one." Me and Katie were laughing now.

"Are you going to ask Fred if he'd want to go with you?" Ginny asked.

"Maybe, I don't know. It just doesn't seem like something he be interested in going to." I found myself yawning.

"This isn't a movie you're asking him to go to. It's a wedding, we all know he's busy and everything but I'm sure he could fit you in his agenda." Katie pointed out. I couldn't believe that an hour or so a go I was screaming in pain, now I was just sitting here having a calm conversation with Ginny and Katie.

"Katie, Ginny… would you think it's strange if the person who claims they're in love with someone else keeps telling you that you belong to them?" I asked now curious.

"Are you asking us if this is just possession? Or there's more to the story?" Katie spoke.

"What did that git say to you this time Hermione?" Ginny asked in a low tone.

"He just said that I'm his. I'm asking because I want to know if this is normal for someone to say to you not being under a spell that is." I explained.

"Fred isn't the kind of guy that would say random things in the spur of the moment. I think that he might actually be falling for you Hermione." Ginny smiled.

"There's no way." I shook my head. "He said that his body and heart are two different things. And I think that he's still in love with Angelina." I said looking down at my hands. The cut that he had cost from him slashing my wrist was still visible. Why did he need to drink my blood? Just like a vampire. But I knew that his blood was running through my veins because of the mark and mine through his.

"I doubt that he's in love with me, if he calls out the name Hermione instead of mine the first time we came together." We all turned to see the beautiful black girl leaning on the kitchen door.