Disc Hp belongs to Jkr. storyline, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.
Two wolves, one witch, what else?
All the guests were sitting and getting anxious. Every time a door closed or opened, everyone looked. Whispers of, "What is going on, did one of them get cold feet," or louder comments,"those French, what can you-," and so on, were being heard all over the place.
While Arthur was not keeping track of the time, he was aware that, certainly, the groom was more than a little late. What was going on? Has Molly created conflict between the two lovers, heaven forbid it! Arthur's mind was making conjectures, each new scenario more lurid than the one before. Should I risk making Molly upset? Yes, I just have to ask her in a polite-non-confrontational manner.
Never mind, he had the answer, he would tell Ron to go and ask, that way it would be the least conflictive way possible. The best solution, yes, he would not the one getting reprimanded. Hey, weddings made him randy, and he wanted full access to his wife tonight.
"Mum, isn't strange that Bill is taking so long? I just don't get it, when I went by, it must have been half an hour ago, he seemed just about ready. What can be happening? Have you seen him since then? Perhaps, he needs something?" Ron asked Molly.
"Hermione went to bring Bill a groom's accoutrement, I forgot to give him earlier. Please go and get her, see what is holding her up; she has been gone for a while. Besides every guest is getting restless."
Ron turned away one second too soon, thus missing the beatifically, satisfied smile illuminating his mum's face; she appeared surrounded by a halo of extreme happiness; one could say her face had the glow of a lioness after a kill.
Bugger, what is the hold up? Thought Ron as he went on his way to where his father was waiting. He had a bad feeling in his gut; the Prewett feeling which always told you when something was wrong. However, it was a worthless premonition, because, as usually, it was too late to change the outcome. What was the sense in knowing you will find a disaster that just happened, and you had no power to reverse it?
The watchers-
A randy, crazed werewolf is the hold up! That is what. If they only knew, what is unknown to them will not hurt them, yet! thought one of the unseen spirits watching the action at the Burrow.
The three Fates, now vanished to another realm, along with some winged sexless beings, and a few forgotten demigods, had decided to drop in for the wedding, around 63 watchers total and one guide.
The group had made their choice for today's entertainment after reading the previews of the week's coming events. This unexpected comical drama was way more realistic and more exciting than the Shakespearean festival underway at their 'Heavenly Kingdoms.' The name of their retirement home, of sorts. Even better and the entrance to today's show was free, zero credits, nothing to lose.
They came to watch a wedding of Magical beings featuring a feathered creature, a harpy of sorts, and a werewolf. How much sillier could you get? What if the wolf felt peckish, or had a craving for fowl? The event had its inherent possibilities for disaster, and they wanted to observe at the unfolding drama in front of them.
-|-Reinforcements or how Ron makes matters worse -|-
Arthur agreed to go and check what was causing the hold-up, thus, he climbed the twisted stairs with Ron following right behind.
Ron wondered what on earth was as an accoutrement? His mother was on the habit of using uncommon words whenever she wanted to confuse you, or when she had something to hide. He would ask Hermione, and he had the feeling whatever was going on was related to his mother. Oh, yes, his mother was involved, for sure. After all, she had it for Fleur and everyone knew it.
At the garden, all the guests were getting antsy; Harry, poly-juiced as Ron, was waiting to make his appearance.
Fleur was growing anxious and wondered if her beau was getting cold feet? Her former fears were all forgotten, and she just wanted to be already hand-fasted to her handsome, smart wizard.
He was the best lover she ever had. Now, even more; just the last time, the days before the full moon, he had been, well... HOT, sexy and with the right touch of aggressiveness. And talking about his enlarged attributes not that he was average before, but now, wow, mais oui. But, Fleur, you are a silly witch, you aren't afraid he is the one getting cold feet. Never, you are too beautiful, you are the prettiest of them all. Fleur kept telling herself in her attempt to stay calm.
Arthur halted Ron with his arm, and put a finger over his lips, to silence him. They both had heard the loud aggressive growls coming out Bill's room. For a minute, he thought that Fenrir had sneaked into the Burrow wanting to finish Bill off.
Charlie's voice made him even more than afraid for Bill; Arthur was almost certain of the feared intrusion. It was clear to him that the werewolf that had bitten Bill was inside the room. He indicated to Ron to get his wand ready.
"Bill please let Hermione go, don't hurt her; please calm down," Charlie implored inside.
The growl that followed, chilled Arthur and Ron to their bones. Hermione's cries of, "Charlie, Bill is making me afraid, please help me," put them in emergency mode.
That was it, Arthur pulled his wand in front of him and so did Ron, and they broke into the room with stealth; both jumped in ready to attack, in a defensive stance.
The scene inside the room horrified them. Bill looked wild, sparks flew around him, and he held his wand ready to act. His head was half cocked, a beast threatening others to stay out his path. His nostrils flared; his lips were opened in a silent snarl; and he displayed large fangs, as those of an adult wolf.
Short, soft, continuous angry snarls could be heard all throughout the room. He wasn't the Bill they all knew; he appeared more powerful, and all together, a dangerous menace.
Bill had thrown Hermione in between the wall and his bed; whereby, they could only see her partially. He crouched by her side, held her closely with one arm. Bill's larger hand was placed right over her breasts, and her hands tucked under his in a close hold. With the other hand, he held his wand ready to attack.
He had in effect built himself a lair, using the bed as a shield; the beast was prepared to defend what he envisioned was his.
Hermione's whimpers enraged Ron. His older brother was now his worst enemy. Hermione face was covered with tears, "Ron take me out of here, I am so afraid, get Harry, do something, please." At this, Bill held her tighter and emitted a deep, short, warning growl, making his brothers' fear for their safety.
Arthur didn't want any of his children to be hurt. For a long time, he had loved the little witch as a father; he had seen her grow up and turn into the witch she now was. However, something deep in his son's eyes, made him want happiness for his beloved injured Bill, even at the expense of the little one.
Arthur's mind was processing very fast, and he couldn't figure out what had made his son change his mind at the last minute. Had Molly made this happen? Impossible, she would not risk a potion and Bill's anger, let alone Ron's reaction. She couldn't have done something so reckless on the wedding day, and intentionally endangered the wild-haired witch; could she have?
Arthur grabbed Ron by both arms, stopping him before he did something foolish, "Charlie, slowly back out the room and go. Quietly call Remus, don't alarm anyone; and Ron, you wait outside, get moving boys!"
"I'll stay until Hermione comes with me. I'm not leaving without her because otherwise he's going to hurt her." Ron yelled in response and pushed his arms hard against his father, and his father had to release him. Then he jumped forwards ready to fire his wand.
Bill growled reading to leap, and more than likely, ready to kill his own brother.
"Bill stop, nobody will harm you. Ron is presently leaving, right son?" Arthur spoke with a strong, menacing voice, while he grabbed the young fool right by the scruff of his neck.
Albeit Ron left grumbling, he wasn't a fool; no way, he had seen Bill's fangs and the bestial angry look; thus, he decided to stay right outside the door. Hopefully Charlie would soon return with Remus. Meanwhile, Ron seethed waiting outside.
Damn, he thought, how can my own brother try to take my witch away? Brothers should never even look at their brothers' witches. Doesn't he have enough with Fleur? Probably not, after all, Hermione is the best of them all. Everyone wants the best for them, and I have to do with what is left. She is mine, and I will make damn sure of that.
"Bill, son, let's talk. I know things have been hard, the fight, the scars, the curse, all rather awful.
Nevertheless, do think about this young witch, she has no part in your problems; moreover, she is like your young sister, please let her go. If you like her, notice how afraid she is. I don't claim to understand what is going on inside your head, so please explain it to me as you let her go." Arthur spoke softly, lovingly, and reassuringly.
"Father, Arthur, you also must leave." Bill snarled, growled even fiercer, displaying his sharp fangs and elongated nails, all aggressively meant gestures.
It was at that moment when Arthur realized the profound changes in Bill, his increased height and girth, and the color of his eyes. Even his hair, that Molly had earlier trimmed, was darker and longer.
This was not his son, not as he knew him. This was a very dangerous creature, a feral and angry being. Arthur drew a heavy sigh - he didn't want anyone to be harmed in this intended to be, felicitous day.
Ironically, the events unfolding in this room would save several lives that day, by foiling the Death Eater attacks planned to both disrupt the wedding and claim victories for Voldemort.
The room's open windows ensured that many could hear the disturbance in the top floor. Unfortunately, with everyone apprehensive of, the now common, Death-Eater attacks, the noise combined with the visible confrontation movements, had led to the conclusion they were under attack, and guests were taking defensive positions.
As they say, positive outcomes can result from every bad situation, or was it the proverbial silver lining of dark clouds.
"You are wrong Arthur, don't try to stop me, she is mine," the changed voice out his son's mouth was deeper, cunning, and a bit taunting. No more father, just Arthur, his father was quick to take note.
And if things were not bad enough, Hermione fainted, probably due to the heated room and the accumulated stress, and the fear of the stranger holding her.
"Hermione is not just a girl and not my sister, she is a normal witch, my witch, mine. She belongs to me; she is my witch, and I'll kill all of you, my father, my brother, or anyone who comes between us. I'll start with you three if you don't leave right away."
His body was taut and ready to pounce; the deep snarls were nearly chocking him, his hair was puffy and standing, and his face's plane were even more pronounced.
Arthur had the same thought, the one that Charlie had earlier. Whatever my son has become he is one beautiful, magnificent, terrifying creature, nothing at all like Fenrir or Remus. And the scars barely show.
Bill looked at Hermione. Upon realizing that she had fainted, he became enraged. His anger made him look even more dangerous. His wolf blamed others for her upsets; and Ron's scent, right outside the door, made him angrier, ready to attack to defend his claim, his right to his chosen mate.
He carefully placed Hermione on the floor and started to approach his father, looking very much as the predator he had become.
-|-Two wolves, one Alpha -|-
"Arthur, back out the room slowly, it isn't safe. I haven't seen anything like it before. One must consider it isn't even close to full moon. Let me talk to him."
Remus had just opened the door and stood under the frame. He held his hands out, and half crouched in order to appear smaller and less threatening. Hopefully Bill would perceive him as harmless.
At hearing this, Arthur backed out slowly, and he was gone. Remus came in and locked the door behind him. He had, however, already conjured a spell to allow the people standing outside the room, to listen in.
Remus growled softly and sniffed up the air. An acrid smelt first hit him, Hermione's massive release of hormones triggered by the stress and the fear, but also something else. Oh, Merlin, for fuck sakes, the young witch is menstruating. Remus thought, somehow alarmed. Still, he didn't understand the significance of it, why was it affecting Bill in such manner?
Surely, he must have been around menstruating females before. Something had triggered this response, but what? Surely, she smelled delicious to any hot-blooded wolf, but not enough to elicit this reaction, ok, maybe a little? His prick seemed to think so. This was most unusual, a snafu of colossal size
You missed that boat stupid human, I told you this, time after time, she is fuck-a-ble-licious. But did you listen? Of course not, instead you went for Tonks, bah. Bill is one smart wolf; certainly smarter than you, now I get to suffer.
Yes, complaints, complaints, it was all damned Moony did whenever Hermione was around. It was sheer torture at times.
He, the human, thought of the witch as his student, his favorite student, nothing else; that was too fucking bad for Moony. Remus was sick of the whining.
"Bill, mate, what is going on here, does it have something to do with her condition?" Remus flushed red, but Moony sniffed the air again and said aloud, "I, me-self, would not mind a piece of that sweet candy, delicious, isn't that so?"
Shit Moony, be quiet before we get killed, Remus ordered the damn inner-wolf. He knew that Moony had a little thing going for Hermione; but he, the man, loved his crazy hair witch, his pink-haired Dora.
No accounting for bad taste, she was mine, and you didn't let me. Tonks is not even your mate. I told this one was the one made to be a mate, but no, you didn't believe me. I will bite this witch next time I am in control; you wait and see. I will fight that puny wolf for her; be warned, I will bid my time. Moony insisted.
Remus had it with Moony. He was powerless against his inner wolf. Moony was awoken by the strong mating magic in this room. The man was also in a bad place, ready to fight Bill for the delicious witch. What the fuck, he was a human, not a damned wolf; gods, he hated this curse. To make matters worse, all of a sudden, his sweet pregnant wife had the appeal of stale days old bread.
Remus needed to get a hold of Moony and himself. A must is he were to handle this crisis succesfully. Next move, Moony would be challenging Bill, and that was so not going to happen.
Moony, if you say anything else, I will take a double potion next time and will keep you under the entire time, now be quiet, not a peep out of you, I need to think. It worked, he had done once before, the time that Moony tried to attack Tonks.
"If you touch my girl, you are one dead wolf, get your own. Go and get your witch, you fucking Moony, you have Tonks, what else you want? This one is mine; there is only one for each one of us. And if you want her, let's fight for her. I smell your fucking arousal, and only one of us will mount Hermione for the rest of her life. That would be this wolf standing in front of you. Come here old wolf."
Bill showed his fangs, while he puffed his chest out, ready to attack.
"Bill, again, what is going on here, what is going inside you, speak up; is it her smell? Is she in heat? What do you feel? I order you to tell me now." Remus asserted himself as the Alpha and snarled quite fiercely; it was his only choice.
Bill looked at Remus up and down, crouched by Hermione, who was coming out her fainting spell. He pulled her towards him and sat her on his lap. She didn't even looked at Remus, apparently only engaged with Bill. He licked her, whined a little, sniffed all around her neck, while he made lewd sounds and panted.
Remus could not avert his eyes at the way Bill dry humped her. Bill's face was all distorted with lust, while occupied giving her little bites, rather, love bites and nuzzling her neck, alternating between licks and bites; this was rather bad.
Moony was enjoying the show, and Remus was furious with Moony. The damn wolf wanted him to bring his hand to his growing erection; and yes, he did it, trying to force Remus to open his trousers to get his hand around his hardened cock. Remus struggled, in an attempt to resist his wolf taking over his human-self.
"Fucking Moony, fuck, stop it!" Remus ordered Moony, who, predictably, resisted him. Remus was losing and Moony was taking over. And yes, Moony was intent on the erection while he panted with Bill, the trousers' placket was already half open. Could this day get even worse? So much for wedding bells, Remus grimaced.
If Tonks came into this room, at this precise moment, it would be divorce-city, only one month after their wedding; emboldened by the fear of Tonks' temper, his left hand slapped the offending hand, and the struggle began, it was like a struggle between 'hand Jekyll' and 'hand Hyde.'
"Stop it Moony, stop fucking wolf. I was her professor, she is not even legal, stop it." He said aloud.
To an outsider, the situation would had seemed rather hilarious, but Remus being Remus would never laugh, however, Moony would never forget, and he had a long, long memory. Oh, yes, he did. Sooner or later he would win this match; he would even if it took him years, he would do it when they would least expect it.
Meanwhile Bill continued the grinding and tasting party not missing a beat, all the while he kept a close look on Remus. He looked quite mischievous, really enjoying Remus struggle with his wolf. A losing battle if one were to judge by the struggle right in front of him. Let the Alpha stew in his own juices, and let him get off with his hand; it felt good to know that the Alpha had the wrong witch and wanted the one sitting on the lesser wolf's lap.
"So old man, do you want to be enlightened? Well, she smells of flowers, of rain, of the woman and her juices; which I am going to drink for hours. Her scent reminds me of rare spices; like something delicious I want to devour. She smells of all you ever wanted. Nothing, I have ever smelled before."
At this Bill, the human, came to the surface for a short second, his eyes changing to blue, and his eyes shone with wonderment as if he had just understood the meaning of life, a true aha moment.
But the human glance lasted but a second; and with his nose, he pushed down her dress' shoulder strap. Next, he brought a hand to her hair, undid the braided crown, pulled some hair, and tried to wrap it around his nose, his eyes getting crossed at the motion.
Remus chuckled at that; it was rather comic and a bit sweet.
"Bill everyone is waiting. Your beautiful bride Fleur waits, she is gorgeous, and today, she is a fairy-tale princess. Think carefully and you will surely realize the folly of your situation. You'll finally be able to discern the wrongness of this setting." Remus tried once more, lowered his hand and slowly went for his wand; he was ready.
Not missing a beat, Bill's wand flickered with magic and disarmed Remus, who in turn yelped as the sparks burned his hand. "Fuck, damn, Merlin, Bill, you burnt me badly."
"Don't mention that French bitch around me. Tell her to go back to whatever den she crawled out from. Tell Miss Fifi that this scarred wolf has found a real treasure." And he snarled once again, and, without missing a beat, continued his antics.
Bill held bunches of her hair and chewed them while humping her. Hermione just appeared dazed, gone somewhere else, her eyes, however, were half-closed, and Moony could still breathe big whiffs of her arousal.
Moony let out a gigantic guffaw, and then howled in delight. That is one funny wolf, and I won't say it, but someone, that would be me, Moony, lost his mate because of one idiotic human. Be duly advised, that Moony is yet to mention an important fact; namely, Moony is a wolf with a long-term plan. I would be dishonest not to disclose this little pearl of wisdom.
I am neither sure what non-sense you are talking about, nor do I want to know. Remus answered, totally annoyed with the cunning beast.
Outside the calls and cries of women could be heard, along with the angry voices of Ron and Harry? And also the twins and who knew if there were others. It sounded like mayhem had broken outside the room.
"Bill, c'est moi ici, tu Fleur, mon amour, s'l tu plais, Guillaume, Bill, mon lupin, come out!"
It was the fearful, yet melodic voice of the bride-not-to-be. Fleur was furiously banging the door, hysterically crying. Damn, what else thought Remus, still fighting Moony intented to continue his hand quest.
