Chapter 4: Marking of the mate

Disc Hp belongs to Jkr. storyline, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

Marking Day

If there is such a thing as a Murphy's Law day, this must have been it. It would always be remembered as a memorable day for more reasons than one. It would bring laughter to many and tears to some. If any thing, it would always be remembered as 'the near wedding day.'

"Please, Bill, mon mari, we promised each other." Fleur pleaded and banged the door; Remus wondered why somebody didn't stop her. She wasn't helping, and, instead, she had managed to worsen an already bad situation.

"Go away, I don't want you. Go away nasty French bitch." Were-Bill growled and grabbed an oil lamp near by, fortunately unlit; and, he threw it with all his might against the door.

It barely missed Remus, Moony let out a fierce growl, "Fuck mate, be careful, let's not turn today into an wolves' open-pit grill day." This was truly getting out of control.

The sound of broken glass brought new clamors, "Bill, you must open the door before the Aurors get here; so you know, Fleur's parents called them," Fred yelled.

The knocks at the door were getting louder; and Bill ignored the racket while Hermione just sat with him. He had opened the formal shirt's collar and also loosened the tie knot a bit.

He licked his witch, nuzzled his nose against her hair, gave her little nips here and there, and all done with an adoring look in his eye. He just enjoyed playing with her hair, while sniffing her, and just having fun. All while keeping one eye on her and one on Remus, and never letting go of the wand in his hand.

Remus said, "I have the feeling things are about to get worse." The hair at the back of his neck had risen. Moony was in full alert and felt Moony stronger than ever; worrisome, because he wasn't in the throes of conversion.

At this, the loud pops of arriving Aurors could be heard followed by their carrying, commanding voices, "Hold it there, everyone take defensive positions, Death Eaters have been detected in this area, attack is imminent, take positions. Someone take the children inside, everyone get their wands, get ready."

Readiness commands could be heard along with steps running down the stairs. Luckily, everyone was and had been ready for a while.

Interlude

At this new occurrence, the delight of the unseen watchers was palpable. This invisible audience fancied that they were a sort of sophisticated theater-goers; when, in reality, they were the schandenfreude's crowd; the ones whose pleasure is derived from the misfortunes of others. Yes, you know, the ones who are there after a car wreck.

They came from above and liked to come to our world to attend/watch dramas, famous funerals, complicated court hearings, terrorist attacks, executions, wars, weddings (not often), and such. In their different realms, you could find schedules of each, and every worthy event that was rated by experts.

They would attend, unseen to human eyes, and could see through walls; they view our dramas as entertainment. This particular group, from the 'Heavenly Kingdom,' a semi retirement, semi-prison realm for extremely powerful creatures, had opted for free entertainment, as one them had said, "The union of a large fowl and a carnivore, presents delicious potential for nasty surprises," and they had been right.

Thus 'the watchers' were screaming with delight at the veritable mayhem now taking place at the Burrow. 'This show is surprisingly great,' and one said 'it is better than the beeb (bbc)'. Those were their general comments unheard by the earth beings' ears.

Of course, even the once powerful Fates, weren't allowed to intervene, they were silent observers and no longer operational.

Outside the guests were wondering, here they were, the wedding was delayed by at least one half hour and things got a little crazy at the Burrow, what else could possibly happen? Granted the racket upstairs was probably caused by Death Eaters.

At the Burrow, every able body, except the ones involved in the upstairs drama, had taken defensive positions. All the Order members had been invited to the wedding and were itching to surprise the evildoers.

And as if on cue, of course, the feared what else, right on schedule, at that very instance in the form of a cloud, the Death Eaters descended on the nearly deserted garden. "Death Eaters, we are under attack." Just at the moment the Aurors had arrived.

"What else," a couple witches yelled from outside, precisely correct, what else could happen.

Now, there were two dramas unfolding, and all armed witches and wizards not trapped in the Wolf-Day-Drama, followed the Aurors outside and a scrimmage started; and Victor, who had just arrived, joined the battle.

By foiling the Death Eater attacks, which had been planned to disrupt the wedding and claim victories for Voldemort, as the saying went, a bad situation brought out a positive outcome.

They were at least not surprised and ready with their wands. This wasn't a good day for the Death Eaters, who found large number of Aurors inside, plus all of the Order, ready to fight. The attack was not going as planned.

One Voldie was going to be mighty unhappy. For days, the talk at their headquarters would be the same, who had alerted the Ministry? Why so many Aurors? Had they perhaps a traitor inside? Later they would discover that the traitor was a wolf who had found his mate and had changed the order of the day's events.

After a few minutes, the Death Eaters recognized that something had changed; furthermore, they were outnumbered and an order to retreat was given. However, not before three of them had been sufficiently injured, to be out of commission for several weeks; and two others had been taken prisoners.

Alas, the scrimmage with the Death Eaters might have gone well; however, the parallel situation in the upstairs room was quickly deteriorating.

Remus had figured it out, although he was anxious to go and fight, he had to stay in the room by the young witch. His conclusion was that Hermione held Bill under some special enchantment; thus, he couldn't let her go.

During any attempt to separate them, or while trying any type of intervention, it would be too easy to injure her or both of them. Furthermore, it would be dangerous to anyone who tried to separate Hermione from such a powerful wizard. Before any attempts, you would first need all the facts; damn if he only knew what those facts were.

Once again, Bill was becoming visibly aroused, and Remus recognized its intensity by the scent. Which to his dismay was making, you know who, have another real hard-on. Just great, Remus thought with Tonks screaming out there.

Remus tried not to dwell upon the fact. What he found even more fascinating, was Hermione's fear while appearing to be intensely aroused, the room smelled mighty fine, but poor young witch, she was on his lap looking dazed and pale, yet-

"Yummy and juicy, nice little bitch you have there Weasley," Moony opened his big mouth. It was fortunate a deafening explosion drowned his voice. No time to admonish the foolish beast, and an idea born in Remus' brain deemed further exploration.

"Bill, do you think Hermione is your mate? Although, let's face it, she is seventeen, she is but a young girl." Remus asked.

Not young, ripe and ready, idiotic human, don't poison his mind trying to validate your bad choices; seventeen is old enough, Moony talked inside, he was rather unhappy.

Bill's sniffing, growling, and panting, generally performing a wide array of lewd movements and caresses made Remus blush, and Moony, extremely randy.

Bill came to a full stop for a second. He turned his cunning, lusty face towards Remus. His eyes gleamed with wicked intent, they weren't Bill's blue eyes; they were lupine golden eyes.

"Yes, you are right she is my mate, so you finally know. Moony is one smart wolf, now out, and let me have her, I need to make her mine, and on your way out the door, send the French bitch away. Tell her that she stinks like the whore she is. Tell her I know what she has been telling everyone how my scars disgust her."

Remus knew Bill wasn't thinking clearly. He would never be so cruel to Fleur. And tried once again, "Bill…'

His question was interrupted by a Reducto spell, which broke the door in two halves. Alohomora had not worked, since Bill must have issued a locking charm while Remus wasn't watching, what a crafty wizard.

Arthur, Ron, two Aurors, one of them Tonks, Harry, and Fleur, were pushing their way into the small room. Tonks was dressed up for the wedding.

With amazing speed, Bill grabbed Hermione tighter, and held her in front of him, and without thinking it twice, right in front of all of them, sank his fangs with all his might in her right shoulder, between the neck and the collarbone. She screamed in pain and fainted, poor witch. The blood spurted out the vicious bite in her neck, whilst Bill lapped the blood with apparent, unmitigated pleasure. Nobody moved; Bill had not taken his eyes away from the crowd and still held them at bay with his wand.

Bill licked the blood as he whined, whimpered, and growled while he held Hermione right on his lap. They all looked, but Remus, with horror.

Remus stomach clenched with desire, his eyes went white, and he was showing all signs of arousal, it was beyond his human's side control, his cock was ready, and the blood scent was overpowering.

He wanted to be the one marking her, his body was taking an aggressive stand; he was the fucking Alpha, and Moony had known all along she was mate material; for a few seconds, Remus the human, experienced deep regret, fully agreeing with Moony, but Dora was the mother of his child.

Nobody moved since Bill had not taken his eyes away from the crowd, and still held them at bay with his wand. He looked fierce and beautiful. Remus' pensive, made for Bill's wedding some time later, would show a magnificent, handsome beast marking his mate; but that is a story for another time.

It was a sight for the ages, Bill's eyes full of blood lust and the magic stirring all around. A soft breeze was moving across the room, electrically charged with the magical bonding of two powerful magical beings. Bill still licked the blood, as he cried, growled, and pawed his mate.

It made Harry sick to his stomach, his Hermione, his sister and friend being torn up by Bill, how sick was that?

Tonks looked at the scene in front of her with awe, and realized Remus had never done that to her. When she turned towards him, she saw his face showing lust and desire for Hermione. She had always known and had long ago decided she would be his wife. Why fight what you cannot control. Now the younger witch belonged to another wolf, and Remus belonged to her, she had made sure of that by 'forgetting' her potion. So that was that, marked or not, Remus was hers.

Remus had to control Moony not to turn towards Tonks, and tell her what she was missing. I am telling her the next possible time that I will never mark her sorry pink hair self. You can shag her, and even give her a human child, but I will not make her mine because she fucking tricked you. Hermione might not be the only possible mate, but Pinky wasn't one. These were the times that Remus despised the wolf, for being right.

Fleur paled with jealousy, Bill had never tried to mark her. He had told her that was savage. Furthermore, he insisted that he would never, ever, lower his human-self to such bestiality.

"Bill. Mon amour, what are you doing? What is that Mudblood whore doing in your arms? If you wish to mark me, do it tonight." Fleur was talking as she threw her body toward Bill and tried to grab Hermione away from him. It all happened very fast.

Remus and Arthur, both tried to intercept her, but it was too late. Bill pushed Hermione to the ground, and with a horrible growl grabbed Fleur by her shoulder and threw her against the crowd. "Don't ever, ever touch her, or dare to utter filthy words about my mate."

Good fortune that the bride-not-be, was caught by Charlie before she flew over the banister. He was able to catch her mid-air, pulling her aside. The only damages were to her pride, her heart, and her dress. He had ripped off her beautiful dress when he saved her from death by grabbing her, so black and white feathers wall flew all over the place. Charlie, the spurned beau, had averted certain disaster.

"If you come near her again, I will kill you, if you call her bad names you are dead, you bloody French tart. She is a goddess and smells like one; instead your smell is of cheese going bad." Were-Bill yelled with uncharacteristic viciousness. He then turned around and despaired when he saw that Hermione's bite was still open and whined for her.

At once, Bill pulled her up to his chest, "Everyone OUT, or I will hurt anyone who opposes me. I need to be with my mate. SHE IS MY MATE. LET EVERYONE UNDERSTAND. I won't hurt her; she needs my attention; and I cannot do that and protect us at the same time. If she dies, I am killing everyone of you, don't be mistaken.

His eyes were fluctuating between gold and blue; Aurors later testified. He was a very angry beast, defending his true mate; in those grounds he had the right to defend her.

Arthur grabbed Remus and whispered, "Everyone out, right now, let's leave him alone, we will be waiting outside. Quickly, I trust him and know him; he is my son." It was clear to all that he couldn't even convince himself.

Tonks was upset that Remus was ignoring her and decided to go and console Fleur, so she left.

"No, „ Ron spoke loudly between clenched teeth, his face red and angry looking. He was clearly not thinking and had pushed his way in, "I wont' let that fucking wolf have my Hermione; the wolf will shag her and then kill her. Just look at what he has done to her. He mangled my witch; and he just tried to kill his bride to be."

His presence drove Bill even angrier, he appeared ready to kill. "Foolish boy, she isn't yours!." Moony said, clearly enjoying all this ruckus, "Kill him, kill the boy," continued speaking through Remus.

Remus had joined in the growling, and was looking at Ron with murder with the now golden eyes. The blood and the conflict prevented Remus from controlling Moony, who thought himself as Bill's alpha and sided with him; this was true escalation. Remus was half gone, the magic was way too strong.

Arthur glared at his younger son with anger, understanding the situation; Ron needed to go, to stay away. It wasn't a matter of favoring one son over the other. It pained him to see Ron all distressed, but fate had decided for them without outside intervention.

Oh, Oh, if Arthur only knew the hand his Mollywobbles had on today's affair, Molly would be toast.

"No I won't leave," Ron angrily retorted once more, "I won't let that fucking wolf -"

Harry put his hand around his mouth and pulled him along, "Shut the fuck up, think about Hermione, and don't be an idiot. I want her safe, neither your feelings, nor mine for that matter are important."

Molly, in a tearful voice, spoke up," Son, if you love us please let the girl go. Don't marry today, but Hermione isn't at fault. If she is your mate there will be enough time to talk later. She is but a child, and you can get in a lot of trouble. We love you son and nobody is mad at you, we just want you safe. I don't want anything bad to happen to our girl, please son."

With that, they pushed the door open and left, Moony still wanting to fight Bill arguing and with Remus that they hadn't mated yet, and he had time to challenge Bill for Hermione.

Remus was too tempted, so he decided it was time to look for Tonks, but first he needed to get Moony under control.

"Colloportus" Arthur waved his wand to close the door. Then the entire Weasley gang and closest friends sat and waited outside. the gathering took place right on the floor, all holding hands, in a vigil.

Harry cried sad tears for Hermione, for his sister, all she could be now. He wouldn't be happy if something bad happened to her. He had wished for Hermione to be more than a sister, later on. But that door had just closed forever, and he just wanted her safe. Maybe one day, far in the future, who knew? He would always love her best.

Ron was not even sure if he loved her; however, he had thought she would be his one day. Once again an older sibling took away what was his by right.

Inside the Room. A wolf and his Young Mate.

Bill gathered Hermione gently in his arms; his face wrought with concern for the slender witch. He brought the wand and touched her neck. He chanted 'Vulnera Sanentura,' to close the wound and to return the lost blood back inside of her system. Then, with love and care, he tenderly licked the wound, now scarring.

He admired his work lovingly, "Fine mark," he growled softly. He would later share its meaning with Hermione.

As the wound closed, and the blood returned to her system, she felt life coming back into her. Hermione opened her eyes and looked at the wizard. Her face was loving and serene, and all traces of fear were gone. Her carnal love for Victor, Ron, and any other wizards, just didn't exist anymore. All she could feel was Bill in her heart, maybe not love, but a call older than time. She was his and fully understood the senselessness in fighting it.

She smiled at him shyly, and her left hand gently moved the straying straight hair out his face, tucking the lose strand behind his ear. Then she laid a hand over one of his, interlacing their fingers. Bill didn't remember such a look from the French witch, he couldn't even think of her name, not after she tried to attack his mate.

"Everything will be right, I am fine," she spoke softly and continued stroking his hair and caressing the side of his hand with her small thumb. He was so beautiful, his thicker lips, his now golden eyes, his feral look, even his fangs. She would be his whenever he wanted. No today, because this was to be his wedding date with Fleur.

Getting a little braver, she raised his hand up to her lips and gave him a couple of small kisses barely touching the skin, and then put his hand on her cheek; covering with her hand and holding it there.

And as it came, the anger left. The magic was twinkling like fire flies. Bill's wolf, now content to have marked his mate, appeased at least temporarily, went inside into the recesses of the human's brain and rested.

Bill was exhausted from all the adrenaline spent, and Hermione was still weak from the blood lost, even with the replacement. She had just realized that she had fainted because of the very heavy flow, the bite, plus the experienced stress and fear combined.

The new calm lulled them into a deep restful sleep. Bill leaned against the wall and laid his wand by his right side; then, he pulled the bed pillow behind his head with Hermione safely tucked into his arms, and they rested together.

After a while, the room was absolute quiet, Arthur issued Alohomora and quickly peeked inside. His son and his future daughter were asleep. Both faces were serene, and Bill appeared as his normal son. The depth of his scars had diminished considerably, and for the first time since the bite, he had a happy and peaceful look about him. He closed the door once again using the charm and let them sleep for a while.

"Today there will not be a wedding," Arthur told the family outside. "Let the kids rest." Only a couple of them still sat by the door, while the new couple slept.

Meanwhile, the Weasley were dealing with the aftermath of the attack and the almost wedding. They fed the remaining guests. Molly talked to Ginny, "I don't want the food to go to waste. Go and tell everyone that is still here and the Aurors as well, to please come and help themselves, we will save the big cake for tomorrow."

Half of the Aurors had called it a day. They had been ordered to stay and guard the house for the evening. What a deal, they were all too happy to eat the delicious food.

The day was a good one for them, for the Light, no deaths from their side; and they had scored an unexpected victory against the Dark Lord. So much had happened because a werewolf had decided to claim his mate during his wedding day to another witch, the stuff of legends, and they have been there to witness, later most present, would live happy and prosperous lives.

The Delacourts were packing, totally angry, although Fleur stubbornly wanted to stay. She was trying to convince her parents, "I want to wait, papa, mama, please. I must save my Bill from the nasty Muggle born witch," she was very aware of the loss of a great wizard.

When she saw Charlie listening, she switched to English, "She must have charmed'im, e loves me, Je sais." She was broken. Who would not, to have been left at the last minute? She was talking very loud and everybody avoided looking at her face.

It was Victor, who compassionately came to her aid and offered his arm in a conciliatory gesture. He said "There is nothing for you here chère, vy stay?" gallantly stretching his arm once again.

"Let's go to London and you, and your family can share my suite." He didn't add, that he didn't to risk any more harm come to Hermione and was planning to come for her the next day.

And with that the rejected bride, picked up the hem of her dress, and with a pop, the Delacourts Apparated away from the Weasleys', out of their lives, hopefully forever.

Remus chuckled talking to Harry and Arthur, "Taking about finding your right mate at the worse possible time, but for now, all that ends well is well." He held on to his pink hair witch's hand. They had a long talk about Moony, and all was well for now.

"Arthur, we need to get the Girl out of Bill's room, it is improper. She is not even of the right age," Molly whined, wringing her hands. She needed to get Hermione alone, and ask her to keep the existence of one coin hidden, as it was before.

"She could be dying and really needing assistance. If we would all try together, let's go." Everyone rolled their eyes, except Ron,"Yes, let's." He ran gacefully, wand out, ready to push his way in.

At that, Harry, Fred and George jumped on him and kept him immobilized. "Shut up!" demanded Harry, "I already peeked they are both out, and she is ok. We will get her out when Remus deems it no longer dangerous, for her."

Ron sat by the stairs looking all dejected and suddenly remembered something. Ron asked, he still had a burning question, "Mum?"

"Yes, dear?" Molly answered distractedly; the room went quiet, everyone dreading one more of Ron's attempts to rescue Hermione.

"I was thinking to ask you, I couldn't figure it out, and Hermione and Bill, our living dictionaries are too busy. What is an accoutrement?"

Molly's face went white. A fact, cleverly perceived by one observant Moony, who had decided to bid his time. "Ron, yes, but first," most of the group was no longer paying attention, "I have saved a large piece of the chocolate, hazelnut torte for you." She was relieved to see him coming towards her.

She could only envision Ron's, or for that matter, everyone's reaction, when/if her little part on this charade was found. Her second daughter would be a Weasley, and she was killing two problems with one witch; no more Fleur, and in turn one Hermione Weasley. What a good mother had to do, to get her way.

Ron was not dumb, a large piece of cake, hmmm. Time to check the word in the dictionary; the accoutrement could be responsible for the mess, mother wouldn't put out. Perhaps he still had a chance to get Hermione because his mother had done something on the left of questionable. Ron got up fast, and walked towards his mother with a smile, appearing appeased; but not really, not by far, he was on to something big, and he knew it.

"Ron, dear, do you want another piece of chocolate cake?" After he was done, Molly was concerned at his curious eyes.

At this point, the unseen watchers broke out into a great applause, "Great, great performance." The Fates, demigods, and the winged ones were all laughing delighted. "What a show, anyone coming back later?

"Maybe there is a fifth act?" A hopeful nymph asked, "I'd love a sexy scene."

A/N

This is part of the Curly Hair and the Bad Wolf, series.