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Chapter 5: Who is Who.
Who is who
Bill was waking up and was confused. What was he doing sleeping on the floor? And wait, Fleur sure felt different, softer and the smell, wow he loved her new perfume, so sexy; yeah, she smelled like sin. His hands wandered over his wife's body. She was quite soft and fit so well in his arms- he thought -as he pressed his erection in-between the cheeks of her arse. He wondered if he could just slip in without waking her up. His mind was less fogy and clearer, and wait. Wife? It was evening, and today was his wedding. Yes, this was his wife.
Not your wife, your mate, you lucky wizard, he heard a voice inside of him. Or was it outside?
"Who are you?" He asked aloud.
I am Lobo, your friendly inner wolf, you dumb arse. The voice yelled inside his head.
"Oi, gentle there, am I going crazy? And what is this after taste in my mouth, heady, and spicy. It tastes a little like the scent in this room." He asked this inner Lobo.
Ah, he now remembered telling Charlie, during those difficult days after the attack, that his wolf's name should be Lobo. He had traveled to Spain a couple of times and met a friend who loved to be called 'Lobo.' He had fancied himself a wolf, whose mission was to 'eat' brunettes dressed in red robes. And something or someone, had awakened Lobo inside his brain, and it was just like Moony.
That, dear boy, is the flavor of our tasty, little mate; she is ripe and in heat. Bloody hell, you almost married that big chicken, and, thankfully, something happened and it allowed me to take over your mind for a short while, Lobo stated.
His wolf was a different entity; and, actually, it was kind of interesting. Bill decided.
And, suddenly, Bill's blood went cold. All was starting to come back to him. All was clear, Fleur, gods, but wait, a chicken?- Yes, he got it, because the Veela was a harpy, and he had to laugh; Lobo had a sense of humor, blame it on the wolf. The laugh made him feel lighter.
He'd been in the room with Charlie; and then with Granger, correction, Hermione came in—Bill wondered if he had gone mad, but there was more, and the idea of Hermione hit him.
'Oh Merlin, Ron's girl,' what was wrong with him. She was but a child. Not really a child, two years younger than Fleur.
Nothing is wrong with you, it the best thing you have ever done. She is our true mate. Does she feel good to you? That peach bum, let's keep pushing our cock against it, hell, it feels very goood—Bill quit listening as he became extremely aroused and lust overtook his better senses.
She was his mate and rather agreeable. Once more, Bill observed her mark, gently sniffed it, and he whimpered a little. The pressure felt good, but he needed more, his hands covered her breasts, and his thumbs circled her hardening nipples. He moaned with pleasure, "Oh, yes." his leg went over hers, to get even closer.
Her mark is a nice piece of work. Lobo observed, and he wondered if he could lick her and not wake her up. He just wanted a little taste, to lick her all over, but not much, surely, she would not mind. He was certain that she was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Ron sat outside and Harry was telling him, "Ron, give it a rest, calm down and come with me, we are going to eat a light supper."
Ron hesitated after hearing a noise coming from the room. Nobody cared how he felt, he still wanted to take his witch away from here; to do that, he needed an 'excuse.'
He was aware than Hermione was nearly eighteen, and she was an adult. If Bill and she had sex, better said, if they mated, Remus had, recently, told him that marking and mating were equivalent to a bond for life and neither would be able to break it, or they would wither and die. He had to stop it, and for the looks of it, he was the only one who cared about it.
'What the fuck mate, I am already up to my arse in trouble." Bill's angst persona had emerged at earnest after hearing the younger wizards' voices. "What was I thinking? She is not even out of Hogwarts. I am scar-face, and she is Ron's friend. Oh gods, what have I done?"
"Bill, are you okay?" A sleepy Hermione was asking him something.
Bill was horrified at the realization that he was hard as wood, and she was practically sitting on his lap, and his leg was entwined with hers. And at this conclusion, he pushed her to the side as if she were on fire.
"Ouch, what is wrong with you, William Weasley? First you hold me by force; you practically raped me, marked me without my consent, and now you throw me to the ground, on my bum?" Hermione was truly irritated.
Yes, you prat, what is wrong with you? She is out of the room, and we lose her forever do something right now, or I will take over. Lobo warned him. I won't pine away and die because you marked her and then refused to mate her. Do you know the consequences?
Bill was already feeling insecure, jealous of the men outside, so when she started to stand up, he grabbed her and forced her back on his lap. She struggled, and was ready to scream, when Bill closed her mouth with his lips. First, he rubbed them softly, feeling her lips against his, his lips turned demanding and tender at the same time.
The feel of his lips upon hers, and the tongue seeking hers, addled Hermione's brain with lust. His touching, and the marking wreaked havoc with her body. She wanted something, not sure what, she wanted him to touch her. The bottom part of her body felt on fire. She wanted to be stretched, filled, something, she ached in a disconcerting way.
His hands caressed her torso, his fingers next to her breast, so she moved closer. His large hands were skillful; and his touches exerted a feeling of need, as he traced her curves, her bum, rushed by her thighs to pass by and barely touch the tips of her breast; his route continued and moved to trace her face, her neck, and then back the same path, while his hips arched pressing unto hers. He could feel her heat right above his aroused prick and was unable to stop his keening and strangled sounds; and his tongue explore her mouth, and she responded touching his tongue, caressing his lips, gods.
"Princess, I want to touch you, will you let me? I know it is probably not right. But you are as good as my wife. I will not do anything you don't want me to. Just my fingers, I will be gentle. Please, I am on fire."
His touches were feverish, he again traced her face with his tongue and made sounds that reminded her of a whimper; their breaths were labored, and their reality only included two beings.
Bill could not understand why he wanted this young witch which such intensity. Last night all he'd wanted was to marry Fleur. She had consumed his every thought; and he had been afraid that she would change her mind. Had his mother done something? What, no, the mate choosing couldn't be influenced, and while it was true that Fleur scent was not as pleasant, it wasn't bad. Not true, after Hermione, she smelled of chicken feathers.
Now, Hermione smelled, hmm, of heaven, so good that he wanted to eat her. His cock kept throbbing, and, truly, he never felt this hard in his entire life. Hell, he could come with one stroke, just as the swollen head would push in, of that, he was sure; and Fleur had said he was a lot bigger now. He smiled at the thought.
He imagined, his cock imprisoned and caressed by the moist walls that pressed and squeezed his swollen flesh, " Yes, oh, yes, let me; let me feel you, be mine. Let me come inside, I will be gentle. " His voice sounded needy and desperate, his body trembling with need.
Hermione didn't answer. He looked so beautiful; his skin glowed. His hair was longer and fuller, the scars hardly visible. The planes of his face sharper, his barely opened eyes shone of blue and gold. He was still Bill, yet—
Hermione held his hand, laid it on top of her breast, and pressed over her nipple, mimicking a squeeze, and the feeling made her moan loudly. Her body was hot and cold, she shivered; her face appeared beautiful and sensual; and desire was written all over her face.
Something snapped inside Bill. He stood up and with her in his arms, dropped her on the bed, and looking at her straight on, he took off his waistcoat and then his shirt. He was left in an undershirt that he pulled off next. Hurriedly, he unbuckled his belt, her eyes fluttered, and her body shuddered with anticipation. He pushed the witch, gently, aside, just to get enough just room to stretch his body beside hers. Bill finally opened his pants, and exhaled in relief, oh Merlin that felt better.
He buried his nose in her neck, letting his tongue just touch the mark. He pressed his cock against her thigh and brought her hand inside his boxers' waistband. She gingerly touched the dripping head, and then wrapped her fingers around with a trembling hand, keening and saying his name. "Bill, Bill?" There was a question quality to her voice. Feeling how warm he was, her fingers moist with his release, made her want to touch him with her tongue, like Viktor had taught her the las time; but she was a bit shy.
And every time she pressed her fingers around his prick, he had to stop himself from just tearing up her clothes and diving into her.
"Hermione, tell me what you want," Bill asked while he pushed his hips into her, pressing his erection, and moving closer to her touch
" Here," he grabbed her other hand and placed on top of his penis. "Both hands, princess, both..."
"Aha," was her answer.
"Princess, I don't know what I am doing here, please say something. I want to be with you, I want you to be mine. I am afraid if you leave this room you will hate me and will leave me. This is wrong, maybe I should leave, but they will take you away. I will not let them do that, I can't. You are my mate, I marked you; whether is either for good bad, face it, you are mine. Ron will try as soon as you are out, and I'll have to stop him. I'll have to kill anyone who opposes me. Oh, yes I will," He growled and with a snarl he displayed his sharp incisors. "Anyone who opposes will pay with his or her life."
At this last remark, Hermione felt the fear grabbing a hold of her.
Bill, the human, was nearly gone, and the werewolf was back with force. Indeed he was. He was once again licking, nuzzling her neck, worrying her flesh with tiny bites, and growling. His eyes were no longer blue, and they were pure amber. And wherever his hands touched, they left a trail of fire, of want. However, it wasn't enough, but she didn't know much about werewolves. What if in a fit of passion he bit her and she was infected?. She did not want to be a werewolf, but she did want him.
"Bill, I am not leaving you. But, you were right, it is too soon, let me go out and we can talk this over later. I have accepted your mark, and I will not leave you. Just let me go out?" Hermione was frustrated with herself, just a few minutes ago; she was ready to shag him, now she was afraid.
This was crazy; she had a big crush on him for the longest time. However, she was not ready to get married, or to live with anyone. And she had promised Harry to help him to search for the Horcruxes, Hermione's mind would not stop.
How was that going to work out with a jealous werewolf? This was a nightmare, sexy and hot, but a nightmare nevertheless. If he just quit poking her and kissing her, and if she could remove her hands and stop giving him pleasure, she could think clearer. His kisses and touches made her just want more; darn he was not playing fair. Besides, she was human, and he felt too good.
Hermione's mind tried to reason her present situation. Wait, she was thinking of shagging Viktor tonight, but Bill had marked her. It was not her fault. She was hungry and suddenly felt very sticky. Oh god, she felt soaking with blood. She blushed immediately.
She would have to mark this day as one big gigantic mess; Werewolves, Death Eaters (she had not seen it but they were out there), broken weddings, angry ex-brides, home wreckers (Hermione), jealous almost boyfriends, and yes, her time of the month-her favourite, not.
"Bill, I need to go to the Loo. And I need to go to my room to get my handbag, or to get something, right now. I am hungry and thirsty; I want to get off these clothes; I have a headache; and my belly hurts. I am sorry to sound some grumpy but each complaint in fully justifiable."
She was so cute; his mate making that pout was just delicious. However, he was one smart wolf, and this witch was not going to get away; no, not even if she was right on most of her complaints.
"What do you need? You are staying with me, until we are bonded. Remus told me if I mark anyone I must mate with them within days or I will die, once bonded I know you will need me. Hell, you might also die." Bill held on to her as he talked, his eyes lit with mischief.
"And did you know that you are in heat? Remus said if a mate goes in heat, she must mate or it will be bad for both. Oh yes, you are in heat." His body movements spoke for him. His eyes rolled back in the throes of lust. She had let go of him, but that matter not, because he was, still, pressing against her.
"So why did you mark me? I didn't ask you to." She was upset and crying. He was once again losing control over this situation. Plus, he also had to go to the loo, and was hungry and tired. And she probably did as well, she was being truthful but he was afraid that the door opening would be a chance for losing her.
"Princess, do you need to go to the loo? I think, you just said that."
"What to the loo? Of course, I do. Thanks for asking. I was trying to tell you. I need something. You know," and mouthed," for my period, bollocks, I am having my period."
She stood up ready to leave, her eyes full of tears and totally embarrassed. She did not have brothers and felt uncomfortable discussing any type of body functions, let alone a messy-female one.
Harry had shrieked with horror when he had opened a tampon, wondering what it was; when she explained he had dropped it as if Voldie himself had hexed it. Her father was ok, he went and bought her whatever she needed and sent it over. But boys were stupid, and ok, Bill was not a boy, he was a full grown wizard.
Ugh, what an unromantic day. These things only happened to one Hermione Granger, let's face it, they were not romance book material. The heroines never had problems of this sort. They were always in their fertile cycle, hot as hell, and ready to shag at the drop of a hat.
"NO. We go together. Hello little one, is the third time I talk to you. We go together; I will not leave you alone for one second. "
"I am not going with you, besides I probably ruined my clothes and will need to change all my clothes. I will have to undress."
"And why is that?" Bill asked, convinced it was a trick to get away. Were her clothes ruined because he had touched her?
Undressed, she needs to undress; you must have heard her Bill, what a deal. It is our chance. Lobo whispered to him. Bill gave up.
Hermione's face was very red making her skin feel awfully hot. She didn't want to tell him. But she didn't see any other way. "Iamhavingmyperiod."
She spoke fast and very soft. His eyebrows shut up. "Please speak slower."
"Bill, I have to change, I am having my period, my monthlies...Do you want me to spell it! "
It was his turn to blush, but Lobo took over his mouth,"Ah, what a sweet smell, no shame I am one sophisticated wolf; I understand the lady's needs. Lead ahead my beauty."And the rude wolf sniffed the air as she stood up.
Bill was mad at Lobo but for a second, shite, what a delight. This scent was like ambrosia and was 100 times better than before. She was in heat, YES, the marking had changed her period into a heat. So that was the difference between a mate and a witch. Wow. Whatever had made this happen he was grateful for it; however, Hermione was very young. No, no sense mulling on that issue; what was done was done..
His body shook with need and desire. He wanted to push her into the ground and mount her. But wait, he needed to go to the loo. How impractical, and he was hungry. And there was another wolf in the house, leaving a female in heat while an alpha was around was a bad idea, the worst.
Interlude.
Out there, where the watchers came from, an emergency message broadcasted to those who had attended the earlier wedding at the Burrow.
"An unexpected second act, from: A Veela and a Werewolf 'THE BURROWS Wedding– That wasn't.
Possible action, available to those who already attended the first acts- Passage open at portals 3αδ for the next 600 seconds- Additional acts' entrance must be purchased at later time, once than the radars forecast the coming events. Maximum sitting capacity is limited to 63 attendees.
Absolute-non-intervention-bracelets must be worn for the entire function. Attendees must be wearing them before departure, present appendages at departure points. Failure to do so will result in ban from any event attendance for 20 earth years. Counter starts now. All channels to portals are fully open.'
By the time that Bill was getting up, the seats around the Burrow were full. The watchers were all back, ready to eat the excess energy generated as it if was popcorn; and, to live vicariously through the other beings by experiencing their human emotions. That is what they did as they watched; the watchers felt each emotion of the being they choose to channel. That was the reason to limit the attendance depending on the number of beings providing the entertainment.
The watchers were excited, they could feel the tension of the ones still at the Burrows.
End of the interlude
Bill got up and put his shirt back on and didn't tuck it in, no sense, it was going to come right back off. He helped Hermione up from the bed. Holding her waist walked to the door and he opened.
Surprise, Molly and Ron fell inside the room but were able to balance their bodies. At once, Ron pulled out his wand ready to attack, and fell on Bill trying to separate him from Hermione.
"Idiot." Arthur, Charlie, Harry, and the twins yelled at once. Bill was again in full rage mode. His teeth elongated. Hair all puffed. Facial bones readjusted, he was in full wolf glory. And Hermione was angry with Ron.
Bill caught him before he came closer to her. His long claws could easily kill Ron. He might not be a full werewolf, but most of the attributes were there. Why was Ron being such a dumb arse?
