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This story contains adult situations. This chapter is rated M
Going Away
At the Burrow
Bill waited for her outside and was anxious after waiting for a good long while. Finally, he banged at the door, "Princess, open the door, are you ok? Don't try to get out the window." The thought of it made Lobo start to come out, his mate was running away; it scared him.
Inside, Hermione sat on the floor, totally scared of Bill, maybe not of Bill but of what he represented. She wanted him; she was nearly eighteen and had planned to shag with Viktor, so why the fear?
She went over her situation; she had been attracted to Bill since the first time she had seen him; her period had all but gone away; and foremost, he had marked her. Thus according to Remus her fate was sealed, well both their fates were sealed; and probably, she had at the most a few days to complete the ritual.
And there he was outside the door, and he was making her afraid. What had caused the change on him? She went through the morning events... "Hermione if you don't open I am coming in."
A sudden whiff of Hermione hit Lobo right on his groin. And with a growl he pushed the door open, "Alohomora," he yelled.
Although, he said nothing, his heart melted with joy to see her sitting on the floor looking so pretty, so delicious, and, well, so his. He just picked her up from the floor bride style, and his lips closed upon hers.
The Watchers.
Outside - the Watchers, who were wandering around the area, hoping to catch a gratuitous show from the humans living in the area, saw their bracelets starting to flash. All of them transported to their seats at once and sat at their numbered places. The chatter was bad for a few minutes, the latecomers asking if they had missed any HOT scenes of the show.
Back at the door of the bathroom, Bill's lips closed upon Hermione's, and his breathing was cut short when he tasted her lips. What was that flavor, he wondered, must be something reserved for the gods.
She heard soft whines, which sounded like a young dog's. His lips were masterful, his kissing reminded her of Viktor's but more experienced, and his mouth caressed her lips just right, not too much tongue and not too little.
Her initial rejection turned into passion, and her arms that first pushed at his chest, now wrapped around his neck. She wiggled to wrap her legs around his hips, and he helped her. She pressed her hips against his, and felt his hardness hitting her pubic bone, at the contact both groaned. His hips moved against her, desperate to feel more. So close, he could almost feel the entrance to his idea of paradise.
He wondered if they could Apparate to Shell Cottage, and decided it might be too far.
With great reluctance, he stopped the kiss before it had really begun. He had an erection like never before. It was the taste of her giving kiss, a kiss of acceptance, "Princess, I am going to walk us down to the fireplace, you have your bag with you, do you need anything else?"
She nodded no and yes. They had not eaten yet, and she was hungry, "Food and drink?" She asked shyly.
"Not a problem, I will make it all fit into a small box. And we will feast alone, and you should know that I am happy it is you. I am truly honored you are my mate. I will make myself worthy of you." he said while nuzzling her neck and licking her skin with great gentleness. He wanted to be alone and naked with her, not necessarily in that order, but he would have to wait.
His arms felt empty as soon as he lowered her to the ground with great reluctance, Mate don't put her down, your crazy brother will make trouble at first sight, Lobo warned him.
Bill knew Lobo might be right, but he needed to be alone with her, and she had to walk on her own because he needed his wand on hand to protect her. And the biggest reason, if he kept feeling her moist core right above his hardened cock, he was going to open his trousers and dive into her. He moaned at the thought, and she smiled at him, knowingly.
"I exactly know how you feel." She whispered biting her bottom lip and squeezing his hand, conveying her lust. He brought her hand to his lips and licked each finger, making her moan. "You need to quit before we get started again," she whispered.
"Princess, don't make a run, let's don't go there, again. You told me you wanted to be with me. You weren't lying were you? I am not sure what is going on here, and I am probably crazy, but the wolf is too. I will fight to the death anyone who opposes me."
For a minute Bill appeared confused and more than a little angry with himself. He understood that his wolf was pretty much in control, thus he was quite dangerous to others during this time, but he wasn't sure he liked it, oh well, once again he acquiesced and shrugged his shoulders, such is life.
Hermione, still under the effect of the kiss, looked at the handsome wizard, and at that moment believed to have found the man of her dreams. He was older, true, but he was the smartest of all the Weasley; and he was handsome even with his scars that now look less deep. Poor Bill, he had suffered much, and she wanted to make him happy.
She remembered the great-grandmother's story, how she had met her husband and decided to marry five days after they met.
Great Grandmother Von Garner's Love story- The roaring twenties were on when she went the girls in her finishing school to do the female version of the Great Tour. During the last week of the tour, the five young women sat just outside of a small café in the romantic city of Venice, when the wind knocked the hat from her head. She stood up to chase it, and the wind did a number on her light chiffon dress.
The gusts of wind uncovered her thighs to reveal silk hoses held up by a lacy garter belt. She was nearly in tears, it was hard trying to hold her dress down while chasing after her hat; and to make it worse, rowdy Italian young men's wolf whistled while making lewd comments.
At the table her friends joined the fun and laughed. Finally, giving up, Marianne started her way back, thinking she had lost her hat. She was a little upset when a big hand tapped her shoulder.
She turned around to find a tall young man. He introduced himself as Herzog Fritz Von Garner, a young Prussian officer from a titled family. He had lost a leg during the WWI and limped, but she paid no attention to that detail. He had her hat and took off his light overcoat to wrap it around her shoulders, so romantic!
He was a handsome man, actually dashing. He explained that he was visiting Italy before going back home to meet his future bride. His parents tired of waiting for him to make a decision to marry, had arranged a wife for him. She was from an Austrian family and with some kind of title.
It was love at first sight. On the fourth day, he proposed marriage. He was sure his parents wouldn't mind, after all, her parents were minor aristocrats, and that was all his parents wanted.
Hermione stopped her thinking. Not for the same time, she thought of the similarities found when comparing Pureblood practices with her own world's aristocracy's rules, and she cringed for a second.
Marianne's father was titled but lacked a great fortune, and there were two other daughters and three sons. So it was that after five days the eighteen-year-old Mariana returned to England with her love, to explain the situation to her father; and two weeks later, they were married.
The father was pleased with Fritz family's place in Prussian society; he had looked up the family, and they passed the test. The couple returned to live in England in the early thirties, because Fritz disagreed with new national party and the emerging government.
Hermione was still thinking while they gathered her a jumper and her handbag. Yes, if my Oma Marianne made the right decision, why cannot my case be the same? Besides, my case isn't as drastic; after all, I've known Bill and his family for a longer time, and I have always wished for Ron to be more like him. Who knows, maybe I've loved him all along; and, perhaps, Bill won't care about my idiotic lineage.
Darn, I am always afraid of what might happen if the Weasley found out that my parents were equivalent to Purebloods? Hmm, my real concern is that my parents are wealthy. Yes, I'm sure it would create all kinds of inferiority feelings on Ron. Even worse, at present, the money would make him envious of Bill.
The watchers
The audience was eating up all her thoughts, just like grains of popcorn. The female spirits were all sighing with the romantic mush, and the males were getting all pumped up for the action that might follow later on.
What a little gem this initially underrated show had turned out to be. They could not wait to brag to all their acquaintances, but maybe not too much, the tickets would get too expensive and difficult to buy; they knew the higher price, for prime entertainment, the few added newcomers had already paid.
They were sure the organizers were already selling tickets for this couple's wedding whenever it might be. After all, the bracelets served a dual-purpose, and one was to measure the energy captured by each attendee; and surely they realized that this couple was made for a powerful show, thus they could charge much more for future showings.
Many of them were wishing that they could contact an agent to secure them an entrance to the next function, and to buy an entrance ticket for some of their best friends.
The love scene would be worth a meal for an entire week. Just to this point everyone had wracked energy and power points. What a deal! They all would have extra-points to barter for favors and get whatever they wished. They would have to spend the extra because they would be unable to consume them all before they went stale…Man, what a show.
They didn't know that they were about to get an offer to move to the next place where the show would continue—providing they were willing to pay for a new ticket, at thrice the price of the last offer.
Back at the Burrow-
"Bill, I won't fight you. How could I? I also want to be with you." Hermione told him as her cheeks took a scarlet tint; and she smiled, reassuringly, while caressing his hair. His hair was soft and silky, too bad that Molly had cut it the night before. No more cutting, Hermione decided, she loved his long hair.
Her smile made the wolf howl with happiness, and the families below went on alert. Particularly one Ron Weasley, who started to pull out his wand, but Harry stopped him with one swift punch on the arm.
"Ron, I will hex you to another realm if you start one more conflict. If Hermione wants to be with Bill, you must remember that she is an adult, and you need to leave her alone. We all had our chance and face it, you even betrayed her with Lavender. I was a fool to respect your selfish claim, and that was my own doing. So you must let her go. Give me your wand, now."
Harry continued, now pointing his wand right at Ron's neck. "Be quick about it and don't make a scene; I was an idiot for letting you convince me to come back from Grimmauld."
"We are coming down. Mother, please cast a 'Reducio' on all food and drinks, and put them in two boxes, one with a heating charm and one with a cooling charm. Please do it now and meet us by the Floo." Bill yelled.
"I want everyone away from our path. Hermione is coming with me willingly. I believe the marking makes her my betrothed, at the very least. I won't be responsible if I harm anyone, while protecting what is mine." The thought of someone taking her away made Lobo snarl and growl, softly.
He walked pass everyone, not looking around the place, or at any one. Hermione had her arm around his waist, and he shielded her face while he held her against his chest. His face looked feral, and his eyes had switched from blue to gold. He looked every bit, the dangerous, almost, werewolf he was. Understandingly, only Ron wanted to go after him, but not a chance with Harry's wand still at his neck.
Molly was happy that they were going to be out her way. She hoped nobody would blame her for giving Bill one of the Prewett's traditional wedding accessories or the groom's accoutrement. Molly smiled mysteriously, thinking of her 'strange' words, as Ron had earlier accused her of using.
Bill accepted the box from his mother, he threw the Floo powder into the fireplace, spoke the destination, and poof, they were gone; a loud sigh was heard as a relieved Harry put his wand away the moment the couple vanished.
Harry let down his guard way too soon, because immediately after, Ron yelled as he stood up, knocked Harry down with his elbow, and made a mad dash for the Floo with his wand in front of him.
"Hermione, somebody help me to go and get her. He is no longer my brother, can't you all see? He is a bloody fucking wolf, and he is going to rape her. He is a bloody beast." Immediately, everyone's wands were out, and all the grownups were reading to act.
