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Chapter 8- Wedding night, or something like it.

Warning: The next two chapter contain mature content. You should skip them if you find this offensive. You will not miss much in that case.

Wedding night, or something like it.

Ron's Last Stand

"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 ready to act.

"Ron stop right there." It was Arthur's angry yell. For the first time in his parental experience, Arthur walked to his younger son, in anger. His hand came down on Ron and nearly got him. Everyone was quiet not believing what Arthur had done.

Sensing the pain this would cause Arthur, Harry wished he had placed Ron inside a full body bind.

Arthur looked horrified as he stopped himself. "Ron, what is wrong with you. He is your brother; please don't do this to the family; and that language must go." Arthur ran out the room to his bedroom with tears running down his cheeks, and Molly followed him trying to calm him down.

Her heart heavy with regret, yet happy for stopping the unwanted marriage. Some people are bound to be hurt, always creating conflict, she thought pragmatically. You cannot make an omelette without breaking some eggs. She concluded, knowing what to do to lighten his heart, she walked faster and smiled widely.

They had not even reached the room, when an alarm warned. "Death eaters outside, we are surrounded. Ready your wands and take position. Reinforcement will arrive in 20 seconds, move away from the Floo."

The Watchers

They were all complaining, furious that they could not follow the couple to shell Shell Cottage, as their enforcer/event coordinator had just advised them. The organizers had informed them, "Sorry, the coordinators in charge of event pricing just advised that your tickets only cover one geographical location. A new rule for events that suddenly change pricing classification.

The watchers, feeling cheated, were leaving when the Death eaters arrived. Hence, at the unexpected turn of events, the watchers sat down, joyfully. After all, sex and violence generated about the same quantity of psychic energy, maybe not so tasty but good nevertheless. And darn, they loved anger and maybe a few spent lives, the latter was rather delicious and so very filling, death energy was one of the best dark treats; something akin to dark chocolate as explained by a Fate to a more recent arrival to their quasi-detainment resort.

Their bracelets started flashing, alerting them to an oncoming announcement.

"Relocations to the new portal can be purchased by those willing to pay the fee, 259 energy units, to be automatically deducted from individual reserves. You get first choice, If you want this offer push the acceptance triangle twice and close the transaction with the omega button. Due to the magnitude of anticipated consumable energy levels, ten additional seats can be purchased…wait, all those have already been bought by pricing commissioners. You have 10 seconds to act upon termination of this announcement.

Five seconds later, the entire audience had decided shagging made for better entertainment than a battle. They all looked rather beautiful when they climbed into the shells at the portal exit, to travel to their next location. Their energy levels replenished during the previous chaotic event, where emotions had ran so high, were unprecedented, to those previously experienced by any of the attendees..

And a free event, who would have thought, a wedding turned into a bestial claiming; turned into a battle field; turned into a sexy show; with plenty of intrigues, jilted brides, powerful tokens, broken hearts, brother against brother, abduction of sorts, deceiving spouses, temptation to stray, and lest not forget, a extremely handsome pair at the center of all. Yes, even eye candy for the voyeurs, no matter of your persuasion, for each one of them, and all gratis, until now...

The watchers shone god like, already fed and renewed by the day's events. Who knows, some of them could also get lucky with another of the inspired attendees. The group reappeared at the already arranged sitting outside of Shell-Cottage, the new arrivals already occupying choice sitting. The place was already crackling with love magic, "Yes, keep it coming!" the guide voiced and everyone applauded.

At the cottage- Setting the stage

The cottage was ready for the honeymooning couple. Ok, for the mating couple, since the formerly planned honeymoon had gone up in ashes. A bottle of French champagne waited under a cooling charm, along with a tray of light food.

No need for that, we have better. So first things first, Bill thought and invoked an "Engorgio" on the food brought along, and they sat to eat. If someone had asked what they were eating, they would have been unable to tell; after all, the sexual tension in the room was too high.

Bill was rock hard since their first kiss and was barely able to concentrate. Nevertheless, he poured two glasses from a bottle of wine, chilled and ready to go. It was one that Molly had readied, and had even saved several slices of cake for them. He left the champagne for better uses, later.

Bill smiled, his mom was happy he hadn't married the big bird; he secretly chuckled at Lobo craziness for calling Fleur a bird.

She is a fucking harpy; you have seen her once like that. Ugh, so damn ugly, and her body smelled like a wet chicken. You know it is true; just compare and agree, oh yes, yes, our mate smells of heaven. Lobo told him, and Bill laughed joyously, he fully agreed with his lupine persona .

They sat on the rug around a small center table in the drawing room, once he'd placed several pillows in anticipation of things to come The fire was roaring, and Bill stretched right next to her, he wanted to caress her face and lips while they ate. He was unable to take his eyes away from Hermione, and every so often, he would lean to kiss her lips, and she would recoil away from him. She was a bit skittish, and the wolf loved the virtual chase.

Hey Macho, said Lobo, pour la pretty Señorita more vino. Since when do you speak Spanish? Bill asked.

I don't, you do, Mr. Guillermo el-señor-dummy, and as I recall, this is pretty much your vocabulary. Bill chuckled at the ravings of Lobo. His inner-wolf had a sharp tongue; come to think of it, Moony was also the same.

"Why are you laughing?" Hermione smiled thinking, holly cow, he looks gorgeous whenever he smiles.

"If I told you, it might not be so funny." He answered with a smirk and a sexy wink. made Hermione's stomach flip flop with want, and kindled the fire between her thighs.

"More wine, pretty Señorita?" He asked with a roguish voice, kissed the top of her head, and rubbed his chin on her shoulder.

"Muchas gracias, Señor Guillermo," she answered with a big smile. "I also know a few words." And they both laughed together.

The laughter broke the ice and pretty soon the wine was all gone. "Do you care for a glass of champagne?" He asked gallantly.

Bill promptly asked, seeing the young witch relax under his caresses as she drank more wine. He wanted more, but a good hunting wolf relaxes his prey. With that idea on his mind, his hand rubbed her calves and her small feet. All while holding her other hand, which he would let go of it occasionally, to have a sip of wine.

His hand was one great nerve ending and just touching her, had his body aching with the need to go further. His back occasionally arched, and his hips thrusted forward, towards her.

She sat next to him and played with his shoulder length hair; her hand would occasionally go near his lips. Invariably, he would catch her fingers with his lips to bite them playfully. Every bite made Hermione's stomach and groin, clench with desire, making the air heady with her arousal releases.

God, his lips are so soft, and he is so sexy. She thought.

"Love, champagne, a little more?" He asked once, solicitously.

"Sure, but not much more, I am a bad drinker and get too drunk too fast, and I want to be awake for later." Immediately, Hermione realized the implied meaning of her words, and felt her face turning bright red, forcing her to look the other way.

Yes, and what do you want to be awake for? You are one silly and unsophisticated witch, yes you, Hermione Granger. She had to recriminate herself, feeling too young and inexperienced.

Bill noticed her blush and got up for the champagne. Albeit he wanted to do a little dance, he held himself back. It was taking all he had, just to keep Lobo in check. Every other minute, the wolf was telling him to mate with her. There was something going on here, and he couldn't figure it out. The feelings were way too intense.

The something was the coin inside the small pocket of his waistcoat, and it was pulsating. The reason was simple, the magic of this couple had charged it to the maximum extent possible, and, thus, it amplified whatever feelings the coupling magic generated.

Such was the nature of the coin, firstly, it would verify if their love would be strong and real, then it would assess their affinity. If they were truly compatible, it would amplify the magic of the first coupling and would bond their souls; but only if the couple was meant for each other.

The coin's magic worked with what it had; it could not create love, or a perfect couple, but if the union were strong, the greater power it would release.

It was one of the coins the ancients brought with them, during the exodus over 4,450 years ago. The Prewett's came across with the original group, and the coin, over 5,000 years old, had always been in their possession. It was not gold, or silver, or any metal from this planet earth, it didn't tarnish, always found its way to a Prewett descendant, and it didn't work for anyone else.

The watchers

What struck of luck to have been given the chance to attend this hot evening of love and craziness? Their energy catching armbands were already getting full. Soon they would transfer to their accounts, and if full to friends, a real bonanza. Magic lights swirled, looking like colored fireflies, around the building, and it was just a matter of waiting. They were laughing at Bill's thoughts, "Bill your mother did you a favor and be glad for that. That coin freed you from a witch that was beautiful and essentially good, but was not meant for you; now, quit thinking and do your job. That coin is a lucky one, and you are a very fortunate wizard."

Back inside the cottage-

He wasn't under a spell, simply because, the mate matching could not be faked; he just didn't have these strong feelings for the young witch before today, or did he? To be 100% honest, Hermione had only arrived a few days before, and he hadn't been around that much, or around her, before the bite.

True, that he found every reason in the world to sit with the young trio, more specifically next to Hermione, playing with her curls, teasing her, and even chasing the young people around the yard, to the point he was making HER, the harpy, mad.

He didn't want to think about Fleur, not even think of her name. But her recriminations had been true, "You are after the Mu..., ahem after Hermione as if you wanted her. I caught looking at her, when you though nobody was looking. Just now, your eyes were glassy, and you, well, you, " and pointed at his erection after looking at her playing with the boys and she had fallen down, and he had seen her knickers and her nicely shaped bum. He stood up to kiss Fleur, and his hard-on went away right away. She growled in anger and ran away. He stopped the train of thoughts right there.

The evening before the wedding, he had overheard her confession to Charlie and had cried tears of anger afterwards. He had been quite afraid that the Veela wouldn't marry him. He hated being a werewolf, or almost one. His scarred face, his new nature, was all a curse, well until tonight, when his dual nature has proven to be his lucky break.

Bill just told Fleur told her, more than once, "But love, the war was coming; thus, I need to talk to Harry and to the other young ones before things get worse." Looking at himself during the last weeks he realized that he had followed the girl around all the time.

Why did he do it? Simply, because he was happy around Hermione, and he just remembered yesterday at lunchtime when Ron told him, "Oi, Bill, you are getting married tomorrow, your days with other witches and other wizards are gone as of tomorrow. So start your new life today, because Hermione has my name written all over her. Yes, indeed, stay away from her."

Bill had angrily growled at Ron; though he grinned after Charlie punched his arm. "Bill, Ron is right, you already had your fun, and I know it first-hand." After all, more than once, they had gladly shared a witch, or a wizard.

All right, he had been thinking how sweet and innocent Hermione was, and how he wished he had been younger, but he took it as a sign of getting cold feet during the last days. And yes, he had been hard several times around her, but why? Now, he knew the answer, because Lobo had recognized her as his mate, and, conveniently, he had ignored the entire situation. Ah, and last night, after he heard Charlie and Fleur, he didn't started to cry until he looked outside; he remembered…

Hermione sat on the grass with her head on Harry's lap, who played with her hair, while her feet were over Ron's legs, and Ron massaged her feet. She was reading something to the young bloods that had them all laughing aloud and making them extremely rowdy. Something tore inside me; and it wasn't sadness over Fleur's words, no, it was the scene below. And the pain felt, was caused by regret and jealousy, of the young men having her love and affection.. Bloody hell, I have been fucking blind.

He was back from his memories, and it was time to quit mulling and dissecting this over and over.

"Do you mind if I make myself comfortable and just lay my head here." He asked, when he came back with the champagne glasses, as he placed a small pillow on her lap and laid his head on it. Afterwards, he turned around, placed the glass on the table, and, gently, he took the glass away from her.

He was happy because he had laid his head on her lap, a replay of her head on Harry's lap. He smiled briefly before his body reacted at her scent, and he pushed his head unto her belly.

He hid his face in the warmth of her body for a short while. He could hear their mutual ragged breathing; and one arm went around her waist to get closer, while pressing his lower body against her.

He kissed her body in the place next to his mouth and inhaled her scent. He could feel her body trembling with expectation, and her hand caressing his head; his prick was throbbing and wet, and his mouth had gone dry. He stretched a hand, held on to her neck, and pulled her face down towards his. She trembled as his lips came closer.

The watchers.

A sigh was heard amongst the group. The energy bracelets were barely short of full. They were waiting for the Shag... Get going, please, was the prevailing thought. The males were feeling a bit uncomfortable, ahem. Even the normally sexless brings were glowing pink.