Chapter 13- Saying goodbye is hard to do
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╚╗At the Burrow╔╝
Viktor was talking to Charlie, who as usual, was filled with compassion. He truly felt bad for the handsome wizard, "Mate, she is his. He is with her, talk to Harry."
He had never personally seen the young witch as a sprite full of fire, only as his obnoxious little brother's friend. That was until the day before, she had really filled out nicely, but she was still a bit young for his liking.
"How about if we all go out for a drink," proposed Harry.
One of the Aurors still parked at the Burrow heard them talking, "Not with the aggression ongoing, and the readiness in such high alert, you all need to keep a low profile."
True, they needed to stay nearby, "I propose a little pub near here. " Fred said, and they all agreed.
Later that day, after much soul searching, some moved forward and some held a grudge, or had a plan, and stayed behind.
Viktor knew in his heart that his Herm-ion-y was perfect, let them talk, he would find a pastime while he waited and waiting he could, a lot longer than any. He might partner with someone, as the odd duck, and wait. Why wait alone, he liked sex and the company of others. His father had done it, his uncle as well, and the list went on. There was no such thing as second best, no each time was different. He followed the crowd.
They all had talked and would be in the lookout for suitable witches; all but at least one of them, or two, would stubbornly hold on, perhaps because they didn't have another choice.
Guard Duty-
Two small hawks were perched right outside a cracked window. No sounds were coming out, surely the effect of a silencing charm. They were posted to guard a special couple and enjoyed the last of the summer's sun. It was good to feel once again, to be in solid form, and mostly to be back in this beautiful world. In this smaller form they blended better, the rooks were for time of battle.
Lobo's Mate
His tongue was caressing hers, when suddenly his lips turned demanding, and his hands were everywhere at once. He went on his knees, his eyes were barely blue, and he wanted to slowly taste her from head to toe but not now, hoping to complete their mating ritual. His movements convey the urgency he now felt.
His instinct was telling him what to do, and he turned her around. She smiled, she had read about werewolf's matting rituals last night. Seductively, she raised her bum, and she heard a small whimper. She smiled with mischief.
"Love, I hope I don't offend you, I need this, please. Your bum is so nice, it reminds me of peach." His voice was low and throaty. Yeah, a peach ready for a nice second marking bite, Lobo prompted and hoped.
"Don't bite it to hard I must be able to sit down, Señor Lobo." She giggled, trying to sound unafraid.
"Just Lobo, Lobo is fine, naughty little witch. Oh gods you are beautiful." He said when his fingers pried her legs apart, and he was able to see her wet labia and the carefully trimmed and partly bare area, he was consumed with lust.
Fleur was also beautiful, but he had never had such strong feelings, never like this, "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked inhaling her scent; it was unreal to sense such enticing aroma. It made him want to consume her. How different were his senses, a smell had the power to change his moods, but how fantastic. He thanked Fenrir again for the gifts, specially for his beloved, right there with him.
She didn't answer but allowed him to raise her bum closer toward him and put a pillow under her belly. Desire consumed her, and she moaned aloud, driven by the need to have him inside.
"Hermione, princess, is it ok? May I?" He was allowed to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, within reason that was; she had, freely, given herself to him. She took this phase of her life with the same dedication and enthusiasm as she did everything else.
"Yes, yes,'" he kneeled behind her, and opened her legs wider and probed with his fingers, oh gods. For Bill there were only two beings, his young witch, and he, and her smell was intoxicating him, oh Merlin.
"You smell, so, so…" His voice was hardly recognizable and emitted an amorous growl, an animalistic sound that expressed his exact feelings.
"Bill, you are Bill, right?" She sounded scared.
"I am William Weasley son of Arthur and Molly, your mate; and while Lobo thinks you are only his, he is wrong." Bill made an effort to sound normal, but Bill was nearly gone. This was an impersonator, Lobo.
He stopped talking; first, sat on his knees And lowered his head. He stuck his face between her thighs, and with his tongue tasted her to his content. His tongue was teasing, but in this position it was not very easy to do more, and he needed to be one with her.
He lowered her down and still holding her slid inside in one thrust. He groaned, and she mewled; he wanted this feeling to never stop. Her bum, oh so beautiful, he bent down, and surely enough, sunk his teeth in. She squirmed and yelped, and he promptly licked, soothing the area. His body thrusting wildly, later this would be a hazy memory, for Bill, but a unforgettable for Lobo.
His knees could not longer hold him; he wasn't sure of what followed. It was all melded into on long strong thrust, pushing into her, feeling the moist vise pressing around him. "Hermione, princess, do you love me? Are you mine? Say it!" He demanded.
Her voice was coming from a distance, "I am, Bill I am yours. And you, Bill and you?"
"Yours, yours, my mate, my sweet princess," he roughly lifted her braid with one hand and wrapped it around his hand, his canine teeth, sharper and longer, fangs; he could feel his seed rising, he would not last long, "Mine, now, forever, mine."
Using her braid, he brought her head closer to him, and his fangs clamped on her neck. She screamed, and her mind flooded with pleasure.
Their minds filled with visions of meadows, streams, and brooks. She was a maiden running in fear, and he was a wolf hunting for her. He grabbed her, and threw her on the ground, no longer a wolf, a strange man, more beast than man.
The man tore her clothes and did the same with his. Without any preambles, he possessed her, and his hips moved fiercely, his movements resolute and hard. His eyes trained on their joining, mesmerized seeing her under him, thrusting in hard succession, in an out of her. In the vision and at their bed, he bit even harder, the pleasure, moans. He could see her back narrowing, the dip of her waist, her peach shaped bum; his sex and hers joined slick, wet, a wondrous sight, and felt the fire building on his brain, oh gods.`
'My witch, do you want me, do you?" He heard the strange voice. The moist walls contracting around his cock, gods, the painful pressure, pleasure, pain, the burn," oh Yess, I LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU," he yelled.
Bill had never been such a screamer but something had changed, and he desperately wanted the young witch to love him, to stay with him. He had no way to understand that once she had decided she would stay on, or at least, as long as he treated her with respect and with love.
"I love you too," she responded, and the bonding was once again re-affirmed. The young and the old , Molly and Arthur, and all those close to her, experienced a feeling of wellbeing; albeit, a few were overcome by an extreme sadness, a feeling their time here was coming to an end.
When the storm that ensued, quiet down, they both fell asleep again, in each others arms.; Hermione was once again very glad that her mother had put her on the pill.
Even after her father unhappily opposed the idea, "Jean, that is just encouraging promiscuity." She was so happy that her mother had followed her heart. Her parents, how was she going to tell them?
O╣At Voldie's Headquarters — Conspiracy╠O
Their bonding had unseen and hardly noticeable effects. It would pave the way for a sure victory, the bond's magic, softened up those whose lives it had touched. In unexpected ways, it was the chaos effect, but magnified. Sadly, it had its limitations and not everyone was open to its magic.
Lucius Malfoy who was already regretting his involvement with the madman, became more adamant to make a drastic change. The things he had made his son do haunted him, and even worse, was the knowledge that Draco hated him.
And now the half-breed used his home as his Headquarters, damn him. Everyone was up in arms after the two defeats at the Burrow, and he had a bad feeling up his spine. The bloody Bellatrix was largely to be blamed for the manor's desecration. Those crazed, overbred Blacks, his mother had been right.
He had seen the large crows and had rushed to his library, to research them. Damn if I wasn't right. Lucius my hero, you are true genius.
He was so absorbed that he failed to notice one figure entering the room. By the time he noticed, it was too late.
"So tell me Lucius, what you have there that has you so enthralled and holed here, hmm? Do tell."
And he peeked and read, "Theories on the Realms. Hmm, large birds...demi-gods…long ago dead heroes…all gathered in a realm and being held for their crimes. Aha, a prison of sorts, or is it a holding place…not able to be here freely, but…" Lucius fumed as the other wizard read aloud.
"I wondered if I had been the only one that made the connection," the other wizard continued talking while Lucius smoldered.
He was selfish and didn't share, much less this significant find. He should have been more careful before reading the books from the secret stash. He should had been taken extreme care, considering all the riffraff walking along the Manor's hallways.
"No, you were not the only one, "another person came in and closed the door behind him.
"Fenrir, I didn't know that you could even think." Lucius retorted, wanting to taunt him. It was underhanded, since he knew Fenrir to be an Oxford graduate.
"Lucius my boy, it would almost appears as if you want to be my companion and are looking for a swift bite. Being that I am a gentleman, I would be remiss if I didn't comply."
He was in his half transformed aspect, one that he relished, because it scared the living lights out every one
"So what are you Machiavellian conspirators talking about?" Fenrir asked feigning disinterest.
"Nothing in particular," Severus was quick to answer.
"Well, I am getting tired of all the madness. So listen well, if the nothing turns into something that might save our hides, count me in. I am going now, the walls talk." He had remarked the nothing, intentionally.
Then with a haughty look, his face not longer lupine, it was the face of Lord Greyback who said on his way out, "I am not branded like cattle like the two of you. My allegiances are only to those whom I consider my pack. Only bovines would let theirselves be branded with such hideous abomination."
He started to leave but turned around, "Just changed my mind, you don't let me know of any something, and you two have ensured a furry future." With that said, he left.
Severus and Lucius looked at each other and laughed. "Nah," both agreed.
Snape updated him on Voldemort's new plans. ''The Dark Lord heard of the large birds and wants to bring Harry down and fast. He said something about the Golden Bond.
After linking past events, Lucius made a decision, "Severus I want to join the order, I want my family in one piece, and I am not going back to Azkaban."
╔╣ Saying goodbye is hard to do ╠╗.
Days had passed, and it had been decided, they were leaving to find the Horcruxes and time was running out. Bill had promised to let her go, and now as they were preparing to say goodbye, he just couldn't. He needed to something, needed to figure out how to keep her with him.
"Please love, let Harry and Ron go alone." Bill begged holding her tight to his chest, his arms were trembling, and his eyes were full of tears. He didn't care if anyone made fun of him. The family stood away from them, trying to give them privacy.
Although he knew that his request would follow on deaf ears, he was just unable to let her go, he had a bad feeling, "Princess, we hardly know each other, it is time to know each other."
"Please don't ask, Harry won't make it without me, don't make it harder. I have a gift for you."
She gave him a coin, "This one is just for you, touch it if you want to see me, if it is safe, I will send you my location so you can Apparate. I would rather you wouldn't use it, it will be dangerous," and for the first time in their short time together, she kissed him, and his heart shattered into small pieces.
For a few seconds, she tried to ignore the call of her boys. Molly and Arthur held on to each other, what was going on with their family? Poor their boy, poor Bill. May all my children be protected." She whispered, wanting to hope. But a dark premonition had taken root in her mother's heart.
