HP=JR

Note: Remember Molly caused the super accelerated mating between Bill and Hermione. Also noticed, Hermione left him to accompany Harry. Strong magical links have united them, yet, she is being cautious, resisting the pull.

Ron is not bad, he simply saw his dreams shattered, but he surely will come around sooner or later. A reader made a suggestion for Ron's future, hmm, I think that is right. I won't display anymous comments, good or bad.

At the Party – Present – Separation Anxiety

Bill never wanted to cry the tears he'd cried during the seemingly eternal separation, 11 years before. He couldn't function those months they had been apart. He needed to make sure that would never happen were his thought seeing his witch walking with Narcissa, towards their house entrance. Seeing the old enemies now so dear to them, made him aware how much life could change. Yes, the memories of the past clouded his mind.

11 years before

Being Apart

╔╣ Ron abandons The Horcruxes Hunt╠╗

** [canon] Some time in the fall, their bickering was escalating. Hermione was getting tired of Ron complaining about everything, more times over her cooking.. After they had heard the Gryffindor's sword was a fake, and they had figured out the real sword could destroy Horcruxes, Ron already driven to anger by the locket could not stand the other two wanted, to yet search for another Horcrux, and he wanted to leave. [end of canon]

Harry was aware that most of Ron's resentment over Bill had to do with wearing the locket. Ron had exploded and started fighting and arguing, mostly with Hermione; thus, tired of the bickering and arguing which made him more depressed, Harry walked away from the pair.

Ron was ranting and raving that he didn't want to search for anything else. He couldn't control himself and was having a fit of rage and jealousy. "You are not married to him, bonding is not the same, I checked. You still need to be married." Ron was once more, letting her know that he disagreed with her so called 'relationship' with Bill.

Outside, two owls were angrily hooting, and wondering if they would have to intervene. The watcher's court was trying to decide if more watchers should be sent to accompany the witch, considering the increasing danger. The locket made it difficult to stand close to the witch, since it had pieces of a soul. Its powerful dark magic depleted their powers in this realm. Regardless, they flew as close to her as they could, and kept an ear in the ongoing discussion. They were in full alert, readying to intervene if necessary .

"I really don't care what you say, I'll marry him whether you agree or not. I am sad you won't accept it, because you are special to me.. And yes, you are right, I used to think I loved you, but the same goes for Viktor. In truth, if I ever loved anyone it was Harry." She turned around and saw Harry walking away, too bad she wanted him to hear her confession.

"I was too young to understand it, but he'd have never loved me the same. I am not saying I am in love with Bill. Whereas, I love being with him, what I feel for him, comes from deep inside my soul. I feel one with him, and surely, it will soon turn into love. The more I see him the more I love him. Of course, I only have seen him once since we left, and only for a few minutes." Her eyes were watery.

"Ah, so I was nobody, and it is always Harry, he has it all. I am fed up, and now he is the only one you loved. Let bloody Harry have it all, I am fed up. What does the fucker have that I don't have? So you `know, I'll tell Bill you love Harry. I see how he likes it. His voice loud and threatening.

Harry was within ear shot, and heard that she had loved him, and how he had always ignored her. It was all true, there were Cho, Ginny and the others.. He hadn't realize how much he cared until he lost her. Or maybe, he had known for a long time, but was afraid to love someone too much, and then he would lose her. The other witches had been 'safe', even 'safe-enough' to marry and have children. It would be better that way, so if anyone was to take them away from you, the pain would be less.

Harry finally came back but there was nothing to be done, Ron left, and both Hermione and Harry felt betrayed and sad.

When Ron showed up at the Burrow, Bill nearly killed him. The fight that ensued was so heated, that Ron and Bill would not talk again until Voldemort was dead. He'd desperately tried calling her with the coin. The need to see her consuming him; but the coin's magic was being interfered by the locket's dark forces. He was growing despondent; and albeit Lobo wasn't talking, the sad howls kep him awake at night.

The watchers were under new directives considering the couple was split, and now there were two pairs looking over each one of them. There were technical-magical difficulties, near the forbidden forest; which exerted other negative effects; besides diminishing their powers; they became exhausted in less than a day. Many feared there were too many chances to endanger the couple, and they all worried for their wards' safety.

╔╣ The Gift-

When Ron was callen by Harry while drowning , during his attempt to rescue the Gryffindor sword, Bill went with him. Later reunited with Hermione, they sat down under a tree, and he covered her with his winter cloak. The first thing he noticed is how slender she was. She had dark circles under her eyes, and seemed worn out.

Lobo was furious and wanted to kill the boys. He came out his long silence with angry words. Are you a wizard or a chicken? First your brother abandons her to fend on her own. And Harry, fine job he has done. You have only seen her once for a minute in months. Christmas she was away while Ron was safe. What are you going to do about it?

Bill knew that his wolf was right; he felt that maybe the witch was too young for him, and she might want one of the younger wizards. That maybe she had changed her mind. Bill himself had lost a lot of weight. It had not been easy, especially with Fleur writing to him, wanting to make up with him, and he had even considered it for a few days.

Hermione was confused, these last days she had wanted to go back home. But after dancing with Harry, she was very troubled. She could feel Harry watching them, his eyes were sad. Gods, what to do? For days, she had felt all kinds of things for Harry. After all, what did she know about Bill? However, here with him, she wanted Bill all over again.

"Let's walk, just a little ahead," Bill said, "before we left, I had packed a tent and supplies. There were ready from the time I looked for you, come ok?" He asked almost shyly. Hermione blushed, she was not very clean, their clothes were Scourgified, and she washed their underwear and socks whenever they went by a stream.

She wondered if she smelled and finally decided that it mattered little.

"Love are you coming?" he pulled her hand to help her get up, and she nodded.

"Let me run and tell them we are leaving for the night ok?" He nodded, his heart beeping hard; he had not yet even kissed her. So he pulled her and gave her a chaste kiss in the lips. He heard Lobo's frustrated comment, 'Tongue my boy, and touch her, arggghhh;' however, ignoring Lobo, he let her go.

They were both shy around it each other, and it was killing him and Lobo. Leave it up to me and I will take care of this situation, I want my mate, and you haven't even tried to give her a real kiss. Grow a pair my boy, or I'll take charge, only a few days to full moon, two to be exact, and I will take over. She smells shagalicious, and, you are either a man, or I am a wolf, got it? Lobo growled inside.

"Harry," she said avoiding looking at Ron, "we are setting a tent just beyond the tree, I hope is okay."

"Err, yeah, not a problem, I understand, we are here, Ron and I are fine, see you in the morning. We will take watch tonight." Harry's voice sounded distant, because deep inside, his heart ached. After the kiss and the dance, he had hoped, well knowing that Bill would have her in the end.

Ron didn't even answer, he had wanted to leave without Bill knowing, but Molly sent Fred to get him. He was still not reconciled with the idea. Not at all, he had argued this point with his mom, non-stop. He was suspicious that his mother hid something. He was sure she had a hand on ruining Bill's wedding day, and on how Hermione had given in to him. He would find out sooner or later.

Hermione avoided looking at either one of her two boys and went to meet Bill, who was already setting up the tent. The amount of magic to set the tent was minimal. He stopped what he was doing and gathered her in his arms. Before she could say anything, he lifted her head and his lips moved over hers, "Hermione," he whispered. Bill smiled as she opened her lips welcoming him, about time, do us proud human, Lobo mumbled.

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^\/^The end justifies the means ^\/^

Bill had been dreaming about the young witch; and as much as he had tried to forget her, his efforts had been futile. She had become his life and just the mention of her name made him want to be all over her. He had been irritable and difficult to be around, and nobody could stand him. He was were here now.

The moment, he touched her lips, was ready to have her, just her sight was enough foreplay, and, "Achoo, achoo, achoo."

Bill could not stop sneezing, he was mad at Lobo, she was Hermione but her lips, her mouth tasted of Harry. Imbecile, you are dumb, they are sharing a tent, probably share dinnerware, tableware, all. Some of his scent is sure to be on her. Go inside, and let me love my witch. Bill scolded Lobo.

Bill tried again and wait, "Hermione," he pulled away from her, "Your hair, your clothes, ehem, you face; ehem, maybe even your lips, they taste of Harry's. I'm not the one with the problem; I have a wolf voice like Remus, and he is unhappy with the stink, err, the smell."

Hermione realized that it was not the inner wolf, it must be Bill. She blushed intensely, yes, earlier today, Harry had given her a peck, and there might have been a little bit of an open mouth, maybe the tip of his tongue, or a tad more?

Both had already agreed this was verboten, and they had stopped the accidental touching kissing and just a little more. Ok, they had, mostly, stopped until earlier today. It happened very early, Harry was tense, and it had been an exception, go figure. She now guessed that some scent lingered, darn and double and triple curses.

"We have a makeshift shower, if you stand on guard for me, I will wash up quickly."

Bill was ashamed, it was very cold, but Lobo was not giving in an inch. As much as I want to play with my witch—"I will warm up the water, just a quick one."

"Ok, here, help me." She turned around and raised her hair, to let him unsnap her bra. She wasn't experienced in the art of seduction, but the idea had an appeal.

Bill moaned with hunger and pressed his hips unto her back, he wanted contact. Too bad, when he bent to kiss her neck, the sneezes started non-stop.

Bill couldn't even argue with Lobo; Harry's scent was also making him angry and jealous. He wanted to ask her if she had done more than kissing. Nevertheless, he enjoyed her shy undressing and just looked at her.

Just a couple minutes earlier , she had washed with a strong herbal soap and quickly shampooed her hair and conditioned just in case of having contaminated hair. After all, Harry played, constantly, with her hair for stress relief.

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Bill wrapped her up in his cloak and carried her back to their tent bridal style. Next time, when he would come back, he would buy a tent with kitchen and shower, he didn't want to share with the boys.

Harry, who was at guard, saw the entire exchange, and could see Bill as he carried her back in his arms, with their faces united in a passionate kiss. Intense jealousy grabbed his heart, and for a minute he wanted to kill Bill with his own hands.

The darkness settled on him so intensely, that Voldemort felt a welcoming change proceeding from Harry. It fed his twisted soul and made him dream about an alliance with the powerful young wizard; he knew with such an alliance no one would ever be able to bring their dominion down.

After a couple minutes, Harry's good heart took control. He had known that Hermione had wanted more with him, but there was Cho, and Ginny and the entire lot. Never time for his best friend; if this had happened there were no others to blame but he.

He prayed to the ghosts of his parents to help him through this hard time and to be able to wait for another chance to love. He always thought she would be there in the end, but he had played his cards wrong.

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At the tent, Bill had casted a powerful warm-up spell. He was drying his beloved gently. "I couldn't wait to see you. I thought you would have tried to see me before. But you never asked me to see you."

As he dried her, he would lick her here and there. He just couldn't have enough. While he dried her, he pressed his leg against her thigh; she moaned softly, and he had to bite his lips not to groan, he had been hard for what seemed hours. His body clenched with desire and his skin burned.

"It has not been easy, I hope for this to be over soon. We are getting closer, and honestly, I have been wondering if maybe Dumbledore might not have been right. There is also something quite strange about all of this. He told Harry there was a Horcrux inside him, but I find the concept had to believe. "

Bill dried her hair with the towel and took his time. He loved her wild hair and loved playing with it, more to the point, Lobo was in love with her mane. He had not yet told her of his new plans. Before he would forget, he casted a silencing charm, Lobo had plans to howl tonight. He hoped, she wasn't tired; he didn't want to sleep a wink the entire night.

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On a tree branch, next to the tent, four large bats stood on different branches, and the owls already there, stood on other trees. They had, earlier, detected a group of snatchers, but it was not the first time during the last weeks.

The watchers kept a close eye, and more than once had masked the small rebel band, and hidden their presence behind trees, shadows and at other times inside heavy fog. They knew the ghostly figures who watched over, but couldn't do more than being there.

The three slivery figures were extremely happy to see the watchers. They were the parents and the guardian, of the young man who carried a burden that was not his, not at all.

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"I have some amazing news; Lucius and family are now order members. And even more, there awesome still are rumors that Fenrir wants to play out the fence. And Lucius has offered me a job when the war is over; he wants both of us to work for Malfoy industries, some association, and—"his voice stopped by the view in front of him.

Hermione had dropped the blanket, and she stood there. He swallowed once, mesmerized by the view. In the semi-shadows, she seemed as an apparition. He growled softly. Oh, yes, he was going to mark her again.

She had lost a lot of weight, yet she was beautiful to him. Her long hair wild and untamed fell in a cascade down her back. Her breasts stood firm, her body young and strong, sinuous and just beautiful.

The gentle rise and fall of her breath made her chest move along the rhythm. The narrowing of her waist, the gently rounded belly, the curls in the v made by her thighs, her legs long for her body, and her aura that made her glow; it all worked as a sensual melody that rose his desire a wild crescendo, made him hard as steel and crazy with desire. He wanted to meld into her.

The smell of her arousal was intoxicating and just added to her allure. He never, ever wanted to let her go again. He no longer cared about his job. He had decided to accept Lucius offer, but that was not important, not now. He could be here with them within a month or two.

"Hermione, princess, have you missed me? Do you still want me?" He didn't move and waited for her answer before touching her.

"Why would I be standing here, without any clothes? It seems that I cannot ever try to think otherwise; it is a fact, you are the only one." She licked her lips nervously and her darting tongue made his hips pull forward, a tiny whimper escaped his lips.

In the haze of desire, the meaning of her words wasn't lost to him, and he growled in anger. "Have you been with Ron, or was it with Harry?

"It doesn't matter, you are the only one." She shrugged her shoulders, a sign of defeat, she had accepted it; she was his.

He quickly undressed with a swept of his wand, well knowing he had used it once too many times, and they needed to keep magic use to a minimum, and in one fell swoop gathered his mate in his arms. His lips sought her mouth, thirsty for her kisses, for her flavor, for the pleasure they gave him. He pressed against her, "Princess, feel how I want you."

In the tight embrace, she could feel him, hard and aroused against her belly. He was dripping, and it made her less embarrassed for her own state. He suddenly pulled her up by her hips, "Kitten, would you wrap your legs around me?" He didn't have to ask twice, his lips descended on hers again. The feel of her lips and her response to his kisses, had wrapped them in a sensual spell.

All he could think was about the tight, wet, pulsating walls, all closing around him. His hips curved forward, and his finger sought her entrance. He remembered the pain, the joy, to be inside of her forever, to make her his, to know she wanted him.

"Hermione, tell me what you want. Tell me your thoughts," He wanted to know. He waited for her answer licking, tasting, getting lost inside the web of her presence. He toyed with her, just outside of her very wet core, almost in, yet pulled away, no matter how she pressed her hips down, and this game was driving him insane.

"I want you, just want you to touch me, to kiss me, and I want to give you pleasure, I like your face when you come, you look so beautiful, that it is hard to believe you are mine."

Her voice was shaky; she wanted to tell him that she wanted him so much that she ached inside, that at night she cried herself to sleep, that something inside wasn't right, and he was the only thing to make it all go away. "What do you want from me? Did you miss me?" she asked, her voice still shaky and a bit fearful.

He brought her to the enlarged cot and sat on the edge with her. He lowered her head and kissed his way down to her right nipple, and he could have died of joy. "Oh yes, I missed you and wished you with me." He could not say more. He wanted to taste her. He kissed both of her breasts, licked them, and sniffed each inch, marking his new territory by making small nips. He wanted to remember each one of her sweet smells.

After that, there were bits and pieces he could later remember. Mostly it was all a sensual dream. In no time, his wish was met, and all the weeks apart were forgotten. His lips found her breasts again, and the wish to consume her invaded his mind. She was perfect, perfect for him. Her hands caressed his hair, touched his face, the bridge of his nose. She gently went over his scars, and each touch elicited a moan, or a cry.

"Hermione, my mate, my bonded love, you feel so good, "he kept repeating as he became one with her. His hands could not get enough of feeling, of touching. His fingers found her wet nether lips and at once her body arched to receive him. He was just outside her wet core, and he repeated her name over and over. The moment, he touched her clit she cried, and spasms overcame her body.

"Bill, oh Bill, I missed you," and her hands touched his arousal guiding him in. It was all tentative yet, she was learning his body, how to bring him pleasure. She loved to feel how she made him fiel. When he slid in, slowly at first, his mind shut down.

He started thrusting with ardor, the sensation was very intense, and his furious movements were matched by her. Hermione was lost in the sensation, her heart was beating wildly, and she wanted more, more of something she could not name.

His fangs elongated, and he came upon her neck and bit her hard, lights exploded around them, and the owls and bats posted outside felt a delicious rush going through them. He wanted her baby but this was not a good time. Why isn't a good time, think, you could bring her home to safety. Lobo who had been quiet, too bad he decided to speak.

Fenrir, who was not far away and dammed the situation, he wish he could get closer and test what he had read. Too bad, but he was with Mulciber and Bellatrix. He saw the lights that could be easily mistaken with the unusual lights of the Forbidden Forest; amazing how he felt his body's response already, and experienced a rush of power and wellbeing. But they did not get it, strange, he thought everyone around did. Fenrir wanted to come closer to them but not with these maniacs around.

Bill's was sobbing in need, "Tell me you are mine," he asked her again and again. She could not find her voice, "I am, only yours."

He could feel It, "Come with me." And she was already there when his seed filled up her womb.

He kissed her brows, her nose, he cheeks, "Mine, you are mine, and I am yours." They went to sleep in each other's arms. The tent was hidden in fog, and inside the fog, a golden glow surrounded it. For years to come the area would become a wild animal refuge, plenty of fish in the nearby stream, water, berries, mushrooms, seeds and nuts.

They woke up before sunrise, and once again loved each other. There was a desperate feeling that woke them. Hermione asked him, "Bill, may I be on top, I read about it."

He laughed and gave her a wicked smile, "Whatever you want, no need to ask, surprise me."