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." —

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Chapter 16 News and a Bad Wolf

He laughed, "Whatever you want, no need to ask, surprise me." Yes my sweet bitchie, surprise us, it will be great. Lobo added, but Bill growled, Never, ever call her like that, she'd be angry at both, cut it! Silence, was the best answer.

Before she did anything, she lowered her head, and he felt her lips kissing her way down his chest, kissing and licking, when they were near to his belly button, he stiffened. Oh, yes, he had hoped, and would have asked, but he thought it was too soon. To have her lips around it, and to play with him until he would come, could he hope for it? Oh yes, he could.

"Please love, taste it, oh yes" His voice breaking, "Put your lips around it, do it for me."

When her lips went around it, he groaned and wanted to howl with pleasure. She must have read an entire manual, judging by her different moves.

"Yes, like that, yes, you, oh god, my love," Her mouth was so warm, and what she was doing with her tongue and hands...She was also moaning with him. Hermione couldn't believe that she was so aroused doing this. Gods, he was beautiful all over. And to think Lavender was right, it was great, it felt great, soft skin, and so hard.

"Love, princess, I want to be inside, just straddle me. Stop, please."

"You don't like it, what I am doing?" She asked, sounding a little peeved.

"I do, I do, but I want to be inside you once more. Please, if we have more time, we can try this again." His voice was broken and anxious.

She obviously had read about being on top. Bill groaned very loud when she lowered herself, she was trying it differently; her love for reading was being put to good use.

"My love, my princess, tell me you are only mine," he needed to hear it. His hands oh her hips helping her along; a minute later, hands on her breasts. Gods, he loved her, he needed her. Her movements, her wetness, her muscles contracting around him, he was going to die of pleasure.

He loved her hair all messy, shinning under the soft lumox light, and the dusk of the early dawn; the tent barely lit in the 'chiaro oscuros' made it all surreal, a breast in the dark and the other in the light, half of her face illuminate; her face concentrated in the act of love; all together composing a sight to help him endure the days to come. He would save the memory, just for him.

"Yours, only yours, Bill, are you mine?" She stopped, afraid of the answer.

He pulled up to her, and closed her mouth with a kiss, while he caressed her body. "Yours, I love you, I love you." His voice was breaking; he was happy and needed her, to feel her, and to love him.

At once, the fierce intensity of his loving increased; his hard body moved without mercy; his loving eyes intent on her; the pressure building, she felt the rise of pleasure, and the feeling of just getting ready to ride the wave; she wanted more, "More, oh gods, I am almost there," she heard her own voice pleading.

Just hearing her need, he felt currents of pleasure traveling to every nerve ending, which made him desperate for their release.

When he saw her arched back and her closed eyes, and, then, he heard her, "Yes," as she sobbed, consciousness ended and he let go; as his seed burst into her, he had the vision of a baby girl. The vision was fleeting, and all he felt was the pleasure of completion for both of them.

She rested her head on his chest, while she kissed it and licked his nipples; Bill moaned with pleasure.p/

They were still joined; he wanted to maintain contact as along as he could. Her muscles, still contracting, probably intentionally, increased his need. "You taste so delicious, my wolf," he chuckled as he massaged her delightful bum, it was so beautiful.

She smelled the crook of his neck, right by the collar bone, and with a mischievous look in her eyes, she first kissed him, and opened her mouth to taste him once more, he was hard once again and thrusting slow. Both were moaning, and whispering whatever came to mind, to each other.

The sounds of the forest, the last cries of the night creatures, the strange magic concentrated in this area, were having an effect on the witch. She wished just for a moment to be a wolf, and both would run in the forest carefree and wild with their pups frolicking and playing behind them, the vision was blindly strong, and then it was gone, but left her wishing for it in the recesses of her mind.

Hermione lifted her head, and asked, "Mine, are you?" her hair was a mess, her face glowing with love, her eyes full of mischief. "Yes, yours, forever," was his response.

The forest magic was still working with her; she lowered her mouth to the sensitive place and bit him with all her might. She would later swear her teeth had felt sharper; it had been a strange sensation.

He hissed with pain and pleasure, "You are a bad witch," his voice hardly audible, his hands caressing every inch of her back. He was ready again, more than ready.

She looked at her work proudly, and "Oops, I am sorry, I bit too hard," she had broken the skin and realized the metallic taste was his blood. For some unknown reason, she felt crazed with desire, and something inside of her took over her consciousness, she licked the rest of the blood in his neck and heat flowed thru her veins; she was totally out of control.

Bill held her, "Don't leave me, never, come with me." And before she responded, he brought her to his mouth and kissed her with a hunger that couldn't be filled. It was a rough kiss that she matched without restrictions, lips, tongues all working, biting, caressing and tasting.

His mouth was everywhere, her chin, her temple, her delicate ear with the small pearl earring, the only concession to her femininity. He tasted her skin, and sniffed her clean hair, and the crook of her neck.

His fingers caressed just where the sexes met, and then played with her nub; his hands seemed to be everywhere, and she was lost in the moment.

Bill was swimming in a sea of desire, his eyes were closed. He felt the need to mark her; it was almost a kind of ritual. His tongue licked around her marking, than now shone as if it was made out of gold, when his tongue touched it, both of her bodies shook at once; he closed his mouth over the marking and all ceased to exist around both of them.

He wanted to scream his love for her. "I love you, do whatever you want with me, never leave me. "

Her eyes filled with tears, "I love you. I will never leave you, don't go, stay, please stay."

Gingerly, she moved aside, and he growled when their union ended. However, she lowered her body with alacrity; and before he could protest she closed her lips around him, his hips arched to meet her and a low howl escaped his lips. She smiled to see how much she could make him feel, her beloved Bill, she needed to practice her new skills.

At the other tent Harry slept like a baby, Ron was less restless but he would not allow neither the generated healing nor the well being, come inside him. Greyback, some hundred yards away, leaned back on his pillow, and for the first time in fifty years, he felt a wave of calmness and the pain easing away. A single tear slid down his hairy face, and he knew where the gift had come from.

All Fernir knew was that he wouldn't anything against their will. Maybe the offer of five hundred years of healthy lives, maybe. He couldn't understand who wouldn't want what he had to offer; his offer wasn't the doomed, animalistic life of the werewolf, no, that was an affliction; he offered the life of the privileged few, the one he could only grant. Not given lightly, to those really deserving. Few new of the hidden ones, the ones who hid behind a monster like a werewolf, or even a magical human. He was one of them and like others like him, kept it secret. Only imagine if Voldemort would know their secret, exactly, that was the reason for secrecy. It had always been the way.

It was morning, and they all met for a quick breakfast. It was time for Bill to go back. He didn't want to depart, but he had to work.

"I brought a couple of Christmas presents for the two of you, Mom's knits, a new coat and jumper for Hermione from me, and a few other things." He had also brought new supplies, an even biscuits, cake slices, and many new books for his bookworm.

They needed to move on, it was time. Bill kissed and left with great regret. "My love, I will be back as soon as I can. Please don't take any unnecessary chances; I couldn't live without you." He started to leave and suddenly turned around.

"I was going to wait until next time, but here," he pulled out a small box. "My mom gave it to me, it is an engagement ring. We are bonded, and I want you to have it."

He pulled out a massive gold Celtic knot ring; it had a large ruby in center, and tiny diamonds along the knot. I was beautiful. She whispered, "Thanks, I will be honored to wear it."

Harry and Ron looked the other way. They had the sword, and they were ready to go ahead. Harry, having felt the effect of their union was in less pain.

Ron's heart was harder than ever. He wanted Hermione, and ring or no ring, hmmn, let the best Weasley win. Bill was leaving and he was staying, and he was turning up the charm. There was a small matter that he wasn't really sure how to be increase his appeal; and the biggest problem was that the advice usually came from Bill.

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"I have quit my job at Gringott's, I need to go to Hermione. I cannot longer eat or sleep, I feel as if something bad is happening to her." He told his parents as he was fixing to leave.

He didn't add that Lucius had offered to back him up to start his own business, as long as they were equal partners. Bill wasn't an idiot. And before his departure, he just walked into Severus as he left Malfoy's office. "Why is Lucius being so generous with me? What is his sudden interest to back me up financially, and his questions about Hermione and I?"

Severus turned several shades of red. He was unable to hide his own wishes and felt caught as one of his dunderheads.

"We heard about your bonding. Since then we've learned that the protection you have begotten, could well represent the end of the Dark Lord. With Hermione and you together, both under out-worldly protection and both on Harry's side, he stands very little chance. Be aware, for he has plans and will try to trap you and her, he wants your offspring to rule and dominate.'"

"Thanks for being honest. What protection, nothing has changed that I'm aware? Besides, there won't be offspring for a long time, she needs to finish her studies, so that is a moot point. Is there anything else I should know? I will be grateful, and in your debt." Bill pushed.

"Let me just said, you have fallen under Lord Fenrir Greyback's radar, not really the werewolf, but the man, sort of. It is said the gold bonding, a thing of legends, brings wealth, power, and extraordinarily magical babies; and benefits the same to those around, per say, their circle of friends. Those crows, during your fated hand fasting, they are your guardians." He paused, hoping to be included in the aforementioned circle.

"You two have become a commodity. And, yes, keep me on your radar, I am in great danger, if I may be so bold and ask for your protection. Fenrir could be a powerful ally, don't discount him. '

Bill answered, "If all you're saying is true count us. We will try our best." And came closer to Snape.

"Severus, if it is within my power, I will grant you my protection, " he placed his hand on the shoulder of his brother in arms, just touched Severus, turned around and left.

Severus Snape breathed with relief and had the certain feeling that his life had changed paths. He looked at his shoulder lowering his eyes, and for a few seconds his shoulder glowed. A feeling of hope started blooming in his damaged, achy, heart

As he walked away, Bill was deep in thought. He'd been noticing the presence of birds of prey, just about all the time; often perched right by his window, even at his work. He went to find a book about guardian birds and Gold Bondings. How had he failed to research, was beyond him, not smart. He could only attribute it, to his lack of focus since she had left on her quest.

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Together again and the Mute Big-Bad-Wolf

The trio had met old acquaintances escaping the persecution; the one created by the Ministry's take over. The persecution against Muggles and all those opposing the Dark Lord, was brutal. Whoever was suspect of treason paid for it; some with their lives. There were rumors of prisoners been fed to Nagini, the Dark Lord's snake, these were indeed dark times.

So when he found them, it was an emotional welcome. Hermione ran to Bill and kissed him right in front of her boys. Maybe a tad too long, but Bill didn't mind, his hands ran thru her hair and rubbed her back.

Ron spit on the ground and made nasty gagging sounds. And predictably made an excuse to go and look for dry twigs, leaves, dry moss, for kindling the fire in lieu of magic. Harry stayed; he wanted to hear the news.

People had been disappearing. The Dark Lord had set permanent residence at the Malfoys. He told them about the DA at Hogwarts, and the hopelessness overcoming the entire Wizarding world. The Death Eaters kept winning and their movement gathering force.

Bill had brought a lot of supplies, cake for all and extra slices for Ron. He brought a couple of whole roasted chicken and cold potato salad that Molly had fixed for them, and even a jar of lemon juice for Hermione. It was a happy meal, other than Ron stayed on watch the entire time, eating of course, and not once, he said thank you. Moreover, any words coming out of his lips, contained derisive words directed to his older brother.

Once again, Hermione and Bill put up their tent, a new one he had brought with him. Although it had been decided that times were too dangerous, and they would do better if all stay together after tonight. Bill had accounted for that, and the tent was compatible with Harry's and could be combined. The result would be a second room with private shower, and a larger common living area, basically allowing them some privacy.

It was finally bedtime, and Bill and Hermione were alone at their tent. As Bill approached her, Lobo caught a different scent, he thought he had smelled earlier but wasn't sure, Bill fell on his knees and pressed his face onto her belly and kissed it several times.

"My princess, my love, you cannot stay here, you need to go home." Bill whispered. He touched her stomach with reverence, and heard Lobo inside, whose pride loosened his tongue. Our pup, she is carrying our pup, we are a pack. This is no place for a pregnant mate.

She cried, "So I was right, I am pregnant right? How can that be, I have been on the Muggle pill for eight or nine months. I cannot leave Harry behind, I just cannot."

"I don't know how, I just know that sometimes potions don't work with werewolves, and others when the wolf cannot impregnate a non-compatible witch;"maybe, wait, if I am right, somebody will pay with his hide."

He asked his inner wolf that sure as hell had been very communicative just a short while ago. Furthermore, he had been pressing Bill (non-stop), basically since a week after their return, to come and check on 'their witch,' add one plus one, and you get one dirty, lying, rotten wolf.

Lobo did you cause this? It just isn't right, you didn't even ask. He asked his inner wolf that sure as hell had been very communicative just a short while ago. Furthermore, he had been pressing Bill (non-stop), basically since a week after their return, to come and check on 'their witch,' add one plus one, and you get one dirty, lying, rotten wolf.

Lobo knew better and decided to make himself scarce, after all a quiet wolf was a smart wolf. No, not a pip from Lobo, and none would be forthcoming for the next few weeks. He knew that Bill would find a way to suppress him for a lifetime. Well, life has a way to prove all of us wrong.

The watchers rejoiced with the official news, this would mean more years in this realm. More years to atone and finally be able to go to the final rest place. For now, their job was to protect the couple, in such troubled times and in the face of darkness, it wouldn't be an easy task.

And with the new life growing, even more care was necessary, time to ask for a couple extra watchers for to help watch he two younger wizards. Their mistakes could endanger their wards. Especially now, when the fire-haired young wizard was under the dark malaise named jealousy; thus likely to make terrible mistakes. Many of their brethens crimes had been triggered by jeaolusy, hence their worries; they knew the consequences, first hand.

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Bellatrix Takes a (Miss)Step

Lucius overheard his less psychopath, Bellatrix, "My Lord, the rumors have been confirmed. The Weasley werewolf left his employment, and he has been spotted on his way to the Forest of Dean. I know you want the couple; this would be a perfect time to catch them. Do me the honor to be in charge of the expedition to bring them to you. And perhaps, you would let me play with the couple just a bit? Make the Mudblood pay for their insolence, and frankly the Blood-traitor, is just delicious."

"Bellatrix, hear me well, if you touch either one of them, you might make a fine meal for my favorite girl." He said petting Nagini's head. "He who finds them, better bring them untouched and directly to me. They are worth hundreds of you, let's not forget. " His voice was cold and menacing.

Lucius saw Bella as she turned around, her face showed great anger. If the couple were caught… his heart ached thinking about it; he needed to help them somehow. He wanted, hell why fool himself, he needed to be in their good side. And he needed to alert Severus and all be on the look out. Gods of his elders, he hated his life. And where was Fenrir?

The horrors he had witnessed had made him wonder what kind of person he was and had become. Draco, his beloved son was in imminent danger; even the Lestrange Brothers wanted to run. Rodolphus thought Bella was mad, and he was very afraid of her; Rabastan trembled when she came close to him, horrified; who wasn't?

He knew of Voldemort's plans; to raise their babies as his own, and have their guardians on his side. That would make him invincible; this could not come to pass. Maybe, yes, he needed to talk to Fenrir.

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Hope you all don't mind all the smut. Remember they have hardly been together, and it is like a honeymoon. I am starting to catch up. Yes, their relationship was fast, but there have been time in between. As for Ron, I actually feel for him, but someone needs to make things more confusing?