No Denying it

Chapter One: They meet Again.


Bill Weasley had finally given into his mother’s constant badgering and had arrived, begrudgingly, to a family barbeque.

It is not that Bill didn’t love his family, he adored them all, but it was hard for the recently divorced half-lycan to be around his family.

Almost every one of his brothers sported a wife on his arm and at least one baby in some stage of life, and Ginny and Harry had just announced that their first would be arriving in February. Beside Charlie, who was off with his dragon and numerous lovers, Bill would be subjected to a yard full of happy couples and screaming children

He arrived, telling himself to stop feeling sorry about his life, he should be glad Fleur left him. She did not handle his ‘changes’, as she had described his new traits, as well as she had let on.

She would leave him for two weeks every month to stay at her family’s house in France, so he was left alone, and randy as hell, for a week and then sore with a cold bed to lie in for another.

Not that it was ever that warm even when his wife was at home.

He stood in front of his crooked childhood home and listened to the chaos coming from the backyard, preparing himself. His long strides soon had him on the edge of the lawn and he surveyed the disarray that was the yard.

His father was battling flames on the grill, while his mother scolded him. Fred and George were attempting to wrangle in their children while Katie and Angela looked on laughing, carrying large bowls of salad. Percy and Penny sat with their little girl Portia, who was busy coloring on the paper tablecloth.

Ron emerged from the kitchen carrying a platter of meat, followed by Luna. She was levitating two giant pitchers of lemonade and cooing at their four-month-old son Ethan, in the sling wrapped around her shoulders. Harry and Ginny where setting places at the long table. Bill saw Harry run his hand over Ginny’s stomach and they smiled at each other.

Bill felt his own stomach clench at the sight. He was contemplating making a quick exit when suddenly a familiar scent wafted around him. It was changed somehow, more earthy and wild, but there was no mistaking the warm scent of vanilla and honey.

Hermione Granger walked up the path to the Burrow and made her way to the back. There she noticed the long red hair and broad shoulders. There was only one Weasley brother who looked like that. She smiled when the breeze came from her back, he would notice her now.

She was about ten feet away when he turned a smile on his face.

“Hermione.” He greeted, he scarred, handsome face held a warm smile.

“Hello Bill,” She returned the smile.

They both took a moment to look the other over. Hermione had always had a little crush on the eldest Weasley brother, but at the moment he was the most delicious man she had ever seen. It may have been because of all the time she had spent with the Russian Pack, but she was undeniably drawn to this part-lycan.

She casually flipped her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head to expose the long column of her neck to see his reaction.

Bill was trying hard to reign in the need to throw her over his shoulder and find a place to ravish her soft, curvy body, clearly outlined in the warm yellow sundress she was wearing. He watched in shock as she exposed her neck in a sign of willing submission.

Hermione smiled when she heard a low growl coming from deep within his chest. That was very promising indeed.

He stepped closer, until he was mere inches from her. The full moon was still a week away but he could feel the wolf inside his mind, pushing him closer to this witch.

He stopped and Hermione gave a low whine of encouragement, which was all Bill needed. He pressed his body against her, his large hands on her hips, his nose taking in the scent of her neck.

He noticed a thin platinum chain around her neck that traveled below the neckline of her dress. He used his long fingers to slowly pull the chain until he found the charm on the end. It was the symbol of the Russian Pack, the ancient symbols for moon and wolf intertwined in delicate platinum.

He looked up into her eyes, her arms coming around his waist. “I am an honorary member of the Pack.” She explained in his ear.

He was shocked; he knew she had gone to do research for her latest project, but that Pack was notorious for its secrecy. The fact that they had allowed Hermione to even get that close, let alone become a part of the Pack, was extraordinary. He was about to say something when another familiar scent hit his senses.

“My mother is on the hunt for us,” he whispered, reluctant to let her go.

“We best not keep her waiting; we can continue this later,” she promised, pulling away just as the Weasley Matriarch turned the corner.

~~~~

Bill had to content himself with just watching Hermione throughout dinner. She had been gone for eight months and the family wanted stories and time to catch up.

By the time dessert rolled around Hermione had been swarmed by her nieces and nephews. She was making the different ice cream toppings dance around the table and into the brownie sundaes, much to the enjoyment of the little ones.

She watched on and laughed as they dug into the sticky summer treat with great enthusiasm. Luna appeared handing Ethan to Hermione while she and the other wives went about cleaning up the remains of dinner.

Bill watched intently as Hermione cuddled the little pup close and gently rocked him back and forth.

‘Pup!’ Bill thought in shock, where in the world had that come from? Why was she stirring so many of his, hard kept hidden, traits to the surface? He was so deep into his own musings that he barely noticed his youngest brother come up beside him.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked following Bill gaze over to Hermione.

“And what if I am little brother?” he asked in an oddly defensive tone, he barely recognized his own voice.

“Just be careful, I love you both to much.” Was all he said as he made his way across the lawn to get the kids in and washed up before bed.

After the stampede of children passed, led by his brother, he waited as Hermione made her way up the stairs, Ethan fast asleep in her arms.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispered when she stopped, mere inches away from him, and the babe asleep between them.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she whispered back, he saw a spark of lust in her whiskey colored eyes. A spark he knew was reflected in his own blue eyes.

“We need to talk, but in privet.”

“Yes we do Bill, will you come to my cottage tomorrow night, around six?” she asked shifting the child in her arms.

“Of course.” As if he could say no to that offer.

She gave him a warm smile and made to walk past him but his hand on her shoulder stopped her. His large hand moved up to her neck, pushing the long curls out of the way.

He bent down and ran his tongue from the nape of her neck up to behind her ear.

“Until tomorrow witch.” He said and then let her pass.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N Just another bunny gone rapid. I don't think this will be a very long fic, but I have a bunch of different ideas written down so we will see. This African air is good for the muse. :-)

Hope you enjoyed
xox Sarah.