A Wolf's Seduction

Original prompt: Something about her made him crazy and at the full moon it was almost impossible to resist. Written for the Granger Enchanted Hermione FQF.

It had been over a year since Bill Weasley’s marriage to Fleur had ended. He sat at his parent’s kitchen table drinking a tumbler of firewhisky. It wasn’t an unhappy marriage there was just no passion. He looked out the window and saw the full moon high in the sky. Bill was restless, which explains why he was still up at three O’clock in the morning. He had come home for Percy’s engagement dinner. It was the first time in over a year that the whole family had been together. The moment he walked into his crowded childhood home his senses kicked into overdrive. Someone in the house was making the wolf in him crazy. It took all his willpower not to seek out the source right then and there, but he didn’t have to look far. The source was inside the kitchen... Hermione Granger. She was talking to Ginny. Whenever Hermione was near, he felt a pull toward her. The wolf stirred, and the closer to the full moon the harder it was for him to resist. This wasn’t the first time he had the uncontrollable urge to rip off her clothes and ravish her. Last year, during the annual victory party at Hogwarts, was the first time he felt a pull toward Hermione. He dismissed it then, but tonight it was hard to do.

Bill glanced at the full moon again. It was almost agony to get through dinner with her sitting next to him. He swore that throughout the meal she kept giving him sultry looks. He had no idea why she was acting that way. He could not deny the attraction to her. He stopped seeing her as Ron’s little friend years ago. Now, he saw her for who she was, a strong, independent, beautiful woman, and there was something about her that drove him crazy.

He gazed at the moonlit sky again and swore. He pushed away from the table, grabbed his glass, and walked outside into the night air. He was edgy, and he was sure that Hermione and the moon had something to do with it. Since the fateful night when Greyback had attacked him, the full moon had affected his attitude. When he was married to Fleur, he had to isolate himself from her. Not because the wolf wanted to mate with her, but because he felt resentment towards her and an overwhelming sensation of guilt. It almost like he was having affair when he was with her.

Bill breathed in the night air. He heard a soulful howl coming from the woods behind his parent’s property. His heartbeat quickened at the sound. He recognized the call. It was a female wolf looking for her mate, and she was calling to him! Bill sat down on the ground. How could he recognize her call? Unless she was not an actual wolf, but an animagus!

Bill laughed; he wondered if the wolf calling to him had any idea that his animagus form was also a wolf. He discovered it quite by accident.

It had been during a full moon, he was outside wishing that for once he could let the wolf take over. It was during this time of the month when he left the most uneasy. The wolf tried to take over, but since he wasn’t actually a werewolf, his body was raging a war within himself. What wolf was in him was itching to break through, but logic and humanity were keeping him on a leash, so to speak. For once, he wished he could transform and satisfy the wolf inside him.

He was standing outside when he left his body start to change. Before he knew what was happening he was on all fours, staring at massive reddish-brown paws. He dashed into his home to the full-length mirror on his bedroom door. When Fleur saw him, she screamed and ran out of the house. He didn’t stay a wolf for long. From that night on, he had been perfecting his animagus skills.

He heard the howl again, it sounded agitated. Bill really wanted to transform and run to her, but he was a cautious wolf. He needed to know who she was first before he accepted the mating call. He didn’t want to fail at another marriage.

Bill rose and went back inside. He was tempted to just Floo home, but his parents would be disappointed if he did not say goodbye or stay for breakfast. He climbed the stairs to his old room and got into bed. He heard one last howl, it sounded sad. He wrapped the pillow around his head and fell into a restless sleep.

~*~*~*~*

Over a week went by since Bill heard his mate call to him. He tried to put it out of his mind but he couldn’t. In his dreams, he would hear the call coming from the woods. He would go into the woods and find himself chasing a beautiful grey she-wolf.

Bill locked himself in his office and immersed himself in his work. He tried to put the wolf’s call out of his mind. But his thoughts kept straying back. Who was she? It had to be someone he knew, of that he was sure.

He was working on some paperwork when his head suddenly jerked up. He could smell someone familiar coming his way. It was a strong scent, and it was unusual for him to perceive a scent like that. Before he knew what was going on a petite brunette burst through his office door and slammed it shut. She smacked her hands on his desk and leaned over. She was sparking with power and frustration.

“Why didn’t you answer my call last week at your parent’s house, Bill?” Hermione demanded.

He was shocked to the core, his eyes got huge as saucers and he lost the ability to speak. Hermione was the one who was calling him!

“Bill?” Hermione looked at him with concern. “You did know it was me, right?”

Bill shook his head. “No.”

“How did you not know? I have been dropping hints. Maybe I should have hit you over the head with a bludger.”

Bill didn’t move. Hermione’s face fell a little.

“Maybe this was a mistake; it is obvious that you don’t want me.” Hermione turned to walk out of the office. Bill jumped out of his chair and spun her against the door.

He captured her lips and showed her that she did not make a mistake.

“Hermione, you did not make a mistake, I am just not used to women making the first move. A smack over the head probably would not have helped.”

Hermione barked out a laugh. “Welcome to the new millennium.”

Bill smiled. “Why did you pick me?”

Hermione smirked. “If you want to know meet me at my flat, tonight at eight.” She left his office with a sway in her hips.

“That was not the Hermione Granger that I know. Damn, when did she get so sexy?”

~*~*~*~*

Bill went over in this mind, what had happened that afternoon with Hermione. “How could I have missed the signs? She is my mate! I feel it every time I am near her. So why didn’t I pick up on it? Probably because I was not looking for a mate?”

Bill shook his head to clear his thought. It didn’t matter anymore. Hermione had called to him, and he had to give her an answer. He took a deep breath and left for Hermione’s flat.

He knocked on her door at exactly eight. When she answered, Bill could only stare at her. She was dressed in a black halter and snug fitted jeans. She looked sinful. Bill steadied his breathing. She was already driving him crazy with lust and he hadn’t even made it through the front door.

“Right on time.” She smiled at him. Damn he looked sexy in his jeans and dragon boots. His long hair was in a tight ponytail. “Welcome to my home.”

She led him into her living room. Bill looked around at his surroundings. She had several bookcases lining the walls overflowing with book. Some looked brand new and some, he guessed, were as old as Hogwarts. She had some antique furniture and oversized chairs that were made for comfort. He did not expect her place to look like this.

“Please sit, would you like some wine, or firewhiskey?” Hermione asked.

Bill sat down on the plush couch. “Whatever you are having is fine.” Hermione went into her kitchen and opened a bottle of chilled white wine. She came back with the bottle and two glasses. “Hermione, how long have you been an animagus?”

“Almost six months. I discovered it quite by accident. How long have you been one?”

Bill smiled. “Almost two years, and like you it was unexpected. I suspect Greyback’s attack played a part in my form. How did you find your form?”

“It’s actually a bit of a story. It started with some dreams I kept having. There were very vivid and when I woke up it was like I never went to sleep.” Hermione took a sip of wine as she started to describe her dreams.

“It is the same dream, only slightly different each time. I am in the woods being chased by a reddish-brown wolf.”

“He is hunting you?”

“Yes, but not to hurt me, it is more like a game, a mating game.” Hermione noticed Bill’s breathing got heavier during her story. “Are you alright?”

“Did he catch you?”

Hermione sighed, “No, I always wake up before he does. There were a few time when he would pounce on me, but I would wake up, usually on the floor.”

“Really?” Bill sighed. He had the exact same dreams before and he would wake up when he pounced on her.

“But that is how I found I was animagus. One night I woke up on the floor, but when I got up, I was standing on four grey paws. I had unconsciously transformed into a wolf in my sleep.”

“I’ve had the same dreams, and I seem to wake up at the same time that you do.”

“I’ll bet my last gallon that we have these dreams at the same time. That would explain what happens when I am around you.” Hermione stated as she took another gulp of wine and refilled her and Bill’s glasses.

Bill who was starting to sweat and shake took a very large sip of his wine and asked the question that he has wanted to since he stepped into her home, “Do you also have this uncontrollable urge to…”

“Mate with you?” Hermione interrupted.

“Yes.”

Hermione exhaled noisily. “Good, I am not the only one.”

“It seems to be getting worse, well maybe worse is not the right word. Every time I see you, I go crazy with lust. Last week at Percy’s engagement dinner, it took all my willpower not to rip off your clothes and take you right there on the table.”

Hermione laughed. “I would’ve enjoyed it, but I’m not sure about anyone else. It is the same with me, although not as intense. I knew you were my mate, which is why I called for you that night. Why didn’t you answer me?”

Bill hesitated. “I was scared, or rather cautious. I had to make sure it really was you before I answered.”

Hermione smiled. “I understand. It’s a good thing I am persistent and barged into your office this afternoon. If I decided to wait for you, who knows how long it would have taken for us to get together.”

“I eventually would have realized what was staring me right in the face… sooner or later.”

Hermione smiled and set down her wine. “I would rather not have waited any longer, nor do I think I could. I don’t think I can control what I am feeling for you any long. Please tell me you feel the same way.” She sounded almost desperate.

Bill grabbed Hermione and placed her in his lap. Hermione eyes glazed over with passion, and he kissed her soundly.

Hermione moaned in his mouth. “More, please I need more.”

Bill growled, “Not yet, I want our first time together to be special.”

Hermione whined, “Why?”

“Because I want to recreate our dreams… I want to do this right.”

Hermione caressed his cheek. “Such the gentleman. Wait, are you are suggesting we wait till the next full moon?” She exclaimed.

Bill was very serious. “Yes.”

“That is nearly three weeks away, I don’t think I can wait that long!”

“Yes, you can, we will use that time to get to know each other better.”

Hermione was becoming frustrated with Bill. “I have known you for over half of my life; I don’t need to get to know you better.”

“No, you really don’t know me on a personal level, and I want to know everything about you. Why don’t we start with dinner Friday night? I know this wonderful place we can go.”

Hermione shook her head to clear the desire from it. “You really are going to make me wait?”

Bill caressed her face. “Yes. Just think of it as foreplay.”

Hermione growled. “Bite me.”

Bill leaned in close to her ear. “I intend to.”

~*~*~*~*

Bill was true to his word, he and Hermione did not consummate their newfound relationship for three weeks. They used the time to get to know each other better, and found out some thing about each other. They both liked to read the same books and have a fascination with ancient artifacts.

The day of the full moon, Hermione awoke with butterflies in her stomach, she was nervous and excited all at the same time. She had the dream again, where the wolf was chasing her, but tonight her dream would become a reality. She wondered how Bill was doing this morning.

Bill also had the same dream as Hermione. He was so ready to make Hermione his mate. They made a promise to each other that they would not see each other until nightfall. They didn’t want any premature performances. It was going to be a long day for both of them.

Bill waited for Hermione at the edge of the woods. He was wearing only his black boxers. It was a warm night, perfect for a hunt. Bill smiled, he was going to enjoy tonight. Hermione Apparated next to him, she was just wearing a green robe.

The full moon was rising above the trees. Bill turned to Hermione and said, “It’s time, are you ready?”

Hermione smiled. “Yes I am.”

Bill gathered her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Hermione visibly shuddered. “I am only going to give you a small head start. So when you transform, run!” he whispered in her ear.

Hermione chuckled and caressed his cheek. “Such the gentleman, giving me a head start.”

“You won’t think that soon.” He gave her a wolfish grin as he looked back in the sky at the moon. “The chase in on; run, Hermione, because when I catch you, you will be mine.”

Hermione grinned at Bill. “Catch me if you can.” She transformed into a large grey wolf and took off into the dark woods.

Bill smiled at the wolf dashing into the forest. He transformed and howled at the moon before dashing after his mate.

Hermione had ducked between two large trees, and hid in the shadows. She crouched down low to the ground, waiting for Bill to pass her by. Several minutes later and she still saw nothing. Her ears perked up trying hear any movement. There was a faint rustling of leaves behind her. “Could be the wind,” she thought. She listened closer she heard a twig snap in half a few feet behind her. She heard faint panting; she bolted out from her hiding place and ran deeper into the trees.

Bill cursed inwardly; he almost had her, stupid twig. She was fast, which made this chase all the more fun. He sniffed the ground, trying to catch her scent. By now, the moon was high in the sky, with the Lycanthropy curse running through his veins his instincts were heightened by the moon, giving him the advantage tonight.

His ears picked up a sound deep in the woods. He stalked his way towards the noise. He stuck to the shadows picking up her scent a few meters ahead of him. He saw a glimpse of her and he pounced.

Hermione saw a flash of fur to her right. She quickly darted forward, but she was not quick enough. Bill was on her. He jumped on her back and bared his teeth; his powerful jaws grabbed at the soft fur at her neck. Bill growled at her in triumph, but Hermione was not giving up yet. She gathered her strength and rolled over breaking Bill’s hold on her neck. She righted herself and attempted to sprint away when Bill pounced again. They rolled together down a small hill. When they reached the bottom, they had transformed back to their human bodies and panting. Their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Bill fiercely kissed Hermione, their tongues battling for dominance. He squeezed her hardened nipple violently.

Hermione broke off the kiss and screamed, “Bill, please, I need you to fuck me!”

“On all fours,” he rasped. “Now!” His eyes flashed gold for a moment.

Hermione quickly complied. The chase had turned her on so much, she had no idea a hunt could be so erotic. He swiftly entered her from behind. She screamed even louder sending a nest of birds flying away. “Yes!”

Bill twisted her unruly hair around his fist and jerked her head back so he could kiss her lips. Their eyes met, he was afraid he would see fear in her honey eyes, but he didn’t. “You are mine. Say it!”

Hermione moaned, “I am yours.”

Bill tilted her head to the side and bit her neck just above the collarbone. He licked and sucked on the wound. Hermione came hard and fast catching Bill off guard. He managed to maintain his speed without coming himself.

Hermione felt incredible, she had a delicious tingle running through her body. Bill was doing things to her body nobody else had. It felt wonderful.

Bill abruptly pulled out of her and stood up. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t remember him coming,” she vaguely thought.

Bill hauled Hermione to her feet by her waist and practically flung her against a tree. He whispered a spell and Hermione’s hands were bound above her head. “Bill what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer her. He kissed and licked his way down her body, tasting and savoring her as he went. He fell to his knees, blew on her still throbbing cunt and sucked on her clit.

Hermione was withering against the tree, vaguely aware that the bark was scratching her back. She’s going to need some healing salve after this. He plunged into her again, she cried out, her voice cracking. Her legs wrapped around his hips bringing them close together.

“You are so beautiful, Hermione, you are my mate now,” he whispered a spell and her hands were released from their invisible bonds. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his throat. She heard a small growl come from his throat. “Mark me, Hermione. Let the world know that I am your mate.”

Hermione hesitated; she knew if she did that, they would be mated for life. Bill made it very clear before they began the hunt that she would be his. “Screw thinking for once,” Hermione though as she sunk her teeth into Bill’s neck breaking the skin and licked the wound.

Both came at the same time, howling their release into the night air. Two deer ran out of the trees into the clearing, past the two lovers.

Bill looked at Hermione with love in his eyes; she had accepted him as her mate. He vowed there in the woods that he would take excellent care of her until his dying day.

Bill gently lowered Hermione to the ground and leaned her up against the tree, trying to catch his breath. “That was amazing.”

Hermione eyes drooped a little, giving her a very dazed look. She smiled. “Mmm, yes it was.” Still trying to catch her breath, she leaned her head back and gazed up at the stars.

Bill looked at her; the moonlight was casting a glow around Hermione’s body. “You are beautiful. You look like angel.”

“I’m not exactly feeling like an angel at the moment.” Hermione smirked. “Is this how it is going to be all the time?”

Bill kissed her lips. “Would you like me to hunt you all the time?”

Hermione thought for a second. “No.” A looking of disappointment crossed Bill’s face. “I think I might like to hunt you every now and then.”

Bill grinned from ear to ear. He would love for her to chase him

Hermione shivered, her body was coming down from the high she was on, Bill, wrapped his arms around her. “I think we should go home now.” He Apparated them back to his house. He picked up her up and deposited her on his bed.

Hermione blushed at the romantic gesture. Nobody had even carried her to bed before; she rather liked it. “Still the gentleman.”

Bill crawled into bed with her. “My mum raised me right,” he said as he gave her a small kiss and spooned up against her back.

Hermione laughed, “I think I might have to thank her tomorrow.” Hermione stiffened at her own comment. “When do we want to tell your family?”

Bill thought for a second. “I think we should tell them soon. I don’t want to keep this a secret.”

“Something tells me that they won’t be so shocked at the idea. I think Ginny and possibly Fred and George might already suspect something,” Hermione said sleepily. Her eyes started to close, the nights events took there toll and her body ached for sleep.

“We will worry about it in the morning,” he whispered to the drowsy angel in his arms.

A/N Thank you to my beta Valady!!