Hey guys! Sorry about the confusion and the delay, I had the chapters messed up in the folder I have, but here you are! The next chapter! Also, for some reason, keeps on deleting the lines that I made separating the sections. So sorry for the confusion, it's rather frustrating when it deletes your original formatting… Anyhoo, I'll try to fix it, but then again, this site confuses me…soo….tips help! haha enjoy!

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Hermione woke up disoriented and with a naked man next to her. She scrambled to get out of bed, belatedly realizing that the naked man next to her was no other than her mate and soulmate Bill Weasley, and landed, red faced, in a heap of sheets on the floor. Bill woke up to a squealing Hermione on the floor wrapped in sheets with a red tinge to her face. He chuckled and Hermione looked up, only to avert her gaze and turn a deeper shade of red. Bill frowned, when she averted her gaze. He knew that he had many a scar on his body and was actually quite self conscious about them. However, these thoughts promptly flew out of his mind when Hermione finally squeaked, "Sorry Bill, I'll let you get your clothes on…" His thoughts were scattered as his attention was drawn to how she looked in his shirt with her long legs entwined in his sheets. Her sleep tousled hair and red gaze drew unbidden images to his head, fantasizing about having her long legs wrapped around him, thrusting into her warm, slick heat. He quickly shook these thoughts away willing his arousal to subside, and reached out a hand to Hermione to help her get up. He half joked, "Don't worry love, you'll get used to the view soon enough," only to have her turn a deeper shade of red before promptly running out of the room. Bill chuckled and allowed her to get dressed and decent as he put on a pair of sweatpants and leaving his torso bare.

Hermione was hyperventilating. No, she was having a panic attack. She couldn't help but to imagine what it would be like to sleep with Bill Weasley. Everything seemed to hit her at once, like a train mercilessly trampling a blade of grass. She remembered everything about being Bill's soulmate, the pleasure she had experienced at his hands, and her blatant horror at finding, what she presumed to be, a naked Bill Weasley sleeping next to her. Her core clenched at the memory of the sensations she had experienced. Oh gods, she couldn't even begin to fathom what it would be like to be with Bill. As her thoughts drifted, Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and slid down, boneless, against the door. She took a few calming breaths before going back out to confront her new soulmate.

After several deep and calming breaths, she resolutely opened the door and walked back into the bedroom, where the one and only Bill Weasley was casually waiting for her while sitting on the bed. He took one look at her resolute face, chuckled, and patted the bed next to him, motioning for her to sit down. "We have a lot to discuss," she said as she took a seat. Bill nodded his assent for her to continue, "We need to fill out the documents as registered soulmates and sign up for the required period of observation. I don't know what being soulmates entails, but I feel that no matter where it goes, we're going to have complications with the wolf mate part of our relationship. From what I can recall, there hasn't been a legitimate werewolf mating in hundreds of years, but I can definitely research to try and find out as much as I can…" She trailed off as Bill grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, apparating her straight to her house.

As they landed, Hermione let out"oomph" and glared up at Bill. She straightened her clothes, irritated, while firmly stating, "That better not become a habit of yours Bilius Weasley." She sniffed, pulled away from his grasp and glided into her room to change into suitable clothes while Bill transfigured his sweatpants into something more suitable to wear in public. Dressing with breakneck speed, Hermione changed into a grey pencil skirt and a cream colored blouse while rapidly brushing out her long brown hair. She glanced in the mirror, checking once over her appearance, and walked back out to Bill. But, as she stepped out of her room, her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of Bill's expression. Eyes smoldering, and now dressed in slacks and a white linen shirt, Bill exuded sex. Hermione could feel herself clench in recollection of what had happened between them back at the ministry, and backed away, feeling herself flush. Eyes smoldering, Bill slowly stalked towards her as his lips turned up in a lascivious smirk. Hermione squeaked and belatedly realized that she had managed to make her way to her bed. Within seconds, Bill was less than a hairs breadth away from her gazing down at her with needy, blue eyes. "Excuse my lack of eloquence Hermione, but you look so fucking hot right now," breathed Bill. "Do you have any idea how much I want to taste you?" Hermione flushed even further and opened her mouth to protest, only to have Bill take advantage of her open mouth, roughly claiming it in a kiss, ravaging her mouth, pouring his lust and desperation into that simple touch. Shocked by the intensity of the kiss, Hermione stiffened then felt herself melt against him, wrapping her arms round his neck and pressing herself closer to him. Spurred on by Hermione's reaction, Bill grasped her hips, pulling Hermione in, and pressing her into his hardening cock. As she felt the evidence of his arousal at her hip, she moaned and shifted up against him. Bill hissed and looked at her with dark eyes whispering, "Hermione don't move. Not unless you want me to fuck you, right here and right now." Images sprang unbidden into her mind, forcing her mouth into an open 'o' and leaving her eyes wide and dark. However, her expression morphed, into a sly smirk, as she ground her hips against Bill once again, grinning as Bill growled low in his throat. "That's it," Bill said, and he roughly shoved her down on the bed. Crawling up her body like a predator, Bill rubbed slow circles up her legs, spreading them as he went. Hermione's breathing hitched as she realized his destination. Blue eyes met brown as Bill said, "Oh baby, you have no fucking clue what you just got yourself into."