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The Mayan Job	By : lilbitbord Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Bill Views: 7311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Final chapter everyone. I hope you enjoy it. Posting early because I am going out of town for a week and didn't want to make you wait till I got back. Enjoy!

Bill and Scabior stepped forward, putting Hermione and David behind them. Hermione drew her wand from her pocket and pointed it at her other kidnapper.

“Barry, what are you doing?” Scabior asked.

“Sorry, old friend, but you were hired to get the box and find the temple. We needed a wizard and you were more than willing to help.”

“Find the temple?” Scabior whispered. He closed his eyes in defeat. They didn't take him to the temple; he found it. Barry and the others couldn't see it. They just took him to where they thought the temple was.

Barry looked at Hermione. “You got away from us,” he said. “And you killed my friend,” he said angrily to Bill.

“He deserved it,” Bill growled, moving forward.

“Should have known that magical people would be here. It was so much easier when it was just the Muggles.”

Hermione looked confused for a moment. Who would use the words Muggles and magical people? “You're Squibs!” Hermione said astonished, starting to piece together more of the puzzle.

“Not for long!” Barry spat.

“You think that summoning a God will give you magical powers?” Bill said.

“What is a Squib?” David whispered to Hermione.

“A person born from magical parents who has little or no magic of their own. They are outcasts in our world.”

“That's doesn't sound very nice,” David said.

“It's not,” Hermione said.

“Better than being a Mudblood,” Barry spat.

Hermione stiffened, Bill growled.

David turned to Hermione again. “What's a Mud... ”

“Someone who is born with magical powers, but has no magical parents. They were considered second-class witches and wizards by some people for a long time. There are still people who feel that we are,” Hermione huffed.

“Is that what you are?” David asked.

“We prefer the term Muggleborn,” Hermione said annoyed.

David nodded his head. Seemed like the magical world is no different from the normal world.

“How the hell did you know that?” she asked Barry.

“I recognized your pretty little face, although it's been a few years since the war, you really haven't changed much,” he said. “Now that we are all up to speed, give me the box,” Barry said, looking at Bill.

“Sure, let us get right on that,” Scabior said sarcastically.

“He's the vessel,” Hermione whispered to Bill. Bill nodded in agreement.

“Joke all you want snatcher. I will get that box,” Barry said.

“Ex-snatcher, and you can't take us all out. We have wands,” Scabior said confidently.

“You're right, but this might help me get an edge,” he said, and he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Hermione.

Hermione stiffened a bit, but she didn't lower her wand.

“You won't even get a shot off before I will kill you,” Bill growled.

“You growl a lot. What are you part wolf?” Barry said sarcastically.

“Yes!” Bill said sternly.

Barry's eyes widened and he paled a bit. He believed him.

Hermione heard a noise behind her. Hermione saw something shiny out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head slightly and saw a man coming up behind her with a knife.

“Well then, I guess we will do the ritual right here,” Barry said. “Kill her now!” he screamed.

Everything happened in a split second. Hermione whipped her wand around and aimed at the man behind her. “Stupefy!” she screamed and hit her target. The man went down hard. Hermione whipped back around to see Barry firing his gun at her. She heard Bill yell “No!” and then saw him lunge for Barry. She felt her body being pulled down by both Scabior and David. She heard another gunshot. When she looked up, she saw Bill standing over the lifeless body of Barry with the gun in his hand.

Bill looked back at Hermione relieved that she appeared to be unhurt, but his eyes widened in horror when he looked at Scabior.

“Oh my God,” David said as he scrambled to Scabior.

Hermione looked at Scabior and saw blood soaking through his shirt. He was breathing, but barely. There was a bullet wound on his chest above his heart. She covered the wound with her hand to stop the bleeding.

“I'm your hero, beautiful.” Scabior whispered to her as he closed his eyes.

Hermione might have laughed at the cheesy line if Scabior wasn't dying. “Don't you dare die on me!” Hermione yelled. “I'm not done being mad at you yet. Where is my wand?”

David found Hermione's wand on the ground and handed it to her. Hermione looked up at Bill, “In my backpack is a wooden case full of the medical potions; it's by the campfire!” Hermione screamed. She had tears rolling down her face. Scabior couldn't die on her. He might be an arrogant prick, but she did care for him. “I have to remove the bullet before I can heal the wound.” Hermione quickly pointed her wand at the wound, lifted her hand and called for the bullet. “Accio bullet.” The bullet flew out of Scabior's chest and into Hermione's hand. Scabior screamed in pain.

Bill rushed back with the box. He opened it up and handed her a very powerful healing potion. It was one that Hermione had created. When poured on the wound, it would heal any internal damage. Hermione worked as fast as she could. Scabior had lost consciousness when she removed the bullet. Hermione didn't even know if she could save him. Next, Bill handed her a potion to cleanse the wound; she quickly poured it on. Scabior's body jerked in reaction to the stinging sensation, smoke rose out of the wound. The last potion was one to close up the skin. Hermione poured it on and watched as the opened wound healed itself, until there was only a faint scar.

Hermione checked for a pulse, “It's very weak, but he is alive. He needs to drink the Blood-Replenishing Potion or he will not make it. Help me sit him up.”

Bill and David sat Scabior up as best as they could. Scabior eyes fluttered for a moment. Hermione held the bottle to his lips. “Scabior, you need to drink this; it will help you heal.” He opened his mouth a little and was able to swallow the potion by himself.

They laid him back on the ground. “We need to move him,” Hermione said.

“I got it,” Bill said as he easily levitated Scabior, with his wand, to the tent and laid him on the cot.

Hermione tenderly covered him up with a blanket. Bill watched Hermione tend to Scabior. “I don't understand why you have feelings for him. During the war he captured you and delivered you to the enemy.”

“People change,” Hermione whispered.

“He hasn't changed,” Bill said annoyed.

“No, but I have,” Hermione said, looking at Bill. “Four years ago, I never would have left Britain. I probably would be married to Ron right now, most likely pregnant.”

“Now that's a scary thought.” Bill half laughed.

“You're telling me,” Scabior whispered.

Hermione gasped and turned to Scabior. “Thank God,” Hermione said as she hugged Scabior.

“Finally, a hug. It only took me saving your life and almost dying for that to happen,” Scabior rasped.

“Arse,” Hermione said playfully. “Don't scare me like that again,” she sobbed.

Scabior didn't care if Bill beat him for this, but he pulled Hermione close and gave her a very passionate kiss. Hermione moaned in pleasure at the contact.

Hermione pulled away. She couldn't do this, not with Bill standing there, but when she looked back to Bill, he wasn't there anymore. She shook her head. “No, I can't do this anymore. I love Bill.”

Scabior shook his head. “Hermione, don't. Don't say goodbye to me.”

Tears formed in her eyes. “I'm sorry.” She gave him one final kiss, got up, and walked out of the tent, leaving Scabior behind.

*!*!*!

It had been two weeks since Hermione and Bill got back from Mexico. Hermione had changed. She was a bit more jumpy when someone walked up behind her, and she always seemed to have a sad look in her eyes. Bill associated the change to her near rape trauma, but he wondered if Scabior had anything to do with it. Bill realized that he needed to do something. He hated seeing her like that.

Hermione came home from the office late one night; she was finishing up paperwork for the Ministry, making sure the box was secured in a dragon-guarded vault. She and Bill decided not to inform the Ministry or the goblins that Scabior was involved with stealing the box. It was the least Hermione could do for him since he saved her life. Bill agreed. She also followed up on Jonah, the other kidnapper and Squib, who Hermione stunned. It turned out he was Barry's cousin. He confessed to kidnapping, attempted murder, and trying to summon a God. He was currently serving his sentence in Azkaban.

When Hermione got home that night, she got a big surprise. The house was lit by hundreds of candles. There was a trail of rose petals leading upstairs to the bedroom.

“Bill, what did you do?” Hermione said as she opened the bedroom door. There was nobody in the room. There was a bottle of champagne and a note on the table. Hermione poured a glass and read the note.

Hermione,

Get undressed and be waiting for me in the bed. I have a long evening planned.

Love,

Bill

Hermione smiled at the letter. She quickly got undressed and waited in bed with her glass of champagne. She didn't have to wait long Bill came in wearing just his leather trousers. Hermione started to salivate; he looked drop dead gorgeous.

“I have a surprise for you tonight,” he said, smiling at her.

“What kind of surprise?”

Bill smiled at her and walked over to the bed. He sat and caressed her cheek. “You haven't been right since we got back from Mexico.”

Hermione looked away. “It was a tough job,” she whispered.

“You changed since then. You've had a sad look in your eyes since we came back. You were hurt in many ways. You're healed physically, but not emotionally yet.”

Hermione began to shake. She didn't want to talk about this right now. She thought Bill was going to make love to her, not start a therapy session. “I don't want to talk about it right now.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to bring it up tonight. I have so much planned for you tonight,” he said, giving her a small kiss on the lips.

“Bill, what are you trying to tell me?” she asked. He was avoiding what he really wanted to talk about.

“Hermione, you know that I don't change into a werewolf, but I do have some of the same characteristics as a wolf.”

Hermione nodded her head.

“While we were in Mexico, I let the wolf take over twice to protect you. The wolf in me wants to mate with you. I want to mate with you.”

Hermione's eyes widened. “You do?” She was in a bit of a shock. She knew that she was Bill's mate. She found that out in Mexico, but Bill hadn't talked about it since they came back. She thought, because of her and Scabior that Bill didn't want to mate with her.

“Yes, I love you and I want you to be my mate,” Bill said, giving her a passionate kiss.

Hermione smiled. “Oh, Bill. I love you too, and I want to be your mate.”

Bill growled in approval. He laid her back on the bed, quickly stripped off his clothes, and climbed into bed with her. He kissed her passionately on the lips before he flipped her on her stomach. Bill kissed and licked his way down her back. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and urged her up on all fours. He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her head back exposing her neck. Hermione moaned in pleasure; she loved when he did that.

“I will never hurt you, Hermione. I only want give you pleasure, but I need to mark you and it might hurt at first.”

Hermione nodded. “I understand.”

Bill gently caressed her, making sure she was ready for him. He plunged into her and bit her neck just barely breaking the skin. “Mine,” he whispered as he pumped into her.

Hermione cried out in pleasure as Bill claimed her. “Yours,” she whispered back. The mating act was very passionate, and Hermione felt herself slip into oblivion.

Bill was still inside of her when she came back down from her orgasm.

“That was incredible,” she moaned.

Bill smiled at her. “I have another surprise for you,” Bill said. He hoped he was not making a big mistake, but he knew that this was what Hermione needed. He released her hair and licked and stroked his mark on her neck.

“What?” she whispered.

The door to the bedroom opened and Scabior came in. “Hello, beautiful.”

Hermione gasped in shock. “Scabior, what are you doing here?”

“I invited him to be a part of our pack,” Bill whispered in her ear. “But there are rules,” he said sternly to Scabior. “He is not allowed to touch you without my permission. If he breaks the rules, he will be out of the pack.”

Scabior smirked. “Whatever you say, Alpha.”

Bill growled in approval. Bill tracked Scabior down after he noticed that Hermione was not herself. He knew that Hermione cared very much for Scabior, but what he didn't know was how much. Bill wanted Hermione to be happy and he knew that mating with her and forming a pack with Scabior would make her happy.

Scabior stripped off his clothes and joined Hermione and Bill. “Missed you,” he said and gave her a small kiss on the lips. He then tilted her neck and licked Bill's mark. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

Hermione could not believe what was happening. She had been so sad that she said goodbye to Scabior in Mexico, she figured she would never see him again. But he is here, in her bed, and Bill invited him in. Hermione would never admit it, but she was in love with two men. When she first met with Scabior after she moved to Egypt, it was a chance encounter and she took it as a sign. After she found out Bill was out seeing other women, she contacted Scabior more. She started to care for him. When he almost died in Mexico, he realized how much he meant to her.

“I missed you too,” she said as tear rolled her cheek. Scabior licked it away.

Bill ran his hand down her spine.

Hermione looked back at Bill. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“We are going to try something different tonight,” Bill whispered to Hermione.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

“We are both going to take you at the same time,” Scabior smiled at her.

Hermione's eyes widened for a moment. She'd never had two men inside of her at the same time. She heard that it gave you an unbelievable feeling of pleasure.

Bill slipped out of her. She whined at the loss, but not for long. Scabior slipped in her taking Bill's place. She moaned at the feeling.

“That's it, beautiful,” Scabior said. “I missed the noises you make.”

Hermione felt Bill's hand behind her. She felt a cooling sensation. She stiffened a bit, and then relaxed when he started to push inside of her. Hermione let out a loud moan of ecstasy.

“I think she likes it.” Scabior smirked.

Hermione couldn't form words, but she nodded her head in agreement. Bill laughed and kissed her on her back. “Glad you are enjoying yourself.”

Hermione moaned as the two men moved inside of her.

“Mark him, Hermione. You are the alpha female; he is yours to mark,” Bill rasped.

Hermione didn't hesitate; she caressed Scabior's neck, and kissed it tenderly.

“That's it, beautiful, mark me,” Scabior whispered as she bit down, she didn't break the skin, but she left a sizable mark. She licked the mark afterwards, as Scabior ran his fingers through her hair.

“My pack,” Bill whispered as he moved faster in Hermione. Bill finally had what he desired the most. Hermione as his mate, and Scabior to boss around. He smiled at that thought. That was going to be fun.

Hermione could not believe the incredible state she was in. She had no idea she could feel this much pleasure. She wasn't going to last long. Scabior was caressing and sucking on her breasts. Bill was licking her spine; she was being overwhelmed with erotic sensations. She threw her head back and let out a cry as she slipped into ecstasy. Bill and Scabior sped up their actions and climaxed with her.

Hermione collapsed on Scabior. Bill slipped out of her and rolled to the side. Scabior held on to Hermione for a few moments, and kissed her mouth. “Beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. Hermione kissed the scar above his heart. Scabior closed his eyes, he was starting to love that scar.

“That was incredible,” Hermione said, after they all caught their breaths.

Scabior smiled at her. “Can't wait for a repeat performance.”

Hermione turned to Bill. “Thank you, again.”

“I would do anything for you,” he said, “But please don't keep your emotions bottled up inside anymore. You have to talk to me and let me know how you feel.”

Hermione nodded her head in agreement.

“Do we get to have wicked wolf tattoos, like yours?” Scabior said to Bill with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“I think that would be an excellent idea,” Bill said.

“I don't think so, I don't want to be marked,” Hermione said in protest. Bill quirked an eyebrow at her. Hermione blushed a bit. Bill had just marked her. “Oh. Maybe a tattoo would be a wicked idea. This is going to be one crazy pack,” Hermione laughed.

*!*!*!

Three weeks later:

Bill Weasley sat at his desk in his office. There was a stack of newspapers, Muggle and magical, piled on his desk. He picked up one and started to skim through it, looking for anything that might need his company's help.

Hermione walked in the door. “I brought in breakfast,” Hermione said as she placed the box of pastries in front of Bill and gave him one of the cups of coffee. She set her purse down and stripped off her jacket at her desk.

“Smells great,” he said as he closed the paper he was reading and opened the box. He selected a glazed doughnut.

Hermione laughed. “Yes, it does. I can't believe that there is a doughnut shop here in Egypt! Bless that American Muggle who took a chance and came here.” She sat on the edge of Bill's desk and selected a chocolate glazed doughnut. She flipped through the newspapers. “Anything interesting in the papers today?”

“Not yet, but I only read a few of them so far,” Bill said, sipping on his coffee.

Scabior came in a few minutes later. “Did I miss anything?” His eyes lit up when he saw the box of pastries.

“Nothing yet. Here grab a paper and see if we eat this week,” Hermione said handing him a coffee and a paper.

Scabior laughed and started to look through the paper. The silence was broken by Hermione's cell phone ringing.

Hermione hopped off Bill's desk and grabbed her phone from her purse. “Hello.”

Hermione's eyes lit up. “Hi, David, how are you?”

Both Bill and Scabior looked over at Hermione. They didn't know that Hermione had given him her cell phone number. Both looked at each other with wonder.

“Really?” Hermione said. “I think we can leave soon.” Hermione looked at Bill and Scabior with excitement in her eyes. “Thank you. I will call you when we get there. Say hi to Lisa for me. Bye.”

“What was that all about?” Bill asked when Hermione hung up the phone.

“David was scuba diving on the Great Barrier Reef when he saw something that caught his eye in the water,” Hermione said.

“What was it?” Scabior asked.

Hermione's phone beeped and she looked down at it again. She then held it up to show them a photograph of the item that David had just sent her.

“That is an ancient magical amulet from a magical tribe that had long since vanished,” Bill said in awe. “The treasure from that tribe is powerful and worth a lot of money. But in the wrong hands, it could cause a lot of damage to the world.”

“Do you know everything?” Scabior asked Bill.

Bill smiled at Scabior. “Yes.”

“He also found human remains and what looks like a village on an isolated island near where he found the amulet,” Hermione continued.

“Looks like we are going to Australia,” Scabior said.

“Yes!” Hermione said. “We can visit my parents while we are there! I'm going to call them right now and tell them we are going to be coming.”

Both Bill and Scabior stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. “Parents!”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story. I know it was short but it was for an exchange, so I had a limited amount of time to write it. Thank you everyone who reviewed!
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