May 1st

[sweetiedogood]

Title: May 1st
Rating: R
Author: Sweetiedogood
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter
Word Count: 3000+



Two minutes before the clock tolled twelve in the square Ottery St. Catchpole, all the still. No mice scampered through the shadows in search of food, no person roamed the streets. All good witches and wizards lay snug in their beds. Bill Weasley was one of those wizards. He slept, though not he was not still. A soft sheen of perspiration covered his brow as he tossed and turned in his bed. Silent snarls and pathetic whimpers filled his room as he struggled in his dreams, chasing after blonde hair and sweet magic. The clock began to toll and Bill’s body locked. Every muscle tensed paralyzing him; his muscles were so tight he couldn’t breath; his body trembled from exertion and anticipation. Bill slept on.

As the clock struck for the last time on April 30th 2000 an eerie wind blew through the formerly still town. The bell’s gong echoed into silence. Bill inhaled and changed. A heartfelt howl filled his room, expressing joy in freedom and the excruciating pain that accompanied it. Hair burgeoned from his skin covering him with a thick coat of ebony fur. His bones shifted underneath expanding muscle tearing a yowl from his jaws with every movement. A silent scream tore from his throat as all of his human teeth were forced out of their place by jagged canines.

Minutes after the change finished, Bill lay in his bed recovering, his panting the only sound in the still room. As his breathing slowed Bill noticed an acrid scent wafting off of his sheet, piss. His sheets smelled like they were marinated in piss. Covering his mouth he threw himself off the bed and into the walls of his bedroom.

Or what should have been the walls of his bedroom. Whereas not five minutes ago he lay in his bed now he sat in a cage with nothing but a filthy mattress in the center. Dread clutched his heart with clawed hands as Bill hopped to his feet and rushed to the cage door. It was locked. Bill looked down at the lock and flinched, the pads of his fingers caressing the holes left by razor sharp teeth.

Beyond the cage he could see his wolf pacing. Beyond his wolf he could see outside of his eyes at what his body was doing. It was a phenomenon that Bill had only experienced once, when he transformed without Wolfsbane.

The wolf was in control.

This was the cage his wolf dwelled in when Bill was in control. Communicating it’s desires, but unable to act on any of them. After all, it was Bill’s body. Though right now it was Bill’s body with an animal in control.

“STOP!” Bill hollered reaching his arm through the bars to grab at the animal. The wolf glanced at him through side eyes and then used Bill’s body to rip the door off of his shack. The wolf inside his mind yipped in joy as fresh air caressed his muzzle.

“Stop it!” Bill hollered yanking at the lock that kept him in the cage. “How did you do this?” Bill demanded as his muscles strained trying to break the lock with his bare hands. He’d read hundreds of books on werewolves once he turned and he’d never read of any werewolf changing without the full moon and taking over its host’s body.

The wolf glanced at Bill again. It blew air out of its nose and turned away shaking its head. If he didn’t know any better, Bill would think he was being chastised. Bill growled at the audacity of his parasite and looked back down at the lock in his hands. There was no way that he could pull the lock off if his wolf couldn’t gnaw through it. Collapsing next to the cage door, Bill took a moment to be thankful that he decided not to live with his parents after his separation from Fleur and that the streets were bare.

Except for the lithe blonde dancing on the hilltop in his peripheral vision. For a moment, Bill had hope. That his wolf hadn’t seen her, that his wolf wasn’t interested. All of which were proved to be wrong. A joyful howl escaped from the wolf’s lips and terror filled Bill’s every pore.

“No,” he whispered as his wolf galloped towards the girl on the hill.

“NO!”

His wolf howled again and Bill prayed that the girl would run. Or knew a spell that could turn her entire body silver. Or call for help. Or Apparate. Or do anything but what she was doing, which was nothing. She acted as if she couldn’t even hear the sound of an elated werewolf approaching her.

Maybe she was Muggle.

Maybe she was a deaf Muggle.

But as the wolf bounced closer, his sounds getting happier by the moment, and the girl turned to face them Bill realized that the girl was neither of those things. She was uncatagorizable as Bill had learned the hard way.

She was Luna Lovegood.

She was Luna Lovegood, dancing in a pale blue lingerie camisole, braless and with a wolf about to jump on her and rip her limb from limb.

“DON’T!”

Bill hollered as the wolf made the last pounce. He screwed his eyes shut tight and waited for the inevitable scream, for the sounds of tearing muscle and broken bones.

It didn’t happen.

He threw his eyes open to see his werewolf body, hunched in front of Luna Lovegood’s feet.

“What… the fuck?”

The wolf inside his mind was running in circles with joy.

“Well aren’t you a happy wolf?” Luna asked as she looked down at the murderous beast at her feet. The wolf yipped once in response and Luna stuck out her hand. Bill flinched, certain that the wolf was going to bite off her hand and almost died in shock when it sniffed her palm.

“You weren’t who I expected to see on this Magical Night,” Luna confessed as she squatted to pet the feral animal that was Bill’s werewolf form. “But it’s impressive that you were able to get out.”

Bill felt the wolf preen at the comment. The wolf on the inside turning to look at him, all teeth showing. If Bill thought wolves could grin, his would be.

“I bet your owner inside is going crazy isn’t he? Times like this don’t happen very often…” Luna trailed off looking upward at the sky. The wolf turned Bill’s eyes upward as well and he noticed the extraordinary brightness of the stars against the vivid darkness of the sky.

“I have to put you back,” Luna whispered as she leaned in close to the werewolf Bill’s ear. Both wolves began to whine and Luna smiled, bumping her head against the werewolf’s.

“I promise to either a) bring you back out or b) give you a treat that will make it worth it. But we need to calm your owner so he doesn’t ruin your fun…”

There was silence and then a swift nod from the werewolf. Luna’s smile was softer than cotton as took her index finger, placed it against the werewolf’s forehead and pushed with her magic.

Bill felt the invasion and felt the wolf let it pass through. Then, his world went haywire. Senses crossed, he could smell blue and hear stars. Everything melded together into a multicolored blob, faded to gray and disappeared.

He sat on the grass with Luna Lovegood’s soft hand on his cheek.

“What the fuck,” he breathed as he gripped the grass underneath his hands ensuring realness.

“What the fuck indeed,” Luna echoed, her voice soft and eyes piercing. Bill felt hyperaware that they were in an intimate position. He waited for Luna to remove her hand. She didn’t.

Eventually, Bill coughed and removed his face from her hand. Only then did Luna stand and turn away from him.

“You don’t feel it,” her voice was flat and tinged with disappointment.

“I don’t feel it?” Bill asked bewildered. What was she talking about? “Aren’t you supposed to be explaining to me what the hell happened today? Why my wolf took over my body suddenly -and why the HELL you were able to control it so easily? I almost had a heart attack in the bloody cage thinking it was going to eat you-I don’t know what I would have done if---“

Bill cut himself off. Luna turned to face him, and what he saw stole his breath. It wasn’t the pert breasts with showing nipples, it wasn’t the waist length blonde hair the tapered into long legs, no-it was the magic coming off of her in waves. Purple, blue, black magic twirling and twining around her. Bill watched as a purple strand flew off of Luna, into the ground underneath him and into the tree. He waited for something to happen to the tree.

“Well, at least you can see it,” Luna acquiesced a secret smile on her face. “Would you like to feel it?”

“No I don’t!” Bill snapped jumping to his feet. “I want you to tell me what the fuck is going on here. Why the hell my wolf could do that and what the fuck that shit is coming off of you-“ Bill gasped. “Have you been doing dark magic?”

Luna hadn’t glanced at him at all through his rant, choosing to stare at the tree. However, his last question forced her to face him. She stared at him, her face impassive before bursting out with laugher. Her voice echoed through the silence of their small town. He was certain she woke all the neighbors.

Luna wiped a tear from her eye shaking her head at him and grinning. “Is that your final answer?” She asked him tilting her head to the left as she looked at him.

“Is that my final-what the fuck Luna!”

Bill wished he had his wand.

“What else am I supposed to think?” He demanded. He’d known her from the moment she was born. He was there at her mother’s funeral. They weren’t close, but as magical children growing up in the same town, they all pretended to be. He knew she was instrumental to the ending of the war, one of Harry’s closest friends-but people change.

Luna hummed and the magic around her began to grow. Bill took a step back. She hummed again and tilted her head to right. She sighed. “It is May 1st, 2000-otherwise known as Beltane. Now, for some people this night means nothing. However, those of us in touch with nature know more. There was reason that our ancestors celebrated this holiday.  We are closer to Spirit Realm today and it is this closeness with the Living World creates more ambient magic for those that know how to tap into it. Your wolf is such a creature, you’re blessed to be with such a smart-“

Bill’s bark of laughter cut Luna off. Her eyes flashed silver and he gulped, but decided to stand his ground.

“Being a werewolf is not a blessing, it’s a curse.”

By the time he’d finished his statement, Luna had already turned away from him.

She hummed again and then shrugged. “If that’s how you feel, that’s how you feel. But Jasper isn’t bad; he’s just a wolf. I don’t know if you realized that.”

“Jasper?”

“That’s the name of your wolf,” Luna explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She took a step closer to tree that had absorbed the purple magic. Shaking his head, Bill took a step backwards. He didn’t know why he was trying to have a conversation with Luna Lovegood. Although he didn’t call her by it, she had the nickname loony for a reason.

He turned. “Well-er-goodbye,” he said waving. He’d only gotten a few steps before Luna was next to him.

“How did you---“

“Where do you think you’re going?” Luna asked him her face in his face. Bill noticed that her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to be breathing heavy. He stumbled backward to escape her.

“Home.”

“I know you heard my promise to Jasper,” she said stalking towards him, her index finger forward. “I have to either a, bring him back out to play or b, make it worth his while. I don’t break promises.”

The trepidation that’d been trickling inside Bill opened up to flood. He was outside, alone, with a crazy woman basking in ambient magic.

“You’re not going to do anything.”

Bill tried to make his voice forceful, but it came out a whisper. Grinding his teeth together he grabbed both of Luna’s wrists. “You’re not bring him back,” he snapped his nostrils flaring in anger. He expected her to struggle what he didn’t expect was for her to smile like an imp.

He also didn’t expect her to stand on her tiptoes and kiss him on the lips. He felt her magic pull before he knew what had happened. The world in front of his eyes groaned, screamed, melted and faded to black.

He opened eyes to see Luna standing over him, looking more beautiful than he’d ever seen. The grass against his back sent gooseflesh over his body. He licked his lips and struggled to sit up.

“The air feels heavy,” he whispered his tongue feeling foreign in his mouth.

“Pregnant with magic,” Luna breathed spinning her hair fanning out around her. The moment she stopped spinning he realized that she was trembling. Or maybe his eyes were shaking in his head. Bill swallowed air. Every movement felt exhausting and all his worries faded from his mind. “How can you move so well?”

Luna stopped and stared at him. The intensity in her eyes added extra weight to the air. Bill wanted to fidget.

“You have to accept the magic inside of you to do that,” she explained. The intensity in her eyes turned to pity. “Not everyone can do it. Actually, most people can’t.” Her eyes faded until they glazed as she stared beyond him. “Gaia knows who faithful to her and who is not… she won’t let the unfaithful frolic…” Luna trailed off before dropping to all fours. She crawled over to Bill.

“You, just need to give it time,” she advised as she sat next to him. Bill snuck a glance at her cream colored legs before she pulled them to her chest. A whiff of something sweet hit his nose and his head jerked in her direction.

“Any second now,” she gasped her voice shaking in excitement. Her knuckles were white as she pulled her knees to her chest. Her eyes looked mad in the darkness, glittering like gems and burning like fire.

“Any second for wha-“

Bill’s head snapped back against the tree as a wave of heat it him. It started at his toes, sung its way up to his head and traveled back down to the make the journey again. His toes curled against the grass. A hand pressed against his throbbing cock before he had a chance to move it. There was no air; he couldn’t breathe. He struggled to control the need inside of him with hot breath at his ear reminded him of the presence of another person.

“You feel it?” She gasped licking her chapped lips. Bill’s eyes followed the path of her tongue. Desire surged in him. He leaned forward intent on tasting her tongue before otherworldly self-control stopped him.

Luna whined high in her throat. She straddled him in one smooth motion. Bill could feel the dampness of her desire through his linen pants. Her eyes were feral, more silver than grey and doused in hunger. The magic around her whipped like limber branches in a storm.

“What are you doing?” She yelled at him her hands planted on both of his shoulders. Bill wanted to reply but Luna’s body was radiating heat, he was salivating from the scent of her, magic pressed in at him from all sides demanding in and all he wanted… all he wanted to do… was get in.

A savage howl ripped from Bill’s throat as he finally allowed the Beltane magic inside of his body. He was drowning in dark fire. It burned him, healed him, adored him and scorned him. It caressed his body, making him scream in pleasure and pain. It was overwhelming. He was in nothing and felt everything. It was too much and not enough. He wanted more; he needed more. He was fully aware that it could kill him. As it seared his insides and licked them clean, he knew that it could snuff him out like a candle with the slightest inclination but he didn’t care.

“Come back now,” a firm voice commanded. Incessant hands tugged at his pants. A ragged moan tore from Bill’s lips as the cool air caressed his blazing cock. A sudden velvet heat surrounding his member left him gasping for air. A cold soft hand fondled his balls tranquilizing his panic. He began to swim out of the intense darkness to the familiar warmth of a blowjob. He exhaled slowly, easing the wild magic out of his body. He managed to half open his eyes to see a blonde head working his cock thoroughly. He sighed, putting one hand on her cheek.

“Fleur,” he breathed running his hand across her cheek.

Teeth grazed the top of his prick and Bill groaned deep in his chest. Lips popped off of his cock and he whined in protest.

“That wasn’t the response I wanted when I did that,” the voice admitted and Bill was shocked at how good Fluer’s English had gotten.

A soft head lay against his thigh chuckling. “How much of the magic did you take in you?” she asked amused. “You’re so out of it…”

Bill sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the tree behind him. He caressed her bum, which felt softer than it normally did. “I want to be in it,” he growled his hand dipping lower. Fleur moaned underneath him and began to shift. Bill was used to being the aggressor in the relationship so he wasn’t surprised that a moan was his only response.

He thrust lazily with his hips, trying to draw her attention back to his aching cock. He wondered what special occasion it was for him to get a blowjob from his frigid wife. He slipped another finger inside her panties. She responded with a needy moan that Bill relished. A primal growl tore from his throat. He lifted her with one swift motion, bum up face down-and buried his nose in her sex. If Fleur didn’t like sucking cock, she hated having her cunt licked-but Bill loved it. He held himself back as he waited for the inevitable curses in French.

Her scent was overwhelming. He felt like it was all around him. Sweet, but with the unmistakable scent of woman. The wolf in side howled and Bill’s body shuddered with desire. Maybe for one Fleur was going to let him do what he wanted?

“Fleur may I please-“

“M’not not Fleur!”

The female voice sounded muffled. A jolt of magic sizzled in his thigh and Bill’s memories came crashing down on his head.

“Luna-what are we-what?”

“We aren’t doing anything now,” Luna muttered sounding like a brat who didn’t get her way. “You’re just teasing me by breathing on my damp knickers. And now that he’s here-our playtime is over.”

“He? Luna-what the fuck-“ Bill cut off as the Beltane magic ran him through with the force of a hammer.

“It’s testing you-to see if you can handle what’s about to happen. Beltane loves him.”

“Beltane loves who? Luna? What’s about to happen-and can you not do that!” Bill all but screamed as a wet finger began to inch further from his balls and closer to his ass.

“We should get you ready-I won’t be enough to satisfy him with the magic joins with him…”

“WHO LUNA? WHO THE FUCK-“

“My boyfriend-“

"Bill?"

Bill turned to where he heard his name. There in the middle of a purple, green and blue maelstrom of magic, in all his awkward bespectacled glory, stood Harry Potter.

Authors Notes: Fucking evil right? 1) I wanted to write a 69 scene and then I realized that I should take things slow. I've never even written a full blowjob scene, what possessed me to believe I could write a 69? Lol! In my mind this story... has a lot more that I want to flush out. One day I'll write it. I imagine Luna and Harry coercing Bill into accepting his wolf and having wild and crazy sex while doing so. This was also written for May Day, which was May 1st. I'm completely behind in all my other prompts because of this one. So I had to end it. <3