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She was going mad. There hadn't been a moment alone together since Teddy had left. He would catch her eye at dinner or across a ginger filled room and she would flush and let her hair fall into her face, trying to maintain some sense or propriety. Occasionally, he would brush up behind her. Her breath would catch and she would see him smile to himself. She was consumed.

Merlin, she needed to touch him. If she could only get a moment… How quickly things had changed. She had been doing her best to avoid him and her feelings. But then he had touched her. She let every inhibition go. He filled her with a thousand delights. He was witty and smart and sweet and beyond charming.

She was determined to finish what they had started days prior before Teddy had shattered a vase and interrupted a perfectly marvelous snog. She was now curled up in a chair half listening to Percy ramble on about some Ministry business while trying to plot a way to get Bill away long enough to snog him or at the very least, bury her face in his chest.

That was when he walked by. He was talking to Charlie and he paused to glance her way. Charlie looked between them and rolled his eyes. He shook his head and walked away chuckling to himself. Hermione finally interrupted Percy.

"If you don't mind, I have to excuse myself for a moment. I've been dying to hear about a particularly difficult curse that Bill came across. Terribly interesting magic. But I do want to hear the rest!" She said quickly before standing and straightening her shirt.

She met his blue eyes with an urgent gaze. She approached him and quickly grabbed his wrist. He followed after her with a wry smile. She pulled him up the stairs to his room. When they were inside and the door was shut, she dropped his wrist quickly. She was flushed. Okay, so she had led him up here and they were finally alone. Now what?

"This is awfully private for a chat about curses," Bill said with a smile.

She crossed her arms and turned away from him. "You know, if you had a better way to get us alone then you could have…"

She was interrupted when his arms wrapped around her waist. She was pulled into his chest and she couldn't help but tilt her head back into his warmth. She had missed his touch. Silly, really. It wasn't as though it was familiar. In fact, it was all still very new to her.

Viktor had been very proper. At the time, she had greatly appreciated it. They had shared a few tender kisses but his hands never wandered. And Ron…well, they had discovered very quickly there was no chemistry. When Bill touched her, the slightest caress made her heart race and her whole body warm.

"That was the best you could come up with? After days of thinking? And here I thought you were the brightest witch of our age," he said as he nuzzled into her heck.

"Who said I've been thinking about it for days?" she asked placing her hands on his. Once again, she was struck by how much she admired his hands.

"Oh please. You've had your brow furrowed and you've been worrying that lip between your teeth since Teddy went home." He pressed a kiss to her neck. "It's been driving me mad."

"You want to talk about maddening? Your shirts have gotten increasingly tighter. Any particular reason for that, William?"

"I'll have you know my shirts have always fit this way. But if it bothers you, I'm happy to take it off."

The image of him shirtless flashed before her. She bit her lip at the thought. His lips busied themselves with the skin of her neck. She welcomed the feeling. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as he lavished attention on her. She tilted her head to the side to allow him better access and sighed.

"Yes, please."

He pressed a soft kiss into the hollow behind her ear and pulled away. She turned around quickly, intent on complaining about the sudden lack of contact. She decided against it as she watched him strip off his shirt. She swallowed thickly. She may have felt him through clothing before, hell, she had even seen him shirtless before. But this close… it was entirely too alluring.

"Is this better, Tiny?" he asked throwing his shirt off to the side of the room.

She stared at his chest, openly ogling. She flushed and nodded. Better or worse, she didn't know and at the moment she didn't give a damn. She stepped back into his personal space and placed nervous hands on his chest. She could feel him, really feel him.

"Much better. Although…" she trailed off wickedly.

"So eager to be displeased! What else should I do to appease you?" He said playfully as he gripped her hips and pulled her roughly into him, closing the final distance between their bodies.

Hermione looked up at him and boldly stated her desires. "Kiss me."

He grinned cheekily before claiming her mouth. There was a brief wave of relief at finally getting what she had been pining for. Relief was soon replaced with flaming desire. She had never once felt this kind of passion for another person before. It was consuming. With every touch, he both stoked the flame and quelled it.

His kisses were soft and sweet at first. There was a gentleness about the way that he touched her. He wasn't afraid to let his hands roam or let his body press against her. He took his time with her and it was almost agony. He kissed her like they had all the time in the world. Which would be nice, but they didn't. She needed to feel from him the longing that she had been experiencing herself.

Like a cat basking in the sun, she stretched her body against his. She thrilled at feeling the heat of his exposed chest against her body. Hermione allowed her hands to tangle firmly into his long hair, thanking Merlin that it was unbound today. His tresses were like silk and she momentarily envied him. She didn't allow her mind to wander too much. She had wanted this moment for too long.

His kisses began to grow in fervor. His mouth slanted against hers firmly and she sighed softly. Finally, she was getting what she wanted. She opened to him and was pleasantly rewarded. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck, fully supporting her as she relaxed into his touch, the other hand drifted to cup the curve of her arse. She desperately tried to press further into him but it was impossible. Her shirt had to go.

She slowed their kiss and pulled away. Looking at Bill, he was obviously displeased but he said nothing. She made eye contact and then looked down. Now or never. She gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her body. She dropped the fabric to the floor slowly, letting the cotton slip through her fingers. She was left exposed, covered only by the thin fabric of her lavender bra.

Blue eyes appraised her hungrily. She flushed and stepped closer to him. Carefully, she hooked her fingers into the belt loops of his pants. She looked up at him with dark eyes. She didn't have to remind him what they were doing. He moved quickly and she was once again pressed against a wall. He seemed to be rather fond of having her at his will. She used her fingers to connect their hips and left the connecting of their lips to him. Which was an excellent idea because when his mouth met hers, it was with new ferocity.

She arched her back and moaned into his mouth. He was incredibly innovative and found new ways to taste her with every passing moment. His kisses ought to be illegal because they were lethal. Her knees went within minutes. She could only cling to him in hopes of staying upright. His chest kept her pressed to the wall and she let her hands wander the naked skin of his back. She wondered how it was that he stayed this fit. She knew plenty of quidditch players and while they were fit, it was nothing compared to Bill's physique.

His kisses began to move. One minute he was caressing her tongue with his playfully and the next his lips were doing marvelous things to her neck. She moaned softly when his teeth nipped at the muscles of her neck. He hummed happily into her skin. She was writhing from a few kisses. Merlin, what would happen when they continued? She wouldn't be opposed to finding out.

His hands moved to grab the back of her thighs and hoisted them up so that they may wrap around his hips. They were slotted together and she became increasingly aware of how empty she felt in the most feminine of places. She rolled her hips into his when he sucked her earlobe into the heat of his mouth. She was delighted when he mimicked the motion.

Desperately, she grabbed his head and pulled it back to hers. She found his mouth with very little trouble and she dove back in. The sensation of his hips rolling into hers in combination with their kiss was like nothing she had ever before felt. The pressure of his hips pushed the line of his zipper into all the right places. They were slotted together for maximum pleasure and that is most certainly what she got. She could feel her body growing tense and ecstasy seemed to be building in her stomach.

Her kisses grew clumsy and soon she was just focused on the way his hips met hers. She urged him fervently. His mouth went back to her neck and his hands cupped her bum and pawed at it. She knew she was saying something but she didn't know what it was. She was vaguely aware that his name was in there somewhere before she dug her nails into his back and fell over some sort of precipice that caused her to tremble.

She felt him kiss her neck sweetly as her muscle spasms slowed. She looked at him with wide, confused eyes. He smiled and laughed softly before pressing a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"I do believe you have nothing to complain about now."

"You underestimate my ability to find something to complain about," she said breathlessly.

He laughed heartily but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Hermione's eyes grew large with panic and Bill was struggling to stifle his laugh. She smacked his chest before rushing to grab her shirt. She was luckily able to put it on without much of a struggle. She opened the door just enough to pop her head through and stare at Ginny.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing? We were supposed to leave ages ago. Why are you so red?"

"No reason. I'm coming."

She thought she heard Bill mutter something along the lines of "not anymore" but she coughed and ignored him. She smiled sweetly and Ginny gave her a strange look before telling her to hurry and walking away. When Hermione turned around she smacked Bill's chest, which unfortunately was now covered.

"Did you want your sister to know that you were in here, what we were doing?"

"I don't mind," he smiled with pride. Of course, he didn't mind. But she wasn't about to go spreading her business about.

She smacked him once more and huffed before kissing him once more and stepping out of the room.

Merlin… the things he did to her.

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