A/N: Just a little perk me up!

The Vault

"We've got to get going, love. I've got that fancy speech at the Gringotts luncheon."

She took his hand and started at the maddening fluttering that was going on in her most tender area, Bill dropped a wink, voice dropping to a whisper as they walked the halls, "Still think quidditch has nothing to do with getting wild?"

"You're a terrible person." She told her husband, perhaps she had gotten a bit terse after listening to him and Charlie ramble on and on about quidditch during the last moon. Perhaps she had found it completely ludicrous when they started talking not euphemistically at all about the link between quidditch and sex. She had let her pride run her mouth as she scoffed, been drawn into a bet that Bill could prove it and now she was anxiously awaiting when he would remove the wild snitch that had her very much wishing they were heading directly back to their bedroom. It was twirling inside her like a wild thing and very much riling up every little muscle she had.

"Is my pearl getting testy?" He winked, slipping his arm around her, fingers grazing and teasing in ways that should not be happening in Diagon Alley. "Hmmm?"

"I will play the good little wife for the goblins then you are fixing this situation." She muttered it at him, hating how turned on she was and the fact they were stuck with immovable plans. She might just kill him for how smug he was being, or maybe trick him into going into the pantry wandless and setting bludgers on him.

She was driven increasingly mad as she shook hands and listened to him talk, entirely unable to focus on whatever he was saying about goblin and human partnerships, trying not to rub her legs together, because that it made it wriggle more. He dropped a wink at her and she realized he'd probably just said something about her and the house elves, but really just wanted him to shut up and get to what was important at the moment. There was more handshaking and he firmly, but gently took her. "My wife and I need to make a quick stop at our vault before the reception."

Hermione had never seen their vault, had been heavily wanted for the majority of their marriage and at any other time would have been thrilled to see it was very neatly organized. "Bill, get the damn thing out and replace it with yourself."

"Say it." He teased as he boosted her onto the counter that ran along the edge, scattering a pile of jewels. Giving little feather kisses to the tender area near her ear.

"Quidditch is sexy." It was begrudging and pleading at the same time.

He gave her a triumphant grin, hands obediently going to slip into her and encountering her soaked panties, "Godric, love, drink extra water today, you're dehydrating yourself. Could smell you all the way across the room."

She pulled his mouth to hers, yanking at his belt, extremely glad to find he too had been thinking about this and as he relieved her of the dratted snitch she freed her prize. She opened her legs wider and he chuckled at her eagerness, lifting her slightly as he entered and she mewed in sheer relief. Godric, he felt so good. Bill was not shy about filling her, about taking her deeply and giving her the relief she sought by slamming into the spot. She went to pieces rapidly, his name strangled on her lips as everything twisted and clenched, as she clutched at him trying to handle the built up intensity and failing miserably. He lifted her further, mumbling something about wanting to see her with the treasure and she found herself being pressed down onto a pile with a groan and she felt a pop, her dress was gone.

Bill's kisses were electric and burning as his hips met hers again and again, driving her deeper onto the pile and flinging gems around with his force. This was not their sweet gentle love making of the middle of the night, this was the primal kind, the sheer need that lay between them to try and force themselves into one as quickly as possible. Hot and biting kisses, slamming hips, shifting of a leg to above his shoulder and pushing to where it was just at the edge of being too much, too deep as he groaned in pleasure. This was flinging her head back in passion, sweat soaking her, shrieking Bill's name at the sensation of need being built and met, every inch of her lower half quaking and tingling as he took his final deep dives. He was almost shuddering, shaking as he dropped her leg and nuzzled her neck, "We'll be visiting the vault a lot." Another peck as he lifted his weight, "I think I'll make lots of speeches now."

Yes, Hermione very thoroughly agreed. "On treasure, Bill? I'm going to be sore."

"Got potion for that, love. Best way to enjoy our assets, don't you think?" He pulled up off of her and glanced around, "Bloody hell, I really did just banish your dress didn't I?"

She nodded and then flushed, "Bill, you can't leave me half naked in a vault!"

Bill looked completely flummoxed as he tied his hair and pulled up his pants, "Well, love, I've got to go get you clothes."

She was furious and all of the little pecks he was giving her as he helped her stand weren't making it better, they were supposed to be headlining the reception and when he left she heard Ginny. "You scared the goblins away so Mum and I got stuck coming after you. Learn some damn silencing charms."

"Language, Ginny." Her mother scolded.

"Ginny, do me a favor?" Bill pleaded, voice dropping and several moments later Ginny was in the vault, looking extremely amused.

"The things I do for you people." Ginny exclaimed as she stripped out of her own dress and threw it at Hermione. "Go do your stupid event and you owe me on top of what Bill promised. Need my shoes?"

Hermione looked around, knowing she was completely flushed with embarrassment and nodded, her voice completely mortified. "Your mum?"

"It's fine, Hermione, if I can survive the surprise birthday fiasco you can manage this." Ginny gave her an encouraging pat, but it did nothing to lessen the embarrassment.

Hermione very meekly left the vault in her borrowed dress to find Bill looking sheepish. Mrs. Weasley sighed and patted her arm sentimentally, "I remember those days, but behavior like this is exactly how you end up with seven children."

Bill slipped his arm around her with a wink, voice chuckling, "Hermione's always wanted her own little quidditch team, Mum. She's an enthusiastic fan of the sport."

He was going to get locked in a closet with bludgers. Most definitely.