This is just a real quick little idea that I could not get out of my head. It won't be very long, but I hope you enjoy it.

"Um, Hermione?" Harry called from her room, where he was supposed to be grabbing her a sweater for the annual Gryffindor reunion get together at the Three Broomsticks. "Why do you have so many Weasley sweaters?" Harry pulled one out as his friend walked into the room, and his eyes bugged out at the giant W on the front. "Is this- is this Bills?" he asked in a strangled whisper. His eyes frantically darting to hers. "Oh Hermione please tell me you aren't having an affair with Bill!"

He pulled the next one out. "Ginny too? Oh God, I just. I thought yeah maybe in Hogwarts, but for this long. Does Bill know?" Harry sunk to the ground, holding the sweaters in his arms.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You are an idiot Harry. I'll tell you how I got the sweaters, but you have to swear not to tell anyone."

"Not to tell anyone what?" a voice said from behind her. She turned around, and quickly threw her body into the doorway, stretching to make herself as large as possible and hide the view. Harry she could trust, but not him too.

"Is that Bill's sweater?" George asked, worry in his eyes. "What have you been up to Hermione?"

"Is Hermione up to something?" Ron asked behind him, the smile from his face falling when his brother turned around.

Harry's sniffles behind her caused her to roll her eyes again. "If it will stop all of you from being dramatic ninnies, I will tell you how I got Bill's sweater," she said loudly, "and it did not involve me fucking him."

"I'm sorry what?" Bill asked, as he stuck his head around the corner, the hallway too crowded for him to come in fully.

"Are- Are you all here?" Hermione asked in a strangled voice.

"Oh yeah we are. Better get out here and tell this story before Fleur starts flinging fireballs" Ginny yelled from her living room.

Hermione walked out to see Ginny, Fleur, George, Angelina, and Charlie in her living room. She groaned.

"Okay, I will tell you guys why I have Bill's sweater, but it's really not what you think."

Bill

"Hermione?" a gruff voice asked from somewhere near her head.

Hermione turned slightly, looking at the group of men that had assembled near their table. Her best friend, Harry Potter, was stifling a laugh, and she counted at least 4 red heads. Blurrily, she noticed one of them frowning.

"Ugh Ron" she thought.

"Hermione are you alright?" the voice asked again, and she blinked to see it was Bill. Tall and scarred by the attack from Greyback, he looked almost like a villainous rogue here to kidnap her. She giggled at the idea of Bill carting her off to his pirate ship, but then remembered the right hook she'd seen Fluer give someone at a club once, and immediately decided she didn't want to risk it.

"Yeah I'm fine." she finally said.

"What the hell are you doing on the table like that?" Ron finally blurted out.

Hermione looked at her body flat on the table, and then leaned her head back over the edge, "Just hanging out I guess?" she said, and then joined in laughing with Ginny. The force of her laughter caused the alcohol that had been pooled on her abdomen to slide off, down her side. She blinked a few times and tried to focus on the group in front of her.

The guy who had been lounging next to Hermione finally sat up.

"She's just having a bit of fun Dad. Leave her alone." he said in a bored voice.

"Yeah Dad" Hermione echoed, "leave me alone."

Harry rolled his eyes. "As much as I would love to leave you here to your fun, Ginny and I need to go, and I would hate for blondie here to turn out to be a serial killer." he pointed his thumb at the guy while he leaned down, talking into Hermione's ear.

She sighed and sat up, showing the rest of the Weasley crew how little she had worn out tonight. Just a crop top and skirt covered her body, and she thought she heard someone let out a moan. Probably Ron, the little creep. Lusting after her, as if he hadn't broken up with her!

Bill shook his head, and pulled his sweater off of himself. He flipped it right side, and then started pulling it over Hermione's curls.

"Come on, I'll take you home, but you gotta put some more clothes on. What if Fleur saw us and punched first, before realizing it was you?" he said laughing.

Hermione shuddered. Best to avoid that.

The guy at the table grabbed her wrist as she started to slide off the table. She stopped and looked over at him, surprised when he leaned in and gave her a kiss.

"Call me yeah?" he said, pulling a card out of his pocket and handing it over to her.

She smiled. "Yeah."

Her flat was not too far, so Bill offered to walk instead of apparating. She appreciated the thought, drinking and apparating was a recipe for vomit in the bushes. He put an arm around her and pulled her close as they walked down the street.

"Hermione why are you doing this to yourself? You deserve so much better than some guy doing shots off your body in a club." he said.

She snorted. "Better like what? Marriage and ten kids with Ron?"

He shook his head. "No not that. Does he really want ten kids? Blimey."

"That was partly why we broke up, he was ready to settle into a family. But also, there was no more passion in the relationship. We were just going through the motions. I know I always say he broke up with me, but really we were both done. He was just the first to have the guts to say it."

Bill nodded. "Yeah, but still. You do deserve a great guy Hermione. You are so smart and kind and funny. I know there has to be some guy out there perfect for you." They walked up the stairs to her door. "Just keep an open mind yeah?"

Hermione unlocked the door, desperate to get to bed, and smiled at Bill. "Yeah." She finally said.

Inside, she stripped off her clothes, and threw them in the hamper in her closet, before climbing into bed and falling into a blissful sleep.