Title: Embarrassment
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Bill Weasley, Arthur Weasley
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 309
Summary: Bill experiences a first.

Notes:

Marathon Challenge: Mile 7 - Bill Weasley

Year Long Scavenger Hunt: A46. (dialogue) "Who washed my sheets?"


Bill's eyes snapped open as his harsh breathing slowly regulated. Under his blanket, he moved his legs and grimaced at the sticky feeling that coated his limbs.

What happened... Well, it was new. At least new to him. He swallowed as his mind replayed the dream. There were soft curves, a pleasant smell, and lots of touching, kissing, and moaning.

He blushed as he remembered how hot he felt. It was like he was burning up from the inside out.

As the stickiness became extremely uncomfortable, he got up from his bed. He needed a shower. Badly.

When he stood up, he looked down at his bed and cringed at the white stuff pooling on his sheets. First, he'd clean himself. Then he'd worry about his sheets.

After a quick shower, where he tried to wash away his memory of the vivid dream as well as the remnants from it, he hurried back to his room. He hoped to get rid of the evidence before anyone found out.

He walked into the room and was surprised to see the sheets pristine, as if the dream had never happened. "Who washed my sheets?" he muttered out loud.

"I did, Son. It just took a quick wave of my wand," his dad announced from the doorway.

Bill whirled around. "Dad, what...? Why...? Huh?"

Arthur Weasley raised an amused eyebrow. "The shower running woke me up so I came to investigate."

"I can explain," Bill tried, only to be interrupted by Arthur.

"Don't worry about it. I was a teenage boy once upon a time. I had my fair share of wet dreams. It's completely normal, and there's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about."

He might say that, but Bill didn't know if he'd ever live the humiliation down. At least it was his dad who found out and not his mum.