The Face I Can't Forget
One morning I woke up and saw her face. A fierce song of adornment rose within my chest and it scared me like nothing had ever scared me before. Because the face I saw wasn't the face of the woman lying next to me, the face of the woman who loved me, the face of my wife. It was the face one of my friends. The face of Hermione Granger.
Try as I may I couldn't forget her face. Or more importantly, I couldn't forget the way I felt when I thought of her face. My hands would grow damp, my heart would quicken, my mouth would dry up and I would be at a total loss for words. I knew those symptoms well; I'd experienced them all when I first fell in love with Fleur.
I wanted to forget all about Hermione and my feelings for her, but that was harder said than done. Over the last few years she had become a part of the family, and as my younger brothers girlfriend she was even more a part of the family now than she ever had been before. It was impossible for me to ignore her. She seemed to be everywhere that I went. And when I saw her she would smile at me and say something, anything, that made me forget, that I was supposed to be ignoring her.
The weeks went by and my attraction only grew. It grew so strong that eventually I stopped fighting it. And Hermione noticed. It was plain as day that she noticed. But what was even plainer, to me anyway, was that she responded. She made excuses to touch my hand. She always laughed at my jokes, bad or good. Usually somewhere in the middle. And when we hugged it was as if a herd of centaurs was the only thing that was going to split us up.
Three months later, at my mother's Christmas dinner, we had their first kiss. It was an innocent kiss under the mistletoe in the kitchen. But it was clear to us both that that one kiss was not going to be enough to satisfy us. We found each other later that night in the bathroom. And there we made love for the first time. Both of us knew that it was wrong. Both felt guilty at having betrayed someone they loved. But neither of us was prepared to call it quits.
Over the next few months we made excuses to be with each other. We spend our moments together making love and taking of silly things. We very purposely avoided talking about our other halves or the future. That would only sadden us.
Whenever we weren't together, I thought of her. I saw her face behind my eyelids. When I made love to Fleur I was picturing Hermione pinned underneath me, Hermione whispering in my ear, Hermione screaming out in pleasure. Hermione's face was tattooed across my mind. I couldn't forget it. And at this point I wasn't even going to try.
This is the first part of a story requested by xAlexRiddlex. The request was for a tragic Bill and Hermione story. Now I don't know just how tragic this is going to be, but when I started writing this was the story that came to me.
For those of you who haven't already noticed, this story is built on some of the strophes from the song 'She' by Elvis Costello.
I know that this chapter is quite short, and I want to let you all know that all of the chapters will be that way. Just warning you in advance. But to make it better there'll be a lot of chapters. Hope you don't hate me.
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