Losing It by WeasleyForMe
Inspiration and beta-reading by Grande.Vanilla.Skim.Latte!!
Hermione has decided she wants to lose her virginity to one of the Weasley brothers. Through a series of daydreams, she imagines the benefits of having each one as her first lover! Smut!
After she had calmed down, Hermione became completely lost in Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration and didn't immediately hear the boys yelling. When she looked up, she saw the Quaffle coming straight at her and covered her face in preparation for the impact. After a few seconds, she realized nothing had hit her, and she proceeded to peek through her fingers. Bill had managed to capture the Quaffle before it could hurt her. He smiled down at her, and she sighed with relief. "Thanks," she murmured as she took in his shirtless form.
"Don't mention it." With a distinct look of curiosity, he tossed the Quaffle over his shoulder to Fred and took a seat next to Hermione. "Keep playing without me! I'm taking a break!" he called to his brothers.
Fred caught it and yelled back, "You're too old to keep up with the rest of us." He shook his head and passed the Quaffle to Percy.
"What are you reading?" Bill asked Hermione as he stretched out on the grass next to her.
"Oh, it's just a book on complex Transfiguration theories. Boring, you wouldn't be interested," she said, trying to dismiss a conversation which would inevitably make her feel too awkwardly intelligent.
Bill propped himself up slightly to look at the page she was reading. Hermione couldn't help but be impressed by the oldest Weasley brother's lithe, muscular limbs and his long ginger hair which he wore tied back. It also didn't hurt that his gorgeous features were accentuated by the fang earring he wore. "It's not boring to me. Did you know I was accepted by a University to study Transfiguration?" he asked, looked up into her eyes. She shook her head slowly in surprise. "I didn't attend, obviously. There was too much work to be done for The Order, and besides, I didn't want to overshadow Percy," he joked.
Hermione was dually impressed. Bill was extremely intelligent, and he also had a profound sense of duty. They sat for awhile conversing about different theories and properties of Transfiguration until George yelled down to them. "Bill, it's not fun with five of us! I don't care if Hermione is cuter than we are, get back up here!"
Hermione blushed at George's words. Bill seemed to notice and offered her a wink. "That much may be true, but I should get back up there and teach them all how to play like men," he told her as he laughed. Hermione shook her head and shooed him back into the air on his broom.
As she watched him take flight, her mind began to wander.
Hermione was sitting in the kitchen of the Burrow, alone. It was nearly midnight, and she was helping herself to a slice of apple pie while she enjoyed the silent house. Suddenly she heard someone walking in through the front door. She quickly drew her wand and aimed it at the closed kitchen door, awaiting the intruder. Her heart was racing as the door slowly swung open to reveal Bill.
"Bill!" she gasped in surprise and relief.
His eyes snapped up to meet hers. "Hermione, sorry if I scared you."
She lowered her wand. "What are you doing out so late?"
"Date," he said with a grimace. "If you can call it that," he added quietly.
Hermione stepped toward him and placed a small hand on his firm chest. "What happened?"
Bill looked at her hand, reveling in the feel of it through his shirt. "Girls that I take out always turn out to be naïve and mindless. It's like talking to a pygmy puff. Then they expect me to sleep with them, but I'm just so sick of this routine." Bill slid his hand over hers and slowly trailed his fingers down her arm.
"I'm young, Bill, but I'm not mindless." Hermione slid her other hand against Bill's abdomen and up along his ribs. His firm body felt warm and sensual through his clothing, and Hermione felt an unfamiliar warmth in her core.
"Of course you aren't," Bill whispered as he leaned her face toward hers. "That's because you're perfect, and any guy who has been with you probably doesn't know how privileged he truly was." Hermione involuntarily moaned as a result of Bill's words and his fingers which found their way under her pyjama shirt. He was kneading his large hands gently into the flesh of her lower back, inching his lips ever closer, but never breaking eye contact.
"You could be the first," Hermione whispered. Bill stopped his progress as his fingers stilled.
"The first?"
"Yes, right now, you could be my first lover."
"Hermione, are you saying that… you've never? But you want me to?"
"Yes, please Bill. I trust you, and right now, you're driving my body wild," she said as she stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. "Can we go to your room?"
Bill was floored at her request, but nodded as she took his hand and left them quietly up to his bedroom. He put up a silencing charm and a locking charm, knowing full well that the rest of his family would kill him for what he was considering doing. "Hermione, are you sure you don't want someone closer to your own age?"
"Bill, I don't want some fumbling child ruining my first time." She slowly pulled her night shirt up, revealing the creamy flesh of her stomach. Bill watched in a state of euphoria as she pulled the shirt completely off, revealing her full breasts.
Hermione steeled herself as she closed the distance between them. She knew she'd have to take some initiative if she wanted Bill Weasley to sleep with her. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands along his muscled body. Bill wasn't stopping her, but he also wasn't actively participating. That is until she removed his belt and unfastened his trousers. Then his lips came crashing down against hers.
"Bill," she moaned into his mouth as he firmly squeezed each of her breasts. He left her mouth, choosing to follow an elaborate path down her neck with his tongue and lips. His large hands seemed to be effortlessly eliciting delightful sounds from her, and soon she found herself wet from his experienced touch. She slid her hand along his erection through his boxer briefs. Bill moaned and quickly reclaimed possession of her mouth and slowly guided them toward his bed.
"I'll try to make your first time memorable, Hermione," he told her with a grin as they both fell onto his bed. Bill leaned over her, placing kisses along her neck and down to her breasts. He slipped his left hand into her pyjama pants, and she sucked in a surprised breath. His mouth gently trailed along her breasts, tongue laving and lips sucking. The combined sensations of Bill's fingers working against her most intimate parts and his mouth along her exposed skin at Hermione worked into a frenzy.
"Oh, sweet Merlin!" she exclaimed, rolling her head to the side when Bill's teeth grazed along her hardened nipple. Bill grinned against her; he still had it. He pulled himself away from her to remove her remaining clothing, noticing the immediate look of loss that crossed her face. He returned to his previous position and allowed Hermione to untie his shoulder length hair and run her fingers through it while he worked his deft fingers along her clit. He inserted one finger inside her, and it was his undoing. She moaned loudly and pulled at his hair, sending a powerful jolt to his already engorged penis.
"Bill, please!" she pleaded. He nodded and kissed her lips steadily as he positioned himself against her tight passage and pushed forward. Hermione was rather nervous about the size of his large, erection, but she had faith that her petite body could handle it. She held her breaths as he seamlessly pressed himself through her final barrier of innocence and waited as she dealt with the pain. His self control was speaking measures against the tightness of her wrapped around him; he wanted nothing more than to thrust to his heart's content, but he waited until she was ready. Once she was comfortable, Hermione gently rolled her hips, causing Bill to grunt. She was shocked by his reaction and rolled her hips again. Soon they fell into a pattern of rolling hips and moans accentuated with soft gasps.
Bill felt himself drawing near his release so he grasped Hermione's hips and began to thrust deeper and harder. Her moans and cries escalated in volume and intensity as she climaxed, clenching around Bill's cock in the process. "Oh, god, Bill!" she pleaded as she rode her orgasm. Seconds later, he came inside her velvety hotness to a chorus of his name echoing off of his bedroom walls.
"Mmm, Bill, Bill," she continued to mutter his name as they curled up together under her blanket. He loved the sound of his name on her lips. He lay behind her with his arms wrapped around her, kissing the back of her neck in gratitude.
"Thank you, Bill," he heard her mutter some time later.
"Trust me, you've given me a much bigger gift than anything I could give you."
Hermione broke free from her daydream, stunned by her pent up feelings for Bill. She quickly cleared her head of all naughty thoughts before she stood and carried Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration inside the Burrow with her.
Yay Bill! I hope you liked it and noticed the differences between Ron and Bill. Up next (I believe) will be Percy!! Give him a chance, he's not so bad!
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