Hermione laid awake in her cot the hot air clinging to her skin, the events of the last school year running through her head. Cedric was dead. Voldermort was back. And once again she was at the Burrow unable to sleep in this heat.

Thinking back to that night had made Hermione smile. She had awoken in her own bed and at first had thought she had dreamt the entire affair until she felt the note under her pillow.

Dearest Hermione, better to not be caught again. Thank you x. It had read, she still kept it with her in her trunk. When she had gone down stairs that morning he had smiled at her but said nothing, even Charlie played dumb and let Molly introduce the older Weasley to her, only slightly coughing when Molly turned to say that Bill and Hermione had met last night. They sat to have breakfast, left for the cup and that was that.

They spoke briefly after the death eater attack as Bill wanted to ensure that she was okay but then they went their separate ways, her to school and he had alluded that he may not return to Egypt just yet. When she had seen him at the final task her heart had jumped into her throat but he had been cold with her up until Harry arrived with Cedric, even flirting with Fleur Delacour in front of her. Molly had insisted to Hermione's parents that she stay at the Burrow this summer and had pleaded with Dumbledore to allow Harry as well.

So here she was in Ginny's room, in a house full of Weasley's wondering why she couldn't get a certain older Weasley out of her head. Giving up she went down stairs for a glass of water, smiling to herself as she pulled on Bill's old sweater. She had to keep herself from laughing when she entered and saw him standing in front of the sink.

"Let me guess, Egypt time?" she giggled knowing full well he had been in Britain for the past 12 months.

Bill turned to look at her and fought to keep the smile off his face. "Let me guess, it is a boy on the mind this time, how is Krum?" he spat angrily at her.

Hurt by the tone of his words Hermione steeled her face and glowered at him.

"Viktor is fine I assume, back in Bulgaria."

"I was surprised to see you here, after all I know he invited you for the summer, I didn't realise the Prophet had some truth to it, moving a bit quick aren't we Granger." His voice like ice as he looked at her.

She was breaking his heart couldn't she see that, when the Daily Prophet had first released those ruddy articles he had ignored them, but then she had gone to the ball with him, and she was what he would miss the most for the second task, it infuriated Bill. They had managed to travel to France to retrieve Fleur's little sister, but Krum! Krum would miss HIS Hermione the most. He knew he shouldn't care, that she was so young and it was just one night but he had hoped.

"Oh like you are one to talk! How is Miss Delacour? Shouldn't you be in France?!"

She was mad now. How dare he, Viktor and her were just friends and he was the one getting all flirty with the French twit. And yet here he stood judging her.

"AND not that it is ANY of YOUR business WILLIAM WEASLEY but Viktor and I are just friends. The Daily Prophet as usual is completely incompetent." Hermione huffed her face now as red as his hair. Their bodies inches apart as they had unknowingly gravitated toward one another during their heated exchange.

"DON'T you DARE call me WILLIAM!…. Wait, just friends? But the ball and the task…" he paused as her words sunk in.

Hermione shook her head and begun to say friends but before she could finish his lips captured hers. Picking her up and pressing her against the door frame of the kitchen. Her hands finding his hair as she melted into him. Her breath hitched as his bit her lip and she suddenly pushed him away.

"What the bloody hell Bill! You barely speak to me all year, flirt with the damn French girl, yell at me about Viktor then do that! Explain! NOW!"

"Hermione, I, I just. I was jealous okay! You went off to school and I was excited because at least I would be around this year and I thought we could write, but then Harry's name came out of the cup and you had no time for me which I completely understood. Then the Prophet started writing all this crap and then Ron wrote and said you went to the ball with Krum and I, I thought you didn't want me okay! I thought you wanted him and that I was just some one night fling so I was mad and when I found out that you were at the bottom of the lake I was furious and I just, I wanted to make you jealous."

You could see the pain in Bill's eyes as he looked down at the small witch in front of him.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I should have wrote, I should have let you know Viktor and I were just friends, but when you didn't tell me you were staying and then didn't write, I thought we were over."

Hermione's eye welled up with tears as Bill wrapped his arms around her. Pressing a firm kiss to her forehead and taking her hand in his he said,

"We will never be over."