a/n- This story is unbetaed so bare with me please. BTW I am going to make Bill dark in this story because of his jealousy of Hermione. I love Bill's character but he's part-werewolf blooded and when he is near to the full moon. his patience and jealously makes him on edge and let the animal side of him show more in his personality. Sorry to any Bill fans, I honestly love Bill's character. And if you like Bill/Hermione "Felix Felicitis with a twist" wrote an amazing Bill/Hermione story called The Lightning Strike, which you can find in my favorites and which I highly recommend it, the way she writes Bill IS amazing and adorable. BUT Bill will end be a dark jerk in this story so be warned :)...Though I will probably end up rewriting this chapter though because I hate the ending of this chapter and it becomes too shocking and Bill becomes too evil. So advanced apologies, I don't think canon Bill would actually be abusive. But he becomes abusive here. Suggestions on how to improve the latter part of this chapter are appreciated as long as it's worded politely not flaming me "to never write Bill or Hermione" again.
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3. Don't Go
[Song: Hannah Georgas - Don't Go; Tom Odell - Magnetised]
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Hermione swept her hands over her pinstripe suit and hair, trying to seem normal as she walked back up the hall of the Ministry—and not like someone who had just received oral sex in an abandoned stair well.
Perhaps it was the guilt, yet it felt like everyone's eyes followed her. Her co-workers looked at her behind scrutinizing, vague eyes as she passed their desks and you could hear a pin-needle drop.
Her feet and legs felt shaky as she tried to seem to normal. She took in a breath and tried to remember who she was in her power heels: I'm Hermione Granger, I'm a powerful witch, I'm a strong, independent woman, I helped win a war, I fought Voldemort...
But then her lips suddenly broke into a smirk.
Fleur had practically made love to her in the stairwell, throwing down the pastry box, then tangling her hands in her hair as she had unbuttoned Hermione's shirt and then ran wet kisses along with her neck...
Hermione blushed and shook her head. She had no idea what was she was doing. No clue, and not even a tad bit responsible about this. But she never felt happier, thrilled. Or delighted over pastries.
If Ron ever offered her a pastry again, she'd have to laugh out loud until she turned red in the face.
"Deputy Granger," Miles Smith, her assistant chippered her as she approached back at her office. "Where were you? I was trying to Owl you for an hour until I finally had to come here." The young man looked terribly worried that his normally cross boss seemed to be suddenly going mad and uncannily happy for no reason. He bit his lip. "You missed the Interdepartmental Meeting."
"Did I?" Hermione pretended to care; normally she would and would be throwing a fit and anguishing over any little mishap in the office. Instead, it was almost impossible for her to frown right now and pretend any of this mattered to her. No matter how important that meeting was. She could still taste strawberries and French in her mouth.
('Oui. Oui. Oui. Yes, Fleur like that, just bend your knee - Oh Merlin I can't believe I'm doing this,' she had shouted at the French woman as they had fallen to the floor of the stairwell, throwing a spell at the only door to keep it locked.)
"Yes," Miles repeated, holding his pencil pad to him and sounding more confused than ever. "Shouldn't you be angry at me for not reminding you earlier...?"
"No, Miles. It's not your fault I missed the meeting. I knew when it was. Something came up." She tried to avoid smirking again (though it was really hard not to seem happy) and rubbed at her pencil-skirt and jacket again, making sure it was smooth and faultless. "You took down the notes for the meeting?"
"Yes." Miles gulped, clearly waiting for the other shoe to drop and for her to scream at him. "I have the Minutes right here."
He handed her the scroll of notes from the meeting.
"Good. There is no problem then." She walked away from him, leaving him gaping after her.
She probably should feel guilty for confusing her assistant; Miles had never seen her happier, or inexplicably relaxed about missing an important meeting. But then she had a spring in her step as she walked back to her office and sunk into her chair with a heavy, dizzy sigh. There was more paperwork piled up on her desk than ever...and it didn't bother her a bit.
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"Fleur where were you?"
Bill was not pleased when he arrived early from work and she wasn't there.
"I'm zorry. Bill, I had some errands, groceries, to do." She took off her jacket and placed it on a hook on the wall, before emptying her extendable grocery bags filled with fresh chard, grapes, artichokes, bread, cheese, and some wine. She pretended to get busy at the counter; trying to sweep thoughts of Hermione out of her head (though every time she thought of the brunette a happy smirk would sneak its way on her face).
Bill grimaced and he scrubbed one of his large, almost brutal hands against his scarred face before he swept towards her and placed a territorial kiss on her cheek. "You shouldn't just go off like that. I was worried."
"It's not a war anymore, Bill, you don't have to worry about me, or, ze people disappearing."
Bill laughed humourlessly. "You'd be surprised how many people still disappear." He threw one of their empty bottles of chardonnay at the fireplace. "There's still Death Eaters out there. Just ask Harry or Ron."
"I haven't asked." She tried not to shudder at how the glass shattered against the fireplace.
He stared at her with a disgruntled expression; his hands impatiently tapped at the counter while she continued putting away groceries in their cabinets, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Bill's voice was a harsh echo. "You didn't go the Ministry today?"
Fleur gulped and dug her nails into her palms. (Her hands were shaking.) "It's nothing like that. I dropped off some pastries to Ron, he's my brother in law—" That much was true; she had been sure to bring an extra box for Ron as cover.
Bill gripped at the counter, looking like he wanted to break something. "So you have no shame trying to give pastries to Ron after you screwed around with his own wife?"
"It's not like that."
When had she become such a terrible liar? It's not right, yet she was magnitized. (She didn't want everything errupting into scandal when she wasn't even sure if this thing with Hermione was a passing thing or whether Hermione would ever want her more.)
Bill pressed up against her from behind and Fleur closed her eyes, hating what she was about to do (so soon after Hermione..and yet she knew there was no other way to deflect the argument.) His hand gripped greedily at her breast through her blouse. His voice was a gentle poison. "No, you're right, women don't fuck around do they? They can't. Except my wife would never betray me would she?" he said mockingly and he pressed up against Fleur imposingly. "Cheating on me with a women doesn't count, does it? I don't know why I ever got jealous, Hermione doesn't have a dick does she?" He lowered his lips to her neck, kissing her from behind.
Fleur closed her eyes. "Please, Bill—"
She could tell it was close to the full moon and the partial-wolf blood in him was having its effect; making him more erratic, animal—
"No you know what it's all about Fleur, clearly, I'm just a stuffy Englishman trying to stop you from having your fun." He pressed his lips against her throat, barely scraping his teeth over her smooth flawless skin. "What did you do to her, touch her, did she touch you?"
"Bill—"
"Don't lie to me. What did you to her? I want you to show me."
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because it's the only thing stopping me from going right now to the Burrow and telling my brother."
Fleur trembled.
When had what she had done with Hermione become a torture for her? Was Bill really going to humiliate her like this.
"I'm sorry, baby, please—"
"Go on. Show me Fleur right now or I'm going to tell Ron right now."
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Fleur got down on her knees before him.
At any other time, this would be fun to do with her husband.
Instead, this was humiliating because he was so angry and controlling.
She stared up at him pleadingly. She had turned red, tracks of tears lined down her cheeks.
"I don't know how I'm supposed to show you what I did with her when you don't even have—"
"A vagina?" Bill asked rudely. "I'm sorry, when you married me, I had no idea that's what you wanted. I assumed you liked what I had."
"You bastard." Fleur got back up on her feet and prepared to leave. "You can't do this to me. I'm sorry I cheated on you with Hermione, but enough is enough. I'm going to leave—"
Bill barricaded the fireplace.
"No you're not. Because if you do, I will tell Ron, and then all four of us are going to go down in scandal. You French bitch, I won't let you wreck Ron's marriage too."
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a/n: I will probably rewrite this chapter once I have a beta because the story went a bit crazy and OOC here...so yeah the story got a bit supercrazy in this chapter and again I apologize for making Bill such a mysogynist, racist OOC arsehole in this story, but it's part of storytelling to have a "bad guy". Though I don't think Bill is trying to be bad, he's just got no other defense and is mad with jealousy and under the influence of his wolf part. Anyways, let me know what you thought? Did I make Bill too misogynistic? Do you think I should tone down his language or do you think he'd lose his temper and insult her like that? What do you think would Bill's honest response to Fleur cheating on him and betraying Ron too? Would he put his own family, the Weasleys, above Fleur's happiness?
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