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Bill couldn't put into words how elated he felt. She couldn't draw? He'd have to test that. They're leisure time that afternoon ran through his mind on an endless loop. The relief he had felt when she sat beside him was nothing compared to the feeling of her pressed against his side. When she plaited his hair, he was besotted.

He wanted to spend more time with her. She was incredibly charming and soft and warm. He wanted to hold her hand. When she had placed it on his shoulder he wanted to take it and press kisses to her knuckles. She was beyond perfect. And most frustrating.

Hermione was being particularly evasive. She was constantly with Ginny or Harry and Ron. He couldn't find a moment with her for the life of him. It was beyond frustrating. Instead of collecting moments with her all he was collecting was glimpse of her.

She looked particularly lovely today. Her curls were tucked behind her ears and she looked ravishing in a white t-shirt and black jeans. The weather had cleared up and the sun was out. She was sitting with Ginny on the lawn, enjoying the soft breeze. They appeared to be talking about something intently.

"Are you going to stare longingly at her all day or are you going to talk to her at some point?"

He turned around and looked at Harry. Harry was standing behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. Bill floundered for an answer. He had not been staring longingly. Had he? "I don't know what you mean." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

"Oh please! You've been at it all week. You're practically mooning over her."

He might have been. Who could blame him? Her beauty came through in every little action and nuance. She took her tea straight, she often lost herself in conversation, she furrowed her brow when she was thinking and she flushed easily. She was impossible to ignore. At dinner, she frequently got worked up over the conversation or she fed her father bit after bit of information on muggles. She was beyond charming. He just had to spend more time with her.

"Maybe a bit."

"If that's what a bit looks like I'd hate to think about how I look at Ginny. I must be pathetic."

"You're more than pathetic," Bill said with a smile, earning him a punch in the arm.

"Seriously, Bill. Go talk to her. She doesn't bite…much."

"She's a bit busy at the moment," Bill grumbled.

Harry laughed. "That's not like you at all."

He looked out the window. A smile touched his face when he saw Ginny laughing. Damn, he was lucky. He knew that Ginny was trying to talk Hermione into accepting her feelings for Bill. Ginny was determined to get them together. Harry really couldn't care less. Hermione deserved to try at happiness.

"I'll be right back."

Harry went through the door and approached the girls. Bill watched as Ginny smiled and looked discreetly towards the window. Bill tried to look busy. She smiled and reached for Harry's hand. They walked back hand in hand. Hermione watched them go with a smile before she flopped onto her back and stretched out in the grass.

Harry and Ginny entered the house wearing matching smirks.

"She's all yours. Do what you will with the opportunity," Harry said clapping him on the back.

Bill wasn't a fool. He was going to go out there. He just needed a reason first. He looked around for something before his eyes rested on the clock. It was just after one and she hadn't eaten since around 8. Perfect.

He walked outside and was grateful that the sun was out as he only had on a thin, well worn t-shirt. He had thrown his hair into a reckless bun after he woke up and he could feel the heat on the back of his neck. He approached her slowly.

"Hey," he said as he sat down beside her. He stretched her legs out beside hers though they went beyond her own.

Her eyes flew open. The surprise was fleeting and soon they were soft with recognition. "Oh, hello."

"I'm about to make lunch. Any suggestions?"

She closed her eyes and her head rolled slightly to the side, towards him. Her mouth pursed as she thought. He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to squelch the urge to kiss her then and there. He allowed his hand to drift closer to hers. The grass tickled his palms.

"Come on, Tiny. I know you've thought of at least 6 things by now."

She pressed her lips together to hide a smile. "Shepherd's pie."

"There we go!" he said with a grand smile.

"What did the others ask for?" she inquired.

"I didn't bother to ask," he answered truthfully.

Her eyes were open once more. Her mouth was parted. She looked taken aback. He smiled again. He had never seen a face blessed with more perfection. The sun highlighted the highest planes and the way her nose curled up a bit at the tip. The wind rustled around them, moving a few wispy curls onto her face.

He couldn't resist. He lifted his hand and brushed them back behind her ear, allowing his fingers to brush her cheek. She had touched his hair. It wasn't so different if he touched hers, was it? Her eyebrows rose in surprise. He put his hand back on the ground, just beside her face.

"William," she said his name as though she were testing it, tasting it.

"Hermione," his voice was low but light.

"Are you going to make Shepherd's pie?"

"Only if you ask me to."

She smiled and laughed. "Bill, will you make Shepherd's pie for lunch?"

He pretended to think it over and she laughed again. Her body shifted and their hands were touching. He lowered his head. He hovered just over her, just a few inches more and their lips would touch. He felt the soft waves of her breath on his face. He licked his lips and she mimicked the movement unconsciously. She had been looking, he thought triumphantly.

"I thought you'd never ask."

He leaned forward and allowed his nose to brush against the side of hers. So close, so very close. Her eyes were dark and her breathing had changed. She looked wanton. He then pulled away, lifted his hand and tapped the end of her nose with his index finger. He watched her features darken with anger.

"Pie it is then, Tiny." He stood quickly and walked inside as though he hadn't been seconds away from kissing the most lovely girl to ever bless the magical world. He might need a cold shower before making lunch. He looked behind him as he entered the house. Hermione was looking over her shoulder and watching him, her lip firmly between her teeth. She looked how he felt; utterly desperate. He would settle for a charm and work on lunch.

Even if it wasn't what he wanted anymore.

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