Earning Interest by WeasleyForMe
Hermione is trying to win the affection of Bill Weasley... but he seems to be immune to her advances. Bill/Hermione!
This is a gift for my friend Shiva'sGirl who requested a Bill/Hermione story!
Big thanks to Clover Bay for beta reading for me!
Bill wasn't too surprised by the way Hermione encouraged him down the hallway and into his bedroom. He was however surprised by the way she managed to remove every memory of him sharing the room with Fleur from his mind in a matter of minutes.
By the time they reached the doorway, his shirt and belt had been discarded, and she was reaching for his blue jeans. "Why are these still on?" she asked him between heated kisses.
Bill grunted, "They probably shouldn't be." Hermione made fast work of removing them and tossing them clear to the other side of the room, leaving Bill standing in his plaid boxer shorts.
As she started on the buttons of her own blouse, Bill covered her tiny hands in his own much larger ones. "This is one part that I don't want to rush."
Gently, he scooped the witch into his arms and carried her to his oversized bed. When he went to set her on the edge of the mattress, she kept her arms wrapped around his neck; she managed to engage him in another round of kisses as she lay across his bedspread. Bill reached down and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, never removing his gaze from her face which was illuminated by the moon shining through his windows. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as he spread her shirt open and ran his fingers over her creamy flesh.
"Beautiful," he whispered against her bare stomach, kissing and worshipping her body. Hermione had to bite her lip as Bill's lips made their way up her body, kissing and nipping her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. As his lips found hers once more, his hands made leeway on her jeans, carefully sliding them over her curves and down her legs until they landed on the floor.
Hermione deftly rolled over on top of Bill, pushing him down on his back and straddling his hips. By the look of determination and the smirk on her face, Bill knew she would be demanding his attention; he propped his head up with his arms and accepted a kiss from her.
"You must be crazy, Mr. Weasley," Hermione muttered against his lips. "From where I'm sitting, I don't see a single, damn thing that I find unappealing." She made a production of sitting straight up and examining his muscular body. Bill had been correct; his upper body was speckled with scars and blemishes. But as Hermione ran her hands along them, she could only think about how brave he had been, and how strong he clearly was.
Their eyes met in the moonlit room, clearly conveying Hermione's sincerity, and Bill's heart skipped a little faster. He chuckled as she leaned down to kiss the side of his neck. "Flattery will get you nowhere."
"I was merely being honest," she whispered next to his ear, sending a small shiver down the length of his body. Taking a deep breath, he let himself enjoy the moment, unlike the evening they spent fixing her wallpaper, during which he had let his nervous emotion get the best of him.
He allowed Hermione to run her fingers over his scars and pepper his skin with kisses, becoming enthralled by the way her small hands aroused his body and calmed his mind. Finally she sat up again, grinding her hips down against his. Bill sucked in a breath as she reached behind her back and freed her breasts from the confines of her bra. Her half-lidded eyes and pink swollen lips drove him mad as his hands roamed over her newly exposed flesh.
Soon, Bill had Hermione at the edge of reason as she gasped out his name. Each time she pressed her hips against him, she met his hard length through his boxers, and every time she leaned away, he pulled her back. Hermione moaned as his fingers skimmed across her nipples. "Bill, I want you," she gasped into the silvery dark room. She rolled onto her back and guided his hands to her knickers which he removed at a slow pace that made Hermione want to cry out. Finally Bill stood and divested himself of his boxer shorts before returning to his spot on top of Hermione.
She reached out, pulling him closer to her core, needing all of him. Bill bit his lip and groaned loudly as the beautiful witch underneath him slowly took his entire length. She pushed her hips against his, and soon they found a rhythm that steady and unhurried and pleasurable beyond Bill's wildest dreams. Hermione looked at him with tenderness and love so intense, it was barely concealed by her passion.
Every shudder and moan that the witch emitted was breathtaking, and Bill was left hoping he could fulfill her needs before he succumbed to her spectacular body. Sensing his thoughts, Hermione reached a hand behind his neck and pulled his lips to meet hers, hoping to convince him that she was getting everything she needed and wanted.
"Ohh!" Hermione gasped as Bill quickened his pace, a small smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth as she released his lips. He was enthralled by Hermione and the way her hair was spread over his bedding and the way her legs wrapped perfect around his waist.
"Oh! Oh my! Bill!" she called out as she grabbed at his biceps, her words quickly becoming incoherent. Soon Bill's thrusts became more purposeful, bringing both of them to climax, feeling her body curve up to meet his as they came.
Bill collapsed with an appreciative groan next to Hermione. He pulled her onto his chest where she snuggled up, using him as her pillow. As she gently caressed his abdomen, Bill kissed the top of her head.
"That was… wow," he whispered against her messy hair. She nodded in agreement. Unsure of her reaction, he added, "But of course practice makes perfect. We could try it again later." This had been his first time since his wife left him, and although he enjoyed every moment immensely, he wanted to be sure Hermione had as well.
She turned her face to meet his unsure gaze. "I will demand that you make love to me for the rest of the night… just as soon as I'm able to stand. You wore me out." She winked at him, and Bill chuckled as he held his witch close to him.
Bill and Hermione took a quick break around midnight when they made their way back to the kitchen to reheat the lasagna that Bill had made for dinner. After they had both had their fill, Hermione initiated more kisses, which initiated more love making in the kitchen. Bill was certain he'd never view his breakfast nook the same way ever again.
Finally, Bill carried her back to his bed where they eventually fell asleep with Hermione draped across Bill's chest. He slept little, enjoying the feel of her and her steady breathing.
At six o'clock, they both jumped up in bed as Bill's alarm clock sounded, blaring a Weird Sisters song so loudly, Hermione covered her ears. Bill quickly silenced it with his wand. "Shit! It's Friday," he acknowledged aloud.
Hermione's jaw dropped. "We have to be at work! Soon!"
Taking her hand in his, Bill made a dash for his shower. They shared the stream of hot water, and Bill took a few moments to tease her as they made sure they were both squeaky clean for work.
Bill dressed quickly, leaving his bathroom and bedroom for Hermione to prepare herself. He made toast and jam while he filled two mugs with coffee. As he double checked to make sure he had everything he needed in his briefcase, Hermione strolled into the kitchen.
"Do you mind if I borrow this?" Hermione asked. Bill's breath caught in his throat as he looked to see her wearing one of his dress shirts with her pair of blue jeans. She looked tiny in his clothes, and he felt suddenly protective of her. Not to mention that the idea of having her wearing his clothes around Gringotts all day made him want to take her on the breakfast nook again, immediately.
"I don't mind," he confirmed, regaining control of his thoughts as she pulled out her wand and charmed the shirt to fit her curves better.
"I love casual Fridays," she said with a wink as she took a bite of toast.
Bill finished his coffee and set down his mug with a grin. "You should be around here for casual Saturday. It usually consists of very little clothing and lots of time in bed."
"I sincerely hope that's an invitation," Hermione stated pointedly as Bill led her to the fireplace so they could floo to work.
Oh how I love writing about Bill! I hope you liked the steamy part! Please review! :)