"I can't wait to get you home," Bill breathed in her ear. "I'm going to strip you slowly, tie you to the bed and watch you." Hermione gave a shudder as his voice caressed her.
"Bill," she hissed. "Would you stop?"
"I can't," he drawled. "I just can't help it. I can smell you." She felt a blush grace her cheeks; she couldn't help but be aroused when he was acting like this. "I can still taste you."
"Bill!" she scolded. She had to deal with this every full moon. "Now is really not the time or the place."
"We've done worse here," he pointed out. And they had. Which was horrible. It was Sunday which meant family dinners at the Burrow and how they'd ever managed to do something worse than talking about sex whilst at this table was a miracle whilst being surrounded by all the nosy ears and eyes, but still. "So you don't want me to tell you about how I'm going to use the chocolate sauce when we get home?"
"I'm really sorry, Molly," Hermione said loudly, interrupting a few conversations. "Bill isn't feeling too well with the upcoming full moon. I'm going to take him home."
Bill didn't even bother hiding his satisfied smirk.
Word Count: 210
Spring Bingo: Shudder