Leaving for school in less than ten minutes. I am very nervous. Sentences are regretably sttataco. Very nervous. I hope you all enjoy this little piece of fluff.

Did I mention that I was very nervous?

Ariaeris~

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Psycho Bunnies

Drabble 10
Characters/Pairings: Bill/Harry, Hermione, Ron
Prompt: Coffee
Word Count: 494

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Senselessly, Harry tried to keep up with Hermione's rapid speech, obviously about something important (to her at least) based on the fire growing in her 'chocolate-like' eyes that Ron had grown so fond of fawning over the past few months. Unfortunately though, the inexorable weights on his eyes refused to be denied, and he was forced every few seconds to forcibly awaken, jolting with surprise each time.

God, why was he so tired!? He had been sleeping fine, not worried about the upcoming NEWTs like everyone else (he would be fine; he was confident in his abilities and, though many would claim him cocky, Harry always rebutted that even when no one else believed in him, he believed in himself, and that usually ended conversations fairly quickly and uncomfortably), and had actually been looking forward to visiting the Burrow over Spring Break.

So why now of all times was he exhausted? Harry's mind sluggishly reviewed the past few days; of him, Ron, and Hermione traveling through Rome, through Paris, through Vienna, stopping to examine the world and be in a pleasant state of awe over the sheer majesty of everything around them.

Suddenly, a heavenly scent entered the café and Harry, much to his embarrassment, almost began to drool. Who could blame him though; anyone would when faced with the savior known only as…

"Bill!" Harry cried in relief, abandoning his seat to throw himself into the redhead's arms. Bill laughed, holding Harry with one arm and steadying his tray with another, and Harry was torn over whether Bill's cologne or the drinks smelled more alluring.

"I come bearing gifts," Bill announced with a flourish, swinging Harry back into his seat with a strength that had once left him a blushing wreck (now it merely sent a thrill of pleasure down the brunet's spine) and carefully setting the tray onto the table, as if it was some gift from the heavens. Hell, to Harry, it actually was.

"I love you!" Harry announced for all to hear, scooping up his cup and settling back into his chair, chugging his steaming hot drink without a care for his burning tongue. He almost choked a second later as the weight of what he had said came crashing down on him.

A callused hand rubbed the nape of his neck fondly, and Harry turned to Bill, who was smiling softly with something bright and shining in his eyes. The older man leaned over, kissing Harry on the lips lightly, murmuring with breathless pleasure the same words; the first time they had ever been shared.

Harry blushed furiously, jerking away and gulping down the rest of his drink. Through his mortification though (would everyone in the café stop looking so damn amused at them, and he knew Bill was probably smirking some stupidly infuriating smirk as well), he smiled cautiously and curiously, savoring his last sip.

From then on, every kiss with Bill reminded him of the taste of coffee.

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