11. Dreams
"Want some strawberries in yours?" he asked, as he ran his knife through the plump, red fruit.
Standing at the kitchen counter, barefoot and wearing only a pair of faded jeans, he busied himself making pancakes as she busied herself running her eyes up and down his toned, athletic frame.
"Strawberries, love?" he asked again, raising his bright blue eyes to hers enquiringly when she didn't reply. "What?" he demanded laughingly, seeing her dazed expression.
She shook her head, and some of her silky brown tresses fell over her bare shoulder. "I just can't believe that you're mine," she whispered, reaching over to run her fingers through his wild, red hair.
"Of course I am," he replied, spreading sliced strawberries over her pancakes. "I said yes, remember?"
Hermione laughed and reached over to kiss her husband's lips. "I love you, Bill."
"And I love you," he said quietly, catching her plump bottom lip between his teeth. They gazed into each other's faces for a moment – until Ginny burst into their kitchen and began shaking Hermione by the shoulders.
"Wake up! Breakfast is ready!"
"Huh?" Hermione mumbled, blinking against the dazzling sunlight.
"Breakfast!" the redhead repeated. "Jeez, you were out cold, Mione. I was shaking you and everything."
"Sorry," Hermione mumbled, sitting up in bed and running a hand through her bushy brown hair. "I was having the weirdest dream..."
"I'm going," Ginny called over her shoulder, "you know how Mum gets about food getting cold, and she's been calling us for ages."
"Okay," the brunette murmured, still dazed by her incredibly vivid dream; she could still feel her lips tingling where he'd bitten them.
Trying her best to snap out of it, she quickly dressed and ran out into the hallway – and walked straight into Bill Weasley's chest, at the foot of the stairs.
"You alright, there?" he said, automatically grabbing her by the shoulders and steadying her.
Hermione's cheeks burned as she stared up into his handsome, smiling face. "Um...Yeah. I...yeah," she mumbled, tearing her eyes away from his full lips.
"It's so weird that I bumped into you just now," Bill said, laughing. "Because I just had the weirdest dream. C'mon, we better hurry downstairs before Mum and Fleur kill us."
Prompt: Dreams
Word count: 395
Pairing: Hermione/Bill
May I point out that I just love living vicariously through Hermione? :D