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A couple of scenes would not leave me alone until they were written!
Happy Saturday!
Hermione heard the snooze alarm go off for the second time that morning but neither of them stirred. The shrill beeping stopped suddenly when she felt Bill's arm lift off her waist.
"Am I going to have to get another clock?" She asked over her shoulder to the warm body that was spooning against her.
"I'll pay for it." Bill said between kisses down her shoulder blades.
Hermione pushed back into his chest and sighed. Waking up to a ravishing good looking man worshipping her body was something she could get use to. But despite how wonderful non-stop baby-making was Hermione really only wanted another hour of sleep.
"Sunshine…" Bill purred in her ear.
"Sunshine is exhausted and wants to sleep." Hermione mumbled into her pillow. Did that man ever need rest? It was day sixteen and she was done.
Hermione felt Bill's hips push against her backside. Obviously he was taking a potion.
"Bill…" she whined even though her body liked what he was doing. It was the principle of the matter.
"It's okay, sunshine; I'll do all of the work." Bill's low husky voice went straight through her as he rubbed her back and shifted her top leg forward.
Hermione gasped at the feeling, this was new. The first, fleeting thought that floated to surface was panic. Bill had been very patient with her as together they explored their options but they had never discussed that. Hermione tensed.
Bill's lips found that place on the side of her neck again. He always seemed to find it and send her reeling. Hermione couldn't think when he did that.
"Relax sunshine, maybe we'll try that later if you want but not this morning." Bill reassured her as he found her other favorite place and together they groaned.
"Come on Bill it had been at least forty-five minutes already! I going to be late!" Hermione was trying to shove Bill's arm off. The whole wait an hour thing was getting to be a nuisance.
"Actually the healer suggested that you might consider standing on your head for fifteen minutes but even I thought was a little extreme. Only five more minutes and then we can save time by showering together." Bill's head was snuggled in her shoulder and as he spoke his lips brushed against her side. His morning stubble tickled.
Hermione moaned. "Brilliant, if that is anything like the last time we showered together, I'll be stuck on my back for another bloody hour!"
Bill laughed and Hermione was able to wiggle her way free.
"I get the shower first William, you can make breakfast. Well unless you prefer burnt toast with a side of runny eggs." Hermione looked over her shoulder and looked back at Bill as he watched her walk to the loo. She liked the look in his eyes and suddenly she was sad. This was the last day of the 'shag-fest'. Bill would be free to go back to his place and she would be alone again.
Hermione was greeted with "breakfast is on the table you better get in here before I eat it all." She liked sharing her mornings with Bill.
"So sunshine what do you have planned?" Bill was leaning against the counter, his legs stretching across the small space causing Hermione to have to step over them to reach her cup of tea.
"I told you I volunteer on Monday, Wednesday, & Friday at the children's ward." Hermione said as she sat down to the heaping plate of eggs that Bill had prepared for her.
"Right and today is Friday. I guess I'll see you at Mum's for brunch on Sunday?" Bill was talking more to his cup than to Hermione.
Hermione nodded as she chewed. Once she swallowed and took a sip of her tea she responded. "I was thinking about going to the cinema on Saturday, want to come?"
Bill put his cup down on the counter. "I can't I have plans."
"Oh," Hermione was surprised, "some other time then." She quickly finished and grabbed her stuff. She wanted to get out of there now. She was embarrassed and humiliated, of course he had plans. Why wouldn't he have plans? He was a stunningly handsome, single man. Hermione's eyes pricked. Who would want to catch a movie with her when there must be thousands of available women out there dying for the chance to get to know William Weasley better?
She didn't dare say goodbye. She just closed the door behind her and tried not to cry.
Bill cleaned up the kitchen before heading to the shower. He felt bad for having told Hermione no for Saturday. There was no way of her knowing that Saturday was Fleur's birthday. Since the battle and Fleur's death, Bill had spent her birthday first visiting her grave and then the rest of the day getting rip roaring drunk. Somehow it had become a tradition for him.
Bill checked the flat before he left. He did not bother to pack up all of his belongings. He figured he would be back soon either helping Hermione with morning sickness or trying a final time to fulfill the vow.
As soon as Thomas Corcoran sat down across from Hermione in the lunch room he knew something was wrong. The puffy, red-rimmed eyes, the slumped shoulders, the sad little smile tore at his heart.
"Had a bad day?" He asked while he watched her push her salad from one side of the bowl to the other.
Hermione smiled. "Isn't a song? I some how knew I would regret not being better at glamour charms. But at school, transfiguration seemed so much more important."
"Yes well, the professionally trained eye of a healer can see right through the best glamour charm so I still would be asking, have a bad day?" Healer Corcoran wagged his finger at her.
"Yes, but I don't want to talk about it!" Hermione pretended to pout.
"Great bad day and acting like a five year old…must have been something horrible!" Hermione had to grin.
"Thanks for asking, it is so complicated…I am going to forget about it and focus on enjoying lunch with my new friend, Thomas." Hermione squeezed his hand briefly before returning hers back to her lap.
"I think that is a great idea, avoidance is always the adult way to handle one's troubles." Thomas said before taking a large bite from his sandwich.
Hermione laughed, "Great! Observant and sarcastic, two great qualities in a friend, how did I get so lucky?"
"You are just special Mrs. Weasley, just special."
By late Saturday afternoon, Hermione was ready to scream. The flat was clean and the laundry was done, she had finished the romance novel she had been reading. It was raining so going for long walk was not an option. Hermione turned on the telly only to find the cable was on the frits. Every other channel was snowy and if there was a discernable picture the sound was off. Hermione was desperate. She was an adult. She was a strong independent woman. She could do this, no problem. It was not apathetic to go to the cinema alone. She was certain people did it all the time. The little voice in the back of her brain commented, 'Yes, the strange men in trench coats that always sat in the back.'
The only foreseeable glitch was what to do with the extra popcorn. She liked to share a bag, she guessed she bring the extra home. Who would hold her seat when she left for the loo? Problem solved no liquids until the credits rolled. Hermione squared her shoulders, she could do this. Grabbing her bag and umbrella she headed to the door.
As she opened the door a hand came up as if to knock. Startled Hermione closed more closely at the wet bedraggled man in front of her holding a half empty bottle. "Bill? What are you doing here, I thought you had plans."
Bill Weasley simply shrugged and then let out what was the probably the loudest belch Hermione had ever heard.
I know, I know it is crazy! Two updates in one day! What has gotten into me?