Wolfish Instincts

by Moonvale

A wolf can wait patiently for however long it takes to get the mate it chooses.

Wolfish Instincts

Summary: A wolf can wait patiently for however long it takes to get the mate it chooses.

Notes: Hello everyone! I hope you all are doing well and not going insane from all the craziness in the world. I offer you a short reprieve from reality. :) Real life can totally suck and it has totally interfered with my writing! Shame on it! LOL I hope you all enjoy this lovely one-shot as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for checking it out and if you like it, feel free to leave me a review. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything and make no monies writing this.

When Bill returned to his flat after finishing off the latest tomb, he couldn't get into the shower fast enough. It was the one part of the job he really didn't care for, all the dust and sand. Egypt was a great country with many things for someone of his qualifications to stay busy with. He just wished it wasn't so dry and dusty. He shook his head as he started the water; he supposed it made bathing even more enjoyable though. Never before had he looked so forward to washing the day away, literally, than he had since his first trip to Egypt.

In truth, he enjoyed working in the desert. He enjoyed the weather and the sights as well as getting to see history before most and putting his skills to the test. It was a wonderful experience. The main down side to being there was that he missed his family. Ever since Fleur had left him, it had become crystal clear just how much he had distanced himself from them. He knew it wasn't all his ex-wife's fault; he was the one to allow it to happen. Now though, he really missed his rambunctious and crazy family.

Growing up, he couldn't wait to get away from all the hustle and bustle that was the Weasleys but now, he was trying to wait patiently for the job to end so he could go home. Fleur should be out of Shell Cottage by the time he returned. What amazed Bill was that he hadn't been crushed when she had told him it was over. Sure he had been hurt but not crushed as he thought he would be. Once he had time to think about it, it had come as no surprise. She had started distancing herself after his first full moon. Then there was the fact that she wouldn't touch the side of his face with the scar on it. Before, she was always cupping his face but after the attack, it was something she rarely would do.

Fleur had told him that she couldn't handle the wolf side of him anymore. Sure, he didn't change physically but he was more aggressive and moody than she liked. She was supposed to be the aggressive one and couldn't handle that he would challenge her once a month for dominance. Bill had wished her well and told her to be gone by the time his time in Egypt was done.

That was a week away now and he hoped it would go by at a decent speed and not at a snail's pace. This was his last assignment here and he needed it to be over. He wanted to be back close to his family, to be able to see them whenever he wanted, all of them. There was enough for him to do in England and its neighboring areas to keep him from having to take a desk job but, he had decided, if that's what it took to be able to be with his family any time he wanted then he would do it. He was sure he wouldn't be tied to a desk anytime soon though, even the Bank had a backlog of artifacts found from various vaults and homes when the Battle was over that would need someone like him to try to make them safe again.

Bill groaned when the water hit his tired muscles. He welcomed the cool spray as it washed the day's dirt away. It was always so refreshing to feel. After rinsing his body, Bill stepped out, dried off and wrapped the towel around his hips; making his way into the kitchen to start on some tea. As he leaned back on the counter to wait, he let his thoughts wonder.

It had been three months since he had last been home. He wondered what everyone was up to. Were Fred and George still dating their witches? Was their store still hopping? Bill was very proud of his brothers. They had taken their dream and made it a reality. Against all odds and arguments, they had turned their prankster ways into a profitable business, much to the joy of many and dismay of others.

Even their mother had stopped badgering them about it and she had been adamant about the twins finishing school and getting "respectable" jobs. However, after the Final Battle, with her family scratched, bruised and beaten but whole, Molly had finally let up on them. She had come to realize they were really doing the community a desperately needed service…providing fun and laughter to so many and good natured groans from a few others.

Then there was Charlie. Bill had to chuckle that Charlie had beaten him to returning home. He had petitioned to have a Sanctuary created in Britain and, to the surprise of all, had been approved, provided he be the one to oversee it until he could find someone to take his place. Bill had never been prouder of Charlie. That man loved his dragons but after going through so much during the Final Battle, Charlie had decided to come home. The one who ran the furthest was the first to return. The irony wasn't lost on Bill. He smiled, looking forward to spending time with the brother closest to him in age and he had missed Charlie the most. Charlie had helped Bill with their younger siblings until he had left for Romania after graduating. They had always had a close relationship and he was really looking forward to strengthening that bond again soon.

Next was Percy. He wondered how he was doing. The poor lad had made some very bad decisions a few years before the Final Battle, only to come to regret them dearly. Fortunately, he had come to his senses and started making amends with the family before the final showdown. Everyone had been a bit leery of him until Percy had pushed Fred out of the way of a falling wall when giants had stormed the castle. Since that moment, Fred and George had taken it upon themselves to try to include Percy in whatever they could. Although Percy tried to play off his heroic move, the twins wouldn't let him and neither would their parents.

When it was told what he had done, his mother had pulled him into a bone crushing hug and told him all was forgiven. Not necessarily forgotten but definitely forgiven. The family had started to truly heal after that. It warmed Bill's heart to know his family would be alright after all. He had worried there for a time but, when he heard the news, had sighed in relief. The Weasleys were a tight knit family and it had broken his heart when they had "lost" a member.

The final brother to wonder about was Ronald. Bill was curious if he had finally gotten his head out of his arse and tried to permanently snag Hermione Granger. He doubted it though. Those two were really too different to be anything more than friends, like oil and water, together but swirling around each other and never truly mixing. However, if Ron had managed, somehow, to realize what a catch she was and stop antagonizing her every chance he got, then maybe they had paired up.

As Bill thought this, his chest tightened a bit. He actually thought the "insufferable know-it-all" had grown up to become a beautiful woman. She had saved their lives many times over the years. With her intelligence and out of the box thinking along with all the research she was always doing helped her to see things others would miss, many owed her their lives, whether they knew it or not. Ron and Harry were just the obvious ones.

He knew Severus Snape, Remus and Dora Lupin, and quite a few others owed their continued existence to the clever witch with lightning reflexes. Hell, even Charlie owed her when her fast actions had saved him from a flying DeathEater while he was protecting those below him on his dragon. The family owed Hermione more than they would ever be able to repay.

She was an amazing, caring, passionate, fiercely loyal witch. Bill knew his kid brother would have been dead many times over if it hadn't been for the feisty witch and her quick thinking and actions. A smile grew as Bill thought of her. She was a spitfire for sure. She had a temper and knew how to wield it. He chuckled at the many times Ron and Harry had complained about her and her hexes, enough for Bill to know to never be at the wrong end of her wand.

When they had arrived at Shell Cottage after leaving Malfoy Manor, Bill had seen just how strong Hermione Granger truly was. No one ever escaped Bellatrix Lestrange's insanity, yet she had. Unfortunately, Bella had left her mark on the young witch but Hermione had not once let it get her down. He remembered her wearing a short sleeve, V-neck tee shirt during the rebuilding of Hogwarts, the only part he helped with before work called. Bill had never been as proud of anyone as he was of her at that moment. She wasn't hiding what she had endured. She hadn't advertised it but she hadn't let it rule her either. It was more than most adults would have been able to handle.

He had spoken to her during her recovery and learned what all she had been through. That amazing petite little witch had withstood multiple bouts of the Cruciatus Curse, her arm being carved into and a knife being held at her throat and then threatened to be handed over to Fenrir as a plaything but she never once caved. She had held her ground and he couldn't help but have deep respect for her for it. He wasn't sure he would have been able to do the same. It's not something anyone ever knew until they were in such a situation and only then.

When she had told him that no one else knew what all she had been through, he had felt honored by her trust. He had not said a word to anyone and had no plans to ever do so. She had trusted him and he took that very seriously. He had been worried about her even after they had tended to her wounds, she had lost a considerable amount of weight by then and when he saw her at the Final Battle, she had lost even more. She was barely more than skin over bones and it had caused alarm in him. How was she even standing let alone fighting?

His admiration for the tiny witch had ramped up to off the scales when he saw her in action. She was a force of nature all her own. Anyone who thought she was an easy target had been proven wrong quickly. Bill remembered stopping to watch her battle Antonin Dolohov and would have stepped in should she have need of it. He needn't have worried though. She had taken the sick bastard down after a few rounds of casting. He remembered her saying something about owing him one as she had sent a slicing hex his way. He'd have to ask her about that when he saw her again.

To Bill, she had looked like an avenging angel come to Earth during the Battle. Even dirty, bloody, malnourished and weary, she had been beautiful to him. He realized then that she was probably why he hadn't been crushed when Fleur had left him. His wolf had focused on Hermione after seeing her fight but had pushed those memories to the back of Bill's mind. He only realized then that his wolf wanted Hermione for a mate. Bill couldn't argue, he was starting to see her as more than his kid brother's wickedly smart and slightly bossy best friend. He was suddenly aware of just how much his wolf had noted about the young witch, especially during the rebuilding efforts.

A memory flashed to the forefront of Bill's mind of Hermione. He had come around a corner and had spotted her leaning against one of the walls in the shade. She had her head tilted back on the stones, back pressed against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles; her arms had hung loosely by her sides with a bottle of chilled water in one hand. He had stared at her, studying the lovely picture she posed. Dust particles had been dancing all around her, causing a bit of a halo where the sun peeked through a few cracks still to be repaired. He had been mesmerized as she took a drink and had watched when her throat moved as the water glided down.

She had been unaware of him and he had stared his fill. While watching her, he noted her eyes were sharp but without the usual spark, her hair still bushy even while being limp and her aura screamed for someone to notice the place she was in. He would have to see if any of that remained or if she had found some life again. He would hate it if she had become broken after everything she had been through and survived. It would be a travesty. Well, if she had been, then he would do his damnedest to piece her back together again. He owed her that much but wanted to do it for his own reasons…and for her.

When the kettle whistled, Bill came out of his reverie. He fixed his tea and then wondered about Ginny. Was she still with Harry? The last he had heard, she wanted to join the Holyhead Harpies as a reserve beater. He thought she should do it. If the past showed anything it was that life could be so preciously short. He wanted her to grab her dreams and run with them, like the twins had. Although he wasn't sure she would or not. Their mother thought her only daughter ought to settle down and start a family as soon as possible and that woman could be merciless in her tenacity, especially where her children were concerned.

Bill knew that wasn't what Ginny wanted and was fairly certain Harry wasn't in a hurry either. The young couple, if they still were a couple, wanted to take their time and enjoy life now that there were no longer any threats of any kind hanging over their heads. He couldn't blame them. When he thought over his and Fleur's relationship, he knew they had rushed things a bit due to the approaching war. There was something about not knowing whether you would be around the next day that put some things in the background while making other things come to the forefront. He wondered, not for the first time, if the war hadn't been looming in the near future, whether he and Fleur would have married so quickly, probably not.

Ah, well, they had married and a battle had been fought. Maybe it was for the best. He had had a reason to fight harder and to try harder to survive because of her and he knew she had done the same because of him. So, maybe, everything really did happen for a reason.

As Hermione basked in the warm sun she let her thoughts wonder. She really had nothing to do today, so she was trying to relax. She had come to the Burrow to visit with the family and found herself outside when Molly had pushed her out to enjoy the day. She had asked if the matron needed any help with lunch and had been promptly told to enjoy herself, that Molly had everything under control.

Hermione walked around the lake for a time then found herself walking towards the orchard. Instead of walking onto the green, Hermione skirted around the edge, picking fruit from the trees as she went, not enough to spoil her lunch but a few to tide her over. She loved the different fruits that grew at the Burrow. It wasn't that she hadn't had them before; she just loved the ones grown here best. She didn't know what Molly did to make them so tasty but Hermione would swear she hadn't had sweeter plums, cherries, apples or pears.

She found herself leaning up against one of the older apple trees while she nibbled on her treats. Life was so much better now, with all the danger and threats gone, it was so much easier to enjoy the simple pleasures. It had taken her the past year to come to terms with everything; all the destroyed properties and lives. It wasn't that her heart wasn't hurting for those lost; rather she had accepted that so many had perished.

When she thought over the years past, she couldn't help but be a bit melancholy. She missed some of the friends she had made but cherished the new ones created. Her mind often thought of the good and bad that had happened since she became a witch. All the trouble one soulless bastard could cause was mind boggling. She was glad it was all over though. The wizarding world was still healing and was becoming more tolerant. Not all problems had been fixed but some major flaws had been dealt with.

While Hermione was lost in her reverie, Harry's patronus showed up wanting her to join them, lunch was almost ready. As she rose from the ground and started towards the house, Hermione wondered if Bill had shown up yet. He was due back anytime now that his job in Egypt had finished. She thought it wonderful that the family had survived and was whole again. She also thought it wonderful that all the children were returning to Britain for good.

She had heard about Charlie opening a sanctuary here and thought it was about time. Wizarding Britain could profit very well by exporting dragon ingredients instead of importing them all. Granted, there would still be things to import but nowhere near as much.

She was still proud of Fred and George. They really were incredibly smart and it was wonderful they had found a way to make money doing what they loved. If everyone could do that then someone like Tom Riddle wouldn't have stood a chance from the get go.

Percy was still searching for his place in the world. Last she had heard, he was considering going back to work at the Ministry. Kingsley Shacklebolt had been voted in as Minister and had offered Percy a job. Even though Kingsley knew of Percy's history, he also knew the young wizard was very good at what he did and the Ministry could use more like him. It seemed to Hermione that Percy was leaning towards taking the Minister up on his offer and she hoped he would. It would be a way for him to see he could do the job right, that he had learned from his mistakes; that old saying of getting back on the horse and all.

Then there was Ron. He had taken Kingsley up on the offer of honorary N.E.W.T.s and had dove into Auror training head first. Hermione had to admit, it suited him very well. He was a great Auror and loved the excitement of catching criminals, enough that the paperwork that went with it was only mildly griped about. Hermione smiled at that. Who knew Ron wouldn't throw a hissy fit for having to write out reports? She guessed stranger things had happened.

They had talked about dating after the dust had settled but decided they were just too different. The kiss they had shared was nice but helped them to realize they really didn't have much without death and danger hanging over their heads. They were still the best of friends and that was very special to them both. They had been through too much together and it would have been horrible if they had lost such a gift. She wished him well with whomever he ended up with.

Ginny was the wild card of the bunch. She wanted to play for the Holyhead Harpies and had been approached by them. Molly nearly had kittens when she had found out but Ginny was being typically stubborn about it. Her and Harry had decided to take a break to follow their careers instead of settling down immediately. Hermione thought this was a good call for them. They were still friends, just not together.

They had all been through so much but none more so than Harry. He needed time to relax and enjoy life before deciding to marry and start a family. It was one thing Hermione never understood about the wizarding world, why everyone thought they had to marry right out of school at such a young age. She had to agree with the muggles on this, taking time to "sow your wild oats" was really the way to go. Ginny and Harry had agreed to meet back up in five years' time and see where they were in their lives. If it was meant to be then it would work out.

Now Harry, Harry had wanted to take the honorary N.E.W.T.s but wasn't allowed to if he wanted to follow his chosen profession to become a healer. He had studied hard with Hermione for three months before taking the tests. He had passed them all with O's and she was so proud of him. He had one more year of apprenticing only before he could start working on minor cases. St. Mungo's had already contacted him to work for them when they learned his chosen career. However, she knew he was considering working with Poppy at Hogwarts. Hermione smiled, she knew he would be wonderful wherever he decided to go. Hogwarts was his first real home and it only made sense that he would want to return there. She wished him luck in whichever way he went.

As Hermione got closer to the Burrow, she smiled at the noise coming from within. Bill must be home. Ah, Bill. There was one sexy, gorgeous man, she thought. She hated hearing that he had divorced Fleur shortly after the Battle. Well, she hated that he had been hurt by Fleur but not that they were no longer together. It's not that she thought he would give her a second look but it was nice to know she could admire him from a distance and not feel guilty about it.

When Hermione entered the home, she was momentarily taken aback by all the noise. It had been so peaceful outside that she had temporarily forgotten how noisy the house could be with everyone in it. Even though she had gotten a sample of it outside nothing ever really prepared one for the full immersion. However, she couldn't stop the smile from blooming when she saw everyone either. After her eyes adjusted to the new lighting, Hermione saw Bill. Holy Merlin! He looked even better than the last time she had seen him. Breathe Hermione, she told herself.

She remembered that day well. He had volunteered to help rebuild Hogwarts before returning to work as a curse breaker. While there were many helping, she remembered seeing him in particular. He had been working on a section that had been blasted with many dark curses, so he was cleansing the stone before anyone was allowed to touch a single piece. As she watched him, she was fascinated at his concentration. If only to be those stones and have that piercing gaze focused so precisely on her. Hermione let out a quiet sigh at that, yeah, probably not ever going to happen but she could certainly look her fill.

As she sat on the back of the couch, Hermione allowed her gaze to trail down his lean form. The man was definitely fit. She didn't think he had an ounce of fat on him. When her eyes finally made their way back up, she caught him returning her stare. When she realized he was looking right at her, Hermione blushed down to her toes. Lowering her eyes, she silently moved towards the kitchen hoping no one else noticed her brazen stare.

When Bill walked out of the floo, he was welcomed by a sea red heads. Laughing, he embraced his family in warm hugs and kisses. He even kissed his brothers…just to make them squirm. After everyone settled down and Molly announced that lunch was almost ready, she asked Harry if he would fetch Hermione. He nodded and sent his patronus to her.

"Hey Hermione! Time to come in, lunch is almost ready." He told her and then turned to continue his chess game with Ron.

After the hugs were done and everyone was waiting for Molly to call lunch, Bill looked around at his family and smiled. This was what he had been missing and decided then to make sure to never allow such distance to come between them again. While he was standing in the middle of his family, he noticed a somewhat bushy head enter the room and pause. Bill was in conversation with Percy when Hermione walked in and he couldn't help the pause in his words when he laid eyes on her.

She had gained her weight back, her hair was bushy and wild from being outside and her eyes had a spark back to them. He couldn't be happier for her and was glad she was back to normal, well, as normal as one could get after all she had been through. Fortunately Percy hadn't caught his pause and had continued prattling on. Bill listened to his brother but he also watched Hermione. She had sat on the back of the sofa with a soft smile on her beautiful face and he wondered what she was thinking to cause it. Then he noticed her gaze on him and he smirked; while she was giving him a slow once over, Bill was doing the same to her. She looked damn sexy and he enjoyed checking her out.

Then her gaze had made it to his face and he locked eyes with her while still talking with Percy. The blush that bloomed on her face was quite fetching and he wondered why she would be so embarrassed, what was she thinking? He couldn't help but follow her when she got up to walk towards the kitchen. She had a very nice arse and he wondered if it would fit as perfectly in his hands as he thought it would.

Bill stood there, still watching Hermione as she spoke with his mother, enjoying the view when Charlie came up to him. Without breaking his gaze, Bill greeted his brother quietly.

"Afternoon Charles." He said.

"Afternoon William. Nice view you've got there." Charlie said, chuckling softly.

Bill smirked, "Yes it is. Tell me, Charlie, is she with anyone?" he inquired making sure no one was close enough to overhear.

"Not that I know of but I haven't asked her either. Interested in changing it if she is?" Charlie ribbed his brother.

"Perhaps." Bill answered. He then looked at Charlie and smiled wide. "She looks healthy again." He remarked.

Charlie nodded his head and then whispered, "Healthy enough to shag definitely."

Bill eyed him and asked, "You interested in Hermione?"

"Nah, just stating a fact. Just because I'm not interested in pursuing her doesn't mean I'm dead and can't appreciate a fine looking bird." Charlie easily chided Bill, giving him a wink.

"That she is. You know my wolf has wanted her since the Final Battle?" Bill told Charlie.

"Has it now? Interesting. Was that why you weren't more torn up over Fleur leaving?" Charlie asked, truly curious. He knew Bill had been upset but not as much as everyone thought. Charlie knew his brother and had seen the pain, yes, but nothing like what he had expected. His wolf deciding on another for a mate made so much sense now.

"Yeah. You know, I felt a pull to her when she was at Shell Cottage recovering but thought it nothing more than a comrade-in-arms type of thing. But then I saw her fighting at the Battle and that's when my wolf decided to pick her. Then I saw her again at the rebuilding of Hogwarts and thought her breathtaking. However, it was only recently that I remembered those memories. The wolf kept them hidden while I was with Fleur." Bill said in a low voice, making sure no one else heard his confession.

Charlie looked him over and then nodded his head. "Well, I can't blame the wolf for appreciating such a fine witch. She was a force to be reckoned with during that battle. Hell, she's a force of nature outside of battle! I know she saved my arse at least once and countless others during that awful time."

"Yes, she did. There are many who owe their lives to her and, I have no doubt, she has no clue of the many life debts she had accrued." Bill said, then continued, "Even in this family, she's owed several life debts."

"Really? Who other than me did she save?" Charlie asked, genuinely interested in the answer.

"You, Ron, Percy, dad…and me." Bill answered, still watching Hermione help their mother with setting the table and moving the food.

"Merlin! I had no idea she had saved so many of us!" Charlie loudly whispered before getting himself back under control. Their conversation was one they wanted to keep to themselves. It's not that they were ashamed or embarrassed about anything being said, no, it was just that it was no one else's business. He had missed his close bond with Bill and was looking forward to strengthening it now that they would be in the same country. "Ron's obvious and I know what she did for me but how did she save Percy, dad and you?" he asked, his interest piqued.

"Well, Percy, she took out two DeathEaters who had snuck up behind him while he dueled two others. Dad she saved from an Acromantula and a vampire." Here he paused, making sure Charlie was still following him, then continued, "Ron is obvious, yes. Merlin only knows how many times she has saved his arse over the years, not just during the Battle. Myself, well, I had stopped to help an injured student when I saw two green beams of light zing by my ear in quick succession. When I looked up, she was already walking away but behind me was two dead DeathEaters not a meter away." Bill finished.

"Bloody hell! She was certainly busy saving as many as she could. I knew before that battle to not get on the wrong end of her wand but seeing her in action…she was stunning." Charlie admitted. "I think you and her would do well together." Charlie told him, slapping Bill on the shoulder and walking towards the table when Molly called out it was time to eat.

Bill could only nod his head as Charlie walked away. He happened to agree with his brother, he and Hermione would definitely do well together. He had his suspicions that she would be a joy to be around more frequently and on more intimate terms. The time she was at Shell Cottage recovering, they had had several long conversations involving many different topics. She had quizzed him on his job and what it was like being part wolf and, unlike many others; she wasn't judgmental about his condition, just genuinely curious.

When he sat at the table, he realized she was sitting opposite of him. He smiled warmly at her and was pleased when she returned it. At least she wasn't avoiding him, that was good. At one point while eating, Bill had stretched his legs out a bit and bumped into hers causing her to jump. Then he noticed the blush on her cheeks and he couldn't help a small smirk from forming. So, she was affected by him, this was good news. He'd have to figure out what his next move would be. He was certain she wouldn't make the first one which was fine with him.

When Hermione had walked into the kitchen to assist Molly, she had felt eyes on her. She hadn't dared look up to see who it was, afraid that if it was who she wanted to watch her, she would become clumsy and make a mess of things. Instead, she focused on the directions the matron was giving her. While setting the table and floating the food to it, she noticed it was Bill watching her, while he and Charlie were talking, out of the corner of her eye. She wondered what they were talking about. She wanted to be the topic of conversation but didn't at the same time. Talk about a contradiction of emotions!

After everyone gathered around the table, Hermione realized there was only one chair left for Bill to use, the one across from her. Oh Merlin! How in the bloody hell was she supposed to eat with him so close? Then he had stretched his legs and bumped into hers, causing her to jump then blush. Damn but she couldn't remember blushing so much before today. However, the small smirk she saw cross his handsome face took her off guard. Was he amused she had reacted in such a way or was it satisfaction? Gah! She hated being so confused! How should she act around him?

These questions ran rampant through her mind throughout lunch. After everyone was done, the boys and Ginny decided a game of Quidditch was needed. Once again, Molly shooed Hermione out of the kitchen telling her she had everything under control. Hermione decided to go out and watch the game. It was always entertaining watching the family play, she never knew what all would take place. They followed the rules…for the most part. When she saw Bill, her breath caught. He looked magnificent up on his broom with the sun shining behind him. He was breathtaking to her.

After watching for an hour or so, Hermione rose to wander around the trees, making sure to keep an eye on the game in case she needed to duck out of the way quickly. It wouldn't be the first time such an action was needed by those on the ground. When she came up on the tree she had sat against earlier, she decided to lean against it again, standing this time. She watched all of them having such fun, it was contagious and she couldn't help smiling or laughing at their antics.

She really enjoyed watching Bill play, especially once his shirt became soaked in sweat and he took it off. If she hadn't been leaning against the tree, she would have swooned. His chest was very nice with a smattering of red hair and a few scars, she thought he looked absolutely delicious. After watching from her position, she looked up and caught his gaze briefly. When he winked at her with a large smile, she blushed again. Dear Merlin, would she ever quit blushing! The man was playing havoc on her libido. From that simple wink and devilish smile, her knickers had become soaked. Deciding she had had enough for the moment, Hermione started walking back towards the Burrow. She needed some sort of relief and it had nothing to do with the sun. She figured it would be safe to sneak into her room and take the edge off the tension that was building up. Maybe then she could look at the man without blushing! Doubtful as that thought was, she could only hope.

As she turned to head back towards the house, she missed Bill following her with his eyes. He was still playing, not missing anything, but his eyes were focused on her walking away. When Charlie flew up next to him, Bill finally turned his gaze. Seeing the large grin on Charlie's face, Bill just smirked and took off. Charlie just shook his head and reengaged into the game. After about another half hour, Bill excused himself, claiming he needed a break.

After all the badgering and being called "old", Bill had laughed and told them to just wait. He'd get back into the habit of playing and then they'd be sorry. Catching Charlie's look, Bill smiled and winked at him. Charlie let out a hearty laugh and then got everyone back to playing. Bill knew Charlie knew his real reason for quitting and he didn't care. He had to come up with a plan to woo his feisty witch. He planned to flirt with her and keep her on edge for however long they could stand it before seducing her into his bed. It had been a while since he had had such a worthy witch to chase. He was up for the challenge though.

When Bill entered the house, he looked around to see if she might be in the immediate vicinity. Seeing no one, he continued through the living room to the stairs. Once up the stairs, he noticed a door closed. Curiosity got the better of him and he approached it. What he heard made him grip the door frame tightly with both hands and swear. He heard someone moaning. He knew this was Hermione's room and had to cast a muffling charm on himself to keep from giving himself away. He knew the gentlemanly thing to do would be to walk away but he couldn't make himself move. Hearing her moan in such a way only meant one thing, she was pleasuring herself behind that door and the only thing that kept him from busting in was that he didn't want to embarrass the witch. But damn! She was driving him crazy, stirring his blood in a way it hadn't been stirred in so very long.

Then he heard her call his name on a muffled moan and Bill had to adjust his jeans. She had been satisfying herself to thoughts of him! Now he knew he had to have her and a plan was forming in his lust fogged brain. He would definitely "play" with her before claiming her. It would be sweet torture for them both.

Hermione couldn't believe how horny just watching Bill play Quidditch without his shirt on had made her. She had managed to make herself come twice in just over thirty minutes to just thoughts of him. She was looking forward to him staying at the Burrow for the next week but was dreading it at the same time. How was she to deal with his presence when she was already so randy that coming twice still wasn't quite enough!

After cleaning herself up and straightening her clothes out, Hermione left her room and went downstairs. She went to the kitchen to fix herself a glass of lemonade when she spotted Bill. He was leaning against the counter, looking out the window with a smile on his face. She wondered what he was thinking about, she knew what she was thinking and she blushed. She stood just outside of his range of view to collect herself and then walked into the kitchen.

When she walked over to the cabinet and reached for a glass, she felt him come up behind her, not touching but close enough to feel his body heat. Then she went up on tiptoes to reach a glass before a male arm appeared in her peripheral vision. Her breath caught when he pulled a glass off the shelf and handed it to her. Her heart rate skyrocketed when their fingers brushed against each other. Then he stepped back and she took a moment to get her equilibrium. When she turned around to reach for the pitcher, she met his gaze. Mistake! His eyes were dark and heated and looking right at her. She couldn't believe someone like him would look at her like that. Then he winked at her and walked out of the kitchen.

Hermione leaned against the counter to catch her breath. Wow! She couldn't remember ever having a man look at her like that, like he wanted to devour her and then some. Well, hell. Now how was she supposed to act around him? She wasn't the simpering kind and knew very little about flirting; maybe she could find a book somewhere to help her out. She knew her best bet would be Ginny for such material; it definitely wasn't in any book she owned. After she filled her glass and drank half of it, she went to Ginny's room to see what she could find.

She found several books and magazines but they were more confusing to her than helpful. Well, now what was she supposed to do? Everything she read, and she had read all she found, seemed contradictory. Merlin! So she decided she would let him lead her; the last thing she wanted was to make a fool of herself. She couldn't believe she had caught Bill's attention. Hermione decided then that she would respond to whatever he did next. She would just let her instincts, hopefully, let her know the correct course of action.

After deciding this, Hermione let out a slow breath. That was as sound of a plan as she could think of at the moment. This was so out of her depths it wasn't funny but she would enjoy his attentions as long as it lasted. When she made her way back down to the living room, she was slightly disappointed to find it empty. Well, she would just take advantage of the quiet and read a bit. She had the new potions book she had been wanting to read, so she sat on the couch and lost herself. What she hadn't realized was that Bill had been standing in the corner, watching her from the shadows. He noticed the slight disappointment on her face when she thought she was alone. Good. Once she was engrossed into her book, Bill left his spot and walked quietly behind the couch. Leaning over the back, right next to her head, he saw what she was reading. He couldn't stop the slight chuckle from escaping, getting her attention.

When Hermione heard a quiet chuckle at her ear, she started. Then she turned her head to see who was there and promptly forgot to breathe. There, only a centimeter or so away, was Bill's face. All it would take would be for her to move slightly and their lips would meet. Instead, Hermione cleared her throat and spoke.

"Bill! You startled me."

"Sorry." He said, his voice low and sounding anything but sorry. She shivered at the tone.

"Are you now?" Hermione retorted, knowing very well all the males of the family loved to see how long it would take her to notice one of them being so close to her. The only problem was, all but one didn't cause her heart to spike from their nearness. She could smell his scent and it made her head swim, her breath shorten and her eyes to dilate. She whimpered softly when he quietly asked her what she was reading, his breath ghosting over her face. She closed her eyes briefly, she couldn't help it. It felt sinful and she savored the sensation.

At his low chuckle she opened her eyes and looked at him. "I asked what you are reading." Bill repeated, loving the effect he was having on her. This was going to be so much fun, he thought.

Hermione blinked a few times and took a deep breath. "Oh, sorry. It's the new potions book." She answered.

"Is it any good?" Bill asked, knowing the answer from how focused she was on it before his interruption.

"Yes, it is actually. The author definitely knows what he is talking about. Unlike most books, which are usually rubbish, this one is quite the interesting and informative read." Hermione told him, finally turning her head from him. She couldn't handle being that close to his face; she feared she'd do something silly like move the few spaces and kiss him and relaxed from the added distance. Bill noticed her reaction, smiling, he moved around the couch to sit beside her with enough room to be "appropriate" but only just.

Hermione squirmed a little at his sitting so close to her. Instead of focusing on how frustrated she was at the moment, she started up a discussion with him about the book. He hadn't read it yet but was still able to debate her on several points and she loved it. When the rest of the family finally came in, they only glanced in their direction. Everyone could hear the lively talk they were having and wanted to stay out of it. No one wanted to debate with Hermione, she could run circles around them and they knew it. Bill seemed one of the few who could keep up with her and they happily let him.

Bill and Hermione were so caught up in their debates that neither noticed anyone coming in. It took the others invading the living room for them to realize they weren't the only ones in there. However, that didn't stop them from continuing their conversation. They didn't stop talking until Molly had called everyone to the table for dinner. Again, Hermione found herself sitting across from Bill. But this time, she only smiled at him, fortunately, without blushing. Well, that was until he stretched his legs out and brushed against hers. She blushed but then decided to return the gesture and moved her legs against his.

When she looked up and met his gaze, she almost forgot how to breathe. His eyes were dilated and his face serious. When she licked her lips and watched as his eyes followed her tongue's movement, she squeezed her legs together and almost whimpered. Then she caught Bill taking a deep breathe through his nose and her blush deepened, remembering he was part wolf and was most likely smelling her arousal, which only turned her on more. It was a "vicious" little cycle. Then she felt his legs caging hers and her eyes snapped to his. He was giving her such a heated look that she scanned those around them to see if anyone noticed. When her eyes met his again, she quietly inhaled sharply from his look turning predatory. Well, she had wondered what it would be like to have his undivided attention and now she knew. It was breath stealing and knicker wetting.

After dinner, Hermione all but ran from the table. No one really noticed her quick exit and she was grateful for that. That meant no uncomfortable questions that she wouldn't be able to answer. She hid in her room, claiming being tired and didn't come back out.

Bill had enjoyed flirting with Hermione and then debating potions with her. When everyone had come in, they hadn't noticed, so caught up were they in their discussion. Thankfully, no one thought twice about them debating, after all, they had done it a few times after Order meetings. So when they were called to the table, he had made sure the seat across from him would be hers. When he had purposely stretched his legs this time, she had surprised him by not blushing but smiling and brushing up against his. He liked the feeling of her touching him, even if it was only their legs and through several layers of clothes.

It had been hard enough for him to deal with his body's reaction to her nearness but then her breathing had paused and his eyes darkened with desire as he focused on her. Then she licked her lips and he had zeroed in on her tongue and tracked it progression. As he was watching that sinful muscle skim her perfect lips, he felt her legs pull slightly away from his and he couldn't help the deep intake of air he took. He almost groaned at the smell of her arousal, it was such a sweet smell and made his mouth water.

Bill then caged her legs within his and watched as her eyes flew up to his. He heard her sharp intake of breath and his wolf came forward to inspect her response. He then saw her eyes dart around the table to see if anyone was paying attention to them, they weren't. Bill enjoyed watching her reaction to him and reveled in her responsiveness to his actions. When she all but ran from the dinner table, Bill smirked. She would be his very soon and the anticipation was such a sweet torture. He would have loved to follow her but, at the moment; he couldn't stand without showing everyone what was on his mind.

When Charlie sat next to him, Bill cut his eyes to his brother.

"Have a good meal?" Charlie asked with mischief in his voice. So, Bill thought, not everyone had been oblivious of his actions or her responses.

Smirking, he answered, "It was quite enjoyable."

"I have no doubt. Hermione seemed to be enjoying her meal as well but I'm sure you know that." Charlie said, smiling.

"I did." Was all Bill would say.

"I noticed she left in a hurry, wouldn't know why she would do that would you?" Charlie teased.

"Not a clue." Bill replied with a knowing smirk.

"Hmm, then why don't we join the others in the living room." Charlie asked with an innocent face.

Bill just stared at him for a bit before he said, "I'm just fine here, thank you, but you're welcome to go ahead."

Charlie gave a full bodied laugh and clapped Bill on the back. "Nah, I think I'd rather stay here and torment you."

Bill chuckled and told him, "If I stand up right now, I might pass out. I know I would definitely give everyone a show."

Charlie eyed his brother and nodded. "I can certainly understand that and would rather you not do either."

After the two brothers talked for a bit, Bill was finally able to leave the table. However, he told his family goodnight, feeling his early rising. It would take the next couple of days for him to adjust to not needing to rise so early. On his way to his room, Bill paused at Hermione's door. As he listened, he heard slight noises; noises that sounded suspiciously like muffled moans. When he pressed his ear against the door, he knew what she was doing and his jeans became quite snug. Bill had to adjust himself while listening to her. When she found her release, moaning his name, he closed his eyes and let out a low growl.

Forcing himself to walk away, a bit bow legged; Bill managed to make it to his room. He thought of taking care of his problem when his hand grazed his erection but decided the torture would be more enjoyable. He would wait and enjoy the sweet ache until he could have his witch. As he fell into a deep slumber, Bill had a smile on his face and visions of a wild haired temptress dancing behind his lids.

The next morning found Bill waking early. As was his norm, he took a shower then walked down to the kitchen with just a towel around his hips to fix some tea. As he was waiting for the water to heat up, Bill allowed his mind to replay the dreams he had had. They had involved him and Hermione in several scenarios; some were innocent, like debates and such while others were down right naughty as hell. While he leaned against the counter watching the sun rise, Bill heard quiet footsteps approaching the kitchen. Not breaking his gaze he watched as Hermione came in. Biting his cheek to keep from groaning out loud, Bill felt himself stir at her sleep attire.

She was wearing a well-worn tee shirt that hung off one shoulder with a pair of arse hugging shorts. She was sexy as sin and he wanted to devour her. She had yet to notice him due to rubbing her eyes as she entered. Now, she had her back to him reaching for a mug. When she turned around, it took his quick reflexes to catch the mug before it shattered on the floor. She was ogling his body and a particular part of him was very much appreciating her staring. He wondered how she would react when she noticed his reaction to her. What would she do?

Hermione had woken early, as usual. Hearing the Burrow still quiet, she climbed out of bed and started down to the kitchen. As was her routine, she would sit in the kitchen and enjoy a cup of tea before heading back up to shower and dress for the day. She blearily made her to the kitchen and was rubbing her eyes as she entered, missing the other occupant there. She went to the cabinet to get her mug then turned around and promptly dropped said mug.

Bill was there with nothing on but a towel around his hips! Oh Merlin's saggy bits! The man was simply gorgeous to look upon. Hermione couldn't help her gaze from slowly checking him out. She had started at his chest and worked her way down to his toes. His legs were slightly parted and she noted they looked quite strong. Then her eyes started back up and her breath stopped all together when she reach his midsection. He was starting to tent the towel he was wearing and, she realized, was continuing to grow under her gaze. When Hermione continued up his bare chest to his face, she noted he was staring at her with a burning hunger.

Still not able to breathe properly, Hermione closed her eyes and leaned against the kitchen's island to steady herself. Once she knew she wouldn't fall over, Hermione opened her eyes to see Bill's eyes slowly going over her body. She felt her knickers moisten and felt her heartbeat speed up. The man was turning her into jelly just from his gaze; she couldn't imagine what would happen if he ever touched her. As he finished his perusal of her form, Hermione's breath, which had tried to return to normal, stuttered in her chest.

Then he moved towards her and her world froze. When Bill noticed her reaction to his approach, he smiled and winked at her. He was enjoying the teasing and planned to continue it a bit longer. When he was only a breath away, he leaned into her space and inhaled deeply. Gods, she smelled heavenly. He let out a growl and placed his hands on either side of her, caging her in place. When he heard her breathing speed up, Bill leaned in and barely brushed his lips against hers. Feeling her lips part under his, Bill moaned and stopped resisting just a bit as he deepened the kiss.

Hermione gripped the island when Bill caged her in and almost started hyperventilating. His nearness was slowly unraveling her brain. Then he leaned in and inhaled her scent before letting out a growl. It took everything she had to not whimper at the sound. It sent chills down her spine in a delicious way. She then realized he had caged her between the island and his body, not that she wanted to be anywhere else. When he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, she didn't even try to hold back the gasp, allowing him the opportunity to deepen the kiss and deepen it he had.

She had never been kissed so deeply or with such passion before in her life. She now knew what sin tasted like and wanted more. When she moved her body closer to his, Bill ended the kiss and stepped back. She could clearly see how affected he was and wondered why he had stopped. She desperately wanted to feel his body pressed against hers, to feel his need pressed against her. When she did whimper, Bill smirked at her and leaned in to speak in her ear, "Not yet, my beautiful witch. But soon, you will be mine." And then he walked away.

Hermione turned and leaned over the island to give her legs time to recover. His voice had been low and his words seductive. As she watched Bill walk away, she moaned at the view. Damn the man was sexier than any had a right to be. She knew all he would need to do would be to crook his finger and she would gladly crawl into bed with him. But she did have to admit, whatever he was doing, she was enjoying the anticipation. Maybe that was what he was aiming for? Build up the suspense until neither of them could take any more before bedding her? Oh sweet Circe! How would she survive any more sexual tension?

When she made her way to her room, she found Bill leaning against her door, dressed. He wore a button up shirt, jeans and boots. She took her time checking him out. The buttons were undone on his shirt, showing his chest for her perusal and his jeans fit him nice and snugly, then she noticed the snap was undone. Bloody hell! The man was out to drive her insane! Could someone go insane from too much sexual tension? As she approached him, she felt his eyes caress her body. When she got to her door, she paused before opening it. Her eyes met his before going in, leaving the door slightly ajar. If he wanted to come in, she would let him.

Bill hesitated for only a moment before following Hermione into her room and shutting the door behind him. Once inside her room, he found her leaning against the dresser. Her pupils were blown enough no color showed and he found himself stalking towards her. She smelled divine to him and he wanted to feel her against his body. He wouldn't go all the way just yet but to feel her pressed against him was something he and his wolf couldn't wait any longer for. So when he reached her, he gripped her hips and turned her to press her back to his chest. Anything else would be too much temptation. As soon as their bodies came into contact, he heard her breath hitch and he cursed.

"Fuck" was all Bill could manage to say. She felt so good against him that he didn't try to hide the effect she was having on him. Instead, he pressed his growing erection against her arse and loved the moan she let out. When he let his fingers caress the skin bared to him at her midriff, he felt her shiver. Then he let his fingertips dip just under her waistband, testing her reaction. Her response made him press harder into her. She had sucked her stomach in, more than needed, which gave him the room needed to slip his hand down her shorts and into her knickers. When his fingers ghosted over her, they both moaned. Bill quickly locked the door and silenced the room; her pleasure was for him and him alone.

When he slid his fingers along her nub down to her slit, he inhaled sharply. She was already dripping. He leaned his mouth down to her ear and in a husky voice, said, "Show me what you like. Teach me how to touch you witch." He then felt her hand tentatively glide down his to show him what she enjoyed. Feeling her guiding him caused Bill to grind against her and groan. After a few minutes of her guidance, Bill felt her hand recede only to grab a hold of his thighs and pull him tighter against her. As he placed kisses along her neck, he felt her press back into his erection and then shudder her release.

Bill growled his pleasure of hearing and feeling her achieve orgasm. He knew she would be intoxicating but reality blew his fantasies out of the water. Instead of sagging against him, as he expected, she pressed her bum harder against his erection and started to squirm, making his eyes cross. When he gripped her hips to assist in his own pleasure, he loved hearing her moan at the contact. Then she pressed as much of her body against his as she could, laying her head on his shoulder. When she turned her head to nip at his neck, Bill captured her lips in a passionate kiss while allowing his own release to flood his system, coming with a growl.

Once his orgasm was finished, he released her lips, wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tighter to his body. It was then that she sagged against him, causing Bill to smile and nuzzle her neck. When she purred at the contact, he knew then the teasing would be coming to an end very soon. Not just yet though. The feeling of heightened senses was like a drug, one he wasn't ready to be free of yet, soon, but not yet.

Bill tightened his arms around her briefly before releasing her and leaving her room. When he reached the door, he looked back at her. She was in total disarray and looked even sexier to him. He gave her a genuine smile and winked before walking out and closing the door behind him. Hermione stood where he had left her for a few minutes before heading towards the half bath, an addition Molly had insisted for her to have, to clean up and get ready for the day. What a way to start said day! Damn but she had never come so hard before, clothes on or off! The man was lethal. His voice had been decadent and his body sin incarnate. She hoped this wasn't some game to him and that once he had had her, he would leave her because she found herself falling for the man, fast and hard.

Over the next week, Hermione found herself in various positions with Bill.

He had pinned her to the side of the shed when he found her out walking, snogging her senseless for some time before leaving her weak kneed and glassy eyed with a smirk on his face. However, she had felt his arousal and couldn't help her own smirk from appearing.

Bill had caged her against a tree and whispered naughty things in her ear. She had blushed and moaned quietly at the promises he had made. When he had left her, she had immediately gone to her room and taken care of her built up frustration. She was loving the things he was doing but, at the same time, desperately wanted the man to ravage her until she couldn't walk straight.

He had, once again, pinned her against the kitchen's island; this time he had slid a knee between her thighs and had let his hands roam her curves. Hermione had given in to temptation and ground against his thigh, causing them both to moan. She had been enjoying feeling her orgasm slowly building when he had begun to tweak her nipples. The next thing she knew, she had clamped her mouth on his shoulder to muffle her moans as she came, hearing his answering growl at her actions.

On the way to the kitchen for her morning tea, Bill had pulled her down to straddle his lap while sitting on the couch. She then looked in his eyes and her knickers suddenly became soaked through. The look he was giving her was one she still had trouble believing could be directed at her. It was so heated she was sure it could set the place on fire. Instead, it had set her body aflame. She had responded to his passion by grinding down on his throbbing member and bringing them both to orgasm. When she had slumped against him, she felt him kiss the top of her head and she smiled at the tender action.

Never knowing when Bill would "accost" her kept Hermione deliciously on edge. She never knew when something would happen and loved the anticipation. While she was walking around the green, she felt him approach. When she turned around, Bill captured her lips in a passionate kiss until they had to part for air. By that time, Hermione realized she was laid out on the grass. Looking up at Bill, her eyes almost rolled up inside her skull when she felt him pull her leg up over his hip and he started thrusting against her. He was slow and gentle at first, just enjoying the feeling of almost coupling. Hermione let out a loud moan which had Bill speeding up his thrusting slightly.

She loved the feel of him on her; his weight felt wonderful pressing her into the ground. The feeling of his erection rubbing against her heated core felt amazing. Then he sped up his pace and she felt herself lifting her hips to match his rhythm. After some time, the witch and her wizard found their completion. Hermione gripped his shoulders to keep him from rolling off her too soon. She was thoroughly enjoying feeling him so completely, even with clothes on, it was heavenly.

After a heated day, Molly had decided to have dinner outside where there was a nice breeze. Hermione had helped the matron move the food outside and set up the table. When everyone sat down to eat, Bill sat beside her, causing her breath to hitch. Then he laid his hand on her thigh and she thought she might pass out. While talking with his family, Bill allowed his fingers to caress her skin. Hermione cursed and thanked the fact she was wearing shorts. She noticed Bill smirk when she spread her legs just a bit to allow his fingers more access and he took full advantage.

Bill couldn't believe she was allowing him to feel her up while at the table. Fortunately, the lighting was dim and no one could see what he was doing to her, or what she was allowing to happen, under the table. He heard her breath hitch and smirked. He wondered how far he could go before she "cut him off". When the tips of his fingers slid along the edge of her knickers, Bill heard her quiet gasp. Much to their relief, it wasn't heard by anyone else. Then he slid his fingers to her slit and it was his turn to suck in a breath, she was so wet. He then moved his fingers up to caress her pleasure button and groaned when she canted her hips slightly to give him better access.

When her hand landed on his thigh and gripped it, Bill knew she was close and decided it was time to bring her over. The twins were setting up to show their latest fireworks to the family so if she moaned no one should hear. Just as the fireworks started, Bill picked up his pace. Hermione couldn't believe what they were doing and in front of his family! Not that they could see but if anyone took the time to really look at her, they would know something was up. When his fingers sped up their movements, Hermione let out a soft mewl. After the fireworks were in full swing, she turned her head into his shoulder and let out a moan and shivered as she came.

Bill was more turned on than he could ever remember being. Being able to touch Hermione so intimately while in the company of his family had his blood close to boiling. Who knew the witch had a bit of exhibitionism in her? Then she had allowed him to bring her to orgasm and it was almost his undoing. When she buried her head in his shoulder so she wouldn't be heard, it took everything in him to not join her. Then he felt her hand on his pulsing erection and it was his turn to moan quietly. When he felt her slide the zipper down, he almost stopped her. The twins were winding down their show and he didn't want to be caught in a compromising situation but when her hand touched the skin of his shaft, he knew it wouldn't take long so he assisted her by adding pressure to her stroking. It only took a few strokes for him to come hard, pulling her hard against his side so he could "hide" in her hair.

Their timing was perfect though, just after casting a cleansing spell while the others' attentions were still elsewhere; the twins walked back over to the table. No one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary and he was pleased. The last thing he would ever want would be for Hermione to be seen by anyone but him in such a way, doing what they had done. He couldn't help the smirk when she looked at him with a pleased smile of her own. Oh, yeah, this was the witch for him.

As the week was coming to an end and Bill was getting ready to go to Shell Cottage, he was sadden that he wouldn't be able to see Hermione as much as he was now. However, if this past week had shown him anything, he was fairly sure she would be open to more with him. He had caught her giving him longing looks that had nothing to do with their physical attraction but the want for more, when she thought he wasn't looking. He couldn't help but feel chuffed that he had managed to capture the attention of such a wonderful, beautiful and sexy witch. She might be nine years younger than him but that didn't bother him. She made him feel alive and wanted, two things he had been missing for too long now.

When he went to his room for the last night, he found Hermione waiting for him. When had she snuck up here? Not that it mattered to Bill, he was just happy to see her take the lead for once. He didn't mind being the dominant one but liked when a witch would go after what she wanted once in a while. After closing his door, he locked it and silenced the room before leaning back on it. He then let his eyes roam her form and his breathing quickened. She was standing there with one of his old Quidditch jerseys on. Bloody hell! He thought her sexy before but seeing her in one of his shirts…she was breathtaking. He breathed deeply and groaned at the scent of her filling his room.

While watching Hermione for her reaction, Bill pulled his shirt off while walking towards her and started to unbutton his jeans when her hand came up, letting him know to stop his actions. Then he saw the look in her eyes and had to grab the dresser for support. She was devouring him like he had done her many times this past week. Her eyes were hungrily taking in his body and the smirk that appeared had him hardening even more. She certainly liked what she was looking at, then it was her turn to stalk towards him. When she was but a breath away, she tilted her head up and snaked an arm around his neck, pulling him down to her.

When their lips met, moans and groans were heard. Then Hermione moved her body the slightest bit and he felt her curves pressed against his angles. Bill wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. When they had to pull away for some much needed air, Hermione lowered her lips to his neck and kissed her way down to his chest. Once there she kissed him all over but when her lips latched onto one of his nipples and sucked, Bill's knees almost buckled and his breathing turned to pants and moans.

He couldn't believe the effect she was having on his body. He knew he was attracted to the sexy witch but for her to take the lead, it made his body respond viscerally. He let his hands roam her body where he could reach, loving the sounds she made. It was when her lips started moving down towards his erection that Bill turned his body slowly to lean against the dresser fully. He knew, if she did what he thought and hoped she was planning, that his legs would give out quickly.

When Hermione finished unbuttoning his jeans and started pushing them down his legs, Bill felt his body come alive. He felt every touch of her fingers against his legs. As she knelt down to pull them off, Bill lifted each foot to assist her. Then he growled low when she ran her hands up his calves to his thighs several times before she stopped to cup his erection. When he felt her lips kiss the head, he gripped the dresser with all his might. After the kiss he felt her tongue slide along his shaft before her lips closed over the head and slid down to his base.

It took everything Bill had to not thrust his hips and choke her. He couldn't believe she had taken him fully. Of course he knew there were spells that allowed someone to deep throat without gagging but had no clue she would know it. His brain shut down when he felt her swallow and then start sucking, hollowing her cheeks completely before running her tongue along his length and repeating the action. Then he felt her pull all the way up to where the tip was just inside her hot mouth and he groaned his pleasure. His little witch certainly knew what she was doing and before long, Bill tried to push her away, letting her know he was close to coming but she stubbornly ignored his attempts. When he realized he wouldn't win, that she wanted him to come in her mouth, he threw his head back, grabbed her hair and moaned his release.

After coming back to his senses, Bill felt her licking him clean, making him growl. When she stood back up, he pushed her towards his bed. She resisted at first but then gave in and allowed him to lay her down. Once she was in the center of his bed, Bill took a moment to appreciate the picture she created. He then took the hem of his jersey in his hands and slowly pulled it up and off of her. When she lay naked before him, he allowed his eyes to feast upon her beauty. She took his breath away. He leaned over her and, without touching her body, kissed her hard. He then started his mission of worshiping her body. He kissed and nipped his way to her breasts which he gave equal attention to. Loving how her nipples were hard and awaiting his attention. The sounds she started making only fueled his passion more.

As he continued down her body towards the treasure between her legs, Bill loved how she started to squirm. Then he bypassed where they both wanted him to be to kiss down her legs, he couldn't help but smirk at her whimper. He kissed down one leg and back up the other before he pushed her thighs further apart and swiped his tongue along her slit to her nub. When she gripped the sheets and moaned, Bill felt himself starting to get hard again. He then started feasting on her core like a dying man finding water. He loved feeling her writhe and moan as he pleasured her. She was so responsive to him, it blew his mind. Never had a woman reacted to his ministrations like she was. It was quite the ego boost for him.

When he pulled her sensitive button into his mouth and sucked hard, he felt her grip his head before she keened her release. Quickly moving his mouth to her opening, Bill lapped up as much of her sweet nectar as he could before he inserted a finger into her and started thrusting to prepare her for him. He groaned at how tight she was. Either she hadn't been with anyone or it had been a long time since she had been. He wasn't sure which one he wanted it to be. To be her first would be a much cherished gift yet he still felt male pride that she hadn't been with anyone long enough to tighten back up.

After inserting a second finger and feeling no resistance, Bill figured it was the latter of his thoughts. It didn't bother him, she was a beautiful woman who was shy but that didn't mean she was ignorant of physical pleasure. When he inserted a third finger and felt her grip them hard, he knew he was in for one hell of a night with his witch. When he removed his fingers from her and licked them clean while locking eyes with her, he loved the whimpering that came from her. As he moved up her body, making sure to lick, nip and kiss every bit of skin he came across, he was surprised when she pulled him up for a heated kiss. It would seem she didn't mind tasting herself, which fueled Bill's passion even more.

While kissing her for all he was worth, Bill lined himself up with her heated channel and slid home, making them both moan loudly. He set a slow but steady pace at first, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being sheathed by her. When she hooked her legs around his waist and met his thrusts with her own, Bill grabbed a hold of her shoulders and sped up his pace. Looking down at her face, he couldn't believe she was his. She was so passionate and responsive he knew he wouldn't let her go without a fight. As he watched her reach her peak, he was amazed at how stunning she was. The pure pleasure on her face caused his breath to catch before he flipped them over for her to ride him.

He wanted to watch her find her pleasure. When she realized what he had done, she smirked at him and started rocking her hips, resting her hands on his chest. Bill gripped the sheets at first, wanting her to have complete control but it wasn't long before he was gripping her hips and helping her rock on his hardness. She was so tight that, this time, when her walls clamped down on him, he gave a mighty growl and came with her. When she laid down on his chest to catch her breath, Bill wrapped his arms around her and just held her. Once their breathing had calmed a bit, he took the chance to ask her a question.

"Hermione, you know I'm leaving for Shell Cottage tomorrow?" at her nod, he continued, "I need to know, what was this to you? Was it a summer fling?" Bill held his breath while waiting for her answer. When she shook her head, he let out his breath in a rush. "Good, because I want you to be my witch. I want to have an honest relationship with you. Is that something you would be interested in?" he asked, a bit apprehensive of her answer.

Hermione raised her head and looked into his eyes for a moment before answering.

"I would love to be your witch Bill Weasley. I was so afraid that I was just a distraction for you, that once you left you wouldn't want anything more to do with me."

Bill took in the insecurity shining in her eyes and kissed her gently but sweetly before commenting. "Hermione, you mean so much more to me than a passing fancy. You captivate me like no other has and I want you to know that I want you in my life for however long you will have me."

Upon hearing his words, Hermione leaned forward and kissed him passionately, cupping his face, then rocked her hips, letting him know she wanted him in every way. Bill growled and held her tightly to him and then flipped them over and showed her how much he wanted her…all night long.