Author's Note: There's adult content in this chapter and will be in most from here on out. I've upped the rating to M. There is actual plot reasons for all of this to happen as well, so don't start up with the flaming just yet.
As the clock in the Common Room struck ten, 'Dora levitated her trunk up the steps to the boys' side of the tower. It didn't take her long to reach Bill's door, and when she knocked hesitantly, she heard a flurry of movement coming from inside his room, along with a strangled "Hold on!"
She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder, once again fighting back tears. She hated herself for doing this, but she had no choice; it was either this or sleep by the fire in the main room, and if she did that, there was no saying what sort of state her trunk would be in by the time she woke up. Diverting her eyes downwards, she folded her arms over her chest, hugging herself tightly. It was cold out in the corridor, and she wished Bill would open the door.
Finally he did so, and as 'Dora's eyes moved upwards, she realized he was wearing only a pair of boxers. To make matters even worse, the bulge set perfectly between his legs was far too telling of what he'd been up to.
No pun intended.
"Oh god!" 'Dora exclaimed, instantly hiding her eyes and ducking away. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"
"'Dora?"
Bill took a step closer to her and tentatively set his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it away, unable to think about anything except for where that hand must have just been.
"'Dora." This time Bill's voice was firm, no-nonsense, and 'Dora forced herself to look at his face—only his face.
"I'm sorry," she repeated, her eyes automatically moving downwards again before she caught herself. "I didn't mean to—to interrupt or—"
Bill let out a light, nervous laugh, and she saw him look at her trunk. "Don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything. What's all of this?"
On the contrary, 'Dora thought. "It's my trunk. I got kicked out of my dormitory. Are they allowed to do that?"
Bill shrugged and turned away from her just long enough for her eyes to drift downwards and notice how perfectly round the outline of his arse was through his boxers. When he turned back around, her eyes snapped upward to meet his as if they'd been there all along. He gave her a strange look and, with a flick of his wand, her trunk was suddenly sliding into his room to settle next to his.
"Wait!" 'Dora gasped, but then a strong hand reached out and took her by the shoulder, pulling her into his room again.
"You're staying in here tonight," Bill said firmly and with a tone that meant business. "And as many nights as it takes for your dorm mates to cool down about whatever it is they're mad about."
'Dora blinked. "But—"
"No buts," Bill interrupted, and 'Dora couldn't help but glance down at his boxers again. They were a blue material that looked rather worn and perhaps a little tight, but that very well might have just been the bulge.
Merlin, she was going to hell.
This time, when she looked back up, Bill caught her eye and on his face danced a knowing smile. "You can look, you know. It's just a penis—a clothed one at that."
'Dora swallowed and blinked several times, unsure whether she was more embarrassed that he'd noticed her looking or that he'd been so damn blunt about the whole thing. Bill caught onto this, too, and his expression settled into an easy grin.
"You know, you're pretty cute when you're blushing," he murmured, taking a step closer to her.
"Yeah, well," she stammered, looking for the right words to say. "I don't mean to—it's just that I've never—"
"You've never what?" Bill asked, suddenly seeming very interested in a clinical way that surprised her. "Seen a penis?"
'Dora felt herself flush an even deeper red, and to her horror, Bill chuckled.
"It's not a sin, you know," he murmured in a voice that could have calmed the maddest of men. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
'Dora shook her head, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Bill took a step closer to her, towering over her in a way that intimidated her more than she was willing to admit.
"Have you ever been kissed?"
This time she looked up into his eyes as she responded. "No."
There was something intoxicating about Bill Weasley. The entire population of Hogwarts knew it, even Bill Weasley himself. Nymphadora Tonks hadn't realised exactly how powerful he was, able to render the perfectly sensible incoherent with his eyes alone, and that was what she blamed for what happened next—those damn eyes of his.
He bent down just enough to come within an inch of her face, and she was more than willing to come up to meet him. When their lips touched, there was none of the fire 'Dora had been expecting all of her life, that first beautiful, fireworks-inducing snog that would make her weak in the knees and short of breath. Instead, all she got was a pair of moist lips and, after a few seconds, an even wetter tongue that quickly found her own. Having no clue what to do, she let Bill lead, eventually getting the hang of this whole kissing thing.
She wasn't sure how long it lasted, but when he finally moved away, she really was short of breath, although she was fairly sure it was only because of the length of time they'd been kissing. Somehow his hands had found their way to her hips, although hers had dangled dormant at her side the entire time, something 'Dora felt rather stupid about. Why hadn't she done anything with her hands?
"Well," Bill murmured, his warm breath tickling her cheek. "We've solved that problem, haven't we?"
Almost immediately 'Dora came to her senses and realised exactly what it was they were doing. She was alone with the Head Boy in his private dormitory, and he was only wearing his boxers.
And, to top it all off, they'd just kissed.
She fought to keep her eyes level, a battle she managed to win, and she took a step back away from him.
"Bill, I—" She nearly choked on her words. "I can't, it's not—I'm sorry, it's just that I've never—I can't—"
"'Dora." Her name rolled off his tongue in a way that made her shut up instantaneously. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and kissed her again. This time, however, it was a simple, almost chaste kiss, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek.
"You're fine," he whispered. "I'm sorry if I upset you. I promise that if you don't want me to do that, I never will again."
'Dora couldn't answer this; she was too disoriented to know exactly what it was she wanted to begin with.
"I'm going to turn around now so you can change into your pajamas, okay?" Bill asked, and 'Dora nodded dumbly. He brushed his thumb underneath her eye, and she felt a spark jolt directly downwards to the sensitive spot between her legs. Before she could register what was happening properly, Bill removed his hand and she almost mewed in protest. He took a step back and gave her a reassuring smile, and this was when 'Dora looked down once more to the bulge in his boxers.
It had grown significantly since she'd last peeked, to the point where she could almost make out the shape.
Bill Weasley had no shame.
Blushing again, she ducked down to open her trunk as Bill turned around properly, chuckling softly to himself. Only a minute later, she was dressed in her favourite nightshirt, her dirty robes folded neatly next to her trunk.
"Okay," she whispered, and he turned back around. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that reminded her all too much of what had just happened, and she tugged at the ends of her hair nervously, unsure of what to say.
"I'm going to sleep on the cot again," Bill said without room for argument, "and you're going to take the bed."
"Okay," 'Dora mumbled, making a mental note to claim the cot before he could tomorrow night. He pulled back the blankets for her, patting the pillows firmly, and she avoided looking at him as she climbed into the comfortable four-poster bed. It smelled strongly of him, something she definitely didn't object to. As she snuggled down between the sheets and blankets, she finally plucked up the courage to watch him again, this time as he moved about the room, blowing out candles.
From the side the bulge looked even larger, and 'Dora's eyes widened slightly at the prospect of being the one to have caused even a portion of that.
"Bill?"
His name was out before she could stop herself from speaking.
He paused in his movements around the room, turning to look at her. "Yeah?"
'Dora pressed her lips together tightly, still able to taste Bill in her mouth. "I—I liked the kiss. Thank you."
His expression dissolved into a warm smile. "I liked it, too. Thank you."
He held her stare for a long moment before blowing out another candle and moving toward the bed. There were only two candles left, both on the nightstand next to her head.
"Bill?"
Again she spoke without being able to stop herself, and this time he sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed when he replied. "Yeah?"
In the glow of the candle, she could clearly make out the mass underneath the cloth of his boxers, and seeing it so close sent another tingle between her thighs.
"I—" She bit her lip. "Did I…?"
She glanced down at his partial erection, and Bill seemed to get her meaning immediately. He laughed lightly and reached out to stroke her cheek just as he'd done before she'd changed clothes.
"That's all you, 'Dora."
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she overtly stared. She didn't know what to say to that; it was a compliment, she supposed, but at the same time she knew she should feel at least a little dirty. Bill was two years older than her, after all, and much more experienced. She'd never even kissed a guy up until five minutes ago, and now—
"Can I touch it?"
His surprised showed on his face for only a fraction of a second. His eyes held her gaze for a long moment before he finally nodded.
"If you want, yes."
She tentatively sat up so she was closer to him, and he shifted so he was turned more towards her. With a shaking hand she reached out, first to touch the soft fabric that covered his hip, surprised to find how thin the material really was. Her fingers slowly moved toward the bulge, her eyes fixed on the wonder that she'd caused.
When the tips of her fingers found the warm flesh, she almost gasped at the feeling. He was much harder than she thought he'd be, and with each stroke of her fingers, he seemed to grow even harder. When 'Dora looked up at Bill's face, she saw that his eyes were half-closed and his lips parted in a way that made her want to kiss him so badly that she almost leaned forward and did it right then.
It was his strangled gasp that brought her back into reality, and she realised that her fingers were now wrapped around his large shaft, moving up and down as if she were polishing a broomstick. The analogy made her grin, and with another look at Bill's face, she decided it was time to pull away.
"Wha—" He sounded confused and his eyes flew open, clouded by obvious pleasure. "You don't have to stop."
"I know," she replied, feeling much braver now that she'd seen the effect such a small gesture could have on him. "I just figured it'd feel a lot better if you took your boxers off."
It was his turn to stare at her, and 'Dora was pleased to see that he looked just as shocked as she'd felt only minutes before, when he'd kissed her. To her satisfaction, she saw that she wouldn't have to make the suggestion twice; in an instant he was wriggling out of his boxers, leaving him fully naked, and before 'Dora could blush and avert her eyes from the erection that was now full-blown, he was kissing her again.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "Do you know how good you make me feel?"
This time, 'Dora kissed him back. "No. How good do I make you feel?"
Bill pulled away, but this time there was an evil glint in his eye. "I could show you, if you want."
The offer was something she hadn't been expecting, but because 'Dora could barely take her eyes from him and because his bed was so damn warm and soft, and because she didn't have anywhere else to go, she let him.
It didn't hurt as much as she thought it would, but there was just enough blood to scare her. Afterwards, as she lay wrapped in Bill Weasley's arms listening to his steady breathing, she thought about crying—but she didn't.
She realised that for the first time in days, she was happy.
