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Bill rushed to Hermione's side, making sure she was okay. He quickly checked her over for any cuts or scrapes, when he didn't find any he finally started breathing again. As he gently picked up Hermione, the rest of the Weasley clan finally arrived. By the looks of the faces all of them were out of breath, except Ginny because of her years of Quidditch.

"Is she alright? Did he hurt her?" Molly asked, with her heart in her throat.

"No, she's fine, just a little worked up. Could someone please bring Ronald back? I'm sure there is something we could do for him," Bill said angrily, turning his back on his family too worried about Hermione to care if he was rude.

Bill slowly walked towards camp, just to inform his boss of the recent events and to say that he and Hermione was taking off for the next few days. After telling Anton that they were leaving, Bill apparated to his home in Kerry. He took her to his room and laid her on his bed. When Bill looked at her clothes and realized that she was covered in mud and sand, he carefully removed her outer garments and threw them into the laundry basket. Then, making sure to not wake her, he quietly covered Hermione with a comforter.

Bill grabbed the laundry basket and walked to his washer and dryer and placed her clothes in it. He realized after doing so that he still needed a shower, so he quickly turned off the wash and grabbed some clothes from his room, heading toward the shower.

After having his refreshing shower, Bill went into his room and laid down next to Hermione and softly pulled her to his chest and fell asleep feeling happier than ever.

Hermione woke slowly. When she looked up, all she could see was a mass of red hair.

"No!" she moaned, trying to get away.

"Shhhhh," said Bill, "it's me. I won't hurt you, Ron's gone, and he can't hurt you any more."

"Thank Merlin," she said. "What happened?" She wanted to know. "Where am I?"

"You're in my flat, in Kerry, I apparated here with you, you fainted."

"What happened to Ron?" She wanted to know.

"Don't worry about him."

"What did you do to him?" she asked. "I hope you didn't kill him, he is your brother."

"No death is too good for him, after what he tried to do to you. I turned him over to three dementors," Bill said calmly.

"WHAT! I can't do that, he's your baby brother, he's family. The dementors? Have they already taken him?"

"No," he said, "he's tied up down stairs. He's awake though, if you want to talk to him."

"OK," She said. She started to get out of the bed, but then noticed something.

"Umm…..Bill? Where are my clothes?"

"Oh…..um…. they got dirty so….. Um… I'll go get you something to wear," he said, as he left the room, his ears flaming.

As he left the room, Hermione slowly looked around her. The room she was in was definitely masculine, with no traces of a woman's presence. The furniture was a solid, dark wood, the pieces built to accommodate the larger frame of a man. It was sparse, having a single dresser, a small closet, the rather impressive bed, and a lone rug lying on the floor. The linens on the bed, surprisingly, were not of Gryffindor colors, but of more natural tones of deep blues and greens. She again took note that there seemed to be no trace of a feminine influence within the room. Somehow she doubted that even Mrs. Weasley had been allowed to have any say in the room's appearance.

At this moment Bill returned, carrying what looked like a length of dark red silk. "Here you go," said Bill, handing it to her.

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

"Oh," he said turning red, "That's a robe I thought you could use, your clothes are still drying."

"Whose is it? Is it yours?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Actually, I bought it a couple of weeks ago; I thought that it would make a good birthday present for a friend of mine," Bill said, turning yet another shade of red.

"Oh, well that's nice of you Bill. But what are you going to give your friend now? I mean I can't wear it, then you give it to your friend, wouldn't that be a little rude?" she asked skeptically.

"Well, considering the friend I was going to give it to was you, I don't think it's a little rude," Bill said slyly.

"Oh, Bill that's so sweet of you! But my birthday isn't for a month," Hermione said, while putting the robe on, admiring its texture.

"I know it was an impulse buy, I saw it and I thought of you," Bill said quietly. "But didn't you want to talk to Ron?" remembering the root of his problems.

"Yes, I did. But now I realize that if I did talk to him, I would be unsure of myself and my feelings for you. So, how about we sit here in your home and talk about our feelings for each other," Hermione said slowly, "unless you don't want to."

"Let's stay here and talk," Bill said calmly.

After this was said, they sat and avoided eye contact with each other while looking everywhere else, anywhere else but at each other. She started thinking about all the times that they had been working in close quarters and how the whole time she had wanted him to say that he felt the same way about her. Hermione could feel her face start to blush, she then felt Bill's eyes on her face and she blushed even more. Finally, she looked into his eyes and recognized that Bill felt the same way about her.

"Bill, I…" Hermione started.

"Hermione…" Bill started.

They said in unison. After their simultaneous start, Bill and Hermione started to laugh, realizing that they were being ridiculous. Bill looked straight into her eyes and leaned forward, stopping when his lips were barely inches from hers. Hermione taking her cue leaned in, closing the distance between their lips.

When her lips met his, they both saw stars. Hermione placed her hands on Bill's shoulders, holding on to him for dear life. Bill quickly grabbed her waist, holding her to him, hoping that he would never have to let go of her. As the heat from their kiss traveled through both of them, Hermione found herself hoping, wishing that Bill would not stop this, this time to tell her that she was too much of a sister to continue.

Slowly, Bill allowed his hands to travel over Hermione's hips, marveling at how curvy she was without her robes on. The knowledge that the only thing she wore was a silk robe didn't help his situation anymore than her hands that were beginning to make their way down his chest.

Bill broke the kiss and stared at Hermione. Her eyes were heavy lidded, and her lips were swollen, just perfect to kiss.

"'Mione, you look beautiful right now, just pretty enough to kiss," Bill said seductively.

"Well the by all means, kiss me," Hermione said while wiggling her eyebrows.

Bill grabbed her by the back of the neck, and brought her closer to himself. He stared into her eyes for what seemed to Hermione like hours, and then slowly brought his lips to hers in the most passionate kiss of her life. She fought him for control of the kiss, but he slowly inched his hand to her breast and she gasped, giving Bill even more access to her mouth.

Suddenly a fire, hotter and more out of control than anything either one of them have experienced, exploded within them. Bill quickly shoved the robe off of Hermione's shoulders, wanting to feel her skin against his. Hermione expertly unbuckled Bill's belt, and had it removed from the loops in one smooth motion, had Bill not been focused on something else he would have been impressed. She then grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head stopping the kiss just long enough for it to pass their mouths.

As they continued their kiss with even more passion than before, Hermione quickly unbuttoned Bill's pants and started to push them down, over his hips, when the door to Bill's room was whipped open by an emerald eyed wizard, who immediately let his disapproval show.

"HERMIONE JANE GRANGER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Harry Potter.

Faster than the speed of light, Hermione picked up her robe and was covering herself fro on lookers. Bill just pulled his pants into their original position and redid his buttons. Just as Bill finished re-buttoning his pants, his family was in the doorway trying to find out what Harry was yelling about. Some of the family, including Ginny, Fred and George, wasn't surprised. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on the other hand were definitely unhappy about the situation in front of them.

"Bill, Hermione, what are you doing?" asked Molly, sounding somewhat upset.

Before Bill or Hermione could answer, Fred said to George in a rather loud voice, "I told you they would get together in less than two months."

Hermione and Bill turned to face each other, looks of amusement dancing in their eyes. Then they turned to face Molly, only to find her eyes full of tears, smiling at them.

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