Bill's Bill

Chapter 16: Caught with their Fingers Cream

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So the name of this chapter was supposed to reflect finding out the spy in this chapter and then a smutty scene decided to write itself, so we now have a double entendre chapter title name. Also, thank you to the amazing MrsRen who helped beta the smut in this chapter. PSA: Harry Potter belongs to JKR who for some reason strikes me as the person who would turn their nose up at smut. -Chefke

Kingsley Shacklebolt's Home, Destination Unknown Tuesday 5:20 PM

Charlie dusted himself as he exited the Floo in Kingsley's kitchen. He was so distracted he stumbled over the Floo pot and the powder spilled everywhere. Cursing silently, he cast a scourgify on the mess and hurried through the small kitchen and towards the hallway that led towards the living quarters of the house. His Mum's memory was coming back in small increments. It was something he should have been thankful for, but instead, he found himself quite nervous.

His mother had witnessed a lot of heartbreak and death in her lifetime. Compacting fifty plus years of hardship into a week wasn't healthy, at least that's what Tracey said. George, being the organized twin, had arranged a list of when everyone could check in on Mum. It was currently Ginny's turn, but Charlie wasn't here to see Mum.

The first door in the hallway belonged to Kingsley, the second was where his mum was resting. Charlie was unsurprised to see his father dozing off at the foot of the door, his wand gripped tightly in his hand.

Kneeling down on the floor, he gently shook his father's shoulder. "Dad."

His father stumbled awake, his grip on his wand whitening at his knuckles. He smiled when he saw his second to the eldest son and reached out his arms for a warm embrace. Charlie leaned into the hug, glad for the easy support he always received from his father.

"How was today?" he asked. Charlie looked away from his father's deep blue eyes, he was ashamed that he had lost his temper. Although his dad hadn't been in court that day, he knew exactly what happened. Parents knew that sort of thing, didn't they? Arthur Weasley pocketed his wand and sighed. "Lost your temper did you?"

"Yeah, Travers was goading me and like an idiot, I took the bait. Bill says Hermione isn't too upset. Apparently, the Wizengamot likes me and my good looks and human side are a contributing factor. Now, if Bill could get some of those good looks I think we would have an easier time with this whole debacle."

Arthur Weasley laughed lightly, his wrinkles and age showing with paternal love for his son. "You're still okay with what we discussed last night Charlie? Your mother and I don't have much and there is barely enough-"

"Dad. Bill is my older brother and the first born in our family. I would never begrudge him his place as the heir to our family. Percy could technically challenge him for it. George and I were planning on talking to him tonight, actually." Charlie said tiredly. Having to talk about what breakfast to eat with Percy was difficult, discussing taking away the thing he coveted most was going to be a right nightmare.

The Weasley family could keep Bill's paternity under wraps, however, when Great Aunt Muriel would eventually die the Wizengamot seat would be passed to the eldest of their family. Passing it to the next child was not only an insult to the Wizenagemot but would confirm people's suspicions about Bill's parentage. It would not have been a problem for Bill to keep the seat, however, if Percy got it into his mind that he was going to get the seat their family was in for a bumpy ride.

"I actually spoke with Percy earlier today. We went for a drink during a break between the new project he is working on."

"What was he working on?" Charlie asked, instantly regretting the question before it left his mouth.

"No idea. It was bloody boring sounding," both Weasley men laughed. No one in their family knew where Percy got his political ambition and drive from, it certainly wasn't the Weasley side. Once their quiet chuckles subsided Charlie grew serious.

"What did he say?"

"Percy? That he would never out Bill like that and that he didn't want a seat on the Wizengamot. He has bigger dreams."

Charlie stared at his father dumbly. There was only one higher power than the Wizengamot. "Minister of Magic?"

"Basically," he replied tiredly. "My Molly did always tell you kids, to dream big."

"Yeah, she told me the same thing, Dad. She said to dream big, not stupid." Charlie glanced at the door behind his father. "Is mum still sleeping?"

"Healer Davis gave her some potions and Ginny is keeping an eye on her. Very smart of George to make that list. Harry was very happy to have been included in the rotation. The poor boy looked like he was going to cry with happiness."

Charlie shrugged, pushing his anger deep down. "Yeah, well those muggles did a number on him. Ginny says he doesn't believe he is worthy of being loved."

Arthur Weasley blanched. "He still has nightmares about the cupboard?"

Charlie nodded. "I know Dumbledore was a great wizard but…"

"Hush, don't speak ill of the dead," his father chastised while simultaneously lowering his voice. "I think Ginny fell asleep and I don't want to wake her up before the shifts change in twenty."

"When did you see the list?" Charlie asked his dad with as much curiosity as he had when approaching a book on dragons. They literally just made the list in the Grimmauld Place kitchen. The ink was still drying when he left through the Floo.

"George Floo-called a copy to Healer Davis so she can keep an eye on who is coming and who is going. Speaking of the witch, she's in the next room down the hall. Saved you something to eat, if I heard correctly," his father winked at him and physically pushed him down the hall. Charlie smiled as he passed several family portraits on the wall and approached a plain blue door. He knocked once as a formality and then entered quickly shutting it behind him.

"Tracey?" Charlie whispered, turning around. She was sitting against a headboard on a large four-poster in the center of the room. Her robes were haphazardly tossed onto the floor, atop a small mountain sheets and a blanket. The small mess was bunched up next to the nightstand where a small tower of takeaway was teetering dangerously over the edge.

Merlin help him, it looked exactly like Charlie's room in Romania.

Tracey's eyes lit up as Charlie made his way toward her, one spot in the floor creaking beneath his heavy footfalls. She wedged the parchment on the nightstand in between two black and grey takeaway containers that looked as if they were going to topple off of the surface and onto the floor.

Waving her wand, she arranged the papers and sheets neatly and vanished all of the dirty containers. Charlie shucked off his shoes and slid onto the bed groaning at the softness. Turning his head as he lay on his belly, he found Tracey studying him.

When their eyes met, Tracey's lips quirked in a smile. Leaning over him, she pressed her lips against his so softly that for a moment Charlie thought he imagined it. "I missed you."

Charlie deepened the kiss, running his calloused fingers up against her smooth thighs until they reached her hips. Smiling against her lips, he turned over so that he was on his back. Sliding his hands onto her arse, he lifted her up and set her down on him so that she was straddling him before resuming their snogging.

When they broke for air, Tracey quirked an eyebrow. "A favorite position of yours, this one?"

"Love, any position with you is a favorite."

Smiling, Tracey waved her wand casting silencing and locking spells on the door. She yanked her shirt over head, grinning devilishly when she dropped it onto the floor. She was wearing only a black and burgundy trimmed lacy bra, her breasts smooth and supple against the cups, and her pelvis gyrating on his hips.

Kissing a line down Charlie's neck, Tracey peeled off her pants as he vanished his own clothes. Spreading his palm over the smooth expanse of Tracey's lower back, he smirked as he secured his hold on her. Once he reached her arse, he flipped her over onto the bed.

He noticed last night that she enjoyed when he peppered kisses on her body before he went down on her. He kissed her slowly, sucking and licking each breast before moving further down. Tracey's breathing hitched as Charlie nipped at her skin. He lay gentle kisses over each tiny mark he left. Halfway down her belly, she made a strangled moan that made him grin. He could do this all day.

When he reached her hip, he continued his ascent but achingly slower than before eliciting an impatient whine from her. Hooking his thumbs into the delicate lace on her thong he dragged it down halfway down her thighs. Her eyes were dark and by the time he lowered his head between her thighs, she was writhing deliciously underneath him.

His cock twitched as he lowered his head between the juncture of her legs. He swiped his tongue teasingly across her clit.

He swirled his tongue expertly while simultaneously sucking. Her hands flew into his hair and Charlie smiled when she pulled him off of her. She was panting when he looked up at her. While maintaining eye contact, he bit down on the front of her thong.

Her eyes were bright and her body quivering as he, gentle so they would not tear, pulled them down her body.

Tracey lasted till about halfway down her thighs. Charlie knew the slow burn would drive her crazy and he enjoyed watching her writhe beneath him.

"Don't tease me, Charlie," Tracey begged as he finally relinquished and vanished her knickers. "I need-" Tracey's moaned as his tongue made contact with her clit. He sucked hard holding onto her legs as she trembled beneath him, her hand yanking sinfully hard on his red hair.

Charlie came up for air with the taste of sex on his tongue and smelling like fucking Christmas.

"What do you need Tracey?" He asked after several breaths. When didn't answer he swiped his tongue on her sensitive bud, this time inserting one finger slowly into her.

"Tell me, Tracey or I may have to stop." He smiled wickedly as her eyes flew towards him in panic. His fingers were now sliding in and out of her.

"I… I… more…" she murmured incoherently.

Charlie began to pick up his pace and establish a rhythm with his fingers, while Tracey writhed and moaned underneath him. "More baby?"

Tracey whimpered in response, as she was too far gone to do much else. When she cried out Charlie sheathed himself in her. His cocked twitched as it was enveloped by her wet folds.

He cursed and dropped down on his elbows. Counting to three, he steadied himself lest he gets too excited too quickly.

Charlie rolled his hips as began to slide in and out of her. "Come on baby."

Tracey slid backward until he slipped out of her. Confused, he reached for her but she turned around wrapped her swollen lips around his cock.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Her tongue swirled around his dick as she went down on him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She gagged when he hit the back of her mouth her throat tightening around him. That still didn't stop her sucking, the pressure making him want to collapse. Fuck.

When her hands found his balls and began to stroke them, he shuddered and lost all control. He spasmed before exploding at the back of her throat.

She sucked him through his orgasm and when he finally realized he was blowing his load in her mouth, he withdrew himself. She locked her arms around his thighs pinning him in front of her, his cum landing on her mouth and chin.

When he was done, he looked down at her, his cheeks red with embarrassment. Smiling like the devilish witch she was, she swallowed the cum in her mouth before licking the rest off her face.

"Fuck."

"Mr. Weasley, I must confess, I prefer the taste of your dick better than that of your tongue," she replied cheekily.

Charlie rolled over, pulling his witch close. "Tracey Davis, you are going to be the death of me.

Tracey snorted. "We should be so lucky to die from amazing sex." Chuckling the lovers drifted off in each other's arms.

Kingsley Shacklebolt's Home, Destination Unknown Tuesday 5:45 PM

Arthur chuckled as the silencing charms went up around Healer Davis's room. Such a sweet girl, it broke his heart to hear what happened to her in her youth. It was when he heard stories like Tracy's, that Arthur wished he had gone into Family Services at the Ministry. When he originally joined the Ministry it was a pretty difficult choice whether or not he should join the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts or Wizarding Family Services. He had briefly contemplated Muggleborn Family services because it bridged the gap between the two departments, but even Arthur knew he didn't know enough about muggles to explain how their world translated into the magical one.

Ironically, it had been Molly who set him on the path to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. After an Order meeting, Arthur and Fabian Prewett were discussing the merits between the departments. Molly was impatient and waiting to go home. After listening to them go in circles for over twenty minutes, she threw her hands up in the air and told him to pick whichever department made him excited to go to work every morning.

He replied both, to which she rolled her eyes, and responded, "Yes, but which one is your dream job? You know, the one that makes your heart skip a beat and puts a spring in your step."

It was in that moment that Arthur Weasley fell for Molly Prewett. Fabian teased him mercilessly, while Gideon looked on quietly never commenting on Arthur's crush and how he was suddenly unable to talk coherently in his little sister's presence. Arthur always wondered if Gideon secretly wanted Molly to end up with Lucius because he would have provided more for her.

Arthur remembered the first time he asked her if he could get her a drink. He meant to ask her out, instead, he looked like an idiot who was asking someone who was already holding a drink if she wanted a drink. Molly responded by looking at the cup in her hand and then back at him and then back at the cup in her hand. Embarrassed, he rushed away mumbling something about being tired. He hurried away from her, ignoring a silently laughing James Potter and Sirius Black. They were both being swatted by their sympathetic girlfriends.

During the Order meeting that followed, she suggested that shifts should be reappropriated so that everyone had enough sleep at nights. She also suggested that they accommodate couples in the schedule so that they could see their loved ones. His ears burned red with embarrassment while Fabian had a coughing fit to cover his chuckles.

At Gideon's suggestion, he apologized after the meeting for his odd behavior earlier. She was kind and asked if she could do anything to help him sleep. Arthur was thankful that Sirius Black was standing behind Molly, as his crude gestures made his skin turn scarlet down to his toes.

Molly smiled kindly before taking her leave with Gideon. Later that night, she sent over a kidney and steak pie along with a bottle of dreamless sleep. The week prior she had made it while he and Fabian were playing drunken chess and he had loudly professed it to be the greatest dish in all the world.

When the two would reminisce about old times, Molly would always laugh about his first time having her Kidney and steak pie. "I was concerned no one was feeding you. Gideon and Fabian liked my food, but good Merlin, I thought you were going to pass out."

Arthur ran his hands through his hair, thinking about the savory crusty dish that his wife still made for him. He should really eat or go see Bill. Kingsley and Hermione had both advised against it, but he wanted to see his son. He wanted to make sure he was okay. Bill probably had so many questions. Arthur had spoken to Fleur when she came over to check on Molly earlier but-

"Dad?" Arthur turned around to find Percy watching him in concern. "Dad, I was calling your name for over a minute. Are you okay? Did you sleep at all today? I know you didn't sleep last night."

Arthur leaned over and hugged his son. Percy smelled like apples and he could have sworn there was a bit of reddish hue hiding beneath his son's collar. It pleased Arthur to learn that Percy was dating a sweet young lady named Audrey, not that he was ready to introduce Audrey to the family yet.

Bill never introduced girls because there weren't any to introduce, while Charlie didn't introduce girls because he was scared of getting too attached. Falling in love with and then being rejected by your neighbor when you're eleven does that to a kid. Arthur had lost count how many times he begged Molly to obliviate him when Fred and George announced their female victims over dinner in exquisite and excruciating detail. Thank Merlin, Ron and Ginny were discreet as they basically did the exact opposite of whatever Fred and George did.

Percy was not shy like Bill, scared like Charlie, or an exhibitionist like his twins. He was cautious. Growing up with Charlie who loved pyrotechnics and dragons and the twins, Percy had no concept of things that weren't dangerous. As a result, Percy grew up over calculating and overthinking every minor decision. This did not exclude dating. Arthur only knew his son was dating was because Audrey's father Adam worked in the Department of Family and Community Services and the two met at the canteen regularly for tea.

"I'll try and get some sleep later tonight," he promised. "Is it your rotation already? I thought Ginny only just arrived."

Percy rolled his eyes, "I have two parents, you realize. I came to make sure you were taking care of yourself. I brought you some pie. It's not mum's but it will have to do."

Percy handed a steaming brown paper bag over to him. One smell and Arthur knew what it was. "Steak and kidney?"

"Is there another type?" Arthur peeked his head into the room for a quick cursory glance. Molly was sleeping soundly, while tear-stricken and sleeping Ginny snuggled into her side, clutching her hand.

Arthur closed the door quietly and set an alarm on his wand to remind him to give Molly her next set of potions. She was slowly regaining and retaining her memories. Today's disaster at the Ministry had proven just how fragile Molly was and he wasn't willing to risk taking her to Saint Mungos for a check up again. To the entire Weasley families relief, the Saint Mungos staff agreed.

Earlier in the day, he received a letter that explained in full detail that with the help of one of Ron's classmates, a pyrotechnic of some sort, the Auror department was able to discover the cause of the explosion. Apparently, he was now the sad owner of one melted rubber duck.

He was also in possession of no less than fourteen owls from a Mister Seamus Finnigan, who was very excited about the entire situation. To Arthur's alarm, the wizard thought the explosion was 'brilliant' and he couldn't wait to recreate it.

Arthur chucked the latest letter into the fireplace, amused to know that the function of a rubber duck might actually just be chaos.

Author's Note:

I'm so incredibly sorry for the long wait on the rest of these chapters. I was supposed to dedicate NaNoWriMo to finishing this story and then I realized that I didn't have 50K to write because I am almost done. MrsRen and I are challenging each other to write this January and finish a story that is a WIP each. I am hoping to close Bill's Bills and Cute Too so that I can properly concentrate on Madeline and start posting the rest of that story.

It's extremely ambitious, as it will go back to Marauders Era and go through all seven years before finishing off the last three years of Hogwarts and then post-war. It will most likely be my longest story that I have ever written. I can't wait to share it with everyone and I hope you enjoy! -C