Chapter Two - Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long! Enjoy...
Discalimer: Not Mine :(

He found himself at his family home more frequently in the next week than he had been since his childhood. He was finding any excuse to see her, enjoying her company and getting to know her better. He quickly realised that there were many things he didn't know about her, that not only was she knowledgeable academically but she had incredible knowledge of other more obscure topics, he also found she had a wicked sense of humour something that he would never have paired with her previously.

Oh, he could defiantly see how Harry and Ron had become so attached and dependant on her. Every day he could feel his own attachment growing, looking forward more and more to seeing her, wondering what they'd talk about that night, whether he could take the seat next to her again without raising any questions. Yes his fondness of her was growing faster than he had imagined it would.

He could also feel more animalistic feeling coming over him, his need to touch her, to be with her was getting overpowering. Either she hadn't noticed or didnt seem to mind how often their knees touched, how often his hand slipped against hers. He had a feeling it was the latter, Hermione Granger was nothing if not perceptive. Tonight he wanted to get her on her own, see how she reacted to him, test the waters. With this in mind he apparated from his apartment to The Burrow.

Appearing just inside the wards, he walked up the gravel path towards the front door. He let himself in, the smell both alluring and familiar. Upon entering the kitchen he noticed both Hermione and his mother cooking, now this was something he could get used to. He let them continue in peace for a few minutes enjoying the idea of the situation, knowing that soon enough the room would be overflowing with family and friends alike.

Hermione turned from her space on the counter noticing Bill out of the corner of her eye, "Oh Bill, how long have you been there!"He chuckled to him, "Not long..."
"Honestly William, you should know better than to sneak up on people! You're as bad as the twins!" reprimanded Mrs Weasley.
"Sorry Mum, just didn't want to distract your hard work" he smirked, knowing his mum always had a soft spot for him.
"I can almost cook a meal in my sleep Bill, been looking after everyone for long enough now!" she reminded him. "Now that you're here, you can help Hermione set the table, they'll be a lot of us tonight, so make sure to extend the table as far as it goes!"

With their order Hermione set her potatoes to be mashing themselves and followed Bill towards the dining table. "Hope mums not been working you too hard" muttered Bill quietly as to not catch Mrs Weasley's attention. "Oh no, it's fine. I quite enjoy been busy, don't know what to do with myself otherwise." She smiled, Bill returned her smile finding it endearing that she enjoyed spending time with his family so much. "Well you can relax after dinner, I'm sure mum'll get Fred and George to do the washing up as punishment for some prank or other." Hermione laughed at this, "Like last night, when they set the brussel sprouts to explode when anyone at them!" They were both in stitches remembering the previous nights events, "Yes, precisely like that!" said Bill, enjoying the easy going conversation he had with Hermione.

Bill reached across her to grab a spare knife, catching her off gaurd. Her face was just inches from his, if she moved a couple of inches they could be kissing. Her blush started to rise on her face and chest, turning a lovely shade of pink. Bill quickly pulled away, there was an awkward silence as they continued to set the table, the lack of conversation lingering in the air. Just as Bill was about to apologise he caught a faint smell in the air, Hermione's arousal? The smell was intoxicating and he now felt quite proud of himself.

Other people arrived, members of the Order, family, friends, they all seemed the same to Bill. He caught Hermione blushing a few times when they made eye contact but apart from that there seemed no clear sign that she wished to continue their relationship or felt anything more than friendship for him. He allowed them to be swept in to the group conversation around them for the first time instead of holding their own more private conversation, he wasn't sure how this made him feel. Uneasy, excited, ignored? However, every so often he got a faint whiff of Hermione's arousal, normally after her blush had repeated itself.

"I like your dress tonight," commented Bill, smiling his approval of Hermione's choice of attire. "It goes well with your eyes." Her infamous blush was rising again as was the stirring below, "Um thank you," smiled Hermione, having never received such an adoring compliment even off Viktor or Ron, "I like your hair tied back like that." It was now his turn to blush, he stored that particular information in his mind, knowing he would be wearing it back more often.

"Now then you two, we'll have less of that!" shouted Remus across the table, taking great pleasure in the embarrassment he was causing his friends. Several people sat around the table turned to look at them, glancing at them with a mixture of laughter and skepticalism. Bill doubted that any of them had realised what had happened between himself and Hermione the past few weeks, he'd gotten better and better at making their relationship seem strictly platonic, even if it was otherwise. He knew certain people would have a problem with their relationship, Ron and Harry been at the top of his list. However he was getting ahead of himself now, Hermione didn't even know the seriousness of their relationship, or even if she'd want him like he wanted her.

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I'm hoping to keep posting as frequently as I have been! (: but never say never...
The next chapter will be continuing this night at the Burrow!