Chapter 3 - Disclaimer: nothing is mine, sob!
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After dinner, Mrs Weasley as predicted ordered Fred and George to wash the dishes, which meant that everyone else assembled in the front living room. It was a bit of a squeeze and a lot of people ended up either sat on the floor or squashed in to a seat that was vacated by not just themselves. Hermione and Bill were sat next to each other, sandwiched in front of the gas fire, not much room for either them to spread out.
"Can you just shuffle over a bit?" asked Bill, his shoulders currently jammed in between Hermione and Kingsley.
"Oh sorry, yeah, one sec..." Hermione shuffled along the floor, trying to give Bill more space, "better?"
"Thanks, damn shoulders..." he muttered, Hermione giggled at his comment.
"Think its funny huh?" asked Bill, also finding the situation amusing however finding irritating Hermione that bit more amusing.
"No, well yes, well you are talking to yourself!" she said trying to talk her way out of the awkward position.
"I'm only yanking your wand!" he laughed, enjoying the look of realisation on her face.
"Bill Weasley! You and your manly shoulders can get squashed next time!" she replied, slightly exasperated.
Their conversation continued most of the evening, some of it sharp and quick-witted conversation you would expect from two bright individuals, some of it merely making fun of each other. Soon enough the night grew to a close, "Come on dear, time for bed," herded Mrs Weasley. Hermione rose from her spot next to Bill, stretching as she finally got some room.
"Night Bill." and with that she left the room presumably to the comfort of her bed.
"Night" he replied watching as she left, enjoying the sight of the pale milky skin she inadvertently showed as she stretched. That left Bill and few other people who he had neglected to notice through-out the night in the room, it was certainly late now, as the Burrow stilled.
An hour or so later, Bill found himself in the kitchen the only person left awake. As he mulled over the days events with a strong brew of firewhisky he heard light footsteps creeking down the stairs. As the door to the kitchen opened his suspicions were confirmed, it was his Hermione, wearing very little if he may say! "Me again," laughed Hermione, knowing Bill would be there. "Cant sleep either?" enquired Bill, knowing that even if he were to get in bed sleep would avoid him like it did every night since Fenrir, specifically with the full moon so close.
"No, there's too much going on up here." she said, tapping her temples in reference.
"Shock! The brightest witch of her age having a lot of thought, what ever shall we do?" he grinned.
"Oh shut up you!" she turned with her own cup of newly poured tea in her hand and tripped ungraciously over some over-sized boots that were in the middle of the carpet. The tea swayed precariously in the mug, a small amount splashing over the edge on to her hand. "Owww! Shit!" she shouted, the liquid burning her hand. Bill was out of his chair like a shot, pulling her dainty hand into his own much larger.
"Let's get this under the cold tap," he directed her hand towards the sink, removing the mug from her grip, having several younger brothers and a sister came in handy at times. He turned his back on her, searching through his mother's cabinet of potions, knowing she had some burn salve somewhere. "Got it," he spoke triumphantly, holding the tub of yellow paste in his hand like a trophy of sorts. As Hermione pulled her hand from under the tap, a blister was starting to surface on her skin. He started to slowly massage the paste on to the blister and edges of her palm, making sure the area was slathered with the stuff. "Doesn't smell too nice, does it." she commented, the horrible odour of the paste reflecting the unattractive colour. He moved his concentration from her hand up to her face, his eyes locking with hers.
"Bill..." she chocked, his eyes staring intently in to her own. His lips moving towards hers and she met him halfway, finally meeting in the middle. The kiss was soft and tender, Bill pulled her towards him moulding their bodies together. As Hermione pulled away Bill worried he might have read he wrong. "Um... sorry."
"Don't be, I've been waiting for this to happen for a while Bill." as she spoke her blush rose once again, their close proximity still at the front of her mind. "This might sound wierd, but I've felt a pull towards you recently, e-ever since we started spending time together." the end of her sentence came out as barely a whisper.
"We should talk about that..." he replied, hoping she'd still feel the same after his explanation.
I know we haven't seen much of Wolf-Bill, I'm hoping to fix that next chapter as Hermione learns whats really happening! (;
Sorry this was a bit shorter, I'm trying to work on the length of the chapters. Would you prefer for me to update as often as I have been with chapters this sort of length? Or update less frequently with longer chapters? Review and let me know! :D Hope you liked it!