How to Play Nice by WeasleyForMe
Bill finds out that his new work assignment has him paired with Hermione. Can he learn how to play nice with her? Bill/Hermione
Hermione couldn't understand why Molly insisted on drawing out dessert for over an hour! She had baked a variety of pies that everyone enjoyed over coffee and tea.
Everyone, it seemed, except Hermione. She pushed a bit of pecan pie around on her plate, unable to eat any more. She had wanted to be alone with Bill since they were at King's Cross Station, but there was always someone or something preventing it. Currently is happened to be Molly's pies and a room full of eternally hungry Weasleys.
She slowed the motion of her fork and chewed on her lip. Why did she let herself get so involved? She should have never snogged him. It would have been much better if she could have carried out this work assignment while maintaining a relationship based on mutual annoyance with Bill. Now here she was, waiting to sneak outside after dinner. And for what? This was never going to work, and she needed to tell Bill as soon as they were in the orchard.
Bill cleared his throat rather loudly and stood, stretching. "Mum, your meal never disappoints, but I need to be heading out," he said without so much as a glance in Hermione's direction. He kissed his mother on the cheek, shook his father's hand and walked out the kitchen door with a wave.
Hermione's heart started to pound wildly, feeling like everyone was looking at her, expecting her next move.
"Hermione!"
"What?" she asked loudly, jumping slightly when Molly said her name. Ginny snorted, obviously aware of what Hermione and Bill were planning.
"Dear, did you not enjoy your dessert?" Molly asked, worry written on the older woman's face at the uneaten slice of pecan pie on the table.
"It was great!" Hermione tried to sound convincing as everyone around the table was looking at her. "I think I just had so much for dinner that dessert was a real stretch." She pretended to stifle a yawn. "Wow, it's getting late! Thanks for dinner, Molly!" Hermione said, hugging Mrs. Weasley and heading toward the door.
Kingsley chuckled. Ginny muttered, "Not fooling anyone." Fred and George shared kissy faces.
"More pie?" Arthur asked everyone, clearly oblivious.
Hermione alternated between rushing toward the orchard and forcing herself to walk with decorum. She smoothed her purple blouse along her sides and tried to make sure her curls were intact.
She entered the line of trees as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, and the shadows cast by the trees made it difficult to locate Bill.
"I was starting to think I'd been stood up," he said from close by, and Hermione spun around to face him. He was leaning up against an apple tree wearing a rather smug smile.
"I said I would meet you," Hermione quipped, trying her best to avoid being completely distracted by him.
He took a step toward her. "I'm happy you decided to come tonight," he said, his voice turning to a whisper as he tucked a curl behind her ear.
She could feel her resolve melting away. This was her last chance to say what was on her mind before it was too late. "Bill, I think we need to talk about work."
Bill smirked and shook his head. "Not another word about work until Monday," he said before silencing her for good with his lips.
Hermione instantly forgot why she was trying to postpone Bill's kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself onto her toes. He kissed her hard at first, but within moments he was gentler. He grasped her hips and held her against his body while he nibbled on her lips.
"I've been waiting to be alone with you, waiting for another chance to kiss you," he murmured against her lips. "Ever since we were in the train station, and especially since you got all feisty that day in the field."
Hermione's heart skipped a few beats, knowing how it felt to want his lips against hers as well. She grinned at him. "I'm not feisty!" she insisted halfheartedly as Bill pushed her gently until her backside came in contact with a tree trunk.
"Don't worry, I like it," he said with a wicked grin of his own as he looked at her lips. Hermione pulled on his collar until his lips returned to her own. She ran her fingers through his long hair, causing some strands to come loose from their tie as Bill pressed her further against the tree. His lips were perfect, and she was so enthralled by the way his large body had her pinned against the tree that she moaned softly.
When his fingers slid under the hem of her shirt, coming into contact with her skin, Hermione gasped, and Bill slipped his tongue into her hot mouth. He loved the way she responded to him as his tongue swept along hers.
She moved against him, seeking more pressure, more friction. Bill groaned as she pressed her chest against his, and her fingers sunk lower on his back.
"Bill," she whispered as his lips found her neck, and her eyes fluttered closed. She was barely breathing while Bill's lips and tongue drew a wicked pattern along her skin. She felt a tingle of desire fill her completely, and she brought her lips to meet his.
This kiss was long, involved, and surprisingly intimate for the short length of this new relationship. Hermione's hands found their way to Bill's rough unshaven, chin and continued to trace the scars that were scattered along his nearly flawless features.
Bill would have had a difficult time affording any other female permission to tough his face so intimately, but Hermione somehow made him feel like he was better than he actually was. He held her to him, not ready to let go despite the growing darkness.
He drew himself away from her kisses. "Hermione," he said quietly, not really sure how to express himself. She looked like a curly haired angel. Well almost; her swollen lips and lust filled eyes didn't help that cause.
Just as she smiled at him, the back porch light came on and flooded the yard in light. Tucked away in the trees, they realized their evening would need to come to an end.
Hermione slipped away from him, a look of apprehension creeping onto her face. "I need to go," she said, barely making eye contact with him.
"Wait," he commanded with some alarm in his voice. "Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked quickly, drawing her lovely eyes back to his face.
"I have plans. I'll see you on Monday, yeah?" she asked.
Bill nodded dumbly as he let go and watched her Disapparate away.
Yes to more snogging! We will see what Hermione's plans are soon.
Thank you to DZAuthor AKA DZMom for helping with story input! And thank you to Clover Bay for beta reading :)
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