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
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Once Kingsley had been caught up, the three of them started to discuss what was next. They decided to finish looking over the transcripts together.
"I think we should get an early start tomorrow and try to work out the location of the Carrows," said Bill, folding up the transcripts. "We might need some help from the Office of Magical Records to search through some addresses."
Hermione tried not to giggle when Kingsley's stomach growled. "Where is Dennis? He usually has little biscuits on his desk," muttered Kingsley looking to see if Dennis was sitting in the outer office.
"He's not here," Hermione said. "I gave him some hours off, and he seems to have taken further liberties."
"Ah, well, it's almost time for dinner anyway. Great work. I'll see you both tomorrow." Kingsley slipped from the room, leaving Bill and Hermione alone once more.
"There's just too much to consider here," Hermione muttered. "I'm really worried that more Muggle-borns could become involved here, Bill. Actually, the Creeveys are Muggles. We need to find Dennis tomorrow and make sure he's not in any trouble."
"We will find him tomorrow, but what you also need to start being concerned with your own safety, Hermione," Bill said seriously. "You're a Muggle-born too."
Hermione's eyes widened a little before returning to their normal shape. "I can take care of myself. It's not me that we need to worry about! This task is so important to me, and it always has been. We need to put an end to this."
"I'm not suggesting that you're not capable of defending yourself. I'm just stating the obvious!" Bill replied, crossing his arms.
Hermione's cheeks were stained pink, and she couldn't look at Bill. "Whatever, I'm going to walk home," she said, stuffing some papers into her briefcase.
"I don't think you should be walking home through London alone. You ought to floo home," he replied.
"I can walk home just fine!" she countered, glaring at him. "Besides, I already shut my floo connection off for safety."
"Well I'm glad you've been thinking reasonably about your safety," Bill said smugly. "I'll walk you home to make sure you get there securely."
Hermione stomped her foot. "I'll be fine!"
"Let's go," Bill said, unfazed by her behavior.
Hermione led the way out of the Ministry building at an impressive pace. Bill, being much taller than Hermione, didn't need to struggle to keep up with her. They walked silently for many blocks before Hermione shrugged at him and said, "If you insist on walking me all the way home, you can stay for dinner."
"Why thank you," Bill replied happily, earning an eye-roll and a small smile from Hermione.
"It's just up this block," she stated as they turned one last corner. Bill followed Hermione to a small porch where she unlocked the door to her apartment.
If he had to describe her apartment in one word, he would use the word 'books'. She had tomes crammed on every self in her sitting room and more were stacked next to the sofa and in the corner by the fireplace. Bill turned to look into the kitchen and saw several more books lined up on top of the refrigerator.
"Very impressive. If you didn't want to live here anymore, I'm sure Percy would love to move in. It looks like a library," he said, as he watched Hermione take off her jacket.
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Definitely. It's very you."
Hermione sighed. "Look Bill, I'm sorry that I always get argumentative with you. I don't know what it is, but you set me off and make me feel like I need to defend everything I say. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, it's just the way you make me feel," she added with a blush.
"It's definitely not a bad thing. I feel it too and it's actually pretty great," he said, wishing he could make himself shut up. "Sometimes you get under my skin so much, and even though I know you're right, I need to get my opinion across if it's the last thing I do. It's a challenge, just being around you. And I could watch you sing along to your Wireless every day for the rest of time and never tire of it. I was serious when I said that you are smart and beautiful and should settle for no less than an equally courageous Gryffindor."
Bill stood stark still, surprised by what he had just said, but also pleased by the smile on Hermione's face.
"Know where I might find one of those?" she whispered. Before he could stop himself, Bill grabbed her and kissed her hard, trying to prove his point without words.
Hermione responded immediately by wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to keep her balance. Bill's lips eased their aggression, and he tenderly kissed her while his hands came to rest on her hips before moving upward.
Bill gently tipped Hermione's chin back with his rough fingers, gaining further access to her hot mouth. Hermione sighed, and Bill used the opportunity to taste her tongue with his own. Pressing onto her toes, Hermione pulled his body against hers, but she still needed more contact.
As one of her hands found its way to the top buttons of his shirt, her other fingers wound through his long hair, roughly pulling some ginger strands loose from their tie. She paused to take a deep breath and inhaled the delicious scent of his skin as she clung to his body.
Bill eased back further and shook his head. "Hermione, this is wrong. We decided… while working together….that we shouldn't…"
"I don't care," Hermione replied, pulling his lips back to hers forcefully.
Bill complied with a grin, allowing his hands to roam over her body freely. "Okay, you're the boss," he whispered when Hermione's lips moved to one of the long scars on his neck where she teased his flesh with the tip of her tongue.
"Hmm, no arguments from you? I am shocked," she managed to say between kisses. The scent of his shave lotion, applied hours previously, was distracting. She released his neck and worked the rest of his shirt buttons as quickly as she could before pushing Bill down onto the sofa.
He peeled off his shirt and Hermione glared at his undershirt. "You're wearing too many clothes," she muttered as she climbed onto his lap.
"So are you," he said as her lips met his once more, but he made no move to remove any of the clothing yet. He wanted to savor every moment.
With Hermione perched on his lap, she had clear access to his torso, which she undressed completely. He small hands were warm and welcome on his chest as she kissed him. He ran his fingers through her soft hair as she explored his body with her hands and lips. While she was distracted, he undid the buttons of her blouse and pulled the fabric away to reveal a delicate white lace bra that did not conceal the pink of her nipples. He gently ran his fingers across her breasts, and she jerked her body.
"Oh!" she gasped against his mouth, before thrusting her tongue more fervently against his. Bill took her shirt off and he could feel Hermione grind her hips against his, adding to his already heightened arousal. A jolt of lust surged through his body, and he grabbed her hips pulling them back against his. He carefully unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of her discarded blouse.
"Bill," she moaned, enticed by the way his manhood felt even through several layers of clothes. "Let's go to bed."
She didn't have to tell him twice; Bill scooped her up, cupping her bum with both hands and holding her in place where she was kissing his neck. "Which room?" he asked as he stumbled down the hallway with her clinging tightly to him.
"On the left," she replied, and they turned toward her bed. Bill deposited her on the mattress and quickly unfastened his jeans. He took a moment to look at her in the dim light that was filtered through the curtains as night approached. He thought back to the photo of her at his wedding, twirling in her blue dress. He had frequently thought about her naked body recently, but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing.
He locked eyes with her as she scooted up toward the top of the bed. He was mesmerized. Her breasts bounced pleasantly as she pulled off her own trousers and knickers and tossed them to the floor.
"Come here," Hermione commanded, and Bill quickly finished removing his jeans and boxers before climbing into bed with her. She sucked in a deep breath when suddenly his large form was over top of her, pinning her to the bed. She barely caught her breath again before his lips moved against hers.
Bill's left hand found its way to her soft hair, but right hand blazed a wicked trail around her left breast before finding her nipple. Hermione's body bucked beneath him, and Bill broke their kiss. He seemed to smile as his lips moved to the side of her neck, and his fingers trailed lower to her tummy before gently rubbing along the apex of her thighs.
An unintelligible word bubbled to Hermione's lips as Bill slid one rough finger along her intimate folds while his thumb rubbed her most sensitive spot. All the while his lips never eased their assault of her lips and neck.
Bill prepared his length for her body, and Hermione braced herself as he pushed himself inside her, filling her completely. She felt overwhelmed, so small and young under this rugged, older man as he teased and pleased her body. Hermione focused her gaze on Bill's face as he withdrew himself and thrust into her once again, and she felt more empowered. The man she wanted desired her as well.
Hermione pulled his lips down against hers, and she looped her left leg around Bill's hip, pulling him deeper still. Bill grunted his approval as she ground her hips up against his over and over. As they fell into a rhythm, Hermione's pleasure mounted. Bill's mouth found its way to her breasts, and she gasped as his teeth and tongue took turns making her shake with pleasure.
"Are you close?" Bill asked, pausing before flicking her furled nipple with his tongue. "I'm close," he admitted, and his hot breath against her sensitive skin sent pleasure to her core.
"Yes," she hissed. Then she felt Bill's fingers on her clit again, and she cried out. Her release erupted to the surface, and she arched her back as Bill pumped into her three more times before collapsing on top of her, he ginger hair tickling her face. Hermione's orgasm rung in her ears as her body started to ease back to normal from a state of heightened pleasure. She took a few deep breaths before licking her slightly swollen lips.
"I think we found something we can do well without arguing," she managed to say in a somewhat shaky voice.
Bill's deep laugh next to her ear made her shiver as his hand came to rest on her tummy. Like clockwork, her stomach let out a loud rumble. "That's what you get for choosing dessert before dinner," Bill said before kissing her earlobe.
Hermione bit her lip and smiled. "What do you say we get cleaned up, make dinner, and then go for another round of 'dessert'?
Bill heartily agreed with her plans.
There's nothing wrong with taking some time out for smut. I decided to be nice and not give you a cliffhanger this time. Now it's your turn to be nice... this story is so close to 300 reviews... let's get it there!