A/N: We're back for more, love the reviews and the follows :). Set sometime after the end of Shifting Tides and a rather rough cut, dedicated to the person who wants the smooches in that story.

The Counter: Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom

Hermione was trying to scribble down what Professor Flitwick was saying and ignore the little dancing note on her thigh Ginny had sent. There was a knock at the door and not looking up she grabbed the annoying note and ripped it open, "Luna wants to know-"

Then she heard his familiar whispered voice and glanced up, Bill was there, conversing in low urgent tones with Professor Flitwick, his eyes only for her. She started to rise automatically, finding Ginny doing the same, the words 'war trauma', 'just a few minutes', floating back to them. "Hermione, you're excused. Please return to your seat, Ginny."

Anxious she rushed out after him, leaving her schoolbag behind. "Bill, what's wrong?"

His arm slipped around her and he began guiding her, giving her a guilty look. "I thought about it. I know I'm not supposed to, but I did."

"Bill!" She whacked him in the chest, her voice dropping to a hiss as she pulled him in a different direction. "Couldn't you wait until tonight?"

"No. You know how I get this time of the month." His hand slipped down to her bum.

"You can't just show up and claim you have a war trauma just to.. well you know." She hissed, utterly outraged. "What if I'm missing something that will be on my NEWTs?"

"Yes, I can, because it is. It happened during the war when my brain was on loop, not my fault it got burned in. I'll tutor you and you can use Ginny's notes." His hand was squeezing.

"Bill. This is ridiculous, I'm at school!" Another hiss as she batted his hand away.

"Yes and you're already turned on. I can smell it." He whispered back, despite the fact they were the only two people in the hallway, hand coming right back to her bum.

"It's… you've conditioned me to be!" She was utterly annoyed with him, hating that he made her admit it. He wasn't supposed to think about the counter in the first place and sure as hell wasn't supposed to drag her out of class.

"Your body knows it'll get pleasure on the counter, not my fault." He was winking at her, damn him. His fingers grazing her, "I'm going to shove my face up your skirt."

"Don't talk dirty in the hallways." She scolded him, "There are children here."

"You're going to beg." Bill sounded delightedly determined and she knew, oh Godric, she knew he could make her do it.

"Bill! Stop talking like that." She shoved his hand away again, it came right back, his lips ghosting her ear in a kiss.

Bill ignored her as they turned into the hallway leading towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, his hands already fiddling with the clasps to her robe. "I want you to leave the tie and skirt on. Mmm, and the stockings."

"Bill, are you even listening to me?" She was so aggravated with him, she should be in class, not feeling deliciously dirty about what she was about to do with Bill. Even if she went back now she wouldn't be able to pay attention.

"Mmm, and squeal and bite." Another infuriating wink, "I'lll listen when you're moaning, love." Another whisper in her ear, he glanced around and simply threw her over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom.

"Bill!" He ignored her screech of outrage and she hung upside down as she heard him create an 'Out of Order' sign, lock the door and throw up a silencing charm. "You know I don't like it when you carry me like this."

"Yes, you do." He argued and he was right, she did. He'd spent so much time gently carrying her when she first went to Shell that she loved when he got a little rough now. He carried her to the counter and promptly set her down, letting out a small sound of anticipation as he did so. Before she could protest further his lips were on hers, one hand tangling in her hair, the other roughly undoing the rest of the clasps on her robe. Her hands started to ghost over him, taking in the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs. Lower and lower, Godric, he was hard as a rock. She opened her legs and used her hands to pull his hips closer, biting his lower lip and sucking on it.

As he pushed her robe off she managed to take a breath and mumble, "How long did you wait?"

"Forever." His lips attacked hers again for a time, his fingers starting to undo the buttons of her shirt, eventually his lips pulled from hers and kissed across her cheek to her ear, "Three hours. Tried to take care of it myself."

"No luck?" She was already starting to get breathless as his teeth fiddled with her earlobe. She both hated and loved when Bill got like this. Her body always treacherously betraying her at his ocean eyes and hard muscles.

"No, just got harder thinking about what I'm going to do to you." He was pushing her shirt off and groaned into her ear at realizing she'd forgotten a bra. "So perfect." Slightly strangled, "Godric, the tie."

She glanced down, her school tie was hanging right between her breasts and back at Bill's face suffused with lust. She reached out and grabbed his shirt, ripping it over his head. "Don't stare like a schoolboy." He leaned down and bit her ear hard enough she yelped and went directly back to just enjoying the view, "You owe me for this."

His breathing changed and under his intense scrutiny one of her hands went up to try and cover her chest, she knew he'd seen better. He caught it and was back at her, one hand groping her breast, his lips attacking her neck in an almost animalistic fashion. She let out a little noise as he started to nip where her neck joined her shoulder, his next words a promise against her skin. "Three for one."

She groaned in anticipation, feeling herself get wetter already. Bill's favorite rule, and hers too, that she got three orgasms for every one of his. She didn't entirely get the math, but she wasn't complaining either. His lips were moving lower, tongue running across her scar before circling her nipple in smaller and smaller circles until he reached the bud and licked frantically. "Bill…"

He gave into her request, sucking as his hand kneaded her, his other slipping down under her skirt, fingers stroking her over her underwear. "Mmm. Already soaked."

When she started to breathe erratically, she shoved his face over to her other neglected nipple and he nibbled on it, teeth pinching just enough to tinge the pleasure with a touch pain. She gave a little moan at his continued attentions, at the way his tongue seemed to be making every nerve ending in body stand to attention. He responded to her moan by ripping her underwear off. "Oops."

"I liked those." She managed to tell him as he came back up to shove his tongue in her mouth, kissing her deeply. She wound a hand in his hair, holding him there and enjoying the roughness of tongues and nips, of sucking his lower lip so hard he moaned, of kissing so hard their teeth clanged.

"Me too. I'll buy you more." He murmured and pulled away, dropping to his knees and throwing one of her legs over his shoulder. He trailed kisses along her thighs, some chaste and fluttering, some open mouthed and hot until she thought she would burst in anticipation. The sweet relief of his tongue finally slipping into her folds had her cry out at its loving touch. He dipped it into her, thrusting a few times as he tasted her juices, before sliding it up and down her length. Her stomach was already knotted with anticipation, her nerves flooded with desire by the time he settled his attentions on her nub. Tongue circling it slowly, flicking it, nibbling as his fingers started to thrust in her. Dimly she heard his belt buckle undone and his pants going down, but her world was moans and the utter sensation of him pausing to blow on her clit to make her shiver. Her volume increased at the rush of cold air and his head popped out of the skirt for a moment and he grinned at her, "I'm listening now, love."

Before she could even fathom a response, he was back at it and she could feel him smiling and she shoved his face closer. He was licking rapidly now, his fingers increasing their rhythm. He hooked them and she moaned as he hit the spot, all of the spots. "Bill, I'm going to-"

Then she was exploding into pieces and Bill was pinching her clit to extend the orgasm as he rapidly shifted to shove himself into her clenching insides. It made her moan turn to a shriek of passion, feeling the sudden stretched fullness she'd been craving. He pumped roughly for a minute before slowing down to an almost glacial pace, pulling himself all the way out and reentering her centimeter by centimeter. It was glorious and excruciating as he held her hip down on the counter to prevent her from thrusting back. Bill's love of the tantric method went on and on until she was reduced to begging, murmuring a mixed litany of "Please" and "Faster."

"No, love. Open your eyes and look." She did, letting him turn her head towards the mirror. She could see her leg over his shoulder, see each tortuous entry into her body, breasts jiggling, skirt bunched around her waist, his ocean eyes stormy with pleasure and desire. They both loved watching him fuck her, her coil was tightening again, her muscles so tense with feeling each bit of him rub against the spot and seeing him do it.

"Touch yourself for me." His command was laced with need and she obliged, shifting her weight so she could slide a finger down to her clit. He groaned as she started to rub it, having to pause his slow strokes to take a few shaky breaths, before resuming his pace. She looked back to the mirror and felt powerful seeing him like this. He was staring at her intensely, completely helpless with need, sweating with effort to thrust slowly, unaware that each breath had a small moan from the back of his throat. The coil that had been slowly tightening abruptly let loose and she felt the slowly built and long lasting orgasm take her. Those noises filling the bathroom were from her as she reached up to clutch at his shoulders, hips bucking wildly and Bill finally answered her pleas and started to thrust into her hard and rapid. All she could do was hang on to not fall off the counter, she started to come down and he shifted his position, slamming instead directly into the spot. She got louder and drug her nails down his back, her mouth finding his shoulder to try and muffle the cries of pleasure she was letting out with each slam. She clenched her legs around him driving him deeper and went off the final edge so hard she thought she might black out. There was nothing but the two of them, her entire body clenching in love and pleasure around him, as she screamed into his shoulder, teeth sinking in.

His cry of release was strangled, his thrusts erratic, his breathing hard and after he cradled her close, shoving his face into her hair and started to mumble. She could taste blood in her mouth, Bill's words coming in fragments 'amazing', 'incredible', 'so tight'. This was one of her favorite parts, the come down as their breathing slowed, where either she was simply too incoherent to understand everything he was saying or he was just reduced to fragments instead of thoughts or sentences. His hand started to stroke her hair, pushing the sweaty strands off of her neck and face, lips moving to her ear in something they would both understand. "I'm the luckiest man alive." Kiss. "I love you so much. Thank you."

"Love you too." She would manage, kissing where she bit his shoulder. He kept stroking her hair for a time, simply holding her as her thighs shook and she could feel the tremors running through his buttocks under her legs.

When he stopped shaking, he held her for another minute before he gave her a squeeze and pulled away. "Let me get you cleaned up."

Still limp as a noodle she would let him, she'd learned early on with Bill that this was a sort of ritual for him, his need to take care of her overwhelming him at times. He wanted to clean her, wanted to redress her, wanted to utterly pamper her after pleasure. He'd once promised to cherish this gift and cherish he did to the point where even she knew she was utterly spoiled rotten. Her thoughts were drifting, Bill was going to be absolutely wild tonight, which meant massages, chocolates, breakfast in bed and whatever her moon present was this month. She tuned back in as he finished the last button on her shirt and adjusted her tie. "There."

He leaned back in and kissed her chastely and she noted he had his pants back on. "I think you should take the rest of the day off, love."

"I have class." She murmured, leaning into his chest, wanting to stay there forever. This was home.

"Yes, but do you want to sit in class with no knickers looking like you've been thoroughly fucked?" Bill's voice had started out gentle and then gotten very smug as he held up her torn panties.

She didn't let go of him, turning instead to glance at the mirror, trying to focus her eyes. While she was properly dressed, her hair was a sweaty mess and her eyes were at half mast. She conceded, "Can I call it a war trauma?"

"Absolutely." He pulled her off the counter and grabbed his shirt, pocketing the panties as he did so. "You can get Ginny's notes."

"Ginny takes pot notes." She murmured at him as she shrugged into her robe, she needed a very long nap. He slipped an arm around her, holding a bit of her weight for her still trembling thighs, "Then get a Ravenclaw's. You need rest, love, tonight is a full moon so we'll be back at it. Hope you did your homework, I do want you to get some sleep tonight."

"I did." They left the bathroom and found Ginny sitting outside, two book bags by her, flipping through Witch Weekly. She glanced up and took them in, "About time. You two need a better silencing charm, one that doesn't break. You could hear you from the other corridor."

Hermione felt herself flush and Ginny gave her a wicked grin, "I redid it, twice I may add, but by the time I got here Peeves was telling first years there's a reason it's called Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."

Hermione held a hand to her face in utter mortification. "I need you to try and take real notes for the rest of the day, Ginny."

"Oh, if you're not going to class then there's no way in hell I am. I did this part of the year already. We'll borrow Luna's." Ginny replied standing and handing both bags to a very amused Bill.

"Ginny." Hermione started to protest.

"Nope. Bill had a war trauma and I had to pitch a fit to be able to follow you two to check on my clearly upset brother." She grinned. "Bill, I'm going to give you a list of classes I'm bored in as long as you'll skivv me out of class too. I've got to train up for professional quidditch tryouts."

"Deal, Gin." Bill patted his sister on the head.

"Bill!" Hermione protested as they started down the hallway and responded by reaching down and grabbing her bum. She sighed, "If I fail my NEWTs it's going to be your fault."

"The only reason you would ever fail NEWTs is if I interrupt them." Bill told her with a wink.

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