A/N: The ongoing reviews inspired me to write two new chapters :) This one is your chicken soup version, where Bill once again shows up at interrupts inappropriately, but is more lovey.

The Leaky Caldron

"Hermione, Bill's doing fine, relax. Please, it's my hen night!" Angelina urged to get a fidget in response, but Hermione tried anyway, sipping her drink. She knew Bill was fine, he was a doting father who thought it was soothing to remind her he half raised his siblings and had a lot more baby practice than she had. Knowing his siblings, she was both comforted and alarmed by his reassurances, they'd told her far too many stories of his negligence.

Ginny giggled erratically at her side, "She's still pissed at Bill for being so sleep deprived he handed the baby to a red headed muggle by accident, just assuming it was Mum."

"She tried to steal my baby!" Hermione protested and took another sip of her drink, flushing with embarrassment.

"No, she cooed at the little one and looked utterly startled when he passed her the baby so he could cough." More erratic laughter, "Then you started screaming at her while Bill snatched the baby back and I helped drag you off."

"Shut up, Ginny." Hermione scolded as the other women at the table laughed. She sipped, desperately trying for a new topic. "How did George's stag night go, Angelina?"

She got rolled eyes, "He woke up in Wales and has no real idea what happened." She threw her voice across the Leaky Cauldron, "Professor McGonagall! Were you at George's stag party?"

"Briefly," She came over and took a sip of her gillywater, her mouth in a prim line. "I needed to return Charlie to the party."

This time it was Hermione who tried to stifle her giggles into Ginny's side, it was her wedding night when she found out Charlie had a long standing secret crush on his old Head of House and smacked one on her only to get himself smacked in return before getting gently told he was about 60 years too young. "Not again?"

Minerva looked into her drink and there was a tiny girlish flush of her cheeks, "It took awhile to sort out where he needed to be." What might have been the tiniest exhale of longing.

She took her leave and Ginny's voice was an excited whisper, "They did it when she took that de-aging potion for her portrait. Charlie flooed Bill over it, called her a wildcat in bed."

"Were you just creeping at my house?" Hermione hissed back, smiling at the waiter who was checking on them.

"No, It was when I went to see Bill at Gringotts so he could yell at the goblins for me." Ginny responded. Throwing her smile at the waiter, "We need doubles, immediately."

"She means Bill talked to the goblins so she wouldn't yell at them." Ginny pinched her. Hermione fell into the conversation and drinks, giggling in a lightness that broke when her husband showed up, baby in his arms, diaper bag over his shoulder. She stood panicking, "Bill?"

"She's fine, love." Hermione peered at her sleeping child just to check, pecking her forehead with a kiss to make sure there was no fever, wondering why Bill had put her in such a frilly mess of a dress when she'd been happily in a nighttime onesie.

He rocked her, depositing the baby bag into the empty seat, peering into his arms and smiling softly, "She wanted to come to girls' night." He paused, his face completely guilty. "I just need to talk to you…about my war trauma."

"War trauma." Ginny trilled, reaching out for the baby while Hermione tried not to flush. "Ang, give them the room key."

Bill took it, murmuring at his bundle before passing her to Ginny, while she silently seethed, trying to wait until they were out of earshot. "Bill!"

He winked at her. "I flipped through the book you're reading, it's filthy. You don't have to read that when you've got me, love."

"It's a historical drama." She argued, swatting at his hand. "Besides you bought it for me."

"I want to read it to you while I touch." His hand guiding her towards the stairs. Her stomach clenched in desire that sounded…just so hot. Bill's timbre saying those words, his breath hot against her ear, one hand squeezing and pinching, the other stroking and dipping into her.

She gulped at the image, at just how strongly the want was flooding her. "I'd..drop the book."

Bill winked at her, knowing what he'd just done, able to smell her sudden desire. "I'll levitate it then. I looked at the counters in the kitchen and I just missed it. Missed us." His voice was softly genuine, apologetic and almost pleading. "I know we're not supposed to yet and that I'm interrupting, but please just let me kiss you for a few minutes, love."

She had missed it too, and squeezed his hand. With the baby, with the exhaustion and everything else going on they seemed like ships passing in the night at times with only pecks here or there. He unlocked the door to the room and she suddenly wanted to thank him very much for the fact she couldn't remember the last time she'd raised a finger for their domestic life. She thought it was sometime around when she'd stopped being able to see her feet that Bill had simply picked everything up.

His voice was a murmur, "Always loved the Leaky Caldron, counters all across the bathroom."

When he lifted her onto the counter she slipped off and gestured at him, "I want you on there. It's your turn."

He looked confused so she simply nudged him against it, lips chasing his stubble and down his neck, hands slipping under his shirt to stroke the hard planes of his chest. He made a contented noise and she pushed his shirt up, letting him handle it as her hands drifted lower to his belt. She kissed him hard, pushing him to where the edge had to be digging into his back, one of her hands undoing his pants and the other pulling his head closer. He obliged her, tongues battling as he wound a hand into her hair and one down to her bum, "You look beautiful tonight."

She bit him in response, she was no such thing at the moment. He growled into her mouth, "I love when you get feisty. Mmmm and when you wear heels."

She squeezed his package, causing a light groan and the kiss softened into just a lovely mess of need and connection. This was their dance and it was her turn to sound contended as he held her close, their magic swirled gently together as their lips did. She pulled away after a few minutes and smiled at him, his one in return loving, before she began her descent to her knees. Hot kisses nipping down his neck, nibbling at the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder, licks to his scars, a nibble on his nipple causing him to murmur her name. Lower and lower she went, his hand fingering her hair the other stabilizing on the counter to try not to rush her. She swirled her tongue into his belly button and his hips jerked slightly and she smiled against him, hands grazing down to push them back against the counter as she licked her way lower and lower. She kissed all around him, nuzzling his thighs and worshipping the tender skin underneath his hipbones, closer and closer until his hand was completely tangled in her hair and his voice took on a rather desperate quality, "Please, love."

She looked up and met his eyes, dark blue with want and slowly kissed her way up his shaft. When she got to the tip he groaned, when she swirled her tongue he broke the intense eye contact, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back to enjoy the sensation letting out a completely primal noise. His hands were clenching the counter now to prevent from bucking or thrusting, one breaking to tangle in her hair as she began to move up and down his length. She pumped with her other hand, unable to take him in fully and when she hummed against him he couldn't stop the thrust. "Love, I won't last if you keep-." She did it again and he shut up.

That was exactly what she wanted and she increased her suction, upped her pace, using every trick she knew that would drive him insane. Looking at the state he was in turned her on an incredible amount, Bill's eyes got so blue they burned neon when he was near shattering, his jaw clenched in some desperate effort to hold on. It wasn't long until he cursed and came with a very strangled attempt at her name, she waited until he stopped pumping and reached to pull her up. He kissed her gently and lifted her back to the counter, "You didn't have to do that."

"You like it and I don't do it as much as you want." She murmured at him, pulling at him to sit with her. He hopped down to his denims on the floor, wand waving a bit and held something up triumphantly.

She groaned when she what it was, oh Godric she was in trouble. "I did say I'd read to you more often."

He pulled her against his chest in the same position he'd used so long ago to first start this obsession of his and levitated the book to where they could both see the words. His timbre was husky, "All you have to do love, is turn the page."

Her breath was shaky as he began reading into her ear, talking of swirling desire as his hands began to graze her, one running up her legs and teasing her thighs the other gently skimming her chest. His actions started to mirror the graphic scene he was narrating for her, fondling and peaking her nipples, fingers teasing her. She turned the page with shaky hands, glancing at them in the mirror, meeting his ocean eyes and she wondered if he'd memorized the damn thing as he kept her eye contact, words still flowing as he slid a finger into her and started to gently test her. She mewed at the contact, her hips urging for more. He obliged, confidence gaining as she didn't cry out in any sort of pain and she let her head fall back to his shoulder, completely forgetting about turning the pages as he spoke of a primal desire overtaking the characters. She was pulsing with pent up need, incredibly turned on by this new form of foreplay and could feel his own desire at her back as she thrust against his fingers. "Bill, I want you."

He kept reading, circling her clit with increased frequency and she started to thrash her head slightly in frustration at him not doing what she told him. He was at the part where the couple was thoroughly engaged and the stupid character was getting filled, "Do what the damn book says."

He chuckled and slipped a third finger into her, hooking them and dragging them down and she let out a cry at the abruptness of her release, her insides becoming a vice like grip on his fingers as she bucked against his hand, turning to bite at his neck. "Please."

He turned her and pulled her underwear off and kissed her softly as he slid gently in with a sigh of contentment, his magic swirling closer into hers as he pumped. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head back to lean his forehead against hers at the pure joy of joining with him like this again. He was smiling, nuzzling her nose and stealing long kisses. She felt his love cocoon her, the totality of the tenderness of his kisses overwhelm her and began to fall into him. She dropped into the rhythm of their love making, their bond, the sensations so in sync and feeling so perfect she didn't want it to end. Her body was burning with fire though, his desire sliding into and out of hers, the intertwined sensations driving them closer and closer to the end of the story. She adjusted her legs around him, changing his angle and reveled in his appreciative groan against her lips, giving him her hitching noises in response with each thrust. She was starting to shake from how much tension she was holding, his soft words sending her over the edge, "Love you."

She tumbled into him, felt him fall head first into what they shared right after her and they stayed there in their mixed state for a long time, reveling in each other. Bill finally kissed her tenderly one last time, before pulling away. "We should go back. Let me fix you up, my pearl."

She let him, watching him struggle with smoothing her hair, feeling completely content with her life, with the man she'd chosen. He pecked her, "It seems I have two girls who now get bedtime stories."

"How was it?" Ginny asked eyeing them as Bill picked took the baby from Alicia, giving his sleeping princess a kiss while Hermione shook her head at Ginny, "Oh, I told them, don't worry about that."

She flushed and shot Ginny a glare. "It was very sweet."

"Really? Because Charlie and I got stuck with the two of you night before full moon once and it was anything but 'sweet'." Ginny's voice was coated in sugar. Ginny wiggled her eyebrows at Angelina, "We barged in because we thought Bill was murdering her with all of the screams and crashes."

"Shut up, Ginny." She reached over and grabbed Ginny's drink, chugging it, not wanting to remember how embarrassed she'd been at Charlie and Ginny throwing the door open because Bill had shoved everything off the desk to get her on it.

Bill dropped a wink at the table, "Be nice, Gin. Thanks for watching her. We're off!"

"Have fun, love." He kissed her cheek softly, hand drifting down to squeeze her bum, completely not caring that she was embarrassed. Ginny just grinned as the other girls asked questions Hermione really didn't want to answer. Unfortunately, Ginny felt completely comfortable answering for her.

A/N: You know you want to review :) Up next is the Broom Shed and back to your regular amount of raunchiness.