Prompt: Interrupted by someone (and written from that point of view)
Title: Big Brother
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I´m just playing and enjoying with them.
A/N: My beta is wonderful :)
Big Brother
Where the hell have these two gone? How the BLOODY hell could they have left their wands downstairs and just run off to snog? After all that's happened….
"Ron… RON!"
The unmistaken moans coming trough the bathroom's door made Bill stop abruptly.
Moans.
From the bathroom.
What the fuck? Have they gone totally MENTAL? Are they shagging inside mum's pristine, perfect, disinfected loo? With his family in the back yard? With HER family in the back yard? Ronnienkins, you're so dead…
As Bill was ready to energetically knock on the door with the best intention of saving a life, the moans developed into soft cries and he felt like a git for thinking about interrupting them.
But they are going to get caught! They are going to break the spells that keep this house in place if they continue with all that racket! Can they really be THAT randy?
Confused sentences filled the air.
"Please…"
"Miss you so much..."
"Love your cock…"
"Brilliant tits..."
"YES…!"
"Lick me…"
"My heart…"
"Love you…"
"Love you…"
"Love you!"
Yes, they are… and completely lovesick!
Now the voices were louder and Bill –a married man, an experienced married man- was starting to blush. He heard whimpers followed by, "How they call this position in Kamasutra?" Then, passionate screams and whimpers once again.
Where did they learn that? FLEUR and ME don't know that! How many times have they shagged? WHERE have they shagged with Hermione locked at Hogwarts?
He knew he looked totally ridiculous pacing in the hall like a possessed man but he needed to do something before anyone, a lot less understanding, come in looking for the birds.
"RON!"
Rushed whispers came from inside among embarrassed murmurs.
"Merlin!"
"Where is my wand?"
"My bra…!"
"Shhh, I'll go, love."
Always protecting his girl, my brother. Bill couldn't avoid the rush of pride washing over him.
The pride quickly changed to amusement when the door opened and a fierce Ron faced him.
"What is it, Bill? Hermione and I, we needed to talk… in private."
"I see. So... did you finish?"
"NO!" The answer came in a hurried groan.
"The talking?"
"No," Ron repeated, now calmer.
Bill swallowed hard. It wasn't always nice playing the role of the big brother. Especially playing it in front of a walking tent pole.
"I'm sorry, mate, but Mum is looking for you. I suggest you two go down there before she comes up here."
"Yeah, I know. I'm coming."
Easy joke there, Ron.
"No, you're not."
They couldn't avoid laughing.
Looking at his baby brother's frustrated face; Bill decided he needed to help.
"I was thinking… we're visiting Fleur's for Christmas, and Shell Cottage will be empty. Maybe Hermione and you could house-sit for us for a couple of days? You could finish… uhm… your talk there."
Look at that grin! I've made a man really happy.
The answer was obvious, cheerful, and without delay.
"It'll be a pleasure. Thanks, Bill."
"Any time, little brother, any time."