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Bill usually woke up earlier than Hermione and, even though it was very difficult to get to sleep after he had finally plucked up the courage to kiss her the night before, he managed to keep up with their routine and get her tea ready before she left her room.
When she arrived in the living room, the red-haired man, who was sipping his coffee, gave her a shy smile, which she awkwardly returned. There was nothing very different about her on that Wednesday morning, she was wearing the kind of clothes she usually wore to work, her curls falling over her shoulders but soon to be tied up in a bun, and her traditional heels. But to the redhead, she looked beautiful. Even more than before. She approached the kitchen counter and sat down on the stool, facing Bill.
The wizard's keen senses reassured him that the witch had hardly regretted their kiss, she was just nervous. Which he could completely understand, since he was nervous himself.
"I... I must confess I don't know how to act after… Well, yesterday" she confessed, and he got up from where he was and walked round the counter to stand in front of her. She looked up to meet his eyes, and found the blue orbs surrounded by small wrinkles caused by his smile.
"We don't have to change anything if you don't want to", he replied.
She looked at him and Gods, he was… Everything. Handsome on the outside, and even more beautiful in the inside. How could she just ignore the kiss that made sparks run through her body the night before? It would be impossible, because she wanted another kiss. She wanted all the kisses he would give her.
"I don't think that's possible" she whispered and brought her hands up to Bill's hair, pulling him by the back of his neck.
In less than a quarter of a second, he returned her kiss. He put his coffee cup down on the counter and wrapped his arms around her waist. She moved her knees apart so that he could fit between her legs and feel him closer to her. Her kiss tasted like toothpaste mixed with his black coffee breath, which Hermione found just perfect. Bill was kissing her more calmly than the night before, but that didn't stop the witch from feeling her legs go completely limp, and she was grateful to be sitting on the stool and firmly held by his arms. Otherwise, she thought her balance would betray her.
"I'll take that as permission and kiss you all the time", Bill whispered against her lips and she smiled.
"Perfect" she replied, and he sealed his mouth against hers gently for a last kiss before pull away and reach for her cup of tea.
The two of them ate breakfast together, side by side. Hermione believed that, from that moment on, it would be impossible to stay away from him and considered that even the smallest distance between them would be too far. Bill said goodbye to her with one last kiss in front of the fireplace and waited for her to use the Floo first. The witch arrived at the Ministry with a smile from ear to ear, but, for the first time, she started work just hoping to get it done for once so that she could get home to Bill.
Unfortunately, that day had been busier than any other, as Hermione was juggling her official work at the Department with her unofficial project against the Marriage Law. Her office was a complete mess, although it was sort of organised, given the countless piles of paper scattered across the furniture and floor and three quick-quotes quills writing her thoughts on many parchments floating around the room.
As for Bill, the day was no calmer. Gringotts was gigantic and he was just on the first floor reinforcing the security of the vaults with his colleagues. Some aurors had been summoned to investigate the attempted break-in, but Bill only came across them in the corridor. However, he worked all day with a smile on his face.
When the clock struck three in the afternoon, Bill decided to take a break for lunch and, as soon as he arrived at the bank front door, he received a patronus from Hermione telling him that she would be home later than usual. The wizard couldn't help but let his smile falter a little, as he was looking forward to seeing her at the end of the day and seeing how far their relationship could go. He walked along Diagon Alley and decided to stop by George's shop and see how things were going. The younger Weasley was happy to see his brother and, in some way that Bill would never know, realised that something was just different.
"Did you have a good night?" George smirked, opening the shop door to let Bill out before him. The two of them were going to have a late lunch at a small wizarding restaurant nearby.
"I had a good morning" the older man replied, avoiding the younger's gaze, but realising that he was grinning.
"You had sex, didn't you? Morning sex is always the best", George said, and Bill continued walking with his hands in his pockets without answering. "YOU DID IT! MERLIN, YOU DID IT!"
"We didn't do it, shut up".
"But you've done something" the youngest continued. "You've got that look on your face".
"What look?", Bill stopped and looked at George, who was only a few centimeters shorter.
"The same face I made when Angelina finally agreed to make out with me in the secret passageway of the Tapestry" the shorter redhead replied, looking at his brother expectantly. "So?..."
"We kissed", Bill confessed, and smiled involuntarily as he remembered the kisses they'd exchanged since the night before.
"That look long enough", George commented, and saw the older man raise an eyebrow. "Oh, Billy, please. Yesterday it was obvious that something was going on between you two, I thought you'd been having sex for ages. I can't believe I owe Ginny five galleons! If she asks, can you tell her you've been exchanging fluids for longer? She's unbearable when she wins a bet".
Bill laughed out loud. It was obvious that George would come up with any reason for a bet.
"Hermione will kill you both if she finds out you've made a bet", the long-haired man replied.
"Yeah, she will", George commented, shrugging. "But maybe you can help me with that. Nothing a few bites and hickeys on her neck during the full moon won't solve. I can't wait to see Hermione as red as pepper when she turns up at the Burrow with marks on her neck".
Contrary to what the younger redhead had expected, Bill didn't laugh. On the contrary, he closed his face and continued walking in silence with his hands in his pockets. It was obvious that his shoulders were tense.
"Did I say something wrong?" George asked, worried. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong, Bill. It was supposed to be a joke, you know? Leaving her with marks like Fleu... forget it".
"I'm not going to do anything to Hermione during the full moon", Bill replied, shaking his head as if to chase some thoughts away.
Full moons with Fleur were some of Bill's hardest memories. It all started on the second moon, when he had recovered from Greyback's attack and the two were already living together at the Shell Cottage. The redhead wasn't used to all the fury, possession and violence that the moon influence could cause him, and ended up having a rather violent night with his then wife-to-be. But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst was that Fleur had enjoyed it. The next day, Bill woke up feeling like a monster, but the witch was happy.
This situation continued for a few months after the wedding, and the redhead felt worse and worse each time. He hated losing control, he hated being violent, he hated feeling so different from what he knew he really was. The war had eased things a little, since the two of them barely had any time with each other. Bill was always busy with the Order, while Fleur divided her time between England and France to check on her family.
Everything went downhill when the redhead decided to put an end to it and refused to share a bed with her during the full moon. Fleur was furious. It was the first time he had witnessed her quarter of Veela side that was usually hidden away. Remembering it was conflicting for Bill. What Fleur loved most about Bill was what he hated most about himself. She didn't even looked for him out of the full moon. She didn't even looked at him.
His ex-wife liked to feel all the bestiality that the moon gave him, but she couldn't bear to look into his face and see the beast that Bill had become. Fleur wanted violence, but she was disgusted by the scar that had given him that violence. And when he decided to act on it, to keep his distance, she cheated on him for months on end until she finally filed for divorce. She didn't look at him when she gave him the papers. And even eight years after the divorce, Bill still wore a beard to hide the scar.
"I'm sorry, mate" George asked, sighing, as they pulled up in front of the restaurant. He took a breath, trying to soften the aura between the two of them. "I just wish you good luck tonight. Because I really think that if you don't take a big step today, Mione will".
"I'll keep that in mind", Bill snorted.
The two had lunch in a lighter mood. George told him about Roxanne's mischiefs, which made Angelina grow a few white hairs.
"Angelina complains on nothing, really. Mum suffered twice as much with us", George commented.
The younger redhead expressed his desire for another child, in order to give his daughter a partner in crime, just like him and Fred. He commented that he would like his son to be named after his late brother. He joked that Harry and Ginny would probably follow in their parents' footsteps and put seven little Potters into the world and make a Quidditch team, which, according to him, would be unfair to their cousins who would be outnumbered.
Bill laughed at each of his brother's comments and kept thinking that perhaps, one day, he would be healed enough from his pain to put a child of his own into the world. The prospect of that child being fifty percent Hermione brought a smile to his lips. He didn't want to think about it too much and create any expectations, but he was finding it very difficult not to imagine his future with her.
Back at work, Bill had parts of the subject with George still stuck in his head and decided to check the calendar.
"Shit" he cursed when he saw that the full moon was the next night. Which meant that from that very night onwards, some of the moon's effects could already be manifesting.
He couldn't help the frustrated sigh that escaped his lips. He was looking forward to getting home and perhaps continuing what they had interrupted the night before, but luck didn't seem to be on his side. No matter how much he wanted Hermione, he wouldn't give in to the beast inside him.
He couldn't, and wouldn't, repeat what he'd experienced with Fleur. The mere thought of scaring Hermione with this side of him made him flinch. However, he couldn't help but harbour the slightest possibility that he wouldn't be influenced by the full moon that very night and would be able to finish what they started.
"You just forget that she has to want it too, don't you, Bill?" the redhead muttered to himself.
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As soon as Hermione looked at her watch and saw that it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, she decided to call it a day. She was tired and hungry, but when she remembered that she was going to get home to Bill, a rush of anxiety ran through her veins and any fatigue simply fled her body.
She arrived at the flat and immediately smelt the delicious aroma of something baking in the oven. The radio was playing a Muggle tune and she could hear Bill humming the melody in his low, deep voice in the kitchen. She smiled to herself and made her way to the kitchen, finding the red-haired man in an apron, his hair in a low ponytail, decorating a platter of roast beef with some colourful vegetables.
"How was work?" he asked, turning and giving her a smile.
"How did you know I was here?" she retorted, moving closer to him to see the beautiful dish he was preparing for dinner.
"I can smell you", he shrugged. "One of the skills Greyback left me".
She didn't reply, and he crouched down to put the dish back in the oven and let the vegetables get a little brown. Before he could think too much into it, he turned to her and pulled her in for a kiss on the lips.
"I hope I smell as good as the food you're cooking" she commented amusedly as soon as he let her go. He stared at her and his blue eyes darkened slightly.
"You smell much better", he replied, and she felt her face blush.
Bill offered her a glass of wine and the two of them started chatting about work while dinner was cooking in the oven. The redhead preferred to keep the conversation light, just in case. The redhead had set a beautiful table, the two plates facing each other, low lighting and a flower arrangement in the center of the table. The witch smiled as she realised that he probably wanted dinner to look like a date. When the food was ready, he served Hermione, who pulled out her chair and plate to stand next to Bill, and he felt victorious at having confirmation that she did, in fact, want to be close to him.
"Whenever you cook, I think it's the best food I've ever eaten, but you always end up surprising me" she smiled after the second bite. He laughed.
"I'm glad to hear that", he replied with an inquisitive but amused look. "At least this way I can make sure you eat something, don't I, Mrs Weasley?"
"I'll never get used to being called Mrs Weasley" she laughed, "I feel so old!
- You're the youngest lady I've ever met," he laughed. "I feel so old!"
"I'm the old one", he teased.
"You're not old!" she repeated what she had said the day before, and he moistened his lips, staring at her.
"I don't mind being old", he replied, bringing his face closer to hers. "Especially when I know that makes me your type".
"You'll never let that go, will you?"she laugh, feeling her face hot.
"Never" he replied, dropping his cutlery on his plate and swivelling his chair to face her. He moved his thumb to her lower lip and wiped a few drops of sauce from the meat. "You always get your lips dirty".
Hermione saw that Bill was staring at her lips with his eyes darkened by his dilated pupil, and she felt a tug in her navel. Normally, she would have blushed. But at that moment, seeing the desire in his eyes, and feeling a growing desire inside herself, she didn't blush.
"I like it when you clean them", she whispered, and Bill's eyes went even darker. He could hear the pounding of her heart and was mesmerised by her red lips. Unable to control his impulse any longer, he pressed his mouth to hers.
Hermione responded to the kiss with intensity, burying her fingers in his long hair, which caused the wizard to let out a low growl. He pulled her down so that she sat on his lap, one leg on either side of his body. Bill squeezed her arse with one hand, while the other undid the bun in her hair. The witch gasped against his mouth. The kiss was intense, but not rushed, and tasted of wine and the rum sauce he had seasoned the meat with.
The sweet smell of his skin, mixed with the odor of the tobacco he had probably smoked earlier, invaded Hermione's nostrils and scrambled her senses. Bringing both hands to her arse, Bill rose from the chair and led her to the door of her bedroom. The door was closed and he pressed her against the solid piece of wood. The redhead pulled the hem of her shirt out of her trousers and she felt his rough fingers tracing the length of her belly until they reached her breasts. When the witch moaned and the smell of her wetness invaded the wizard's nostrils, something awoke inside Bill and he felt like he was going to lose control.
He wanted to rip her clothes off and bury himself in her right then and there. However, that simple thought was enough to set off the alarm inside his mind, and he reluctantly broke the kiss and took a step backwards, pulling his hand out of her blouse. Bill stood with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath, his forehead pressed to hers.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, and he could sense that she was worried. He opened his eyes only to meet her confused gaze
"No" he assured her, holding the witch's face between his hands and caressing her cheek with his thumb. "The full moon is tomorrow and I don't… I don't want to hurt you".
She felt relief. He wasn't rejecting her, he was afraid of losing control and hurting her. Hermione had already seen what he was capable of during the full moon, but she wasn't afraid. She wanted him so much, and even though she knew that the moon's influence could make him violent, she doubted that such a sweet and caring man could hurt her in any way.
"You're not going to hurt me", she replied, kissing his lips lovingly and resting her hands on top of his. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths as he felt Hermione distributing small kisses all over his face. That restlessness inside his chest, that roaring, was subsiding and Bill felt like he was regaining control of himself.
He opened his eyes for just a moment, and the witch saw that his pupils were still dilated, but his eyes had returned to their usual blue colour. Slowly, Bill put his lips to hers and explored her mouth calmly. He would take it easy, keep the beast inside him under control. He felt safe when Hermione returned his kiss just as calmly. She touched him carefully, sliding her fingers down his chest tenderly, slowly opening the buttons of the shirt he was wearing.
He helped her remove the garment and ran his hands to her blouse, pulling it up. The witch lifted her arms and felt his rough fingers slide up her torso and arms as he took off her blouse. She was bra-less and when he returned his hands to her breasts, he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She brushed her nose against his.
"It's all right, Bill", she whispered, and he pulled her up, putting her legs round his waist. Hermione kissed him and stroked his hair with one hand, while reaching for the door handle with the other. They made their way to the bedroom.
When Bill set the witch down on the bed, he moved just far enough away to see her and felt his mouth salivate. It wasn't easy to keep the beast inside him calm, but somehow he was managing to keep it under some control. He watched as Hermione opened the trousers he was wearing and slid them off his body. Slowly, Bill brought his hands back to Hermione's breasts and kissed her, sliding his lips down to her neck and eliciting a low moan from the witch.
He trailed his kisses down her belly, circling her navel with his tongue. She purred like a cat, which made the tightness in his pants even more agonizing and the beast more difficult to control. Slowly, taking deep breaths, Bill unbuttoned her trousers and began to slide them down her legs with the greatest calm in the world, touching every inch of her skin that he could. A little impatiently, Hermione wiggled her legs to get her trousers off once and for all, drawing a laugh from the redhead, who helped her into her knickers. Feeling aroused, but in some control of the situation, Bill moved his lips up to her ear.
"You're beautiful", he whispered, slipping between her legs and rubbing his erection against the cotton knickers she was wearing. The witch slid her fingers down the red-haired man's back with a light rub of her nails and sought his mouth with her own.
Bill had always been a devoted lover, but the werewolf attack had taken that away from him. The urgency that came over him when the moon was full, or close to it, made him give in to his most primitive instincts and go straight to relieving his own pleasure. Fleur liked this, as did some of the other witches she had had relationships within recent years.
With Samantha, his former kind of 'friends with benefits', he had never dared to have this kind of intimacy during the full moon. There, with Hermione, something was just different. He wanted her with all his human and non-human strength, but he didn't want to bury himself in her all at once. He wanted to taste her entire body, to hear her moan. Gods, he wanted her to moan his name. He wanted her to be his.
He lowered his mouth to one of Hermione's breasts and ran his tongue lightly over the soft flesh, licking, sucking and sometimes nibbling her nipples. Her moans were like music to his ears. He trailed his lips down the length of her body, tasting the sweetness of her skin, smelling her arousal. He could feel his vision blurring and his eyes going dark, but he didn't lose control.
He was revelling in every bit of her he could taste. Hermione felt him going lower and lower, and suddenly stiffened. Bill noticed, and stopped to look at her. She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.
"Yo-you don't have to…", she breathed.
"I want to taste you", he answered. "Merlin, I want to taste all of you".
She nodded.
When he removed her knickers and reached her with his tongue, she moaned his name. She fucking moaned his name. A triumphant roar formed inside his chest and he went on to kiss and suck her where she was hottest, feeling her taste in his mouth and her fingers buried in his hair. His hands, which were busy caressing her belly, could tell when she arched her back with every pleasant cry.
Hermione came rather fast, and Bill felt her wetter than ever against his mouth. She tasted divine. And the sound she made as she released into his mouth, moaning his name, was what almost guaranteed victory for his inner wolf. With dark, hungry eyes, the wizard travelled up her body with his lips until he reached her face.
"I could eat you all day", he whispered, and she gasped. "Can I kiss you like this?"
Hermione didn't give a sodding fuck that he had her taste in his tongue, she just wanted him. So she just took his lips, and Bill kissed her with a little more voracity than before. Squeezing the flesh of her body between his fingers, he felt her spread her legs to accommodate him better between them. Her hand closed against him and he opened his eyes to see her, separating his mouth from hers. She began to make delicate but precise movements, and he moaned against her mouth.
He moved one hand down to her entrance and inserted two fingers, feeling her wetness. She moaned his name again and he stared at her completely mesmerised as he moved his fingers inside her. When she came again, Bill could guarantee that he had never seen a more beautiful scene in his life. The brown strands stuck to her face from sweat, the pink mouth ajar as she gasped against his mouth and moaned, and the brown eyes that wouldn't leave his. She was beautiful, and she was his. Hermione was already soft against his body after two orgasms when he finally entered her, eliciting a loud cry from the witch. She was tight and feeling her wetness against his cock was definitely better than against his fingers.
For a brief moment, Bill thought that the wolf inside him would get the better of him, but when Hermione cried his name once more, he came to his senses and began to move slowly in and out of her, while looking into her eyes. Her nose, painted with those fifteen freckles he loved, brushed against his, and the wizard experienced the most intimate moment he had ever had with anyone.
Her brown eyes, full of desire, trust and affection, hypnotised him in such a way that the wizard felt, for the first time since Greyback's attack, that it was him, Bill Weasley, there living that moment. The two of them exchanged the same breath and he smiled when she ended up rolling her eyes slightly with pleasure at his every move. And she smiled between moans as she saw his smile reach his now blue eyes.
"One last for me, love" he whispered against her mouth as he intensified his movements. With their eyes glued to each other, exchanging the same breath, their noses and lips brushing against each other, Hermione came with Bill. The wizard kissed her lovingly on the lips and she stroked his beard with her fingers.
"I told you weren't going to hurt me", she whispered, and he laughed, kissing her cheek several times.
"As always, you're right", he replied.
"Can we do this every day?" she asked, still drunk from her orgasm, and he laughed again.
"You're mine. There's no going back now" he whispered, and she kissed his lips.
Bill slid off her and laid back on the bed, pulling her to his chest. The wizard kept tracing invisible circles on her skin and felt her caressing the scars on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her tighter against him. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so happy and at ease, and he was able to drift off to sleep easily with her safe there with him.
Safe. With him. Because she was his.