Drabble: Dress Code (Hermione/Bill)
Title: Dress Code
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Bill Weasley
Summary: Bill and Hermione sneak away from the party.
Word Count: 503
Rating: PG13
Prompt: moonlight, a kiss, red silk, and a summer night
A/N: Prompted by inell. Just a wee ickle thing to flex my muscles with different pairings.
"You wore a tie."
Bill lifted a brow as his lips curved. "It's not a big deal, Granger. I seem to remember them being part of the dress code at Hogwarts."
"They aren't part of the dress code now." She smiled slightly as she leaned back against the railing, her eyes flitting briefly over Bill's shoulder to where her coworkers mingled and partied before she focused back on him. These office parties were tiresome at best, but necessary for maintaining good relationships with people from other departments. Even if she spent the majority of her time out here on the balcony. It was the best view that could be had from this building, at least, and the half-moon was luminous tonight.
"The hell they aren't," he muttered, smirking, though his eyes lit with humor as he stepped closer, tugging on the silk tie before he put his hands in the pockets of his trousers. "The other blokes in there look like penguins."
"You don't look like a penguin."
"That's because my tie is red," he pointed out. "A bit of hair clashing is a small price to pay when it means being different from everyone else."
Hermione would hardly have noticed that the tie clashed with his hair -- and it really did -- because she was much too focused on the way his long, rangy body looked in the simple black suit. His hair was pulled back, accentuating the lean ruggedness of his face, and the scars that always made her want to touch and kiss. When he moved, his requisite earring dangled in a way only he could have pulled off. "You're certainly one of a kind," she murmured, her eyes moving over him. "I thought you couldn't make it."
"Looks like I did," he said. He made it every year, she knew, though it was the last thing he'd have chosen to do if it weren't to support her. His smile widened as he reached up again, long fingers wrapping around the silk as he tugged. With a glance back into the room he'd just left, he took her wrist and led her out of the view of the other partygoers. "Seems you've found the best spot in the house."
"Not here," she hissed, reddening as his hands went to her waist and pulled her close, though she didn't move away. "It's hardly the time or place for doing things."
"Been wanting to 'do things' since I saw you leave the house in this dress, you bloody tease," he murmured, his lips finding the spot below her ear.
"After all this time, you should know that I don't tease about such things," she said primly, though her protestations didn't mean much when she'd reached up and pulled on his tie herself, effectively bringing him closer.
"Ah, my mistake." He nipped at her earlobe before he lifted his head, eyes glinting mischievously. "What say we make it an early night, then? You can 'not tease me' until I get it straight."
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Bill Weasley
Summary: Bill and Hermione sneak away from the party.
Word Count: 503
Rating: PG13
Prompt: moonlight, a kiss, red silk, and a summer night
A/N: Prompted by inell. Just a wee ickle thing to flex my muscles with different pairings.
"You wore a tie."
Bill lifted a brow as his lips curved. "It's not a big deal, Granger. I seem to remember them being part of the dress code at Hogwarts."
"They aren't part of the dress code now." She smiled slightly as she leaned back against the railing, her eyes flitting briefly over Bill's shoulder to where her coworkers mingled and partied before she focused back on him. These office parties were tiresome at best, but necessary for maintaining good relationships with people from other departments. Even if she spent the majority of her time out here on the balcony. It was the best view that could be had from this building, at least, and the half-moon was luminous tonight.
"The hell they aren't," he muttered, smirking, though his eyes lit with humor as he stepped closer, tugging on the silk tie before he put his hands in the pockets of his trousers. "The other blokes in there look like penguins."
"You don't look like a penguin."
"That's because my tie is red," he pointed out. "A bit of hair clashing is a small price to pay when it means being different from everyone else."
Hermione would hardly have noticed that the tie clashed with his hair -- and it really did -- because she was much too focused on the way his long, rangy body looked in the simple black suit. His hair was pulled back, accentuating the lean ruggedness of his face, and the scars that always made her want to touch and kiss. When he moved, his requisite earring dangled in a way only he could have pulled off. "You're certainly one of a kind," she murmured, her eyes moving over him. "I thought you couldn't make it."
"Looks like I did," he said. He made it every year, she knew, though it was the last thing he'd have chosen to do if it weren't to support her. His smile widened as he reached up again, long fingers wrapping around the silk as he tugged. With a glance back into the room he'd just left, he took her wrist and led her out of the view of the other partygoers. "Seems you've found the best spot in the house."
"Not here," she hissed, reddening as his hands went to her waist and pulled her close, though she didn't move away. "It's hardly the time or place for doing things."
"Been wanting to 'do things' since I saw you leave the house in this dress, you bloody tease," he murmured, his lips finding the spot below her ear.
"After all this time, you should know that I don't tease about such things," she said primly, though her protestations didn't mean much when she'd reached up and pulled on his tie herself, effectively bringing him closer.
"Ah, my mistake." He nipped at her earlobe before he lifted his head, eyes glinting mischievously. "What say we make it an early night, then? You can 'not tease me' until I get it straight."