Curses (Bill/Hermione, PG-13)
Title: Curses
Author: Lunalelle
Pairing: Bill/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Grimmauld Place has some qualms with the Order... For zaralya
Word Count: 506 words
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Bill!" Hermione cried out in fear. Somehow, the Grimmauld Place had separated them, rebelling against the Order now that Sirius was not there to temper it. She had been talking to Bill and Ron, walking to her room, when a blast of heat hit her on the side, forcing her into a room that had not been there before. In that room, baths all about her boiled and writhed in the heat, and she began to sweat at the opressive blanket of wet steam.
"Bill!" she shouted again. Her clothes were plastered to her body, the shape of her legs and breasts all too clear. Her face was flushed and streamed with sweat. Her hair was conflicted between bushing in the humidity and collapsing from the weight of the dampness around her. She could hear his frustrated spells on the other side of the door. A curse-breaker. She watched as the door shook and cracked.
She peeled her jumper from her body, forced her jeans off, leaving herself in her blouse, which was long enough to cover her knickers but which did nothing really to hide her knickers or thin red cotton bra because the blouse was soaked with sweat. She knew Bill would take her appearance in stride. She was just Ron's friend, so much younger than her, but even as she struggled to breathe in the midst of the blistering heat, her nipples hardened and a wave of warmth swept through the inside of her body as she thought of her casual crush on the lovely older boy, making her light-headed.
The door broke open, and Bill stormed in, grabbing her and pulling her into the hall, into the wonderful coolness of winter corridors.
"Ron's with Mum," Bill panted. "He got caught in a room of flying knives. We'll be leaving Grimmauld Place as soon as possible, to the Burrow. Are you...?"
His voice trailed away as he saw her state. Hermione watched his blue eyes grow darker and his cheekbones flush.
"Bill..."
His hand involuntarily slid from her thigh to her wet, cloth-covered arse. She sighed.
Bill shook his head, clearing it.
"S-sorry, Hermione," he said, removing his hands from her and lowering her to the ground so that he could step away from her. Hermione could practically see conscience-Bill berating himself - She's Hermione, Ron's friend, Hermione, not someone you can shag in the middle of the hallway, not when she's like that, not when she's so young, not when she's just come from something like that.
Hermione could not help but manage a weak grin. "That's all right." She looked directly into his eyes, making her meaning completely clear. She was embarrassed, but her face was already red - he couldn't know the difference.
Bill's eyes widened - Mum would kill me - and his next thought made him offer her a hand and say, "I'm sure Mum can find you some clothes.
You just wait until we're at the Burrow, Bill. I'll show you how much I don't need clothes.
Author: Lunalelle
Pairing: Bill/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Grimmauld Place has some qualms with the Order... For zaralya
Word Count: 506 words
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Bill!" Hermione cried out in fear. Somehow, the Grimmauld Place had separated them, rebelling against the Order now that Sirius was not there to temper it. She had been talking to Bill and Ron, walking to her room, when a blast of heat hit her on the side, forcing her into a room that had not been there before. In that room, baths all about her boiled and writhed in the heat, and she began to sweat at the opressive blanket of wet steam.
"Bill!" she shouted again. Her clothes were plastered to her body, the shape of her legs and breasts all too clear. Her face was flushed and streamed with sweat. Her hair was conflicted between bushing in the humidity and collapsing from the weight of the dampness around her. She could hear his frustrated spells on the other side of the door. A curse-breaker. She watched as the door shook and cracked.
She peeled her jumper from her body, forced her jeans off, leaving herself in her blouse, which was long enough to cover her knickers but which did nothing really to hide her knickers or thin red cotton bra because the blouse was soaked with sweat. She knew Bill would take her appearance in stride. She was just Ron's friend, so much younger than her, but even as she struggled to breathe in the midst of the blistering heat, her nipples hardened and a wave of warmth swept through the inside of her body as she thought of her casual crush on the lovely older boy, making her light-headed.
The door broke open, and Bill stormed in, grabbing her and pulling her into the hall, into the wonderful coolness of winter corridors.
"Ron's with Mum," Bill panted. "He got caught in a room of flying knives. We'll be leaving Grimmauld Place as soon as possible, to the Burrow. Are you...?"
His voice trailed away as he saw her state. Hermione watched his blue eyes grow darker and his cheekbones flush.
"Bill..."
His hand involuntarily slid from her thigh to her wet, cloth-covered arse. She sighed.
Bill shook his head, clearing it.
"S-sorry, Hermione," he said, removing his hands from her and lowering her to the ground so that he could step away from her. Hermione could practically see conscience-Bill berating himself - She's Hermione, Ron's friend, Hermione, not someone you can shag in the middle of the hallway, not when she's like that, not when she's so young, not when she's just come from something like that.
Hermione could not help but manage a weak grin. "That's all right." She looked directly into his eyes, making her meaning completely clear. She was embarrassed, but her face was already red - he couldn't know the difference.
Bill's eyes widened - Mum would kill me - and his next thought made him offer her a hand and say, "I'm sure Mum can find you some clothes.
You just wait until we're at the Burrow, Bill. I'll show you how much I don't need clothes.