Persuasion - Bill/Hermione - NC-17

[millieweasley]

Title: Persuasion
Author: Millieweasley
Pairing: Hermione/Bill
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I then post this here?
Summary: Bill is trying to persuade Hermione, but what exactly does Hermione want? Takes place in the summer before their sixth year.
Wordcount: 3939
A/N: Written as a response to books_freckles weekly challenge # 12 - Something Borrowed, with a rather liberal interpretation of the word borrowed *grin*



Hermione groaned when she pulled the door. Locked! Again! This was the third day in a row that she came down to find the bathroom already occupied by Bill. She had learned what that meant over the past few days. An hour’s waiting time at the least, and most probably breakfast with her hair standing in all directions because she hadn’t had time to shower before it was served. As if her hair wasn’t bad enough normally, no he had to go and make it worse. Vain prat!

Frustrated she kicked the door. This was not what I expected when Ginny offered to share a bathroom with Ron, she thought while sinking down to the floor, her back against the wall on the opposite side of the narrow hallway. She had thought it sounded like a good idea. Ginny and her were both girls and would, or so she thought at the time, spend longer time in the bathroom than the boys. It sounded logical that she would share with one of the guys in the house instead of with Ginny, and since Molly wouldn’t allow her to share a bathroom with Ron…

She sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Ron. She did not want Ron to see her like this, again. How would she ever get him to see her as more than just a friend if she constantly looked like a bird had claimed her hair as its nest?

“Did you want something?” Hermione jumped when she heard Bill’s voice above her. She hadn’t expected him to hear her kicking the door with the water running. Apparently she had been wrong. But then again, maybe this was the chance she had been waiting for. Maybe she could convince him of letting her have the bathroom first. All she had to do was ask. Somehow, however, her words seemed to get stuck in her throat as she looked up.

Bill was standing right in front of her, clad only in a towel around his hips, water dripping down his bare chest and lean stomach. He had a tattoo, she noticed. An ank-symbol circling his belly-button, its end dipping, pointing almost, down the rim of the towel, down towards-

Hermione swallowed. Hard. I did not just think of what that tattoo might point at, she thought, trying to will herself to look away. Yet the harder she tried to look away, the more the tattoo made her look where she shouldn’t be looking. With seconds suddenly feeling like minutes, Hermione could feel the colour rise on her face. Quickly she squinted her eyes shut, hoping, against hope, that he hadn’t caught her staring. She heard him chuckle and move from the other side of her closed eyelids, but she didn’t open them. She didn’t dare to.

“Like what you see?” His voice did not come from above her. It was whispered in her ear. Jerking her eyes open, Hermione found herself looking straight into the blue eyes of Bill Weasley, and again she found herself utterly unable to speak. Bill smiled and let his eyes wander down her body, openly, without hesitation, resting his eyes a bit longer where the large T-shirt she had been sleeping in came to a halt. Shuddering, Hermione could feel the blush spread beyond her face, making every inch of her a telling shade of pink.

Pull yourself together! She told herself sharply. It’s not as if you never seen a man’s bare chest before. That’s all it is. A bare chest. Granted it is a very nice bare chest. But it’s still just a bare chest.

“Aren’t you going to answer?” Bill said calmly, while returning his eyes to her face. An amused smile played in the corner of his lips and Hermione suddenly had the urge to shut him up, to make that teasing smile go away. She had a few suggestions in her head about how she would go about it too. All involving his mouth being occupied with other tasks than grinning at her foolishness.

“Which question?” Hermione forced out, wishing her voice didn’t sound as shaky and hoarse as it did. Bill, however, seemed to find her lack of voice very amusing.

“Either one,” he said with a smile. “Or both.”

“I wanted the shower!” she replied, shrilly, forcing her eyes to look on the wall behind him. Whatever necessary to avoid looking at him. “You take too long. I never have the time to shower before breakfast!”

“Trying to impress baby brother, are you?” Bill teased, making Hermione look at him again from pure surprise.

“That’s none of your business!” Hermione replied, too mortified by his accusation, or rather, by the accuracy of it, too remember to be embarrassed about his almost naked state.

“Well then, I guess you don’t want the shower badly enough,” answered Bill, calmly. He smiled when he got up and started to take the few steps into the bathroom. Hermione stared at him, not believing that he was actually refusing such a simple request.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Hermione shrieked, pulling herself together, and jumping up from her seated position, just when he was about to close the door.

“That if you don’t have a reason for wanting the shower before I do, then why should I help you?” Bill said. Hermione thought for a while. Or at least she tried to think. Somehow, however, her mind didn’t seem to be working properly at the moment.

“And what if I did want to impress him? Would you give me the shower then?” she finally asked, biting her lip nervously, hoping it was the correct answer. It apparently was, or wasn’t, depending on how you saw it, for suddenly Bill was standing only inches from her, leaning in with his hands on either side of her on the wall. Feeling trapped, Hermione leaned back, her head against the wall, trying to get as much distance as she could between herself and Bill. Trying to ignore the way her legs began to feel like spaghetti, or the tingles that ran along her spine when Bill’s scent reached her nostrils.

“If you did want to impress my baby brother, I might be very understanding and offer a solution to your, little problem,” Bill said giving her a flicker of hope. “One that might be very satisfying for the both of us,” he added leaning in even closer, making her hesitate again. Not knowing any way out of the situation, and now desperately in need of a shower - a very cold shower at that - Hermione finally nodded.

“Well, then you’re more than welcome to share the shower with me.” Hermione stared at him. Had he just said what she thought he said? With a lifted eyebrow and a smirk on his lips Bill waited, watching her, standing so ruddy close to her that she could barely breathe.

“You’re joking,” Hermione finally managed to squeeze out, trying desperately to ignore the heat pooling in the lower part of her stomach. Bill shook his head.

“You didn’t think I would be the one sitting at the table having breakfast without showering, did you?” he asked with a grin. “Now that wouldn’t be very fair, would it?”

“I have been for the past three days!” Hermione said defiantly, although her voice didn’t quite master the level of irritation she would have wished for.

“And you will be for the rest of the stay if you don’t share the shower with me,” Bill grinned, letting go of the wall with one of his hands, in order to run his fingers down her arm, sending shivers throughout her body that had nothing to do with being cold. “My brother hasn’t claimed you yet, Hermione. It’s only fair that you get to have a bit of fun while waiting. No strings attached. A bit of practice, that’s all,” he said softly, almost whispering in her ear as his hand snuck around her waist pulling her to him. Hermione whimpered. Her entire body was on fire in a way she never felt before, wanting something, even if she wasn’t completely sure what that something was. She had an idea though, and it most certainly involved getting in that shower with Bill.

“I might not be taken, but you are,” she forced herself to say, using all the willpower she could possess to push him away. “I doubt Fleur would be too happy to hear of this,” she said firmly, pushing her shoulders back, reminding herself, over and over, of why this was so very wrong. Bill however just laughed.

“Well, you don’t know my fiancé, now do you?” he grinned, letting her body go but still holding her hand, letting his long, strong, finger run in circles around her wrist in a way that made her feel as if it was a completely different part of her body he was stroking.

“That doesn’t matter, I won’t do it!” Hermione said firmly, or at least she tried to sound firm. She wasn’t sure she actually managed it. Bill shrugged.

“Suit yourself. If you don’t want to shower before breakfast, that is your choice,” he said casually, finally letting her go. “I’ll leave the door to the bathroom unlocked in case you change your mind,” he added with a grin, letting his eyes glance over her body once more before he headed into the bathroom.

Completely unable to move, Hermione stood still, watching him enter the bathroom and close the door behind him. He did leave it unlocked, and more so he left it semi-open, allowing her to watch him as he-

Hermione closed her eyes. Mortified by the fact that she was just about to watch Ron’s older brother, Ron’s engaged older brother, take of the only piece of cloth that covered him. Forcing herself to turn around, Hermione walked back to her room. I’ll show him! I’ll be up earlier tomorrow, hogging the bathroom before he does, she thought, pretending that Bill’s suggestion had nothing to do with why she went back into her room instead of going downstairs. That the fact that she could still feel exactly where Bill’s hands had touched her skin, wasn’t why her knickers were soaking wet, or why she was seeking relief where none could be found.

She got up a half-an-hour earlier the next morning, sneaking down the stairs quietly, making sure not wake anyone - anyone meaning Bill. By the time she got to the bathroom she was holding her breath, not completely sure if she wanted to find the bathroom empty or not. Her hand trembled when she reached out for the door-knob, and for a moment she rested it there, not daring to turn it.

When she did, she drew a breath of relief when she found it open, ignoring the sting of disappointment that came with it. Stepping inside quickly, she didn’t notice the water running until it was too late. Standing in front of her, the shower-curtain pushed to the side, was Bill. A very naked Bill. He was facing the wall, giving her a full view of his backside. Not able to move or tear her eyes away, Hermione watched the water run down his lean suntanned back, collecting in shallow pools in the small cavities just above his buttocks before spilling down on the floor.

Swallowing hard over and over again, she tried to tell herself to stop watching, to turn away and leave before he’d noticed she was there. Still she stayed, watching him run his fingers through his long hair, now soaking wet from the water. She watched how the light in the room reflected of his body as he moved in the shower, the water glistening with his movements. This time she couldn’t pretend that he didn’t have anything to do with her arousal, or that he wasn’t the reason her throat felt as if someone made her swallow the Sahara-dessert.

“Decided to join me today?” Hermione shrieked. He had his back towards her! He wasn’t supposed to know she was in here. Panicking, she did the only thing she could think of. She ran.

Breakfast was absolutely horrible, but she couldn’t very well skip it today as well. Mrs Weasley would have a fit if she did, fretting about her eating habits. Already yesterday, after only one skipped breakfast, she had made sure that Hermione ate properly during lunch, talking both to her and Ginny about the importance of eating.

“Don’t let Fleur get to you girls, beauty is not everything,” she had said, never losing the opportunity to lay blame on her future daughter-in-law for something or another, in this case for Hermione’s not eating, which consisted of her skipping breakfast once.

Wishing she hadn’t skipped breakfast yesterday, Hermione kept her eyes glued to the plate as she took another stab at her scrambled eggs. At least Mrs Weasley would be happy. She had probably never eaten so much breakfast in her life. Her full stomach didn’t really matter at the moment, though. She would do anything to keep from looking up, knowing that Bill sat right opposite her, giving her culvert glances when he didn’t whisper secrets in Fleur’s ear, making her giggle.

Chancing a glance up when Fleur giggled again, she was surprised to see that Fleur was looking right at her, an amused gleam playing in her eyes. Before she could analyse it further however, Mrs Weasley’s voice caught her attention.

“We finally heard from Dumbledore, Harry is coming the day after tomorrow,” she said happily making both Ginny and Ron cheer. “I thought we could put him in the twins’ room, and we will have to redo the bathroom arrangements, of course,” she continued.

“I guess we won’t share a bathroom that much longer then,” Bill said, suggestion basically dripping from his voice as he caught Hermione’s eyes, almost burning a hole in her with his intense gaze. Feeling her throat constrict and her face go red, Hermione stubbornly turned her eyes back to her plate and her almost completely eaten eggs. “And speaking of bathrooms, I think I’m going to go and take another shower,” he then continued in the same tone of voice, lazily getting up from the table.

“But you just showered,” Ron said surprised from next to her.

“I know, but I feel a bit…hot, today,” Bill answered, and even though Hermione kept her eyes firmly down on her plate, she could feel his eyes move across her body sending dangerous tingles down her spine.

“What’s wrong with him?” Ron asked confounded. “How can he be hot, when it’s the coldest summer in ages?” he continued, making Hermione, if possible, blush even harder than before. She only hoped no one would notice. Fleur was however watching her intently, a knowing smile playing in the corners of her mouth. Merlin, that woman could be annoying sometimes! Didn’t she know that she was making matters worse?

“Maybe Egypt screwed with his body-functions,” Ginny suggested with a laugh, giving Hermione a moments respite as Ron joined in the laughter. “How about some Quidditch practise?” she then asked her brother. Ron nodded, and turned to Hermione.

“How about you, want to come? You can borrow my old broom if you want,” he asked hesitantly. Grateful for the distraction, Hermione nodded and smiled at him.

“Sure, why not?” she said, hoping her voice was steady enough to sound natural.

“You do?”
”You do?”

Ron and Fleur spoke at the same time and were now both staring at her, surprise clearly visible in their eyes.

“Of course she does!” Ginny snapped to Fleur, not even realising that her brother was just as surprised as her brother’s fiancé.

“Why would Hermione not want to spend time with Ron?” Mrs Weasley injected, she too clearly annoyed with Fleur’s surprise.

“They have been best friends forever, or why did you think Hermione was here? To see you?” Ginny continued angrily, making Fleur shrug her shoulders in her usual manner.

“If zat is what she wants to do,” she said casually turning to leave muttering something about “silly girl,” but somehow Hermione wasn’t completely sure she meant Ginny. Ron watched the door-way as she left, before he turned back to Hermione.

“I’ll get the brooms,” he said happily and ran off. Hermione frowned. Everything going on with Bill was bad enough; it did not help matters that Ron couldn’t take his eyes of Fleur. For the moment however she pushed it aside, forcing herself not to think about Bill’s naked form and firm smooth buttocks, now probably being caressed by his fiancé.

She didn’t even bother with getting up earlier the next morning. She doubted very much that Bill would let her win, and she even considered not going down to check on the bathroom at all in the morning. She did of course. Trying to convince herself that the only reason for her doing so was that she wanted to see if it was free.

To her surprise it was. Instead of a naked, showering Bill inside, there was a note on the door, reading ‘to Hermione’. Taking the note down, Hermione watched the text change.

‘You win. Since you made it painfully obvious that you don’t want join me, feel free to have the shower before me today. Bill.’

Hermione hardly knew what to make of it, but opening the door she could see for herself that the bathroom was empty. No running water, no naked Bill. Biting her lip, trying to convince herself that was not disappointment she felt she stepped inside and locked the door before she undressed and started the shower.

Taking a deep breath she stepped into the hot water, letting it soak her completely, hoping that the disappointment would wash of as easily as yesterday’s dirt. Not to mention the annoying tingles that erupted between her thighs every time the image of Bill standing where she was now, naked, waiting for her, flashed before her.

Crack

Hermione jumped and turned around, instinctively pulling the shower-curtain in front of her when she heard him Apparate in. She knew it was him, even before her brain had registered it to be so. He was dressed in nothing more than a pair of tight boxers, leaving very little to the imagination, and a confident smirk.

“What, what are you doing here?” Hermione asked nervously. “You said I could have the shower today,” she said nodding towards the note. He couldn’t have lied. He wouldn’t do that, would he? A voice in her mind screamed in panic. I think it’s fairly safe to assume he did, another, more logical, voice responded.

“Well I couldn’t very well disappoint you like that,” Bill said, walking up to where she was standing, hiding her body behind the shower-curtain.

“I’m not disappointed!” Hermione lied. “I was just happy to get the shower.”

“Liar!” Bill smirked, lifting his hand to where she was holding the shower-curtain, slowly lowering it and her hands. “I charmed that note in more than one way, Hermione. You were most definitely disappointed,” he continued, not letting her eyes go with his as he removed the shower-curtain completely and took a step into the shower, making her back up against the wall.

She shuddered when he lifted his hand to her hip, letting it trace a line up to her breast, cupping it with his large hand as he bent down over her.

“Fleur!” Hermione protested, her body already arching into his touch as he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Is very much amused by the situation,” Bill said calmly, still holding her gaze, his lips so close she wouldn’t even have to stretch to reach them. “She thinks I’m ‘losing ze touch’,” he continued, imitating Fleur’s accent. “Now you wouldn’t want my fiancé to think that of me, would you?” he said, letting his hand move down her stomach slipping in between her thighs, making it utterly impossible for her to do anything more than groan as his finger found her clit.

Slipping one arm around her waist, supporting her as her knees went weak, he moved his finger back, pushing it inside her while his thumb took up its previous position stimulating her clit. Helpless to the sensations running through her body, Hermione gave in, pushing the world and everything in it aside when she felt Bill’s tongue and lips on her neck, licking, nibbling, tasting her. Grinding herself against his hand she moaned, when feelings she never knew existed filled her, bringing her closer to the explosion she knew would follow. Still nothing she had ever done on her own had ever felt close to this good. Nothing could compare to the feeling of having Bill’s strong fingers inside her cunt and his thumb at her clit while his tongue educed the most erotic sensations just by touching her neck and collarbone.

She came apart with a cry that was muffled as Bill’s mouth found hers, his tongue plunging inside ravishing her as he removed his hand and pushed his own wet boxers down in order to push inside her. With her legs around his waist and his mouth against hers, Hermione gasped when she felt him push his way passed her hymen, causing both pleasure and pain.

He stilled a while inside her, only rocking gently to let her get used to the feeling of being filled, concentrating instead on letting his tongue explore her mouth and his hand her breast. When her moans became louder and she started to rock against him, he sped up, the position they were in not suited for slow love-making.

When his hand slipped down between them, his thumb once more finding her clit she came again; her whole body shaking with an orgasm even more powerful than the previous one. He followed her soon after, spilling deep inside her with a groan, biting her lower lip a bit to hard to keep quiet.

Panting he rested his forehead against hers for a while before he let her go, helping her get to her feet. He smiled as he watched her, leaning in for a quick final kiss while pulling his wet boxers back up.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” he grinned. Hermione shock her head, surprised that she still blushed after what they had just done. Putting his hand under her chin, he made her look up at him. “Just a loan, pet. No need for baby brother to find out, I promise,” he said calmly. She nodded. Smiling she gave him a grateful glance, watching him wink before he Disappareted out again. With a sigh, Hermione leaned back on the very wall they had just used as support. She didn’t feel as bad as she thought she would, just having sex with the brother of the guy she fancied for years.

Maybe Bill had been right. Maybe it was good practise. And at least she wouldn’t have to go and wonder what it was her body screamed for when it tingled that way, she’d know. And who knew, before the year was up she just might make sure that Ron knew too. She smiled when she finished the shower, making sure to borrow Bill’s conditioner before she finished the shower to head down to breakfast. Giving herself a pleased look in the mirror before she went down. At least today she wouldn’t look as if a bird nested in her hair. And what tomorrow brought, she would just have to wait and see.