RP: Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered

[shh_harry]

Date: 23 October 2005
Characters: Harry Potter, Bill Weasley
Location: Bill's house
Status: Private
Summary: Harry decides to be a man and fess up to Bill about certain feelings, leanings, and yearnings
Completion: Complete

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[shh_bill]

Bill was getting antsy around the huge house so he decided to take a stroll in the backyard and the woods beyond. He missed Cocoa's presence and figured it'd be a good idea to get a dog. Maybe not a puppy, he didn't have the energy for one, but maybe an older dog. He did know he wanted a big dog. It'd keep him company on the moons he wasn't with Remus and/or Gilen.

There was a shelter somewhere in town, he'd have to ask Cedric or Harry about where it was. And speak of the devil. It was almost as if he'd conjured him because he could smell Harry coming down the walk and then heard him knock on the door. Limping a bit through the house, he opened the door with a broad smile. It had been a while since they'd seen each other and Bill hadn't realized quite how much he'd missed him and how much that missing had become an ache in him. "Evenin' Harry. Come in," he said with a grin as he stepped aside. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[shh_harry]

What Harry wanted to say was "It's been a rather strange month, and I do believe that the events leading up to this momentous visit have brought me to the realisation that I want you and I don't know what to do about it." Or something like that. But then Bill smiled at him, and what he actually said was, "Muurgh?" He couldn't find a single erudite word to say because this was Bill. He was older than Harry, and straight, and still married, and scarred physically and emotionally, not to mention that he was a werewolf. Michael Corner might have been sweet, and attractive, and lacking the baggage that Harry and Bill both had, and he might actually have wanted Harry in a way that Bill never could. But at the end of the day, Bill was all Harry wanted.

Gathering himself, he stepped into the house and said, "Well. You know. A lot's been happening lately, and I kind of wanted to fill you in on some of it. Got a minute?"

[shh_bill]

"If a lot happened, I doubt you'd need just a minute to tell me," Bill said chuckling. He reached forward and clapped Harry affectionately on the shoulder, silently noting the tensile strength and muscle playing under his hand. That fuzzy feeling was back in his stomach again. "I'll make us some tea while you talk," he said steering the younger man toward the kitchen.

[shh_harry]

The lightest and most platonic of Bill's touches could send a thrill through Harry's body. The hand on Harry's shoulder lingered as they walked into the kitchen, and he felt his cheeks heating. He was annoyed with himself for being like this, so under his friend's sway. Just one touch, he told himself, and then he'd disengage. He brushed his fingers lightly over Bill's knuckles and shot him what he hoped was an innocently friendly smile.

"I..." want you, god I want you-- "Well, you know I made the national Quidditch team. Katie never did find a better choice for Reserve Seeker, so it looks like it's me and that's that. It's insane, Bill, but it's just... " He glanced down at himself sheepishly. "For one, there's no part of me that doesn't hurt right now. I had no idea I was so out of Quidditch-shape. But I'm also getting better. We were in Ukraine for two games and you'll never believe it-- I got to play in the second game. Just for a little while and I didn't find the Snitch but still. I was there. In front of the crowds,

[shh_harry]

Harry lifted his head up to meet Bill's mouth halfway. He couldn't explain what it was about Bill's height that flooded him with arousal... as if everything else about the man wasn't already doing that anyway.

A second kiss, a third, and it was already becoming familiar, like they'd been doing this all along. "I think it does," he agreed, tasting Bill's chin, his Adam's Apple, his collarbone. "Fancy that, us dating." He couldn't help but laugh, but his laughter was cut off when a thought intruded. "Only..."

[shh_bill]

"Hmmm," Bill murmured contentedly as he kissed and nipped and nuzzled Harry's neck and ears. "Only what?"

Slowly Harry's stiff (and not in a good way) body in his arms broke through the fog of lust and need. Harry had been so happy before now he seemed pensive and unsure. Pulling away, he looked down at the younger man with concern. "What's wrong?"

[shh_harry]

Bill's eyes were so blue. Harry wasn't a poet by any stretch, so he couldn't tell you what shade of blue they were or if they reminded him of the sky at dusk or anything as poncy as that. All he knew was that he could stare into them for... well, at least the rest of the night. If not longer.

What Harry had to look at right now, though, was the rest of the season. "Quidditch," he said, voice hoarse, and he took a step back from Bill to let a bit of air cool things between them. "I'm not sure I can date until after the Cup. Ron's going nuts without Lavender around. I mean, there's no, um..." he fumbled for the word. "No relations allowed the night before a game. Not that I'm saying I want to relate with you, or, er, that I don't, for that matter, but. I'll stop babbling now." He blushed fiercely.

[shh_bill]

Bill found Harry's babbling endearing and smiled at Harry's blush. "But I'd like to relate to you... once we get to that point. Don't worry about the ban on relations before matches for now. When we get to that point, then we'll worry about it, but it's only a night... we can handle that. We're Gryffindors. We're made of sterner stuff yeah?"

Well, he at least hoped so. "Just for general knowledge... when does the season end?" he asked casually, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them to himself and off Harry.