He Never Listened Over 16 Hermione/Bill
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acquiescenceTitle: He Never Listened
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Pairing: Hermione/Bill
Rating: Over 16
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: This was for the second weekly challenge over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
books_freckles. I'm a little late though.
Word Count: 670
A hard rain pelted against the windowpanes. This was her favorite way to spend a Saturday. She was curled up on the sofa in the sitting room reading a book that she’d already gone through at least 3 times. She slowly turned the pages as she consumed the book with the same intensity and hunger she had the first time she’d read it. It never failed, whenever she picked up a book she would get lost in it, even something like Hogwarts: A History. She found something new each time she read it. She’d often been called a bookworm throughout her years at Hogwarts because of her affinity towards books. But it was something she’d always loved.
It had started out as a warm sunny day – deceptively sunny thought Bill as he ran through the pouring rain. He’d gone out for a walk earlier in the day since it had been so nice. Hermione had tried to warn him before he left. How that bloody woman knew when it would rain never ceased to amaze and frustrate him. But he almost never believed her predictions.
Bill stepped into the small flat and shook himself slightly as he dripped all over the entrance.
“Bill Weasley! You’d better not be in there dripping all over the clean floor!”
Bill smirked seeing the small puddle he’d created near the door, and slowly started tiptoeing into the sitting room.
“Of course not dear, I know better than that.” He pushed his long hair behind his ear as he made his way towards the room where he knew she would be.
Hermione turned another page in her book and shook her head. She had told him to take an umbrella with his, but would he listen to her? Of course not. He never believed her when she predicted rain, and she was always right. He’d come home dripped many times in the year that they’d been living together, and she had always been the one to have to clean up his mess.
“If you do I’m not going to clean it up this time.”
Bill leaned against the door frame into the sitting room; he watched as she slowly turned the pages, completely engrossed in her book. He smirked as he slowly began crossing the room towards her. Her back was to him as he cautiously approached. He paused with each step he took towards her, spreading his wet trail even further into the house.
Hermione looked up from her book and tilted her head to the side.
“Bill?”
Bill grinned before he jumped over the back of the sofa and grabbed her, pulling her down to the floor with him. She didn’t even have time to scream before she found herself on the floor and in the very wet arms of a grinning redhead.
Hermione opened her mouth to properly scold him, but Bill silenced her with his lips before she could say anything about the carpet or the floor or his cold wet clothes soaking through hers. Her protests died unspoken as Bill brought his hand up to her breast and squeezed softly through her shirt. Hermione arched up into his palm and hungrily returned his affections.
Bill slowly pulled away from her warm full lips; he was breathing heavily. He held himself up over her, their noses mere inches apart.
“I want you.”
“I want you too, right here on the rug.”
Hermione arched her hips up from the floor to press against Bill’s.
“Please, Bill.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip slowly. Bill groaned as his eyes followed the path of her tongue; he saw the glistening trail left in its wake. He bent his head down once more and captured her lower lip between his sucking on it softly.
“Of course love.”
“But don’t forget you’re still going to be the one to clean up this mess you tracked into the flat.” Hermione smirked at him, before gasping as his cold hand found it’s way into her knickers.
Author:
acquiescence_Pairing: Hermione/Bill
Rating: Over 16
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: This was for the second weekly challenge over at
books_freckles. I'm a little late though.Word Count: 670
A hard rain pelted against the windowpanes. This was her favorite way to spend a Saturday. She was curled up on the sofa in the sitting room reading a book that she’d already gone through at least 3 times. She slowly turned the pages as she consumed the book with the same intensity and hunger she had the first time she’d read it. It never failed, whenever she picked up a book she would get lost in it, even something like Hogwarts: A History. She found something new each time she read it. She’d often been called a bookworm throughout her years at Hogwarts because of her affinity towards books. But it was something she’d always loved.
It had started out as a warm sunny day – deceptively sunny thought Bill as he ran through the pouring rain. He’d gone out for a walk earlier in the day since it had been so nice. Hermione had tried to warn him before he left. How that bloody woman knew when it would rain never ceased to amaze and frustrate him. But he almost never believed her predictions.
Bill stepped into the small flat and shook himself slightly as he dripped all over the entrance.
“Bill Weasley! You’d better not be in there dripping all over the clean floor!”
Bill smirked seeing the small puddle he’d created near the door, and slowly started tiptoeing into the sitting room.
“Of course not dear, I know better than that.” He pushed his long hair behind his ear as he made his way towards the room where he knew she would be.
Hermione turned another page in her book and shook her head. She had told him to take an umbrella with his, but would he listen to her? Of course not. He never believed her when she predicted rain, and she was always right. He’d come home dripped many times in the year that they’d been living together, and she had always been the one to have to clean up his mess.
“If you do I’m not going to clean it up this time.”
Bill leaned against the door frame into the sitting room; he watched as she slowly turned the pages, completely engrossed in her book. He smirked as he slowly began crossing the room towards her. Her back was to him as he cautiously approached. He paused with each step he took towards her, spreading his wet trail even further into the house.
Hermione looked up from her book and tilted her head to the side.
“Bill?”
Bill grinned before he jumped over the back of the sofa and grabbed her, pulling her down to the floor with him. She didn’t even have time to scream before she found herself on the floor and in the very wet arms of a grinning redhead.
Hermione opened her mouth to properly scold him, but Bill silenced her with his lips before she could say anything about the carpet or the floor or his cold wet clothes soaking through hers. Her protests died unspoken as Bill brought his hand up to her breast and squeezed softly through her shirt. Hermione arched up into his palm and hungrily returned his affections.
Bill slowly pulled away from her warm full lips; he was breathing heavily. He held himself up over her, their noses mere inches apart.
“I want you.”
“I want you too, right here on the rug.”
Hermione arched her hips up from the floor to press against Bill’s.
“Please, Bill.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip slowly. Bill groaned as his eyes followed the path of her tongue; he saw the glistening trail left in its wake. He bent his head down once more and captured her lower lip between his sucking on it softly.
“Of course love.”
“But don’t forget you’re still going to be the one to clean up this mess you tracked into the flat.” Hermione smirked at him, before gasping as his cold hand found it’s way into her knickers.