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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Bill_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Heterosexual
      Sex, The_Quidditch_Pitch:_Erotic_Couplings, Masturbation
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      Published: 2006-06-11 Words: 3940
****** Persuasion ******
by Millieweasley [archived by thequidditchpitch_archivist]
Summary
     During the summer before their sixth year, Hermione finds that Bill
     can be a very persuasive person.
Notes
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     The_Quidditch_Pitch, which went offline in 2015 when the hosting
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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 didnotjust 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 sent 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 fiancée.
“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 week, 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.
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