Curse Breakers - 1/10 - Adult - Bill/Hermione
Title: Frustration (1/10)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Hermione knew exactly how she had been finagled into doing into playing Quidditch. Bill Weasley. The love of her life. Except he didn't know it yet. Bill/Hermione.
Word Count: 500.
A/N: Response to books_freckles weekly challenge #1.

"Honestly, this is ridiculous." Hermione stood with her hands on her hips, looking incredulously at Bill Weasley.

"It's not fucking ridiculous; it's a Beater's bat." He held the bat out to her again. "Take it."

She snatched it from him, scowling. "Fine. I don't see why you want me to play Beater, though." The other curse breakers had decided to have an impromptu Quidditch match, and somehow Hermione had been roped in. Actually, Hermione knew exactly how she had been finagled into doing it. Bill Weasley. The love of her life.

Except he didn't know it yet.

Bill grinned. "I'm sensing a little pent-up frustration. Perfect."

Collecting one of the spare brooms that the company provided for difficult-to-reach tombs, Hermione mounted it. She wasn't quite the hopeless flyer that most people thought she was, but she wasn't pleased at the prospect of having to fly one-handed. Or possibly with no hands. The bat wasn't exactly light, and she would need to put some strength behind it if she wanted to actually have any effect on the Bludger (thankfully, they'd only been able to track down one).

Bill was apparently playing Chaser, and Hermione watched him from above as she rose higher above the pitch. He was wearing shorts and Hermione licked her lips: they showed off his legs. Very muscular legs.

Hermione squeaked as the Bludger came towards her and, gripping the bat as hard as she could, swung it with all her might. Her grip wasn't quite good enough, however, and the bat was knocked from her hand. Wincing, she carefully looked down, hoping that it hadn't hit anyone %u2013 she was about thirty feet up in the air.

"Watch it, Hermione!" Bill drew level with her, pulling his wand from somewhere. "Accio bat." Hermione caught it deftly.

"This is why I didn't want to play Beater," she told him shortly, trying not to look at how his t-shirt was clinging to his sweaty body.

"You've just got to put some effort into it," he said dismissively.

"I'm not a violent person."

Amused, Bill shook his head. "Really? Look, why don't you just try imagining that the Bludger is the head of someone you hate and they just don't get the message that you want them to fuck off?" He winked at her. "Watch out."

"For what?" Hermione asked, but he had already streaked away. She shrieked as the Bludger narrowly missed her shoulder. As it curved back around to get her again, she narrowed her eyes, trying to picture that Greek witch she'd seen Bill flirting with at the bar the other night.

She heard Bill's whoop of delight at her hit and grinned, wiping her hair from her face. She flew down to him. "How was that?"

"Lovely," he said smiling, watching as the curse breakers on his team passed the Quaffle between them. "Feel good?"

"Fucking fantastic."

He raised his eyebrows at this. "Since when have you sworn?"

"Since when have I played Beater?" she retorted.