Well-Rounded - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Hermione
Title: Well-Rounded (1/1)
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: Deep down, Hermione Granger was really very shallow. Bill/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #11: bathroom.
Word Count: 1348.

Deep down, Hermione Granger was really very shallow. Oh, when people would ask what sort of man she wanted, she would look coy and say that she wanted someone who was intelligent and had a good sense of humour. That was what was expected. That was the perfunctory response.

To be honest, it was true. She wanted a man with whom she could hold a decent conversation and who could make her laugh.

What she also wanted was a man with a tight arse, fit abs and a wicked smile that made her knickers wet before he’d even said ‘hello’. After all, what good was sparkling wit and intelligent conversation if he couldn’t fuck you into the mattress and still leave you wanting more?

Not that Hermione wanted conversation while she was being fucked – if they could hold a conversation while they were shagging, he clearly wasn’t doing a good enough job.

Arriving at the Burrow for a family lunch, Hermione was greeted by a slightly flustered-looking Molly Weasley, who was flapping about the stove and wiping her hands on her apron. After nearly fifteen years of knowing Ron, Hermione was practically part of the family and, after Molly kissed her on the cheek, she explained, “Bill decided to surprise us with a visit. No notice at all, of course. And you know what sort of appetites my boys have.”

Hermione smiled, nodded. “Yes. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of food though.” It always seemed as though Molly made enough food to feed the whole of Hogwarts, not just her family.

Molly gave her a weary smile. “I hope so. Help yourself to a drink, Hermione.”

“No, let me do it,” a male voice interjected from the doorway. Hermione turned to see Bill standing there. “I might as well make myself useful.” He smiled and Hermione swallowed. There it was: the knicker-wetting smile she’d always dreamed about. And it belonged to Bill Weasley, single for a year now after an amicable divorce.

“Okay,” she said softly, fairly certain that she was getting wet: he hadn’t even said ‘hello’ yet. “It’s nice to see you, Bill.”

The smile turned to a grin that had Hermione shifting a little uncomfortably and feeling hot, despite the cool cotton sundress she was wearing. “Hi, Hermione.” ‘Hi’ was just as good as ‘hello’. It was succinct. To the point. And Hermione hated herself for over-analysing the way that he greeted her. “You’re looking good.”

“You, too.” Hermione blushed slightly.

“What can I get you to drink?” Bill asked as Molly went out to the garden to get some herbs. “I think Mum’s got… just about everything.” He walked over to Hermione, giving her a wink that had her stomach fluttering as he reached up to get some glasses down from a cupboard. “How about some of Dad’s elderflower wine?”

Bill reached past her to grab a bottle from the worktop and Hermione gasped slightly, wondering if the way his arm brushed her breasts was entirely accidental. “Can’t guarantee that it’s drinkable,” Bill apologised, opening the bottle with a tap of his wand. “But it’ll most likely get us through lunch and the ‘why are you still single’ interrogation.”

Hermione couldn’t help but wonder how Bill knew that she was single. Then again, knowing Molly, the Weasley matriarch had filled him in on her almost-daughter’s life. She took the glass that Bill offered her with a smile as Molly came back into the kitchen with a handful of mint leafs.

Molly smiled at them. “Are you both alright, dears?”

“Fine, thanks, Mum,” Bill said cheerfully, taking a swig of the wine from his glass.

“What about you, Hermione? You’re looking a little flushed.”

Hermione nearly spluttered on the wine in her mouth and she swallowed, trying to gather her composure. “I’m fine,” she said, mindful of the sly smile that Bill was giving her. Hoping that her hand wasn’t shaking, Hermione set her glass down. “Actually, I think I might go and freshen up. It’s a bit humid today.”

“Of course. Go ahead.” Molly nodded and went over to the sink.

Casting a quick glance at Bill before leaving the kitchen, Hermione let out a long breath and went upstairs to the bathroom. She sighed, splashing her face with cold water and feeling more than a ‘little flushed’ as Molly had put it. There had definitely been some sort of spark between her and Bill, she was sure of it.

Her head snapped up as she heard the door close. She saw Bill’s reflection in the mirror and unconsciously licked her lips. He smirked at her.

“Feeling alright?” he asked in a low voice.

“A little warm.” Hermione closed her eyes, feeling him move to stand behind her.

“We can’t be having that,” Bill murmured, his fingers tugging at the tie behind her neck. He pulled it loose, letting the front of her dress fall loose. She didn’t have any bras that wouldn’t show when she was wearing her halter neck dress and so she had gone without. Bill made a sound of approval, his hands cupping her bare breasts. “Better?” he asked.

Hermione squeaked slightly, feeling a rush of arousal. “A little.” Bill’s thumbs rubbed over her nipples and Hermione watched in the mirror as they became hard under his touch. The friction of his skin against hers was delicious.

“I think so, too.” With one hand, Bill pulled her hair away from her neck, pressing kisses down the exposed skin. He sucked gently on a spot which he knew would be just out of sight when her hair was down and Hermione groaned, her fingers gripping the sink.

Bill chuckled, his hands slipping down her sides and pulling up her dress. When his thumbs hooked around the legs of her knickers, he pulled them down, the damp material sticking slightly at the juncture of her thighs. Hermione let out a shuddering breath and she heard Bill swear softly under his breath.

Closing her eyes, she could hear a rustling of material and the sound of a zip. Bill Weasley was going to fuck her in the bathroom at the Burrow. It made her feel wanton and reckless and just a little bit dirty but, right now, that was all that she wanted. Hermione couldn’t even think about anything else.

He put his hands on her hips, lifting her a little. The head of his cock pushed against her and Hermione whimpered, biting her lip. “Relax,” he told her through gritted teeth. With a hard thrust of his hips, Bill buried his cock inside her. Hermione gave a cry of surprise, even though she had been expecting it, arching her back as she tried to get used to the feel of him inside her and the angle.

Bill gave a few shallow, testing thrusts before Hermione chocked out, “More,” needing everything he could give. His position was just perfect and she wanted him deeper, a desperate sort of lust running through her body.

Hermione watched them in the mirror in a sort of detached way, seeing the intense look on Bill’s face, the way her knuckles were turned white from gripping the sink so hard, and how her breasts moved with every thrust.

“So fucking tight,” Bill managed to say. “Wanna see… wanna see your tits bounce when you ride me.”

Hermione’s cheeks were flushed and she whimpered at the thought of shagging Bill again. And again and again and again. When his hand snaked between her thighs, a finger flicking her clit, she fell apart with a low groan, shaking against the sink.

Bill finished with a few more thrusts as she clenched around him. He breathed into her hair as his heart raced. “Never pictured you as one for quick shags in the bathroom.”

Truth be told, Hermione had surprised herself, too. “I also do long screws in the bedroom,” she offered, wondering if making a joke was the best way to go.

He chuckled. “Good,” he said, giving a breast a light, teasing squeeze. “I like a well-rounded woman.”