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Chapter List
- 1-Castor
- 2-Pollux
- 3-Gemini
- 4-Polaris
- 3
- 4
~*Polaris*~
( A brief side story to Midsummer's Night )

Part 4: Polaris
Author: Chibi Ron Weasley
Rating: R for eh..language, Bill's personal moments, and gay stuff.
Memorandum: Yes! The last part is typed up. Spare me...gah. I got fired from my job and have been very busy getting a new one etc.....etc....
*** Enjoy!! ***
P.S. Lets make it simple and just say that I dont own any Hp characters.
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~*Polaris - Part 4: Polaris*~

It was a very lazy, very hazy, rainy Tuesday. Figures, it always rains on your day off. Bill didn't really notice, because he slept through the entire day and only woke up at 7PM. Bill cracked an eye open, glanced at the clock, and pulled the covers back over his head. Listg tog to the soft splash of raindrops against the roof of his temporary wizarding apartment lodgings.

Sighing in disinterest, he pulled the covers off his head and gazed at the ceiling with a bored expression. He really should be doing something on his day off, but all he wanted to do was lay there like an overfed slug, and the dreary atmosphere certainly was not helping the situation much.

'Why am I so lazy today, ' Bill thought to himself, stifling a huge yawn. He rolled over and staredout the window. "I know what Steve-O would say..." The picture of a green mohawked wizard appearded in his mind, grinning wickedly. 'Haven't been gettin any pussy lately, Bill!'

Bill grinned and rolled over again. "I'll bet they'd be disappointed in me over at work...wonder what that pretty-boy would say...probably tell me to do something, the little stuck up know-it-all..." Bill suddenly frowned, cutting his thoughts off abruptly. "Why am I thinking abhim?him? I'm probably never even going to see him again..." He slouched further down into his bed disgruntly. "That dope...showing me up at everything, with his big sappy eyes, pretty face and girlie body, how can he even be the least bit intimidating??"

The image of Tom popped up in Bill's mind. Smiling good naturedly, performing a complex spell as if it were nothing, sitting on the floor gazing wistfully, speaking politely, always politely...

Bill thought about him when he had been asleep on the floor of the vault. He had looked so peaceful at the time; his face soft and glowing like an angel, his delicate features lit by the feeble light of the wand. Bill thought about how his wavy chestnut hair had fallen across his face in silky touchable waves. Such beautiful hair...it was so much more luxurious than any hair he'd seen on a woman. It fell down across his shoulders, and down his back, down his slender sides, which rose and fell gently with each soft breath he took.

Bill snapped his eyes open, mortified with how he had just been thinking. But it was true, Tom did have a very nice, well built slender body. He remembered when he had grabbed him by his robe sleeve, accidentally ripping them off his body. He had tumbled to the floor in disarray, landing uneasily in the circle of wand light. It illuminated every well defined curve and muscle in that lean shirtless body. At the time Bill had been concerned with his back, which had bore the scars from the lashes of a whip, but he froze that scene in his mind, realizing how incredibly well built the rest of him really was...Not just his back, but his chest too. So flat and smooth...

This was terrible. Not only was Bill actually thinking these things, but he found himself getting hard. He slammed his head back against his pillow in frustration. "Son of a bitch...I am NOT like that..."

He stroked his hand down to relieve some of the ache and tension, and he was going to think about girls, not a guy that LOOKED like a girl, but a REAL girl. He let out a small groan, repeating the motion. That hot chick that operates the lifts at Gringotts back where he worked in Egypt. Yeah...She's so hot...That blonde hair and the great chest, which was always so nicely exposed with the revealing clothing she wore, Bill thought to himself. What a great body...so tight and soft...her gorgeous eyes...big round violet eyes framed by velvety auburn hair that you just wanted to dig your fingers into, run your hands down his neck, his creamy skin and over that wonderful lean flat chest...

It was no use. Bill pictured him, flung shirtless to the floor again, his hair askew, whisps of it flying into his face as he sat on the ground, helpless, staring up at Bill with those beautiful eyes, filled with terror...how much he wanted to hear him call his name...that soft elegant voice...

'Well, Bill Weasley, nice to meet you...'

Bill came, panting heavily as he stared at the ceiling. This wasn't normal. It wasn't...Why was he thinking this? He slammed the pillow over his face in frustration.

Why?.....WHY??

This wasn't funny. He couldn't be. Then why were these things entering his mind, invading his private thoughts? It wasn't right to think about another man like that. LIKE...THAT. It wasn't...and it was terrifying him.

Why. Why did he want to...Good gods. He wanted to throw Tom to the floor, tear off his clothes, make him squirm and writhe beneath him, make him moan and call his name and make him beg mor more...He wanted to bury his hands in that beautiful sea of auburn hair and ram his tongue down his throat...

"No..." Bill moaned, "Why can't I get him out of my mind!?" He layent ent for a while. This was sick. It had to be a phase. Yes, it was just a phase. Bill got up and walked over to a desk in the corner, picking up the company roll of floo addresses. He needed to see Tom again, needed to talk to him. Then whatever bizarre obsession he had could all be resolved, and it would all go back to normal.

Bill blinked. He wasn't in the floo addresses. It took a few moments for Bill to realize that he might have a muggle flat, and it wasn't connected with the floo network.

He sat down, popping open his laptop, (nifty muggle devices, really,) and did a scan.

"Malloy...Thomas Malloy...here we are." A small photo of Tom popped up, along with information. "Thomas Alexander Malloy. Born December 25th, 21 years old, bloodtype AB..." Bill glanced at his picture again before looking back down and finding his address. Hastily, he scrawled it down on a loose piece of parchment, folded it neatly, got dressed, and stuck it in his pocket.

*****

There wasn't anybody around the streets, which suited Bill just fine. It was now past dusk and the last few fireflies of the night were lingering sluggishly around the outskirts of the hedges. A full moon hung in the sky, illuminating a path down the road. Bill gazed up at the sky as he plodded slowly down the side walk. There was one star in the sky that was shining particularly bright that night. Bill stared at it, watching it blink and twinkle until before he knew it, he was standing at the door step of a small apartment flat on Evergreen Street.

*****

Thomas was finishing sweeping his kitchen when he heard his doorbell ring. He glanced quickly at the digital clock, which read 9:30PM, then back at the door. Wondering who would be visiting him at the hour, he set down his broom and dust pan and made his way to the door, unlocking it and opening it just enough to peek out.

"...Mr. Weasley?"

Bill stood stiffly in the doorway, just staring. He realized he hadn't really thought about what he was going to say when he got there.

"Uhh..." he muttered stupidly. What the hell was he supposed to say? 'Gee Tom, I was just thinkin about you naked in a tub of hot fudge. So, hows about it?'

Tom opened the door all the way, standing there with a politely questioning expression on his face. He was in dark green and blue plaid boxer shorts and a navy tanktop with 'Abercrombie' printed across the front. He had on a hemp necklace, and Bill noticed that he now had in earrings, a bunch of them, going the whole way up one ear, and at the moment, had on his round glasses. His hair was tied back in asy psy ponytail, which didn't quite hold all of his hair. Bill swallowed thickly. Wow, was he gorgeous.

Tom smiled as Bill continued to mutely stand there, gaping stupidly, and leaned against the side of the door on his elbow. "Hello, Mr. Weasley."

'God...how can you dress like that infront of me..."

Tom took a step forward. "Would you like to come in?"

'Stop that or I'm going to jump you right here...'

"...Are you alright?"

Bill took a step into the house and shut the door behind him. He still didn't speak as he glanced around the small apartment, which was sparsely furnished; the only thing lighting the room was the moon outside. He glanced over his shoulder to where Tom was standing by the wall, both hands behind his back and a puzzled look on his face. It was too much...

Bill took a step towards him, and he stared back intently.

"...Mr. Weasley..??"

"I had to talk to you again," Bill said shortly. Thomas stood staring back, his large purple orbs rivited. "You are the most annoying person I've ever met." Tom raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "Polite, perfect in every whay, and you just come along out of the blue, make a fool of me, then show me up at everything. And then, AND THEN if that wasn't enough, you won't even leave me with my own damn thoughts." He place his hands on Tom's shoulders and shoved him up against the wall.

"W..what--" Tom stuttered, startled.

Bill's eyes flashed ominously. "I can't stand you, you perfect, you know-it-all...I can't stand how you smile all the time, or your voice, how you look...I can't stand how you make me feel..."

And what happened next, Tom truely did not expect. Bill pinned him up against the wall, leaned in close, and forced his tongue into his mouth. The shock of it probably had rendered Tom numb for a few moments before he lifted his own arms, whimpering slightly, and pulled out of the embrace, stumbling sideways a few paces, glaring at Bill.

"Bill...?" he panted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"That's better, please call me Bill," he replied, taking a step toward the tremultuous Thomas. Tom slid up against the wall, his eyes wide and fearful.

"Don't look at me like that..." Bill whispered. He leaned forward, sliding his hand up Tom's leg and inner thigh, then shoved it upward. Thomas let out a startled gasp, and Bill took the opportunity to capture his lips once again, slipping his tongue into his already open mouth. He felt Tom stiffen nervously, then relax, to Bill's suprise, and begin to respond gently with his own tongue. Bill felt him enterhis mouth tentatively at first, relaxing a little more as their tongues intertwined delicately.

It felt incredible. Sure, Bill had been kissed before, but never had it been so incredibly innocent and sweet. He felt a warm tingly possessiveness flood his his body and seemd to flow through his fingertips as he wrapped his arms around Tom's slender waist, holding him close, feeling the comforting heat radiate off of each others chests, soothing against the cool breeze of the night.

Bill slid his tongue slowly out of Tom's mouth and kissed his lip tenderly, ending the most amazing kiss he had ever sh. T. Tom opened his eyes slowly and glancing up, their gazes met through the hazy summer darkness. Bill leaned in close to Tom's neck to whisper in his ear, letting the soft whisps of auburn hair gently brush against his cheek as he spoke.

"I hate you...You've made me fall so hopelessly in love with you." He still held Tom tenderly in his arms and waited a moment, but Tom did not resist or express disapproval.

"You could have stopped me...I know you could have," Bill said. ".....Why didn't you?"

Thomas glanced up at the man who was holding him in his arms; his face was very solumn. "Because..." he replied softly. Taking a hold of both of Bill's hands, he pulled him playfully backwards, Tom landing on his back out on the balcony, and Bill landing on top of him. "...I wanted it...more than anything." He nuzzled against Bill's neck and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Bill stared down at the boy stupidly as if he were in a daze. It took him about a minute before he could speak anything close to a coherant sentance. "So.....................uh......."

"Duh..." Tom mocked playfully.

"Twit."

"Punkass."

"Nerd."

Bill tackled him before rolling off to lay on his own back on the balcony.

Thomas laughed. "I told you, Bill Weasley, I knew you were a good person. There's no need for a front around me."

Bill sighed, rolling over to stare at him. "God. What the hell...so what, I'm gay now?"

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Well you DID kiss me," and grinning, he added, "And you DID seem to really enjoy it..."

"Damn you Thomas, you turned me fruity." Bill let out a frustrated sigh. "It took me a while to accept what I was feeling. I didn't even realize it at first."

"I knew from the first moment we really met." Tom's eyes shined with the.soft starlight. "As I read the stars for the past few weeks, Pollux, my star, had always been defined in the sky. But it wasn't until a few days ago that Castor began to shine very brightly. Thats exactly when I met you, and I knew."

They both lay on their backs and gazed up into the stars. The rain clouds had cleared away, and they were stark and vivid against the night sky.

"You read the heavens, you mean like the centaurs do?"

"Yes...it can be quite accurate if you do it right." He sighed lightly, nudging up against Bill's chest. "When we left the bank yesterday, I was so afraid I would never see you again. So I wished upon Polaris that we may meet again soon."

"Polaris?"

Tom gently took Bill's hand and guided it to a pointing position toward the sky. "Polaris. The North Star. One can always depend upon for guidance."

Bill stared into the sky, following the trail of his pointing finger. It fell upon a bright star, and he immediately recognized it as the one he had gazed at the entire way to Thomas's house.

Tom began to trace Bill's finger down from the North Star, down along a snake like pattern of stars. "Draco," he said. He moved Bill's finger south, and then west, onto a cresent of stars. "Corona Borealis...Move west from there. You will find Regulus, imbedded in the constelation Leo." He moved north, and traced the form of a three-pronged thing. "Cancer." And then he moved north again, to a brilliant star. "That is Pollux. Right next to it...that's Castor. Their visual magnitude is amazing, even though they normally are at this time in late summer. They are extraordinarily brilliant, are they not?"

This, Bill did notice. "That they are...it's Gemini, isn't it?"

"Right you are, they make up the constellation Gemini."

"...And this is how you knew...?"

"Yes." He hugged onto Bill. "Then I wished upon Polaris that you would come back...and you did, you came back to me..."

"...And now I never want to let you go..." Bill said softly, circling his arms around Thomas's waist. He moved his hands up enough to let them, play through Tom's hair. It was so soft. He leaned into it and let it brush across his face, and he inhaled his scent deeply. Whatever shampoo he used smelled really really good.

The clock inside the house chimed 10 O'Clock. Tom turned so that his nose touched lightly against Bill's. "It's getting late...I don't want you to go..."

"I wasn't planning to."

Tom glanced up at him, smiled, and leaned against his chast, and the two shared another kiss under the heavens.

*****

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bill rocked unsurely on the balls of his feet by the side of the bed, clad in only his boxers and unbuttoned black shirt.

Tom fidgeted absentmindedly with a hole in the bed sheets and glanced nervously downward before answering an unsteady "Yes..."

Bill slipped under the covers next to him. "If you're sure..."

"I'm sure."

"Ok then..." Bill said. He ran a hand slowly up Tom's bare leg, causing him to flinch uncomfortably, then relax.

"I don't want to think about my past anymore...I don't want to be afraid...and I don't want the nightmares..."

Bill pulled the boy close and held him tenderly. "It's ok...I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Not ever...." he whispered as he stroked his fingers soothingly through Tom's unbraided hair.

Thomas wrapped his arms around Bill's neck, pulling him down on top of him. "I love you..." he breathed in his ear.

Bill smiled down at him, his own unruley unfastened hair falling down over his shoulders. He lifted a hand and let his fingers gently brush over Thomas's cheek. "My angel..."

Tom pushed Bill's shirt the rest of the way off his shoulders, admiring his well defined body before reaching up to remove his own glasses.

"No...Don't take them off...they make you look sexy."

"R...really?" Thomas breathed, blushing scarlet. He left them on, pulling Bill on top of him. "Ok...as long as you keep the fang earring in..." Bill grinned. He slipped a soft pillow underneath Thomas's hips and glanced up at him tentatively as he positioned himself.

"Now...you're sure about this?"

Tom arched his back seductively and ran his hands up Bill's chest. "Yes," he nodded assertively, "I want to be yours...so please make me yours..."

Bill breathed deeply, running his hands over Thomas's smooth chest, and kissed at his neck, sucking on spots of it seductively. He trailed his tongue down his chest and began to tease a nipple with his tongue. He heard Tom moan softly, then felt his slender fingers bury themselves in the tangles of red hair as he moved his hips up to meet Bill's. He groaned involuntarily as he felt their arousals rub against each other. The thought that Thomas was hard for him only aroused him further. At the moment wan wanted nothing more then to be inside him, thrustng between his legs, making him cry out and moan his name. But he was going to take it slowly.

"I...I'll be good for you. I promise...and I'll be gentle," he whispered, kissing his forehead.

Thomas smiled sweetly, wrapping his arms around Bill's shoulders. "I know you will be."

*****

They made love twice that night, each time fully expressing the overbearing emotion and love they felt for each other. The atmosphere had been that of the utmost genuine passion that the energy they felt between one another was so much stronger than most heterosexual couples that they could not even compare with the feelings Bill and Thomas harbored for each other. As the two had held each other in an everlasting embrace, Bill had entered Thomas's body gently, slowly pushing into him, trying hard not to harm the form which he held most sacred and dear to his heart. And as they gazed back at each other, kissing passionately, the most incredible sensation washed over the both of them. As Bill felt the warm sheath of the boy he loved pulsating around him, he became aware of a powerful possessiveness flooding through his entire body, and the feeling of their bodies intertwining was as if an electrical current was flowing between them. Looking each other in the eyes, they knew that they were both feeling the same thing, and they knew their relationship would be forever, as inscribed in the heavens above them.

the gentle kiss of the warm morning sunshine awoke them the next morning. Bill cracked his eyes open slowly, smiling when they fell upon Tom, who was cuddled up beside him, still nuzzled against his neck in Bill's arms. His violet eyes opened slowly as he woke, smiling sleepily as they met with Bill's.

"Good morning, love," he mumbled.

"Hey, Abercrombie." Bill placed a light kiss on Tom's forehead, and they cuddled under the covers. "Sleep well?"

Thomas smiled. "No more nightmares...thankyou, love. I slept wonderfully." He sighed sleepily. "Bill, the feeling of you inside me last night...it was amazing."

Bill blushed. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

"You were wonderful."

Bill grinned and kissed thomas playfully. Tom hugged onto him and buried his face in his chest. "Ung..." he moaned. "I don't want to get up yet..."

"Not a morning person, are you?"

Tom shook his head bluntly, not removing it from Bill's chest.

"Don't you work today?"

Tom sleepily lifted his head, tosing his tangled bangs out of his face. "No...I'm off today," and glancing at the clock, he added, "but I believe you do..."

Bill glanced at the digital alarm clock, and mortified, realized it was 9:56 AM. "Crap." He gazed longingly back at his lover, who just smiled at him.

"You'de better hurry up."

Bill nodded reluctantly, springing up from the bed and hurredly dressed himself.

"Come back to me then...you will, won't you?"

Turning, Bill glanced back over his shoulder at Tom, who was staring at him hopefully, sitting up in his bed with the sheets pulled up to his neck, making him look unresistably adorable. "Of course I will, love."

"Move in with me...please..." he smiled warmly.

"I was never planning on leaving," Bill said to him, clasping his hands in his own tenderly. "I can't wait to come home and see you tonight. Wait for me, my little angel." He kissed him, savoring every sugary sweet moment, knowing he wouldn't be able to taste him again until after his long day.

"I will..." Tom replied. And when he opened his eyes from the kiss, Bill was gone.

*****

A frizzy blonde head popped through the door. "WEASLEY!"

Steve-O looked up from his desk, glanced to his left, then to his right, grinned non-chalantly, and shrugged.

Sheryl narrowed her eyes. "Mr. Manhatten, where is Mr. Weasley? Its the last day before we have to go back to Egypt!"

"I dunno. What do I look like, the Bill control squad?"

"Don't get smart with me or your job will be in danger a wit with Mr. Weasley's."

"Aw, you wouldn't fire Bill, he's too important."

"Oh, you want to bet?"

Steve-O grinned slyly. "You need to loosen up. You just don't like Bill cause he's young, attractive, bloody brilliant, and he can relax on the job and still do it well. He's even givin you a run for your money on your job position."

Sheryl sniffed disdainfully to hint to Steve-O that he was way off, but he still knew that he had hit the nail on the head. She turned to leave, when suddenly, Bill came plowing past her, looking extremely windswept and grinning insanely, still covered in floo powder.

"W...William! What do you think you're--"

"Top of the morning to you, Sheryl!" Bill said jovially, jumping up off the floor, and planted a kiss on her cheek.

She stumbled back in astonishment, blushing deep rose. "G--good morning, Mr. Weasley. Carry on!" She crashed into the door before exiting.

Still grinning, Bill checked the clock, exactly 10 O'Clock again, and sauntered up to his desk, setting down his briefcase.

Steve-O stared up at him, also grinning madly. "Good mood, eh Bill?"

Bill nodded fervently, sitting down in his seat.

"Good day off?"

"Yes."

Steve-O grinned wickedly. "Somebody got pussy!"

Bill gazed happily out the side window. "Nope. I got something much better."

~*The End*~

Squeee. I don't own Bill Weasley. But I own pretty much everybody else. *snigger* Review me! Please! Carry on!

For events that happen after this story, please check out my other story, "Midsummer's Night" (Harry/Ron slash), where Bill and Tom first came into play in my writings. ^_^
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