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Summer Holiday
Chapter 7. In the Heat of the Night

The twins' gleeful yell pierced the silent humid evening. Startled, Bill sat up his underwear pinging back into place, Hermione rolled off him and the scantily clothed pair stared up at Fred and George's identical evil grins. Hermione swore under her breath and to disguise her flaming cheeks began to search in the sand for her clothes. Before the twins had a moment to speak Bill had risen angrily from the ground and hissed something to them venomously. At his words the pair shrugged then nodded and turned to head back up the beach, sniggering.

A little further up the beach, Harry swallowed trying to rid himself of the uncomfortable lump in his throat, past Fred and George's shadowy outlines he could see the silhouettes of two bodies, he knew who they were. Suppressing the twisting feelings within his stomach he turned silently and strode back towards the music and lights.

"Shit." Hermione breathed fumbling in the darkness; she snuck a sidelong glance at Bill, and found he was obviously trying to smother a grin, she dissolved into muffled giggles.

"Help, I can't find my bra." She gasped; Bill snorted with laughter and dropped to his knees, retrieving it moments later from a point a fair distance away. He crawled behind Hermione and carefully helped her fasten it; Hermione flinched at the feel of his breath against her neck. Swivelling around Hermione pulled her dress back on and faced him, the humour and excitement of the discovery evaporated instantly as a thought dawned on her.

"Ron. Harry,” she whispered urgently to Bill, he shook his head.

"Don't worry. Fred and George won't say anything for now, and we can deal with them in time." He reassured her, Hermione fidgeted nervously, unsure on the twins' reliability on the issue. Bill stood up and brushed sand from his knees, reaching across he gently swept off some Hermione's shoulder. Leaving his hand on her shoulder he leant in and kissed her, sweet and lingering. He drew away and brushed a loose lock of hair away from her face, mentally storing away the image of her at that moment, her hair tousled and messy, lips swollen, eyes twinkling and skin entirely glowing by the faint hue of the moonlight. Hermione's lips curved in a smile.

"Thank you for tonight," She said.

"The pleasure was all mine." Bill answered, taking her hand. Hermione grinned to herself, no, not all yours.

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Bill and Hermione wandered back to the villa and sat for a few awkward minutes in the lounge conversing edgily with the twins, the twins realised they had the upper hand and were cockily retorting to Bill and Hermione's pleas for their discretion. After a while, Bill stood up fuming, glaring at Fred and George's irritatingly unfazed faces.

"'Mione, go to bed. I need to remind my brothers of something." He said through clenched teeth, Hermione shrugged and yawning headed for her room. Idly wondering what secret Bill would manage to recollect to keep the twins silent. Shutting her door behind her she pulled off her dress and headed for the bathroom. So far into the holiday she had only desired quick, refreshing showers but now her body ached for a long, relaxing bath. Hermione eyed the basic, narrow bath distastefully and her gaze strayed to the bathroom table on which her wand was lying. Picking it up she twirled it between her fingers and kicking the door shut behind her and locking it she turned her attention to the bath. Muttering a string of charms she managed to lengthen and deepen the bath till it resembled a small pool, flicking her wand at the plain taps, Hermione transfigured them into a wide variety, similar to the prefects' bathroom back at Hogwarts. Grinning satisfactorily, she removed her underwear and twiddled several taps, the roomy bath instantly filled with steaming, fragranced water and huge, frothy mountains of bubbles. Happily Hermione sank under the soothing water with a sigh of content, idly grasping her wand from the edge; she conjured candles and then turned off the lights.

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Harry sat alone, on the cool, paved steps beside the villa's pool. Frustratedly he ran a hand through his hair, and screwed up his eyes, trying desperately to erase the moonlit silhouettes which were paroling his brain. Exhaling noisily he tried to collect his thoughts, the holiday had been going well, there wasn't any strain between him and Hermione like he had feared after their second break up. Granted, it was amicable, a decision they had both come to after long nights of deliberation, they were better as friends, it was the best way. Or so he had thought. Why then had he felt the rush of jealously and resent at the blurred figure of Bill. Resting his head in his hands he sighed exasperatedly, and tried to reason. Was this feeling just a protective rush of sensitivity for his best friend or something more, was he regretting what had passed between them, what seemed like an age back in England. Harry felt his mind screaming the latter was the truth. Irritated and perturbed Harry stood and decided to find some answers.

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Woozily Hermione sat upright in the bath, attempting to clear her head and distinguish the sound she had just heard.

"Hermione?" A faint knock on the bathroom door was accompanied by a whisper. Bill. Hermione felt her mouth curve into a smile, plucking her wand from the floor she directed it to the door and muttered, "Alohamora." Hearing the lock click open she held her breath in anticipation as the door slid slowly open. Bill's tall, muscular form sidled round the frame and entered the hazy, dimly lit room. He pushed the door shut behind him and turned his gaze to Hermione, only her head and one, smooth knee could be glimpsed from beneath the thick blanket of foam. She flashed him an impish grin and tossed her damp curls. Bill opened his mouth to speak but she pressed a finger to her lips in a warning, and simply let her eyes rake him from head to toe suggestively. Bill felt his face flush from the intense stare, he understood her implications and had no intent in resisting them, grinning, he flicked her wand behind him to lock the door and undressed. The next moment he was sliding into the hot soapy water beside Hermione, she smiled at him and leant over, running a hand down his chiselled chest, whispering into her ear.

"Want me to soap you down?" She asked, Bill's increased breathing seemed to suggest the affirmative and so Hermione shifted position slightly to gain full access to his bare back and began to rub a lotion into the tanned skin. The cream smelt strongly of vanilla and jasmine, and mixed with the muggy, fragrant mist enveloping the entire bathroom it was heady and intoxicating. Hermione let her hands run over Bill's shoulder down onto his chest, her breasts pressing into his back, this move seemed to spark something in Bill, and he roughly twisted her over and lay between her silky legs. Grinning down at her Bill studied her deep toffee coloured eyes, he was fascinated by how deep they were, breathing raggedly, partly from the moist air he lowered his lips to hers. Hermione groaned into his mouth, his kiss was intense, exhilarating, his tongue probing, his hands gliding, all over her body, effortlessly due to the water. Raising her dripping hands Hermione laced her fingers through Bill's damp, tousled hair and pulled his face to hers, prolonging the kiss. She was feeling light headed, the feelings, the strong scents, the lack of oxygen. It didn't matter, the sensations he was creating were explosive. Hermione felt blackness tickling at the edges of her mind; pulling away from the kiss she took a deep breath. Bill shifted his body out of the bath, water pouring off his back and tugged at her hands. He pulled her out of the bath and taking her wand he directed to the floor and muttered a charm, the floor beneath their feet became as soft and squashy. The couple fell back onto it, continuing the kiss; the heat between the two bodies was extreme. Everywhere Hermione's hands touched set Bill's nerves tingling as if with electricity. Circling Bill's face with her hands Hermione drew him even closer and wrapped her legs around his muscular torso, feeling the searing heat of his shaft against her. Opening her eyes, she saw him gazing down at her, breathing hard. Their foreheads rested together, tiny glistening beads of perspiration mixed with the moisture from the scented mist still swirling about them from the bath. His normally cobalt eyes had deepened to an almost navy blue,

"Hermione?" She nodded, not breaking eye contact, "Is this— is this the first time?" He asked huskily. Hermione shook her head,

"Harry." She replied quietly. Bill nodded in understanding, and as Hermione intertwined her fingers in his hair and crushed his lips against hers, he gave in and plunged forward, her legs locking around him, ankles resting in the small of his back. The frenzied pace, increased the temperature in the room to an extortionate high. Hermione felt like she would burst into flame, she couldn't catch her breath but it added to the pleasure in a strange, dangerous way. Bill's breathing was ragged as he sent Hermione spiralling into a climax, moments later he collapsed against her, the scented water from the bath, mingled with perspiration running over their naked bodies. Propping himself up onto an elbow which sunk an inch or two into the cushiony floor Bill swept a damp curl away from Hermione's flushed face and smiled. Not needing to speak, he leant down and kissed her lips, lightly for a lingering minute, before drawing away and winding an arm around her stomach her pulled her against his chest, feeling her head tuck beneath his chin, her hair brushing him lightly, he smiled contently, and let the drowsiness overcome him.

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Pausing outside Hermione's door, Harry swallowed. Resolved, he raised his fist to knock, but before it stuck the door he let it unfurl to a palm, which hit it softly, only creating a practically inaudible sound. Harry rested his forehead against the cool wood of the door and took a deep breath, he had to confront her with what he was feeling, he knew from experience, bottling up feelings didn't agree with him, nor did it solve anything. He knew he could trust Hermione to be honest, even if it was what he didn't want to hear, he needed to know. Lifting his fist he knocked lightly, tensely awaiting a reply. Nothing. He struck again. Silence. Perhaps she was asleep he considered, hovering a moment in the hall he was unsure on what to try next. He let his hand rest on the door handle, and carefully twisted it, peering into the dark room. The bed was empty, unmade, but that wasn't unusual, he knew Hermione, although obsessively tidy in most cases, never made the bed. Inching into the room he stared around, it was impeccably tidy, except a pile of wrinkled clothes in the centre of the pale carpet. Harry frowned, then noticing the door to the bathroom was directly in front of the crumpled heap.

"'Mione?" He called quietly tapping tentatively on the bathroom door. There was no reply, a flicker of worry quivered in Harry's stomach, he tried the door. Locked. Swallowing he knocked again louder, still no reply. Taking a deep breath he drew back and pulled out his wand, "Alohamora," He whispered, stepping forward he pulled open the door a few inches. There, in the centre of the room upon, the floor, obviously enchanted as it sloped comfortably like a bed lay Hermione and Bill, naked. Harry's jaw clenched, he had time to notice the protective arm encircling Hermione's bare waist. He pulled the door closed. Feeling slightly nauseous both from the sight, and the pungent scent which had hit him when he opened the door, Harry staggered away to his bed.

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Yellow light was streaming into the bathroom; Hermione opened her eyes and stretched happily. Bill's arm was still locked securely around her waist, she carefully wriggled out of his grip and pulled a large fluffy towelling robe down from a hook on the back of the door and wrapped it around her. She knelt down on the still soft floor beside Bill and watched intently as he slept, he looked angelic, the curls framing his face, his eyelashes making two arcs on his tanned cheeks. Hermione smiled and viewed the subtle rise and fall of his chest, after a moment his eyelids twitched and slid open to reveal the startling blue. Hermione leant down to kiss him, her tongue running lightly along his bottom lip. He sat up, stretching sleepily.

"Morning." He yawned, Hermione grinned,

"Good Morning." She replied. She threw him another robe, than averted her gaze to the bathroom. It was a mess, the bath was still full, lumps of foam floating on the surface, heaps of bubbles scatted the floor, as did towels and Bill's clothes. Bill chuckled.

"Hmm. Perhaps we better clean this lot up." He suggested raising an eyebrow. Hermione nodded, retrieving her wand from beneath Bill's boxers with a laugh. She directed first at the bath, muttering under her breath it returned to the narrow, original state. With a sweeping motion of her wrist the towels were collected and neatly folded, the soapy piles of bubbles disappeared. Sighing she offered her hand to Bill who pulled himself to his feet and watched as she pointed the wand at the floor, feeling it return to hard marble. A realisation suddenly dawned on Hermione as she perched on the edge of the bathtub,

"Bill. Won't Fred and George realise you've been gone all night?" She asked. Bill shook his head,

"No. Part of the bargain I made with them for their silence was for me to create myself a separate room. They hate sharing with me." He said laughing.

"What?" Hermione asked confused. Bill shrugged,

"I did a lot of the extensions on The Burrow; it's not hard once you've got the basic spell. Then it's just transfigurations for the furniture and such. I can get rid of it when we leave, and you can't see it from the outside anyway." Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise, there was obviously a lot about Bill Weasley she didn't know. It intrigued her. She grinned,

"You better get going, but I want to see your new room. Soon." Hermione said, Bill rasied his eyebrows suggestively, "And, I need a shower." Hermione added with a grin. Bill nodded, leaning forward he kissed the corner of her mouth, making it curve into a smile.

"Okay. See you in a bit." He replied. Hermione nodded, and watched him slip out of the door, then turned towards the refreshing cascade of water from the shower.
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