The Look

Title: The Look
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Pairing: Bill/Ron
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: The only things that are mine would be plot and smut. Everything else is all JKR's.
Summary: Ron has been getting some very odd looks lately.
Beta: celticangel76. Thanks for the quick beta.
Author's Notes: This was written for blksncleverness as part of the Gift Ficlet Request Cookie Jar. She wanted Ron/Bill. Hope this suits.


For most of his seventh year, Ron Weasley was oblivious to the attention he was receiving, and what it meant. He had filled out quite nicely, strong back and shoulders, narrow waist, long legs with strong thighs. The war had made changes as well. He now sported a scar under his left eye, longer hair, and his reflexes were faster. Still not Seekers reflexes, but almost. His jaw had squared out and gave his face the look of a man who knew what he wanted, and just how he could go about getting it. His lips were full and tempting.

Gradually, after the Easter hols, he realized that almost every where in the castle he went he garnered attention. Almost every one it seemed looked at him funny. He couldn't figure out what the problem was. He checked often after it happened, rushing to the loo or the nearest mirror, and never once did he see his buttons done up the wrong way, or anything out of place, or something on his clothing. He just couldn't figure it out. Most disconcerting was the fact that both birds and blokes looked at him in just that way.

He'd even gone so far as to ask Harry and Hermione about it. Hermione had thrown he hands in the air muttering about how bloody thick boys were, and Harry had gone red in the face and not said a word. He might have ignored it if he hadn't noticed it coming from some of the professors as well. Trelawney, Hooch, the bloke who taught Muggle Studies, the new DADA teacher, also a bloke, and Snape. It wasn't till after an Order meeting where he caught that same look on Shacklebolt's face that he got desperate enough to pull Bill aside and ask him what in Merlin's ball's was going on.

"Did you see that Bill?"

"See what?" Bill asked, eyes across the room on Albus.

"That look! Shacklebolt just gave me a funny look. What's worse, I keep getting that same look from loads of people, including the professors. What's wrong with me?"

Bill chuckled and turned to face his brother. "Nothing's wrong with you Ron. What look are you talking about?"

Ron shook his head. "Dunno how to describe it really. A bit like pain and pleasure and a question all at once."

Bill drew back and thought, his brows furrowed. He looked at his brother, really looked, and was startled to note just how bloody sexy the younger man was. He thought he knew what look Ron might be talking about. He slowly looked his brother up and down, not as family, but just as a male and was stunned to find his body responding to sight before him. Merlin, Ron had gone and grown up and become very bloody shag-able.

"That's it!" Ron said excitedly. "That's the look. What the hells does that mean?"

Bill's mouth dropped in surprise. Surely he can't be that naïve, he thought. It occurred to him that yes, he could be. Ron had always been thick when it came to things like this.

He gave him the once over again and said, "That the look?"

"Yes. What's it mean?"

Bill grinned and took Ron's arm. "Come on, I'll show you."

Confused, Ron followed along until they got to an empty classroom, where Bill pulled him inside and spell locked and sealed the door.

"Well?" Ron demanded after several minutes of silence.

"Ron, are you still a virgin?" Bill asked quietly.

"What – why – what difference does that make?" Ron spluttered.

Bill stepped closer to Ron and smiled. "It makes all the difference in the world." His voice dropped, and he stepped closer still. "Have you even been properly kissed Ron?"

Something about the way Bill sounded had that same feeling he got when he wanked unfurling up his spine. What the hell was wrong with him? This was his brother for Merlin's sake. He intended to tell Bill to mind his own business, but instead stammered out, "N – no. I mean, well I've tried it and …"

Bill slipped an arm around Ron's waist and lowered his head, his breath washing across Ron's lips, "Let's fix that shall we? Wouldn't want you going about it the wrong way when you get your big chance."

He closed the small distance and pressed his lips to Ron's. Ron made a tiny shocked sound, and gasped, and Bill used the opportunity to slide his tongue instead Ron's mouth, searching out it's secrets and teasing Ron's tongue into dancing with his own.

At the first touch of Bill's tongue on his own, Ron gave a mental shrug and relaxed into the kiss. Might as well learn from someone who knew what they were doing, and Merlin could Bill kiss. Against his will, Ron found his arms wrapping about Bill's neck and his traitorous body arching into Bill's. As far as it was concerned, this was bloody brilliant, and it wanted all it could get.

Bill groaned when Ron responded and his own hips lurched forward, grinding his rising erection into Ron's groin, and he was surprised to find an answering hardness there. He rolled his hips and grinned when Ron bucked hard against him, and he just had to feel that hot flesh in his hand. He slipped a hand between their bodies, sliding open the fastenings of Ron's trousers and pushing his hand inside to close over naked flesh.

"Naughty boy," he whispered against Ron's lips before moving his mouth to his neck. "No pants," he murmured, as he squeezed his hand tighter and pulled up on Ron's cock. Slowly, he fisted the hard column as his lips toured the skin of Ron's neck and shoulders, tongue slipping out occasionally to lick at the creamy flesh.

Ron moaned, lost in the heady pleasure of having someone else's hand on his skin, stroking him with just the right pressure, surprising him with the sheer intensity of it. He was close, he knew it, but he couldn't find the breath to warn Bill at all. He came with a sigh, and slumped into Bill's body, grateful for the arm around his waist.

"Alright there Ron," Bill asked.

He nodded weakly, still trying to regain his breath. He looked up in time to see Bill lick at his hand and groaned, burying his face in Bill's neck. Who would have ever thought something like that could be so erotic.

Bill finished licking his hand clean, enjoying the taste, then drew his wand and performed a small cleaning charm on Ron, gently tucking him back in. "I suspect the next time someone looks at you like that, you'll know what it means. You'll be better prepared to handle it then," he added with a grin.

As much as he had enjoyed what Bill did, he was glad he hadn't asked him to return the favour. Frankly, he wasn't sure he could.

As if he had heard him, Bill said, "Just be sure to give the bloke back a bit of what he gave you alright? I've got to go, but owl me if you need anything." Bill let him go, a hand ruffling through his hair, and unlocked the door, striding away without a backwards glance. Ron followed after a moment, already formulating what he would do the next time some bloke looked at him that way. A wicked smile played across his lips.