Insistent

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Bill Weasley was laying on a stone floor atop of a woolen rug enjoying the feel of the warm fire on his naked body and the woman that he adored in his arms. Life could not get much better than this.

Swirling a glass of wine around he smiled at the sleeping figure that lay in his arms. Abigail, the woman that he had been chasing since Hogwarts, was finally his to toy with however he wanted. For the better part of the last six months she had been in his arms, well, bed. For nearly the previous six months, he had chased her, not being one that routinely chased women; this had been an interesting adventure and exciting diversion from the life of a curse-breaker at Gringotts.

As he laid there reminiscing about the night of passion he had just experienced an owl fluttered through the window of his home and landed on top of his shoulder. He recognized the bird as his families but wondered how in the world the animal had made such a long flight. Errol was old and nearly blind.

Bill placed his wine goblet down and unrolled the piece of parchment that the bird carried. It was from his family. The whole Weasley brood would be arriving in two weeks time to spend the summer holiday with him, as they had been fortunate enough to win the Daily Prophet prize this year. Momentarily, Bill wondered if this arrangement was going to kink up his now steady sex life. Sighing, he cast aside the parchment, told the owl that he needed a rest and settled down into the arms of the most brilliant witch he had ever bed. Pulling the covers up, he figured that tomorrow he would work out the arrangements for his families stay.

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Dawn brought in the sun from a nearby window awaking Abigail from a contented slumber. She had fallen asleep, wrapped tightly in the beautiful Gryffindor’s arms. Softly she pressed her lips to his stomach and kissed it with feather light kisses. He stirred. She continued downward with her kisses until she came level with his morning erection. Slowly, she ran her tongue up the underside and placed a wet kiss directly onto the head of his penis. Bill’s hands made their way to her hair, grasped onto it, wrapping it around his fingers and began guiding her head up and down his shaft. He groaned, “This is the perfect way to wake up in the mornings” and her giggle reverberated through his body.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she purred as she stroked his penis and nudged his testicles with her nose. She licked them. Then blew on them. He shivered at the cold air being placed upon his most intimate parts.


Rising up on her elbows she began to pay some serious attention to his bulging penis. Sucking and licking until she was certain that he could no longer stand anymore without exploding in her mouth.

“No. I want you too bad not to take what I can from you. You’ll have to settle for orgasmic bliss somewhere other than my mouth this morning.”

“Mmmm, promise?” Bill asked, as he pulled her close and smothered her mouth with a kiss. He deepened the kiss as his fingers started to play with her tight nipple. Raising her up, he leaned over and latched onto it with his mouth, rolling the tight nub in his mouth, laving her breast with his tongue. He flipped her over so that he could has direct access with her body, working his way down to the apex between her legs, he swiped his tongue against her opening and clamped his mouth down around her ball of nerves.

She moaned and arched her back towards him. She grasped his hair into her hands pulled him closer into her.

“Please, Bill”.

“Please what?”

“Please pleasure me with that talented cock of yours.”

“I really love the way you talk, turns me on…”

Rising up so that he could see her eye to eye, he plunged inside of her, she squealed as she met his hips making him go deeper inside of her. As if they had been starved for this nourishment, they joined. Him, riding her with all the force that he could muster this early in the day, her urging him on to move ‘faster…faster…yes, right there’.

He could feel her orgasm about to take over her body. She was tightening, starting to talk nonsense, and there was a sheen of sweat that had appeared on her skin. Her eyes closed tightly he tilted her head and forced her to look into his eyes. There was something erotic to Bill Weasley about a woman looking into his eyes when she climaxed. It was almost as if he received a glimpse of her soul.

As Abigail reached her peeked, she began to moan more openly, the eye contact was driving her over the edge and he was whispering words of encouragement to her.

“Come on, baby…that’s it. Your pussy is so tight…yes, here it comes.”

There was something about a Gryffindor talking dirty.

She came with the full force of the Hogwarts Express. He followed.

As they were slowing down, Bill heard applause.

Turning towards the sound, he saw his family standing in the doorway with Fred and George smiling and clapping.

“Right good show.”

“Excellent. What do you do for an encore?”

Bill looked to Mrs. Weasley, who at the moment was staring at her son as if he had grown two heads. Bill grabbed for the blanket that they had discarded earlier and tried to cover not only him but her also. Mr. Weasley came in carrying the luggage caught one glimpse of what his wife and children had just witnessed and said, “Right…Errol was late I gather.”

“Yeah, Errol arrived early this morning” Bill choked out. Abby’s head was buried in Bill’s shoulder.

Mr. Weasley smiled, “Well, children, let’s give them a moment. We’ll be in the kitchen making tea. Gather yourselves and come in for a cup,” Mrs. Weasley said.

‘Could this get any worse?’ thought Bill

Mr. Weasley was followed by Percy and Ginny. Fred, George and Ron were more difficult to move along, but with proper nudging decided that it was indeed time to go. Mrs. Weasley on the other hand walked straight ahead towards the long haired boy that was now trying very carefully to climb off of the woman that he had just rutted on the floor.

Mrs. Weasley took Bill’s face into her hands and said quite calmly, “It is truly wonderful to see you, dear. You look a little peaked, maybe a spot of breakfast also?” She then turned to the woman on the floor and stuck out her hand, “I am Molly, Bill’s mum, and you are?”

“Abigail.”

“Lovely” she replied and trotted towards the kitchen.

Abigail looked at Bill with something close to horror on her face, Bill grinned. “My family, they are somewhat of their own making.”

He stood and cast a quick cleaning spell. “I know you probably want to clean up. You know where the shower is…” He took her into his arms and pulled her into a slow, deep kiss. Growling, he pulled away. “I am sorry. I know that was terribly embarrassing for you. I’ll make it up to you later.”

She turned to go up the stairs to take a shower and he took this opportunity to smack her straight on the arse. She gave a yelp of unsuspected pain, flashed him a grin and bounced up the stairs.

Bill pulled on his pants and headed into the kitchen to face the wrath of the Weasley clan. Tucking his wand into his pocket, he pushed open the door, expecting the worst.

Percy looked green. That was the first thing that Bill had determined. Was the geeky boy still a virgin?

Fred and George looked as if Christmas had come early. That was disturbing.

Ron sat in total silence not looking at anyone, Bill, however, surmised that Ron was in a sticky situation about now.

Ginny was plain bewildered. This may have been what forced her to speak first. “Bill, do you think that when I am grown, I could have breast like that. I know men like breast, but what of her, well, her—you know, down there. She hardly has any fur there—is that what men like?”

“GINNY” squeals came from both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Bill was actually red.

“Ginny, you will be lovely, no matter the size of your breasts,” started Bill, “different men like different things, and as far as that goes, I guess it’s a personal decision.”

His mum looked mortified.

“Don’t look at me like that mum, I only answered her question. What are you doing here and why the hell could you not have knocked?”

“We did, mate,” answered Ron, “Knocked a lot. Figured you were not home. Boy, we were wrong.”

Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat loudly. “She has fine birthing hips.”

Mr. Weasley’s tea literally came through his nose as he snorted. Bill turned to her. “Were you assessing her? Look, don’t answer. I have no use for ‘birthing hips’ as you so bluntly put it. She is a beautiful woman that I see, that is all, nothing more.”

“So, you’re just using her for your sick pleasures, is that it!” Mrs. Weasley cried. “Just to make you happy? Is that the way I raised you? Only seeing women as toys to be played with?” Her voice was getting shriller by the moment.

Bill sighed as he poured himself some tea. “No, I never said that I was using her. I am not looking for a woman to have children with at this point in my life. She—look, she’s complicated, our relationship is complicated, ok. Just let it slide, this is more than a little embarrassing for me, my whole family just saw me having sex!”

“Bill,” Mr. Weasley said, “we knew that you must have some type of sex life. There is nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of, if you’re in love, let the world know. Tell us all about her, who is her family? Did she go to Hogwarts with you? Is that how you met? How long have you been seeing one another? Her family… who are they?”

This was humiliation beyond any that he had ever experienced. His mother and father were giving him advice, love advice; he was almost waiting for one of them to critique his sexual technique. Bellowing at the top of his lungs, he roared, “I AM NOT IN LOVE! CAN WE PLEASE FORGET ALL ABOUT IT?” Turning and pushing through the door, he came face to face with Abigail. Quickly drawing a breath; he wanted to explain that he just could not take any more. His family was always overbearing but this was such a personal thing that he was unsure of what was coming out of his mouth. He noticed that she had quickly summoned a bag and was gathering her things to leave. He followed her to the door, the Weasley family following him, “Abby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I am just—I don’t quite know what I am saying or doing. Stay, don’t go.”

“I need to get out of your way. Your family has come to visit and I am certain that they do not want to share you with me.”

“That’s neither here nor there. I want you to stay, I want you here. I really don’t care what they want at the moment.”

“You’re embarrassed of me, Bill. You just proved it. Your father asked you direct questions about me and you refused to answer them. I am not ashamed of what I am, Bill. You are apparently, though.”

Bill took her in his arms and moved her into an alcove, softly he whispered, “I am not embarrassed or ashamed. I am just not ready to deal with the questioning that will surly come.”

Abigail looked at Bill, then looked over at his family. She stared at them for a moment. “All I have ever heard about the Weasley family is that they are blood traitors. Surly, being classified as such makes them understanding.”

“That will not take away the simple shock, Abby,” whispered Bill.

“Tell them, or I am leaving.”

Bill stood rooted to the spot that he was at.

“Just as I thought. It was good to meet you”, she addressed the Weasley family. She summoned her bag and with a pop, she was gone.

“I’m guessing she was a Slytherin, tell me, there is a rumor around school that Slytherin girls are more talented in the bedroom; is this true?” Fred asked.

Bill turned and looked his brother dead in the face, “Fred, you have no tact. That one is definitely more talented, as she was trained by the Head Snake himself. I am going to take a shower.”

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Abigail apperated outside of the Hogwarts grounds, her mind was reeling from the earlier events. Trudging up the grounds, she slowly made her way into the castle and down towards the dungeons. Finding the door to her old Head of House’s chambers, she drew up her stance and announced herself to the portrait. Moments later, the heavy door swung open as the Potions Master stood staring at her.