Meet Me by the Lakeside

Title: Meet Me by the Lakeside
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is not mine, but in fact JK Rowling’s. I am not making any profit from it, just the benefit of knowing that someone is reading it.
Summary: During the summer, Harry goes to stay at the Burrow. As it goes, Mr. and Mrs.Weasley go off on a week in Rome during the summer, leaving Bill in charge. Harry and Bill begin to meet by the lake; what starts as innocent hang outs turns into something more; a summer romance, or is it more?
Genre: Romance, drama, and AU as this does off course from what the book had intended.

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Meet Me by the Lakeside


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Harry laughed, holding his belongings off to his side as he waited for Ron’s parents to gather the rest of Ginny’s items. Harry had been allowed to spend the summer with Ron, his mother having already made room for Harry to bunk in Ron’s room. What was even more interesting was that Bill, Ron’s eldest brother, would be staying over the summer.

As a gift to the couple from all of the Weasley kids, they had been given a two week trip to go to Rome. Mrs.Weasley had cried and Mr.Weasley had laughed, looking at the brochure with a giddy face. He had said that, “some interesting muggle artifacts are in this area over here. Look darling, we can go visit that building, it’s near the hotel.”

Mrs.Weasley had asked Charlie if he could watch Ron, Ginny, and Harry over the summer, since they would be gone for two weeks and she quiet frankly didn’t trust the twins to watch over us. Charlie had said that he would be too busy to watch over the two weeks, so Mrs.Weasley had phoned Bill to see if he would watch them.

Sure enough, here they were being picked up by the Weasley’s, seeing Bill carrying a few of Ginny’s bags. Harry shifted uneasily, watching Bill from the corner of his eye. The man’s long red hair was pulled back, his freckled face exposed along with his earring. He was slightly tan, but worked for Gringotts as a curse breaker. Harry admired Bill for all that he did. The man was simply incredible; cool and handsome.

Dragging his thoughts back to the present, Harry turned to help Ron with his things.

“Hello, Harry. Good to see that you will be staying with us over the summer,” Bill smiled, taking one of Harry’s bags and swinging it over his shoulder. “Let me take this for you.”

Harry held back the blush that slowly crept over his face. He was not used to having Bill there, and to be honest; he felt his heart racing in his chest. The man was truly handsome, strong and definitely charismatic. The mere presence was overwhelming, Harry having to withhold as much of the blush as he could muster. This was definitely going to be an interesting summer.

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The car slowly eased down the dirt path leading to the Burrow. The house stood, awkwardly settled over the land. The towering household, made for the many children of the Weasley family, tilted slightly as the height grew coming to the tower of the building. A prominent chimney blew out black smoke, soiled with ash that had been burning for what seemed to be forever. The house looked much as it did when Harry had last visited it. He was happy to be back.

The sun was slowly falling over the hills, casted heavy shadows that grew along the hillside and eventually settled over the house. They hurried inside, gathering their belongings – trunks full of clothing and gifts from friends; some as a farewell. Harry watched as Mrs.Weasley pushed Ron and Ginny into the house, leaving Bill and Harry to gather their items and follow behind.

Harry kept his eyes away from the older curse breaker, making an effort to gaze upon the land laid out before him. The beautiful reds and purples that painted the sky were slowly fading into darkness as stars began to shine out from the darkened sky. He sighed out, watching the sky with awe at how beautiful it was out here.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Harry turned, noticing Bill directly behind him, holding one of his trunks in one hand and a bundle of what looked like a sweater that Mrs.Weasley had knitted. He tore his eyes away, trying to keep them impassive, as to not wanting to give away the slow blush painting over his cheeks.

Why was it that he felt the need to blush around Bill? Did the man just simply give off an aurora of perfection and coolness that Harry admired, or was it more? He let out another sigh, moving forward a few paces. “Definitely beautiful,” he finally commented, making his way to the house. It was definitely going to be an interesting summer.

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The house smelt of fresh bread, the aroma filling Harry’s nostrils as he slowly entered the door, closely followed by Bill Weasley. He paid no attention to the hot air being blown behind him, contrasting the cold draft that was blowing in through the door.

“Inside, boys, you are bringing in a draft. Harry, dear, you will be sleeping with Ron.” She ushered hair up the sturdy steps, to the level of the house that led to Ron’s bedroom. He walked down the narrow hall way and entered the room where Ron was already awaiting him, smiling his lopsided grin.

“Over here,” Ron pointed to the bed beside his, throwing a pointed finger to the closet as it was opened for Harry’s clothes to be stored. Harry nodded briefly before entering the room and setting work to clear out his trunks of his clothing and apparently all of his belongings.

After finishing the slow process of hanging clothing, Harry settled on top of the bed and looked at Ron quizzically. “When do your parents leave for Rome, Ron?”

“Tomorrow morning. Mum is going to make breakfast and wake us up before they leave.” Harry nodded briefly, laying straight out against the bed and blowing out an exhausted breath.

“Harry, I brought your trunk and Hedwig.” Bill entered the room, setting down Hedwig’s cage and walking to the bedside to settle the trunk beside it. He gave a brief smile, and turned to walk out, taking leisured steps to the door. “Mum will have dinner ready in about a half an hour, so don’t go to sleep just yet, Harry.”

Harry rose, bending at the waist and smiled as Bill left. He turned to Ron, who was well into his Quidditch magazine, “What are we going to do tomorrow, Ron?”

“Party, I suppose. Fred and George are having some friends over, which means that the girlfriends will be here and I invited Hermione to come over sometime this week. Bill told us that we could have friends over.” Ron shrugged slightly before turning to read his magazine once more.

“Your brother is so cool,” Harry commented softly, turning on his back and resting his hands behind his neck. He stared at the ceiling, lost in thought and images of Bill’s smiling face. Why did Bill have to be so cool? He presumed that he picked it up when he first became a curse breaker; which would make him extremely powerful to be able to work for Gringotts. There was something about Bill that ringed attractive and Harry couldn’t quite point it out yet, but he intended to find out sooner or later.

“Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred, and George, dinner is ready.” Harry rose from the bed, followed by an eager Ron and left for the stairs, entering the kitchen as they crossed the living room. Ginny, Fred and George were already settled at the table. Harry took a seat near Ron, settling down and looking at the great amount of food that looked delicious and was making Harry’s mouth watered.

Harry heard the entry of another person and turned his head just as Bill settled in the seat next to him, smiling down as he got comfortable and turned to examine the meal. Harry held back the urge to blush, convincing himself that it was simply the lack of chairs that Bill chose to settle down next to him.

They all began to serve themselves, grabbing spoons and slopping mash potatoes on their plates, followed by the chicken settled in the middle of the table. Harry waited until everyone had grabbed something before serving himself, which Mrs.Weasley highly disapproved of, but said nothing as she watched Harry happily waiting his turn.

Bill grab two rolls, surprising Harry when he pushed one in front. Their fingers brushed as Bill settled the roll into Harry’s hand before turning to grab some of the carrots offered by Ginny. Harry shook his head slightly, reminding himself that it was natural to touch when giving someone a roll. He finished serving his platter and ate in peace as Mrs.Weasley asked Ron about school and followed that by lecturing Ron on how to chew with his mouth closed.

“Really Ron, haven’t I taught you any manners. You must close your mouth while eating. What will Ms. Granger think if she saw you eat like you do?!”

“Mum, she sees me eat all the time. She do’snt min’” He shoveled another spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth, gathering another gasp from his mother followed by, “Ronald Weasley!” He merely smiled a toothed grin and continued to eat.

Harry laughed softly, pushing up his glasses and eating peacefully – with his mouth closed. He turned to grab another roll and noticed Bill’s hand reaching for one as well. He blushed and withdrew his hand.

“Here, let me get you one.” Bill grabbed two rolls and handed Harry one, once more brushing his fingers over Harry’s palm. Harry nodded his thanks before turning away quickly. He was only disgusted to find that Ron had found his mother’s gasps and tuts at his eating by shoveling as much food as possible, making his cheeks puff out with the amount of food. He coughed once and the food came hurdling out of his mouth, spreading across the table.

“RON!” His mother was at his side, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him from the seat. She shook her head, aiming her wand and whispering the cleaning spell before turning to Ron her face raging. “You know that you are not supposed to be filling your cheeks to the brim with mashed potatoes. You make us look like bad parents. Harry, dear, don’t pay attention to Ron’s bad manners. He is trying to be funny, dear, something in which he has,” she looked at Ron accusingly, whose face went red in embarrassment, “taken too far.”

Harry held back from laughing as he watched Ron sit back down, grinning over at Harry and then turning to watch his mother respectfully. Mr.Weasley was holding back his laughter as well, winking at Ron and smiling over to Harry. Harry finished his food, gathering his plate up and moving to the kitchen where he began to rinse and scrub it.

“Harry, dear, you are the guest. Leave those dishes to us.” She turned to Ron who was innocently sitting at the table. “Ron will be doing the dishes tonight.” She looked at Ron, “Without magic,” she added. Ron began to make a face but quickly stopped at the death glare his mother was giving him. He rose, gathering the plates and ignoring the snickering coming from Fred and George who huddled together laughing.

“Fred and George will assist you,” she said with a smile. The twins closed their mouths and immediately went to whine when they too were given the death glare and quickly scampered off to help Ron. “Even though you no longer live here, Fred and George, you will abide by my rules as well as your brothers when your father and I leave tomorrow.”

Harry laughed and went up stairs, deciding he would wait until Ron was finished in his room. He climbed the stairs gingerly to the top, blowing out a steam of air that he had been holding ever since Bill had handed them the roll.

Harry lay on the bed, closing his eyes and before he knew it, slipped into a slight slumber.

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“Harry, dear. Breakfast is ready.” Harry opened his eyes, peering up at a blurred image. He shuffled to the side, grabbing his glasses and pressing them to his face. He saw the smiling face of Mrs.Weasley and immediately rose out of his bed, following her out the door. He walked down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and meeting the stairs of the sleepily Weasley family sitting at the table. It was early, seven in the morning and everyone was leaning back in their chairs, eyes drooping.

Fred and George, of course, were happy to see their mum and dad off. They ate quickly and made to help their parents pack their things in the car. Mrs.Weasley didn’t leave without full warning of keeping the house clean and listening to what Bill had to say. She wanted Fred and George to de-gnome the garden every day –which made both sigh out in frustration- and she wanted Ginny to do the laundry, and Ron to do the dishes at nights. She asked Harry to simply enjoy himself and not try to overstress his body. They left with a loud pump of the old car’s engine, Mrs.Weasley waving from the window of the car at the bundle of people gathered at the door.

Bill stood directly behind Harry, easily surpassing him in height and waving on his parents as they made their way out of sight. Harry blew out his air, turning to go inside and meeting the broad chest of Bill Weasley, who in turn smiled down at Harry and moved out of the way.

Bill’s long red hair fell over the side of his shoulder, pulled tightly back into a ponytail. His softly freckled face was even more glorious in the mornings as he smiled in the honest daylight. His earring glittered in the morning sun, sparkling soft gold.

Harry made his way up the stairs, full intention of returning to sleep when a hand caught him as he was climbing the stairs. He turned, his eyes fastening to the blue eyes of Bill Weasley. He felt the blush creep to his cheeks as he regarded Bill for a moment, “Harry would you like to go flying today? I know that you brought your Firebolt with you and I can take my Clean Sweep to fly out with you. There is a lake just over that hill.”

Harry stared at him wide-eyed as he watched the smile dance on the older wizard’s lips, “Uh, sure.” He felt the hand slowly fall away from his arm and rest at Bill’s side. If Bill’s smile could get any wider, then he had just proved it so as he nodded and walked backwards down the steps.

“Meet me in the kitchen at ten o’clock. We’ll set off for the lake.”

Harry felt his chest tighten as he climbed the stairs. He was going to hang out with Bill Weasley. Hang out with Bill. What had he gotten himself into? And did he even own trunks for the water?! He would have to borrow some from Ron.

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The morning beamed with glorious light as the two men stepped out on the foot of the door step, merely peering across the vast planes that surrounded the Burrow. Harry carried the Firebolt in his arms, sighing out as he smelt the fresh countryside air. He turned to Bill, whom was fiddling with his broom and smiled a genuine smile. “Where is the lake?”

Bill pointed out straight to the left of them, pointing to the gathering of trees that sufficed as a small grove. “Over there.” He grabbed his broom, mounting it and kicking off from the earth to hover in the breezy air. Harry followed his lead, kicking off and hovering as Bill situated himself on the broom.

Harry had left Ron to plan the party with the twins, telling him that he was going to fly brooms with Bill. Ron didn’t seem too concerned as he was gawking at the people the twins planned to invite, snorting his disapproval to some of the guys and girls on the list.

Harry pressed forward as Bill took off for the lake, leaving him quite literally in the dust. Bill had kicked up his feet a little too hard and sent dirt to go flying into Harry’s surrounding air, causing him to cough and closed his eyes. As soon as he had recovered, Harry took off behind the curse breaker, making his way over the hill to head for the glistening lake. He had earlier borrowed some trunks from Ron, having found that he and Ron were around the same size, if not close.

Bill landed, stripping himself of his shirt and removing his trousers. Harry suddenly felt the heat rise in his face as he gazed over the well built torso and strong thighs, obviously trained as he must focus his energy on physical activity from his very highly sport outtake. The strong muscle rippled beneath the slightly tanned skin –which was odd for Harry since the Weasley’s tended to be white as the moon considering their heritage. Bill pulled loose the tie holding his hair and went darting off into the water, relishing in the cool liquid that surrounded him.

Harry struggled to take off his shirt, feeling foolish with his slender waist and almost ghostly white skin. He took off his trousers, falling once or twice in attempt of removing them; which Bill found highly amusing. When he was finished, he made his way towards the water, testing it with his big toe before stepping back.

“Cold,” Harry said simply.

Bill raised an eyebrow, laughing as he slowly rose from beneath the water and made his way towards Harry. He quickly grabbed Harry, whom had been making his way to start to run, and pulled him into the water, arms wrapped around his waist.

Harry felt the cold water swell around his body, not to mention the arms also taking away his breath as they tightened as he was pulled deeper into the water. He struggled against the hold, giving up only when Bill refused to let go. His sigh was released from his mouth as he rested his back against Bill’s torso. “Fine, you win.”

Bill laughed softly in his ear, “I’m not letting you go until I know that you won’t try to get out for sure.” Harry found himself shivering at the husky sound of the voice that penetrated his hearing. He held his breath as he could feel the grasp around his waist tighten slightly, a hand idly rubbing fingers over his side. He felt the hot air from Bill’s mouth fall upon his neck, sending another shiver to run the length of his spine.

Harry could barely touch the bottom with his feet, but knew that Bill could touch the bottom as he was the one holding Harry up in the water.

“Hello Harry!” Fred appeared from over the hill, also in his trunks.

“Hello Bill,” George was behind him, carrying something in his hands that was not well seen since the distance was too great. They both walked down by the lakeside, observing Bill still quite motivated on holding on to Harry, while Harry was trying to push away, his face as red as a cherry.

George and Fred turned to each other, their smirks growing as they began to whisper to one another too softly for Bill or Harry to hear. They decided their conspiracy with a nod of the head and took off into the water, the item in their hands still unseen by Bill or Harry.

George threw the orb-like object down as far in the water as he could and with a pop, the entire lake began to bubble and fizz with foam that poured through where the orb had settled on the lake floor. They laughed, swimming through the bubbles and circling Bill and Harry like sharks.

“What have we here? Harry and Bill, getting…close?” Fred laughed as George continued, “They must have the hots for each other, so they came into the lake to cool down.”

“N-no, really. We were just swimming!” Harry gurgled as Bill began to walk them backwards, deeper into the water. He was smiling devilishly at the two pranksters and he brought his mouth to Harry’s ear, causing Harry to involuntarily shudder.

“Let’s play along, shall we Harry?”

Harry looked up, his eyes going wide as Bill slowly leaned down, closing his eyes. The blush had spread to the whole of his face, resonating on his ears as breath wavered over his gapping lips.

Fred and George stopped; their eyes as wide as Harry’s as Bill slowly moved over the boy’s lips. Bill, however, stopped inches from Harry’s mouth and looked up at the two. Fred and George were slowly backing out of the water as they caught that death piercing glare. They stood out of the water and turned to walk away. They were chatting amongst themselves again, this time their voices loud.

“Must leave the lovebirds alone,” Fred pronounced eagerly.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin the moment,” George said, laughing to his brother’s ear.

They were soon over the hill and out of sight. Harry blew out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding and tried to once more pull away from Bill. He looked up, noticing that Bill’s grip had not eased as he had tried to push away. He gasped lightly as Bill’s eyes gazed into his, still inches away from Harry’s face.

“I still think they are looking for a show, Harry,” Bill whispered softly as he closed the space between them. Harry didn’t have time to respond as lips pressed tenderly against his, stealing his words away with the hot mouth that encased his. He felt his body give out underneath the passion – going limp into the firm grasp the older wizard held on him.

Harry could not deny the feelings that clenched his heart and sent his blood and mind through turmoil of rushing arousal. His skin flushed, allowing a soft crimson line to follow the bone of his cheeks. His mind turned into mush, allowing no other thoughts of anything other than the wonderful mouth now pressed eagerly against his. When the tongue ran the length of his bottom lip, he quickly opened it allowing the muscle to pass.

The wet mass felt so hot in his mouth, sending blood rushing to his groin in turn. He slowly brought his arms up and around the Bill’s neck, bringing the kiss to a new level of passion as his interaction was now double what it had been in the beginning. They say that you see fireworks with an amazing kiss; Harry was seeing more than fireworks, he was seeing a painting of colors that flashed through his lidded eyes and sent him breathless against the lean body now avidly pressed against his.

When Bill finally pulled away, he felt air rush into his lungs and his eyes unable to open. He was still weak to hold himself up, so depended on Bill to keep him above the water level. His mouth gapped slightly at the loss of lips and tongue that had once been there. He was still slowly riding the waves of arousal, until Bill spoke.

“Wow,” he whispered in Harry’s ear. His hand was slowly stroking along the indentations of Harry’s spinal cord, sending electric shivers throughout the lithe form. Harry had to hold his breath, just to keep from the moans that created themselves within his throat. Bill nipped slightly at the lobe of Harry’s ear, “You look absolutely delicious, Harry. I have to hold back completely, otherwise, I might just devour you with one swallow.”

Harry felt the hand on the small of his back stray, slowly running fingers down beneath the material of the trousers and rubbing small circles in the cheeks beneath them. Harry gasped as a finger strayed further, slipping into the crevice of his cheeks and slowly following its way until it began to encircle the small ring of skin. Harry immediately wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist, groaning into Bill’s ear as the finger teased the entrance.

“If you keep moaning like that, Harry, I might just have to devour you.” Bill was slowly easing them through the water, over to the side of the lake where patches of trees and shrubs lined the beaching, creating a jungle effect around the shaded area. Bill timidly glided their bodies to the shore, laying Harry out on the beaching, hidden by the shrubs and low trees.

Harry felt his stomach contract as Bill rested himself between Harry’s legs, erection visible from the tightly grasping swim shorts. Harry felt a calloused hand slide along the inner skin of his upper thigh. He closed his eyes, arching his head slightly as the fingers passed the material and slowly prodded his prevalent erection. “Uhn…”

“Harry! Bill! Time for dinner,” Ginny’s voice called over the hot breathing from the two wizards. Harry felt his heart constrict as he quickly sat up and pulled away from Bill, flushed completely with arousal. He kept his eyes away from Bill as he stood and began to walk off towards the house.

“Harry,” Bill said from behind him as he too made his way to the house, “Meet me by the lakeside at midnight.” His voice was low and very close to Harry’s ear. Harry felt his body flush once more and he suddenly didn’t feel all too hungry. He quickly set off for the Burrow and went inside, disappearing up the stairs and into the bathroom.

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“Bill, where’s Harry?” Ginny was already serving all the boys, who had begun to take big spoonfuls of mashed potatoes and green beans. She was serving the chicken as she came around to the empty seat next to Ron and Bill. She looked at her brothers confused as Fred and George began to laugh amongst themselves.

“We went to the lake, so he probably wants to take a shower first. Save him some food,” Bill was smiling as he began to eat his mashed potatoes, his eyes straying to the stairs where Harry had earlier fled.

Harry washed himself in the cold shower, thankfully ridding himself of the evidential arousal of earlier by the lakeside. He quickly dried off and put on his pajamas before going downstairs and joining the others at the table. Ginny smiled at him as she made her way over and put some chicken down on his plate with a soft blush, “There you go, Harry.”

Harry smiled at her and began to eat. His eyes widened slightly as a hand slowly touched over the top of his thigh. He quickly ignored it, noticing that George and Fred had been observing him and Bill very closely since he had gotten at the table. Ron hadn’t said anything, obviously too involved with finishing his food. The party was going to be starting in a half an hour and Ron told Harry that he had to prepare because Hermione had found a way to get over to the Burrow tonight.

Harry felt the hand tuck itself in between his thighs, slowly fingering his skin. He felt the blush creeping over his face and immediately excused himself with one word, taking his plate to the sink where eventually it would be cleaned by Ron.

He walked up to his room, thinking about what Bill had said. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to go to the lake at midnight unnoticed by Ron. Everyone would probably still be partying. He felt his stomach curl at the thought of what exactly Bill wanted to do at midnight. The blush returned to his cheeks as he flattened himself out over the bed. Before he knew it, he was asleep.

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“Harry, wake up! Everyone is here!” Ron was yelling in his ear, causing him to wince slightly at the extreme amount of noise. He yawned, stretching out his arms and opening his eyes fully to the darkly lit room. The party was definitely in full swing as music pounded through the walls and soft chatter resonated from outside the enclosed room.

Ron pulled Harry up, laughing slightly at the clothes he was currently wearing. “You better change, mate. The girls don’t want a guy in his pajamas.” Ron left the room with a soft laugh, closing the door behind him and leaving Harry to his thoughts. Harry quickly turned to look at the clock. Eleven thirty, which means he had thirty minutes until he was to meet Bill by the lakeside. He felt the shivers run over his body as he slowly rose from the bed and looked through his trunk for suitable clothes.

He dressed himself in a white button up shirt and some black trousers with were a nice fit – a gift from Hermione for his birthday since she said he needed some nice clothing. He walked from the room, almost bumping into several people just from trying to open the door. He felt a bit weird around all the people he didn’t know, all of them of course knowing exactly who he was. He passed many whispering girls as he made his way downstairs to join his friend Ron.

“Harry,” Hermione screamed, though not too loudly. She gave him a quick hug before returning to Ron’s side - whom persisted on putting his arm around her waist in some show of their closeness. Harry merely laughed and nodded a hello to Hermione. Harry searched the room, finding only Hermione and Ron to be people he knew. He spotted the twins in the corner with their girlfriends, who were laughing as some trackle-crackles were set off around them.

There was no sight of Bill anywhere. Harry sighed out, returning his attention to Hermione and Ron who were set into an argument over party safety. Harry looked up and saw the clock hit the ten till mark. With a final pause he turned to the two lovebirds, “I’ll see ya.” Of course the two only waved as they were too engaged in a battle to notice what he had truly said.

Harry maneuvered himself through the crowd and began his way toward the lake. His eyes were down casted most of the time, but occasionally looked back to see that he was not being followed. True to his thoughts, he was not being followed by anyone. He made his way over the hill, looking up at the full moon in the sky and watching the light beam on the surface of the lake. He felt his heart begin to pound as the familiar figure emerged from the lakeside, turning to gaze up at him.

He began towards the figure, blowing his breath through his mouth in a shudder of wind. He felt his toes crimple in his shoes as he tried to regulate his nervousness, which was causing him to shake relentlessly. He slowly advanced on the figure, immediately recognizing it to be non-other than Bill. He was wearing a white tank top with beige kakis. He looked brilliant in the moonlight.

Harry fell within two feet of him, just watching for a moment as the older wizard gazed at him. Bill’s eyes scanned every inch of his body, finally coming to rest on his eyes after a minute of inspection. He enclosed the space, looping his arms around Harry and pulling him close.

“Now we can finish what we started earlier today,” he said near Harry’s ear. Harry was slowly pulled to the original area they had been when they were interrupted and was laid down on the blanket set out. He turned, noticing a bag off to the side and smiling to himself. It looks like he had come well prepared, Harry thought, withholding his laughter.

Bill slid over him, pressing a soft hand gingerly to Harry’s cheek. He bent over, pressing his lips softly against Harry’s. Once more, Harry couldn’t breathe as a tongue passed the lip barrier and took refuge in his mouth. The teasing tip explored his mouth thoroughly, making him wean with shivers.

Hands slowly eased their way over his torso, taking to the designated task as they began to push the buttons from the slits in the material one by one. He felt the hot summer night’s air hit his flushed skin causing another pronounced shiver. The hands slipped beneath the cover of material and teased the skin. He gasped slightly as the warm hands pinched slightly at a taunt nipple.

All of the sensory cells in his body called for his attention as the trousers he had been wearing were slowly sliding from his legs. He looked down to see the hands taking over not just his trousers but Bill’s as well. Their erections were both very visible, though the older wizard’s was more defined and bigger, decidedly because he was older.

Every touch and kiss felt like a pleasure cell of its own. He felt the soft sucking on his neck, groaning when the blood rushed to the area and Bill’s sucking became harder, nipping every once and a while. He felt a hand slowly run a thumb over the head of his erection causing him to yet again gasp in surprise and pleasure. His arousal called to be touch and he whimpered for it to be satisfied.

Instead of touching his arousal, Bill slipped his finger in the crevice of Harry’s cheeks for the second time that day, but surprisingly remembered to lubricate his finger. The cold oiled fingered prodded his entrance, causing him to wiggle beneath the odd touch. The finger penetrated the skin and Harry let out a low moan. The feeling was odd as it slowly entered the tunnel, filling him.

He felt the finger impale him further and gasped at the slight burning sensation. He was a virgin to everything that Bill had done to him thus far; causing weird sensations, even the kissing. When Bill continued to wiggle his finger, Harry had to do all in his power to bite back the tears as another finger was added to his canal. “Ah,” he gasped as the burning increased.

Bill brought his mouth to Harry’s, slowly coaxing it into submission as his fingers continued to explore Harry’s body. The younger wizard gasped and writhed beneath the fingers inside him as yet another finger –that had been lubricated- was added in between his cheeks. The fingers brushed over his prostate, sending him into an arch and moaning as the pleasure spread throughout his body. His fingers and toes curled in response as he tried to impale himself further into the touch.

The heat that surrounded them that summer night fell with low humidity as the party roared into a feast of laughter. Singing wizards and witches called through the night, overthrowing the pants and moans of Harry as he was slowly brought into a world of pleasure and undeniable arousal. Bills fingers worked him, thrusting deeper still to brush his pleasure spot over and over and over again; the spot that made his dance with thrusts of his hips and moan the pleasure through his lips as a form of release.

Harry whimpered slightly as the fingers were withdrawn from his body and the weight of Bill increased as he slid up Harry’s body. Harry looked up, his eyes dancing around the aroused older wizard’s moonlit skin. He felt the rush of heat as something larger nudged between his cheeks. Was it going to fit? He bit his lower lip as the blunt head began to slowly push its way through the ring, burning him with a thousand pains as he gasped and tried to move away from the great burn in his lower regions.

“No, wait!”

“Relax, Harry,” Bill whispered in Harry’s ear, sending shivers down the boy’s spine and another gasp as the head passed the ring, easing a bit of the tension. He blew out through his nose, trying to breath and relaxed into the new invasion. It hurt so bloody much that tears now threaten to fall from his tightly closed eyes. “Ah..hurts…” he mumbled as the older wizard continued to slowly recede into the depths of Harry’s inner tunnel. Harry felt as though his body was being splint into two, the pain only increasing to make the tears fall violently from his eyes with one purpose: relief.

“P-please, no more. T-take it out!” Harry gasped out as the pain bit through him entirely, drawing down the Gryffindor courage walls and resurrecting his fear and anguish with the passing of only a few seconds. Nothing in his life had hurt as much as this had; even Voldemort couldn’t make him feel so torn with the Cruciatus curse. His inside walls must be bleeding as the pain continued, but slowly ebbing into a numbing.

The pain however was combined once Bill was fully sheathed, into a pleasure mixture as the head slowly brushed his prostate. Automatically moaning and whimpering into the embrace of the other, Harry wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist and bit down on his own lip. “A-ah!”

“Harry, are you okay?” Harry almost snorted. Did it even matter now that he was calling out in pleasure instead of complete pain? He decided upon nodding his head as he didn’t trust his voice to make him sound any better than before. He still wanted the other to get out of him, but now it was as unbearable as it had been in the beginning.

Bill didn’t stop as he pulled out slightly and thrusted back into the lithe boy, groaning out as he did so. Harry bit down hard enough to draw blood from his lip as the pain continued to rack his body. This wasn’t as romantic as he thought it would have been. He felt his world crumble as Bill continued.

“Ow…ah…stop!” Harry tried to pull away, but Bill was continually thrusting, looking for that one spot to shut the boy up and enjoy the sexual closeness. Harry felt the spot once more brushed and cried out, clutching the skin that was within grasp and impaling the flesh with his fingernails. He cried out in pain and pleasure, but the two seemed too close to decide upon which he had been enjoying at the time. He really wasn’t enjoying himself as the thrusting continued. Why wasn’t he? Wasn’t he supposed to enjoy this?

“Wait, Bill, uhn…it hurts! Stop, please!” Bill looked down at him sadly as he came to a stop, withholding a groan. “Can we try some other way?” Harry’s tears fell rapidly down his cheeks as he tried to control the shaking of his voice. He seriously wanted to enjoy the night, but with what pain was produced, he couldn’t see it as enjoyable.

Bill nodded with a slight frown as he pulled out and looked down to see that in fact, blood had been running from the entrance between Harry’s cheeks. He gasped slightly looking up at Harry, “Oh Merlin, Harry, I am so sorry!”

Harry smiled as he tried to straighten out the pain with his legs. He had gone limp and was completely depressed at how romantic the sex had sounded in the magazines he had read. He had remembered that he had read something in an informal text about how much anal sex hurt and that most homosexual couples decided to do it orally. He sighed out, looking over at an equally distressed Bill.

“I’m sorry. I ruined everything,” Harry said, a bit defeated as he continued to gaze at the older wizard.

“Don’t worry, Harry, we could always try later. How about we do something that won’t hurt at all?” Before Harry could answer, Bill bent over, frowning slightly at the limp organ and slowly rubbed circles around the area, trying to coax it back to life. Harry groaned as the teenaged hormones went to action to rejuvenate the limp organ.

Bill slowly teased the tip of the building erection with his tongue. The wet muscle slide along the underside and continued to the root, returning to the set course by heading upwards and returning to the head. He opened his mouth and slowly began to suck the organ, eliciting a moan from the boy beneath him. Pleasure was once more introduced to the teen, but this time not followed by the fear of pain, but the fear of losing it and climaxing.

He groaned as he was sucked completely beyond return. The hot mouth that engulfed him, teasing his hard erection with tongue and the lightest touch of teeth, was slowly making him turn, writhe and eventually come down the older wizard’s throat. Within minutes, Harry had gone over the edge with a loud cry into the noisy night. Bill had actually swallowed him!

Bill looked up, pleased with his work as Harry relaxed back on the ground. His eyes danced over the boy’s body, but returned to the now completely relaxed face.

Harry couldn’t help the sleep that now over took him. He groaned a final groan and slipped into darkness, still focused on the pain in his lower half that hadn’t yet gone away.

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Harry awoke, the night still hanging over the air. He looked up and noticed that he was in a bed. He turned to find what was warm and heavy against his back and found a sleeping Bill next to his body. He felt the blush creep over him as he realized that he had not returned the state he had been put in with the amazing mouth that had sucked him. He slowly began to move but the hands encircling him tightened.

“Go back to sleep, Harry. We will talk in the morning.”

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Author’s Notes: If you enjoyed this story, please review. I decided that if it was worth it, I would follow up to show the development of the relationship, but I will not if it was not enjoyed.