Meet Me by the Hillside

Disclaimer: These characters are not my own they belong to J.K. Rowling and the Harry Potter Series. I am not making profit from this story, just for my own use.

Sequel of “Meet Me by the Lakeside”


Warning: Contains sexual situations between two male characters.





Meet Me by the Hillside

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Come morning it did with the bright shine of ultra violent rays through the glass paneled window. A rainbow of colors painted the far wall of the room and the slow ease of shadow taunted the corners and objects inside. The bright morning woke even the deepest of sleepers including a very confused Harry Potter.

Harry could feel the sun bite into his eyes so he closed them tightly in way of keeping out the bright. His body ached far below and his head throbbed with violent intent. When all was thought and groaned, he removed all will to move and relaxed back against the sof—wait a minute; soft mattress, fluffy pillows, room for feet, heavy mass against his side; this couldn’t be the spring-mattress in Ron’s room. And then it rushed, all last night’s events; the pain, the pleasure, even the whispers – all of it. Not good, not good at all.

Harry’s body tensed with the gentle touch of fingers to skin. The tips of Bill’s fingers prod against his stomach as though aware of his wakefulness. Bill, however, was fast asleep in a world of wonder. He looked quite peaceful against the white of the pillow; freckled features and long red hair splaying over the expanse.

Harry moved from the bed to the corner of the far wall. His lower body was weak, but he stood against the pain and thought through what had happened. Bill was fast asleep, so he could go out and see what had happened to the others. He threw on a quick pair of jeans and a shirt, obviously not his by the size, and rushed out the room.

Almost immediately, his toe met a person sprawled out on the floor. The unconscious wizard drooled down the top of the step to the flat of the step just beneath it. The floor was littered with people. Girls and boys alike flooded the floor. Among them were Fred and George, and in the far corner was Ginny, huddled up with a guy Harry recognized to be none other than Neville Longbottom. ‘Weird,’ he thought in a flash of the back of his mind. He wouldn’t have guessed the two would ha—moving on.

The only other person that he would have looked for was Ron and the redhead was no where to be found in the sea of witches and wizards. Harry climbed the stairs to the room just to the right of the staircase – Ron’s room – and ventured inside. Knocking had never been a concept until he realized just who was in there. Once he saw the mass of fuzzy brown curls, his eyes adverted and he left as quickly as a snitch. ‘Never again,’ he thought with a distressed expression.

He followed the narrow path down the steps, a curving path of wood, to the final destination – Bill’s ‘room’ - though it was more of a guest room now. Bill met him at the door way, his hair a mess and his eyes drooping and shut finally against the light.

“Come back inside, we have to talk.” His voice left for no comment. Harry simply followed him inside and closed the door behind him. The light of the room had been shut out by the roll of blinds now covering it. Dark rose to the tips of the corners and objects faltered under the heat of waves. Bill sat down at the far end of the bed. He was sitting in an odd sort of way with his back fully lined and his head cocked to meet his eyes with Harry’s. Though he looked quite intimidating, the smile calmed the worry that had been chewing at the back of Harry’s mind.

Harry walked along the invisible path to his demise. His eyes were drawn away as he took place just beside the older of the Weasley’s. He felt just like a child in the man’s presence.

“Last night,” Harry looked up to meet Bill’s eyes. “I don’t regret what we did, Harry. Ever since I met you, I knew you were a good kid.” Oh that word ‘kid’ really brought the child like feeling to the max. “But when you came this time, I couldn’t help but feel something else. You amaze me with all the brilliance that comes off you. In my job, we are forced daily to be in boring situations with almost the same kind of things every day, but when I see you, I just want to be outlandish and be courageous. I want to do something spontaneous and daring.”

Harry’s heart throbbed against the lining of his rib cage. Air couldn’t have gotten to his head any faster with the words spewing from the curse breaker’s mouth. Each word sounded like a great symphony that was only good when played by that specified person. He could only gawk and try to form a coherent response to that astounding confession. When he had come into the conversation, he was sure that the words would be of apologies on how ‘I was a little pissed’ or ‘I didn’t really know what I was doing’ or even ‘It was in the moment.’ Not this, though. Not this pure confession of person and obvious idealizing.

Harry blushed, one that set apparent from the others since it traveled throughout his body, inside and out brightened. Words would not express his happiness, but sure enough his body could. Leaning over and up he pressed unhesitant lips to the other and closed his eyes tightly letting all the words and feeling be pushed into this one simple kiss. Out of the growing passion that crept through vein and soul, through turmoil of electrified nerves and pumping organs, he would express it all in this one simplicity he had to offer.

Bill did not withdraw and he did not respond as quickly as Harry had hoped, but when Harry began to slowly pull back, Bill’s arms caught hold of him and drew it heat close to him and as though starved, devoured Harry’s mouth with his own passionate cry. Who needed words when all could be expressed with feeling and touch?

Their tongues mingled in a dense heat as hands roamed and fingers searched. The desperation in both seemed endless, yet their pace was slow and eased. Harry could feel only the tingle of Bill’s hands over his chest and abdomen. He could only feel the breath mixed along with his.

When they pulled away, a soft gasp resonated over the distilled air. Harry and Bill both turned their head just in time to catch a glimpse of what looked like a red headed girl, much like that of Ginny, running from the crack in the door. Bill was on his feet and had a hand tightly on Harry’s shoulder. Harry looked up then to the door for some kind of sign of what just happened. ‘Who could that have been?’

Harry stood up and rushed for the door, out into the hall, down the narrow staircase, through the kitchen, and out the door that was now wide-open to the fresh morning breeze. Ginny was running foot after foot towards the hillside that painted across the horizon. Harry could hear the steady breaths of air behind him which meant that Bill had followed as well probably to help with the chase.

It had been known for quite a while that Ginny was fond of Harry, but what he couldn’t understand was that she would be upset by such a thing when she had Neville by her side. Of course, it might alarm anyone to see their brother with the guy they like, kissing passionately and making for more…intimate relations.

Ginny disappeared over the hill and down to the lake. Harry by this time had gathered his speed and was pulling what disarrayed garments he had on. When he met with the ill stricken girl, Ginny was doubled over and staring into the glass surface of the lake. Her eyes were wide, probably with fear, and her hands pressed tightly against her chest. Harry could see that she was well into shock and probably close to either anger or depression.

Bill was at Harry’s side looking to his sister with concern plastered all over his face. She had yet to move from her position when the two stood there. Harry began first, “Ginny…I-I’m so sorry….” What else could he say to a girl that had just witnessed that? What could he possible say to sooth her?!

Bill followed, “Are you alright?”

Ginny finally found her conscious and stood up, her eyes now streaming tears. She looked from Harry to Bill then back to Harry again. She seemed either confused or just plain awkward about it. Either way, she was depressed, not angry.

She finally spoke in a soft voice, much like a child that had just lost one of her favorite toys. “I-I didn’t know…I thought that…well, you know Fred and George always joke around so I didn’t think it could have been possible,” she looked at Harry her eyes finally drying of tears. “I guess it just scared me a little. I…I like you, Harry.”

Harry felt his world crash. This day had finally come and he had to let her down just as he had practiced. It was always known to him that he was more for the guys, but when it came to facades, Ginny would have been first choice. Unfortunately, if it was already known to the family, facades were worthless and stupid to hold up. Besides, Ron would have killed him.

“Look Ginny, you are a great girl, beautiful and smart.” She flushed a deep red and turned her eyes to the floor at the compliment. “But, since I was younger, I had always been more of a guy person if you understand what I am meaning.” She nodded her head in understanding but kept her eyes locked with the ground.

“I was just surprised,” she said after a moment of silence. “I wouldn’t have ever thought that you and…Bill….” She strayed off and then looked up at the two with the best smile that she could muster. “I’m just relieved that you have found someone, even if it isn’t me.”

Harry really admired her for that courage. Even though the one she liked was not interested, she was still holding strong for him. Harry felt foolish and wicked. He had hurt a girl that deserved the absolute best. Ginny was the kind, gentle girl that had always been ruled out from the guy group because of her red hair and freckles when she should have been top of the list.

“Understand Ginny, if I was into girls, you would be the first on the list.” At this she truly smiled and nodded her head. The blush turned her into a human strawberry, but she was happy to have been able to finally know. “You deserve the best, and I saw earlier that you and Neville were together. What is going on between the two of you?”

If Ginny could have gone any redder, she would have. Her eyes completely adverted and a small smile taunted the sides of her lips. “Well, uh, he, um…”

Bill chose this moment to speak up, “I think Neville likes you, Ginny.” Bill’s smile was one of the most calming smiles one could give. No wonder Ginny liked her brother Bill so much, he was such a comfort. She nodded her head and giggled into her hand. Bill turned to Harry and winked.

How had it turned from complete mess to happy ‘who likes you’ time? No matter what though, Ginny was happy or so she seemed, and she went inside to start breakfast for all those who would be attending.

Bill turned to Harry his eyes glittering much like Dumbledore’s would. Harry couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the smirk now tainting the man’s lips. “Well, that went better than I could have hoped.”

Harry nodded in agreement and when to follow the path Ginny had just taken when his arm was grabbed at the wrist. He felt a hot breath on his neck and then lips to his ear. “Meet me by the hillside at midnight.”

Harry could only nod his head as his words jumbled at the thick of his throat. Images and feelings combined fell through the veil of his eyes as Bill took to walking away with no less hesitation then the words that had fallen from his mouth just only a few seconds ago. What did Bill want to meet him at midnight for? Harry answered his own question with the heat between his legs and his newly found aroused state. That would explain only a little bit of what he would have to deal with today.

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“Honestly Harry, you could have been hurt!” Hermione crossed her arms against her chest her eyes now narrowing over all the soft red patches over Harry’s neck. It was already quite plain to her that Harry was gay, but sometimes she would watch him too much around other guys as though it was them who were all gay and not Harry.

Ron was standing at the far corner of the room his eyes now searching a path on the floor to keep from looking at Harry. He was only visible in the covers, but it was obvious that he didn’t have any clothing on. Hermione on the other hand was dressed in a big shirt and a pair of long pants that weren’t hers. Harry had to keep his mind off what the two had done last night just to keep him from laughing. Why was Hermione lecturing him on things such as this when she herself was in plain symbolism of what she and Ron had done last night?

“There are beasts out there Harry, men who just want to have a good one night and then never talk about it again. You have to be careful next time to not go out alone. Thank Merlin that Bill had found you or you might have been raped or maybe even worse.” Her voice was hesitant, but grew steadier with tone as she grew in volume. Hermione reminded him a lot of Professor McGonagall. He laughed at that and realized his mistake as soon as Hermione’s eyes narrowed and her lips thinned making her much like the rage of the Gryffindor House Leader.

“Sorry, ‘Mione. I was just a little out of place last night,” Harry finally offered as a form of apology. He really had felt out of place, but as for being raped and then being saved by Bill, the story had been turned and twisted quite a bit – nothing that he planned to straighten out, however.

She sighed out and then turned to walk over to the bed. Ron’s face visibly blushed and she smiled at him in victory. Harry couldn’t stand the mush any more so he crept from the room and went down the stairs to find sanity. He didn’t find sanity, however he did find a good meal now placed out for them with a very impassive Ginny. She wouldn’t look straight at Harry, but she wasn’t acting as though she was upset or angry, just more with a look of loss that she knew she had to give up.

Harry sat down and tried to start a few words of conversation, but gave up when Ginny merely nodded her head with a slight smile and then left the room entirely. ‘Stubborn girl,’ Harry thought when he stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth. He blamed himself for not having told her earlier that he wasn’t really all that interested in girls. Then again, he was still having problems figuring it out himself. Hermione was the one that placed his sexuality with her endless knowledge on the most random of subjects. But even still, that was only a few months ago and Harry was still trying to get used to the word ‘gay’.

Hermione had offered to him that many wizards turned out to be gay, unlike muggles, it was very acceptable.

Still, he was still new to the word and tried to play it off as though he was still unaware of his own person. That was until him and Bill. What would they be considered now that they had gone so far? It was to the point of painful confusion of what had happened in the last two days. All a bit rushed if you think into it. Harry had known Bill since the first time he had stayed with the Weasley’s, but the man still seemed a big mystery to him. Besides, it was just plain odd to be so quick about going into things that you know nothing about.

Harry felt a hand to the back of his neck. It caught him so much off guard that his food was catapulted from his mouth and to the other side of the room while his hand was firmly on the wand in his pocket. When he turned his head, Bill was laughing heartily and his hand was gently gripping the meat of Harry’s neck.

“Well you are quick to be ready for any wizard or witch that might attack at any moment.” Bill removed his hand and then took a seat just two inches from Harry’s left. The air seemed to change from thoughtful to hot and humid just within a passing of a few seconds. Bill’s hair was tightly drawn back and he wore more loose fitting jeans and a plain white shirt that did nothing to hide the pebbled nipples beneath it.

By this time, everyone that had been on the floor was gone. Ron and Hermione had stated that they were too tired to leave their room –which Harry suspected to be them wanting once more to… - and Ginny was off making Neville more comfortable with the loss of his wand. Neville had dropped it when he was at the party, and was now trying to search high and low for it which Ginny happily helped him with.

Harry caught the stare that now set on the man to his left and turned his head to take a better look out an uninteresting window. His hand idly played with his fork along the pancakes prepared for him and his eyes traveled only what could be seen out the tint of glass. He could feel nothing but the beating of his own heart. It seemed to be climbing into his throat and he had to do all that he could to keep it down at rib cage level.

“You okay, Harry?”

Harry turned to catch only a glimpse of the man’s smirk before Bill began to eat and turned his attention to his food. It was only a few seconds before Harry finally found a coherent response, which didn’t do much for his heart that now steadily throbbed in his throat.

“Fine,” he said quickly. Oh that’s good, nice and long response for a great conversationalist. Harry rolled his eyes at his own simplicity. Sometimes his own responses surprised him with the lack of feeling in them, maybe mostly because they did nothing to prove what he was feeling. Most times he said things just to shut others up and keep more to himself about his feelings, but this time it was more out of lack of blood to his head. The man was driving him crazy with the cologne that he had apparently dabbed just over his neck. Harry could smell the masculine scent from where he sat and it was sending his body over with desire to lick every smell off Bill. He kept his thoughts as pure as his body would allow –which wasn’t much- and fingered at his food to keep at a task that took away from the other.

“You don’t seem too enthralled to be near me, did I do something?” Bill was now fully turned towards Harry his eyes directly on the side of Harry’s face as Harry continued to play with his food. When he turned, he found that Bill was looking at him with all the seriousness a face could provide.

Harry shook his head almost too violently that the shake caused him to have to stop and hold his head to gather feeling once more. Bill was laughing and taking hold of his face, forcing Harry’s eyes to meet his.

“Good because you won’t be able to get out of what I have planned for tonight, or rather this coming morning.” The smirk was back and Bill’s eyes twinkled in that mischievous way once more reminding Harry of Dumbledore, the things he would plan in his eyes. Bill stood and left Harry to think through his words, and that is exactly what Harry did.

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Night crawled over the house. Ginny and Neville talked softly in the living room, their bodies close to the fire and their words mumbled in sweet caresses of cute flirting. Shadows drawled over the edges of windows and through the many walls of the house. Only a soft murmur of life came from the dark household. Ron and Hermione had kept to the room all day, and the twins had stayed out almost all day, only to come home and crash out of exhaust. It was a day that seemed to ring with happiness and conversation being carried over a light tone of household quiet and without restriction of parental guidelines.

Harry caught sight of the time through a corner clock settled on a desk in Bill’s room. Bill had left earlier, not stating purpose just merely giving directions to keep to the house today. Neville had never found his wand so he called his parents and made a clear statement that he would be back in the morning because he had yet to find his wand. Ginny was more than happy to accommodate his every need though he asked for nothing.

Sitting up and stretching out aching limbs, Harry made way towards the far door and took to the narrow stairs that now settled with dark imprints of shadow. The hour was nearing midnight but not close enough to cause a rush of adrenaline just yet. He thought of waiting, but decided just to leave when he still had a chance. Ron hadn’t bothered him all day, rather he hadn’t even bothered to come out for food just kept to the room and so Harry had no reason to try to hide away from his best friend in fear of being found out.

Harry grabbed a sweater and threw it over his torso and went through the back door to travel the short distance to the hillside that was just near the lakeside – the hill that would become more than just a bump in the earth, but a place of secrecy of a relationship only known to the few that had witnessed it.

A brush of wind roamed the sky and traveled to the west in great busts of pressure. The grass cooed and shimmered under pale light, an eerie shadow of crying and dancing waves. The night was clear of clouds so the stars peeked at every inch and brightly shimmered against the black abyss that surrounded them. It was a perfect night to lie beneath the sky.

Harry walked slowly, keeping to a pace that fit the beauty of exploration. Shadows fell from all the surrounding trees hiding away his own and swallowing him into darkness. He saw the definite figure of a man waiting by the point where they had first talked by the lakeside, and his figure closed in towards where Harry stood – by the hillside.

“You came,” Bill said as he placed a warm hand against Harry’s cheek. Harry could only nod as he looked up into a face that was dark but clear. Bill touched lips with Harry and slowly brought him out of confusion to understanding; pure definite caring.

Taking hold of Harry’s hand, Bill led him to a place that was flattened out with a wide and lengthy blanket. They laid out over it and drew in close their breaths the only form of conversation passed between them. Bill’s hand pulled the material of the sweater over Harry’s head and then to the side of the blanket. His hand pressed and pulled once more at the shirt that had been hidden beneath it, removing it and throwing it too to the side.

Each second passed with heat and desire now on rage between them as Bill did little to save time on removing their garments. Harry didn’t feel as naked and awkward as he had the first time, nor did he fear the pain because tonight wasn’t about simple lust, it was a proclamation – a way of showing an unspeakable affection of another person that it went beyond words and all the way into expression of body.

Lips pressed against his and a body moved to occupy the space between Harry’s thighs. A hand crept between them, having already been dabbled into a lubricant and now pressing against the rosebud lying between his crevice. This time there was no surprise and there was not as painful as it had been the first time. Harry didn’t have to be told to relax because now all that could scare him was the loss of this man’s contact. Bill however kept a steady press of lips to divert any thought to the tongue now pursuing Harry’s mouth.

The finger warmed and slide easily into the tunnel. It didn’t harm but the odd feeling was hard to get past. Harry huffed out any desire to move away and smiled against the man’s mouth as another finger entered and did what it could to stretch the tight canal. Any pain was ignored and the odd feeling disregarded. Harry focused on the pleasure point being pressed and whined a need into Bill’s ear.

“I’m ready.”

Bill nodded and removed his fingers now taking time to efficiently lubricate his erection. This time it wasn’t rushed to be inside, just the need was greater for both of them. Bill took it slow when he slowly passed the ring of Harry’s entrance but couldn’t hold back thrusting a bit quicker than he should have to fully sheath himself into the younger man.

“Merlin,” Bill growled as he pressed bodily against Harry. Harry arched into the man and kept from a painful cry with a bite to his lower lip. The pain was hard to ignore, but he knew that it would get better as time passed and this wasn’t just about sex, it was about making love.

Bill pushed himself once more in and aimed to hit the bundle of nerves in the far corner, being more than successful. Harry cried out not in pain but in pleasure as his body tingled with the after-effect, and both his fingers and toes curled as some sort of response. Bill was smirking now knowing where to aim his thrusts and took to a faster pace. Harry clawed and whimpered for more not being quite aware of his own wantonness, but not really in any mood to care.

Their bodies rubbed and ground against each other as the pace continued to peek, and both found that they couldn’t hold back any cry that resulted from their pleasure. Bill growled and latched onto Harry’s neck sucking in the skin and pressing harder against him. Harry dug his fingernails into the man’s back and cried out as ecstasy was reached without warning. Hot liquid spurt between them gluing their stomachs with Harry’s seed. Bill couldn’t hold back any longer when the walls of Harry’s inside clenched and sent him over the edge.

Bill pulled out and rolled over to Harry’s right side breathing out heavy sighs and trying to quickly clean the mess. He wasn’t able to do much since his body was completely paralyzed with the orgasm. Harry too did nothing but breathed out and regulated any thought that might want to enter at that point.

“I love you,” Bill finally said as he turned and grabbed hold of Harry to pull him closer. “More than I wanted to admit. I didn’t think it possible to ever care for someone this much without knowing them well, but I do…I truly do.”

Harry smiled and pressed his lips to the others softly mouthing, “I love you too.”

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End Note: I know I turned it into fluff, but I couldn’t help it…I’m a hopeless romantic. Lol. Well comment. Thanks for reading.