Playing with the Moon.

*Playing with the Moon*


The twins 25th birthday party was in full swing.

The ground floor of WWW had been transformed into a club. Spinning multi-colored beams of lights illuminated the dance floor. The deep, sensual bass coming from the DJ booth vibrated of the walls.

Bill Weasley stood toward the back of the room. It had been a year since Fleur left him and he had avoided going out, but he was the big brother of the birthday boys so he needed to make an appearance.

At that moment the twins were dancing with Hermione. She was smiling as the brothers sandwiched her in a center of the dance floor. She threw her head back and laughed has the men grabbed her hips and gyrated into her.

Bill perked up a bit as his overly sensitive hearing caught her warm laugh above the chaos of the party. He had been watching her all night. She had defiantly grown up, and if he was honest with himself, he had been watching a bit to closely over the past couple of months.

The sight of his brothers manhandling her shot a jolt of jealously through his system. The garnet red dress, which stopped just above her knees and cut just low enough to hint at cleavage, was extremely distracting.

He had thoughts like this before, he was a man- who was single, but they were never quite as strong before. He blamed it on the moon; it was full in five days.

Though he didn't carry the full curse, Fenir had caused enough damage to embed Lycan traits into his DNA.

The song ended and the twins made a show of kissing her flushed cheeks. She kissed each of their cheeks, and a quick swat on the arse just for good measure, as she sent them into a crowd of friends. He could have sworn she turned and winked at him before she disappeared into the groups that surrounded the tables weighed down with food and drink.

He sighed and polished off his rum and coke, placing the empty glass on a nearby table and leaned deeper into the shadows.

The music had turned slower. Some song he didn’t know, but the deep voice of the singer was almost hypnotizing as he sang about the woman he loved.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the song, and then her scent hit him. He could not mistake the scent for anything. Vanilla and something slightly citrus and one hundred percent…

“Hermione.” He opened his eyes to see the witch looking up at him, a smile playing on her pink glossy lips.

“Hello Bill. You don’t seem to be enjoying the festivities.”

“I am getting a bit old for all this I think.” He scowled slightly.

She laughed, “You are far from old Bill, come on, dance with me.” She placed her small hand in his large one. He looked down; she seemed so tiny next to his large frame that dwarfed hers by about a foot.

“I am not really in the mood.” He looked at the dance floor with trepidation. He knew everyone here and still he was self-conscious. His scars were healed but very prominent. The four jagged lines down his face were not easily hidden.

“We could just dance here.”

“Hermione…” he was cut off as she pulled his arm around her waist and leaned back into his chest.

Her soft curvy body began to sway in time to the slow beat. His other arm went around her waist of its own accord, drawing her closer.

He started to sway his hips with hers, feeling his blood start to plummet south. She must have felt it as well; she had decidedly ground her bum into his crotch.

Bill sucked in a deep breath and bent his knees to bring himself more aligned with her. She leaned her head back against his shoulder exposing the long column of her neck and sighed softly.

Did she have any idea…of course she knew what she was doing; she had been studying Lycans for the last year.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder sending her scent all around him. He growled deep within his chest, the vibrations causing Hermione to push herself closer against Bill, letting the feeling flow over her.

“Don’t be playing with fire little witch.” He had ducked down his nose nuzzling below her ear.

“I prefer to play with the moon.” She replied in a husky voice followed by a whimper as a hot tongue danced up her neck.

“Walk away now Hermione, before we do something we regret.”

“I would only regret walking away.”
He spun her around, pining her to the wall he had been leaning against earlier. One hand clutching her hip the other dug into the curls at the base of her skull. She met his eyes for only a moment before she lowered her eyes and once more bared her neck in a sign of submission.

Bill watched in awe as she played to the wolf that was now a part of him. Most people played off his scars as nothing more then a few battle wounds. People didn’t like to acknowledge the fact that they had changed a lot of the man who was Bill Weasley.

Now this little witch, who he had watched grow from a bookish little girl into a lovely young woman, seemed to be offering him the thing he longed for - someone who saw all of what he was and still wanted him.

“Look at me” He demanded.

She turned her eyes back to his, the amber color burning with want as she searched his dark cobalt eyes.

“Do you want me? All of me?” He had to be certain her mind and body were in agreement.

“Merlin yes Bill, for so long.” She groaned has he tightened is hold on her.

“Since when my little witch, how long have you wanted me?” The possessive inner wolf was now prowling on the outer edge of his mind.

“Since I was fourteen.”

Bill was shocked, but the truth shone in her eyes along with the longing as she confessed to him.

“Gods woman! That was nearly a decade ago.”

“I know. Are you going to make me wait any longer?” she asked as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along his exposed collarbone.

That did it. Hermione soon found herself upside down over Bill’s shoulder and being carried up the stairs into the twin’s office. Bill laid her one the rug in front of the fireplace. He grabbed his wand from his pocket to light the fire. He tossed his wand to the left and crawled up her body gently lit by the flames.

His lips where and inch away from hers as he searched her eyes once more. Finding no doubt in their depth he closed the gap and kissed the witch beneath him.

He growled; she was delicious. Her lips tasted like candy, her tongue tasted of sweet wine and was a willing partner for his own prowling tongue. She had opened her legs wider to cradle his hips; her arms had wrapped around his shoulders and her fingers stroked his hair.

He moved his mouth from hers in-order to explore her neck and shoulders. She whimpered at the loss and Bill grinned into her skin.

“I love that sound.”

She made it again as he tugged her strapless dress down to her waist and quickly unhooked the clasp between her breast. He leaned back for a moment to take in the rose tipped flesh, then dived forward to take one bud into his hot mouth.

He felt Hermione’s nails scratch down his scalp and tug at his shirt. He reached for his wand, taking the hint, and banished their clothes. He sat back on his hunches to allow Hermione to look her fill.

Her eyes drifted from his handsome face, down his shoulders, she was surprised at the three long scars on his left one. His tone chest and abdomen were glorious. His cock stood hard and proud between his powerful legs, all of him delightfully freckled. Four words flashed through her mind, ‘Fleur was an idiot.’

Bill was suddenly nervous as her eyes raked down his form. Then it was all washed away as Hermione sat up between his legs, gently caressing the scars on his shoulder, leaned forward and traced the longest scar on his face with little licks.

It was his turn to whimper at the gentle treatment and acceptance she had offered.
She pulled back and smiled at Bill before giving him another surprise.

Hermione turned around gracefully and presented her back to him. She slowly leaned forward onto her elbows and spread her knees.

The wolf was now at full attention. He could see her folds sparkling with arousal; the scent of aroused willing woman was intoxicating. He folded himself over her nipping and licking up her spine until his mouth was next to her ear.

“You are like a bitch in heat, begging to be taken by a strong wolf, aren’t you?”

She moaned and dropped her head farther down and lifting her arse higher.

“Don’t worry pretty little witch, you will have your wolf.”

His voice rumbled deep with arousal and dominance. He pulled his hips back and entered her with a sharp thrust. Her back arched and she released a wail of pleasure. Bill nearly howled as her tight glove pulsed around him, dragging him in farther until he couldn’t tell we he started and she ended.

He started a slow determined rhythm that Hermione eagerly participated in. The sounds of sex echoed of the office. Soon Bill felt her walls flutter around him and that sent a tightening sensation throughout his entire body. He bent over her once more.

“I am going to come inside you my little one, and you will milk my cock with your sweet orgasm.”

At his words she tighten, and as her orgasm crashed over her he bit into her neck, causing lights to burst behind her eyes and her body to tense and release in the most amazing way.

She felt him come inside of her, thrusting a few more times before they were both spent. Bill rolled onto his side, dragging Hermione’s tired body down against his, never losing contact with her soft curves.

As their breathing returned to normal and their senses regained control, Bill was the first to speak.

“Are you okay?”

“Wonderful, I may not be able to walk for a few hours but that is a price I am willing to pay if it is like that every time.”

“I wont hold you to me…”

“You best, I have been waiting for a long time for you to notice me, so if you want this to end now say so.”

“Oh I defiantly not planning on going anywhere witch. Though we should get off the floor and perhaps back to a house with a bed.”

“Good idea, can you apparate?”

“I think I can manage.”

With a pop the two were gone, only to reappear in Bill’s bedroom, were they spent the remainder of the weekend.

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A/N I have no idea where that came from, but it would not leave me alone. I figured once I got it out of my system I could focus again.

I tend to lean toward the 'darker' men of the HP realm but I have a soft spot for the two eldest Weasleys and the twins.

That was my first attempt at smut, so be kind please. I hope you enjoyed it anyway

xox Sarah