Guilt And Redemption - Part Three
Title: Guilt And Redemption - Redemption
Fandom: Harry Potter; Bill/Hermione; Canon Compliant through HBP
Rating: Adult, includes graphic description of sex between two adults - slight dubious consent. Character Death.
Summary: Darker three part sequel to Room of Requirements Written with the greatest respect to JKR and thanks to her for allowing fanfic.
Bill fought his way through the crowd of Order members and Ministry officials to the huddle where Hermione, Ron and Harry sat victorious. It was his concern for Hermione that had propelled him forward, but the sight of her brought back his sense of propriety. After all, there were rules to the game they played. Stopping just short of the heroes, Bill was able to take in the whole spectacle of them. What he saw were three exhausted people who had finally managed the impossible. Ron was holding a weary Harry while he tried to keep up with the questions that were being hurled at them. Hermione was also attempting to appease the hoards, but she looked to be fraying at the edges herself. Still, Ron and Hermione protected Harry to the end.
Bill stepped forward and pulled Hermione into his arms. Fuck the rules. “Back off,” he snarled at his parents.
Ron looked up at him and a slow smile spread across his face. Bill was struck with the awkward impression that his youngest brother knew the exact nature of his relationship with Hermione. “Remus, mate,” he said, looking over Bill’s shoulder. “Can you take Harry? I’m not up to Apparating the both of us.”
The older man shouldered his way past Bill and took Harry from Ron. “I’ve got you, Harry,” he murmured gently. “Does he need to be taken to St. Mungo’s?”
“Of course he should be seen by a mediwitch,” came Molly’s frantic voice from the background, but Remus had asked the question of Ron and Ron was shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “Just rest. Back to Grimmauld Place, I think.”
Chaos still surrounded them, but the demands for further details were ignored. Voldemort was gone. There was all the time in the world now, to tell how that had come to pass. Charlie moved in then and wrapped an arm around Ron. “Come on then, little brother, you shouldn’t have to Apparate yourself, either.”
Ron nodded, leaning gratefully against his brother. “You got Hermione, Bill?” he asked.
“He’s got me,” answered Hermione, her voice muffled against his chest.
“Do you want to go back to Grimmauld Place as well?” asked Bill.
She lifted her head from his chest and tilted it to face his youngest brother. “Ron?”
Ron shook his head slightly. “I can handle Harry, Hermione, if Remus can keep the vultures at bay.”
Charlie was now giving Hermione and Bill an assessing look of his own. “You do what you need to do, Hermione,” he said. “I’ve got this one here, and Remus and I’ll keep things calm so that they can rest.”
That was all Bill needed. Hermione’s present obligations had been filled and she didn’t feel like being at Grimmauld Place with the others, so he Apparated them to the cabin.
With their feet firmly planted on the worn wooden floor of the cabin, Bill began to undress her. “This isn’t a comfortable place,” he rumbled.
“I didn’t ask for comfort,” she replied, gasping as his fingers grazed her nipples.
Her hair was a bushy mess with a little blood matted in it at her left temple. Her clothes were dirty and torn and her face and arms were smudged with dirt, blood and ash. She needed gentle caresses. He ripped the clothes from her body and gave her himself instead.
~ : ~ : ~
The sheets weren’t exactly dirty, mused Hermione. They just hadn’t been washed in a very long time. It was the same cabin he’d taken her to before. The door was crooked on its hinges. There was no glass in the window, so a breeze caused the tattered and faded canvas that served as a curtain to billow out. There was a wooden crate by the window and the small bed with the poorly sprung mattress was the only other piece of furniture in the hovel.
“What is this place?” she asked. She leaned up on her elbow so that she could look down upon him. He didn’t meet her face, but continued to stare up at the ceiling, expressionless.
“My uncle’s place,” he replied finally. “Charlie and I discovered it a few years back. He’s long dead, so it belongs to my mum now, but I imagine she’s forgotten about the place. Not much here worth remembering, I suspect.”
Hermione nodded. “You’ve spent a lot of time here then?”
Bill shook his head. “No, not really, but it’s the complete antithesis of everything Fleur represented, isn’t it?”
Hermione brushed the pad of her thumb along the dark circles under his eyes. “There’s going to be hell to pay,” she murmured, changing the subject.
Bill met her eye then, but followed her conversational lead. “Mum will fuss a bit until she’s assured that the three of you are really all right, but she won’t be angry with you. She’s never been angry; just scared. She loves you, Hermione.”
“What about us?” she asked. “I don’t think anyone suspected anything between us. It had to have shocked them to see you take me away.”
Bill shrugged. “Do you intend to answer any questions concerning us?”
Hermione smirked. “No, I guess not. I mean, Ron and Harry already know, I don’t keep things from them, but it’s really no one else’s business, is it?”
“Exactly,” he replied and then he pulled her down to him and kissed her nose. “I’m not denying that we crossed a line today, Hermione. But unless we’re announcing an engagement, or the impending birth of a grandchild, there’s nothing we need to tell them. Now then, I’m not ready to commit myself to another wedding just now, and I don’t think you’re ready to be a mum, so we don’t have any news to share, do we?”
“But there is an ‘us’, isn’t there?” she asked, suddenly insecure.
“Merlin, I hope so,” groaned Bill. He settled his hands on her hips and shifted her so that she lay atop him completely and could feel his erection nudging at her moist centre. Hermione pushed herself up on her knees, straddling him, and reached for his shaft. Tilting her hips, she guided him to her entrance and then slid slowly down his length.
“I like that I’ve never done this with anyone else,” she whispered. “I belong completely to you and I want act out every fantasy I’ve ever had, and a few I haven’t dreamt of, with you. I want you to do the same with me. Whatever you’ve ever wanted to do with a woman, I want you to do with me.”
His eyes were clenched shut and he looked as though he was in pain, though she understood that he felt the same excruciating pleasure she did at their connection. “My own personal sex slave, eh?” he ground out.
“Your everything,” she said breathlessly.
~ : ~ : ~
Bill slipped silently into the kitchen. His mother and father, Remus and Tonks, Charlie, Moody, and a few others, sat around the table. Some eating a light supper, others drinking coffee or tea, and still others just sitting. The conversations were quiet. The rest of the wizarding world was in the midst of raucous celebration, but those immediately involved with the downfall of Voldemort were sitting quietly, assessing the damage.
Bill stood a long while before Charlie spoke up, drawing the rest of the room’s attention to the newcomer. “Hermione all right, Bill?” he asked.
He felt a slight flush creep up his face. “Yeah,” he muttered. He cleared his throat and spoke a little more clearly, “She’s sleeping upstairs just now. Harry said he’d keep an eye on her. Looks like Ron got him calmed down.”
Remus nodded. “Yeah. We still don’t know any real details of what happened yet.” He gave Bill a hopeful look, but Bill shook his head.
“I didn’t ask. She wasn’t in any condition for explanations when I got her out of there.”
Charlie snorted. “I doubt she was in any condition for what you had on your mind when you Apparated off with her either, but from your current state of relaxation that doesn’t seem to have stopped you.”
“Charlie!” gasped their mother in shock and outrage.
Bill was startled by the laughter that bubbled up from within. It felt good though, so he gave into it and was delighted that Charlie and Remus at least, joined him. He had always shared an easy and open relationship with his closest brother and was normally accustomed to being teased so outrageously - though not necessarily in front of their parents.
“Bill?” Arthur Weasley’s voice was injected with equal parts relief and concern.
Bill shook his head. “You won’t know when, Charlie, but you’ll know why.”
“We’ll see,” replied Charlie, smirking.
Bill felt the familiar ease of his family’s presence and support creep back through him. He rubbed a weary hand over his face. “Ah, Dad. I’m sorry. I’ve been a royal pain in the arse, haven’t I?”
His father shrugged, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Doesn’t mean we don’t love you, son, but yes, you’ve been nearly impossible. Worse than Harry.”
That comment brought out several chuckles. Bill shrugged and settled himself in next to his mother at the table. She leaned back and Summoned him a mug of coffee from the kitchen and handed it to him. Milk, no sugar, just the way he liked it. She smoothed her hand across the back of his neck and he sighed.
“It’s been a difficult time,” he whispered to her.
“I know, baby boy,” she murmured, pulling his head to her shoulder.
Bill grinned as his mother stroked her fingers through his already tousled hair. “They’re idiots. They’re up there trying to comfort each other, when they could be down here being held by Mum, who would assure them that ‘everything’s going to be all right’.”
Molly laughed softly. “I’ll be here when they’re ready for that.”
~fin~
Room of Requirements
Part 1 - Guilt
Part 2 - The Devil's Advocate
Author Index
Fandom: Harry Potter; Bill/Hermione; Canon Compliant through HBP
Rating: Adult, includes graphic description of sex between two adults - slight dubious consent. Character Death.
Summary: Darker three part sequel to Room of Requirements Written with the greatest respect to JKR and thanks to her for allowing fanfic.
Bill fought his way through the crowd of Order members and Ministry officials to the huddle where Hermione, Ron and Harry sat victorious. It was his concern for Hermione that had propelled him forward, but the sight of her brought back his sense of propriety. After all, there were rules to the game they played. Stopping just short of the heroes, Bill was able to take in the whole spectacle of them. What he saw were three exhausted people who had finally managed the impossible. Ron was holding a weary Harry while he tried to keep up with the questions that were being hurled at them. Hermione was also attempting to appease the hoards, but she looked to be fraying at the edges herself. Still, Ron and Hermione protected Harry to the end.
Bill stepped forward and pulled Hermione into his arms. Fuck the rules. “Back off,” he snarled at his parents.
Ron looked up at him and a slow smile spread across his face. Bill was struck with the awkward impression that his youngest brother knew the exact nature of his relationship with Hermione. “Remus, mate,” he said, looking over Bill’s shoulder. “Can you take Harry? I’m not up to Apparating the both of us.”
The older man shouldered his way past Bill and took Harry from Ron. “I’ve got you, Harry,” he murmured gently. “Does he need to be taken to St. Mungo’s?”
“Of course he should be seen by a mediwitch,” came Molly’s frantic voice from the background, but Remus had asked the question of Ron and Ron was shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “Just rest. Back to Grimmauld Place, I think.”
Chaos still surrounded them, but the demands for further details were ignored. Voldemort was gone. There was all the time in the world now, to tell how that had come to pass. Charlie moved in then and wrapped an arm around Ron. “Come on then, little brother, you shouldn’t have to Apparate yourself, either.”
Ron nodded, leaning gratefully against his brother. “You got Hermione, Bill?” he asked.
“He’s got me,” answered Hermione, her voice muffled against his chest.
“Do you want to go back to Grimmauld Place as well?” asked Bill.
She lifted her head from his chest and tilted it to face his youngest brother. “Ron?”
Ron shook his head slightly. “I can handle Harry, Hermione, if Remus can keep the vultures at bay.”
Charlie was now giving Hermione and Bill an assessing look of his own. “You do what you need to do, Hermione,” he said. “I’ve got this one here, and Remus and I’ll keep things calm so that they can rest.”
That was all Bill needed. Hermione’s present obligations had been filled and she didn’t feel like being at Grimmauld Place with the others, so he Apparated them to the cabin.
With their feet firmly planted on the worn wooden floor of the cabin, Bill began to undress her. “This isn’t a comfortable place,” he rumbled.
“I didn’t ask for comfort,” she replied, gasping as his fingers grazed her nipples.
Her hair was a bushy mess with a little blood matted in it at her left temple. Her clothes were dirty and torn and her face and arms were smudged with dirt, blood and ash. She needed gentle caresses. He ripped the clothes from her body and gave her himself instead.
~ : ~ : ~
The sheets weren’t exactly dirty, mused Hermione. They just hadn’t been washed in a very long time. It was the same cabin he’d taken her to before. The door was crooked on its hinges. There was no glass in the window, so a breeze caused the tattered and faded canvas that served as a curtain to billow out. There was a wooden crate by the window and the small bed with the poorly sprung mattress was the only other piece of furniture in the hovel.
“What is this place?” she asked. She leaned up on her elbow so that she could look down upon him. He didn’t meet her face, but continued to stare up at the ceiling, expressionless.
“My uncle’s place,” he replied finally. “Charlie and I discovered it a few years back. He’s long dead, so it belongs to my mum now, but I imagine she’s forgotten about the place. Not much here worth remembering, I suspect.”
Hermione nodded. “You’ve spent a lot of time here then?”
Bill shook his head. “No, not really, but it’s the complete antithesis of everything Fleur represented, isn’t it?”
Hermione brushed the pad of her thumb along the dark circles under his eyes. “There’s going to be hell to pay,” she murmured, changing the subject.
Bill met her eye then, but followed her conversational lead. “Mum will fuss a bit until she’s assured that the three of you are really all right, but she won’t be angry with you. She’s never been angry; just scared. She loves you, Hermione.”
“What about us?” she asked. “I don’t think anyone suspected anything between us. It had to have shocked them to see you take me away.”
Bill shrugged. “Do you intend to answer any questions concerning us?”
Hermione smirked. “No, I guess not. I mean, Ron and Harry already know, I don’t keep things from them, but it’s really no one else’s business, is it?”
“Exactly,” he replied and then he pulled her down to him and kissed her nose. “I’m not denying that we crossed a line today, Hermione. But unless we’re announcing an engagement, or the impending birth of a grandchild, there’s nothing we need to tell them. Now then, I’m not ready to commit myself to another wedding just now, and I don’t think you’re ready to be a mum, so we don’t have any news to share, do we?”
“But there is an ‘us’, isn’t there?” she asked, suddenly insecure.
“Merlin, I hope so,” groaned Bill. He settled his hands on her hips and shifted her so that she lay atop him completely and could feel his erection nudging at her moist centre. Hermione pushed herself up on her knees, straddling him, and reached for his shaft. Tilting her hips, she guided him to her entrance and then slid slowly down his length.
“I like that I’ve never done this with anyone else,” she whispered. “I belong completely to you and I want act out every fantasy I’ve ever had, and a few I haven’t dreamt of, with you. I want you to do the same with me. Whatever you’ve ever wanted to do with a woman, I want you to do with me.”
His eyes were clenched shut and he looked as though he was in pain, though she understood that he felt the same excruciating pleasure she did at their connection. “My own personal sex slave, eh?” he ground out.
“Your everything,” she said breathlessly.
~ : ~ : ~
Bill slipped silently into the kitchen. His mother and father, Remus and Tonks, Charlie, Moody, and a few others, sat around the table. Some eating a light supper, others drinking coffee or tea, and still others just sitting. The conversations were quiet. The rest of the wizarding world was in the midst of raucous celebration, but those immediately involved with the downfall of Voldemort were sitting quietly, assessing the damage.
Bill stood a long while before Charlie spoke up, drawing the rest of the room’s attention to the newcomer. “Hermione all right, Bill?” he asked.
He felt a slight flush creep up his face. “Yeah,” he muttered. He cleared his throat and spoke a little more clearly, “She’s sleeping upstairs just now. Harry said he’d keep an eye on her. Looks like Ron got him calmed down.”
Remus nodded. “Yeah. We still don’t know any real details of what happened yet.” He gave Bill a hopeful look, but Bill shook his head.
“I didn’t ask. She wasn’t in any condition for explanations when I got her out of there.”
Charlie snorted. “I doubt she was in any condition for what you had on your mind when you Apparated off with her either, but from your current state of relaxation that doesn’t seem to have stopped you.”
“Charlie!” gasped their mother in shock and outrage.
Bill was startled by the laughter that bubbled up from within. It felt good though, so he gave into it and was delighted that Charlie and Remus at least, joined him. He had always shared an easy and open relationship with his closest brother and was normally accustomed to being teased so outrageously - though not necessarily in front of their parents.
“Bill?” Arthur Weasley’s voice was injected with equal parts relief and concern.
Bill shook his head. “You won’t know when, Charlie, but you’ll know why.”
“We’ll see,” replied Charlie, smirking.
Bill felt the familiar ease of his family’s presence and support creep back through him. He rubbed a weary hand over his face. “Ah, Dad. I’m sorry. I’ve been a royal pain in the arse, haven’t I?”
His father shrugged, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Doesn’t mean we don’t love you, son, but yes, you’ve been nearly impossible. Worse than Harry.”
That comment brought out several chuckles. Bill shrugged and settled himself in next to his mother at the table. She leaned back and Summoned him a mug of coffee from the kitchen and handed it to him. Milk, no sugar, just the way he liked it. She smoothed her hand across the back of his neck and he sighed.
“It’s been a difficult time,” he whispered to her.
“I know, baby boy,” she murmured, pulling his head to her shoulder.
Bill grinned as his mother stroked her fingers through his already tousled hair. “They’re idiots. They’re up there trying to comfort each other, when they could be down here being held by Mum, who would assure them that ‘everything’s going to be all right’.”
Molly laughed softly. “I’ll be here when they’re ready for that.”
~fin~
Room of Requirements
Part 1 - Guilt
Part 2 - The Devil's Advocate
Author Index