Title: Blame it on the Mistletoe
Summary: Bill and Hermione share baklava and a kiss under the mistletoe.
Title: Wet and Sloppy
Summary: Bill and Hermione have a snowball fight at Christmas outside the Burrow. [Was a challenge answer over at FAP]
#1 Blame it on the Mistletoe
Molly and Arthur were enjoying Christmas at the Burrow with all their children plus Harry and Hermione. Everyone except Bill and Hermione had brought home special significant others, and the young couples were all off in their separate rooms together, as could be heard by the various noises in the house. Meanwhile the Weasley parents and Hermione, who was on the sofa reading a book, were in the living room in front of the fire.
Bill came down into the room with bare feet, wearing long flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt, and his hair was unbound. In his hand he was caring a small non-descript package in white cardboard.
When Molly saw him, she said, "Bill, I really wish you’d let me cut your hair."
Hermione interrupted before Bill could defend himself. "I like it, Mrs. Weasley."
"Fine," she sighed. Then she asked, "Are you ever going to bring home a nice girl, Bill? Everyone else has someone."
"Hermione doesn’t," Arthur said pedantically.
Molly whispered to her husband, "I know, but I didn’t want to make her feel bad."
"I’ll have to work on that," Bill said to his parents in reference to their wish that he bring home a nice girl. After placating them, he then added to Hermione, "Would you care to join me in the kitchen?"
"Sure." She placed her book on the coffee table and stood up to join him.
When they were out of parental earshot, Hermione told Bill, "You know I love it when you look like this!"
"I did it just for you," he said with a wink, "but that’s not the only thing you love."
He handed her the box, and inside was one of Hermione’s other weaknesses besides Bill: baklava.
"Is this the Bill Weasley special?"
He smiled. "I told you I was a wizard in the kitchen."
"And in the bedroom," she continued.
"And everywhere else!" they both said at the same time and laughed together.
Before Hermione could look for a fork, Bill handed her one and flashed another sexy smile. While she was eating, Bill sat at the table across from her holding her fingertips in his.
She finished the delight with a moan of pleasure.
"You missed a spot," Bill said, indicating she had something on her face.
He leaned across the table with the napkin as if he were going to wipe her face. Instead he kissed her on the cheek and the corners of her mouth, tasting the honey from the baklava.
"Mmmm, indeed," he whispered.
She stood up to kiss him better. He held her lightly at her upper arms while she had her hands on his waist.
Before the kissing could get really interesting, they were interrupted with separate shouts of "Bill! Hermione!" from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"Son, when your mother said to find a nice girl..."
"...I didn’t mean this minute!"
Bill calmly pointed to the ceiling above his head. "Mistletoe, Dad."
"Oh." Both parents were effectively silenced.
After they left the room, Bill said to Hermione, "I don’t think they’re ready for us yet. Maybe by Valentine’s Day."
#2 Wet and Sloppy
Hermione Apparated to the perimeter of the Burrow and was walking through the snow the rest of the way to the house. She had been invited to the Christmas festivities like the de facto member of the family that she was. There outside the house Bill Weasley was pacing back and forth in the snow.
“Cheers, Bill!” she called to him.
He unclasped his cold hands and waved. “Hermione!”
“What are you doing out here when it’s so cold?” She shivered as if to emphasize her point.
“I’m trying to escape my mother. Percy and Penny are in there with their new baby showing him all around. If she sees me, I’ll hear no end to it about being my turn to bring home a girl and start a family.”
Hermione got close to the house looked in the window at the many family members gathered inside. There she saw Ginny and Remus with their arms around each other. “Oh, that’s new!” she said with surprise.
“Isn’t it? If it’s not Percy, it’s Ginny.”
“How’s your mother taking that? Do you think she’ll be knitting him a Weasley sweater?”
“Yes. Not yet, but she will eventually.”
“I like Remus, but he’s so old.”
Bill shrugged. “It’s no big deal. There’s nothing wrong with an older man and younger woman together. People have been doing it forever.”
Hermione didn’t comment but continued to stare in through the window until a snowball pelted her on the head. “Hey!” she yelled.
“What?” Bill did his best to look completely innocent.
She didn’t say anything, but pulled at the edges of her gloves to make sure they were on tight. Then Hermione picked up some snow in her hand, quickly formed it on to a ball and threw it at Bill.
“This means war!” he said with enthusiasm.
Both proceeded to throw snowballs at each other until their hair and most of their clothing was a wet sopping mess. Even then the impromptu fight didn’t stop until Bill tried to throw snow at her and fell flat on his back on the ice under the snow. He started laughing and Hermione went over to him to help him stand up.
“No! Go away! Otherwise you’ll be sprawled down here with me!” he said to her with tears in his eyes.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing!” she smiled wickedly.
When Hermione did go to him, he pulled her down on top of him and then covered her with more snow.
“Get this off of me!”
“No! I think you make a nice little snow pyramid.”
As silly as it all was, she was laughing with pleasure. “Bill, you’re horrid, and I am going to have to use a warming spell if my clothes and I are ever going to be dry again.”
“Let’s go inside, then,” he said with a smile.
They got up and shook the snow off themselves. They talked amiably to each other as Bill opened the door, and they both stepped inside the house together.
George, who was there with the rest of the family assembled near him, yelled, “Stop!”
“What?” Bill asked in consternation.
The twin smirked and pointed above the door. “Mistletoe.”
Bill looked up, and sure enough, it was there.
“Merry Christmas, Hermione,” he said as he bent his head down to give her a soft kiss on the lips.
Her eyes shined brightly, and she looked out of breath. “Merry Christmas, Bill!”
And that be the end of cookies for today