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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Other(s)
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Other(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Sexual_Content, First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot, Romance
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      Published: 2006-11-12 Words: 1681
****** I Love Bill Weasley ******
by Stella Hargrove [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Harry has a crush, and, since the twins are just incapable of
     subtlety, everyone finds out. HP/BW
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
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Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic, and Warner Bros., among others. No profit is being made from
this; it’s all in fun.
Sequel: The_BBurrow_Is_No_Place_for_Secrets
Harry sat at the Weasley family dining table, looking around the noise filled
room. It was so good to be free of the Dursleys this early in the summer, and
for good this time, too, as he would enter his seventh year at Hogwarts the
coming September. Idly chewing a bit roast, Harry watched Ron wildly
gesticulating, mouth full of potatoes as he debated the merits of the Chudley
Cannons with Charlie and Ginny.
He looked towards the opposite end of the long table, and gave a tiny sigh when
his eyes lit upon the eldest of the Weasley brood. Bill was good-naturedly
enduring his mother’s mutterings about his appearance while he was telling
Arthur about the latest case to come through Gringotts.
Next to him, sat Hermione, and Harry briefly listened in on her quiet
conversation with Percy on house-elf rights. Percy had only recently reconciled
with his family, but it was a measure of how loving the Weasley family really
was that he was so readily accepted back into the mix.
Harry felt a creeping trepidation when he glanced to the twins seated across
from him. They were hunkered over a scrap of parchment and snickering. Not
particularly unusual, but the little grins and sidelong glances they were
throwing in Harry’s direction every few seconds were making him distinctly
nervous.
“Oh, Harry dear, have some more potatoes,” said Molly when she noticed his
plate was nearly empty. She came around the table with the large bowl and was
just reaching around him when her eyes lighted on the twins and narrowed. “What
are you boys up to? How many times do I have to tell you? I won’t have you
plotting your jokes in my house. And at the dinner table, too!”
As she spoke, she reached across the table and made a grab at the parchment.
Harry watched in horrified realization as it fluttered out of her grasp and
landed two seats to his left in front of Percy.
He had only done it once. Really! He had just wanted to know what it looked
like, had wanted to see it on paper.
His heart was in his throat as Percy picked the paper up and, with the look
only a little brother can capture, reads, “I Love Bill Weasley”. Silence
reigned, and Harry tried desperately not to blush. Bill had a deer in the
headlights look on his face, as all heads swivelled to look at Hermione.
“Wait,” said Hermione, “that’s Harry’s handwriting.”
Harry’s fork clattered against his plate, turning pale and then red. He dared a
glance at Bill before shoving away from the table. He just couldn’t take the
looks of absolute shock that surrounded him, especially not from Bill. It’s one
thing to think you don’t stand a chance, but Harry discovered it was completely
different to see it staring back at him.
Harry stopped in the middle of the sitting room. There weren’t too many places
to hide at the Weasleys’ except outside, and he’d have to go back through the
kitchen to get there. He plopped down on the worn couch and hid his face in his
hands. “How could I have been so stupid,” Harry whispered, not sure if he was
talking about leaving the parchment lying about or writing out his crush on
Bill in the first place.
As he cradled his head and bemoaned the embarrassment of this recent event, he
did his best to ignore the chaos of whispers drifting in through the door.
Harry could barely suppress a groan of dread when he heard the door swing open.
He listened as the person crossed the room and felt the sofa cushion sink as
someone sat down next to him.
He felt a hand settle on his left shoulder, and his head shot up to meet Bill’s
eyes. He heard shushing near the door and turned to see several sets of eyes
peeking in through the cracked door. He stood abruptly and made to leave the
room; he just couldn’t take this.
“Harry,” Bill called softly, and Harry paused. “I…” he began, before scowling
at the door and standing as well. “Come on. We can go talk in my room. In
private,” Bill added, glaring at the door again. Harry could have sworn he
heard sniggering.
Bill pulled Harry to the other door and began to urge Harry up the crooked
stairs of the Burrow. He spent the trip up to his fourth floor bedroom admiring
Harry’s slender build and firm arse as Harry worked his way up. Bill decided he
was more grateful than ever that being the eldest came with his own bedroom.
Harry shivered as Bill shut the door, gaping nervously as he locked it and
began walking towards him.
“Relax, Harry,” Bill soothed as he rubbed his hands up and down Harry’s arms.
He leaned closer, his lips ghosting near Harry’s. “I’m very taken with you,
too.”
Harry whimpered as their lips met, hands going to Bill’s chest and fisting in
his shirt. They pressed their bodies tightly together and stumbled to the bed.
Bill settled himself between Harry’s legs and Harry thrust upwards as they
ground their groins together. Harry began to tug desperately at Bill’s t-shirt,
emitting a small whining groan when Bill broke the kiss to pull the shirt over
his head.
Bill gazed at Harry’s kiss swollen lips and lust filled eyes until Harry
started squirming. Bucking his hips to get Bill’s attention back where it
belonged, Harry unbuttoned his shirt and jerked it off, tossing it carelessly
to floor to join Bill’s.
Bill burned as Harry was exposed, and they were soon scrambling with the
remaining clothes. They paused to admire each others bodies, the heat from the
skin to skin contact overwhelming them.
“God, Harry, you’re perfect,” Bill gasped as he began to rub their erections
together again.
Harry wrapped a hand around the back of Bill’s neck and dragged him down for
another kiss, sliding his tongue along Bill’s before he pulled back. “Please,
Bill,” he begged breathlessly, “I want you so much.”
Bill growled and slid down Harry’s body, smirking at the whispered, “Oh
Merlin”. He caressed Harry’s sides as his mouth hovered just over Harry’s
prick.
“Do you, Harry?” he breathed, looking up to see Harry nod as he bit his lip,
trying to stop the stream of begging Bill was sure was about to come. Bill’s
tongue snaked out and teased Harry’s slit before Bill drew away and tilted his
head questioningly.
“Yes… please Bill, please. Wanted so long,” Harry plead, “I neee-” Harry broke
off and keened as his throbbing cock was engulfed in Bill’s hot, wet mouth.
Bill’s tongue slid along the underside, and Harry’s hips bucked as his prick
slid into Bill’s throat.
Bill drew back to suckle at the head, wrapping his hand around Harry’s cock as
he toyed with the foreskin. Pinning Harry with one hand, Bill brought the other
to gently fondle his balls, rolling and pressing lightly. He shamelessly ground
into the mattress as he watched Harry pant and writhe.
Harry looked down to see Bill’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock, hips
moving. He was a bit startled when he felt Bill’s finger stroking his hole.
Harry watched in fascination as Bill sucked his own finger alongside Harry’s
cock. He gasped loudly as the saliva soaked finger came back to prod his
entrance. Harry did his best to relax as it pushed into his virgin hole until
it reached the knuckle, crying out as it hooked forward and found his prostate.
Bill felt Harry’s balls tighten as their eyes met, and he slid a bit further
down the dripping cock as Harry exploded into his mouth. He swallowed as best
he could while his own release pulsed out onto the mattress.
Crawling back up the bed, he drew Harry in for kiss, smiling into it as he
heard Harry moan at the taste of his own seed. Harry trailed his hand down
Bill’s chest to find his limp penis. Looking down between them and then back up
to Bill in confusion and a little hurt, Harry opened his mouth to speak. Bill
gently laid two fingers against Harry’s lips, shook his head, and smiled.
Bill reached down and dipped his fingers in his release. He brought them up to
Harry’s lips and watched as Harry sucked them clean. Harry smiled and kissed
Bill deeply before settling his head on Bill’s shoulder.
“I thought we were coming up here to talk,” teased Harry, still with a little
smile on his face.
Bill grinned at him and was about to retort when he heard a giggle and a snort
from the other side of his door. He studied the door suspiciously.
“What is it?” asked Harry. Bill pointed towards the door silently. Peaking from
under the door were three extendable ears. Bill carefully inched out of the
small bed and crept to the door, grabbing his wand from his trousers as he
went. As Harry watched with interest, Bill quickly opened the door and the
eavesdroppers fell backwards.
“Ugh, Merlin, Bill, you’re starkers!” exclaimed Charlie. The twins were too
busy trying to peer around Bill to care.
“You interrupted,” Bill replied simply followed by a string of murmured words.
He glared at the three of them and slammed the door. Turning the lock again, he
cast a strong privacy spell.
“What did you do to them?” asked Harry when Bill climbed back into the bed and
pulled Harry to him.
Bill looked down to where Harry’s head was resting on his lightly-haired chest
and smirked. “One of the benefits of being a curse-breaker is that we have to
learn a lot of curses. I’ll have to remember the privacy charms next time.”
“I wasn’t that loud!”
“You will be.”
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