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Bill sat working on a translation as Hermione puttered around the apartment. When she passed by him, she was startled when he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. Laughing, she pressed a kiss to his lips, which he immediately deepened, slipping his tongue along the seam of her lips. When she pulled back, she laughed.
“What's got you in such a good mood?” she asked, running her hand through his hair absentmindedly.
“I told mum about us.” Those were not the words she had expected to come out of his mouth. She blinked, once. Twice. A third time before the words truly sank in as she relaxed into his hold on her.
“Well she hasn't shown up on my door step screaming about me being a scarlet woman, so I take it, it went well?” Hermione asked, resting her head on his shoulder as he pressed a kiss to her hair. Bill hummed as he tightened his grip on her.
“She wants us to come to dinner Sunday.” He said, placing a kiss on her neck that caused her to shiver. “Wants to see you. Said you stopped coming when you and Ron broke up.” Hermione sighed and burrowed closer to him, ignoring the kisses he was peppering her neck with.
“I just didn't want it to be awkward. He was bringing Lavender around, and I wasn't focused on dating.” Hermione said, swatting him away with a smile.
“Well, you're going to be spending the rest of your Sunday's at the Burrow on my arm. Think you can manage?” He asked, allowing his breath to ghost over her neck. She hummed as she closed her eyes and relished in the feel of him so close. It was still new, and being close to him felt as natural as breathing.
“Meeting your parents as your girlfriend?” She huffed a laugh. “Yeah, I think I can manage that.” He kissed her then, truly kissed her, stealing her breath before he released her lips with a smile.
It wouldn't be so bad. Not with Bill by her side.