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Bill was reading one of the books from the Manor library when he heard Harry floo in after work. He looked up and saw his fiancé (they’d been engaged for a couple months and his mother had probably been the most excited about it) spelling off soot from the fireplace and looking extremely tired. Harry was currently Head Auror but with the dwindling number of free Death Eaters and rising dark wixen, he was considering McGonagall’s offer to become the DADA professor who only occasionally helped the Auror Department. Bill was very vocal about his approval of that plan since it would cut down on Harry’s stress immensely. Plus, he’d always loved Hogwarts. Even told Bill he considered it more his home than when he stayed with his relatives.
Bill may or may not have lightly hexed them. Not enough to be traced to him, but enough to at least mildly annoy them for the rest of their lives. Except for the cousin, Dudley. His would only affect him for a few years since he’d apologized to Harry and the two had made up. They were even tentatively inviting him to gatherings.
Harry sat down heavily on the sofa next to Bill after removing his cloak and shoes and putting down his bag. He just leaned into Bill’s side as Bill marked where he was in the book before putting it down. He started running his fingers through Harry’s hair, smoothing out the few tangles his curly hair had gotten through the course of the day.
Another development over the years: Harry had somewhat curly hair and that was one of the reasons his hair and his father’s hair was so tangled and messy most of the time. His mum had helped both Harry and Hermione take proper care of their hair and both couldn’t be happier.
“Rough day?” Bill asked, smiling a bit at how Harry unconsciously pushed his head further into Bill’s hand as his fingers continued threading through the curly hair. Harry groaned in response.
“A lot of paperwork and some apparating long distances. We caught who we were after after a few apparations, but the paperwork was awful. I didn’t realize being the Head Auror would mean I had to do so much of it.”
Bill chuckled. “Yeah, I wouldn’t think so.” Bill got an idea. “Here, come on, let’s head upstairs.”
“But I’m comfy here…” Harry whined, causing Bill to chuckle at him. He was so cute no matter how much he protested being called that.
“I have an idea to make you feel at least a little better. And it’s not time for dinner yet. Come on,” Bill said, successfully pulling Harry up and leading him to their bedroom. He instructed Harry to take off his robes and lay on his stomach, and Harry’s eyes sparkled a bit as he realized that Bill was going to give him a massage. He grabbed the oil they had on hand for it and took off his own shirt so he wouldn’t get any oil on it. It was fairly easy to clean out, but still a pain and annoying.
He got up on the bed behind Harry, opening the oil and pouring some of it on Harry’s back, watching as a small shiver wracked his body at the slight chill of the oil. He straddled Harry’s legs and started to work his hands over Harry’s back and spread the oil around, warming it and activating some of the magical properties.
That was when he realized just how tense Harry was. He really was stressed and overworked.
“Merlin, Harry, you are really tense. Why didn’t you tell me before it got this bad?” Bill asked, a bit worried for his fiancé.
“It wasn’t really that bad,” Harry mumbled into the bed under him, “I’ve had worse and it wasn’t an issue.”
Bill sighed a bit. As much as he hated it, Harry was right; he’d had worse. His entire childhood and time at Hogwarts was the most stressful time of his life, especially what would’ve been his seventh year when he was actively being hunted by Voldemort while trying to hunt down the pieces of his soul so he could be completely killed.
He and Harry were still working on communicating things sooner to each other. He’d had some communication issues himself after his divorce with Fleur since it was so soon after the war ended and he felt he needed to be strong for his family to lean on. Fred was in a coma for a bit, George had lost an ear, Percy had nearly died, and Harry was a bit of a mess after everything. Especially since he’d nearly lost Sirius and Remus during everything and they were both severely injured for a while.
He refocused back on the massage he was giving Harry when he felt him melting into the bed as the tension in his back and shoulders started being relieved. He even heard Harry let out a pretty loud and sensual moan.
Oh yeah, he was definitely tense.
“What, does that feel good?” Bill asked, chuckling just slightly when Harry nodded and just relaxed further into the massage.
Bill leaned down and Harry turned to meet him in a kiss while Bill’s hands still worked on his shoulders. He eventually pulled back and continued what he’d been doing. And Harry continued letting loose moans as each knot was worked loose and more and more tension bled out of Harry.
Eventually, Bill had Harry about as tension-free as he could get him and grabbed the towel he’d placed on the bed earlier to wipe his hands off and wipe the excess oil off Harry’s skin. Harry just hummed at the motion.
He eventually sat up once Bill had moved from where he’d been straddling Harry’s thighs, and grabbed Bill to snog him as soon as they were facing each other. Bill didn’t mind, just grabbing the back of Harry’s head and deepening the kiss, winding his tongue into Harry’s mouth and moaning just slightly.
Harry’s moans during the massage may have… affected Bill a bit. And judging from how this was progressing, it was clear that Harry had gotten pretty worked up too.
Well, Bill just may have to help himself and his fiancé relieve some more stress.