No Way To Deny It (Bill, M)

Misha was sitting on the window, reading a book, trying not to think, hear or see anything else. She still was a centre of all the gossip in the school, but she wasn't to be seen that much anymore. She didn't want people to ask her how she felt. And she certainly didn't want anyone to know she was pregnant. Third floor corridor was empty. As the most of the time. It was this school's fucking place. Everybody knew it. So not many people actually went there unless they had this intention. But Misha didn't care. She wanted peace. And since today nobody felt like having public sex, she used the place to get what she wanted.

Bill hated feeling restless. He tried to finish his study, but he couldn't keep his legs still. Walking had seemed like a good idea until he realised that he'd been walking until late afternoon. How he had ended up where he was, he wouldn't remember. Walking down the corridor, he thought of nothing but the essay he was supposed to write for History of Magic. It was a good class, but he wondered why he had taken it. Sometimes the assignments were a lot harder than he'd expected them to be. Running a hand through his hair, he didn't even notice the young woman who was sitting by the window as his thoughts were too caught up.

"Carefull, king of clumsiness," Misha chuckled as she saw Bill running somewhere. She couldn't help it. She kind of missed interaction with him. Of course now, when they didn't annoy each other and she was more and more aware of her feelings towards him, it was hard for her to stay away. Even if she tried for his own sake. But deep down, all she wanted was to hug him, to kiss him again, this time properly, without all the problems around. But she knew she couldn't. She shouldn't...

Bill heard a voice and stopped suddenly. He hadn't seen Misha for a while now, and he'd avoided thinking about her. Not because he didn't want to, but because he wanted to but because he knew that it was something that'd only make him feel worse. But hearing her voice, as teasing as it may have been, only brought back all of the feelings that he'd been trying to squash. Turning to face her, he smiled and asked quietly, "How are you going, Misha?"

Misha put her book away and jumped down, so she could approach him. "Fine, could be better, but my friend is avoiding me," she said and smirked at him as she came closer. "I'm pregnant, not deadly ill, you know?" she added. She was trying not to think about Dec, be cheerfull, enjoy her life as much as she could. It was hard, but she could do it. She knew she could. What ade her sad was not seeing Bill often.

Bill sighed, "Your friend is avoiding you because he feels a way that he shouldn't. Not because he doesn't want to be around you.." He didn't know if she would understand what he meant, but he figured that there was no reason not to say it. He rolled his eyes half heartedly and said, "I'm afraid it's contagious, obviously." Bill looked at her, and he noticed that she looked beautiful. Not in an ordinary way, no. She was beautiful in a way that reminded him of the stars, and he wished that he hadn't stopped. Because now that he was so close to her, he knew that he wouldn't be able to leave her alone and continue avoiding her. It had taken everything in him to do it so far.

"My friend promised not to leave me though," she replied casualy and out of nowhere hugged him. His presence cheered her up. She felt happy around him. Ready to do crazy stuff. She didn't really want to let go. "Well, I guess you will have to risk it and hope you won't catch it from be," she smirked as she looked up to him.

"I know," he said, looking at the ground, "I'm sorry..." She was right. He'd sworn that he'd be there for her, but he'd pretty much run away. He should have just pushed his feelings aside and gone to her like he'd promised. Smiling at her joke, he wrapped his arms around her to return her hug. Looking down at her, her gorgeous eyes shining, he knew that he had to stop being so selfish. He brought his hand up to gently caress her face and smiled, "I suppose I'm willing to risk it."

"Don't be sorry, you are confused about a girl, who got knocked up by someone else, there is nothing to be sorry about," Misha told him honestly as she looked into his eyes and got stuck again. This was a curse. She couldn't help but raised her hand to gently stroke his cheek, not saying a word. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come so close to him, she thought suddenly. But in a way, it was too late now.

"But that doesn't change the fact that I promised, Misha." And not only to you. He had let Decibel down as well, and that made as Bill mad at himself than the thought of letting Misha down. The Gryffindor couldn't grasp why he even cared about the conversation that he'd shared with the dead Ravenclaw. Perhaps he'd come to respect him just a little after than. Or that he didn't want to betray the man's dying wish. His jaw tightened as he fought the urge to kiss her. Damn her for being so bloody perfect!

Misha wasn't sure she heard what he was saying. She was too busy being hypnotized by his eyes and lips. "Would you push me away again, Bill?" she asked out of sudden. "If I kissed you now, would you push me away?" she made herself more clear, yet her voice was kind of distant. She just wanted to kiss him. Nothing else. And she probably didn't really even care for his answer.

Letting out a shaky breath, Bill knew that he wouldn't push her away. Not this time. His fingers wrapped gently in the hair at the back of her neck as he whispered, "No..." It had been hard enough the last time, there was no way that he'd be able to bring himself to stop her now.

"Good," she said only before she crushed her lips with his, pulling her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. She didn't care about anything else but him in that moment. And she didn't give a fuck about the fact they shouldn't be doing this, that Bill was a Weasley, boy from the goodie family of blood traitors and she was pregnant cannibal daughter of the first death eater. It was just the two of them, in that very moment. And no one else.

Even though she'd told him that it was coming, Bill was caught off guard by her kiss. Mostly because, yet again, she managed to take his breath away. Tangling his fingers in her dark hair, he pulled her closer to him, as his other arm trapped her against his body. As much as he hated himself, he had been right. He couldn't pull away and tell her that it wasn't a good time. He even had trouble telling himself that. He didn't know how she actually felt about him, and he didn't really care because her soft lips on his could have made him forget about even the most gruesome of wars.

Misha broke the kiss just so they could catch breath and in that time took a second to look into his eyes before she connected their lips again. She grabbed his shirt and moved them towards the wall that she leaned against, pulling her arms tight around his neck again. She had no intention on stopping this moment.

Shallow breaths left Bill's lips as her looked at Misha, taking in every inch of her face. He didn't want to stop kissing her, and he was thinking of what to say when her lips returned to his and his back hit the stone wall of the corridor. He caressed her waist with one hand as the other returned to her hair. Inside of his head, he was debating with himself, but the outcome remained the same. Enjoy it.

Misha couldn't really control herself anymore. All her thoughts went away as if he stole them with his lips, her hands started to explore his body, while she went to kiss his neck, occasionaly bite gently. She wanted him. Maybe it was the pregnancy. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was both. But she wanted him so badly.

Bill couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the girl he'd loved for almost a year now was up against him, her mouth on his. The only bad thing was the tiny voice in the back of his head that told him to stop her. But when her lips touched his neck, the voice was forgotten. He groaned quietly, moving his head so that she had more room to move.

Misha bit him slightly not used to the fact she was the one who drove this ride, since with Dec, it was usualy him, who did so. Also, with him it was different, than with Bill. Her hands gently traveled up and down, tracing his chest, tempted to tear his clothes apart, she held herself back, waiting for any kind of move that tells her he is either in or out.

Bill pushed away from the wall, turning them so that she was trapped between his body and the wall. His hand ran down her sides and down her thighs. Holding them, he lifted her up, spreading her legs as he did. He nipped gently at her jaw, up to her ear and whispered, "Misha," before he brought a hand up to open her shirt slowly.