Kiss the cook!-Full story
A/N: This is the full story/ long version of Kiss the Cook! My one short hope you like, Mione/bacon & Bill/Mione obviously and OoC will occur I'll try to keep it to a minimal though!
Disclaimer: A girl can dream can't she? Sadly my dream of owning Harry Potter will never come true!
Fleur does not exist except for in the tournament but besides that, Fleur and Bill do NOT happen!
A glimpse (the one-short)
Chapter One: Listening to the Apron!
Her eyes sprang open, while the delicious aroma filled her nose. A smile grew on her lips as she scanned the room. Quidditch posts littered the walls, along with a few weird sister clippings here and there. Her favourite fiery red-headed female friend had to be non-other then, Ginny Weasley. She smiled slightly as her friend's obnoxiously loud snore filled the room. The young brunette put on her favourite stripped red and gold fuzzy socks that matched her large Gryffindor Quidditch shirt that she was barrowing from Fred, but it fell to her mid-thigh and covered her black shorts. Hermione brushed out her hair, so it fell around her in manageable curls. Heading for the stairs, fallowing her nose, as once again the sizzling sound hit her ears. The fourteen year old girl walked quietly as she possibly could without disturbing any of the remaining Weasley's that were still asleep soundly. Hermione finally got to the sitting room. Her mouth was practically watering at the worm aroma that was emitting from the kitchen, along with a humming tune.
'Stealing Cinderella by chuck Wicks' Hermione realised. Smiling she remembered the times before bed when her father would get out his old guitar and sing her that song.
But what Hermione realised was that it wasn't the chipper, cheery, motherly hum that Mrs. Weasley would do as she cooked. The hum was deep and smooth one that had to belong to a man, Hermione determined. So that rolled out Harry, Ron, Fred, and George. That left four men, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Mr. Weasley was still tucked up in bed and Percy had stayed overnight at the office again last night. So then that left Bill and Charlie. Hermione's stomach gave a very loud grumble reminding the young witch it was time to go eat that bacon that was sizzling. So she stepped around that corner to see Bill Weasley in mid-night blue boxers, an obnoxious neon green and orange stripped apron, and his infamous long, red ponytail reaching just below his shoulder blades. Letting out a small giggle, Hermione didn't realise she alerted the tall Weasley of her presents. When he turned around her giggle turned into a full out laugh. Clutching her side's, tears running down her face, as she looked at the front of the apron. KISS THE COOK in vibrant purple print was what the front of the apron, and the bright yellow lip stick prints weren't helping.
"For that Mia, you don't get any bacon." Bill used Hermione's nickname he has given her, since Ron and harry had claimed 'Mione and the twins and Charlie had all taken to calling her Hermy (which she despised) for torment reasons of course. Mr. Weasley and Percy call her Hermione. While Mrs. Weasley had taken the liberty of calling her Hermione-darling or sweetie or some ridiculous endearment. Bill Smiled smugly at the girl in what he thought was a very hot outfit, and then mentally slapped him-self for such a thought.
'She's nine bloody years younger than you bill, you pervert. Remember nine years younger'
Hermione stopped dead in mid-laugh.
"NO! Im sorry Bill! I'm really! Really Sorry!" Hermione pleaded. Bill just shook his head and smiled cheekily at the witch.
"Sorry Mia, I don't feed witches that laugh at my sexy hot choice of cook wear."
'Hot indeed with the apron, I'd say without! But how do I get my bacon? ... I got it!'
'Oh, no not the puppy dog eyes!' Bill thought as the big brown eyes with flecks of honey and gold boarded into his own. He knew he would crack, he just knew it.
"Please Billy, with a cherry and whipped cream on top." Hermione used his nickname she had given him in return. Walking tords him very, very slow. Crossing her legs in a taunting, teasing fashion. She knew she had great legs and this would get her, her bacon. And Hermione jean Granger was not beyond manipulation to get what she wanted and that was, Bacon. Bill inhaled sharply as his eyes drifted down to her legs.
'And dam fine legs they were, those things could go on for miles! And how nice it would be to just run a ha- NO! Stop William Bilius Weasley, focus! Nine years, baby brother's best friend and crush…..Don't let her distract you. Dam but those legs…' having an internal battle with himself; Hermione got closer and closer to the man lost in his own thoughts.
A slight brush not even noticeable crossed bills lips, making him do a double take. Then smiled when he realised what had just happened.
"What was that for?"
"Well you know plenty well I fallow orders and I want my bacon!"
"What orders Mia?"
"Your apron, it says in bright purple letters to be exact to KISS THE COOK!"
"Well don't let me stop you." Bill smiled, snaking his arms around the witch and leaning in. A little voice was saying it was wrong, but bill didn't care it felt right to him. 'And it is going to stay like this, unless she doesn't want it to.' Bill thought as he thought of the girl-NO correct that! 'Those are not legs of a girl' Woman in his arms, and he'd fight to keep her there.
Bill and Hermione's snog was cut short by footsteps being heard on the stairs. Pulling apart quickly as Mrs. Weasley came around the corner.
"Oh bill, Hermione I didn't know you were awake, dears."
"Oh well I just thought I'd cook breakfast today mum."
"And the aroma woke me up so I came down to investigate. And Mrs. Weasley you should be very proud of your son, best bacon id ever tasted." Bill gaped slightly at the girl beside him, and then remembered the presents of his mother in the room.
"Well, I teach my son's to the best of my ability's, but some are more natural than others. Bill's only the natural out of the group."
"Best he is."
"Hermione, would you be a dear and go wake up Harry, Ron and Ginny for me dear? Bill why don't you go wake up Charlie, and the twins, and I'll finish up here"
"Sure thing Mrs. Weasley" Grabbing a strip of bacon, Hermione made her exit. Sending a wink to the man in the wild, green, orange, and yellow kiss print apron; it read KISS THE COOK in purple on the front.
More chapters to come! My one-shot is still up! You can all think Margarita Drink for me continuing this story! May 7th, 2014 I also want to send a thank you and a hug out to Guest for reminding me that I had takin this story down for edit not realizing the only chapter on here was the one shot! Lord sometimes I wonder if I'll pass high school with my brain. I had totally forgotten about it, so thank you!