Disclaimer: Oh, Lordy, what I'd do with them if they were mine ... JK Rowling does a much better job, though :D

A/N: This is Bill/Hermione. If ye dinnae like it, dinnae read it! (Sorry, Scottish-ness showing through, there..) If you do like it, and such, please review! I like reviews, they make me feel all soft and fuzzy.


"It's not as if I meant to do it," Hermione said, chewing on her bottom lip nervously and squinting up at Bill through the sunlight.

"I know, and that's what has me slightly confused. How can the brightest witch of her generation screw up a potion so completely that she turns herself and her surroundings bright blue?" Bill shook his head in bemusement and regarded the blue witch standing in front of him, hanging her head.

"I was distracted!" Hermione wailed, pulling a strand of hair in front of her eyes and grimacing in disgust at the sight of it. What she left unsaid was the fact that she'd been distracted by the sight of Bill working shirtless less than a hundred yards from her..

They'd been working together for a little over two months, and that time in close contact had done nothing to lessen the crush that she'd harboured for him since her sixth year at Hogwarts. Glancing up at him through lowered eyelashes, Hermione felt the familiar groin-tingle of excitement at his physical proximity, even if he was currently annoyed at her. His hair was tamed back into its habitual ponytail, but due to his shirtless state his tattoo was clearly visible, curling around his navel and disappearing down into the waistband of his low-slung trousers. Hermione followed the length of it and swallowed nervously.

"What on Earth were you distracted by, Hermione? We're the only ones here!" Bill shook his head and reached out to tangle a finger in an errant blue curl. Eyes widening, Hermione stiffened as his finger accidentally grazed her ear.

"I, uh, heard a noise.."

Bill seemed fascinated by her hair and took some time to respond, "I didn't hear anything."

"No, well, it was very.. quiet. A quiet noise." Hermione realised as she said it that her sentence made no sense whatsoever.

Bill took a step nearer and gently trailed a finger down the length of her jaw. Hermione shivered as the action raised goosebumps all over her flesh.

"You think you're blue all over?" Bill quirked a smile as he asked the question, head cocked to one side.

"Given the strength of the spell, I would say it's a distinct possibility." Hermione managed, a little breathlessly.

Bill smiled again, raising his hand and resting it against the hollow of her throat, before reaching down and pulling open the first button on her sensible blouse.

"Let's see, shall we?"