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Old Flame - Bill Weasley

Today was not a good day. The washing machine had exploded, you got strawberry jam down your favorite white dress, and don't even get started on the mess the gnomes caused in the backyard. Not one thing had gone right today.

Here you sat, on the front porch of Shell Cottage, hoping that the sounds of the calm waves would subdue your raging headache as well as take away your stress. Unfortunately, all you could focus on was the squawks of those damn annoying seagulls. You groaned, throwing your head in your hands. You didn't move until you heard a soft voice behind you.

"Are you alright, darling?"

You turned around and came face-to-face with your magnificent boyfriend, Bill Weasley.

"I'm fine, just a rough day." You answered as he sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He kissed your forehead before speaking again,

"Anything I can do for you?"

You just shrugged, not being able to think of anything to remedy your sour and foul mood.

"How about this?" He questioned, turning your body to face him, "How about we go into town- into London, have a really nice fancy dinner. Just you and me, lights, good food, romance and the likes. Doesn't that sound like a nice way to fix your day?" he asked, laughing lightly at your amused expression as he rambled on.

"Yeah, I guess that sound pretty nice." You said rolling your eyes.

"Yes!" he cheered, throwing his arms up into the air, "get ready, Pumpkin, we're going to have the best night!"

You walked down the streets of London, hand in hand. The streets were bustling with business workers, couples and all sorts. Bill and yourself walked along the main strip trying to find a nice spot to eat. Finally, you found a restaurant that had a menu that pleased you both so you joined the line up to be seated. You two stood in line happily chatting, until a French accent interrupted you.

"Bill?"

You two whipped to face the sound of the voice. And there stood the beautiful, part Veela woman, blonde hair flowing graciously in the soft breeze.

"Fleur?" Bill asked, laughing lightly with shock. He turned to you slightly unsure of what to do, only to find you staring straight at the woman, looking slightly dejected. "What are you doing here?"

"My fiancé owns zis restaurant! I vill get you two seated immediately!" She said grabbing some menus and walking off. Before you could object, Bill followed her to your table. You huffed and reluctantly followed. Fleur sat you down inside the beautiful establishment. You might've been a little uncomfortable for your but you couldn't deny how amazing the place was.

Fleur served you the whole night. Every time it seemed that you and Bill would get into a good rhythm of conversation she would interrupt with drinks or entrees or meals. You tried to convince yourself you were just paranoid- Fleur and Bill had broken up years ago, not badly or anything, just that the pressure of the war was too much and they wanted different things. But that little voice in your head could help but nag: They were married

The night continued to get worse. Fleur and Bill were talking every time she came to your table as if they hadn't broken up or seen each other in 5 or so years. And it continued to frustrate you, even more so because neither of them were doing anything wrong. They were just two old friends catching up and Fleur was actually really lovely. Complimenting you on your dress and hair, and doing it genuinely. But you couldn't help but be jealous of her silky blonde hair or sweet voice. Not to mention everything else about her. After a while, you decided you'd had enough and cleared your throat. Both of them stopped mid-conversation and turned to you.

"I'm not feeling very well," you said standing up and grabbing your jacket from the back of your chair, "I think I might just go get some fresh air"

"Oh no! Please! Let me get you zome vater!" Fleur said trying to usher you back into your seat. You smiled politely and told her you'd be fine, before walking away from the two of them.

You entered the cold London street and began walking away from the restaurant, tears flowing from your eyes. How could you have let this happen? He is going to leave you! No, Bill wouldn't do that! The voices in your head argued as you continued to cry. Of course he is, how could you compare to Fleur?

"(Y/N)! Wait!" You turned and saw Bill running towards you, but you didn't stop. You kept your head down and continued walking. "(Y/N)" he called again as he got closer to you. He grabbed you shoulder and turned you to face him. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he saw your face. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm...." he couldn't hear your mumbling as you sniffled and wiped your tears. He laughed lightly and put your face in his hands forcing you to look at him.

"Honey, I can't hear you. What's wrong?"

"I'm going to lose you!" you burst, taking a step back from him. He stood there, shell-shocked and laughed exasperatedly.

"What?"

"You're going to leave me, for Fleur!" He looked very offended at your statement and furrowed his brows.

"Why would you think that?" he asked

"Because you spent all night talking to her!" you yelled. "She is perfect, Bill! She confident and funny, and part Veela! I can't compete with that! Makes me wonder why you left her in the first place!"

Bill stood in his place, trying to think of the right words to say. All of this was news to him. He didn't realise that he had been talking to Fleur all night, he just was catching up and hearing all about her new-born daughter, but he guessed you weren't listening to that part. He could never imagine being with Fleur, only you.

"(Y/N)" he whispered, grabbing your hands in his, pulling you closer to him, "I'm not going to leave for Fleur. We broke up for a good reason- we didn't work. But we do. I love you, (Y/N). I couldn't imagine my life without you. And maybe if you hadn't of been so jealous you would've heard about Fleur's soon to be husband... and son." Bill laughed lightly and you soon joined him. He carefully wiped the last of your tears from your eyes and kissed you softly. He pulled you into a tight embrace before speaking again.

"I want to spend my life with you, only you."

"Okay," you sniffled, stepping back from him and smiling up at the amazing man you got to call yours, "I'm sorry."

"Me too, I didn't realise that I was talking to Fleur that much." He grabbed your hand and started walking back towards the port key you had taken here, "let's go home."

You both began walking before Bill began to giggle quietly.

"What?" you asked him, but he didn't answer just continued to snicker, "What!?" you laughed at him.

"Oh nothing, just that you were sooo jealous!" he said. You gasped and smacked him on the arm.

"I was not!" you exclaimed. He just rolled his eyes and continued laughing.

"Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that."