Promising Young Witch | Bill Weasley

Chapter 13

George and I began to laugh in amusement. I leaned closer to him, grabbing his shoulder, to hold myself while laughing. I turned to face him and realized he was closer than I thought. He was still smiling, his eyes beaming. There were so much kindness and longing in those eyes, it was just so easy to be around him. He definitely knew what he wanted and made it clear with me. He leaned even closer to me, now our faces just a few inches away, but I knew I wasn't going to kiss him.

"Hey guys"

We turned instantly to see Bill entering the kitchen. Shit.

"Mum asked me to bring some fruits out," Bill said.

"Sure," said George trying to hold a laugh, while I felt like someone just dumped a bucket of cold water on me.

Bill grabbed the plate with the fruits and left the room.

"Come on, we should go back," I said to George and walked out of the kitchen.

It was like Bill felt that I was forgetting about him for a second, and he had to burst into my life again.

Soon enough the party was finally over, and I was beyond exhausted, more mentally than physically. But I knew I had one last thing to do before falling asleep. I was tossing and turning in bed trying to decide whether I should go or not. My head was full of doubts and every time I decide on one thing, I would think of fifty reasons against that decision.

I left the room at exactly 2 am and stepped on something soft and bouncy, like a rubber duck or some other toy. I almost fell.

"Lumos"

I lit the wand but nothing was there, so I proceeded downstairs. I found Bill standing in the kitchen near the sink.

"So..." I said, beginning to breathe heavily.

We were alone at once, no soul around.

"I am marrying Fleur," he said with determination, his words sounded like a band-aid he had to rip off to reduce the pain.

"Oh really? I didn't notice."

"So you have to forget what happened and move on."

He really meant it when he said he'd leave me alone this time. Yet I couldn't believe he was saying it and it hurt. So I had to hurt him too.

"Done."

"Wha- I mean, great!" he said startled.

"Fine! Anything else?"

"Just one thing."

He took my face in his arms and dragged it into a passionate kiss. I mistakenly thought the drunken kiss in the car was the best in my life, but this. The kiss was so sweet yet burning, it made me hum with pleasure like I just took a bite of my favorite candy that I haven't eaten in a while.

I pulled away.

"Seriously?" I said, anger boiling up in me, my lips burning from having to separate from his.

"I don't know why I did that. You were just... so okay with it, it pissed me off."

He brushed his hair with his hand and looked away. Bill losing his cool, was so bizarre to me I never thought he could.

"There is nothing to talk about anymore. You made your decision and so did I."

Although it was a hard decision, it had to be done. I guessed some of Bill's responsible nature rubbed off on me. Talking with Bill meant clarity, the worst kind, but still clarity.

"Right..." said Bill with hesitation in his voice.

I saw surprise in his eyes as well, when he looked at me. It's like he was saying 'was it that easy to forget me?' 'How are you so much stronger than me?' And before all that strength washed completely away by anything he could say or do, I turned around and left him alone in the darkness of an empty kitchen.

My chest tightened with the thought that I might never get to touch Bill again. Especially if I keep seeing him every day around the house. And then there was their wedding...

I felt guilty I got in the way of someone's happiness, even if it was Phlegm. But could two moments of weakness shutter an entire relationship?

No. It couldn't. I couldn't.