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𝕽emus could easily recall the day he firstly had a tingling suspicion that he had been unknowingly developing a crush on Willow.
It had been Halloween night in fifth year, there had been bouts of jealousy days prior with Sirius in Charms followed by the incident between Snape and the Marauders in the hallway. They hadn't spoken for a few days until the party, when him and the divine, heavenly Angel across the room locked eyes and just like that, he'd felt he'd locked in much more.
It had all started to have made sense, the uncomfortable knots in his stomach when he had spotted another boy cosying up to her, mostly Theodore Nott with their flirting and closeness then occasionally his friends. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure how deep he was in, until his Christmas holidays consisted with thoughts of pearly hair and heterochromic eyes after their days together alone.
Their first unofficial date, as they now joke, nostalgic warmth blooming in his chest, envisioning intently the exact moment he had fallen, pulled her down on top of him with full, achey belly laughs, followed by her calling him cute. And oh Merlin, did he feel those butterflies and his racing heart then.
The same wild butterflies and thumping heart he feels nearly five years down the line, tearing his dazed vision from outside of their bedroom window to the snoozing puff facing him. Almost opalescent locks mussed over the pillow, cheeks dusted with rosy warmth and lines evident of a soundly slumber.
She deserves the sleep for all her bravery. If it was up to him, the moment they'd have found out the traitor had told Voldemort and followers they were expecting they'd have cooped up in their cottage, shutting out the world. She would never, it would raise suspicion and only higher them on the list for danger, they couldn't let the spy know they're onto them. And she knew she had to fight, they had to keep on fighting if not for themselves but their innocent baby being arriving to this messed up world soon.
For today, they'd forget war.
For today, they'd forget the spy.
For today, they'd bask in every tick of the clock of time together, falling in love all over again like it feels they do each day.
He swallows the lump in his throat, the cool air drafting through the room stinging his bare chest in gushes of reality. A sigh escapes him, wondering whether she'd prefer if she had a cup of lemon tea ready for her when she wakes up or if he'd have time to go and make her one without a disturbance.
Just as he's about to make his decision, an arm lazily snakes over his lap around him, skin tingling when he feels the circular motion of her thumb rubbing his side. Releasing a heavy breath he takes a glimpse of her, fingers tangling in her hair once brushing from her face with the uttermost delicacy, unable to stray his eyes from her again.
Divine, heavenly angel.
She's still a divine, heavenly angel without her halo, wings and the glittery stuff dusted on her face to add to her allure. She's his darling Willow, still groggy and drowsy, glowing with her seven month bump facing him.
