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Bill Weasley

(bit of an age gap- Bill is 8 years older- but it is legal.)

Y/N Y/L/N fell in love with Bill Weasley when she was 11 years old.

It was Christmas of her first year, her new best friends; George and Fred; had invited her to spend New year's at their home. She, of course, accepted.

Y/N Y/L/N fell in love with Bill Weasley at exactly 12:04 am, when someone had helped her light her sparkler and she had turned to see the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. Granted,at 11, she didn't really meet gorgeous people, but Y/N knew Bill was one of them.

Bill, being 19 at the time, knew about Y/N's silly school girl crush, he knew it would fade as she grew and became attached to some dumb, age appropriate boy.

Except it didn't.

At 19 herself, Y/N had no doubt she would never like anyone but Bill. At 27, Bill had found Fleur, asked her to marry him and was engaged to the love of his life.

Until Fenrir Greyback happened.

Fleur,despite insisting it didn't bother her, could barely look Bill in the eyes. This killed Y/N because to her, Bill was even more beautiful now than he was before because he bore reminders of his bravery. Sadly, Fleur didn't see it the same way.

It was no surprise to any of the family that the wedding was called off a week before it had been scheduled to take place. Bill and Fleur's relationship had crumbled after Greyback, and Bill finally gave her the opportunity to walk away, unfortunately for him,she did.

Bill stood under the gazebo, at the end of the isle laid with rose petals, where he would have - in about an hour- been a husband.

"Bill? Biiiill?" Y/N's voice rang out through the tent, her shoes clipping on the temporary dance floor that Bill would not be celebrating on. "There you are," she came towards him,frowning, "are you okay?"
"No." Bill sniffled, looking around at the beautiful flower displays that would go to waste.
"Look, Bill, you probably don't want to hear this, but she doesn't deserve you. Your scars show your bravery and if she doesn't see that and only sees your face and not your kind soul,then she's too shallow for you."
Bill shook his head, " Y/N! Can I not have two minutes without you throwing yourself at me!"
"Throwing myself? I was not! I'm trying to help you Bill!"
"Yeah well you're not!"
"Fine! Don't come crying when your family stop trying to talk to you because all you do is shout lately! She's not worth it Bill!"
"Oh and I suppose you are?!"
Y/N flinched back, her face filling with anger. "I am worth it Weasley, but I'm beginning to question if you are. " She turned and stormed out of the tent, leaving him alone at the altar again.

Y/N was not seen in the burrow again. She had thanked Molly for her hospitality and gone back to her flat in London. No one but Fred and George heard from her since.

Bill began to miss her. Her constant laughing, the way she lay down on the floor when she was sad and how she constantly sang at the top of her lungs. He just missed her. So, when he found out she would be going to Pansy Parkinson's wedding, he managed to worm his way in too.

Sure,he didn't know Pansy at all, but he knew her older cousin through one of his friends and it was going to be such a large affair- what was one more person anyway?

In truth,it was a massive affair. People crowded all four corners of the expansive ballroom, all the floor taken up by tables, dancing couples and huge buffet tables. He was never going to find Y/N in this. He hadn't even seen her in a year,what if she was unrecognisable?

A figure dressed in pale blue swanned her way towards the table Bill moped at, stopping and chatting to several people. In the dim lights, Bill barely made out who it was.

Fleur. Shit.

Bill hadn't seen hide nor hair of her since she left him over a year ago. And he really didn't feel like making conversation right now.

He stood from the table, backing away from a laughing Fleur before spinning and legging it to the back door, one which apparently led to a cozy reading room. Sofas and armchairs crowded a large fireplace, gold centre pieces placed on either end of an impressive mantelpiece.

Bill dropped into one of the armchairs, sighing heavily to himself. He was glad this room was empty, he didn't feel like meeting people.

Actually.

Was it empty? Bill hadn't checked, and was filled with the sudden desire to ensure he was completely alone before letting his guard down.

The room was dim,so he lit his wand, casting a glow into all corners of the room.

Including the corner where a certain y/h/c girl stood frozen,hand on the doorknob,ready to make her escape.  "Y/N??"
The girl turned, mascara smudged cheeks glowing red, eyes filled with tears making contact with Bill's. "Hello Bill."

With that, Y/N flung open the door and ran out of the room, a stunned Bill flying from his chair to follow her a moment later.

For a girl in heels,she ran fast. As he reached the end of the corridor, all Bill could see was the swinging front door of the venue. He sprinted down the hallway, flinging the door open and exposing himself to the crisp, cold night. Y/N was running through the gardens, past high hedges, making her way to the gate at the bottom of a bed of roses. Bill ran past a bench, jumping over lavender pots before dodging a fountain to intercept her.

He barely made it;Y/N was at the gate, opening it,when an out of breath Bill slammed it shut again, stopping her from escaping once more.
"Why would you run, bloody hell woman, what the hell!"
"I'm not in the mood Bill."
"Mood for wha- are you crying?"
Y/N avoided his eyes, sniffling out a small no. Bill tipped her head up, forcing her red eyes to meet his. "you are don't lie Y/N."
"Not that it's any of your business Weasley, but my boyfriend just broke up with me."
"He's not worth it."
Y/N scoffed, " you don't know him Bill."
"I know he's not worthy of you though."
"Really, and you are now I suppose? Hmm? That was why you badgered poor Thomas for an invitation to this wedding?"
"How'd you know about that?"
"Thomas was my boyfriend dickhead."
"Well, shit, never liked that kid anyway."
"He was your best friend at school Bill."
"Was he? Don't remember." Bill smiled, Y/N rolling her eyes at him. "If there's nothing else Weasley, I would like to leave now."
"Dance with me."
"What?"
Bill held out his hand. "you heard me, one dance. In one dance I'll convince you why you need to stay and give me a chance. A chance to redeem myself." Bill looked at her pleadingly, wriggling his fingers in her direction. "If you don't forgive me by the end of the dance, I'll let you leave and you never hear from or see me again."
Y/N wavered, weighing the decision in her mind. " Fine, one dance and if I don't forgive you I leave ."
" You leave." Y/N took his hand, and he spun her around to the faint music from the hall next to them.

By the end of the song,not only did Y/N stay, Bill had fully redeemed himself and convinced the girl to go on a date with him.