Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

7

Harley's eyes fluttered open to find a mop of red hair towering over her, and her legs resting on someones legs. She shot up but fortunately didn't bump her head into the person's head. though, she did wake him. "Alright, Harls?" Bill murmured rubbing his eyes.

"Uh, how'd I get here?" She asked, moving off of him.

Bill yawned slightly and turned to face her, "You fell asleep in the tomb yesterday and we found you this morning, Roger told me to bring you here and take the day off. I placed you on the sofa, but you insisted I stay."

"Oh." Harley stated, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean too."

"S'alright, in fact I was flattered." He smirked slightly, causing her to lightly kick him with her foot.

"Wait! What did you do for dinner last night?" She exclaimed.

"I had some beans on toast. I thought you went home without me yesterday, so I just went. I should of checked."

Harley face palmed, and look towards Bill, "Don't worry about it, I shouldn't have fell asleep."

"You didn't have lunch either yesterday, did you know it was lunch yesterday?" Bill asked.

"No, I must of lost track of times, when I took a break I felt like two hours had passed, and my phone ran out of battery so I just went with my instinct instead of finding out the time a different way." Harley explained.

Bill was about to reply when a loud grumbling sound erupted and Harley flushed red, "Merlin's beard you must be starving!" Bill exclaimed, jumping up. "I make you something to eat."

"No, it's okay, I can manage." She placed a hand on his arm.

"You sure?" He raised an eyebrow, and got a nod in reply. He followed her to the kitchen area before sitting at the dining table as she made some food.

He watched her place some pasta in a saucepan, and take out a frying pan. "Do you like pasta, bacon and tomato ketchup?" She turned to bill, frying pan in hand.

"You don't need to cook me anything, I am fine." Bill said to her.

"Answer the damn question boy!" She retorted in a higher pitched voice. "I am not taking no for an answer."

"Fine, yes, I do." He sighed resting his head on his hand.

"Good that." She smiled and placed the pan on the hob, and poured a little oil into it.She din't turn the ring on, just yet, she was waiting for the pasta to cook more. "Shit." he hissed before running upstairs. Bill looked in the direction she went in confused, but it was only moments before she returned.

"You okay?" He questioned.

She nodded,"I needed to put my phone on charge."

"Fair enough." Bill shrugged, as she sat before him at the table. His hair fell over his face and he brushed it back, chuckling.

"What's funny?"

"If my mum was here she would be yelling at me to get a haircut."

"I don't think shorter hair would suit you, I mean no offence, but at Hogwarts your hair was slightly shorter but not very short it still went to your ears." Harley said.

"I don't like shorter hair, but it does get in my face quite often." he said blowing a loose strand away.

"Have you tried french or dutch braiding it?" She suggested.

"I can just about put it in a pony tail, don't be stupid." He laughed. "Besides that's a girly hairstyle."

"When I was seven I braided, my cousins friends hair, I don't remember his name but I remember he was like nineteen or something and had long curly hair. He actually liked it, despite getting annoyed when I touched his hair."

"How do manage to braid it then?"

"he lost abet with my cousin and his other friends." She shrugged.

"Do you remember what the bet was?" Bill asked, intrigued.

"They had to guess my age, of course my cousin knew but his others only guessed." Harley reminisced, "I think he said I was nine."

"He was close." Bill noted, running a hand through his hair.

Harley snorted, "S'pose so, what he doesn't know is when he was in the toilet, my cousin and I told the others my age, just so he would have his hair braided."

"Sneaky little shit, weren't ya?" Bill teased, and the girl nodded grinning.

"Do you want me to braid your hair? Keep it out of your face?"

"Uhm?" Bill hesitated, thinking about it. "Go on then, but if I don't like it, I am taking it out."

"As you wish. Go sit in front of the sofa, I will grab my hairbrush, ton untangle any bits. Do you have a hairband or do you want one?"

"I've got one." He showed her the one on his wrist and went and sat where she told him to.

Harley returned moments later, a hairbrush in hand, she leaped over the top of the sofa and landed behind Bill. She place her legs either side of his body so she was close enough to do his hair, and ran her brush through his red locks. "I'm sorry if it hurts." She says as she swiped at a matted knot.

"S'alright."

She took the hairband from Bill and placed it on his wrist before tilting his head back slightly. In her hand she took three small chunks of his hair from the front and crossed the right piece over the middle and then the left over the middle. She then added a small piece of hair into the right piece and crossed it over the middle, before doing the same to the left and repeating this until all of his hair was in the braid. "Done." She beamed as she finished tying the hairband.

Bill stretched and stood up looking in the mirror as Harley stirred the pasta and placed some chunks of bacon into the pan and frying them. Bill smiled at his hair and walked up behind Harley and wrapped his arms around her waist making her squirm slightly due to her being ticklish. "Thank you." He grinned resting his head on her shoulder.

"You like it?"

"It's not that bad, suit girls more though." He unwrapped Harley and retook his seat at the table watching her cook.

"Mate, what's the time?" She called to him, and he looked at his watch.

"5:03pm." He replied.

"Well this our dinner, I hope you don't mind."

"It's great, Harley thanks."

"No problemo."

"Problemo?"

"Don't judge me."

"I wasn't." He raised his hand in surrender as he watched her playfully glare as she places some pasta, bacon and tomato sauce into two bowls.

"Sure you wasn't." She squinted her eyes as she placed the bowl in front of him and sitting down with hers.

"I wasn't!"