Harley Lupin is a curse-breaker working for Gringotts bank in Egypt. After many years, a boy- or should I say- man, she went to school with get's transferred from the base in England to Egypt. The two catch up after many years, and what will happen...
Harley took the letter from Ginger's beak and placed it on the kitchen table ready for her to read later. Bill had a day off and she had just returned home from work, dirt clinging to her body and clothes, her hair a mess and sticking to her face.
She so badly wanted to shower but could not be arsed to drag herself up the stairs, her limbs ached, her head ached, everything ached. Roger had her climb deeper down underground in some tombs, to check if they were safe to enter. An action that required her to use every muscle in her body to cling to rocks and climb up and down them, along with crawling through nooks and crannies that really should be bigger than they are.
"Harls? You home?" Called Bill entering the house, slamming the door shut behind him. "Oh goodie, you are."
"What?"
"There is no need to be rude."
Harley sighed and rubbed her neck, groaning in pain. "Sorry, what's up?"
"Nothing, I wanted to see you, how was work? Rough day?" Bill replied sitting at the table.
"What gives?" The woman rolled her eyes, "I hate being small, I get the shitty, climbing jobs. Also, please ignore my disgusting self, the shower is too far away."
Bill snorted at the blonde shaking his head, "Aw, sucks to be you, she should fatten yourself up, and ask a healer for some growth potions." Harley stuck her tongue out at him and stretched before wincing. "Shouldn't have done that, should you?"
"No." The girl cringed. "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"I dunno."
Harley trudged to the kitchen and opened her cupboards to see what she had to cook with. To put it bluntly, there was jack shit. "There isn't a lot. Are beans on toast alright?"
Bill nodded and glanced at the paperwork on the table, "Who is the letter from?"
"Haven't a clue, I presume it is my cousin, I sent him a letter two weeks ago," Harley said and took the beans from the cupboard and placed them on the side. "Are you hungry now, because I am happy to wait."
Bill shook his head, "I'm fine right now." Harley nodded and left the kitchen. Bill beckoned her closer to him and turned her around and pulled her onto his lap, he took her wrist and tugged of a hair band and pulled her hair up and tied it messily in a bun on top of her head.
"What are you doing?"
"Shush," He said, confusing the woman who sat on his lap. He took the straps of her top and pushed them gently off of her shoulder along with her bra strap. He began to rub her shoulders and massage the tight knot between them. Her head lulled back slightly as the pain subsided. "Is that feeling better?"
Harley nodded, humming in response. Bill continued massaging her shoulders until he randomly kissed the in between her shoulder blades. He kept peppering the area, still rubbing her shoulders. "Will, what are you doing?"
"Shush." He mumbled against her bare skin.
"Will. . ."She whispered, turning her head to face him. Instead of explaining why he did what he did, he captured her lips with his and his hands trailed up to her neck. Harley kissed back, her hands on his shoulders.
When they broke apart, neither said a word for at least a minute. They both were trying to wrap their heads around what just happened. Rubbing his neck, Bill spoke first. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"It's alright, I guess enjoyed it to be fair." Harley blushed.
"Y-you guess?"
"I mean, I did enjoy it." She lopsided smiled.
Bill nodded, "As did I."
* * *
Nearing eleven at night, Harley was stood at her doorstep, freshly washed, in her pyjamas, bidding Bill goodnight. He helped her aching body up the stairs before waiting in her bedroom as she showered. "Goodnight." She smiled, hugging him.
"Night." Before he left, he kissed her sweetly before running down the path and along to his house.
"You can't just do that Weasley!" She called after him, he laughed aloud and shot her a wink before entering his house, leaving the girl confused and speechless.
What the fuck just happened?
Closing the door slowly, she stumbled to the table and flopped in the chair. Bill Weasley was killing her slowly. She shook her head trying to erase the feeling she had in her stomach and the buzzing in her head, picking up her letter and opening it.
Dear Harley,
You are absolutely gorgeous! Dad has framed the picture and put it on the mantle peice with all the other framed photos. He couldn't stop staring at it and couldn't comprehend that it was you. The eyes gave it away though, he knew it was you and not a fake photo because of your eyes. You must visit when you have a day off or something, we would love to see you.
I hope everything is going well in Egypt, and you are looking after yourself. I am glad to hear that you and the Bill bloke are now okay, I don't want you upset or anything. If, however, things get tough even if it isn't about friendships, if anything is affecting you in a bad way, you let me or dad know, and we will be there. We haven't been there over the years and it won't stop us from being there now.
We love you loads and load, Harley, sweetheart, and I am sorry this is short, it's just I can't write everything I want to say to you down. Years have gone by and there is so much to catch up on, that all of the parchment in the world would not be enough. When we see each other in person, then everything will be said.
Love you,
Remus and Uncle Lyall
x x
A/n- Welp, I don't know what I have just written, I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I am trying to update asap but year 10 has got me like:
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Anywho, I will also be editing I am Who? So that will take up time too, so updates may be slow. I am sorry about that.
