Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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Waking up the next morning, Harley pealed away her hair that stuck to her face and wipe away the tiny spot of drool that sat on the corner of her lips. She couldn't move much, her body was enclasped in Bill's arms. The man's red locks were covering his face and his lips parted, snores tumbling from them. She tried to wiggle out of his hold but his grip tightened and he mumbled, "No, Fred don't take my pillow. Go annoy Charlie." She giggled and poked his cheek causing his eyes to flutter open in confusion. "What do you want?"

She raised her eyebrows at him before replying, "I apparently am you pillow that Fred is about to steal... we also need to get up."

"I don't wanna get up, and if you are my pillow. What a bloody amazing pillow you are. Fred is never having you." He grinned sitting up and wiping the sleep from his eyes and letting a yawn escape.

Harley sighed and tore his arms from her body and fell backwards off of the bed as she attempted to stand up. Bill watched in amusement as confusion appeared in her face. The woman hailed herself up nearly stumbling over and grabbed Bill's hand and tried to tug him out of bed. "Come on! We need to get ready for work!"

"But I don't wanna."

"Tough shit, William, now get up." The blonde grinned as he reluctantly got out of bed and was about to exit the room when Harley grabbed his wrist. "Can I have a kiss first?"

"I have morning breath, love." Bill responded looking at her lips which looked oh-so inviting.

"I don't care. It's not like we have amazing breath all day, or we're shoving our tongues down each other's throats, either." She shrugged.

Bill nodded. "That's true." He leaned his head down and pressed a small kiss onto her lips before pulling away and leading the girl down stairs.

"French toast?" Harley asked once down on the lower floor. Bill nodded and sat at the table.

"Are you alright?" He questioned. "You seemed off when you turned up last night."

Harley glanced at him as she cracked eggs into a bowl. "I'm okay. Yesterday was just a very emotionally long day."

"How so?"

The woman pursed her lips as she cracked an egg. "It was great to see Lyall and Remus. But at the same time it brought back so many memories not all so happy. It felt weird being back their without my aunt, of Remus and myself as children.

They told me stories of everything I had missed and I wish I hadn't missed them. But, I am also fuming. They told my parents of my aunts death and invited us to the funeral yet, I did the get told nor did we go to the funeral. Lyall and Remus do not blame me but it angers us all that they, my parents, had the audacity to do what they did."

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Bill ate dinner at Harley's that evening and he spied he photograph on her mantle piece. He smiled at how happy she looked and definitely concluded that she got her looks from her fathers side but he couldn't help but notice the evident scars written on her cousins face. Questions ran throughout his brain pondering over what could have happened for him to receive such injuries. Harley noticed his gaze and she followed it. "He's a werewolf-but he is as soft as anything. He is not a blood-thirsty monster. It isn't his fault, Greyback bit him when he was four in spite towards my uncle."She stated a little spit in her words.

Bill coughed in shock before turning to face her. "I don't doubt that, I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I was just curious, too nosey for my own good."

Harley closed her eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath. " I know, I know. I'm sorry, I just don't like it when people stare at him."

"I get it, I wouldn't either. You do look them you know, a lot."

"That's because we're related." Harley pulled a face at him, sarcasm hinting in her tone.

Bill laughed and rolled his eyes, "aren't you just the comedian."

"I know I am so funny. Too funny for you to handle... don't deny it Will, you know I am hilarious."

"Hilariously annoying."

"Fuck you."

"You are welcome to."

"Bill."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."