Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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"Those dementors are getting well out of hand at Hogwarts." Stated Bill as he read over a letter from Ginny. All in the name of Sirius Black, dementors were guarding the grounds of Hogwarts under the Ministry's request, not Dumbledore's. Harley was rubbing between his shoulder blades as a knot had formed from the strain of working off-site that day. She read over his shoulder as he showed her the parchment, her nose scrunching up as to what was happening.

"It's not getting out of hand, Will, it is out of hand. Yes, Black might be on the loose but I doubt he'd want to get into the school. Plus, Dumbledore would flick his hair and that guy would be out of there if he did." Bill stifled a chuckle, looking up at Harley in amusement. "What?"

Bill shook his head as she finished up, the knot disappearing and the pain easing. "Nothing. Have you heard from your cousin?"

Harley nodded, "Only mentioning it being a little strange being back and seeing Potter. I wouldn't be able to do that. Imagine going back to school to teach after fourteen years without your best friend and teaching his son who looks just like him. It would be painful, I know I wouldn't be able too." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek sweetly. "But, I guess that is what he will have to get used to. I hope that dreaded DADA curse doesn't affect him, I know he is smart and I have full faith in him being an amazing teacher. If only he was our teacher, eh?"

"Yeah, but we did pretty well with who we had," Bill commented.

Harley scoffed, "You may be, I literally scraped the barrel when it came to my grades, I just about got a N.E.W.T in each of the required classes to become one a curse-breaker. And I mean scraped the barrel."

"Go on."

"My grades weren't the best because I was easily distracted, I got stressed and literally burst into tears every night before an exam."

Bill smirked, "Was I that good of a distraction?" Harley pushed his head slightly and strolled away from him putting the oven on and taking some items from the cupboard. "What are you cooking?" He wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his head on her head.

She started to open two cans of soup, pouring them into a saucepan and held up the empty cans. "What do you think?" Bill scoffed and kissed her temple. "It'll be ten minutes. Is soup okay, honey?"

"I don't care, Harls, anything is good, I eat everything, you know that." Harley nodded and spun around, "It's a Weasley thing."

She giggled and hugged him tightly. Harley pulled away not long after waddling to the sofa and falling over the edge onto the plush cushions. Bill stood over her and cross his arms in amusement. "Can you finish dinner, please?"

"What?"

"In ten minutes take the soup off of the heat and put it into bowls, there you go." She mumbled, rolling onto her side. "Let me have a nap." She closed her eyes and hugged the blanket that was kept on the sofa all of the time leaving Bill to sigh and rest on an armchair. It sounded creepy but he watched the blonde woman sleep. She looked much younger when she slept, all worries were washed away and she looked so blissful.

He read over the paper that sat on the coffee table before checking on the soup and pouring it into two bowls. He set them on the table along with some bread. He didn't mind finishing the dinner, it wasn't as if it was a chore, in fact, it was rather nice for him to wake her up with food ready rather than the other way round. "Harley, dinner." He said softly perching on the edge of the sofa and patting her shoulder.

She grumbled and rolled over so that she was facing him, but with her eyes closed. "Feed the donkey yourself, Bill!"

"No, dinner, Harley," Bill repeated. Her eyes opened and she yawned, rubbing them. "Nice ten-minute nap?"

She nodded sitting up smelling the soup. Stretching, she stood up and followed Bill to the table but before he sat down she stopped him. "Thank you, Bill." She pressed a kiss to his lips which lasted longer than they had originally planned. They pulled away and sat down at that table sipping at their soup and munching on their bread. "I'm sorry I had a nap."

"Don't apologise, love, you were knackered." He held out his hand to Harley who placed hers in his, letting his thumb graze over hers. "Does that mean I am going to get a very long cuddle later, in bed....possibly naked?"

"In your dreams about the naked part," Harley replied laughing.

Bill smirked wiggling his eyebrows at her, "Oh it is in my dreams." They finished their soup not long after placing the dishes in the sink and running up to the bedroom giggling to each other. He picked the woman up and dropped her onto the bed, crawling over the top of her and kissing her passionately.

They began to undress each other, still kissing. It got to the point where they were both in their underwear, Bill still on top of Harley. They crawled under the covers and cuddled into each other. "Close enough." Bill sighed in content, his hands on her bare waist.

"Well..."She trailed off, her finger playing with the hair on his chest. "If you really want to undress yourself fully, I won't be complaining."

"But what about you?" Bill whined at her.

She huffed, "I like wearing my bra and undies."

"But-"

"No, Bill."

"But that isn't fair!"

He buried his head into the crook of her neck with his hands around her body. "I know, but sometimes things aren't fair." Little did Harley realise that in that time, Bil had unhooked her bra and he sat back tugging it off of her arms. "BILL!" She cried, instantly covering herself.

"But you're beautiful."

"Stop."

"No." He grinned and swung the bra around on his finger. "You can have it back for a kiss."

Harley pouted, her arms still covering her nude chest, "That's bribery."

"I know." He smirked, "You seem to be enjoying not wearing it though."

Harley rolled her eyes and slipped beneath the covers, Bill dropped the bra onto the floor and became the bigger spoon, pulling her close. "Did you mean that?" She asked him quietly.

"Did I mean what?"

"Me being beautiful?" She rolled over to face him. His thumb ran over her cheek bone, his eyes staring into her bright blue ones.

"I'd never lie to you about that, Harls, you're so bloody beautiful, it kinda makes my eyes hurt."