Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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"Welcome to the Burrow!" Exclaimed Bill as they landed outside of the large house that clearly was held up by magic otherwise it looked as if it would fall over from the different extensions. HIs fingers were intertwined with Harley's as he led her up the dirt path towards the door. "It's not much, but it's home."

"It's lovely." She smiled, "Very homely."

Bill laughed heartily as he pushed open the front door, pulling both his belongings and Harley with him, shutting the cold out behind him. Chatter could be heard from all different angles, above and beside the couple as they wandered into the living room. "Bill! Harley!" Greeted Molly, pulling the pair into a tight hug, "Oh how wonderful it is for you to join us, dear." She smiled at the woman. 

"Thank you for having me," Harley replied as the pair were released. Molly ushered the pair off as she returned to the kitchen cooking a feast for Christmas Eve. Bill led Harley up the stairs to his and Charlie's old bedroom which they would be staying in for the holidays, with Charlie, of course. Bill noted how that his mother had transfigured a third bed for Harley to sleep in which was squeezed between both his and Charlie's beds with gaps in between them so that they could climb into them. With a flick of his wand, the middle bed moved next to Bill's creating one large bed, rather than just two single beds. "Why'd you do that?"

"Because I still want my night cuddles." Bill started dropping his bag onto the floor and kicking it beneath the bed, Harley copying his actions. 

"Yeah, but won't that be awkward for Charlie?" 

Bill shrugged, "If he doesn't like it, he can go sleep elsewhere."

"You can't kick him out of his own room, Bill, that's horrid," Harley stated sitting down on the edge of the bed, Bill standing in front of her his hands on her jaw. "Besides, it wouldn't hurt to go a few days without night cuddles."

"Are you saying you don't like cuddles?"

"No, I'm just saying that it could be very awkward for you brother to be sharing a room with his older brother cuddling his girlfriend in the night." 

Bill shook his head, dipping it slightly, "Then don't say anything at all." He muttered as his lips brushed hers, "It's not like we'll be naked or anything, but I wouldn't object if you were."

"Because Charlie would love to wake up and find us naked, wouldn't he? how would you feel if it was him and Nancy or Tonks?" The woman leaned away from her boyfriend with an expression of unamusement written on her face.

Bill's nose scrunched up as he fell down beside her, "I suppose you're right," He sighed, "But I will get some cuddles out of you these couple of weeks right?"

"Of course you will, just not as frequent because we are around other people." 

Charlie entered the room carrying in his bag just as the couple was pulling the two beds apart and placing their pyjamas on their pillows ready for when they needed them later that evening. "Afternoon, Barley Weapin." He nodded at the pair as he shoved his bag beneath his bed. "How is everyone?"

"Alright, Char, what is a Barley Weapin?" Bill replied as the younger Weasley hugged them both. 

"You two, Bill and Harley equal Barley, Weasley and Lupin equal Weapin," Charlie exclaimed, ruffling the woman's hair. "But it is nice to know that as the younger brother I have a higher IQ than you and that you, William, are dumb as fuck."

Bill glared at his younger brother who took that as a cue to run before chasing him out of the bedroom and down the stairs, through the dining room and out to the garden, Harley walking leisurely behind them laughing. Except, the blonde didn't follow them outside, instead, she joined Ginny at the dining table. "Hello." Ginny greeted smiling, "How have you been?"

"I've been good Ginny, yourself? I hope school is being better this year than last." 

Ginny nodded, "It has, despite the whole Sirius Black situation, school has been great! I have made some new friends and they are so fun, though, Ron's friends are better, don't tell him I said that." She whispered the last part so that nobody else could hear her. 

"Well, that's brilliant, I'm sure, however, your friends are just as good. You might just need to give it some more time, you did have a little rough patch last year, which I don't doubt you have come back from. Just go with the flow and everything will be okay." Harley told the young girl who was reading a quidditch magazine. "Are you interested in joining the team?"

Ginny nodded sheepishly, "Don't tell anyone! There aren't any available spaces yet anyway, but I sometimes borrow the boys' brooms during the night and go for a little fly around the garden. I'd quite like to be a chaser." The way that the girl smiled whilst talking about the sport made Harley's heart melt. She didn't understand as to why she couldn't tell anyone about her love for the sport, it wasn't as if the family were against it, four of their children have already/ are already on the team. She didn't question it, however, she just let Ginny ramble on about the sport until she went off topic and onto Harry Potter. 

"Did you know he is an excellent player? Very brave too, he always sticks up for Ron against  Draco Malfoy, a foul git he is. And his hair is always messy, I like it like that. I think it suits him a lot, I like his glasses too, they're quite nice. I suppose all of him is nice, well, except his clothing choices. I don't think he chooses his clothes, they're very big on him, I think they're his cousins. Now, I am all for hand-me-downs, I love them, Bill's jumpers are always so warm, but his cousins are atrocious, ghastly, I tell you. I think his cousin needs his eyes testing."

"It sounds as if you like Harry a lot there, Ginny." Harley commented causing the young girl to blush but her eyes to go cold. 

"I do not." She stated, "He's just my brother's friend who is much nicer than Ron will ever be." Ginny stood up taking her magazine with her, running off up the stairs to where only Harley only could assume she was heading to her bedroom. 

"Trust us, Harley." Said two voices eitherside of the woman. "Ginny fancies the pants off of Potter."