Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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"Remus and Belle are moving in with Uncle Lyall." Said Harley reading her letter from Lyall one afternoon after returning home from work. Bill had the day off and decided to visit his mother for the day.

"That's great, love." He told her as he tinkered about in the kitchen, reading over Harley's recipe book. Bill wanted to cook for her that evening but made sure he was following her recipe to the exact gram.

Harley glanced up from the letter and over her shoulder to see Bill running a hand through his pony tail and leaning on the counter, reading the book carefully. She smiled at the sight of him intricately placing weighed out ingredients in dishes and placing certain dishes in the oven and setting timers.

"You can come relax now." She said to him.

"I don't want to mess up." Said Bill, peering over at her.

"You won't. You have the timers, Bill, you'll be fine."

Bill gave in and wandered over to the sofa lifting up Harley's legs and sitting down, laying them on his lap. He played with her legs, running his hands over them and she continued to read the letter.

"Harls, do you know what tomorrow is?" He asked her out of the blue.

Harley looked up, leaning and placing the letter on the coffee table before swinging her legs around so that she could cuddle into Bill's side. "How could I not? Remind me again." She joked but Bill still did so.

"It will be a exactly a year since we got together. Our one year anniversary." He smiled twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers. "And what a year it has been!"

"It's gone so quickly."

"Hasn't it just? I can't wait for the year to come. It'll be amazing, I can already tell." Bill kissed Harley's temple, rubbing her shoulder gently. "You have a knot in your shoulder." He said and adjusted Harley so that she was sat facing the kitchen with him behind her, massaging the knot in her shoulders.

Harley let our pleasure-filled groans as it felt so good. Her head lulled back and Bill used his thumbs to swipe away her tank top strap and bra straps before kissing where they once laid.

"This...brings...back...memories of...a year ago..."Mumbled Harley head head still falling back as her eyes stayed closed. "It feels so good."

"I don't doubt that. Your body is so tense and knot-filled." He muttered against her bare shoulders. "You work too hard."

"But I enjoy work and I get a good wage too."

Bill pressed a little harder into her shoulder blades making Harley gasp in shock. He laughed close to her skin, goosebumps forming as his breath tickled her. "Are you feeling better?"

Harley nodded and he stopped. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, love, maybe you can return the favour tomorrow?" He said suggestively. Harley didn't respond as one of the timers went off, Bill standing up to check on the food.

She fell back onto the sofa, closing her eyes as her head buried into a cushion. She could he Bill talking to her but his words were not coherent as she slowly fell asleep feeling relaxed.

After adding what he needed to add to parts of the cooking, Bill turned back to Harley and found her asleep. If there was anything that he would have to compete with for her love, would be sleep. Harley could sleep for England and still want more. He covered her in a blanket sitting on an armchair letting her sleep until dinner.

However, after dinner and a shower, Harley ended up in bed asleep again. Bill showered and climbed into bed beside his girlfriend who was entangled in the sheets, her chest rising and falling slowly as she slept.

He was so thankful that the dinner had gone to plan and that neither one of the had wound up with food poisoning. Harley had told him it was wonderful and the best he had cooked so far, suggesting that once a week he should cook, so that he could try and improve. He found it rather flattering to hear her compliment him and definitely boosted his ego.

Bill pulled her gently by the waist closer to him and buried his head into her back. Harley, upon feeling his presence, rolled over and snuggle into Bill. "Sleep,"she mumbled, "Do it...sleep good...awake bad!" Bill sighed and closed his eyes feeling her lips press onto his. "Good William." 

"So bloody weird."

"Shh! This is a library."

"No it's not."

"Why are you talking about snot when you can sleep. Sleep good. Awake bad." She muttered again. "How many more times do I have to tell you?"

"Do we have to sleep? Why can't we do anything else?" Bill whined, "I'm not tired."

"What else do you suggest?" Harley opened her eyes groggily, a yawn escaping her lips.

"Pillow fort?"

"Can we sleep in it afterwards?"

Bill nodded, "yes, love, yes we can."

Climbing out of bed, Harley collected more pillows and blankets from the cupboard next to the spare room and dumped them on the floor. Bill began to tie blankets around their bed, Harley copying his actions from the other side.
Bill did the end of the bed whisky Harley used the pillows to make the bed more comfortable than it already was.

Finishing up, they collapsed onto the bed curling up in each other's arms. "Are you tired now?" Asked Harley.

Bill yawned, "very."

"Good-"

"Shush, love, sleep good, awake bad."

"Why you-"