Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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It hurt. It really bloody hurt. Harley woke up in the night, her stomach cramping much worse than it had done in her recent menstrual flush outs. She clutched her tummy, clenching her eyes closed, begging herself to go back to sleep and stop hurting but it was all against her.

Harley had rolled out of Bill's arms and to the the edge of the bed where she reached out to the glass of water she had brought to bed with her. Sipping it, she kept her eyes closed letting the coolness of the water trickle down her throat.

Laying flat on her back, Harley stared up at the ceiling her eyes tracing the outskirts of the ceiling. Bill rolled over, nuzzling into the pillow he was lying on, mumbling incoherently in his sleep.

It took a while but Harley managed to fall asleep again, the uncomfortable pain still raking her body.

The next morning, Bill woke up hanging off of the bed, at his own fault. He knew that because Harley was curled up on the far edge of her side of the bed. He went to cuddle her but stopped when he noticed something. Blood. There was blood on the sheet of the bed, only a small patch but it matched the own on her trousers.

Straight away he knew why she was bleeding, being fully away that she was on her period. Bill didn't act angrily, he stood up pushing away the duvet and gently woke her up. He pointed out the blood on the sheets and instantly, Harley began to continuously apologise.

Bill shook his head not saying anything. He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, he held her up, helping take all of her clothes off, and set her in the bath, where Harley brought her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around them.

"I'll be right back." He murmured, kissing her head and exiting the bathroom.

Bill took the sheets from the bed along with her dirty clothes and underwear and carried them downstairs, he placed them into the washing machine and left it to wash. He returned to Harley.

He picked up the shower head, turning it on and running it over his hand until he found the right temperature. Cupping his hands over her eyes, he dampened her hair. He massages some shampoo and conditioner one her hair was fully wet and then washed it out. Taking a sponge and body wash, He carefully washed her body stopping when it got to her private area and her breasts.

"Uh? Do you want to do this yourself?" He asked quietly, "I don't mind doing it but whatever makes you comfortable."

"I can do it." Harley whispered she quickly washed the areas Bill didn't and put the sponge on the side of the bath.

Harley didn't know why Bill helped her to wash but it was sweet. She felt incredibly awful and embarrassed, she had a pad on, it must have moved in the night. She didn't want to think how Bill was feeling.

He lifted her out do the bath and carefully dried her body. He wrapped the towel around her and tied it so it would stay there before he carried her out do the bathroom. He set her down onto her feet before taking out some underwear and clothes. He then took a pad from the drawer where she hid them beneath a her underwear and went to put it on but failed.

Harley took it from him putting the pad in her underwear, slipping her knickers on and putting her bra on. She put the clothes Bill and got out for her on and Bill used a charm to dry her hair.

Sitting on the bed, Harley was pulled to sit in front of Bill and he ran a brush through her hair.

All of this time he still handy spoke more than thirty words to her, and the same for her.

"Thank you." Harley said. "I'm sorry again."

"Don't apologise. It's natural for a women. So what if you got it somewhere? I'm not going to be disgusted and angry, any guy that does that is a piece of shit. Any time that it happens I will do the same that I did today. I will wake you up, take you to the bathroom, then put the sheet in the wash with your clothes. I will look after you and I will make you breakfast, like I will in a minute, I will get you some hot chocolate because I know you prefer that when you don't feel great, and I will carry you as much as I want because I love you and don't like it when you feel horrible." Bill told her, lifting her back into his arms and carrying her downstairs to the sofa.

He set her on the sofa, giving her a pillow to cuddle and draping a blanket over her. Kissing her on the cheek, he left to the kitchen where he made some toast and hot chocolate.

Mid way of her enjoying her breakfast, Harley smiled at Bill. "Thank you, Will."

"You're very welcome, Harls. Tonight I'll give you a hot water bottle before bed and give you extra snuggles."

"Mr Cuddle-Meister, is back in the room." She grinned, giggling.

"You bet he is and after breakfast and before work I'm going to give you a very big cuddle." Bill grinned stretching his arms out widely.

"What is the time, anyway?"

"Half five."

"I'm sorry for waking you up."

Bill sniggered, "you didn't. I was hanging off of the bed, I blame my dream of going down a water slide. Don't always assume you are at fault."

"Okay. Sorry."

"And stop apologising."

"Sor-"

"Harley..."