Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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Sirius' stay was short lived and it was now time to bid him farewell. Bill gave the man a quick hug and a "good luck," handing him some money which he tried to refuse but Bill was persistent and Sirius finally gave in taking the money.

It was now Harley's turn and she couldn't hold in her tears as she embraced Sirius in her arms. Sirius also started to cry as he held the young woman. "Stay safe, don't intentionally do anything stupid. I say 'intentionally' because trouble always finds you even when you don't want it. Make sure you eat as much as you can and when you can get word to either myself, Bill or Remus, just so we know you're okay." She told him like a mother letting their child go out for the day for the first time ever.

Sirius chuckled lowly, nodding his head, "I'll try my best, little one. Thank you for letting me stay, eat your food and use your shower. I owe you, Harley, sweetheart."

"No, you don't, Sirius. You don't owe me anything but a promise that you'll be okay."

Sirius sighed, "I wish I could promise that but I'm on the run from the ministry and muggle police, I'm kind of an innocent, but still found guilty, mass-murderer."

"I know," Said Harley, melancholily, "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Sirius kissed her head and let go of Harley, as much as he didn't want to. The girl brought him a sense of comfort and cheered him up which was what he needed.

With a nod of his head to Bill, Sirius placed the money in a pouch he wore around his neck and transformed into his big black dog form.

He wagged his tail before running off into the night, his dark coat masking him in the darkness that was over Egypt.

"He'll be okay, Harls, he's Sirius freaking Black," Bill told Harley as he replaced her up in his arms, the cold air had nipped at her arms causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

"I hope you're right, Will."

* * *

It was nearing Christmas and Harley hadn't heard a thing from Sirius. Each day she would check the post and see nothing if the sort, a few letters from Remus, a few from Lyall, some even from Belle but nothing from Sirius.

Bill hated to see his girlfriend sigh in defeat when she didn't receive any word from Sirius, she hadn't even heard anything from Remus to say that he had heard anything. It was beginning to aggravate her and Bill couldn't do anything but hug her to calm her down.

"I'm sure he's fine," Bill stated running his fingers across Harley's shoulder blades and began to massage her shoulders. They had been working in an old house today and Harley had killed a muscle in her shoulders when a box fell on her and she lifted it up to find it was, literally, filled with bricks.

Bill had noticed the pain she was feeling and offered to massage it for her to try and ease the tension. So now she was laying face down on the bed, bare torso whilst Bill rubbed her shoulders.

"I know, but I can't help but think the worst. I haven't heard from him!" Exclaimed Harley. "Not one word! It's beginning to grate on me."

Bill knew there was no way of him getting what Harley wanted but he did know a way to cheer her up, or at least relax her.

"Go wrap up warm and meet me in the garden in fifteen minutes maximum," Bill told Harley who doesn't question him even though she probably should have.

Once wrapped up Harley joined Bill in the garden to find him with a bag of marshmallows, some sticks and a roaring fire, a wide grin on his face. "Will this calm and relax you, love?"

"I suppose so," Harley replied, Bill sat down and sat Harley on his knee. 

"I'll take that." Said Bill handing her a stick with a marshmallow on it. 

The two spent a few hours or so in the garden, later joined by Asa and Dylan who had climbed, very inelegantly, over the garden fence. Bill later cracked out the firewhisky and the three men were now rather drunk and very flirtatious. 

Asa and Dylan were on top of each other saying what they like about each other. Kissing between each thing they said. 

Whereas Bill was another story. 

He had stood up and gone to the toilet and when he returned he began to chat Harley up. 

"Dammnn," he muttered glancing at the gorgeous blonde woman who was sat on a chair by the fire which was at the bottom of the garden. He swaggered up to her, running a hand through his hair nervously and when he got to her and she smiled up at him he blushed. 

"You alright?" She asked him rather confused because of the look he was giving her. 

Bill nodded, "I...I think you're beautiful."

Harley felt her cheeks heat up despite the number of times he had told her. "Thanks." She replied. 

Bill stood quietly for a few moments and looked back at Asa and Dylan who were in the middle of a snogging session. "Umm, I don't really know how to do this," Drunk Bill said to Harley, "But, my brother always suggested this so here goes, 'is that a mirror in your pocket?"

"No?" Harley chuckled awkwardly. What was going on?!

" 'Cause damn I can see myself in those pants!" Bill finished, his face still glowing red. 

Harley shook her head amused and stood up, "Right, you're very drunk mister." The fire was already dying out when she dragged Bill away from it and told Asa and Dylan that they were welcome to the spare room but they were off to bed. Not that the two men heard her. 

Bill smirked as Harley lead him to the bedroom and shoved him down on the bed. "You're a bit forward aren't you?"

Harley rolled her eyes and neither of them bothered about changing before snuggling up under the covers. As soon as Bill shut his eyes he was out like a light leaving Harley to try and fall to sleep. 

"Whatever brother gave you that pick up line is a bloody idiot, definitely Charlie!"