Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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"What on earth?"

Bill entered the flat to find Harley upside down on the sofa, her legs in the air and her head on the floor with bacon hanging from her lips. He tossed his jacket onto the armchair and leaned on the sofa staring down at the mad woman.

"Darling, what are you doing?" He asked her as she slowly began to consumed the rasher of bacon that hung out of her mouth.

"I tried to starts planning, then I realised I don't know where I should start and then, well, bacon happened." Harley replied, tasing her hands up and making pinching motions.

Bill slithered his arms beneath her back and gently pulled her up so that she was sat on the back of the sofa with her legs around his waist. "Harls, you start where you want to. Simples."

"It's not that simple, idiot, because I have no idea what I am doing. I've never been to a wedding so I don't exactly know what the hell to expect!"

"You've never been to a wedding?"

"Nope."

"Well shit. That's not very helpful. But at the same time it is. It means you can have it however you want us to have it and not worry about what is tradition and what isn't."

Harley grinned, "can our first dance be a sort of Irish jig?"

"If you want it to be."

"Yay! I'm going to see your mum tomorrow and see if she can help—"

Bill's eyes widened so roundly and he gnawed on his bottom lip in doubt, "are you sure you want to do that? Only, my mum loves to kind of obsess; wedding fever, love, and lots of it." He told Harley.

"And that is exactly what I need! If anyone can help me it'll be her, and Uncle Lyall, I want his help as well. Trust me, Will, I'll actually get something done if I had someone to shove me. Like you got the ball rolling, now I just need the extra push in certain directions and then I'll report back to you and we can make the final decisions."

"Okay, Harls, if you're sure... Is there anymore of that bacon?"

* * *

Paper was everywhere. Absolutely everywhere! The dining table at the Burrow was now hidden under a pile of parchment, newspapers, fabrics and magazines. Molly, Lyall and Harley were sat in the living room which was only metres from the table and they took and a pile of mess around them.

Harley listened to the stories of Molly and Arthur's wedding, the cake was Victoria sponge with delicate white icing and some orange flowers decorating it, Molly made it herself with the help of little Bill who would hell by licking the bowl clean. Little Charlie helped Arthur choose the music and would scream in tears when he didn't like the tune and clapping gleefully when he liked one. They married when Molly was four months pregnant with Percy and she could not describe it better than "oh, it was magical! Forget being a witch, I was a princess for the day!" Molly had gushed as she dug out the photo album that documented it. Apparently her dear half-blood friend, Erica, was a whizz at photography and kindly took the photos for them. Their first dance was a slow song by a famous witch and wizard duo and despite the pair having two left feet, they managed to dance happily and not stand on each other. Lyall added the additional comment of how lovely the pair looked.

Hope and Lyall's wedding was just a magical. Harley closed her eyes to imagine her aunt and uncles happy day. Her aunt wore a beautiful, glowing white dress with little ivory patterns embroidered on it and Lyall wore a dashing pair of dress robes. They had tables covered in little bluebells and Hope had one in her curled hair, Lyall's tie matched the soft coloured blue. Remus was not born at the time of their wedding but Harley was assured that nine months later and they were cradling her cousin. This made her laugh. Apparently their first dance was to a popular muggle band's song and that it was the biggest muggle and wizarding event that Lyall had been to at the time. Harley's parents attended and her father was even Lyall's best man, he gave a cracking speech. It seemed clear that this was the pre-alcoholic stage of their life.

"Uncle Lyall, will you give me away?" Harley asked immediately after the story finished.

Lyall was taken back. He didn't expect for Harley to ask him, despite hoping so. A smile rose onto his lips and his cheeks tainted pink, "oh, my dear, I'd be honoured!" He cried and flung open his arms.

Harley cuddled her uncle tightly and rested her head on his shoulder, "thank you," she said.

"Would you like me to bake the cake? It's been a while since I've done a large batch of baking, I can make tasters for you and Bill with different flavours and you can decide."

"That would be amazing, Molly, thank you."

"What kind of dress are you hoping for?" Lyall asked his niece.

Harley shrugged, "I dunno, I'm not sure on what type of wedding dresses there are but I'm not fussed, if it's comfortable and I don't look like a tit, I'm down."

"Expensive?"

"Preferably not."

"Okay, well, there are mermaid, puffy, flowy, ball gown, merengue, tight, short, long, you name it there's probably one. Are you going for white?"

Harley blinked slowly, she had no idea what Molly had just listed except for the last question. Mermaid? Merengue? What? She assumed not all of them are actually called those but she wouldn't have a clue.

"I don't know."

"You don't know much do you, darling."

"No I do not. That's why I am asking you guys for help, Uncle Lyall."

"You came to the right place then, sweetheart," smiled Molly.

"Yeah, Molly and Lyall's Wedding boutique is officially open for business!"