Right where you belong - Bill Weasley x Reader

Summary: You and Bill have been friends since your second year at Hogwarts. Little did you know that he had been secretly crushing for you for quite awhile now. With the arrival of his brother Charlie and your closeness to Barnaby, Bill starts being jealous. His jealousy however will make things between you very difficult.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Female!Ravenclaw!Reader

Warning:swearing, also it’s quite long, a big angst maybe?

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***

It was another unproductive day and you were definitely tired, both physically and mentally. You were searching again the Forbidden Forest with Charlie and Barnaby, however, you found nothing. You didn’t lose hope, that would never happen, but you were certainly starting to be tired.

Since you arrived at Hogwarts you have been looking for the Cursed Vaults, and therefore your brother, almost instantly and you never really stopped. This search of yours had took away from you the light and frivolous aspect of the life at Hogwarts. All you had done was looking for the Vaults. You would never have back your youth and those years back.

However, if there was anything positive from this mission of yours, that was certainly your friends. In fact, you were tremendously lucky to have them, for they made those years the best of your life. Yes, finding the Vaults and breaking the curse was difficult and painful, but with your friends by your side, you never felt happier. All of them meant the world to you and you could not live without them.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Charlie’s voice brought you back to reality. You didn’t realize that someone was talking to you, you simply zoned out.

“Ugh, I’m sorry Charlie, I guess I’m just tired. What were you saying?”

Charlie smiled warmly at you, “Nothing important, really. Just that we will go back again and try harder.”

You nodded, a sad smile on your face. You were glad that Charlie was ready to help you again, but honestly you were starting to think that the Forbidden Forest was a dead end. Barnaby must have guessed because he put a hand on your sholder and grinned at you, “we can do it” he said. Seriously, what would you do without your friends?

After this, you went back to the Ravenclaw’s common room where Tulip and Rowan were waiting for you. The latter, noticing your mood, quickly deduced that the search did not go well and greeted you with a small smile.

“Hello girls” you said to them before sitting on the sofa.

“Any news?” Rowan asked. You shook your head, groaning a bit.

“Don’t lose hope, Y/N Y/L/N. We can go to your brother’s room tomorrow and look for clues again.” You nodded. Tulip was right, there was no time for losing hope.

“How was the Forbidden Forest?”

You looked at Rowan and shrugged, “Dark, silent and creepy. Lucky for us there weren’t dangerous creatures. Although I’m sure Charlie and Barnaby would have liked that.”

Tulip and Rowan exchanged a knowing look between them. You noticed and, to be fair, you didn’t like it.

“What?” you asked.

Rowan was definitely hesitant but Tulip didn’t have any problem in blurting out what was going on.

“Apparently, Bill Weasley was not in his happiest mood today.”

“Tulip!” shouted Rowan.

Tulip laughed and kept looking at you like she knew something and she was not going to tell you any time soon.

“I think I don’t understand” was your blunt reply. Maybe it was because you were tired, or maybe because you really were clueless, but you didn’t get why Bill’s mood was connected to your trip to the Forbidden Forest.

“You really are dumb for a Ravenclaw” was Tulip’s lovely comment. You decided not to reply and to go straight to bed.

***

The next morning, your little conversation with your fellow Ravenclaw friends was forgotten. You had slept like a baby and all your energies were restored. You weren’t thinking about Bill until you met him in the Great Hall and greeted him with your best and warmest smile. Bill has always had a special place in your heart. The first time you met him, you were taken aback, he certainly was handsome, but it was his charming personality that got you. He soon became one of your best friend, always there where you needed him. Spending so much time with him also caused some problems, since Rowan was a bit jealous of you. That had been a really awful week.

However, you could now understand what Rowan felt, since you did it as well when Bill asked you to help him with his crush. You never hated the taste of Butterbeer like that day. It went down your throat like poison, and all you wanted to do was throwing up. You had put away that feeling quite soon since you were busy breaking a curse. Nonetheless, thinking about that day still made your stomach clench. You never understood why. A new feeling was striking you now. In fact, your head was spinning and throbbing. Only one question was there: why?

Bill didn’t even look at you when you said hi to him. He just walked and ignored you. It was like being punched directly to the stomach. You were trying so hard to understand why when you remembered last night conversation. It surely couldn’t be what you were thinking, but could have been possible that, maybe, Bill was sad and upset because you chose Barnaby over him? At the time, that choice made perfectly sense since Barnaby was, together with Charlie, one of the most passionate students of Care of Magical Creatures. Maybe Bill saw that as a betrayal. You didn’t know what to do, so you simply joined Tulip and Rowan at your table.

“Morning, Y/N Y/L/N” said Tulip.

Rowan saw your face and immediately knew that something was wrong, “Is everything okay? You look pale”.

“It’s Bill, he’s… I don’t…” you didn’t know what to say, simply because you didn’t know what was going on.

Rowan raised an eyebrow, “What about him?”

Tulip snorted, “You know fully well, Rowan Khanna, cut the act”.

“What??” oh my if you were annoyed.

Rowan looked down, but after the third time that you coldy called her name, she looked at you and sighed, “look Y/N” she started, “I don’t know what is going on…” you started to protest but she raised her hand to stop you, “but I guessed. I mean, the whole school but you probably guessed.”

You were even more annoyed, what the hell was she talking about? You decided that it was just a waste of time trying to spill the truth out of Tulip’s and Rowan’s mouth, so you stood up and decided to do one thing: to go and deal with the source of the problem.

You quickly found your way to the Gryffindor’s table and walked towards Bill. He turned around when you were almost there, probably feeling you approaching. It always amazed you how well Bill was able to detect your presence. It was pointless denying it, every time his eyes landed on you, your heart skipped a beat.

“Bill, I need to talk to you” you announced.

He looked at you and he was about to tell you something before noticing Charlie, now standing at your side, his hand on you shoulder and a warm smile on his face.

“Good morning Y/N, are you feeling okay? Me and Barnaby were a bit worried about yesterday” he said. Bill’s face hardened.

You looked between the two brothers and decided to reply to Charlie, so that he could leave you and Bill alone. However, Bill stood up and left.

***

It had been nearly two weeks since that day in the Great Hall when you tried to talk to Bill. Since then, he tried to avoid you in every way and, if you were lucky enough to talk to him, he was different. His sweetness was gone, he never smiled at you and everytime he caught you with someone else, mostly Barnaby or Charlie, he was as cold as ice.

You were heartbroken, there was no other way to put it. Yes, you two were just friends, but not talking to him anymore, not being able to see his soft smile and kind eyes, to hear his voice or to be held in his arms, all of it was crushing you. You even stopped looking for the Vaults, and attending class became harder than you thought. You didn’t know why Bill was behaving in that way, you just wanted your friend back. Charlie became the only source of happiness during those weeks. Apparently, Bill was giving the cold shoulder to him too, much to Charlie’s surprise.

“Maybe I’ve done something wrong” you muttered. “Maybe I deserve it”.

“Oh don’t be silly! I don’t know what is going on in my brother’s head but I’m sure it’s not your fault”.

Charlie was always amazing with words, he could cheer you up in no time. You were so lucky to have him by your side. Charlie hugged you tightly, trying to show you that he was right there, next to you and that everything was going to be okay. With your head pillowed on his shoulder, you noticed Bill coming from the training grounds with Emily next to him; they were talking and laughing. Then his laughter stopped when he noticed you and Charlie. He barely looked at you and just walked away. You started crying. You were not sure how you were feeling right now. You were shaking so hard but you weren’t just sad, no you were furious. You felt a rage coming deep from your stomach, a fire you have hardly experienced in the past. The sight of him laughing with Emily was all it took for you to burst out. What was she doing with him? Most importantly, what was hedoing with her, after all the horrible things she said? You suddenly rose from your seat and followed Bill. Charlie tried to stop you, but you were unstoppable.

“Bill Weasley!” you shouted. All the people in the courtyard stopped talking and turned their heads to look at you. You were marching towards him, a fury in your eyes.

“I don’t have time for-“

“Shut up! Now you shut your mouth and listen to me!”

Bill was taken aback from your tone and he didn’t dare to speak again. Never had he seen you this angry. In the meantime, Charlie and your other friends stopped just behind you.

“Now you tell me what the hell is wrong with you! First you stop talking to me, then to your brother and to our friends and what? You hang out with that rat!” You doubted that your mouth could be stopped right now. You didn’t care about hurting him, or making a scene in front of everyone. You experienced enough.

“Don’t you call her a rat!”

Oh great, now he was defending her. Splendid! It was like a knife stabbed you in the heart. Somehow, realising that Bill could care more about Emily than you, made you want to die. Why was your heart hurting so much?

“You’re right. Calling her a rat is an offence for those poor animals. She’s far worse” you spitted through your teeth. Emily stepped forward, probably tired of being called names. Not that you cared, anyway.

“Listen, you little insect, it’s not my fault if Bill prefers me over an ugly brat like yo-“

“Flipendo!”You cast the spell without letting her finish. She should be glad that you didn’t use a worse spell that could have damaged her more. In fact, you were being too nice. As soon as you attacked, Charlie and Penny came and tried to stop you from knocking Bill out too. You weren’t much known for your calm.

“Are you mad?!”That was Bill’s voice.

“What? Do you want to join your girlfriend?!” you shouted at him while Charlie was holding you by your waist.

“You’re crazy!” he replied back before kneeling down to Emily and trying to help her.

The only thing your mind could register was that he didn’t deny it. He didn’t. So it was true, Bill was with someone else. It wasn’t you the one to make his heart beat faster, smile bigger and laugh louder. It wasn’t you.

If your heart wasn’t already broken, it surely would be shattered and destroyed right now. All you could feel was an aching emptiness where your heart should have been.

It wasn’t you. You were not the first person Bill would think about in the morning, the one that he would always protect. It wasn’t you.

He didn’t love you.

Why was this thought so painful? You two were just friends, right? Why was the idea of him dating someone else, not just Emily but any other person but you, so damn hard to accept? Why did you care about Bill’s love life? It hit you like cold water in the face. You loved him. You always did. But he didn’t love you back. You were as still as a statue, you couldn’t hear any sound. Suddenly, you took a step forward, Charlie and Penny were watching you closely, ready to stop you if needed.

“I hate you” you whispered softly. Nonetheless, Bill heard you. He turned his head around so fast you could swear you heard his neck crack. His eyes were opened wide, disbelief written all over his face.

“I hate you, Bill Weasley” you repeated louder.

You turned around without waiting for a reply. You didn’t register Charlie’s shouts, nor Professor Snape taking 20 points from Ravenclaw, or the tears rolling down your cheeks. The only thing you could feel was the aching emptiness inside your chest.

***

After the courtyard incident, you locked yourself up in your room. You skipped all the lessons, for which Professor Flitwick was not happy about. You refused to go out and eat; it was Rowan who brought you food. She was the only one allowed to enter your room and the only person you spoke to. Probably because she also had to deal with a broken heart and unrequited love for Bill Weasley. She could understand you. Of course, she tried to convince you to attend class or to go and spend some time with the others. But you were firm in your decision. Truth be told, you didn’t even have the energy to stand up. The difference between you and Rowan was that what the latter felt for Bill was just a simple crush, while you were in love with him. The only time you got out of your room was during the night when you went to the duelling class. Nobody but Rowan knew this. You found yourself spending the entire night there, trying to fix your broken heart by knocking down some manikin. Also, it was good for your anger.

You were in the middle of some heavy duelling against the wall when you heard the door open. You froze.

“Y/N?”

Oh, so Rowan betrayed you at last. Otherwise, how could Bill know where you were? You weren’t angry, not really. You knew that Rowan was only trying to help.

Bill called you again but you refused to speak, trying to find a quick and painless way to go out of the room.

“Can we talk?”

You sighed and closed your eyes. After all this time, now he wanted to talk?

“It’s too late now, isn’t it?” your voice was flat, emotionless. The truth was, inside you were a tornado of emotions.

Bill made a step forward, “can you turn around?” he asked.

He sounded sad, apologetic. You wanted to cry. At last, you did as he asked you. You surely were not a coward.

When you met his eyes, you felt the ground swallowing you. You hadn’t seen that look in nearly a month, you realized just now how much you actually missed it. Looking at him now, his long red hair, his freckles and his soft blue eyes, was like breathing again. You never stopped loving him, not even once. And that was why you had to go away.

“Look Bill, I’m sorry about the other d-“

“Did you mean it?” he blurted out quickly. At your confused face, he said “the other day, when you said you hate me, did you mean it?”

He sounded so… heartbroken. Just like you. Why was he sad? He was the one who stopped talking to you, started ignoring you and treating you like you two weren’t even friends. He was the one who hated you.

“Does it matter?” was all you could ask in return.

“Yes it does. It bloody does.”

“Why?” You weren’t sure where this conversation was heading to, but you couldn’t walk away even if you wanted to. Thing is, you didn’t.

“Because you’re my friend! My best friend!” he shouted at you.

You scoffed and took a step forward, your anger was slowly coming back. “Oh yeah? We’re friends? Because last time I checked, friends don’t ignore each other and don’t treat each other how you treated me! So tell me Bill, are we really friends?” This time it was your voice that was as cold as ice.

Bill flinched and looked down. He knew, of course he did, that he had been the worst jerk ever to you. In fact, he didn’t know if he deserved your forgiveness at all. The truth was, seeing you spending so much time with his brother and Barnaby made him scared and jealous.

“I was jealous” he started, “we were always together, so when you started hanging out with Charlie and Barnaby… look it isn’t an excuse, I’m still the worst friend ever lived, and I’m sorry, but I was jealous. Seeing you with them and not with me… it made me go crazy. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but… Y/N, I love you, I’m sorry I screwed up.”

You couldn’t breathe. Did you hear correctly? Did Bill Weasly really said that he loved you? He was jealous, all this time, he was just jealous because he loved you. As if a switch was turned on in your brain, you raised your hand, the one that hold the wand, and knocked Bill on the ground.

“You bastard! You absolute bastard! Couldn’t you just tell me?” You cast another spell, this time Bill was ready to stop any attack. He wasn’t expecting this reaction. “I thought you hated me! And what? You were just jealous? Do you realize how hurt I was!?”

You started attacking him with more serious spells, you were out of control. All that pain, all those tears, for what? For nothing! Because he didn’t hate you, in fact, it was quite the opposite.

“You broke my heart!” You shouted through tears. You were facing him now, only few inches separating you. You looked at him in the eyes before saying, “you broke me, Bill Weasley, and all I ever did was love you since the day I’ve met you.”

There was silence after that. You didn’t even know how you were capable of standing so still when you could feel yourself shaking. Suddenly, you felt Bill’s arms around you and his sweet voice right in your ear, “I’m sorry. Y/N, I love you.”

You looked at him and smiled through your tears and that’s when you felt his lips touching yours. You never felt happier and whole in your life. Suddenly the hole in your chest disappeared and your heart started beating again, because you were right where you belonged.

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A Bad Case of Dragon Pox

Pairing:Bill Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings:Being sick. 

Series:Part of my Touches to the Heart series! It is based on “Ten Wordless Ways to Say I Love You.” 

Summary:In which, Bill Weasley takes care of you when you suffer from a bad case of dragon pox. (Trope: Sick Days) 

Being sick was the absolute worst.

You were one of the lucky people in the world who rarely got sick. Your childhood hadn’t been plagued with too many illnesses. The Weasley family was quite the opposite. With seven children, illness was common and unusually rampant. You had been dating Bill Weasley, the oldest of the Weasley flock, for all of sixth year before he nervously invited you over to the Burrow for the summer. You accepted immediately, loving how Bill described his home in the warmest of manners, the love for his brothers and sisters flowing from his lips without him even noticing. 

Unfortunately, said brothers and sisters had given you dragon pox. 

On the bright side, dragon pox was an easily treated ailment as of now. Mrs. Weasley had apologized profusely when you had contracted the spotted sickness from Bill’s ten year old twin brothers. You shook your head, though the throbbing headache made it hard. She had cleared a room for you insisting you lay there till she finished brewing the potion in a few days time. 

Surprisingly enough, Bill Weasley did well with the sick. Being the elder brother of six he’d seen his fair share of illnesses and nurtured to the sick a numerous amount of times. Bill Weasley was immune to dragon pox having had it when he was a boy so being the kind man he was, stayed by your bedside attentively. 

“Checkmate.” he announced, proudly. 

You groaned, blowing your nose and throwing the tissue into the trash. “I hate you.” you mumble. “I’m over here dying and you’re bragging about winning a chess game to a dying woman?” 

He scoffed, “You, are overdramatic. You’re not dying. Just slowly suffering.” 

You chuckle, giving a slight cough along with it. Bill passes you the cup of water on the bedside table, helping you take a sip carefully. “How about we do something more fun?” you raise your eyebrow at him playfully. 

Bill smirks, “The words you’re saying are insinuating something vastly different than what I think you mean.” 

A laugh leaves your lips as you throw a pillow at him. “You tosser! I meant can you tell me a story. You know you tell the best ones.” 

He sighed dramatically. “I suppose I can tell one interesting tale.” 

“Please?” you beg.

“Anything for you, my love.” he smiled, lounging back in the chair beside your bed. “Once upon a time there was a lonely bard who sang ballads of adventures in a crackity old tavern that resided off the cliffside of Mount Sampson.” 

Bill’s stories wove their way into your imagination. The bard bellowed his songs as he traveled with the brave hero up the mountain to fight the evil emperor. Bill always had a way with words. His voice animated itself with calm, peaceful undertones that lulled your mind to a heavy sleep. 

The last thing you remembered before falling under were warm lips pressing against your temple. “Goodnight, my love.” was whispered and sheets tucked as you fell asleep with a smile. 

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The next few days were spent with Bill. He was by your side most hours of the day, beating you in chess or telling you stories. When the rest of the Weasley’s went out to shop for school items, he stayed behind. At the time you hadn’t realized it either. It wasn’t until he came up with a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup that you noticed the odd silence in the house. 

You sat up, eagerly taking the soup. “Tell your mum I said thanks.” 

Bill’s jaw dropped dramatically as he watched you start on the soup. “I’m offended. Really. I made that soup all on my lonesome.” 

Your eyes bulged. “Seriously? I didn’t know you could cook.” 

He laughed. “Have you met my mother? I guess I should take it as a compliment that you mistook my soup for hers.” 

“Speaking of which.” you said, putting down the bowl of soup. “It’s so quiet.” 

“Ahh, that’s because my family all went out to buy school stuff. They’re picking up some things for you too.” 

You smile gratefully. “You won’t snitch on me if I leave my room?” 

He snickered, helping you up off the bed. “Of course not. No better time than now.” 

Making your way down the stairs was freeing. Being stuck in the room all week had made you stir crazy. All was peaceful at the Burrow for a rare moment. The birds chirped and sunlight poured through the open windows. You crashed on the couch with a wide smile, turning on the small radio. Turning the dial was a tricky thing as you searched for a station that wasn’t playing Celestina Warbeck. 

The deep strums of Muggle rock echoed through the speakers and Bill’s ears instantly perked up. You laughed, “Perform for me?” 

He proceeded with an eager nod and what a performance it was. Bill Weasley played an excellent air-made electric guitar and made wonderful impressions of a rocker’s high pitched chords. When he finished he was out of breath, sweaty, and slightly red at the sight of your laughs. 

“Well… did I do well?” he asked. 

“Beautiful.” you laugh, curling into his side as he slipped his arms around you. The Muggle rock bringing back some of the usual chaos that tended to reside in the Burrow. 

A perfect start to your sickly morning.

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Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Characters: Bill Weasley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- “I wouldn’t say this is the happiest moment of my life. Once I found £10 in my coat pocket and it was amazing.”

Word Count: 409

Author: Charlotte

For as long as Bill had known you, he knew that you were deeply in love with cats and desperately wanted to have one in your life. It hadn’t been in the cards for a while, but now that you had a safe environment to have a cat, he finally agreed to let you have a kitten. It was a joyous moment for you, and within the hour of him letting you know that you could get a kitten, you found one that you could adopt and had already filled in the paperwork. It took a short while to get all the paperwork sorted but the time came to where you could go and pick up your kitten and bring them home to their forever home.

In the meantime, you had filled the house with everything a kitten could ever want or need, to Bill’s dismay due to the amount of supplies you had bought. The two of you were on different ends of the spectrum of excitement for the kitten, but he was still happy for the sake of your happiness.

You went to collect the kitten, and excitedly brought them home where Bill had been waiting.

“This is your forever home,” you explained to the kitten who was still in the open carrier, given the opportunity to leave into the spare bedroom where they would settle in at first before being given free rein of the house. “And this is your adoptive father.”

You gestured to your boyfriend who didn’t seem nearly as excited about the small creature that now shared your home.

“I’m not referring to myself as its dad,” Bill stated.

You rolled your eyes at Bill.

“Don’t be a spoil sport,” you frowned, playfully. “Isn’t this the happiest moment of your life?”

Bill chuckled. “I wouldn’t say this is the happiest moment of my lie. Once I found a galleon in my coat pocket and it was amazing.”

You shot him a glare before turning back your attention to the kitten that was starting to find its way out of the carrier to explore its new home.

“Now don’t you worry,” you said to your new fur child. “He doesn’t really mean it, I’m sure that he will fall in love with you soon enough.”

Bill rested a hand on your back as he pulled you in closer to him for a hug.

“As long as the kitten makes you happy, then I’m happy.”

Illicit Affairs - Bill Weasley x Reader

A/N:Hey, guys! It’s been a few days (almost a week) since I posted. Here’s a little something I’ve been working on. I’m quite proud of it. The perfect amount of angst and fluff. Hope you guys enjoy! Click here to check out my other Bill x Reader fic, All Too Well.

Song:Illicit Affairs - Taylor Swift

Word Count:3,155

Warnings:Cheating, crying, mention of “shagging” (just the word used), kissing, saying goodbye, fluff, angst.

“Look,” He said softly, brushing the hair away from your face, tucking a strand behind your ear, “It's… complicated…”

You shook your head, “How is it complicated, Bill? I’m in love with you.”

“Kid…”

“Don’t call me kid!” You exclaimed, your whole body shaking as tears began spilling down your cheeks. Your fists were clenched by your sides as Bill wrapped his arms around you.

After debating whether or not to return the embrace, you felt yourself leaning into his chest as he stroked your hair. His button-up was stained with your tears, but you couldn’t care less. Clinging onto him, you allowed the tears to fall, not caring who saw or heard them. And Bill held you, shushing you softly, before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to bed.

Holding you in one arm, Bill pulled back your quilt, setting you down onto the mattress, pulling the fabric back up over you.

By the time your head hit the pillow, you were fast asleep, your chest rising steadily as you sunk into the sheets. Bill climbed into bed beside you, opting to stay above the covers, his hand sliding up and down your side until he was sure you wouldn’t wake up.

When you woke up a few hours later, you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Because deep down, you knew he was gone. You could feel it. The emptiness of your bed without him. Your heart ached for him to be back with you, so you did the only thing you knew how to do: you shut down. Burying your head into your pillow, you allowed your sobs to take control over you. But you kept your eyes closed. You knew that if you opened them, you’d see what was right in front of you: an empty space.

Bill walked up the steps of The Burrow, waving his wand and muttering “alohamora” to open the door. Once inside, he slipped out of his cloak, placing it in the closet by the living room. Slipping off his shoes, he made his way up the creaky steps to his room. But he seemed to have forgotten one important detail: he wasn’t alone.

Before he could even reach his room, Fred and George appeared before him, pretending to check an imaginary watch and shaking their heads.

“You’re late, Billy.” Fred said, placing his hands on his hips.

George snickered, “I didn’t think Fleur would be the type to keep you out all night.”

When Bill didn’t respond, Fred let out a gasp, “Unless…”

“You weren’t with Fleur.” George finished, casting a glance to his twin before shoving his older brother in his room.

Once the three Weasley’s were crammed inside Bill’s bedroom, the twins ushered their brother to the bed, forcing him to sit.

“Mind telling us what’s going on, Billy?” Fred asked, tapping his foot, “Fleur’s a very beautiful girl, what is she- one thirty-forth Veela?”

“No, Freddie, a quarter Veela.” George smirked, nudging his brother in the ribs.

Fred grinned, “Even better!”

Bill rolled his eyes, “Are you guys done yet?”

“Not until you tell us what’s going on.”

“Nothing’s going on,” The eldest Weasley hissed, “And if something were, it wouldn’t concern either of you.”

Fred raised his brows, “You see, Bill, it does. Because we know exactly what’s been happening. You can thank our newest invention for that. An extendable ear. Quite handy, if I do say so myself.”

Bill’s eyes widened, “What exactly do you know?”

“Oh, no, we’re keeping that to ourselves. No need for you to know.”

“None of your concern,” George quipped, earning a laugh from his brother.

“Tell me!” Bill screamed, his eyes filled with anger, “So help me Godric if you two don’t tell me what you know-”

Fred held his hands up, “Woah, woah, Billy, no need to be so hostile.”

“We’re not telling you anything until you ‘fess up. So go ahead and tell us about your little lady friend.”

He sighed, laying back on his bed, “You won’t give up, will you?”

“Nope,” They answered, sitting on the edge of his bed, “Go on, Billy, tell us.”

“It all started in my third year…”

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Year 2

Bill watched as you waved your wand, sending a blast of fire towards a practice dummy, sending it flying back. A smile spread on his face as you turned towards him, excitedly grinning from ear to ear. Before either of you knew what you were doing, your arms were wrapped around one another, holding each other in a tight embrace.

“You were fantastic, Y/N!’ Bill exclaimed, pulling away from the hug, "I reckon we’ll be breaking through that cursed ice in no time.”

“You really think so?” You asked, gazing up at him through your lashes, feeling the heat on your cheeks.

He nodded, taking your shoulders in his hands and craning his head to be at eye level with you, “You’re going to do great things, kid.”

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“Seems innocent enough.” Fred said, crossing his arms, “But remind me how much older you are than her?”

“Two years,” Bill answered, “We met when I was in my fourth year and she was in her second.”

“So you were falling for a twelve year old?” George asked, sticking out his tongue in mock disgust.

He shook his head, “No, it wasn’t like that. Not then, at least.”

“So when was it like that?” George questioned, raising a brow.

“I’ll tell you when I get there,” Bill grumbled, “Now let me tell my story…”

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Year 2

“Bill!” You exclaimed, rushing over to him to break him free from the ice. His freckled face was turning blue, ice beginning to crawl up his throat.

“Incendio!” You shouted, waving your wand. The ice surrounding him broke away, leaving a shivering Bill who rushed towards you, pressing an innocent kiss to the top of your head as you apologized.

He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing his arms up and down to warm himself, “I’m alright, kid.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, voice quivering as you looked him up and down.

Nodding, Bill smiled, “I’m more worried about you, honestly.”

“What about me?”

“It’s not important, let’s get this ice under control, yeah?”

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“You never told us you got trapped in ice!” Fred huffed, his forehead creased, “That would’ve been so much fun!”

“Believe me, it was not.”

George smirked, “But you had someone to warm you up…”

“George! She was twelve!”

He held up his hands in mock defeat, “Continue…”

“In our third year, I told her about this girl I liked. Her name was Emily. I claimed to be in love with her, so I tasked Y/N with asking her if I had any chance with her.”

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Year 3

You clenched your fist, brows furrowed in anger as Emily mocked the Weasley family.

“The Weasley’s may be good-looking, but that’s about the only thing they’re good for,” Emily snorted, “They don’t have money or manners, and there’s too many of them to keep track of for my liking. Honestly-”

“Shut it!” You hissed, stomping your foot into the ground, “The Weasley’s are the kindest, most welcoming Wizarding Family I’ve ever met, and I won’t take you dragging their name through the ground! Bill Weasley is a better wizard than you’ll ever be. He’s kind, he’s smart, and talented, and he certainly wouldn’t disrespect another family! You don’t deserve him, Emily!”

She raised her brows, “Maybe he doesn’t deserve me.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be treated badly by you,” Anger flared in your eyes as you spoke, “You’re just jealous that he’s too good for you.”

Emily stuck her nose up, “So be it, I wasn’t interested anyway.”

The two of you walked separate ways, with her heading towards The Three Broomsticks to gossip and you stomping away with your arms crossed, determined to reveal Emily’s true colors to Bill.

But unbeknownst to you, he had heard the whole exchange. Although he was devastated that Emily had broken his heart, he was disappointed that she had disrespected his family, but he couldn’t help being proud of you for standing up for him. In that moment, his heart beat faster. You and him… Could it… but he shook the thoughts out of his head. No, it couldn’t.

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“Remind me what her name was?” George said angrily, “I’ve got some Wildfire Wizbangs coming her way and-”

Bill shook his head, “Good luck getting to her. She’ll have your names plastered all over the paper. Works for Rita Skeeter now.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “I’d like her to have a piece of my mind… no one talks down on the Weasley’s and gets away with it.”

“Can I get on with it now?”

The twins nod and their brother continues, “In my sixth year, I had a new feeling… something I hadn’t felt before…”

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As soon as Charlie sauntered into The Three Broomsticks, a model of a dragon clutched in his hands, Bill knew he had made a mistake. Your eyes lit up upon seeing the second-born Weasley brother, and you extended your hand.

Charlie looked down at you awkwardly, shaking your hand with three fingers, “Charlie Weasley.”

“My younger brother.” Bill interupted, tapping his foot aggressively on the floor.

“Y/N L/N.” You smiled, returning your hand to your lap.

As Bill watched you and Charlie talk among yourselves, he was hit with a pang of jealousy. So he threw back butterbeer, hoping the sweet flavor would wash over him and throw his jealousy out the window. But it didn’t. It got worse. And all he could do was sit there and watch it happen.

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“You’re telling me that Y/N had the hots for Charlie?” Fred questioned, staring down at his brother.

Bill groaned, “She swears she didn’t, that she doesn’t, but in the moment, I got ahead of myself. I was beyond jealous and I couldn’t bring myself to realize why.”

“Oh, Billy, you’re in deep.” Fred laughed.

George let out a sigh, “Keep going, Billy, we don’t have all night.”

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Year5

You chewed at your bottom lip, standing before Bill with your hands clasped behind your back. Your eyes were stinging with tears at the thought of saying goodbye to one of your closest friends. You had known this day would come, but you hadn’t been prepared for it.

“Bill, I-” But you were cut off when his arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. You placed your hands on his bag, tears spilling onto his robes as he rubbed circles into your back.

“Y/N, can I be honest?” He asked, his cheeks a shade of pink.

Nodding, he continued, “Out of all the friends I’ve made here at Hogwarts, I think I’m going to miss you the most.”

“Bill, I’m going to miss you, too,” You said through the tears.

He pressed a thumb to your cheek, wiping the droplets away before they could fall down your face.

“You’ll visit, won’t you?” You asked, “In Hogsmeade?”

“I’ll be there,” Bill smiled, “But only if you promise to visit the Burrow.”

You nodded, a sad smile on your face, “I promise.”

Bill looked behind him, watching as students moved towards the exit. Looking back at you, he pressed a kiss to your head, “I’ll see you around, kid.”

“See you…”

Your heart broke a bit that day, watching him walk away. But nothing could prepare you for what would happen years later.

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Year6

Walking into Defense Against the Dark Arts, you felt a flutter in your chest. For the first time in nearly a year, you’d be able to see Bill Weasley- and you couldn’t be happier.

You walked in with a slight skip in your step, Charlie trailing behind you.

Upon pushing the door open, a certain ginger smiled at you, “Miss me, kid?”

Rushing towards him, you practically knocked him to the ground, “More than you know.”

It wasn’t until Charlie cleared his throat as other students began piling in that the two of you broke away from your embrace, looking nervously in opposite directions.

“Now that the reunion’s out of the way, we can move on to the big question: What are you doing here?”

As Bill began explaining, you couldn’t help but notice the empty space on his robe. He didn’t have his prefect badge anymore. Not that he would, having graduated, but it made your heart sink even further in your chest. Things were changing, too fast.

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“Not twelve anymore, is she?”

“Shut it, George.” Bill huffed, rolling his eyes.

George shook his head, “Really, Bill, two years isn’t that bad.”

“It’s bad when she’s in her sixth year and I’ve already graduated.”

“Depends on how you look at it.” Fred noted, “So when did you see her next?”

“With dad, actually.”

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Year 7

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Turning around, you saw a familiar ginger standing behind you, his hair swaying by his shoulders. Within seconds of seeing your face, he was stumbling towards you like a child in Honeydukes, gripping his father’s hand and leading him towards you.

After seeing a knowing look on his father’s face, Bill let go and cleared his throat, “Y/N, this is my father, Arthur Weasley.”

“Bill,” You laughed, “We’ve met.”

Turning to Arthur, you smiled, “It’s good to see you again, Mr. Weasley.”

“Good to see you, too, Miss Y/N.”

“So what are you doing here?” Bill asked, searching your eyes for an answer.

You sighed, shaking your head, “It’s a long story that I’ll explain later. Now, I’ve got to convince them to allow me in without credentials.”

“We can vouch for you, if you’d like.” Bill offered, a dreamy smile on his face.

“You’d really do that?”

He nodded, “Anything for you.”

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“Almost forgot she came over on holiday.” Fred said, crossing his legs, “She was stunning then, I want to know how she looks now.”

Bill grumbled, “She’s too old for you, Fred.”

“And according to you, too young for you.” George quipped, turning to face his brother, “So, tell me, Billy, how exactly did you end up where you are now? You’ve got the job, you’ve got a girl, but you keep going back to her. Why?”

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It had been four years since you had seen Bill Weasley. And now, seeing him walk into the conference room, cuts littering his arms, you couldn’t help but take it all in. He had a fang hanging from one year, his ginger hair was combed back, and he was dressed far nicer than you had remembered.

Once his eyes met yours, he made his way towards you, slipping into a seat beside you as one of the Head Auror rambled on about protecting Gringotts.

The two of you stole small glances at one another during the meeting, which seemed to last for ages. When it was all said and done, your chairs were mere inches away from each other, your hand slipped in his. It was innocent. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

It wasn’t until you started getting frequent owls from Bill that you started wondering if the two of you had something more.

Your first kiss had happened fast. Bill was going on about Gringotts and how little budgeting they had, on the brink of hyperventilation, when you had pressed a kiss to his lips. You hadn’t expected him to lean into it, but you had been wrong. Before either of you knew what was happening, you were pushed up against your desk as he deepened the kiss, your hands running through his hair as he held your face in his hands.

When he had pulled away, he muttered a small goodbye and left without another word.

Not even a month later, he was galivanting around Diagon Alley with Fleur Delacour on his arm.

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“That was your own bloody fault, you twat!” George exclaimed, whacking his brother in the stomach.

“Oof!” Bill groaned, propping himself up, “It was a mistake, alright? A big one.”

Fred was silent for a moment, a rarity for him, “Which part?”

“What?” Bill asked softly, a frown on his face.

“Kissing her or leaving her?”

He shook his head, “Leaving.”

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When you saw Bill a few months later, you could hardly be in the same room as him, let alone look at him. He kept waiting for you to meet his gaze, so he could ask you to speak with him privately, but you never did.

It was until the meeting was over that he barred you from leaving, begging for you to hear him out.

You told him he had a minute to state his case and then you were leaving.

So he used that minute as best he could, “I’m in love with you, Y/N. I always have been. Granted, it took me a while to figure it out, and an even longer time to admit it, but I can’t not be with you. We make sense, kid. So few things make sense.”

He allowed you to process the words. And next thing you knew, you were kissing him all over again. You knew it was wrong- he was with Fleur. But in that moment you didn’t care. He loved you like you loved him. And that was all that mattered.

So when a few months later, he hadn’t called things off with her, you were starting to get nervous. You hated the secrecy and betrayal of it all. You felt bad for Fleur, you ached for his company, and you felt sick thinking about the two of them together.

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“So are you going to call it off?” George asked with a sigh.

“I dunno,” Bill admitted, “I love Y/N more than anything. But I’m scared I’ll screw it up again.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “You already have. You’re shagging the both of them!”

“Fred,” Bill warned, “Not now.”

“All I’m saying is that you have more history with Y/N. Mum likes her more, anyway. You’re her golden child, she’d want you to marry her.”

“We’re not getting into marriage right now, Fred.”

He nodded, “Exactly, not now. But Fleur’s a beautiful woman, too, and she’ll be waiting for a proposal. You can’t keep seeing the both of them. No wonder Y/N’s a mess. She’s having to share you. And poor Fleur doesn’t even know! Look, I’m a bit of an arse-”

“A bit?” Bill interupted, receiving a glare from his brother.

“But I wouldn’t do that to a girl. Any girl. Make it right, Bill.”

The twins left shortly after, leaving their words behind. Bill layon his bed, staring up at his ceiling and then at his nightstand. A picture of you was haphazardly framed on the top, a bright smile on your face as you drank butterbeer.

He had to make a decision, and he had to make one fast.