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In For A Penny, In For A Pound	By : SiriusLives689 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Contains Sexual Content that will get explicit. I do not own Harry Potter or anyone/thing in the Potter-verse, nor am I now or ever making a profit. Reviews are always welcome. Please remember this is a story, and it unravels in time.

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IFAP, IFAP

Chapter Eight

The weekend was fast approaching and Charlie was getting restless. He had not spoken to Bill since their argument the previous morning; however, Bill had slept in the room they had been sharing. Charlie had been up most the night. When he did sleep, he dreamed of a woman in a white flowing gown by a pond with windblown hair. Staring at him with the whitest of clear blue eyes and the plumpest red lips he’d ever seen.

Each waking moment in the night, he spent stroking his cock. Closing his lids to envision the beauty more clearly; seeking total silence to be able to hear the words the phantom woman was saying.

“Come to me, Charlie,” she’d whisper. “Make love to me. You know you want me. I can feel the need rolling off of you. Charlie, let me suck you. Let me please you. Feel me, Charlie.”

Tugging on his swollen cock was getting him nowhere. Frustrated, he climbed out of bed, put on a pair of jogging shorts, a tank and his trainers. Bounding down the stairs, he exited the house before sunrise and started running. For the first four or five miles, he didn’t notice a lot about his surroundings, he solely concentrated on fatiguing his body to the point that Willow Scott didn’t occupy his mind. Once the sun started to grace the sky, he was able to see the foliage around him, the trees that were turning, the plants blooming, the houses waking up for the day.

As his feet pounded the pavement, he concentrated on the sound of his heart beating in his ears. His body was tiring; he’d been almost ten miles. He slowed to a walk, placed his hands on his hips and grabbed a bottle of water from the market that was just opening. Walking around the marketplace he wandered into, he spotted a park with a bench and headed over there for a rest. As he sat, he lulled his head back against the bench and closed his eyes.

He was tired. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the bench. There she was again; right behind his eyelids. He could see her lying on his bed, waiting for him. He saw himself crawl in bed on top of her, caressing her hair, her cheek, running his hand down her shoulders until he could feel the side of her breast, moving his hand underneath and over until he tweaked her nipple causing her to arch into him. He moved the slight material that covered her tits and captured on between his teeth and rolled it with his tongue. He felt her sink her hands into his hair and pull him closer as she moaned her delight. His hips rocked forward to find the warmth that she offered between her legs.

He really had to stop having this daydream. Here he was, in the open, with a raging hard on. He scolded himself for his lack of self-control.

He needed to focus on the importance of the Ministry decision.

He was tired of thinking about his future. He’d had to think on his life more in the past six months than he had ever had to before. He was young; too young to have to worry about the things he was being forced to concern himself with. Bill was right. He was wailing like a little girl. Then again, what man wasn’t? Bill seemed to have accepted his role of soon to be husband, a few of his mates at school seemed alright with it, but why did he, Charlie, resent the idea so much?

If he was honest with himself, he’d say it was because he was 20 years old and he wanted to screw around and stay out late. Drink too much with friends and take holiday’s wherever he wanted.

But that meant he was selfish. And was he selfish?

Yes. Since he had left Hogwarts and got a job of his own, he’d been able to do what he wanted and not have to share with all of his siblings. He loved his brothers and his sister, but It was nice to be able to purchase a new pair of boots on his own timeframe, or blow a few galleons on a nice meal with friends.   As a boy, growing up in a family of 9, he got new things, but never really when he wanted those new things.

Life was easy when you only had to take care of yourself.

He ran his hands through his hair and wished he had remembered to bring his pack of cigarettes; he’d been in such a hurry to leave the house and that woman behind. Exhaling loudly, he knew that he needed to start back to the house, but with that, came her. And the fact that he couldn’t avoid her. Not to mention that she kept him with a semi all day long.

The bench shifted and Charlie realized someone had sat down next to him. He looked over and saw a girl about 18 looking at him.

“Morning,” she said, smiling at him.

“Hello,” he answered.

“Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day,” she said.

“Aye,” Charlie said as he laid his head back.

“I’ve not seen you round here. New to the neighborhood?”

“Just went for a run; this is where I ended up?”

“Oh,” she said quietly.

“Well, I have to be getting back, have a nice day,” Charlie said politely.

“Thanks, listen, there’s a party at The Grove tonight, I’ll be there with some friends. If you’d like to come round 10?”

Charlie looked at for a moment. This could be what he needed, few drinks, some laughs, maybe a shag, “Sure,” he said. “The Grove?”

“Yeah, on Grayson Street, two blocks over.”

“See you then.”

“Bye,” she smiled, “Oi!” she shouted as he walked away, “My name’s Alicia!”

“Charlie,” he called back.

…..

He ran back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. In truth, he wanted to Apparate, but he needed the exhaustion that came with running to make it through the day.

Opening the front door, he walked inside to find most people in the dining room finishing breakfast. Pulling off his soaked shirt, he breathily said, “Hey” before he made his way to the kitchen for some water and a bit of toast.

Opening the swing door, he ran slap into Willow Scott.

Her soft body molded into his sweat covered chest, and she gasped.

“Charlie! You’re all sweaty!” she exclaimed.

“Aye, went for a run this morning, sorry ‘bout that.”

He watched her with something akin to pride as her eyes perused his chest, Charlie worked hard on his body, ‘it’s about damn time someone admires it’ he thought.

She reached her hand up, took her pointer finger and trace along the edge of the dragon tattoo that essentially covered his left shoulder. He unconsciously gripped her tighter.

“Unhand me,” she ordered “I’m now all sweaty and will have to bathe.”

Images of her in a tub full of bubbles rose to his brain and sent a bolt straight through his body.

He lowered his voice and tilted his head closer to her ear, but did not remove his arms from her, if anything he pulled her tighter into him, “Doesn’t seem the end of the world to have to take a bath; if it is so difficult for you, certainly I must offer my assistance, as a gentleman, of course. After all, two is better than one.”

She stared at him for a long moment and then smiled, slowly; she rose upon her toes to bring her mouth as close to his ear as possible, “Would you like that? Running soap all over my body, watching the water drip off of me and run into the drain? Would you like to see me all wet, Charlie? Tell me, would you want to actually want to participate in my cleaning or simply sit in a corner and watch me bathe myself?”

She lowered herself back onto her feet and looked at him. His eyes were glazed and hooded; she wanted nothing more than take his lips that he was chewing one onto hers. Instead, she placed her hand on his torso and ran it down the length of his stomach, then step backwards and said, “Good day, Mr. Weasley” with as innocent of a smile she could muster, before she walked out of the kitchen.

…..

“Is your intention to keep Charlie Weasley in a knot? Questioned Severus upon arrival in her rooms.

She turned to him and smiled, “He’s cute and fun to tease.”

“Have you considered he might break?”

“Heavens no! The man stands when I enter a room! I doubt seriously that he would lose his head.”

“Hum,” Severus mused, “even the most tolerant and disciplined man can snap when pushed too far.”

“I’ll take that under advisement.” Then she added, “Why are you here?”

“To replenish your potions, dear. Have you not noticed they are dwindling?” Snape walked to the dresser that her medicine bottles were stored on and started lifting bottles.

“I’m bored. I’d like to leave this residence, even if only for a short time.”

“Who do you propose to accompany you on this outing,” he said as he refilled bottles and replaced them again. “Do you think Mr. Weasley would be game?”

“Which one,” she stated, knowing that it would irritate him. “There are three Mr. Weasley’s under this roof, which one are you referring to?”

Snape smile his sardonic smile, placed the final bottle on the dresser and had a seat in one of the chairs in her room. He waved his hand at the seat next to him, and she knew she was to sit down.

She did so while he studied her features; she took this change to smooth her robes and pick at nonexistent lint.

“Are you toying with him? Or do you have other intentions with him?”

“I have no idea as to what you speak of. He is kind to me, flirtatious. It’s more of a one-upmanship deal. He says something and I respond in kind.”

Severus traced his lips with his finger and then spoke, “And you understand he carries the last name Weasley?”

“What a stupid question, of course, I do.”

“And you’re stupid enough to go down that road again.” Severus stated this flatly, looking straight into her eyes. She knew that being involved with him was not a wise move, and she knew from experience that it was not going to end well, but there was a spark about Charlie. He seemed a little—off beat.

“I’m not asking for his hand in marriage, Snape,” she hissed. “I do have to find something to do to pass the time away since you have stowed me away in this crypt calling it ‘recuperation’. If you’d like to allow me to go home, I’d be thrilled with the possibility of getting out of here and save Charlie Weasley’s virtue at the same time.”

“You can’t leave yet. You’ve angered most the Pure Blood population and its safer if you stay out of open view until their egos mend.”

“So I get a pass on the ball next week?” she asked.

“No. But you will be under scrutiny and will not be allowed to roam alone.”

“How wonderful!” she said sarcastically, “a baby sitter all for me.”

“You wouldn’t have needed one if you’d have actually used your head. Why did you allow the brute to leave you alone by that damned lake? You knew those men were hunting you! Why be such a fool!” he hissed at her.

“Better to get it over with,” she said.

“Yes, well, you certainly got your due, didn’t you dear.”

“I have to go shopping, there are several items that I need and I want to go get them myself. Are you going to accompany me or can I go alone?”

He thought about it for a moment and said, “Let me get back to you on that. I’ll send you an owl about the arrangements.”

…..

Later that afternoon, there was a knock on her door. She opened it and saw Bill Weasley looking down at her.

“Professor Snape said that you needed to run errands and has asked me to accompany you. Can you be ready in fifteen or twenty minutes?”

“I am capable to running errands alone.   I see no need to inconvenience you. I’m certain you have other pressing matters.”

“I’ll meet you at the front door in 20 minutes. We will be traveling outside of London; you may need a heavier cloak than usual.”

He turned on his heel and walked away. Sure enough to his word, 20 minutes passed and he was standing by the door waiting for her.

“Once we step outside, I will aparate us to our destination, take my hand.”

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“America is the ultimate destination. It will take a few stops. We will arrive in the city of Chicago momentarily. There is a wizard’s shopping center there. I am assuming you need garments.”

“Do you plan on being this much fun during our trip? At the moment, your personality is almost as good as the skrewts that beast Hagrid raised in 5^th year.”

“I’ll attempt to not irritate you.”

They stepped out on the front porch and she took his hand into hers. She noticed that he didn’t apparate quickly like she assumed he would and looked over at him. He was staring off in the distance; following his gaze, she found what caught his attention.   Charlie was out front talking to Kingsley Shackelbolt. After a moment or two of the Weasley brothers staring at one another, they disappeared.

…..

Several stops later, he released her hand.

“This is where we will stay until you have finished what you need. Two blocks up, we will take our wands and do a series of taps, there you will find a city similar to Hogsmeade. Do you need a moment?” he questioned.

Not wanting to appear weak, but knowing she could not move without losing her stomach contents she gestured towards a bench. “Do you mind if I sit? I am not used to traveling such distances without a Portkey.”

“Certainly.” He said.

Willow took this chance to look at the city; she had never been to Chicago and he was right to tell her she needed heavier clothing; the wind was freezing.

“Is it always like this here?” she asked.

“Yes. Americans call it the windy city. Each time I have been here for work it has been chilly. I chose this place because Professor Snape said you had angered some wizards and he thought you needed some anonymity.”

“Severus worries too much,” she said softly. She looked up at the tall buildings, “These structures. How do muggles make then stand?”

“They use concrete, it’s a type of, well, rock that you can mold, and beams made of wood or steal. They stack them and use tools to keep them together. They’re very sturdy. It takes a lot to make one fall.” He answered.

“And those things,” she asked, pointing on the streets.

“Those are cars. They work similar to our Knight Bus. They run on gasoline rather than magic, but it’s the same concept.”

“How do you know so much about muggles? I don’t remember you taking muggle studies.”

“My father. He loves everything muggle. Fascinates him so. When I was a boy, he used to take me into town and we would just walk the streets, looking at all the inventions. He still likes to learn about muggle ways, thinks they’re handy.”

Cars zipped up and down the street as they just sat there and watched. She wanted to ask him more questions about her surrounding but kept them all to herself. Finally she stood, and turned to him, “I think I’m ready.”

He started leading her to the gateway, took out his wand and tapped the brick. It opened and allowed them entrance. Walking down the streets, she saw a dress shop, a cosmetic store, a bookstore and a pub just along the first strip.

“I am going to need some time in the dress shop, and I need to find a shop that sells personal items. Also, if you don’t mind, I am in need of underthings. I understand if you’d like to head to that pub and wait for me, Bill.”

“No. I promised Snape I would stay with you.”

“I am a fully qualified witch, you know. I can take care of myself.”

“Yes. As I remember it, you are able to take care of yourself. You wield a wand better than most. Tell me, Willow, why did you not fight back?”

“I was taken off guard and lost my wand,” she replied.

“That’s your story?” he asked.

She looked up at him and said nothing.

“It’s not a very good story, Willow.”

…..

Two hours later, Bill was loaded down with packages. He had shrunk everything he could and packed them all together, and threatened her with the killing curse if she bought one more pair of shoes. Now, he was seated in ‘Louie’s Lingerie Shop’ and regretting telling her he was up to the task.

She had been modest, that he had not expected. Normally, Slytherin’s like to goad and she is no different but as she shopped for underthings: bras, panties, corsets, hose, she didn’t draw too much attention to them.

He sat in a chair and flipped through a magazine as she entered the dressing rooms. Under the curtain he could see the lower part of her legs as she took one garment off and tried another on. He buried his head in his article and set about learning all he needed to know on the subject of witches’ cosmetics.

“Bill,” she called, “I hate to ask this of you but could you get me a size up in this? I swear if my boobs get any bigger I’ll be able to use them as floatation devices.”

He sighed and tossed the magazine back onto the table, walked over to her room and put his hand over the top of the curtain, where she handed him a black lace bra that left very little to the imagination.

“This doesn’t even look as if it serves a purpose, don’t you think you need something with a little more material to it?”

“She giggled, “It has loads of support magically, see read the advertisement on the side. I don’t see why I can’t have pretty underwear.”

He returned with the new one she asked for, “Why does it have to be pretty? Men don’t care a bit; all we want is for it to be easily accessible for removal. Honestly, I don’t think what the underwear looks like has ever made me not want to fool around with a witch.”

“Well,” she said opening up the curtain, “would you rather undress a witch and find this or plain white panties that come to the waist with a bra that looks like Cornish pixies got a hold of?”

She had on the black bra he brought her; it was lace with a demi pattern at the top barely covering her nipples. Her cleavage was pushed to the point he thought if she breathed she would spill over the top. Her matching lace panties hugged her hips but barely contained her buttocks and her legs were fashioned with stockings that stopped at her thighs.

“I supposed,” He said, wetting his lips, “I’d rather drop your robes and find that.”

“Yes, it does make the package more fun doesn’t it?”

…..

Two hours later, Bill had been to the dress shop, the underwear shop, the cosmetic and general store. He now was standing in the middle of a nail parlor waiting on Willow to finally make an appearance.   When she finally showed, she announced she was ‘starving’ and Bill was taking her to dinner.

They walked until they located a tiny bistro whose smell coaxed them inside. It was a quaint place and the hostess ushered them into a corner table, handed them a menu and took their drink order.

“This smells delicious,” said Bill, “I must have been hungrier than I realized.”

After determining what they were going to eat and telling the waitress, Bill suddenly realized he was now trapped in conversation, not having things to say, like ‘where do we go next’.

Fortunately for him, she must have sensed his discomfort.

“Thank you for bringing me today, this was nice. I really needed to get out of that house.”

He smiled, “That house was owned by Pure Bloods! Slytherin until Sirius.”

“Bet his parents were proud when he was sorted into—“

“Gryffindor,” he answered with a smile.

“Merlin, I’m shocked they allowed him to live.”

“My understanding is they tried to kill him,” Bill said humorously.

“Your mother is very kind,” she told him.

“Yes. She’s does like to mother. Is she getting on your nerves?”

“No,” she answered. “Not in the least. It’s nice to be mothered again. She is always making me something or fixing something or just sitting near me. She does hum a lot!”

Bill laughed, “Yes, she does. Charlie always said it was let us know she was coming!”

“You were lucky to have a mother that cared. I think she’s brilliant.”

“I know she asked about our relationship. I’m sorry about that. She asked me but I didn’t answer appropriately and therefore she went to you.”

“If in your Gryffindor mind that was beating around the bush to ask me what I told her, I told a piece of the truth.”

He smiled at her, “See, that’s why you were the only Slytherin I ever dated. I don’t like getting called out on my lack of slyness!”

“I told her we saw one another and when my mother died, I overwhelmed you with information about my family. She knows my father is in Azkaban but I did not tell her who he is nor did she ask. I did tell her what I am.

“And just to go on record, she seemed very accepting, not that it matters now one bit.”

“I offended you. Getting involved with Fluer.” This he stated matter factlly. He looked at her face and added, “I never meant to hurt you in any way. I was young and very stupid in the way I handled things.”

“It did work out well for you. I am happy to see you happy.”

He started to laugh, “No you’re not! No girl on the face of the planet would be happy!”

She smiled and said, “Fine, no. I really do despise the girl and I have never met her, but I do think it’s more envy that her charade in this courting shite in almost over. Isn’t this the most stupid thing ever?”

“I loved you.”

She looked at him.

“I genuinely loved you. I don’t ever want you to doubt that. I don’t want too—walk around with this weight on my heart all the time. I don’t know how to feel,” he whispered.

She sat there, stunned. Not knowing what to say.

“When I saw you, that night, damn you took my breath away. And then, when you were hurt, and I found out that my brother—could have prevented it, I was so angry—“

“Wait. Charlie couldn’t have prevented it. He didn’t want to leave me alone. He even told me it was silly of me to be staying. I chose to stay, I was enjoying the solitude. You can’t blame him for this.”

“I know. I’ve been over it a thousand times. He beat himself up over it, you know that right? You know that he felt such guilt—“

“Silly boys, you are.”

Their food was delivered and she took her fork and poked at her pasta.

“Do you fancy Charlie?” he asked.

She looked up at him, wide eyed, not knowing how to answer.

“I’d understand why, I mean I’ve been told he’s handsome and well, he’s—“

She cut him off, “The outdoors and the dragons defiantly does his body good,” she smiled.

They stayed silent for a moment and then she answered, “He is a lot of fun, he is. In the end, it would be the same problems as it was with you. Severus would kill me for admitting this, but I don’t think I can go through that again.”

They finished dinner with chit chat about their day, things they saw and observed; when they were done and the ticket arrived, Bill got the check and paid.

Rising, he took her hand and questioned, “Anything you want to do now?”

“It’s silly of me, but can we go back to muggle Chicago? That was so beautiful?”

…..

They walked all over the city. It was cold and they cast a warming charm on themselves but neither wanted to turn back and find warmer shelter. They went through museums and galleries, looked at the buildings and even climbed to the top of the Hancock Observatory to look at the stars.

There they gushed like children over the strength and power of their telescope; at Hogwarts they had both taken astronomy but neither had seen anything like this.

She was turning away from him when he grabbed her hand and said, “Wait! Isn’t this Saturn? My gosh, you can see everything! Look!”

She allowed him to pull her to where he was standing and she looked through the telescope, “That’s beautiful,” she whispered.

She looked up at him with a brilliant smile on her face, “Yes,” he said, “It’s beautiful.”

He pulled her close and she felt his warmth, his hand reached her hair and he brushed it away from her face. He then moved his hand to where it was under her chin and lifted it, slowly, as in seeking permission or giving her time to pull away; he lowered his mouth to hers.

Kissing her was easy, he thought.   Her lips were soft and warm and her body seemed to fit into his perfectly. He deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to caress the inside of her mouth, run over her teeth, and re-learn everything he might have forgotten.

The observatory was empty but it didn’t matter, Bill kissed her with an abandon he hadn’t felt in ages. He deepened his kisses; they became more desperate. He pressed her up against the side of the building and raised her body off the ground to where he was slightly holding her in order to gain more control over her movements. His body was reacting to her; to the feel of her, and he wanted to press himself against her and let her know that she still aroused him in a way no other ever would. Instinct told him it was wrong of him to do so, but it no longer mattered. He rocked him hips forward, finding the curvature of her pelvis and received a bolt of energy throughout him causing the pair of them to let out a moan. His hands left her face and ran down the side of her body, cupping a breast, running his thumb over her nipple; she arched further into him. He wanted to touch her skin. He needed to touch her skin like he needed his next breath. He knew if he gave into the temptation of raising her leg around his waist and running his hands up her thigh, he would not be able to stop himself from once again sinking into her delectable body. His lips fell to her neck as he kissed and bit her skin; warring with himself, knowing he needed to abandon this need, he grabbed her waist and pulled her higher onto him, where her core met him and even through the mass number of petticoats he could tell if he took her now, she’d be ready for him. That is what he wanted. He wanted to cast a privacy charm and take her hard against the observatory wall. Instead, he pulled away, and let her down. He placed small kisses upon her lips and cheek, gently holding her face in his cupped hands.

Resting his forehead to hers, he sucked in her smell, “I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to take advantage, I guess I just couldn’t help myself. You have always been such a beautiful, amazing witch to me.”

“It’s alright, had I not wanted to kiss you I would have pulled away. I thought ‘one more time, for old time’s sake’, same as what you were thinking, isn’t it?” She was quiet for a few moments and let him hold her and place feather kisses on her, for a moment she was back in school where life was simple again, but she knew deep down that this would never be. Bill could never be hers. He belonged to another Ministry approved witch now.

“You’re going to marry the Veela, aren’t you, Bill,” she asked quietly.

“Yes,” he said almost too silently for her to hear; he cleared his throat and said a little louder with as much confidence as he could “I proposed. I think we can make a life together.”

She stayed quiet, as they both were trying to control their emotions.

“I am happy for you,” she said. “I hope that you have what your parents have, I hope she brings you joy and children.”

“What about you?” he asked. “What are you going to do?”

“I will eventually marry. Just like everyone else.”

“Your prospect pool is terrible, you know that? I won’t get a moments peace knowing somewhere out there you are living with a man who treats you horribly.”

“It’s not your job to worry over me, Bill. I will be fine. I can take care of myself. I realize with recent events you and your brother both think me incapable of doing so. Let me assure you, I can.”

Bill stood there for a moment, silently, still caressing her hair, just touching her in any way he could that wasn’t sexual.

Finally, after many moments he said, “My brother. Charlie could love you. Charlie could give you a life. He doesn’t know it yet, well, he knows he fancies you and I think in some way it pisses him off, to fancy a girl his older brother one was with; but he doesn’t yet know that he would make a good husband. He is a good man, a hard worker. Strong. Able to protect you.”

She pulled away from him, looked up at him sternly and said, “One, I don’t want a protector. I want a man, who loves me the way I deserve. Two, my issues with you are the same with him. He will choose family, just as you did.”

“I don’t think that is necessarily true, Willow. He is a different creature, Charlie is. Look, I know you like him, or at least find him amusing, if you didn’t you wouldn’t toy with him the way you do. Trust him, let him in and give it a shot. Tell him about –“

“No.” She stared at him for a moment. “The less people who know the safer I am. Don’t you understand, Bill? Have you not put it all together in that brilliant mind of yours? The Pure Blood community ignores the fact of who I am out of fear to my father, and now that Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban, there is fear that others will too. They do not ignore that I am a prize in theirs or their son’s bed. Nor, will my father ignore that. He knew what it was like to possess my mother; he won’t blame these wizards for “losing their heads momentarily” and taking advantage of me, or manipulating the Ministry in order to gain the upper hand.”

“I won’t say anything. But I think you’re making a mistake. I think you need to seriously look around at your options for a wizard who would not take advantage.”

“I don’t have that opportunity upon me. Each ball I get paired with twelve of the most vile wizards from all over the world; they’ve paid the Ministry workers, or threatened them with bodily harm, in order to acquire my name in the lot. Those are the men I have to choose from. So far, I’ve just turned them all down, which angers them. A lot. I have no other choices.”

…..

The trip home was much the same as there, the long distance travel didn’t help the knot in her stomach but she tried to soldier on. Arriving back at the house, they went directly to the kitchen to get her something to drink in the hopes of settling her stomach. Bill placed all of her purchases on the floor next to the door then sat down with Charlie, Sirius and Remus to join them in a game of Exploding Snap. Bill poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle on the table and answered Remus’ questions on where he’d been all day.

“Woman dragged me from shop to shop; most likely just to keep from coming back here in this ‘dank, dark house’.”

“Can’t blame you,” Sirius stated, “I never liked this place. Too many old Pure Blood decoration and quite honestly, I can’t stand all the green.”

Willow smiled at him. Bill pushed a chair out for her to join them and said, “Sit. You don’t need to go into that hidey hole of yours feeling as awful as you do. Have a seat and get to feeling better.”

“You don’t feel well?” Molly asked, entering the kitchen. Hurrying over to Willow, she grasp her face and stated feeling on her, “You don’t feel feverish, clammy, yes.”

“Mum, stop hovering, she just didn’t like the long Apparating trip. She’ll be fine after some sitting time.”

Molly looked at her and stated, “My sons were brought up to be nicer to women, and I apologize for his lack of concern.”

“Lack of concern, my arse!” Bill laughed, “This woman not only forced me to carry her overly large packages, I’m certain she only bought so much to inconvenience my load. Besides, I was perfectly respectful as she treated me as her own personal tosser , ‘Bill, fetch me this’, ‘Bill this is too small’, Bill this store doesn’t have to correct shade of coral find me another’.”

“If memory serves me correct, you didn’t have too much to complain about when you sat in that dress shop watching that blonde witch parade up and down the aisle half clothed. If I were you, I’d be more kind to a Slytherin woman like myself, seeing as I do have knowledge of your tongue dangling and that puddle of drool you left behind over a woman who is not your fiancé,”

“Fiancé?” Molly asked, “You’re engaged?”

“Dammitt, woman you did that on purpose!” Bill roared with a smile.

“Yes. Have a good evening, Mr. Weasley.”

Willow left the kitchen with a huge smile on her face. Bill was now being interrogated by his mother to the point of lacking actual words and only sputtering.

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