Title: It’s About Time Character: Bill Weasley A/n: Special request for a lovely anon :)
You had always known the Weasley’s.
There wasn’t a time you remember not having them be a part of your life.
It was a tad bit comical really. When you were small you used to tug on the ends of your father’s work robes and beg to be dropped off at the Burrow while he went to work. Your father worked in the same department as Arthur and the two were fine friends.
Your mother wasn’t a part of your life so you had come to adore Molly Weasley and became fast friends with her two sons, William and Charlie.
The three of you got into all sorts of trouble, playing hide and seek in various rooms of the Burrow and getting lost for hours while Molly searched the place.
You were closer to William though, you and him were the same age so you used to boss around Charlie and sneak sweets while he napped upstairs.
Then, as he acquired more siblings, you became close to them as well as they got older until you were constantly surrounded by a clan of ginger, freckled children.
The two of you were still thick as thieves when you were finally old enough to go to Hogwarts.
You both went together to get your wands at Ollivanders, bought all of your school supplies and robes together and made a promise to always sit in the same train compartment from there on.
William calmed your nerves during the sorting ceremony, and teased you for overthinking when you both got placed into Gryffindor.
Your friendship was never stronger. You both were practicing attached at the hip your entire first three years.
After that, things only got a little different.
You were still good friends, but with all the studying you both had to do it was hard to sit down and just have a chat.
Not to mention you had made the Quidditch team, so a lot of your time was spent in practices and matches or hanging out with the other team members.
William, who now liked to be called “Bill” didn’t mind though, he was invested in all of his classes and got great grades.
And in fifth year he was even made a prefect.
“Look at you,” You said to him one day when you both were lounging around the common room. “Showin’ off your new badge.”
Bill cast a smile over at you as he glanced down at the small pin on his robes. “Mum and Dad were both so proud, it’s hard to not be a little smug about it.”
You sunk down into the chair beside him, Bill tensed up a little at your sudden closeness but you had shut your eyes and didn’t notice. “What are you up to?”
“Me?” Bill said, shifting slightly on the sofa so you would have more room. “Studying for OWLS.”
“You? Nah, you’ll do great,” You leaned over onto his shoulder, peering down upon his work. “If you’re not to busy with this, tomorrow you and me should head down to Hogsmeade.”
Bill looked over you, all to aware of how close you were to him, and made the back of his neck feel warm and he just knew his ears had gone scarlet. “N-No! I’m free as a bird, I’d love to go.”
You smiled and jumped from the sofa. “Lovely, bring along a sweater or something of the sort. It’s supposed to get colder this weekend.”
Bill nodded, giving you a small wave as you went up the stairs to the girl’s dorms.
To say Bill Weasley had a crush on you would be the understatement of the century.
He knew it, Merlin knows his entire family did, and even lots of the students around him were aware of the dreamy looks he gave you while you spoke to him, or how his eyes would always follow you when the the pair of you were together.
Trouble was, you didn’t seem to see what everyone else did.
It remained that way for the rest of your schooling years. Endless months of longing from Bill’s part, and you remaining blissfully unaware of it.
It wasn’t until you both got jobs at the Gringotts facility in Egypt that Bill started being a bit more brave about wanting to admit his feelings for you.
He brought you tea almost every morning and always made thoughtful comments about the work you were doing.
In his eyes you were the most brilliant person in the building, and he wanted you to do well.
Bill knocked on the door of your office one morning, smiling whenever you looked up at him. “Hello, I hope your having a good morning.”
You took off your reading glasses and gestured him into your office. “I certainly am now, what can I help you with?”
Bill walked behind your desk and sat at the edge of it like always did when you had smal talks during break. “Well it’s just that, Christmas is coming up soon, and Mum’s written to me, wants me to come home for a vist. And I know the lot of them would love to see you again.”
You smiled up at him. “William Weasley, are you asking me to come home for Christmas?”
He smiled back, glancing away as his face grew warm. “Yes, I am.”
“Then I accept,” You noticed that the tie he was wearing started to loosen, he often complained to you about having to wear it, and he was awful at tying it in the first place. “One day, you’ll learn how to do tie it correctly.”
Bill watched you fix his tie, tightening it and making it just so. “You’ve always been better at this than I am.”
“My father was bad at it too. When I got older I just showed him the charm to do it for him.” You told him with a fond grin.
Bill’s eyes met yours and he noticed you were still standing close to him, hands now tucked into your cardigan pockets.
Bill blinked, trying to decide if it was a good idea or not. Then his hand reached out and tucked itself under you chin, when you didn’t pull away he slowly brought his lips down to yours, giving you plenty of time to stop him.
He couldn’t help but be relieved when you didn’t.
Your hands came up and lost themselves in his bright red hair, successfully pulling him closer to you as you continued to kiss him.
When you pulled away to look at him, Bill moved his head up and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead as you embraced him.
“I’ve wanted to do that since 4th year.” He confessed, hand intertwining with yours.
“Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Bill laughed, well aware of how pink his face must have turned. “I was always pretty awkward around you, didn’t have the nerve for it.”
You smiled and reached up to kiss him. “Just wait till I tell your mother.”
Bill wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss. “What a wonderful Christmas present for her, she’s always talked about me and you getting together.”
“Oh dear, that must mean the rest of them knew too. Nothing gets passed the Weasley clan that’s for sure.” You said with the same fondess you always had when you spoke of his family.
Bill looked down at you, eyes filled with nothing but admiration and contentment. “I love you.”
Your gaze went straight to his, a small smile working it’s way onto your face as you tucked a peice of his hair behind his ear. “I love you, too.”
Bill broke out in a huge smile and kissed you again, spinning you around your small office space. “I’ve waited ages to hear you tell me that.”
“Well it’s simple to love someone. But it’s hard to know when you need to say it out loud.”