Movement

By TicklishMonster

Bill Weasley is my favorite character in the whole series. I love him and his courage and his relationship with Fleur, sowhat better to write about than my favorite couple? This starts as Bill is in the Hospital Wing after the attack by Greyback. I hope to go through his whole relationship with Fleur, from the Tri-Wizard Tournement to after they have children. It may be done in some oneshots, some longer plot. I haven't really decided yet. This is just a quick little one page ditty to start it all off with. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the payments on my car and my college books. All characters belong to JKR.

Bill was, for all intents and purposes, content with his life. He had a loving family and a loving fiancée, and while his world might not be perfect, he had all he wanted and more. At the moment, he had a comfortable bed and that loving fiancée curled up next to him, gently stroking his face, and he could hear his family standing around him and talking in low murmurs.

And if he couldn't open his eyes or get rid of the feeling that he was floating, well, that was okay. He didn't need to see anything or feel any of his limbs to be content. As long as the comfortable pillows under his head didn't go away and as long as Fleur never stopped doing whatever it was she was doing to his face, everything would be all ri – ow!

Bill shifted uncomfortably when pain radiated from his face down to his chest, but the movement caused him even more pain. He moaned softly and squeezed his eyes tighter than they already were. He wasn't floating anymore. Instead, he felt like he was falling down a cliff and getting attacked large rocks that wanted nothing more than to cause him pain.

Since moving seemed to do more harm than good, Bill struggled to stay completely still and tried to think through everything. He was lying down; that much was clear. Fleur and at least a few members of his family were near him. He was hurting and he couldn't open his eyes or really move anything. What did all that add up to?

He didn't know and that scared him.

But that was okay. Bill could figure it out. He would start with his fingers, because if all else failed, he could always pry his eyes open with his fingers. So he concentrated all of his energy into his left pointer finger, willing it to bend or move or do anything to show that it wasn't a useless piece of flesh, bone and muscle.

And when it bent slightly, Bill felt enormously proud of himself. He wasn't sure quite what he had accomplished in that slight movement, but he was sure that it was monumental for the situation. Of course, he wasn't even sure what the situation currently was, but he figured that knowledge would come once he could move all of his fingers. And maybe open his eyes, though Bill wasn't too optimistic about that feat just yet.

One finger down, nine more to go. He could do this. He was a Curse Breaker, for Godric's sake! He had broken into ancient tombs and battled his way past the curses of ancient mummies all in search for gold. He had won the golden-haired girl of his dreams. Moving some digits should be nothing.

More concentration, this time into his right finger…which resulted in nothing. And one more attempt! Nothing again. Hmm. This quest was proving much more difficult than he had anticipated. But that was okay. He was Bill Weasley, so he could overcome this.

Just give him a few minutes to get his breath back since all that moving had winded him. He would just lie here, having Fleur stroke his face…okay, this was all right. He liked this. He settled back into the pillows and let his fiancée, his love, caress his face. Her touch brought back memories, which made him wish that he could move his face so he could smile.