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Chapter 2: Why should I care?
William Arthur Weasley, or just short Bill as everyone called him, was sitting at the kitchen table in the Burrow. He was sipping his home-made-mothers-special chocolate coffee, when an owl arrived and pecked on the kitchen window.
One glance at the bird told Bill who it was from, and that he had no interest in opening the window to allow the bird in. instead his head turned back to the newspaper on the table and scanned the headlines for what must have been the forth time.
Yup, he had had much too little to do, and to much free time for his liking. He was given a well deserved holiday from work. But after only two days, he had already done anything he could think of and was now bored to death.
The owls pecking at the window never ceased, and had Bill wondering if he shouldn't just stun the little pest or something like that. He was sure the owner of the bird could afford to buy a new one, should anything happen to this one. His blood lustful thinking came to an abrupt halt when his mother came in.
Molly Weasley, mother of six boys and one adorable girl, was just about to go do the dishes when she noticed a beautiful and surely over-expensive owl pecking at her kitchens window. Confused that her oldest hadn't dismissed the bird already with a treat, she opened to window, took the letter and gave the bird a treat.
The letter was addressed to "William Weasley" and looked very official. She handed it to him, but he only put it onto the table and kept reading 'the Prophet' for what she knew to be the second or third time.
Still confused about her son's behaviour, she asked: "Aren't you going to open and read it?"
Bill looked up from his newspaper and said plainly "No." With that he refocused on an absurd article about flying green pigs with pink wings sighted in Vienna.
His mother took the letter and opened it. She read through it and gasped. "Bill it says here, that this girl decided to choose you. What's the meaning of this?"
A little irritated of the invasion of his privacy, Bill looked up to his mother again and sighed. "It has to do with Idiot-Thompson's decree. I was one of Miss Parkinson's chosen husband to be. Seems like she made her choice."
"Don't call our minister that!" She huffed at her son, before continuing. "When did you plan on telling us? … She says she wants to meet you tomorrow at the 'three broomsticks'."
"And after me not coming, she'll know what my answer to her choice is." He took the newspaper up again, to signal his mother that this conversation was over. But she just looked at him before taking a tone he really never wanted to hear again.
"William Arthur Primus Weasley! You will not walk out on the girl like that!"
Irritated at his mothers tone, Bill was now rolling his eyes. Again, something he thought he would never have the urge to do again. "I am not interested in a marriage with anyone … ever again!" The last three words were spoken deliberately harsh and emphasised.
His mothers scolding face softened at her son's statement. And she shook her head. "Bill it has been nearly one year. I was hoping you had coped until now with it."
When no reply came, she continued. "If you will not have anything to do with the girl, then that's fine. It is your decision after all. But, do the right thing and tell it to her in person."
"Why should I care? She'll get the message, if after two hours I'm still not there."
His mother shook her head, but just said to him: "Wouldn't you have wanted Fleur to tell you that she'd leave you once she found her real mate?" Her words had the desired effect, so she left him and went to the living room to clean up.
Bill stiffened and looked with a shocked face at the table.
Fleur Delacour, his wife, or better to say, his ex-wife, was his current weakness. He couldn't believe his mother had brought this issue up again. His mom had never really liked her. But he had never cared. He had been in love with her for the first time he laid eyes on her. After Greyback had wounded him, he had been sure that she'd be repulsed with his scarred face. But she had told his mother that she was pretty enough for the both of them and went through with the marriage.
A smile crossed Bills face and his expression softened. He had thought that nothing could tear them apart from that moment on. His smile disappeared and his face became serious. Well, he had been wrong. Fleur was veela after all. And after having found her true mate, she had pleaded with him to divorce her, before she would turn insane from the emotional and physical pain of not being able to claim her mate. And he had complied with her wish.
He had loved her. No, that wasn't true, he still loved her. Her backing out of their marriage still felt like a betrayal to him.
He gave a heavy sigh and looked at the letter on the table. He read through it, and went out the back door into their garden. He stood there for a while, trying to decide, what the right thing to do was. He really didn't know anymore.
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Yep! Here you have chapter 2… hehehehehe evil laughter You probably thought I would have killed Fleur to solve my problem on why I chose Bill for this Fic. But no! I was most merciful…
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PS: I thought calling Bill Primus was funny… because he is after all the first born…
