Our relationship changed during the second month, at my brother George's birthday party, at the Burrow.

She was talking to Oliver, who was one of my brothers friends, and one of the lucky guys who didn't have to be married, due to lack of witch's who were of age, other words he was still on the waiting list. She laughed as he leaned in, and whispered something to her, causing her to blush.

George, and Anya joined in on the conversation, talking about Quidditch, and pranks the twins had pulled while at school. "But the Umbridge incident, was our finest hour," he smiled as Anya rubbed his back, as he went on talking about Fred, and his pranks.

I glared at Oliver, as I stood beside my wife, wrapping an arm around her waist, which I was glad she hadn't pushed away, but instead leaned her head against my shoulder, "You two were always puling pranks, don't think there was a family member who didn't get a prank by you two?"

George grinned, as he remembered something, he looked at his wife, "I remember when Fred, and I turned our younger brothers teddy bear into a spider, he was afraid of them for the longest time after that."

I felt my wife hold onto my waist a little tighter, "You alright, Hermione?"

She wrapped her arms around my waist, and cried as she listened to the stories about my younger brother, "I think I need to get some air," she removed her hands from my waist, and took a hold of my hand, staring at me, "Please?"

I stared at her confused, saying she never usually should affection towards me, anytime except for the night we usually had sex. What surprised me even more, was the fact I let her lead me out towards the lake. "Hermione, I-"

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled my face down into a lustful kiss, then before I had time to realize what happened, she pulled away to stare at me, "Did you like that?"

I brought my hand to my mouth, and looked at her, not sure how to feel at the moment, "Why?"

"For Merlin's sake, we are married, and sleeping in opposite rooms. You know how many times I thought about going to your room, and crawling into bed with you, just to feel your arms around me. Thos are the only nights in the week I don't have nightmares of watching the battle, are right after we, you know," She blushed a little, "I think we should take advantage, and be kind of like friends with benefits, I mean we are married right?"

I nodded. Nice Bill, continue to nod like an idiot.

"Sorry, I shouldn't had said that, you-"

"I don't have nightmares those nights either," I pulled her into my arms, and kissed her forehead.

"Mom wanted me to see if you were alright, but from the looks of it, I think things are," Ginny was heard from behind me, "So, what are you doing?"

I kept my arms around my wife, and turned to glare at my sister, "I was having a moment with my wife," I started leading my wife into the house, as my sister followed me.

Mom was beaming when she saw me, and my wife enter the house, arms wrapped around one another's waist, "Good you two children are doing alright."

My wife pulled out of y arms, and went to hug my mom, "Molly, you don't have to worry about us, we're taking care of each other," she smiled at me, "We're working on a friendship in this 'so' called marriage. I figured it is pointless ignoring each other if we're married."

Mom smiled at me, reaching her free arm towards me, "Come here Bill," she manage to squeeze me in a tight hug, and squashing my wife, who was between the two of us.

"GROUP HUG!" George's voice came from somewhere in behind me, with a whole bunch of laughing, and giggling, as the Weasley clan joined in on the hug.

"Not that I do not enjoy this family bonding," My wife breathed out, "But I can't breathe."

I quickly pulled out of the hug, pulling my wife to freedom with me, and smiled at my family, "So who's going to sing Happy Birthday to George?"

Anya smiled as she wrapped her arms around her husband, "I will sing happy birthday, to my sweetie." She started, "Happy Birthday,-"

All of us continued.

"to you, Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday, dear George,

Happy Birthday, to you!"

As soon as the song was over, dad levitated a large cake out from the kitchen, and placed it on the table, which had been expanded to seat all the friends, and family.

"Banana cream cake, with strawberry's?" George asked knowingly, he looked at the names on the cake, "Hapy twenty second birthday, Fred, and George." He looked at mom, who was crying silent tears, "Thanks mom, went to the grave yard this morning, and left never dying flowers for him to.."

Dad wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder, and smiled at us, "Only our death, will keep us from continuing to celebrate the birth of any of our children."

I smiled at my dad, patting him on the back, "I won't forget to celebrate any of my siblings, or children's birthday as long as I live."

"Neither would I," My wife smiled at my mom.

I squeezed her tighter in my arms, and kissed the top of her head, "Glad to hear that."

Later on that night, after the birthday party, I took my wife back to our home. Both of us knew things were changing.

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