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Hugs.
Blurb ...
A happy hug, a sad hug, or hugging someone tall. You may not even need a hug, but any is the best hug of all. :Series of hug-related oneshots RHr HG and others postDH:
CHAPTER THRIY EIGHT: The Holy Merlin's Pants Hug.
September, 1999.
Fleur didn't quite know how to tell him. They both had decided on having a baby, but they didn't count on it happening so … soon. They had expected it to tae a while for her to fall pregnant, but it was surprising, and rather nerve-racking for Fleur to realise it'd happened so quickly.
Now, here she was, pregnant of all things. She was going to have the first grandchild of the Weasley clan. And the father was sitting at the kitchen table, playing chess against himself.
"Bill?" She asked tentatively. Bill looked at the board with deep concentration, which was a mystery to her, and he knew exactly what his opponents move was going to be, after all. But then, all British were a mystery to her.
"Yes, Fleur?"
"I need to talk to you." She said. "You know 'ow we 'ave been trying for a baby … well guess what? We're 'aving one!"
Yes, there was no point in beating about the flower's, or whatever the muggle saying was. The trick with the Weasley men was to say it fast, then get the hell out of there when they realised what you'd said.
Bill stopped playing, and turned to look at her, the Queen in his hand squirming slightly as she was held in mid-air. Fleur almost cringed, wondering if he was going to shout, or whoop.
He did neither.
He laughed.
"You are keeding me, right?" Fleur asked angrily. Bill continued to laugh until tears came. The Queen in his hand was starting to poke his fingers.
"You-baby-already-" Bill took a deep breath, still grinning. "Cheers, I haven't laughed so hard in ages."
"You theek I am joking?!" Fleur said in outrage. Bill looked as if he were about to cringe.
"You-but your n-?"
"Bill-why on earth would I joke about something as important as zis?" Fleur said. "I really am pregnant."
The Queen, who was not struggling ferociously, was promptly dropped onto the table. She got up, grumbling and made her way back to the board, as Bill's face changed to a look of shock.
"Er-Bill?" Fleur asked. Bill didn't move.
"Are-are you all right?"
He still didn't move.
"If you can 'ear me, could you please nod your 'ead?"
He nodded his head. Thank goodness, Fleur thought.
"You're-you're really serious?" Bill asked finally. Fleur figured she had a lot of patience than she thought.
"Yes." She said simply. Right-now was the time to run. It was only a right turn down the hall and a quick dash to the door-she could even grab her shoes on the way out if she could reach the stairs in time-
Her train of thoughts was cut off immediately as Bill pulled her out of her chair and kissed her with so much passion, she figured he must be pleased.
"Holy Merlin's Pants! I'm seriously going to be a father!" He said once he pulled away. Fleur barely had time to say sarcastically "Oh no, I really am keeing." Before he lifted her off the ground entirely and spun her around the kitchen. Fleur clung to him until he put her down-if this was the reaction, maybe next time she should tell him over the phone.
"I cannot breathe!" Fleur gasped. Bill released her from his fierce hug and grinned at her. Fleur smiled back.
"You really are pleased!" She said. Bill kissed her again, though he didn't nearly knock her over like last time.
"Hell yeah." He said.
A/N: I am so tired. I've been reading the book series "Twilight" for almost a week now non-stop until i finished (I seriously recomend this series to any mourning HP fan) (or anyone really).
I think this is too rediculously short for me. I'm sorry the chapters are getting shorter and shorter. I promise i will write one that is longer-just because i love you all that much.
I'm not sure whether i like this too much, but this does go out for BollywoodRocks, who requested a BF hug. Bill and Fleur don't get too many stories about them, so i'm adding one to the list.
I hope you liked it, reviews are always appreciated, until next time-
-Moon. : D