Title: The Weasley Weddings~Part I: Bill
Author: Lady Win
E-Mail: Ladywin31@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 2
Comments: Hi! Thank you so much to all of you who reviewed. I love you guys! Thank
you so much, I hope you like this chapter too. Please review again! Just one more thing: I
do not own any characters or places that you recognize or have heard of through J.K.
Rowling's books. All of those characters belong to her and Warner Brothers. All other
characters and places are copyright 2001 Lady Win.
*~*~*
Gwen awoke with a pounding headache and a violent pain that seemed to
encompass her entire body. She tried to move but a strong but gentle hand held her down.
When she tried to open her eyes and could not she started to panic.
"You need to rest. Try to relax," a smooth voice told her.
"Where am I?" was her weak reply.
"Safe," the voice said as a cool cloth was placed on her forehead and a blanket
that covered her was shifted. With a moan of what might have been pain or contentment,
she fell, once again, into a dreamless sleep.
*~*~*
Who are you, was all William Weasley could think. Who are you and what do
you want with the Pharaoh's Door.
Most people called him Bill, which was, as he preferred. Treasure hunter for
Gringotts Wizard Bank was his official title but he preferred tomb raider, it sounded so
much more adventurous. He was tall and lean, with tan skin pulled tightly over taunt
muscles that grew from years of manual labor. His hair was a fiery red that he had
recently cut to his shoulders in what he hoped was a somewhat rugged look. His eyes
were a brilliant blue with hints of smoky gray within their depths.
When the women stirred, he moved to her side with the grace of a dancer and
leaned over her small frame with hints of worry in his eyes. She had been out cold for
almost seven hours. A very long seven hours, seven hours he could have spent looking
for the sacred room of the gods, which contained all the treasures that Pharaohs insisted
upon taking with them into the afterworld.
She asked for water and by her speech he could tell she was sleeping. Never the
less, he poured a small amount of liquid down her throat. She murmured something,
which he assumed was thanks, and slipped back into her dreams. He knelt next to her,
brushed a lock of her hair away from her fairy-like face and wondered for what must
have been the millionth time who she was.
She defiantly wasn't another tomb raider. As far as he or any of his sources knew,
no one else knew of the sacred room of the gods. And even if she was, the spell on the
door was a simple sucking spell, a first year wizard would know how to block the effects
of the spell or at least lessen them. He assumed from that point she wasn't a witch, he
also had searched her for a wand.
The only things he had found on her person was a few strange pieces of paper,
which he assumed was some form of muggle money, a pencil, a hair tie, and a tape
recorder. He listened to the tape, he felt that if he was taking care of her he at least
deserved to know a little bit about her, and none of it made sense. It was all a bunch of
random tidbits of information about some women named Cleopatra who ever that was.
With a small grin and a shrug, he turned away from the sleeping women and
started to pour over multiple maps of the pyramid, trying to figure out where the sacred
room might be hiding.
*~*~*
A few hours later, Gwen awoke again and successfully opened her eyes.
Wherever she was, it was very dimly lit; a single torch illuminated the room. Boxes with
odd words on them such as "Gringotts" seemed to be everywhere in the cramped room.
Bags and odd-looking tools were scattered around the room, along with rolls of blueprint
paper and books written in languages she could recognize.
While taking in her surroundings, Gwen spotted a tall man hunched over a
makeshift table with a pencil in one hand and a book in another. Dangerous was the first
word that popped into her mind. This was a man not to be crossed. The way his shirt
flowed over this torso told of the muscles that would be found beneath. Handsome was
the second word to come to mind. The way his jeans fit over slim hips and long legs was
simply delicious.
When she tried to sit up she issued a moan of pain and the stranger's attention was
immediately on her. Within seconds he was kneeling beside her helping her rise.
"You better take it slow," he told her with a slight grin. "You've had quite a fall."
"How long have I been sleeping," she inquired before taking a small sip from the
cup he offered.
"About nine hours," he replied with a glance at his watch. "You hungry?"
Before she could respond, her stomach did for her by letting out a loud rumble.
"Starving," she said with a sly grin. "What's for dinner?"
After a look into one of the many bags that littered the room, he took out a can
and replied: "Soup."
He turned to light a fire for dinner but a hand at his wrist stopped him. He gazed
into her eyes and for a moment she forgot everything else in the world. His eyes are so
beautiful was all she could think. I could gaze into them forever.
"Did you want something?" he asked with a mild annoyance.
With a blush she dropped her eyes and her hand, "I just wanted to know your
name."
"Weasley, Bill Weasley," he told her with a slight humor in his eyes.
"I'm Gwen, Gwen Pierce," she said, her eyes meting his in another clash of blue
and green.
"Well, hello Gwen," he responded and held out a hand.
"Hello Bill," she grinned back with a firm shake.
*~*~*
What do you guys think. Please review. Thanks a bunch! ~Win
Author: Lady Win
E-Mail: Ladywin31@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 2
Comments: Hi! Thank you so much to all of you who reviewed. I love you guys! Thank
you so much, I hope you like this chapter too. Please review again! Just one more thing: I
do not own any characters or places that you recognize or have heard of through J.K.
Rowling's books. All of those characters belong to her and Warner Brothers. All other
characters and places are copyright 2001 Lady Win.
*~*~*
Gwen awoke with a pounding headache and a violent pain that seemed to
encompass her entire body. She tried to move but a strong but gentle hand held her down.
When she tried to open her eyes and could not she started to panic.
"You need to rest. Try to relax," a smooth voice told her.
"Where am I?" was her weak reply.
"Safe," the voice said as a cool cloth was placed on her forehead and a blanket
that covered her was shifted. With a moan of what might have been pain or contentment,
she fell, once again, into a dreamless sleep.
*~*~*
Who are you, was all William Weasley could think. Who are you and what do
you want with the Pharaoh's Door.
Most people called him Bill, which was, as he preferred. Treasure hunter for
Gringotts Wizard Bank was his official title but he preferred tomb raider, it sounded so
much more adventurous. He was tall and lean, with tan skin pulled tightly over taunt
muscles that grew from years of manual labor. His hair was a fiery red that he had
recently cut to his shoulders in what he hoped was a somewhat rugged look. His eyes
were a brilliant blue with hints of smoky gray within their depths.
When the women stirred, he moved to her side with the grace of a dancer and
leaned over her small frame with hints of worry in his eyes. She had been out cold for
almost seven hours. A very long seven hours, seven hours he could have spent looking
for the sacred room of the gods, which contained all the treasures that Pharaohs insisted
upon taking with them into the afterworld.
She asked for water and by her speech he could tell she was sleeping. Never the
less, he poured a small amount of liquid down her throat. She murmured something,
which he assumed was thanks, and slipped back into her dreams. He knelt next to her,
brushed a lock of her hair away from her fairy-like face and wondered for what must
have been the millionth time who she was.
She defiantly wasn't another tomb raider. As far as he or any of his sources knew,
no one else knew of the sacred room of the gods. And even if she was, the spell on the
door was a simple sucking spell, a first year wizard would know how to block the effects
of the spell or at least lessen them. He assumed from that point she wasn't a witch, he
also had searched her for a wand.
The only things he had found on her person was a few strange pieces of paper,
which he assumed was some form of muggle money, a pencil, a hair tie, and a tape
recorder. He listened to the tape, he felt that if he was taking care of her he at least
deserved to know a little bit about her, and none of it made sense. It was all a bunch of
random tidbits of information about some women named Cleopatra who ever that was.
With a small grin and a shrug, he turned away from the sleeping women and
started to pour over multiple maps of the pyramid, trying to figure out where the sacred
room might be hiding.
*~*~*
A few hours later, Gwen awoke again and successfully opened her eyes.
Wherever she was, it was very dimly lit; a single torch illuminated the room. Boxes with
odd words on them such as "Gringotts" seemed to be everywhere in the cramped room.
Bags and odd-looking tools were scattered around the room, along with rolls of blueprint
paper and books written in languages she could recognize.
While taking in her surroundings, Gwen spotted a tall man hunched over a
makeshift table with a pencil in one hand and a book in another. Dangerous was the first
word that popped into her mind. This was a man not to be crossed. The way his shirt
flowed over this torso told of the muscles that would be found beneath. Handsome was
the second word to come to mind. The way his jeans fit over slim hips and long legs was
simply delicious.
When she tried to sit up she issued a moan of pain and the stranger's attention was
immediately on her. Within seconds he was kneeling beside her helping her rise.
"You better take it slow," he told her with a slight grin. "You've had quite a fall."
"How long have I been sleeping," she inquired before taking a small sip from the
cup he offered.
"About nine hours," he replied with a glance at his watch. "You hungry?"
Before she could respond, her stomach did for her by letting out a loud rumble.
"Starving," she said with a sly grin. "What's for dinner?"
After a look into one of the many bags that littered the room, he took out a can
and replied: "Soup."
He turned to light a fire for dinner but a hand at his wrist stopped him. He gazed
into her eyes and for a moment she forgot everything else in the world. His eyes are so
beautiful was all she could think. I could gaze into them forever.
"Did you want something?" he asked with a mild annoyance.
With a blush she dropped her eyes and her hand, "I just wanted to know your
name."
"Weasley, Bill Weasley," he told her with a slight humor in his eyes.
"I'm Gwen, Gwen Pierce," she said, her eyes meting his in another clash of blue
and green.
"Well, hello Gwen," he responded and held out a hand.
"Hello Bill," she grinned back with a firm shake.
*~*~*
What do you guys think. Please review. Thanks a bunch! ~Win
