Disclaim: I am not J.K. Rowling. I own nothing (except Elizabeth). Don't sue me, not that I have any money to sue for; I don't even have a job. Now I'm depressed. Anyway.

An Accidental Marriage by Me Chapter 1: Average, Ordinary Life

It was on a surprisingly warm day that Elizabeth Halverstone moved into her microscopic apartment, conveniently located in the cheapest district in London within walking distance of The Leaky Cauldron, and therefore Diagon Alley. She had only decided to move to London last week, after having considered the move for well over a year; but it wasn't until her grandfather's funeral last week that she decided working for the Order of the Phoenix was something she could do. So she packed her bags and moved; and after only five days of searching: found an apartment (albeit a closet masquerading as a apartment).
Despite her good luck in finding an apartment so quickly, it would be apparent to any emotionally dense moron that Elizabeth was not feeling fortunate. On the contrary, carrying heavy boxes up two flights of stairs, combined with the heat, had left her once crisp shirt clinging to her torso.
It also didn't help her mood that the men she had hired to move her heavy furniture had the combined I.Q. of a sea monkey and the attention span of a nap deprive kinder gardener. She had watched as they battered her bookshelf against the wall and said nothing; but when they dropped her grandfather's chair in the hallway she snapped at them to be more careful.
Elizabeth decided what she needed was a steamy bath followed by a tour of muggle London; she only prayed that she made it throughout the afternoon without cursing one of the moving men to Tibet, that she thought would create a whole deal of trouble with the ministry that she wasn't prepared to deal with. So she continued to cart large boxes up two flights of stairs, wishing she could use magic; however seeing as her apartment was located in the muggle world that didn't seem like much of an option.
Thankfully she made it through the afternoon without significant drama; unless you were to consider modifying the memory of one mover, after inadvertently setting what was left of his hair on fire, significant drama.
It was just as our protagonist was about to lie down on her squishy couch that there came a knock from the door. Cursing the Gods for interrupting her attempt at a nap, Elizabeth opened the door and unconsciously smoothed her hair as she came face-to-face with Bill Weasley: object of many late night fantasies.
Bill was the reason Elizabeth was currently in England. Not that she had joined the Order only to be with him, though that was a part of it, no, Elizabeth had met Bill seven years ago in Egypt; where she had moved, from Palo Alto, California, in order to study and work in Hyperbaric Medical Labs (HML) in Cairo. They quickly became friends, now best friends; it wasn't until they had known one another for three years that Elizabeth began to see Bill, as the cliché says, 'in a new light.' She never told Bill how she felt; because, as she told herself, there was always something stopping her, like his numerous girlfriends. Elizabeth had to leave HML last year in order to help her mom in caring for her sick grandfather. Now she was in England, working for the Order in trying to stop He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named, and now staring at Bill Weasley.
"Hey, Liz. See you've moved in," he said as he peered into her cramped apartment.
"Quick on the uptake aren't you, Bill? How exactly did you know where to find me? I mean I haven't exactly told anyone I was here yet, much less told anyone that I now have an address."
"You shouldn't under estimate the powers of the Order."
"Apparently. So. why are you here? Not that I don't want you here; but I'm kind of busy. Unless you want to help me."
"Me, help. That's optimistic of you. Actually, thought I'd come visit. Maybe we could go out to dinner later."
"Fleur busy tonight? Have to resort to spending the night with me?"
"She is busy," he said, "but I want to talk to you," he added quickly, noticing the scowl on Elizabeth's face.
"Talk to me about what?"
"You know, how's life, how's Roco."
"Well, my apartment sucks, the weather sucks, oh yeah, and Roco died."
"Well. that's the Liz I know and love. I'm sorry about Roco, though. Finest hamster I ever met."
Was that sarcasm?
"Bite me."
"Huh?"
"Never mind, American expression."
"Meaning what exactly?" he asked while giving her the kind of smile that made her wish Fleur would go back to France.
"Ugh, just let me take a shower and then we can go out. I'm so gross right now."
"I can tell."
"Ha ha ha. Oh, and thanks for offering to help me move."
"I was busy today."
"What waiting for the exact time I was done moving so that you could show up at my door?"
"Something like that."
Fifteen minutes later, a personal best for Elizabeth, they headed out for Diagon Alley. As it was now the evening, the temperature had dropped and the trees that lined the street swayed, pushed by a wind that chilled Elizabeth's bare arms.
Is he blind? Elizabeth thought, can't he see I'm freezing? Give me your jacket you English jerk.
". so anyway how was.what's it called again?"
"California. It was okay; I got to visit all my old friends. Unfortunately, I was subjected to my mom's daily lecture on how my attitude is not helping me find a husband."
"Really wants a son-in-law, eh?"
"More like a grandchild. Or should I say six grandchildren. Apparently she thinks I will be having a litter and not children. Oh, sorry about that litter thing. How about you, I haven't seen you in such a long time and your letters were very vague. How have you been?"
"I had to be careful in case the letters were interrupted."
"Right, because if the Death Eaters found out about what you had for lunch or about your new earring the Order could be in some serious trouble."
"Oh, sarcasm from Little Lizzie, that's new."
"Stop avoiding the question. Give me the dirt. How's Fleur? Tire of her yet?"
"Actually, I have been thinking of asking her to marry me. I still have to think about it."
"Wow, don't you think that's really soon? I mean you've only known her, what, a year? She can barely speak English, what do you have in common? What do you guys talk about? Oh that's right, you guys don't really talk do you"
"Why are you acting like this? Just because you're miserable and don't have anyone you have to stop me from finding happiness?"
"Or, maybe, I'm a friend who thinks that your relationship with 'Frenchie' will hardly lead to a 'happy union'!"
"Not really any of your business, though, is it?"
"You're right. I mean, I'm only supposed to be your best friend; what do I care if you chain yourself to a girl who can't even pronounce your last name without adding like, what, six syllables! Knock yourself out, marry her! I'll even carry her train at the 'blessed' event!"
With that she stomped off; leaving Bill and half the population of England staring at her. Just as she was about to turn around the corner Bill grabbed her arm, spun her around, and stared at her in shock.
"Go home, calm down, and we'll talk after the Order meaning tomorrow. Okay?" he asked, hoping she would accept his attempt at a truce.
"Fine.fine. I'll just go home now then."
"Oh, and don't forget the meeting starts at noon; Dumbledore will make sure that you can find headquarters," he said softly.
With that he let go of her arm and walked down the street. Elizabeth watched him until he was lost in the crowd, all the while fighting the panic that threatened to overtake her.
Oh my gosh. How can he marry Her, that French Bitch. Elizabeth was shocked, you see, because for years she had watched Bill date countless beautiful women, never once appearing to be serious about any of them. And Elizabeth always assumed she would gain the courage to tell him of her feelings before he decided to settle down.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! What can I do? I need wine, thought Elizabeth and then she stomped the three blocks to her own personal hell hole.

Authors Note: Sorry it's so short. I will try to make the next chapter longer. Also please review; thus ensuring that I, neurotic freak that I am, won't feel under appreciated. Even bad reviews are welcome. Oh and have a great day.