Bill's Memory
"Mum, I'm home." Bill walked into the kitchen of the Burrow as he called his greetings to his mother. Molly Weasley was standing in front of the stove magically stirring a pot of noodles in boiling water.
"Hello, darling. Which one's following you around this time?" Molly asked, referring to the way her young grandchildren from Charlie and Percy followed Bill everywhere when he was home visiting. Bill was the cool uncle of the bunch, simply because he lived in a different country and had long hair and an earring.
"Cheyenne. She wants me to bring her some fang earrings the next I come home." Bill chuckled as he looked towards the doorway to the living room and saw Cheyenne peaking around the doorframe.
"You know Bill, the way these children love you, you would be a great father. You really ought to find a girl and settle down. And if you got rid of that earring and that hair you'd have no trouble getting a wife." Molly was already on her two favorite subjects: getting Bill married and changing the way he looked.
"Mum, I'm just 29, I've got plenty of time to give you more grandkids. I don't really see why you need more though. You've already got four and that's just from Charlie and Percy. And the earring and the hair stay." He gave his mother a hug and a smile and then walked out of the room, while muttering, "Only been in the house five minutes and already on me about my hair. You'd think she could give me till after Christmas in the very least."
As he headed up the stairs, still muttering, he past Hermione coming down. "Hello, Hermione."
"Hello Bill. Molly giving you a hard time already?"
"Yes. How'd you know?"
"Seeing as the walls have ears, namely the portraits, conversations in this house not spoken quietly enough travel quickly. See you at supper." Hermione smiled at Bill and hurried down the stairs. At the bottom she turned and called up, "I like your hair and earring though. Molly's not wrong about much, but she is about that." With that she walked down the last two steps. Bill finished going up, contemplating what Hermione had just said. He didn't know what to make of her liking his earring and hair, but he did know now how Molly and Arthur always knew what he was up to while he lived at home.
Bill's present
"Honey, are you done reading?" Hermione had walked up behind Bill and had bent down to his level.
"Huh? Wha—oh, done? No not really, I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Just the first time I really spoke to you as more than just my little brother's best friend, ten years my junior."
"And I guess that ten years is what kept you talking to me all those years?"
"As a matter of fact yes, it was, but then after that short conversation on the stairs I realized you were one of the few people, besides my nieces and nephews, who liked my earring and hair. And your common sense helped too." Bill then pulled his wife of five years onto his lap and kissed her. Hermione fingered the fang hanging from his ear, as she had taken to doing while they kissed since she no longer had his hair to undue.
A/n: This is the 2nd chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks to my two reviewers who have already read the 1st Chap. Remember reviews are what makes the world go round, at least the Fan Fiction world.
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