Chapter 2
♦♦♦ "I thought I told you, this world is not for you" ♦♦♦
"There you are."
You turn, finding Bill jogging up to you.
"I've been looking everywhere for you, love," he sighs the moment he is beside you, "why'd you run off?"
You raise a brow at him, feeling a chill run down your spine when his hot hand comes to your bare back, "wearing this dress was a mistake."
Bill pulls his head back, examining your form fitting, drop-back dress, "what? Why would you say that?" he glides his nails up and down your spine, "you look stunning."
Goosebumps form on your arms, "look at what everyone else is wearing."
He doesn't. He tilts his head instead, "what does it matter what everyone else is wearing?"
"Because!" you quip under a whisper, taking a step closer, "this is a work gathering."
"It's a soiree," he squeezes your arms, brows knitting at the feel of your pricked skin. He rubs both of your biceps.
"Yeah," you huff, "with all your co-workers and bosses present."
"You look incredible, baby. Better than anyone here—"
"Bill-"
"I promise you, you wore the perfect dress for the occasion."
"That is not what they're saying."
His smile crumples into a weighted frown, "what?"
You lean your head into your hand.
"Who says?"
"It doesn't matt-"
"No, it does matter," he tilts his head, "did someone give you a hard time over your dress?"
You huff, taking his arm, "it wasn't like that. I just... I overheard a someone mutter something about 'Mr. Weasley's flaunty plus one'."
His jaw slacks.
"I didn't think my back would cause such a scene."
"It shouldn't," he snaps, looking around the room with narrows eyes, "how dare they speak of you like this when I only agreed to attend at your encouragement."
"Hey," you pout at him, "this is a big night for Gringotts."
He turns back to you, "so?"
You tilt your head and take his cheek, "Bill..." you smooth the crease between his brows, "you're one of the reasons why they're celebrating."
"It feels rather opposite right now," he turns to you, "I'd much rather help you pick out wallpaper for your shop."
You chuckle, tucking hair behind his ear, "your brothers already helped me pick out wallpaper, sweetheart."
His lips part, "... they did?"
You nod, "it's bright and floral," you rub his chin, "you'd hate it."
He purses his lips, leaning into you with a disagreeing headshake, "I could never hate something you like."
You chuckle, causing his lips to curl upward. Your eyes widen when he pulls you in for a kiss, feeling his tongue dart out to your lips. You and immediately pull away, "William Arthur Weasley."
"What?" he secures a hand on your hip.
"As if it's not bad enough—"
"Darling, they're already talking," he cuts you off, "might as well give them someone interesting to talk about."