Imagine being Bill Weasley's wife, and giving him the silent treatment.
Bill was watching you, admiring you more like, as you put together breakfast. It was a funny sort of morning, with you ignoring him completely and yet, you were still making him a plate, not letting him go hungry just because you were annoyed with him. He knew he had been doing little things to bother you throughout the night, keeping you up with his constant affection, distracting you while you were trying to read a book. You were just too cute though, he couldn’t help himself - he felt like a puppy with a new owner, and was just trying to get their attention. His chest pressed against your back when he couldn’t take it anymore, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Why are you so beautiful in the mornings, it’s not fair,” He mumbled to you, trying to see if he could break through your grumpy facade, but not to no avail. You just moved past him to put slices of bread in the muggle toaster. “Come on, Mrs Weasley,” He teased lightly. “Give me something.” What you did was give him an annoyed roll of your eyes. Mrs Weasley. Yes, technically, that was you, but after calling Molly that for so long, it felt like you didn’t deserve the moniker. It was one thing to hear it at work in a professional environment, but your own husband? Bill sighed again and decided to help, getting the orange juice and the jam that he knew that you liked out of the fridge when a sneaky little idea came to him. With all of his strength, he tightened the lid of the jam jar while you weren’t looking, in the hopes that you couldn’t open it and would have to ask him for help. Eggs were sizzling in the frying pan. You poured out two glasses of juice, sipping on one, and putting the other into your husband’s hand without a word. The toast popped from the toaster, and you set it on the plates, and set about opening the jam jar. Bill brought the glass of orange juice to his lips to avoid letting you catch the smile that was on his face as you struggled, your eyebrows furrowing. You looked up to your husband with an open mouth, but oh, you caught that expression. “You spend too much time with your brothers,” You told him, your first words of the day, and tapped the jar lid with your wand, which uncapped it easily. Bill still chuckled onto himself, feeling the victory of getting even those words.
Requested by: Anonymous
