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Bill was reorganizing his and Charlie’s old room in the Burrow when the door creaked open. He turned around and saw Harry at the door. The teenager stood nervously for no reason that Bill could tell, at the least.
Bill noticed with a fond smile that Harry’s hair was tamer but not tamed, thank god, and still messy, with little tufts of hair sticking out. The teen’s emerald eyes flicked from Bill, to the walls, to his feet, and back to Bill again. Bill thought it was particularly cute. Hold up. Hold up. Cute? Bill groaned to himself, he was not interested in his brother’s TEENAGE friend.
“Hey Harry, what can I do for you?” Bill responded, asking politely, grin on his lips. He observed Harry as the short teen took a nervous step into the room and opened his mouth but shut it again.
Bill watched Harry’s finger curl together and unfold again, his index finger scratching at his palm. This was a nervous habit Percy had done all his life, and it felt off to see Harry doing it. Bill had to resist the urge to stand up and kindly redirect his scratching before he started to bleed.
“Uh, I was wondering, well, uh,” Harry paused, putting his head in his hands, before looking back up at Bill, “Where’d you get your piercing?”
Bill grinned at the mention of his, ‘oh-so-hated’ by his mother, piercings and beckoned Harry to come closer.
He positioned his mouth right by Harry’s ear before whispering, “I did it myself, don’t tell mum though, I told her it’s not possible to take out.” Bill knew for a fact he shouldn’t be flirting with the teen but he couldn’t stop himself, and that was very, very problematic.
The younger boy was just, too pretty, for his own good. Raven black hair, messy but perfect, those gorgeous eyes, and his little pouty lips. Bill wanted to kiss them til they were swollen. Harry flushed and took a reluctant step back.
“Will you do me?” Harry asked, “My piercing, I mean” he rushed to clarify.
Bill winked at the teen, “Sure, but maybe save the first one for when you’re of age, you’re cute, but probably not worth jail time.” Bill was somewhat proud of his flirting but also mildly horrified at himself.
Harry flushed and stuttered before Bill continued, “So, where do you want your piercing?” Good, Bill, professional, be professional, he thought to himself.
Harry regained his composure, “My ear, the right one.”
Bill raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, silently an echo of ‘the gay ear…’ ran through his head, “Sit on the bed over there, I’ll find a needle.”
Harry sat down on the bed, tense, fingers dug into the sheets. Bill re-entered the room shortly after, and sat next to Harry on the bed. He placed a hand on the younger’s shoulder, comfortingly, rubbing his back.
Bill saw the tenseness in Harry’s body and looked at him, “Hey, Harry, you’re fine, it’s not going to hurt much, don’t worry.” He smiled.
Harry’s emerald green eyes met Bill’s pale blue ones, and Harry felt himself relax. Bill smiled at that, he didn’t like that the teen was so nervous, had someone hurt him? Why would he be so nervous around Bill and the needle? Bill filed the thought away for later and focused on the present.
After Harry had relaxed, Bill showed him the needle again, “This is how I’ll pierce you, and I’ve got an extra fang earring you can use until you find your own style.” Harry nodded, looking grateful.
Secretly, Bill very much wanted to see Harry in his fang earring, it almost felt like he was leaving his mark on Harry. Like, if he couldn’t date Harry, at least Harry always had something to remind him of Bill. Bill selfishly hoped that Harry would never find his own style.
“Thanks Bill,” Harry murmured.
Bill grinned, “Always up to piss off mum,” he declared before suddenly pricking Harry’s ear. Harry yelped and Bill triumphantly placed the earring in Harry’s ear. Bill grinned at the cute anger on the teen’s face and secured the earring.
“You said it wouldn’t hurt,” Harry complained after a minute or two.
Bill grinned, and pressed a kiss to the teen’s forehead, “I lied.”
Harry flushed at the contact and Bill tucked a strand of unruly hair behind Harry’s ear. “Go show them they can't control you, alright Haz?” The nickname? Bill wasn’t sure why it came out, but he wasn’t going to take it back.
“Haz?” Harry questioned, but the redhead only grinned, “And what do you mean control me?” Harry followed up, confused.
Bill smiled at him softly, “Just, think for yourself alright? You don’t have to do shit just because Dumbledore or someone else wants you to. You’re a teenager, not a soldier. Let the adults do the fighting, ok?”
Harry stared at him, “Who would fight if not me?” he asked. Bill stared at him, shocked at how Harry seemed to think it was normal for a teenager to be fighting.
“I’ll fight for you, alright? If nobody else is willing to fight your wars, I will.” He declared, hugging Harry flush to his chest. Harry tucked his head into Bill’s toned abdomen, and accepted the embrace. He seemed content to be in Bill’s arms.
Bill softly and slowly pressed his lips to Harry’s, almost laughing when Harry’s eyes fluttered shut. He pulled away and Harry leaned further forward. “A couple more years, alright kid?” Harry sighed but nodded, pouting.
Harry stood up, taking the cue to leave, thanked Bill one last time, and reluctantly left the room. Bill grinned despite himself, running a hand through his long hair, he was definitely screwed, and head over heels for that unruly teen.
Bill walked downstairs slowly. He soon found himself leaning against the kitchen doorway, listening to the sweet, sweet sound of Molly Weasley, screaming bloody murder at the earring in Harry’s ear. He listened as Remus helped Arthur to calm her down, and Tonks grinned and high-fived Harry.
Remus eyed Bill in the doorway, clearly skeptical about how the piercing got there, and also probably Bill’s intentions with Harry. Unfortunately for Remus, Bill only shrugged and grinned, leaving him to only guess. Bill and Harry locked eyes for a moment, Bill winked and Harry turned away, the tip of his newly pierced ear dusted with pink.