He was being incredibly stupid and rash and crazy and completely un-Will-like but to hell with all of that!
It was his birthday, he could Apparate, and he wanted to do something he'd been aching to do for about two months now, and especially felt the need to do.
The worst that could happen was that he'd get smacked. Or killed, by her Quidditch star boyfriend.
Suddenly, she became very conscious about her new hair color. What if he didn't like it? More nervous than she should be,
and that Anneliese was amazing and needed a boyfriend that would protect her and be there all the time and…
"I---" Shit, fuck, God damn it all! He couldn't---no, this was wrong and he should just Apparate away, but she looked so pretty, and she'd remembered his birthday!
So he took a breath and took her hand as well, tugging her forward and planting a kiss right on her lips.
Snogging her! In the process of snogging. Right now!
But, oh how she just wanted to so much. But she couldn’t! She couldn’t, she couldn’t! This wasn’t Fabian, Will was Will.
Anneliese clutched onto Will’s hands tightly with her eyes shut tight and kissed him back because she had no clue what was going on or what this meant, but she knew it felt right.
Holy shit she didn't smack me.
She wanted to kiss him! Will was kissing Anneliese and they were going to get into so much trouble but he didn't care because he'd finally kissed her.
...but this girl had been driving him crazy and caused him to be rash and actually go after something he wanted.
Now, why on earth would Will actually look for Anneliese?
Holding his breath, and still with a tight grip on the door, Will appeared in the window of the door, sending Anneliese signals with his free hand that said 'I can't hear you' or 'The door, it's stuck!'
“WAHHAAGAHH!” Anneliese yelled as she flew back from the door, simply terrified of Will’s head in the door way. It might have helped if she hadn’t had her face plastered to the glass, but she did get scared easily enough.
Oh hell now he had better let her in.
"Promise not to kill me!"
"He doesn't deserve you, Anneliese, you deserve so much better and I know I'm not anything special, I'm not a prefect or captain or anything, but I…I fancy you…"
He fancied her? William Jugson. Her. Anneliese. As in, wanting her to be- and he-
“Don’t be sorry! There’s nothing to be sorry about! You- you and I and, we - ”
"Don't be sorry?"
There was a grin on William Jugson's face, a real, bona fide grin, and it widened even more at the sight of Anneliese Rosenberg.
Feckin' hell, he hoped she'd do that forever, for him.
"Celebration time!"
...she was all flushed and he'd heard her screaming and it was just so awesomeandamazingandesjdgknsgj
"Jaysus, I need to win matches more often--"
"Slytherin winning--- veeerrrryyyy good."
"You're a fabulous snog when you're extremely happy,"
Because--well, there was the very wonderfully naked body of Anneliese Rosenberg lying beside him, sleeping quietly under the covers.
Sleep, go back to sleep.
"Wake upppppp," "Sleeeeep,"
"We are sooo going to get caught,"
"Willlll," "Oh, hell,"
If anyone had done anything to Anneliese--he didn't care if he got sent to Azkaban, people were going to feel his wrath for the next century, "I swear, Anneliese, if anyone hurt you---"
"I'm--- I'm--- pregnant."
Anneliese Jugson, Anneliese Jugson--- she was finally married now.
Oh, she really did love weddings. No, she really did love her wedding. And Will, she loved him too.
You know, this could have gone a lot worse.
So, that meant all Anneliese had to do was wait for him to come knocking, and then slam the door in his face.
It would be a lot easier to understand and analyze if she wasn't so ridiculously pregnant.
Will loved Anneliese more than any other person in the world, he valued her above it all, but when she was being a pain in the ass, he had no problem letting her know it.
He thought the future of her child (Henry was no longer his anymore, just like how she was taking away the middle name) was something to smirk about?
"Pompous--- complete--- BOVINE!"
Would she let him read it?
He wanted to read it eventually, if she'd let him, so he definitely needed to play nice right now.
"I think it's kind of cool that you write. It's a talent."
"I'll tell you what, if I get published, then you can read my book." "With Henry as our witness, do we have a deal?" "Deal."
"So, what's it about?" Never said he wouldn't ask for a synopsis.
I need a lot of pumpkins.
Henry?
DEDALUS HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN YOU REALLY ARE ABOUT TO HAVE A BABY?
SO SORRY FOR NOT AUTOMATICALLY CALLING TO THE PERSON WHO INFLICTED THIS PAIN ON ME IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Just remember this when those nominations for Husband of the Year come up.
Remember how much you love me? / Most of the time, yes.
WE CAN NEVER GET HENRY BACK BECAUSE HE IS THERE, WILL, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?? / You gave away our baby. Nice. / I PANICKED
IF YOU THINK SEX IS ENOUGH TO DISTRACT ME FROM THIS YOU ARE WRONG, SIR! / WELL EXCUSE ME!
That means I get to read it now! A deal's a deal, Jugson!
WE'RE MOVING TO FRANCE!!!!
I have to learn French! / I'll give you some private lessons.
Tu es pour moi la plus belle. / I don't know what that means but it looks pretty.
I smell like pumpkins.
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