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100quills Teenyfic: Birthday Blues
Title: Birthday Blues
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angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 650
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 26: sing
A/N: Also written forxnevillelovingx’s 30 Days of Neville Fest … birthday free-for-all.
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
The heat was nearly unbearable – July was always a warm month, but Bill Weasley was beginning to believe what those Muggle scientists were saying about global warming. Egypt had been hot, but not nearly as humid as it was in England this summer, and he always found it was the humidity that made the heat worse. Thank Merlin for Cooling Charms.
Bill Apparated home after scouring Diagon Alley for the perfect birthday gift for Neville. He hadn’t found it yet, and was planning to continue his search in Muggle London tomorrow. It was going to be the first birthday they celebrated as a married couple, and the romantic in Bill – buried, as it was, somewhere under the wolf – wanted it to be particularly special.
He found Neville in the sitting room, staring blankly at the Floo, almost looking as if he’d just received some bad news. Neville looked up as Bill entered the room.
“Why the long face, love?” Bill asked, but he had a feeling he already knew the answer. This would also be Neville’s first birthday since his Gran had passed on, which was another reason Bill wanted everything to be just so.
“Just thinking.” Neville’s voice had a melancholy tone to it that matched his expression.
Bill joined Neville on the sofa, draped an arm around the younger man’s shoulders, and nestled his head under his own. “I know this could be a difficult question for you to answer, but I spoke to Mum today, and she wants to know if we’ll have dinner at the Burrow for your birthday.”
“I know, I spoke to Harry today – he told me she wants to do one great big double birthday party for the two of us, since we’re both turning thirty.”
“It’s completely up to you, you know. We could just do a quiet birthday dinner here if you’d prefer.” Bill’s tone was soothing, low with a hint of a growl to it. Neville sighed and relaxed against him.
“It’s just that—Gran was planning my birthday party when she got sick. I don’t think anyone expected her to go so quickly.” Neville looked up at Bill, unshed tears shining in his eyes. “I want to honour her memory. In a way, I feel like it would be too soon to have a party but I don’t want to ignore your Mum’s offer either.”
“It’s late. Let’s get some sleep, and we can talk more about it tomorrow. Your birthday is still a week away – we have time.” Bill stood, and offered his hand. Neville grasped it firmly, allowed Bill to pull him up from the sofa, and followed his husband to the bedroom.
*~*
“Happy birthday, mate!” Harry grinned at Neville, and offered him a tumbler of firewhisky.
“Happy birthday to you,” Neville returned, as he took the glass from Harry. “It’s a lovely party, isn’t it?” Neville raised his glass, clinking it against Harry’s.
Rather than using the Burrow, they’d decided to have their joint birthday party at Longbottom Manor, in honour of Neville’s grandmother. The people gathered were mostly family, which meant there was a lot of red hair in the room, but also meant that Neville and Harry both felt loved, between brothers- and sisters-in-law, nieces, nephews, and of course, Arthur and Molly.
Neville’s brown eyes scanned the room, looking for Bill. He’d disappeared with Charlie soon after the party started, and Neville was beginning to wonder what the brothers were up to.
The sound of a familiar tune drifted in from the garden. Neville looked out though the French doors, and was surprised to see the string trio they’d heard in a concert while on their honeymoon in Romania. Fronting them was his husband, singing in his rich baritone.
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Neville,
Happy Birthday to you!
It was truly Neville’s best birthday party ever.
Author:
angela_snapePairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 650
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 26: sing
A/N: Also written for
xnevillelovingx’s 30 Days of Neville Fest … birthday free-for-all.Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
The heat was nearly unbearable – July was always a warm month, but Bill Weasley was beginning to believe what those Muggle scientists were saying about global warming. Egypt had been hot, but not nearly as humid as it was in England this summer, and he always found it was the humidity that made the heat worse. Thank Merlin for Cooling Charms.
Bill Apparated home after scouring Diagon Alley for the perfect birthday gift for Neville. He hadn’t found it yet, and was planning to continue his search in Muggle London tomorrow. It was going to be the first birthday they celebrated as a married couple, and the romantic in Bill – buried, as it was, somewhere under the wolf – wanted it to be particularly special.
He found Neville in the sitting room, staring blankly at the Floo, almost looking as if he’d just received some bad news. Neville looked up as Bill entered the room.
“Why the long face, love?” Bill asked, but he had a feeling he already knew the answer. This would also be Neville’s first birthday since his Gran had passed on, which was another reason Bill wanted everything to be just so.
“Just thinking.” Neville’s voice had a melancholy tone to it that matched his expression.
Bill joined Neville on the sofa, draped an arm around the younger man’s shoulders, and nestled his head under his own. “I know this could be a difficult question for you to answer, but I spoke to Mum today, and she wants to know if we’ll have dinner at the Burrow for your birthday.”
“I know, I spoke to Harry today – he told me she wants to do one great big double birthday party for the two of us, since we’re both turning thirty.”
“It’s completely up to you, you know. We could just do a quiet birthday dinner here if you’d prefer.” Bill’s tone was soothing, low with a hint of a growl to it. Neville sighed and relaxed against him.
“It’s just that—Gran was planning my birthday party when she got sick. I don’t think anyone expected her to go so quickly.” Neville looked up at Bill, unshed tears shining in his eyes. “I want to honour her memory. In a way, I feel like it would be too soon to have a party but I don’t want to ignore your Mum’s offer either.”
“It’s late. Let’s get some sleep, and we can talk more about it tomorrow. Your birthday is still a week away – we have time.” Bill stood, and offered his hand. Neville grasped it firmly, allowed Bill to pull him up from the sofa, and followed his husband to the bedroom.
*~*
“Happy birthday, mate!” Harry grinned at Neville, and offered him a tumbler of firewhisky.
“Happy birthday to you,” Neville returned, as he took the glass from Harry. “It’s a lovely party, isn’t it?” Neville raised his glass, clinking it against Harry’s.
Rather than using the Burrow, they’d decided to have their joint birthday party at Longbottom Manor, in honour of Neville’s grandmother. The people gathered were mostly family, which meant there was a lot of red hair in the room, but also meant that Neville and Harry both felt loved, between brothers- and sisters-in-law, nieces, nephews, and of course, Arthur and Molly.
Neville’s brown eyes scanned the room, looking for Bill. He’d disappeared with Charlie soon after the party started, and Neville was beginning to wonder what the brothers were up to.
The sound of a familiar tune drifted in from the garden. Neville looked out though the French doors, and was surprised to see the string trio they’d heard in a concert while on their honeymoon in Romania. Fronting them was his husband, singing in his rich baritone.
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Neville,
Happy Birthday to you!
It was truly Neville’s best birthday party ever.
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