A Weasley Mess *ON HOLD - REWRITE*

XI.Planning your doom

Let the sass commence! I hope you're having a nice weekend, I'm stuck on the couch with a stuffy nose. I've got plans to go running tomorrow though, I might or might not survive.

Did that really happen? Had she just spent hours on a Brazilian beach with Bill?

She had gotten back to the burrow pretty late, the clock striking nearly three when she and Bill had landed back in the cold night. They had stood there for a moment, smiling kinda awkwardly as Bill didn't let go of her hand immediately.

The Sparks that never wanted to die out made her skin tingle like a thousand feathers fell down on it.

"You're doing it again." She said. A frown creasing her forehead. Bill let his other hand reach out to touch where she crinkled her skin. Gently he stroked it as she relaxed her face.

"I can't help that your magic is faulty." He chuckled, watching the almost evil glint in her eyes. Man, she was something else.

"It's not faulty, you're just mucking up my self control." He put one finger under her chin, looking down at her deep, blue eyes. Those doe like eyes that would look at him with mischief, happiness and occasionally a little malice. It was quite a feat not to be run over by the tornado that was Claire Dubois.

"I can make it worse, you know." She pouted, looking up at him through severe eyes.

"No fair."

"But that's up to you, you have... Four days." He beamed.

And then they had gone back inside, both carefully sneaking up to their own bedrooms. Luckily Ginny had been fast asleep - Claire did not want to tell the young Weasley about her night. Man, she just wanted to ponder on it herself.

She slept in mercifully long that morning, not getting out of bed until 10. Not even Ginny had tried to wake her up and she guessed that the younger girl was trying to butter her up.

As she finally woke up, after a little under seven hours of sleep she payed there stretching in the empty bedroom. She could hear the family chaos going on downstairs, everyone seeming to be located at the kitchen. They were probably already done with breakfast and planning some sort of mischief. Yet she only felt like reading a book today, reading a book and avoiding eye contact with Bill Weasley.

That or... She could always plan up some mischief. Oh yes, she would drive Bill as mad as he drove her.

With some determination Claire got out off bed and started to dig through her bigger-than-possible suitcase. She opted for comfort, yet the type of comfort that would make sure he noticed her.

After pulling on teal yoga pants and an awfully muggle-esque t-shirt she braided her hair down the front of her shoulder and slip on some comfy slippers. She trotted downstairs and beamed tiredly as most of the current clan sat around the table.

"About time!" Grinned the twins, petting the seat next to George.

Claire grabbed some food and sat down next to the twins, drinking coffee like it was her new religion. Nobody commented anything about her absence, or Bill's for that matter - so they probably didn't know.

Speaking of Bill, he sat at the end of the table with a chagrin smile.

"Slept well?" Grinned Ginny, knowing all too well that Claire must've come in very late to miss her notice.

"Excellent in fact!" She grinned back, digging into her breakfast.

"So, aren't you a little underdressed for Quiddich?" Fred pointed out, staring at her rather flamboyant cozy wear.