You wake slowly, wrapped in warmth that is not just the blankets.

An arm is draped around your waist, heavy and secure, fingers absently tracing lazy shapes against your side. You do not open your eyes right away. You do not need to. You already know it is Bill.

He has been awake for a while.

You can tell by the way his thumb moves, unhurried, like he has nowhere else to be. By the quiet rise and fall of his chest behind you. By the faint smile you feel against your hair when you shift slightly, half asleep and searching for him.

“Morning, sleepy,” he murmurs, voice low and rough in that way it only ever is first thing in the morning.

You hum in response, pressing back into him. His arm tightens instantly, like that was exactly what he was waiting for. The Burrow creaks softly around you. Pipes, stairs, distant clatter that might be someone already in the kitchen. But in here, it is just warm and slow and safe.

You finally crack one eye open.

Bill is propped up on one elbow, watching you like you are the most interesting thing in the room. His hair is loose, falling into his face, and there is a softness to him you do not see when he is up and dressed and being the responsible oldest Weasley. This Bill is just yours. Bare chest warm against your back, lips curved in a quiet smile.

“You have been staring,” you mumble.

“Mmm,” he says, unapologetic. “Could not help it.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. Unrushed, like he has all the time in the world. You turn slightly so you are facing him now, forehead resting against his.

“Do we have to get up?” you ask.

Bill exhales a soft laugh and shakes his head. “Not if I have any say in it.”

His hand slides up your back, warm and steady, pulling you closer until your legs tangle together under the covers. Outside, the Burrow continues waking up. But Bill stays right there, kissing you slow and sweet, whispering nothing important at all.

And for a little while longer, the morning belongs only to the two of you.