Fourth of July
Pairing: Bill Weasley x Pansy Parkinson
AU: Modern, non-magical, laundromat AU
Word Count: 1,161
Written For: acrimsonleather
When Bill Weasley saunters lazily into his usual neighborhood laundromat—heavy wicker hipster basket tucked loosely under his arm and drawstring navy gym shorts sticking uncomfortably to the backs of his legs—he almost walks right into a fucking dryer.
Because—
Well.
It’s half past two in the morning.
It’s the first Thursday of June.
There’s a late-90’s Britney Spears song blaring spottily through a pair of metallic pink iPod speakers and a vaguely concerning, semi-rhythmic buzz emanating from the overhead fluorescent lights and, oh, yes, a half-naked girl sitting cross-legged on an industrial-strength folding table with a road map and a bottle of ludicrously expensive champagne in her lap.
“Hi, sweetie, if you’re going to, like, leer at me, could you be a gentleman and do it where you’re within firing range?”