In F Minor
Bill stirred. Fleur pulled
back from his face, her fingers still covered in ointment. He opened his eyes
and blinked twice to clear his vision. "Hey," he said softly.
"What are you
"I am fixing your
face," Fleur smiled. She held up her hand as proof.
"God, that smells
"You smell terrible,
also," she said briskly. "I must get you cleaned up soon."
"I love you, too,
sweetheart." Bill reached up and touched her face. Fleur closed her eyes
as his hand stroked gently over her cheek. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes snapped open.
"Am I okay? Moi? You are ze one 'oo was attacked by a werewolf!"
"Yes, and I'm very sore
and achy and scratched up. We all know that." He grinned. "But are you
Fleur's eyes filled with tears
and she looked away. "I was so worried. And your muzzer-mother--"
she corrected herself, but couldn't continue.
"Mum still giving you a
"Not anymore, I don't
kissed her hand, the one that didn't have the nasty-smelling ointment on it.
"Are we still on for next summer?"
"As far as I know.
Unless you want to... call it off?" Fleur said hesitantly.
"Not for a million
Galleons," Bill replied firmly.
Fleur smiled at him.
"Where am I
"You are een-in
ze 'Ospital Wing at 'Ogwarts. Hogwarts. I cannot get these sounds,"
Fleur groaned, shaking her head.
Bill chuckled, then
immediately regretted it. "Ow."
"Oh, I need to keep
putting thees-this on your scratches. You naughty boy, distracting me
from my task." Fleur resumed gently rubbing the ointment on his face.
"And I was... scratched
by a werewolf."
"Oui. Yes, I
mean," Fleur said softly. "But you should be-"
finished. He hissed as Fleur spread the ointment over a raw wound on his
collarbone. They sat on silence for a few minutes. "And Dumbledore is
"And everyone in my
family is okay?"
"Yes. Except you, of
course. You are looking terrible." Fleur hid a smile.
Bill made a face. "So
you're marrying me out of pity, then?"
Fleur pretended to think it
over. "Well, mostly, but you are also amusing to 'ave around. You do such
"Like... tripping over
ze laundry baskets. Speaking to me in Ancient Egyptian. Saying you love me in
your 'orrible French accent. It really is 'orrible, Bill." She smiled at
him while rubbing the ointment on his chest.
"You do such silly
brave things. Like opening cursed tombs. Fighting ze... um... mummies? Yes. And
you go wherever ze Order calls you and you get attacked by werewolves and let
me think you're going to die. Zat ees vair silly." Fleur shook her head.
"Don't worry about
it," Bill grinned. "I understood."
Fleur stopped what she was
doing and looked at him straight in the eye. "I know. You always do."
They looked at each other
for a long moment. Then Fleur leaned back over his face and kissed him softly,
not wanting to hurt his wounds any worse than they were already. "I love
you," she said.
"Je t'aime aussi."
Fleur smiled widely.
"You and your horrible accent."
"I can't help it that
you French people sound like you have phlegm constantly
stuck in your throat. I don't suffer from that affliction. Nice 'h'
sound, by the way."
rolled her eyes. "That is what your charming sister and her friend called
me when they thought I couldn't hear."
Bill laughed, while Fleur
looked at him injuredly. "Sorry," he said hurriedly. "And you
had a good 'th' sound, too."
Fleur preened. "I had a
good teacher." Fleur finished rubbing the ointment on his chest and
sighed. "You 'ave such lovely muscles."
"Thank you. I trained
hard for them." A corner of Bill's mouth quirked. "You have such a
"Yes, I also worked
hard for it."
"Your eyes are
loveliest, I think."
Bill tried to sit himself up. Fleur hurried to assist him, then made to sit
back down, but Bill grabbed her arm and pulled her close. "Because when I
look at your eyes... I see your goodness." He paused. "And I see you
thinking. I love to watch you think. You get a little wrinkle right...
here," he said, kissing her forehead. "And here." He kissed the
middle of her nose. "Sometimes, you twist your mouth a little," he
kissed the corner of her mouth. She turned her head slightly, and he kissed her
fully on the mouth.
After a few minutes, Fleur
pulled away. "You need to rest," she said quietly, smoothing back his
He reached up and touched
her hair, running his fingers through it. "I want to tell you that you're
"Oh, I already knew
that. Tell me something... new." Fleur never liked to hear him say she was
beautiful. The compliment had grown old by the time she was twelve.
"Something new. You are
so... intelligent. And determined."
"You're always making
an effort to speak correct English, instead of just doing what you can to get
by. Which is more of an effort than your mother makes."
Fleur put a finger on his
lips. "I did not talk badly of your mother."
"True. Which reminds
me, you are also a good person."
"Yes. You put up with a
lot of crap this year. A lot more than I would've."
"I knew you were trying
to talk to your mother. If you had just been letting her get away with it, I
wouldn't have... eh... put up with the crap, as you said."
They sat together, on Bill's
hospital bed, just looking at each other contentedly for a few minutes.
Suddenly, Bill frowned. "You were fishing for compliments, weren't
Bill shook his head and
tugged lightly on her hair. "You were trying to trick me into
Fleur smiled naughtily.
"It worked, no?"
"Scamp? That is
something I have not been called."
Bill tickled her, and she
let out a shriek. "Shhh!"
Delacour!" Madam Pomfrey burst past the privacy curtains. "It's past
time for you to leave! Mr. Weasley needs his rest. In case you have forgotten,
he has been attacked by a werewolf!"
"Oh, thanks for
reminding me, Madam Pomfrey," Bill said politely. "I had nearly
forgotten myself, thanks to Miss Delacour's ministrations."
Madam Pomfrey looked at the
two of them and shook her head. "Ministrations, indeed," she
muttered, and turned round. "Two minutes, Miss Delacour!"
"Is she angry?"
Fleur asked, her blue eyes opened wide.
"Nah, she was hiding a