Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose
Fleur stormed into Bill's
flat, slamming the door closed.
he shouted, grabbing her arm before it reached its target, a vase that he'd
gotten from his Great-Aunt Muriel.
"Your muzzer! I
cannot stand thees, Bill, I cannot! She makes comments at me and about me as if
I cannot hear zem!" Fleur stomped angrily. "And your soeur ees
even worse! She laughs at me outright, when I say somezing wrong, or when I do
not 'ave ze exact same taste as your family! Oooh!" She pounded a weak
fist against Bill's chest.
Bewildered, Bill held onto
her wrist and gathered her close. "I guess... Christmas didn't go so
"But when I was there,
"Oui, when you
were there. When it was just me, I... Mon Dieu, Bill, ees thees 'ow
it will be always?" Fleur's eyes welled up. "I 'ate crying, Bill, vraiment,
yet I feel like I 'ave done nuzzing else ever since we announced our
Bill kissed the top of her
head. "I'm so sorry."
Fleur sniffled. "So am
"But I still want to
marry you." Bill pulled her back a little and looked her straight in the
eyes. "I love you, Fleur, I truly, truly do. And if my family needs a
little convincing, I'll talk to them, I'll... I won't make you see them if all
they do is hurt you."
Fleur closed her eyes.
"I want to be part of your family, Bill. I do. I don't understand why they
don't like me."
Bill twisted his mouth,
unsure of how to tell her. "Don't get mad at me."
Fleur opened one eye
Sometimes... I don't think you try very hard to get along with them. It's not
just you, though, Fleur, really, I don't think they try very hard either, and
they don't... they don't trust you, I don't think."
"Trust me? Because of
being a veela?"
"'Ow can I 'elp what I
am?" she demanded. "Eet's not as though I decided to be part
"I know, I know,"
Bill said hurriedly. "And I don't think they really think
There was silence for a few
minutes. Fleur broke away and walked over to his sink. Bill watched her as she
stared out the window and blinked back tears.
"You are right,"
she said quietly.
"I haven't been trying
very hard to get along with your family," she clarified, using her hard 'h'
sound. "Maybe if I tried, they would too."
Bill regarded her silently.
"I think that's a good point," he said diplomatically. "Tell you
what. I'll Floo over to Mum's house tomorrow and talk to her. Then, on Sunday,
when we go over for dinner, you make your best effort to get along. Okay?"
sniffed hard, sounding like most of the nose drainage shot straight up to her
"Shut up." She
stuck her tongue out, but not without a small smile playing around her lips.
"You don't have any tissues."
"Hello, paper towels
are perfectly usable for that purpose."
"In France, gentlemen carry handkerchiefs."
"Who said I'm a
gentleman?" Bill leered playfully. "I'm not sure violating your
virtue counts as gentlemanly behaviour."
Fleur tossed her hair back
primly. "It was not unwelcome."
Bill grinned at her and
pulled her back into his arms. "Your English is much improved."
"Yes, I know."
"So is your
Fleur swatted his head while
he laughed at her.
"I do love you, you
know. A lot."
"Well, I love you too,
Bill. And zat is the only reason why I am graciously... eh... putting up with
all this..." She waved her hand in the air, searching for the right word.
Bill leaned down and kissed
her softly on the mouth. They continued for a few minutes and then Bill pulled
away. He kissed her eyebrow. "You're wonderful."
"Yes." He kissed
her neck. "You're willing to try to get along with my mother." He
moved to her shoulder. "You want to part of my family." He nipped her
ear. "And you are learning how to make 'h' sounds." He kissed
her fully on the mouth again.
Fleur wrapped her arms
around his neck and drew her fingers across the back of his neck. "You are
the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Fleur smiled against his