TITLE: Queen of Hearts
AUTHOR: Mnemosyne

Disclaimer: Only Genevieve belongs to me. All the rest is the property of JKR and other very rich, very smart people.
SUMMARY: It's best to take your medicine. Written for 15minuteficlets at Livejournal.
PROMPT: Word 176: "knave"
RATING: G, for fluffy, schmoopy lovey-doveyness
CHARACTERS: married Bill/Fleur
SPOILERS: Through "Half-Blood Prince"
WARNINGS: Fluff alert! Fluff alert!
NOTES:
I have been DYING for some Bill/Fleur fluff, but couldn't settle down to writing anything lengthy. Then I stumbled upon 15minuteficlets, and bingo! We have fic! Hee! I hope you enjoy!

"Ze Queen of 'earts, she made some tarts, all on a summer's day. Ze knave of 'earts, 'e stole ze tarts, and took zem clean away."

Fleur looked up from the book in her lap and smiled down into her daughter's face. "'e was a verrah naughty Knave, oui?" she said, stroking the three year-old's silky hair.

Genevieve nodded, her wide blue eyes unblinking as she gazed up at her mother and sucked idly on the corner of her favorite blue blanket.

"No no, mon bonbon," Fleur laughed softly, tugging the blanket from the little girl's mouth. "Your blankets, zey are for sleeping, not for sucking. Wool does not taste so good as dinner, mon coeur." She kissed her forehead.

"How fares the patient?"

Fleur looked up and smiled at the source of the soft voice. "She iz still warm, but I theenk ze worst is over," she said, holding out a hand to her husband. Bill accepted her invitation and moved into the little girl's bedroom, taking his wife's hand and letting himself be tugged down onto the edge of the bed.

"Yeah? That's good to hear." Smiling, he reached out to rest the back of his hand against his daughter's forehead. "How you feeling, sugarbug?"

Genevieve blinked her big blue eyes at him and sniffled.

"Awww," Bill soothed, crawling around to her opposite side, so the little girl was snuggled between her parents. "You go to sleep, love. You'll feel better for taking a nap." He kissed the top of her head.

"Froat huhts," the little girl mumbled, turning onto her side so she could snuggle her face into her daddy's chest as her mommy rubbed her back.

"I know, sweetie. That's why we got those throat drops from the chemist's. Remember?"

Genevieve made a face, wrinkling her nose. "Ucky," she grumbled.

Fleur laughed softly. "She is like you," she said, eyes twinkling as she regarded her husband. "She does not know what is good for 'er, and so she does not take 'er medicine."

"Hey, I take my medicine," Bill said with a grin, stretching the pink scars that crisscrossed his face and turning them white.

"Non, you make me give you your medicine," Fleur scolded amiably, tucking a lock of his long red hair behind his ear. "Because you are a naughty boy 'oo I 'ave spoiled."

"I like when you spoil me."

Fleur smiled, cupping his scarred cheek in her soft palm. Her fingers traced over the ridges, familiar now from years of applying Madame Pomfrey's special ointment to diminish the redness. "Oui, I like to spoil you," she murmured, stroking his lips with her thumb. All these years later and he was still as beautiful to her as the first time she'd seen him at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament; scars and all. "My naughty Knave."

He kissed the heel of her hand. "My Queen of Hearts."

She grinned.

A watery snore from between them made them both look down, to find that Genevieve had fallen asleep while they talked. She had one hand fisted in her father's shirt, and was drooling on his collar.

Bill laughed quietly, raising sparkling eyes to smile at his wife. "She looks just like you when she sleeps. Drool and all."

He only laughed harder when Fleur smacked him on the arm.

THE END