Hello, I know this is not what I had promised and definitely not a continuation of my other stories but another new one, what can I say? Sorry? Enjoy? x

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or stories, it is a dream though

Bill didn't really recall the first time he met Fleur Delacour. He'd been at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft of Wizardry for the first time since he'd graduated its hallowed halls, attempting to calm his mother as they both in turn attempted to quell Harry's objections to being apart of the Triwizard Tounament. He remembered seeing her, vaguely now, she'd been beautiful even then but the look of disgust on her face as he she watched Harry and whispered to the giantess by her side made him look away quickly.

Every time he got a day off and was able to make it the rest of the championship he made a point of sending a sour scowl in her direction whenever they were within the same room. Just because she was beautiful and talented and young didn't mean she should just be handed everything. He'd watched her face closely every time he'd glared in her direction and watched the hurt hit home before turning away to pay attention to those that were a lot more important to him than some pretty blonde.

With the death Cedric Diggory and the return of Voldemort, the young French girl had all but disappeared from his mind completely. Not that she'd stuck at all or made an impression on him.

However it had been a whole other story for that beautiful, blonde French girl. The first time she'd seen him she'd been captured by him; his rugged handsome face, lightly spattered with ginger stubble to match his long ginger hair that was held away from his face by a leather string. He'd looked like trouble or danger, something that Fleur had not been around much. She'd had a very shielded upbringing, in a French estate in the countryside with sprawling gardens and house elves galore. An old, wealthy, pureblood family the Delacour's were well known throughout the French wizarding aristocracy for their wealth and grandeur. However they were also known for their kindness, charity and wish of equality between muggleborns and purebloods.

Fleur could remember watching this troublesome looking red head from across the room, stood beside the child who had signed up through some form of cheating to get into the Triwizard tournament. She'd glared at the boy but kept her gaze keenly on the tall man beside him only to notice that he was sending her a death stare. A stare of such hatred that she wasn't used to, especially from a man. Fleur had grown up knowing about her veela heritage and had always been proud of the history in her family, although it had been quite the nuisance at times, but nothing that she hadn't yet been able to handle. Though this man before her, earring in his ear and leather jacket, was giving her a stare of anger and not lust. Perhaps that's what made her pay attention to him whenever he showed up in support of the Potter boy. Every task he would be there, beside the squat red haired woman, who was quite obviously his mother, cheering and clapping for the black haired boy alongside the other red haired boys and the girl who attended Hogwarts. She watched him closely whenever he appeared and if she ever caught his eye he'd send a glare at her. She guessed it was because they were opposing one another in schools? But really she didn't understand why he should glare at her like that she'd done nothing to him. In fact she'd never even spoken to him.

In the final task, after being rescued form the maze she'd found herself surrounded by many people, though she could see him at the other end of the stadium laughing and talking unashamedly with his family, the whole red headed bunch of them. Then Cedric was lying on the ground, dead and cold with Harry above him in tears speaking of terrible things and Voldemort returning. That had been the last time she had seen Bill Weasley, or as she had known him then, that rugged red head.

The next time the two saw one another was in the entrance to Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Fleur was stood at the bottom of the steps leading to the main door, straightening her skirt and carefully fluffing her hair in nervousness about meeting those who she would be working with here in Gringotts for the year. She felt someone walk by past her close by and watched the long, red head make his way up the steps with a casual grace. She felt her eyes widen at the sight of the man. She hadn't really gotten over her crush during the summer after the tournament however she had never expected to actually casually bump into him on her first proper day at work and in the country. Though she had been imagining the scenario, of their meeting, many times over the course of the summer. She'd never really felt this way about a man before.

Fleur had grown up in the spotlight, especially when it came to men, they threw themselves at her; boys from school, teachers, strangers, friend's parents. She couldn't really help it, not really, unless she stopped enjoying herself. Her veela qualities, although dulled down through the generations still held strong in her beauty, though they were always more radiant in her happiest moments. She'd had plenty of boyfriends through her years and often found herself in precarious situations that could harm others…

But she put those thoughts to the back of her mind for now; she had a lot to take in today. A new home, a new country, a new job…her first job. Fleur had always looked forward to the moment she began being self sufficient and living on her own, on her own terms, independently.

She grinned to herself, took a deep breath and made her way up the marble steps. The main hall was grand, clean and rich in detail and was filled to the brim with paper, jewels, goblins and witches and wizards alike.

Making her way over to a desk that had a small, slight, brunette woman behind it, grinning at her widely she took some deep breaths to soothe her hyperactive nerves.

"Hello, can I help you today?" She asked with a pleasant smile. She had lovely teeth, Fleur noted.

"Oui, I am Fleur Delacour. I am new and I am to start today, in ze offices?" Fleur asked, finding herself stumbling over her words.

"Of course. I was told to keep an eye out for you. I didn't know you'd look like…well. If you just want to make your way through the gates just there." She said with a smile and a point in the direction of some gold gates off the side of the main hall. "I hope you have a wonderful first day." She said with another pleasant grin.

"Sank you." Fleur gushed quietly and made her way to the gates that were golden and opened of their own accord as she stepped up to them.

Behind the golden gates lay a long marble corridor with black doors lining the length of it. One of said black doors opened and out came the red headed man. He had a steaming mug in one hand and a stack of paper under his other arm, he was wearing a white shirt that fitted very nicely, in Fleur's opinion, black pants, large black boots and his bright hair pulled back from his face again, showing off his fanged earring. She felt her heart give a small flutter in her chest. He looked better than she remembered, she thought as he looked up and noticed her stood staring at the other end of the corridor.

"You ok there?" He asked, his eyes focused in on her, she felt his eyes flicker over her entire being and felt, for once, unsure of what his thoughts were after looking at her.

"Oui - yes I mean…I'm lost…I'm new you see. I'm not sure where it iz I am supposed to be going." She explained, stumbling and stuttering over her words as he slowly made his way down the corridor towards her, sipping from his mug as he did.

"Well…madame." He said with a wink at her, Fleur felt her face rush with a heat it hadn't felt in years. "Let me show you where you'll be working." And he began to walk backwards, away from her, making her follow him staring him in his eyes. He had a cocky look on his face as he made his way slowly, backwards down the corridor watching her carefully.

"So…why come from France to work here?" He asked continuing his smug backwards walk.

"Well, I…er, wanted a change. You know from being home and comfortable." She told him as they passed door after door of the long corridor.

"I see." He said and suddenly came to a stop and nodded his head to the door on his right. She looked at him confused for a moment.

"In there." He told her and made a point of his lack of free hands to open the door.

"Oh, yes." Fleur muttered and opened the door into a room where three desks were set out and behind one desk was the goblin with whom she'd had her initial interview, his name was Purgnog. He was relatively young looking, in comparison to many other goblins at the bank and was her new boss, Chief of Defence and Security at Gringotts. He was new to the role and had been given the job due to the death of an exceedingly old goblin before him who hadn't done much of anything around the place for years. They had apparently wanted a fresh look on the building and its many secrets. Fleur's excellent grades in charms and work in the Triwizard Tournament had set her in good stead for the job and after a short interview with Purgnog behind his desk, she had been given her job. Part time for now, due to the fact that she was straight out of her education and new to the country, Purgnog had thought it would be best to start off small. And so Fleur found herself in an office with a goblin and her red haired man where her job was to research new charms and replace the old worn out ones through the building.

"Fleur! Lovely, your desk is there and I see you've met Bill already." Pugnog said with a brief look up form the papers on his desk. Fleur looked at Bill who was hunched over in an attempt to stop his head from hitting the ceiling which was in fact quite low, not low enough to bother Fleur but definitely too low for the exceedingly tall Bill, as she would now call him.

"Bill." Fleur said softly lifting a hand to shake and waited as he awkwardly dropped the papers he was holding onto the desk and placed his mug beside them, to then take her hand in a soft handshake.

"Fleur." He said with a grin that almost made her shiver. He looked wicked.