Harry Potter Fanfic: Poetry. Fleur Delacoeur/Bill Weasley. Takes place at end of HBP. PG. Warning for BDSM if you squint. Not graphic

Why find a challenge when you always conquer?

Beauty floats through the air,

Smiling impervious always

Not thinking not feeling not living-

Only ugliness is alive.

He made her ugly inside, and she loved him for it.

So when lines of red and pink and silver, ropes of pain

Soft red blooms marred his goldenness

She only loved him more.

And she felt glad for them, that they did not understand.

Only ugliness hurts.

Only beauty withers.