Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters and the lyrics belong to the gods that are Franz Ferdinand.
A/N. This was first entered in a writing competition on This is my work and was submitted into the competition before it was added here.
I only watched her walk, but she saw it
I only heard her talk, but she saw it
He couldn't stop staring at her. He didn't know what was wrong; didn't know how the girl with the silvery hair had enchanted him so easily. Just a brief glance across the room, her eyes meeting his, the barest hint of a smile and he was lost. Lost in convoluted daydreams and wild imaginings that all ended at her. From across the empty grounds he could hear the rapid conversation she was having with her parents, the French flowing in a constant stream that seemed to twist and turn around him.
A voice interrupted his thoughts.
"She's only a girl for goodness' sake. Let's go in, I want to see if the tapestry of the Dagwood the Dull is still on the third floor. I remember, when I was at school, people used to use that as…"
Bill took one last look at her, before sprinting to catch up with Mrs Weasley, who was still continuing her monologue on what memories the tapestry held for her.
She only blinked her eyes, but I saw it
She only swung her hair, but I saw it
A voice came from behind him. He spun round and saw her. She was holding a quill.
"Excusez-moi, but is this your quill?"
His distinctive eagle quill was in her hand.
Bill glanced at his mother, who sighed at him and muttered something disapproving, before marching off towards the Great Hall for dinner.
"I thought that was in my pocket." Bill wished he could take it back; the last thing he wanted was to do was to sound like a petulant Percy.
"Maybe eet was..."
Bill smiled at her teasing comment and reached out to take the quill. Their fingers brushed against one another, slowly, deliberately. Bill looked down at the quill, twirling it between his fingers, before his gaze moved back to her face.
"Thank you."
She looked into his eyes, holding his gaze for several seconds. As he leant even closer she turned, her hair fanning out behind her. She walked down the corridor, hips and hair swaying in time, leaving a dazed Bill staring after her.
I only touched her hips, but she saw it
I only kissed her lips, but she saw it
A scream, red sparks and she was out of the competition. She walked right out of the pitch, her face set while Mrs Weasley and Hermione made vicious comments. Sore loser. Self-centered little madam. Bill sat there, torn between wanting to comfort her and his concern for Harry. Glancing once more at the shadowy maze he stood up and followed her.
She was crouched under a tree. The darkness seemed to soak up the little lights that shone in her hair and it hid her slim form. As Bill approached he heard her scolding herself, pointing out all her mistakes in a cracked, harsh tone so different from the voice that had captivated him earlier. He lowered himself beside her and put an arm around her waist. She looked up at him.
"Why are you here?"
"It looked like you needed a hug."
"Why? Because I'm a girl? Because I'm oh-so-delicate and can't even defend myself in a stupid maze that a fourteen year old has no trouble with?"
Anger radiated from every syllable.
"Because everyone needs a hug once in a while."
Bill felt her relax, then laugh softly beside him. He looked down at her and smiled.
"Feel like a hug?"
Fleur looked at him. He could only see the outline of her face, the moonlight not penetrating the shadows under the tree. She looked deep into his eyes, before her eyes lowered and he felt, rather than saw, her gaze trace the outline of his lips. He leant forward and kissed her, his arm pulling her closer, as the Quidditch Pitch came alive with screams and yells.