Fleur walks up the stairs, entering her and Bill's bedroom. "Your 'other ess asleep, as are 'arry, 'ermione, Luna, Dean, Mr. Ollivander, and the Goblin," she said in a whisper voice as she went in, shutting the door softly behind herself.
"What are they up to? I don't understand," Bill said. "They ought to tell the Order, or at least a select few, if Dumbledore really gave them a mission as they said. Sometimes I wonder though, perhaps they're just saying that to have a reason to hide."
"You do not t'ink t'at. You can not. They 'ave something that they are doing for Dumbledore, you know that." Fleur was perplexed at what Bill said, how could he doubt them?
She voiced that, "'ow could you doubt them, your 'wn 'other."
"I don't entirely, Fleur, I just sometimes, think it's not all that bad of an idea, no one knows where they are. It creates an air of mystery; it probably heightens the Death Eater's fear of Harry." Bill goes over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She looks up at him.
"Then you don't think eell of them," she says.
"No, more worried than anything," he replies and he kisses her softly. She sighs when he doesn't let the kiss last, and she moves her arms up, trying to keep his head, his lips, within her reach.
"I 'aid to you, later," she spoke in a breath, a whisper, so light that it floated on air. And she pulled his head back down, and kissed him, not letting it break. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him close, as close as could possible be. His hands were around her waist, pulling her, helping her stay close. It took a while for them to pull apart, and when they did, it was reluctant, slow. But Fleur would not let them stay apart for long, and soon they were kissing once more.