Fleur walks out into the hall of Shell Cottage. She sighs; glad to step out from the room where Hermione lay. Ron was watching her now, Hermione would be alright, and Fleur had talked to Ron when he had come during the fall. He would know what to do; all would be well between them.
She hears Bill coming up the stairs, it is quiet, but she knows his footsteps well. He comes up to her, "Did Ron tell you anything else?"
"No, he deid not," she tells Bill. "I a veery worried about them."
"They are growing up," Bill says to her gently. "They aren't kids anymore." He takes her hand and they move away from the door to the room where Ron and Hermione are. Bill leads her to their room, wanting to have a moment in complete privacy. "Will the goblin and the wand maker be alright?"
"Yes, I bielieve so," Fleur says, looking up at him. "They just need time."
"Well, I think that we have some of that," Bill said to her, "We need to use some time up it seems, let everyone heal, and let some plans have time to work." He is whispering to her now, quietly, and their faces are barely an inch apart.
Fleur replies to him, teasing him, "We could waste some of that time now." Bill closes the gap, kissing her. She kisses him back, and he deepens the kiss quickly, his tongue moving into her mouth, hers into his, playing with each other. And she doesn't want it to end, but she feels she ought to go and make sure those who just came are alright, that they don't need more help. She pulls back, reluctantly, but Bill doesn't want to let her go.
"Fleur," he says, "You said we had time."
"Time later," she says, teasingly, and she kisses him chastely on the lips. Then she reaches a hand up from where it had sat on his shoulder and traced on of the long scars on his cheek. "Later," she says again. And she turned to leave their room.
"Where are you going?" Bill asks her.
"You go check on Harry, I need zo go make sure zat Hermione is zill alright," she tells him as she leaves, her silvery blonde hair dancing behind her.