Je t'aime
Fleur Delacour sat in the Hogwarts hospital wing. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since her fiancé, Bill Weasley, had been attacked by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback. He had barely moved at all in all that time. She only hoped that he would soon. She had been crying. With her delicate fingers, the veela delicately traced the scars on Bill's face.
"Je t'aime de tout mon coeur et toute mon âme," she whispered in her native French. 'I love you, with all my heart and all my soul.'
A single tear slipped down Fleur's alabaster cheek and fell unto her one of her fiancé's scars.
"Pleez wake up Bill," she pleaded.
When he remained still, she put her head down on Bill's pillow, sobbing.
Bill Weasley awoke to darkness and a muffled sobbing sound.
'Am I dead?' No, he decided to himself. He remembered the attack. He drew his attention to the sobbing sound. He winced as he painfully turned towards it. He saw the pure blonde hair that could only be his fiancée, Fleur Delacour. He loved her so much at that very moment. He cracked his lips open and was surprised at how rasped his voice was from nonuse when he called out to her, "Fleur."
Fleur got up with a start and immediately stopped her crying as soon as she heard Bill's voice. "BILL!" she exclaimed, beaming for the first time since the attack.
She embraced him, but quickly retreated when she heard Bill wince in pain.
"Oh, Je suis désolé 'I'm sorry', Bill," she was quick to apologize, brushing locks of ginger hair off his face.
"'S alright, I'm fine. No harm done," Bill was quick to reassure her, wiping a tear out of her eye with his thumb. "But, it does hurt me to see you cry like this over me," he added, smiling.
"Oh, Bill, I loov you," she said, kissing the hand that had just wiped away the tears.m
Bill kissed her hand back, "And…" he gave a thoughtful expression, contemplating his next words, "Je t'aime, Fleur Delacour, jusqu'à ce que le jour où je mourrai, et chaque jour par la suite. Peu importe ce que, jamais l'oublier." 'I love you, Fleur Delacour, until the day I die and every day after that. No matter what, never forget that.'
Fleur covered her mouth and nose in shock, suppressing joyful tears. They shared a passionate kiss. It was the best kiss either of them had ever had. In that moment, Bill and Fleur didn't care that a war was raging around them, and Bill couldn't tell that every part of his body was tired. All they cared about was each other and their love. They broke, beaming.
Fleur laughed, "I deed not know you knew zat much Frunch."
Bill grinned, "You'd be amazed what true love and a French book from Flourish and Blotts can teach you."
With that final thought, Bill gave her a final look of pure love and fell asleep, holding her hand, and Fleur did the same.