A little something for the 'I never on 500 word' challenge by lumos maximum. Prompt: Bill/Fleur, in which Fleur can't work her Veela charm.
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Charming ...
It was a fine Sunday afternoon in Shell Cottage. While Victoire Weasley looked over her assigned summer homeworks for the professors Malfoy and Potter-Malfoy, she listened halfheartedly into the dispute of her parents – always the same topic: What to wear at the monthly family meeting.
She loved those dinners. She would never say it out loud – because her father had made this mistake once – but mamie Molly was a better cook than her mother. And it was always fun to play with her little cousins and with Teddy Lupin. She blushed. In this moment her parents came into the sitting-room, where she sat before the fireplace. Victoire concentrated on her paper and let her blonde hair hide her face.
"It is just a family dinner with my parents, Fleur. You heard my mother last time, casual wear is okay."
Her father, Bill Weasley, wore the dragon hide pants uncle Charlie had bought him and a white shirt. Victoire loved the combination and his long hair, the scars gotten in the war and the earring with the snake tooth. It was just perfect for her father. Like the fancy dress war perfect for her mother. But Fleur Weasley, née Delacour, didn't think so. Victoire felt the Veela charm of her mother weaving through the room. She was mostly immune. But her father wasn't.
"But I like how you look in those robes. Do it for me, oui?"
Victoire looked after her father, who had glassy eyes and went back in her parent's bedroom. She shook her head. Then she felt her mother questioningly gaze on herself. "Ah, don't you look trés belle in this robe" Fleur sighed exceedingly pleased that her daughter wasn't such a hardship case. "Are you ready? When your father has changed clothes we will go."
"Oui, maman!" Victoire said and put her homework away. Her father came back – unchanged. Before Fleur could say something he had took some floo-powder and threw it into the fire place while stepping in it. "The Burrow", he cried and disappeared. Inwardly grinning Victoire followed him.
She stepped out of the fireplace of the Burrow and felt her mother following. She took the scene in. Almost everyone was there. She greeted everyone and then sat down beside Teddy. "I didn't thought you would come today", he chuckled when he saw her moping mother going over to a pouting Draco Malfoy. "The usual", Victoire said and shrugged her shoulders.
She watched her father greeting Uncle Harry and saying: "Your trick worked."
"I told you so", the other said grinning.
Hearing Teddy snicker she looked at him questioningly. "Uncle Draco often seduces Uncle Harry to wear formal robes when not necessary. But now Uncle Harry has a paper hanging in his wardrobe reading 'You don't want that, do you?'. I think he told it your father." Victoire and Teddy looked at each other and laughed loudly while the other just looked wonderingly at them.
Yes, she loved those family gatherings.
Fin
A/N: Hate it? Like it? Leave a review. I am sorry for possible errors. You can keep them. I couldn't write accents if my life depended on it – so Fleur has no French accent but there are a few French words that should do the trick.