Fleur Weasley yawned tiredly. She was snuggled into her husband Bill's warm embrace. Her head rested on his chest and she sat in his lap. Her eyes kept closing but then they snapped open again in a vain attempt to stay awake.
"You're tired." Bill chuckled lightly, noticing her battle against sleep. She could be so stubborn at times, but he loved her all the more for it.
"Oui..." Fleur mumbled tiredly.
"Let's go to bed, huh?" Bill said softly, kissing his wife's forehead.
"Oui…" she mumbled again. Bill scooped his wife of six months into his arms, and carried her upstairs to bed. Fleur yawned again.
They arrived at the door to their bedroom. Bill held her in his arms, nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, entered the room, and closed the door again with his foot. He carried his tired wife over to the unmade bed, laid her on the sheet-covered mattress, changed both of their clothes to their nightwear with his wand, her in a nightshirt that was miles too big for her, and he just in his boxer shorts and a string t-shirt. She sat on the bed, her slender legs crossed, and her hair a mess. Bill sat behind her for a while, just gently rubbing her shoulders like he did every night before they went to sleep. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
"Je t'aime, mon amour..." he whispered, even though his French was awful. Fleur smiled tiredly. "My sexy, sleepy French flower..." he said before gently kissing a tender spot on her collarbone. She gasped a little, and he smiled. Bill's arms snaked around Fleur's waist, and he laid down, taking her and the bed covers with him. She snuggled into his arms again, and fell asleep to the sound of Bill's heartbeat. Bill kissed the top of her head gently, cuddled her lightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep. They lay in each other's arms all night.