Written for Song-fic Boot Camp
Prompt40: Drink, We found love by Rihana ft Calvin Harris
Written for Head Canon Boot Camp
Prompt12: Zephyr
Written for Pairing Diversity Boot Camp
Prompt2: Indemnification
Written for Globetrotter Drabble Competition
Prompt4: Luxembourg City, Luxembourg
Write about Bill Weasley.
Word Count: 476
Animalistic
He finished the glass of strong alcohol in a single sip. Ever since he had been bitten by Fenrir Greyback, Bill Weasley had taken to stronger drinking. Rather, all his habits had changed. Though he had been inhibited with certain characteristics, he was glad that he didn't turn into a werewolf. Even now, when he looked at himself, he saw an entirely different man in reflection.
He knew that he should be glad – glad that it wasn't anything serious and hurting. Truly, he was glad for that. But, he couldn't get his fiancé out of his mind. They hadn't spoken much about his condition. In fact, Fleur had all but shut him down on this topic. She was trying hard for him, pretending as if it didn't matter. He knew that it did matter. He didn't want her to feel obligated to love him, he had changed. Despite him loving her more than anything, he wasn't going to make her stay just because she ought to.
He walked to the room where she was currently staying in, in his home. After closing the door, he cast the muffliato charm.
"Bill!" He saw her eyes widen, she was obviously scared to be alone in his presence. He could hardly imagine how afraid she would be when they were married, and when they had to stay together.
"Hey," he whispered, choosing to stay where he was.
She just smiled. He bitterly observed that the old Bill and Fleur wouldn't just be standing and looking at each other awkwardly. It hurt.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," he mumbled, and ran his fingers through his hair. It was an old habit he opted every time he was nervous. It almost made him calm that he still had a piece of old him.
He saw a flash of recognition in her eyes.
Does she know what I'm going to talk about? He wondered.
"It's alright if you don't want to marry me," he said, bluntly.
Fleur's expression turned into horror, he wasn't expecting that. "You don't want to marry me?"
"No! I mean, I do. I want to marry you. But, I will understand if you don't want to. I know when you agreed to marry me … you never expected me to turn into a monster. And, you deserve someone who isn't. You deserve someone who's whole and perfect. I'm not… It's-"
He words were cut short by her lips on his. He felt the old tingle of shiver pass up his spine. He responded back enthusiastically. For all he knew, it was his last kiss with her.
Fleur started it, and it was she who ended it. "I'm going to marry you. I was geeving you space, but eef eet made you zink I don't want you. You are wrong. I love you. I'm marrying you."
AN: In my head canon, I always assumed Bill to be worried after being bitten. And I finally got a chance to write it. Sorry if my French-English accent in writing was bad, I have no idea how it sounds in real.
Alright, hope it was a decent read. Review? =)