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The first time he saw her, he was bowled over. Like all the other guys in the bank. Why should he be any different?
The first time she saw him, she knew there was something different about him. Different from all the other silly, silly men fawning over her.
The first time he spoke to her, he found out that she wasn't just a pretty face. And he loved it.
The first time she spoke to him, she realised that though he looked so tough, there was emotion under the shell.
The first time they were alone together, he could feel the electricity in the air, and he was sure she felt it too.
The first time they were alone together, she could feel the electricity in the air, and she was sure he felt it too.
The first time they laughed together, he saw the way her huge blue eyes lit up and sparkled, and it only made him laugh harder.
The first time they laughed together, she saw how the freckles on his face seemed to dance as he moved.
The first time they kissed, her lips tasted like strawberries, and it reminded him of the days when he was a child and he went berry-picking with Charlie in the golden cornfields.
The first time they kissed, he was gentle and slow. He waited for her, and he wasn't pushy like the other men she'd kissed.
The first time he saw her scars, he wanted to know. She told him about her anorexic days, and the way the blades gave her comfort. When she finally gave way to tears, he held her, stroking her hair and not saying a word.
The first time she saw his scars, she wanted to know. They waited until the others had left, and he had told her about how he had seen Greyback advancing on his baby sister, and how he had thrown himself in front of her. She knew he would never cry; he never showed his emotions, but she held him, stroking his hair, and not saying a word.
The first, and only, time she walked up the aisle, he wondered dazedly how it was possible for her to be even more beautiful than she normally was. He remembered asking her why she wanted to marry him. She had told him that she hadn't loved him just for his face, and she certainly hoped he didn't love her just for her face. He didn't only love her for her beauty, but it certainly helped.
The first, and only, time she walked up the aisle, she wondered dazedly how he could ever have doubted himself. She hated the people who stared and whispered as they walked down Diagon Alley; 'Is she concussed or something? Why the hell is she with him?'. She hated them because she knew how much it hurt him.
The first time they cried for Fred together, he buried his face in her shoulder. It was the first time he had cried since he was 10 years old.
The first time they cried for Fred together, the tears poured down her face. She tried to be strong for him, as he was strong for the rest of the family, but she couldn't help it. She cried not just for Fred, but for her husband as well.
The first time he held Victoire, he knew that she would grow up to be just as gorgeous as her mother. And he also knew that, just like her mother, he would do anything for her.
The first time she held Victoire, she cried for the girl who would get the same 'beautiful girl' treatment as she had. She cried for the girl who would never know her Uncle Fred. But most of all, she cried for Bill, who was scared that his daughter would be frightened by the way he looked.
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