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For the Both of Us

Holding his broom tightly in his hand, Bill looked over to where Fleur, polyjuiced into Harry sat atop a thestral. She fidgeted uncomfortably, not being able to see the creature she would be riding into battle. Bill could, though, ever since a nasty scrape in Egypt had left one of his curse breaking colleagues dead.

For a fleeting second, Bill wished he could protect Fleur from ever having to see a thestral. He wished he could keep her safe and shielded at home, away from all the violence of the war. But he quickly brushed away that thought. His fianceé was a warrior, through and through. Nothing could ever stop her from fighting for what she believed in, and Bill knew she was tough enough to handle danger, whether it be in an enchanted maze or preparing to take a dangerous mission on the back of a magical horse.

He took a look at Fleur again. Although she currently had six doppelgangers all within the suburban lawn, he could easily pick her out in any crowd. The fiercely intelligent look in her eyes and the confidence she carried herself with had always, to Bill, been her defining features, far more than any Veela charm. Some mistook her confidence for vanity, but he knew her better. Fleur wasn't shallow, and she didn't care in the least about his or anyone else's appearance.

Though she certainly cared about her own. Bill watched as Fleur, though she appeared to have found a more comfortable position on the thestral, struggled with her hair. She was trying to smooth her hand over Harry's unruly hair to make it lie flat but was having no success whatsoever. She scowled.

Bill wanted to cheer her up, to make her smile before they embarked on this dangerous mission.

"Fleur?" He said, walking over to her side. With his free hand, he carelessly patted the side of the thestral, being rather fond of the creatures.

She took her hands out of her hair. "What eez it?" Fleur asked, turning her head slightly to the side so that she could see him better.

"Inside, you told me not to look at you, cause you were hideous. I just thought you should know that it will take more than some polyjuice to keep me from loving you." A small smile crept onto his face as he remembered Fleur's words to his mother after Greyback attacked him.

"I was feeling embarrassed for you to see me in zis way. I did not theenk you would like it, the 'air- all the black 'air, and the scar…"

"You really think I'd mind?" Bill's small smile grew into a mischievous grin. "Right now, I am good-looking for both of us, I theenk! All the lightning scar shows is zat my wife is brave!" He tossed his long red hair, imitating what she did with her blonde hair.

Fleur laughed, before looking at him in mock indignation. "Bill, zat was 'orrible. I do not speak like zat!"

Bill snorted. "Really?"

"My voice- it eez not zat deep!" Fleur protested. "And zat is not 'ow one tosses their 'air!"

"So why don't you show me how to properly toss my hair? You know, demonstrate."

Fleur moved her head to toss her hair, then realized it was no longer long and flowing. She shot Bill a glare, then laughed.

"So as far as I can see, you can't do any better, so you can't…"

Mad-Eye's voice interrupted Bill's teasing. "On the count of three. One...two...THREE."

Bill quickly hopped on his broom, cursing himself for letting the both of them get so distracted. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Fleur's thestral go into flight, and how she quickly grasped around the air to find its neck so she could grip onto it.

Bill furrowed his brow in concentration, looking straight at the sky. Now was not the time for him to have a chat with the woman who, in a few short days, would be his wife.

Now was the time to fly off into battle, with her, their love for each other giving them the strength to keep on fighting.

That love was enough for the both of them, Bill thought.

A/N: This story stands alone, but if people are interested I might turn it into a series of Bill/Fleur oneshots!