A/N: Another story for the HPFC Random Characters Challenge. (It's fun. :D) My French is not the best (Yahoo Translator, ftw!) so if something is wrong please correct me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable. Otherwise, I'd be rich. (I'd like to be rich, wouldn't you?)
Ils ne m'aiment pas beaucoup
The word taunted her, ringing in her ears. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
"Phlegm," she heard Ginny's voice saying. Molly, standing in the kitchen, saying nothing, but a thin smile appearing on her lips. Every time they think she's turned away, they're whispering the word. Bill merely holds his head up strong, and that's what she tries to do as well.
She wants to fit in, badly. Her own parents are back in France, and Bill is all she has here. She wants to fit in with his family, for them to accept her. But all they do now is criticize her for helping them. It is not her fault she is so bored.
"Fleur," Bill whispered in her ear. She froze, not knowing he was awake. "Are you okay?" Fleur was silent for a second, but then melted as Bill began to rub her shoulders.
"Ils ne m'aiment pas beaucoup," she said softly. Bill paused, trying to figure out her soft and rapid French.
"What?" he asked, concerned.
"They dzo not like me very much, your motzer and sizter," she said, this time in English.
"Oh, Fleur," he replied. "They're just… surprised. They'll love you soon enough, I suppose." He pulled one arm around her, comforting her.
"But you dzo not know," she muttered.
"Fleur, listen to me," he whispered, his voice firm. "I love you. Nothing can separate us, not even my mother." Fleur sniffed, but smile in the darkness.
"Okay," she whispered.
"Now go to sleep," Bill murmured. Fleur snuggled up against his chest, nodding softly.
"Good night," she murmured.
"Bonne nuit," he replied in accented French. "Je t'aime."