Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor this pairing! Fleur and Scabior are a Mew & Mor's Weird Pairing pairing and this was written for their weird pairing competition.
Bill Never Really Fit the Bill
Bill could have been the one. He could have been her true love, forever love, one and only love!
Fleur liked him and very nearly loved him, but a part of her would always refuse the crucial leap of faith.
That part of Fleur would always be too saturated in quicksilver Veela blood. She was too fast-paced, too dangerous, too volatile for Bill.
The Veela dancing in her veins was hell bent on a fairy tale love story intertwined with ecstasy, danger, and adrenaline. Scabior was the perfect casting to be her prince, her soul mate, her knight in dark shining armor!
On the other side, on the other polar axis of her being, Fleur wanted Bill and all the sweet days he could offer. Oh, how a part of her yearned for those safe, sweet, and perfect days. In the end, Fleur just couldn't stand the fact that Bill was always a few notches short of exhilarating.
Scabior was a few shades darker than Bill, a few more beats out of rhythm, just a little more twisted and wrong. It was only the equal burning passions that the two men each harbored under their skins that kept Fleur indecisive for so long. She wanted a passionate man, above all else.
It was only a small and trivial matter that the passions of men differed greatly when looked at through the harsh scope of judgment, but who judged anyone anymore these days?
Fleur often dared to demand answers from the deepest and most private recesses of her heart, mind, and soul. She wondered desperately why it had been so easy to forsake her dearest Bill, her safe, kind, and caring Bill, for a quick waltz on the wild side.
Fleur had always known that the dance was sure to go up in flames.
In the end, it was Scabior's final words to Fleur that stuck in her mind above all else; the ones he let free in the storm and created a downpour; the ones that shattered her heart.
That fateful night he told her he was leaving. He told her that he was a free spirit, a womanizer, they were never meant to be. He felt that he was too much; too fast-paced, too dangerous, too volatile, for a meek little princess like she.