The Legitimately Challenging Challenge
Fleur/JamesII, drabble (50-800 words), browse, Angst
Bill is the best thing that's ever happened to her. Fleur's never been the best with words, especially English, so she settles with clichés. They complete each other. He's humble when she's vain; he smoothes things over when she rubs someone the wrong way. She makes up for his flakiness; she comforts him in his grief.
Their relationship is right in all the wrong ways, and wrong in all the right ones.
They adore their kids. Victoire, Dominique, and Louis are the center of the world, a proof of their love.
His scars, Fleur doesn't mind. She'd be lying if she said she loved them, but really, he's still her Bill.
But Fleur is flawed. This, she knows, altogether too much.
She's vain. How can she not be? The Veela is dominant in her, and she likes the attention from other men. This is controllable, however, but it presents quite another problem.
She's attracted to them. The other men. Bill is always hers, she tells herself, always and forever. She just can't push away the tiny part of herself that likes to browse around Diagon Alley, catching the eye of some handsome male. It's entirely innocent, of course, nothing happens. The little encounters aren't even of enough importance to tell Bill. This sort of thing happens to everyone, she is sure.
Around James, though, she can't always control herself. The Veela instinct is an easy excuse. It is part of the problem, maybe, but Fleur feels strongly and can't resist.
He has charisma in loads, all of the Potters do. How he manages to charm every female he comes in contact with? No one knows for sure, but everyone wonders. The rest of the Weasleys say he's innocent, and laugh it off, but Fleur knows him in a different way.
It's wrong, and she just can't stop that dark feeling in her gut. This is the worst she's ever been for someone, but she can't stop. James is too many years younger than her to count. He's her nephew, for Merlin's sake! But it doesn't stop (Fleur's not sure she really wants it to).
If only he didn't return her feelings. He does, though, and it's not exactly subtle.
Soon the stolen glances are evolving into strange encounters. Fleur passes him in the hallway of the Burrow. He brushes up against her with that look in his eyes, Fleur melts and she hates it. Damn that Potter charm.
There's another cliché to describe their next encounter: fate. Bill is away in Brazil on a different curse-breaking mission, and her kids have all moved out. She's in The Leaky Cauldron alone.
The chair next to her squeaks and James Potter plops down next to her. He doesn't say a word, but his eyes … his eyes are enough.
That nasty feeling in her gut? It doesn't stop, but it can be shoved aside. Just for one night…
A/N: Well, I hoped it was interesting. My first drabble! Angst isn't really something I'm familiar with either (and this pairing was weird, too) but shoot me a review to tell me what you think! Thanks:)
P.S. There's exactly 486 words in this drabble.
