Title: Bill and Fleur A love story
Chapter 1: Girls and Boys
This is the story of bill and flour and what happens after the fourth book. It tells the story of how they meet again and how they form a relationship, how they're lives turn out all up to the point where he proposes to her.
Fleur Delacour was not one to be angered, especially when it came to men she fancied and her life and career…
But then again what career did suit her? What did she want to do or be after all that happened in Hogwarts in 1995?
She new the answer… and she liked it…
…that boy…no.. not a boy…no boy dressed that way or looked that good…that… man….that man who stirred so many unknown emotions in her… she didn't think that a Veela should feel that way
…her desire for him drove her crazy…
…that Bill Weasley….
Fleur Delacour, 18, was standing 10 feet away from her mother. She was angry, Fleur new, she was angry and shouldn't be pushed over the limit. Her father, shorter then her mother and very round was standing in the middle of the two rowing women, trying to make himself heard but to no use of course- the noise was unbearable. Fleur had finally told her parents what she was planning to do with her life, she told the who she new and what was going to happen especially since her traumatic ordeal and experience in June 4 months ago…
Fleur had come home, tired, homesick and grieving with sadness. The death of Cedric Diggory had saddened her, the meetings and pressure in exceeding Harry Potter and Victor Krum had exhausted her, the pain and pressure in succeeding the tasks had hurt her physically and emotionally and the meetings and sighting of that Bill Weasley had made her heart flutter…
These past weeks, there had been no peace, no rest, no real happiness in her life and in the Delacour mansion, and it really wasn't about to change now that she had told her parents she wanted to go to Egypt to "improve her English"
"What is wrong with you?" screamed Apolline Delacour "You want to go to Egypt? Please don't insult me Fleur, I no that all of this is because of that boy and not to improve your English! I've seen the way you look at him!"
"Mamman please!" growled Fleur "I need to get away from all this- you- me- EVERYTHING! I- I need to go and yes its because of him mamman and he is not a boy"
"Oh no?" she snapped "Not a boy? Then what? A little poor farm boy?"
"HOW DARE YOU?" screamed Fleur in disgust, she had never seen her mother like this before. "Shut up!"
"Don't you dare Fleur! A boy with red hair and stupid clothes? Yes I've heard about the Weasley' s, poor with so many children they all cant be fed!"
Fleur nearly chocked with disgust at her mothers words.
"Apolline!" roared Monsieur Delacour "how dare you? What the hell is wrong with you? What's gotten into you for you to talk about people in such a cruel way?"
"Nothings wrong with me!" she screamed at her husband "It's our daughter!"
"There's nothing wrong with me!" Fleur screamed. "I don't want this! I want to go! To get away from all this- from you! I don't care what he wears or if he's rich or poor! I just want to see him again… just him… please"
Her parents –her father who was holding his wife back from his eldest daughter, who was about to lounge at her and nock some sense in to her.
"You're not going," hissed her mother. "Your not throwing yourself away to him like a little stupid girl- a fool!"
"I'm not" Fleur said quietly, looking down at the marble polished floor. "I'm going to see him, to see something new… away..."
She looked up to see her parents, her father still holding his wife. Her mother looked like an ugly gargoyle... her father however understood.
He let his wife go and walked towards his daughter.
"Fleur." he said quietly "You're my daughter and I love you, I know that these past few months have been hard for you, and its been hard to watch you go through them. I know that you have suffered and I know you need to do something with yourself. To forget. To start over. Go Fleur. See that boy; get a job, so something and loose your self in a place you've never seen. Forget what happened this year and last… forget and live…"
Tears stung in Fleurs eyes, because she new her father understood. She felt a rush of happiness and excitement surge through her at her father's words
"Oh papa!" Fleur cried, running towards her father and hugging him tightly.
"NO!" yelled a voice- Fleur looked around to see her mother, red in the face, her mouth opening and closing like a fish- trying to find the right words.
"Enough." said Monsieur Delacour to his wife. "Leave her and let her be." His voice was calm but deadly serious.
Apolline Delacour shut up abruptly; she stood for a moment looking at her husband then turned on her heel and marched up the 3 story marble manor.
Fleur turned to look at her father; he just rolled his eyes, smiled and said, "Ill organize a portkey for you love."
Fleur only nodded her head and kissed his forehead. He turned and walked upstairs to where his wife was probably sulking.
Once Fleur could no longer hear his footsteps, she put her hand to her heart, sighed and leaned against the wall, feeling that her life was finally going in the right direction.
All of a sudden in the pale twilight, a little voice spoke causing a stunned Fleur to whip out her wand and nearly curse her little sister.
"Its me!" Cried Gabrielle Delacour. Fleur let a breathe of relief and said, "How many times Gabrielle? Stop doing that!"
Her little sister just gave her a watery smile and said in a small voice, "When you get married-" Fluers eyes widened n shock. "-Can I be your bridesmaid?" she finished sweetly.
Fleur stared down at her miniature self and just laughed; with out replying Fleur took her little sisters hand and led her up stairs to pack….
In the back of Fleur's mind, she wondered if he would remember her and if he did, would he want to see her…?
Well here it is folks. The first chapter. If you have opinions/idea's as to where you would like the story to lead or basic questions. Feel free to ask.
B.R.H.