Dearest Reader,
I like these two, they amuse me... a lot. Anyway, I think its ok. I speak French and this is an argument I have often had with my English-speaking friends, but I can't say it has ended the same way. Hope you enjoy.
Serendipity

Disclaimer: I am deeply falttered that you thought I owned this. But I do not. JK Rowling does though.

"Huge," He said patiently, making two cups of instant coffee as he spoke. He stirred the sugar in with a spoon – two lumps for her, one for him. They had met in his apartment today. He had told her it was because the café they usually met in was closed, but in reality it was simply getting too dangerous to venture outside. Bill scowled as he remembered seeing Yaxley slip into Knockturn Alley that afternoon. They were becoming far too powerful. Fleur's eyes were shut with concentration as she tried to memorize the sound. He watched her move her mouth a few times before she spoke.

"'Uge," She said finally; her eyes opened in time to catch the smirk which had formed automatically over his features. She scowled at him.
"Oh, eet eez easy for you! My mouz does not move zat way!" She exclaimed. He laughed outright, and her hands flew to her hips.

"Make it move that way, then." He replied, gathering himself once more. Her hands quivered in anger and her glare became more pronounced.

"You try saying… saying … lu!" She shot back triumphantly. Bill raised an eyebrow cockily.

"Loo,"

"Lu,"

"Yeah, loo,"

"Ha!" It was her turn to smirk and his turn to scowl, "Lu, Beel,"

"Loo, Fleur,"

"Non, non, non! See, eet eez not zat easy!" She grabbed his jaw with her hand and manipulated it. "Move you mouz zees way and zat, it cannot be done, some of zee time, I zink," The victory in her voice grated heavily on Bill. She was still talking, raving about this battle she had won. Were all women so beautiful when they threw tantrums, he wondered vaguely. She wasn't shutting up. A slow, vainglorious grin appeared. She noticed.

"What?" She asked irritably.

"Nothing," He replied airily. And then he kissed her full on the mouth.

Truth be told, he had expected a slap: a beautiful handprint on his cheek which would smart for minutes afterwards and leave a deeper imprint than a kiss in the same place. What he had not expected was her arms to entwine themselves around his broad shoulders, and her hands to curl delicately in his hair. He did not expect to find himself lifting her off her feet as he deepened the kiss. He had thought fascination with such a creature was normal, passing. But she was so close to him now he could hardly breathe. Her lips were so soft against his, her cheek was elfin against his gargantuan palm. His other arm was around her waist, and he held her inches above the ground easily; she and her magic were weightless. The thing in his chest thudded in triumph, a war which he had not known he was fighting had been won.

She drew away slightly. She was pressed against him in the crushing embrace which allowed her to float above the ground in his arms. She leaned back as far as she could without overbalancing. Against his lips, she murmured,

"Lu," He laughed, and she felt every part of the laugh ripple through him. She smiled. He was thrown back by the dazzling light she produced, and she pulled back at his expression. She only just caught the look of horror on his face as he reached behind him and grabbed the sink to stop them from falling. Gently, for she was a precious fairy, he placed her back on solid ground.

"You make me float," She whispered, her cheek against his chest and her arms around his waist. He adjusted himself so he could hold her better.

"The feeling's mutual," His voice was a low growl and this time he was taken by surprise as her lips met his with the same stubborn grace she had displayed minutes earlier.

Well, shall I bother to write another couple? Its hard to pick them! Review please. And let me know if you have any suggestions to narrow things down. Serendipity