-Bill-
I opened my eyes, ready for the tri-wizard tournament. Instead of Harry, I saw a beautiful young lady with platinum blonde hair and the most startling pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. She came up to me and asked for my name "Bill, Bill Weasley."
"Fleur Delacour" I didn't care if she was from Beauxbatons, I would get to know her, no matter what. She asked shyly if I was here to support Durmstrang or Hogwarts.
"Obligatorily Hogwarts, but I'll be rooting for you really!" I said sighing.
"Well, how will you root for me Bill?" She asked even more shyly.
"Like this" I daringly kissed her on the cheek. She smiled at me.
"That won't help with luck, but this will!" she said before kissing me on the lips. I could feel her lips on mine, I could tell that she hadn't planned this, I could tell a lot of things. She walked away, swishing her hips as she went. I stood open-mouthed at her and her sheer beauty. I could not believe she was just going to walk away. But yet she did. I let her go, that was the worst mistake of my life.
-Six years later-
I sat in my office, waiting on the new French assistant to arrive, whoever it was I hoped they would be nice. I finished drawing another of my sketched of Fleur. Even if it was six years ago, Fleur had stayed in my mind along with my everlasting regret I had let her go. I added the recent creation to the pile on my desk that included an oil painting of Fleur at the Yule Ball, smiling and laughing with her friends. Fleur walking away from me, that day and Fleur was smiling shyly at me. These were the only remainders of her I had. The door opened; there stood a beautiful blonde with startlingly familiar eyes. "Fleur!"
"Bill!" I stood slack jawed at her. She had matured over six years, her hair was even longer, her face had aged considerably, adding to the beauty that she possessed so strongly. I swept her up into my arms and kissed her. I vowed never, ever to let her go again.
-One year later-
I stood shaking at the altar, all sorts of terrible scenarios flooding my brain. I tried to calm down. Taking deep breaths I turned round to look down the aisle only to see a goddess walking down it. Dressed in a floaty dress she looked divine. Instantly my worries faded away. Just before the ceremony ended she said
"How will you root for me Bill?"
"Like this:" I kissed her on the lips, the whole world just me and my beautiful wife: Fleur Weasley.