Title: With a Little Help
Prompt: Kiss The Girl from the Little Mermaid
Rating: PG
Word Count: 494
Warnings: None.
Summary: Bill doesn't need help to get closer to Fleur Delacour – he needs help to resist her.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe, all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No money is made from this work.

"You're dating Fleur Delacour?"

"The hot Veela chick?"

Fred and George stared at each other, then back at Bill. Their big brother prepared to leave, pulled on his leather jacket and checked the mirror twice for his hair. He flashed the twins a smile over his shoulder.

"I'm giving English lessons to a colleague, that's all."

"Oi!" Fred elbowed his twin. "He's not taking advantage of that!"

"And here I always thought you were intelligent, Bill," George added and shook his head.

"Whatever…" Bill gazed at his watch. "I'll be back tonight…"

"Stupid!" Fred buried his face in his hands.

"Then you can show me your new products," Bill continued without paying attention to Fred's frustrated mumbling.

"We've thought about including love potions in our product range," George said, but Bill just waved at him and headed for the door. "Just in case you need some help!"

Fred stopped mumbling with the noise of the closing door. "George?"

"Eh?"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Bill didn't need any help to progress with women, he needed help to stop the inevitable.

There he sat in the Leaky Cauldron next to a stunningly beautiful woman who was constantly playing with her hair and fluttering her long lashes at him, and he wasn't able to resist Fleur Delacour's flirting any longer. And he was unsure why he even tried to.

Maybe it was the sparkling Veela-charm. Fleur could bewitch any wizard at Gringotts, and Bill was quite sure that one goblin liked to stare at her as well. He considered himself too old for meaningless affairs, but he still couldn't tell Fleur to ask someone else to help her improve her already very good English.

It was an excuse to get close to him, so he retrieved his hand when Fleur's fingers brushed over his.

Fleur looked sad and shifted her gaze away, so that Bill wouldn't see, but in precisely these moments, when all haughtiness left Fleur's face, he wanted to kiss her so badly.

He was almost glad for the interruption.

"Hey, do you hear that?" Bill searched for the source of the music and startled at the sight of candles floating in their direction.

George glared at his proudly smiling twin. "Music and floating candles. That's very subtle, Fred."

"It's working," Fred said and nodded to Fleur and Bill.

George had to listen closely to hear Bill say, "This is too weird for words."

"Oh, I zink it is stunningly beautiful, Bill," Fleur purred, almost inaudible to George, but Bill laughed at the exaggeration.

"Yeah… very romantic."

"With you, a lot of weird zings seem romantic to me."

They looked into each other's eyes.

Bill smiled. "Really?" He seemed to wait for Fleur's nod, hesitated and then slowly leant forward…

"Ah, I don't think Bill's got time for our products tonight," Fred drawled and George couldn't suppress his laughter. It was loud enough to drown the music.

Bill looked up. "You!"