This drabble was written for the Bingo Card Drabble Competition - Second Round: Medium - Bill Weasley (9)
Word count: 499 words
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, all rights go to J.K. Rowling.
All it took was a filthy spoon...
A small smile was playing on his lips while she was frowning.
"What is this?" Bill raised the spoon in his hand and lazily leaned back. She took the cutlery from him and pressed her lips together.
"A filt'y cuillère," she responded and he shook his head while he laughed.
"A spoon, Fleur. It's a spoon," he offered the answer, but she just shot him a look which was definitely not kind. He just smirked and grabbed the spoon which was still in Fleur's hand.
"Euh," she said angrily, but he just smiled lazily. For a moment he hesitated, but then he leaned closer to the blonde girl. Like he was going to tell her a secret he cupped her cheeks and got closer to her right ear.
"For you information, it's not filthy, Miss Delacour. You are just... fastidious," he said and he got away from her in record time. Her expression became furious, but he just laughed.
"I was just kidding, Fleur... Though I have to admit, that was my first impression of you, but I've realized that I was wrong. You are an amazing girl... woman, you know." His voice was teasing first, but it soon became solemn, somewhat soft too. Her expression changed as well, she bit her lips and her striking blue eyes met his.
"It iz a nice spoon." She took the spoon out of his hand and she smiled at him.
"I thought that it was filt'y," he mocked her French accent. She hit him playfully with the spoon and he just chuckled.
"Bâtard," she muttered while he offered her an apologetic smile.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" he asked softly and winked at her. She felt that she blushed and she shook her head.
"No, you are a pretty decent basta'd," she offered and he laughed. He grabbed her hands, not caring that she was still holding the spoon. He looked into her eyes which were so blue it was strangely inhuman.
"Spoon," she tasted the foreign word. She wrinkled her forehead and he found her expression oddly engaging.
"Actually you were right. The spoon was filthy. I just like fighting with you and teasing you," he confessed after a moment of silence. She seemed surprised by his sudden outburst and raised her eyebrows.
"'Hy?" she asked curiously and he looked away for a moment.
"Because you always have an answer, you are feisty and... I enjoy our hassles," he answered and before she could answer he leaned forward, cupped her face and brushed his lips against hers.
"Hm... Dzat cuillère... Non, dzat spoon iz not filt'y," she stated as soon as he let her go. He chuckled and raised the spoon.
"It is filthy," he said challengingly and she grinned.
"Pas du tout... Not at all," she replied.
"It is."
"Non..."
All it took was a filthy spoon to start their passionate hassle which soon turned into a passionate make out session...