'I didn't know she was a Veela at first, though I probably should have. The long, silky hair, so pale that it seemed to glow in the candle light, the pale skin, the blue eyes as clear and striking as the sea, the full figure, the slight blush that graced her cheeks, those rosebud lips that just begged to be kissed...
'Strangely enough, I know she didn't use the seductive powers with me. Maybe it was because she didn't want me, though she seemed to.
'I fell in love with her before I even knew her name. But when I heard it, I let it roll from my lips, "Fleur..." Such a beacutiful flower - a lilly. My Lilly. Every man's Lilly.
'I courted her, what else could I do? My heart simply ached to be near her. We'd been courting for years. I had actually just bought a bonding band to give her when I saw them.
'Down in the back gardens of the house. Of my house. Blaise. Spy for the Order. And Fleur. My Fleur. He was on his knees before her, holding up a box not unlike the one I now held in my hand. And she smiled. She smiled a smile that never graced her lips when I was with her. I sunk into a tree trunk.
'When I saw him kiss her, there was nothing I could do. I whipped my knife from my boot, and charged in on them. Needless to say, they were both shocked. I grabbed Blaise by the collar. I don't remember what I said to him. But moments later, my dagger was burried in his heart. The box he'd held with Fleur's ring fell from his fingers to her feet. I let his body fall to the ground. I opened my ring box, and tossed it down beside his. The same ring. Exactly the same.
'It was all for my lovely Fleur. My Lilly. Every man's Lilly.' His eyes searched out hers in the crowded court room. He spoke directly to her as he murmered the last of his testimony, 'I still love you. I don't blame you. But I still love you.'
A single tear escaped her eye as the head of the Wizengamot declared, 'William Arthur Weasly, the court finds you guilty of murder in the first degree. You have been sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss.'
Fleur watched horrified as he nodded and mumbled, 'The only kiss I deserve.'
What could she do? Nothing. The whole affair was her fault, anyway. She, like most int he chamber watched Bill as he accepted the kiss and turned into a shell of the beautiful, and brilliant man she had known.
She went back to his house, one last time, plucking one of his many daggers from his dresser. Only this one was different that the rest. Instead of ornate carvings or fillagree on the handle, this one was shaped like a lilly and, just under the hilt, read, "With love, your Lilly."
She smoothly unsheathed the dagger and plunged it into her breast...
The song that inspired the story. "Lilly of the West" - Joan Baez's version
When first I came to Louisville
Some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from Lexington
Was pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips
Like arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was Flora
The Lily Of The West
I courted lovely Flora
Some pleasure there to find
She turned unto another man
Which sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty
Deprived me of my rest
Still I love my faithless Flora
The Lily Of The West
Down in yonder shady grove
A man of high degree
Conversing with my Flora there
It seemed so strange to me
And the answer that she gave to him
It sure did me oppress
I was betrayed by Flora
The Lily Of The West
I stepped up to my rival
My dagger in my hand
I seized him by the collar and
I boldly made him stand
Being mad to desperation I pierced him in the breast
All for my lovely Flora
The Lily Of The West
I had to stand my trial
I had to make my plea
They placed me in the criminal box
And then commenced on me
Although she swore my life away
Deprived me of my rest
And I still love my faithless Flora
The Lily Of The West