She remembered the first time they met.

Fleur made her way slowly up the steps of the English Branch of Gringotts. She had worked at the one in France for a few months after the competing for the Triwizard cup. She was now transferring to England, working as a secretary for a curse breaker, because she wanted—no, needed—to get away from home. Her parents fought more often, and while she felt guilty for leaving Gabrielle alone, she would soon be off to the Academy, away from the large, cruel, lonely home.

Thinking of how she was just graduated, she felt a pang. The Academy had been the place she loved, the place she felt at home. Here she was, in England, complletely alone, and she soon realized, once she entered the bank, lost. She looked around slowly and confusedly, her eyebrows scrunched up and her eyes looking distant.

"Miss Delacour?" a voice said. She wirled around, seeing a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes smiling at her. She immdediately felt annoyed with him. Men were always staring and it bothered her to aboslutely no end. He was comoletely baffled by her, apparently.

"Yes?" she tried to sound polite. "Zat ees me."

"I'm Xavier Hunter," he said, appearing more confident. "You're my new secretary, correct?"

"Yes, sir," she nodded. "Where do I go?"

"Just follow me, of you will." he turned and began to hurry up another set of stairs. She followed him up many levels, until he finally turned and headed toward a set of office doors. She passed a lift angrily; why couldn't they have taken it? Instead of running up six flights of stairs?

"Here we are," Xavier said. He turned to look at her and smiled again. She resisted rolling her eyes. "Now, my partner and his new secretary will be here soon. You're desk is right over here, on the other side of the filing cabinet. What you'll do is...ahh! Bill, you're here!"

Fleur looked up from her bag that she had just set down, seeing one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever laid eyes upon. He wasn't like the boys at school she always fell for. He was older, for sure, but he was also not like the rich, proud, men she'd always admired. He was tall and muscular, holding himself with easy dignity. His eyes were the brightest and most shocking blue she'd ever seen, his skin darkened, from sun she supposed. In his ear was an earring, some kind of sharp fang from an animal, which she loved. His leather (dragon hide, she thought) boots that his worn and patched up jeans were tucked into looked dangerous, along with his leather jacket. His hair though...it was flaming red, long and straight, pulled back in a ponytail at his neck. She had the sudden urge to run her fingers through it.

What? Oh, merci moi!, she thought. Get over yourself! You are obviously not feelin well.

She remembered this man. She's met him at Hogwarts, while walking the grounds. She had absent mindely run into him and they'd spent an afternoon by the lake, talking and smiling at each other before he'd had to go. She remembered how much she'd liked him just from that one meeting.

"Hello," Bill Weaskey stuck out his hand and smiled easily at her. His smile was different though. It wasn't the leering one most men gave her. It was the kind that seems geniuly friendly, like he wasn't paying attention to her body at all. "Nice to meet you. You look a bit familiar. Do we know each other?"

"We met at 'Ogwarts," she said with a slight smile. "By zee lake, where zat—

"Shady beach tree is, yeah," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I remember. How you been? After...you know..."

She was touched he bothered to ask. "Very well."

"That's good," he said. "Are you the new secretary for Xavier, here?"

She nodded.

"Well, meet my secretary, Gabrielle Waters," he stepped aside to reveal a petite, pale, blonde hair grey eyed girl. Fleur suddenly missed her sister. This woman even had the same name as her Gabrielle.

"Nice to meet you," Gabrielle said with a smile. "We'll apparently be spending a lo of time together. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

"You as well," Fleur smiled. She glanced over at Bill; he was talking to Xavier, looking thoughtful. He noticed her looking and he smiled softly, his eyes brighter than ususal. She felt something inside her spark, a blush forming on her cheeks. She didn't know what it was, but something definately sparked.

She remembered the first time he kissed her.

They were in a quiet shop in Diagon Alley, with food Fleur actually liked. That was hard to find in England. While they ate, they continued working on her English lessons like they had been for the past four months. Snow was beginning to fall outside and she was getting fustrated.

Bill sighed patiently, never getting worked up with Fleur, and ran his fingers through his hair. Fleur clenched her fist in her lap.

"It's simple, really," Bill said quietly, glad they were the only ones in the store. She was loud. "Blow out your breath, like ha!"

She glared at him and sighed. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Good," he nodded. "Now say, "Ho! ho! Ho!"

She did as was told.

"Okay," he nodded. "Put an 'M' with it. Say, home."

"Home," she said with a little difficulty. "Home. Home."

"Now say, 'It is time to go go home."

"It is time to go home," she said. Her face immediately brightened. "I did it!" She jumped excitedly in her seat, throwing her arms around his neck in a victorious hug. "Yes, yes, yes! I did it!"

"Yes you did," he said, a grin lighting up his face. "We still have a long way to go."

"Oh hush," she stood, gathering her things. "Do not ruin my moment."

"Yes ma'am," Bill replied, gathering his things as well. She started to shrug her cloak on, seeming to have trouble. He stood behind her, his hands grasping the thin material and pulling it up her shoulder. She shivered as his hands grazed the back of her neck. Fleur turned and looked up at him with a soft smile and shining eyes.

"William," she said. " 'Ow do you—

"Fleur..."

"I am sorry," she said. "How...do you say, 'Kees me?' "

"Keys me?" he repeated slowly, muttering the phrase. Suddenly, he realized what she meant. "Well..." Her eyes closed as he slowly wound his arms around her waist, pulling her up slightly. "It's like saying 'is' to be truthful."

"Is?" she slipped her arms around his neck, their faces very close. Their foreheads touched, noses grazing each other.

"Yes," he said quietly. "Except with a 'k' in front and it sounds more like 'kiss' then 'kiz'. Can you say it? Kiss?"

"William," she said, reaching up slightly. "Kiss me."

"Yes ma'am."

He leaned down just enough to close the space between them, pressing his lips softly to hers. She moved her mouth against his slowly, softly, and he returned it the same way. When they pulled apart, they smiled at each other before Fleur pulled him back to her hungrily and the kiss became passionate. After a good bit, they took a breath. "You know...what we talked about last week at lunch?"

"Living life like it's your last day on earth," he said. "Because in these times, it just might be."

She grinned and pulled him closer to her, eyes alight with mischeif. "I want to live tonight. With you."

He grinned back, understanding. "You really want to? Why me?"

"Because you're not like most men," she said, her fingers twisting into his hair behind his head. "I could take any man home with me tonight to live. But when I wake up, zey would not be zere. Zey would not come back. You will, I know it. Zere has always been something about you zat is different. You do not act ze way zey do. I do not really know 'ow...how to explain it, to be honest. I just know I want to be wiz you right now."

She had stepped so far our of her comfort zone. She was scared about his reply.

"Then I guess it's good that I want to be with you right now." he kissed her again. "You need to get wrapped up though. It's cold." he reached behind her and got her cap and scarf, slowly securing them around her. He then took her into his arms in a tight embrace, made sure he had his wand, and apparated into her flat, which was already warmed up magically.

She looked up at him and took his face in her hands.

"Tonight, we live a little."

And she said it with perfect English.

She definately remembered the time he proposed.

"Bill," Fleur whined. "Take this damned thing off me!"

"Spoken like a true English woman," he whispered into her ear.

"Weasley..."

"Delacour..."

"Don't test me," she said. "You know how touchy veela woman are."

"Oh shush," he said. "You'll love it. Come on, please don't try and smack me. I bought you a pretty dress and had you dress up, one of the things you love to do. I'm taking you somewhere special. Please...just a few more steps and I'll take off the blindfold."

"Fine," she said, putting her hands over his on her waist as they walked. "But zis better be good."

"It is," he whipped off the blindfold quickly. The sight made her gasp, her hands covering her mouth. They were in a small cafe in wizarding Paris. Bill had enchanted the blindfold so that she couldn't hear anything going on around them. Otherwise, she would have known.

The cafe was her favorite. If you sat at a certain small table outside, you could get the perfect view of the Eiffel tower. It was night time, so lights were lit up everywhere, particularly the dlowtif candles all around the outside of the cafe. Bill took her to the certain small table and pulled her chair out for her. Fleur was speechless. He sat across from her and immediately a waitress appeared with a bottle of French wine.

"May I take your orders?" she asked sweetly. Once they placed their orders, they talked quietly.

"Why are you do-eeng zis?" she asked.

"It's you're birthday," he said. "It's a special day."

That was the biggest hint she got. Not only had he gotten her a new dress for her birthday, but he brought her to Paris, to her favorite cafe. Street music played a soft melody close by, setting the perfect scene.

After the best dinner of her life, Bill took her to the park, still in view of the stars and Eiffel tower. They walked hand in hand to a little bridge that was across a little creek that branch off from the Seien and Ito the park. She noticed the candles floating in the water, the rose petals scattered everywhere. She bit her lip at Bill stopped her and turned, getting down on one knee. She soon realized what was so special about this birthday.

He proclaimed his love for her, pulling out a small black velvet box. He popped it open, showing a gorgeous ring, causing tears to spill out of her eyes. "So...will you marry me?"

She laughed, accepting the ring. "Of course, William. I will marry you."

Fleur Weasley lay in bed beside her husband, smiling to herself as she remembered those few special moments about him.. She felt his arm draped across her pregnant belly in the dark. He fell asleep like that every single night. She loved that he did that.

Suddenly, she felt a large sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and felt like she had peed the bed.

"Ahh!" she cried out. "Bill! Bill, wake up! Oh putain c'est!"

"I'm up," he sprang out of bed groggily. "What's wro...oh. Umm, okay. Let me get the bag, and we'll head over to Saint Mungos."

Fleur could feel that this would be yet another thing she remembered about Bill Weasley. Her friend, tutor, husband, and now father of her child.