Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and characters. Shame isn't it?

AN: French accent isn't probably all that accurate, but you guys probably don't mind, right? All I had to help me out was an episode of the Simpsons. Sad sad world isn't it?

Thank you to all my reviewers who proved me wrong! I wrote this just for you. :)

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Once we entered my office my heart began to slow down, slightly. I took a deep breath and felt a lot more relaxed. Well, as relaxed as I could be with a shirtless Bill.

He was looking at the pictures on my desk. There were only two little frames. One of my cat, and the other of my sister, Gabrielle.

Bill looked up and smiled at me. "Who is she?"

All I could do was blush. I didn't know how to say sister in English. "She iz my-"Was all I could manage. "I dunno ze word,"

He nodded his head in understanding. "Don't know a lot of English?" I nodded my head and felt my cheeks grow warmer.

"It's one of the harder languages to learn, but I'm sure you'll pick up on it if you practice. You're French, correct?"

"Yez,"

He still had a friendly smile on his face. His smile was warm and gentle, and had a strange power that made me return it with my own. I fumbled around and found the paper work I need for him to fill out. He looked back and mumbled thanks.

Something in my head went 'click'. "Sizter," He looked up from his writing.

"Excuse me?"

"She is my sizter,"

"Oh, you mean sister," Bill chuckled and looked back at the picture. "Should have known. You look a lot alike," Then he looked back at me. "See, I knew you were clever. You'll pick up fast," Then he went back to filling the paper out and leaving me to attend to my raging heart.

I still needed a lot of help. I'd tried to work with several tutors. Many turned down the job, and the ones who accepted couldn't bring their gaze above my neck. I tried to ignore this for the good of my education, but I can't think when someone is drooling beside me.

Bill handed me the paper work and I struggled to find the words I wanted. I couldn't decide the exact reason as to why. It feel between the fact he was so charming, and I barely know enough English.

His soft eyes looked up at me and the words came through perfectly. "Zank you, and 'ave a nice evening," Even though the clock was ticking and it would soon be a very, very early morning.

He grinned at me, and it left me feeling very warm in several places. I really liked the fact he didn't have a shirt. Though it was really distracting.

"Do you know when the payment will come in?" He said softly with the grin still on his face.

"Next Friday," It amazed me. I could speak perfect English as long as he looked at me.

A few worried lines came onto his face, but the friendly smile was still there. "Any way I can get a forward on that? Rent is due,"

My stomach knotted and I shock my head. A new policy had been made after tons of people took advantage of it. I could only imagine what his landlord was like.

From what I'm told, most landlord's are very strict and won't take a late payment. I am lucky not to have this problem. My landlord could be subdued with some chocolate frogs or some fire whiskey. I had used this solution several times.

He gave me a forced smile and nodded. "Thank you. Good Evening Ms. Delacour," He was turning to leave when an other click went off in my head.

I was having a great night!

"Ju grew up in England, correct?" He turned back around.

"What was that?" My accent must be very hard to understand! Hopefully he could fix that.

"Did ju grow up in England?" He nodded politely, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Good, because I vas 'oping ju could perhaps give me zome lessons? I 'ave no luck wiz ze tutors,"

He grinned at me and my stomach did a flip. "When do we start?"

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