Out of all the boys she had ever kissed, Fleur knew she would never forget the moment her lips collided with those of Bill Weasley for the first time. He was special, even above the royalty she had kissed.
Of course, there was a large difference in the fact that she had been kissing boys and Bill Weasley was quite clearly a man but Fleur was absolutely sure that she would have felt the same regardless of how old he was at the time of their kiss.
She had originally thought, upon seeing him across the room with Harry at the Triwizard Tournament, that he was extremely handsome and his dangerous looks just made him more attractive, but there was no point as she would never see him again once the Tournament ended. Her thoughts had immediately changed that summer when she had taken a job at Gringotts as an attempt to improve her English.
"Good morning, Miss Delacour, welcome to Gringotts. Mr Weasley has just given up his job as curse-breaker in Egypt in favour of a desk job here in London, he'll be working beside you and I'm sure he'll be more than happy to help you if you need anything. Ah, speak of the devil, here he is. Bill, this is Fleur." Fleur had looked up from the goblin and there he was, standing there in all his fang-earring wearing, red-hair sporting goodness. She started to believe in fate that day.
"Hello," he had said and she thought he might as well have sung the greeting to her; his voice was so deep and rich. She had honestly never felt like that; all she could do was stare at him. "Griphook tells me that you've taken the job here to improve your English?"
"Ah, yes I 'ave," Fleur confirmed, pleased that she hadn't stuttered or choked on her words. He smiled at her and turned so he could lead her through the bank to the desks they would be working at.
"If you want, I could help you with that? You know, like, private lessons or something?" He had smiled charmingly at her and Fleur had thanked Merlin they had reached their desks because her knees had gone weak just in time for her to collapse into a chair.
"No, no, eet eez no trouble, and I 'ave no money to pay you with…" She had trailed off, embarrassed by her situation – money-less and unable to speak the language properly. He had frowned at her, and she had wondered what she had done to earn a look of such wrath from him.
"I don't expect you to pay me," he'd said gently, realising that he was upsetting her with his grimace. "I'll happily do it for free. So I'll meet you at outside the bank at seven? I know a nice place just outside the city where we can go." Was he asking her on a date? They had only just met that day! "I'm not asking you on a date, but I figure we should try and get to know each other if I'm going to teach you English." He had smiled at her again, in that charming way, and she wondered if he was psychic; having replied to her thoughts twice now. She had smiled back and agreed to meet him then.
She had kissed him that night, in the sunny orchard he had taken her to. It had stayed light long after they had left Diagon Alley to learn more about each other over a simple dinner of bread and wine and he'd just been so sweet and kind and funny that she had leant over the small picnic basket and kissed him. He'd pulled away, smiling, and the pointed out how late it was getting.
He'd Apparated her back to her small apartment in Diagon Alley and, after standing staring at her for a few minutes, he'd kissed her goodbye and then smiled bashfully and promised he would see her the next day.
And so their relationship began.
