I don't really like this, but I decided to challenge myself by writing about a nondescript character. It's about Roger's shortlived relationship with Fleur- in which I imagine Fleur would have been very flippant and demanding. I think she matured greatly when she met Bill.
DANCE
Roger had been, to put it mildly, absolutely astounded when Fleur asked him to the ball. She initiated everything; from the time they would meet in the great hall to what colour dress robes he should be wearing best to match her own.
He remembers that first dance, upright and proper, and then later the slower, more intimate ones, when she would rest her head against his shoulder and encircle her arms around his neck, and he would place his hands on the curve of her waist.
He remembers when she took his hand and surreptitiously led him outside, and when she began to kiss him passionately, messing up his neatly combed hair with her cold fingers. He'd kissed her back, thinking to himself that this was the best he'd ever get so he'd better enjoy it while it lasted.
He remembers walking her back to the carriage, where she kissed him again, and for a moment he'd thought he wouldn't be able to stop. Then she'd pulled away, leaving him dumbstruck, standing stupidly outside while listening to the giggles from inside the carriage.
He watched her in all of the challenges and realised he was falling in love. He'd never been in love before, but he was sure that the fluttery feeling in his stomach every time he saw her wasn't indigestion.
She'd arrange little snog sessions for them in various hiding places, sending him notes on pastel coloured paper, delivered by her various friends. He'd always go, and there were times when they wouldn't even speak. He wished they would; he wanted to get to know her better. Sometimes he felt he hardly knew her at all.
One of the times, he asked her what it was like to be the only girl participant. Was she scared?
"I am only scared of defeat, and that ees already 'appening, non? Diggory will win, but 'e ees charmant, so I do not mind loseeng to 'eem."
Roger tried to say something, but she kissed him, and he was silent again.
When Beauxbatons were leaving, Roger received a lemon yellow note with a pink lipstick kiss mark telling him to meet her by the lake. She was alone, watching the giant squid drift across the lake from a bench.
"Roger," she said when he sat down beside her, rolling her r's the way he liked.
"Hi, Fleur."
They looked at each other for a few minutes, Roger taking in her perfect beauty for a final time. His heart ached to think that after this, he might never see her again.
"I'll miss you," he said softly, taking hold of her cool white hand.
She nodded. "It 'as been wonderful." She tossed her silvery hair, which was gleaming in the brilliant sunshine. She leaned in to kiss him, but he put a finger to her lips.
"Please. Promise me you'll write." He didn't want this last meeting to be meaningless like all the rest, just another juvenile snogging session.
She was impatient. "Ov course I will, Roger…"
"You promise?" Roger felt silly, but he really needed to hear it.
Fleur rolled her eyes and tossed her hair again. "Yes, yes! Roger, I don't 'ave much time left…" She leaned in again, and this time he succumbed.
After a while, when they were eventually both panting for air after Fleur's rather voracious kissing techniques, Roger stood up, pulling Fleur with him. She looked at him in surprise and he smiled, taking one of her hands in his and putting the other on her waist.
She laughed. "You want to dance?"
"Don't you?"
She shrugged, but relaxed and they began to revolve slowly on the spot. Roger held on to the moment for as long as he could, because even though his heart told him they would be together again someday, his head said otherwise.
As he watched her get into the carriage with a regal wave and a stunning smile, his intelligent Ravenclaw mind told him that the note in his pocket would be the last he'd ever receive.
His intelligent Ravenclaw mind was right; Roger never received a pastel coloured note with a lipstick kiss mark again.
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But he did see her again. When he was much older, and Fleur much more mature, they met by chance while shopping in Diagon Alley with their respective families. They passed in the street, Fleur with her two, rather beautiful young children and Bill, and Roger with his girlfriend and her bump. Roger didn't think she would recognise him at first, but she blushed when he caught her eye. He smiled cheerily and she shyly did the same. It wouldn't have been much for anyone else, but the blush and smile were more than enough for Roger.
END
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Note: I know Bill and Fleur had three children; this is before Louis was born.