Question 2: What are you most vain about

Answer: Hair

Trick or treating: dream

WC: 585

She smiled at her new husband, resting her head against his shoulder as he twirled her around the dance floor. She remembered the time she'd first officially been introduced to him.

It was the first day, and she'd been led around by a weak boy by the name of Nathan. He'd been hitting on her the entire time, reaching out to touch her loose hair lightly, even as she shrugged his hand away.

Then he had brought her to the other curse breakers, showing her off like she was already his.

Bill had approached them first, she remembered. He'd handed her a hair elastic and told her to put her hair back, because it was long enough to get caught in the trolleys on the way down to the vaults.

"It's not that long!" Nathan had cried in protest.

"Have you ever had hair that long, Nathan? No? Then you can't be the judge of that, can you? Believe me, take it from someone who knows how bloody awful it is to get your hair caught in those tracks. Would you wish her that kind of experience on her first day?" He'd frowned at Nathan, turning the boy into a stuttering mess. Then he'd told her he'd show her the vaults, effectively freeing her from the other boy's clutches with a subtle wink.

She'd fallen in love with him just for resisting her charms after that.

"I know you. You're Fleur Delacour," he'd said. She'd nodded, confused at how he knew her. She was certain she hadn't seen him around - she'd remember such a handsome face.

"'Oo were t'ere?"

"Yea, my brother's best friend was in the tournament. Harry."

"Ah, so 'oo are a Weasley?"

"Yea, Bill. Bill Weasley. The oldest of them all," he joked, holding his hand out to shake.

She took it, smiling. "What ees eet like 'aving all those seeblings?"

He rolled his eyes. "Disastrous. It makes for a very entertaining Christmas, though."

"Eet sounds like fun. 'Aving all those seeblings. Gabrielle and I are quiet for Maman and Papa. They get 'eadaches, 'oo see."

"Well, it sounds like you'd be in need of a chaotic Christmas. Or a chaotic day of any type. You're welcome to visit with me if you ever need a place to go. Mum's always got extra food and and extra place for the table. She loves feeding people. It's her life goal."

Fleur had laughed at that. Mrs. Weasley sounded charming.

"Fleur? What's on your mind, love?" Bill whispered in her ear, hugging her tight. She smiled and kissed his cheek, happy to be right where she was.

"I was thinking of when we first met."

Bill smoothed her hair down, kissing her softly. "I loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you, you know."

"Really? I thought you were immune to my charm," she said, surprised. Her husband grinned.

"Nope, not immune. Just much better with veela than that Nathan boy. I've run into them quite a few times since cursebreaking. I've found they love it when you pretend to not be attracted to them. It's a challenge for them."

Fleur laughed. "'Ow did you know it would work?"

He kissed her softly, before whispering against her lips. "I didn't."