Pairing: Ron Weasley and Fleur Delacour
Rating: T
Length: 266
Warning: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe, I just like to play around with different situations = )
Ron Weasley was walking through Diagon Alley one spring afternoon, looking for a birthday present for his godson, James Sirius Potter, Harry and Hermione's oldest son. He was looking around when he spotted very familiar silver-blonde hair. The hair was attached to Fleur Delacour, the former Beauxbatons Academy tri-wizard champion. "Fleur?"
The blonde's head turned. She didn't think anyone would recognize her here, it had been seven years since she'd stepped foot in London. She spied a familiar red head from her past. He was Harry Potter's friend. This one in particular had asked her to the Yule Ball at the tournament. Oh what was his name… Ross? Reggie?.... Ron! "Ron?" That's it, because she tried to keep tabs on people who were always on the front pages of magazines.
"Fleur, what on earth are you doing back in London?" he asked, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
"Shopping trip," she said with a small smile. This wasn't the same boy from all those years ago; that boy had been so under the Veela charm it was nearly gut wrenching. Now he had a normal smile, and treated her like any other girl.
"Hey, how's about we go to lunch, catch up on old times?" he asked cheerfully, really wanting to take her out.
"Um, I guess as long as you're not busy," she replied.
"I'm not too busy to take out a beautiful woman," he said charmingly. She smiled and accepted his preferred arm and together they wound their way through Diagon Alley until Fleur pointed out the Leaky Cauldron for lunch.