Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

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WARNING! This chapter is unsuitable for people under the restricted age. If you are of the said restricted age, jump one chapter now. If you are of age... you are warned.

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Fleur Delacour couldn't remember when she was last in the arms of a strong man. And as their kiss deepened, she found out how strong he really was.

Both of them were filled with passion and hunger as their tongues clashed. They were barely able to control their frustrations as Fleur unbuttoned Bill's shirt. Getting more frustrated, she had decided to rip the shirt in one pull, sending all the buttons flying to every corner of the room.

Bill did not seem to notice or did not care. He himself was fumbling at her own shirt while their lips locked. He had more success than her and removed it without a scratch. Feeling his hands on her abdomen, he felt a nice silky texture as he ran his hand over her. He then removed her skirt, letting it fall to the ground.

His hands roamed as if exploring every inch of her body. But he was confused when he felt not only skin but lace and silk.

Reluctantly, Bill broke the kiss. Fleur looked at him in confusion and disappointment. Giving her a reassuring smile, Bill looked at her body.

Fleur was wearing a lovely corset, silk knickers, lace garter belt and stockings. Bill's smiled turned to an inquiring one as he looked at her.

"I AM French," she smiled and she took him back into her mouth. Bill succumbed to her wiles as the inched towards the very inviting bed.

They lost their balance as Fleur bumped and fell backwards on the bed. But still they didn't break their kiss.

Moaning in pleasure, Fleur tried to get the top of Bill's short to open.

Lust, passion and desire filled the entire room as the two of them explored each other.

Reaching in Bill's shorts, Fleur gasped at the contact she made. She couldn't believe she actually held it. And it was intimidating. Stroking his manhood, she felt it from base to tip and realized that it was... well endowed. Swallowing, Fleur had second thoughts but as Bill's kissing trailed from her lips to her neck, it didn't matter.

As his tongue trailed her neck, Bill was trying desperately to undo her corset. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough experience with that kind of undergarment. He didn't have experience whit ANY type of women's undergarment before. But he was a man and he was too proud to ask.

The hell with his pride. This was more important than that.

"Uh, Fleur?" he said shyly. Fleur moaned in question as Bill continued to fondle her. "How do you get out of this?" Despite her excited state, she laughed. Pulling a string from behind, Fleur removed the corset herself and tossed it aside. Now Bill had a clear view of what he had a glimpse all those months ago. And he had her permission.

She was simply a goddess. A model of perfection. It took Bill a full minute to get out of his awe and get back at the task at hand.

Fleur moaned louder as she felt the cold wetness of his tongue encircling her bare nipples. Tweaking them from time to time with his teeth.

Her French blood didn't want to be outclassed. Regaining control, she stoked his shaft gently and almost teasingly. Bill faltered for a second before continuing with his task.

His hand ventured downwards towards the silken cover of her treasure. Rubbing it gently through the silk fabric, Bill made her shriek in surprise. He felt her getting wetter by the minute as he inserted one of his fingers into her.

Fleur gasped out loud as she wrapped her arm around him. Bill explored her, touching the velvet like lining and rubbing her clit. To his horror, he felt a barrier stopping his finger from entering further. His heart raced and his breath quickened. He couldn't believe that he was her first.

His eyes were filled with fear when he looked at her. She was panting when she returned his gaze with one of understanding.

Fleur smiled and nodded. All fear left Bill's face when she saw her smile.

Bill smiled as he kissed her. But his kiss was not of lust or desire but of love. Pure unadulterated love that flowed from his heart wishing to enter hers. Fleur returned the kiss with the same kind of love if not more. The passion was still there but now they were heightened by their love for one another. A love that no one can break.

As they broke the kiss, Bill's eyes pleaded to her, asking for her permission. Taking a deep breath, Fleur smiled, although a little nervous at him. Bill returned her smile as he removed his shorts.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked softly as he gently removed her knickers.

"I am sure," she said just as soft.

"I just don't want to hurt you," he said as he laid her on the top most of the bed.

"You will never hurt me," she assured him. He, in turn, believed her.

"I'm sorry," he said as he thrust into her. With a sharp cry of pain, he stopped. He was nervous that he had hurt her too much. After a few minutes of deep breaths, Fleur smiled and kissed him.

"I'm okay," she said softly.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Bill Weasley," she said sternly but lovingly. "If you do not continue this I assure you that you will never have another chance. AT ANY OTHER WOMAN!" Bill took the threat to heart. In slow rhythms he pumped in and out of her.

For Fleur, pain was replaced by pleasure. Though she ignored some of the pain that had retained, she was happy at the fact that they were now joined.

Not only body but also in the soul.

As Bill's pace quickened, so did Fleur's gasps of ecstasy. She was nearing release and so did Bill.

Linked in mind, body and soul, they didn't need to communicate. They wanted to reach it together.

Bill's pace quickened further and soon, both of them reached ecstatic pleasure.

Out of breath, Bill gently lay down beside Fleur still joined, both of them contented not physically but emotionally as well.

Cuddling to a spoon position, both of them lay and rested, listening to each other's hearts pound. Wrapping his arms around her, Bill will never let go of her for he knew if he did, he would loose her forever.

As their heartbeat returned to normal, Bill kissed Fleur's cheek and cuddled into her neck.

"I love you, Fleur Delacour," he said, taking a big risk. But he didn't care. He loved her and he will NOT deny it any further. He will face the consequences later.

"Je t'aime, Bill Weasley," Fleur said lovingly. Bill blinked in surprise and joy. His heart swelled as he heart those words.

"Pardon?" he asked not really believing what he heard.

"Etes-vous sourd?" she asked almost teasingly. Bill sighed in contentment. But there's something else missing.

Something else to complete his soul.

And mustering up the courage, and his knowledge of French, he had to do it.

"M'epouserez-vous?" he asked. This time, it was Fleur who was shocked. But her shock turned to joy as she faced him.

"Oui," she said as she kissed him lovingly and passionately.

"Let's talk about the details another time," Bill said as he yawned. Fleur giggled and snuggled close to him.

Kissing her cheek, Bill bade her goodnight.

The night was theirs.

The day will be new.

And their lives will be shared.

And Bill's curse had been broken.

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End of 22a.

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A/n: Please do not hurt me. This is my first attempt to do something like this. Suggestions are welcomed. Should I revise this? Please. I need your input. Tell me your true opinion. And I hope no one is offended.