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King of Tarts
That's me, Bill Weasley – King of Tarts. Or at least that's what my brothers are callin' me these days. It's not my fault that the women love me and I love them back. After all I had a lot of mourning to do. When Fleur died I was heart broken. My beautiful blond goddess was gone. No longer did I wake in the night just to hear her soft snoring. Nor did I wake in the morning to find her playing with my chest hair; she loved it saying that most the men where she was from didn't have any. When she died at the end of the war it was hard. Being all split up, the family that is, it was hard when she was killed.
She was killed accidentally by a muggle. We had been hiding out of England in a flat building. The man living below us must have heard all the noise from the junior Death Eaters and us fighting. What he had, had was the muggle police later told me was a shotgun with him. Not knowing who we were he, never seeing us before, had shot at the first thing to move. Of course you know it was Fleur that moved. The Death Eaters were escaping; she wanted some information on what the bloody hell was going on. So she had moved towards her wand grabbing it to put a tracer on where they had gone. The minute she moved, the muggle shot. Without words I ran to her. The man had dropped his gun in shock, not really knowing what he had done until he had done it. I held her in my arms until Colin had pulled me away. Creevey had been with us for some time. Getting it so that he got done with school the same year Ron and them did.
When she died it was like a huge part of my brain just died with her. I was dead. For months I just laid there. Did nothing. Then one night about a year after she died George, Charlie and Ron were going out to some pub, asked if I want to come along. And I did. I didn't want to lie there for the rest of my life. So we went to the pub and you wouldn't guess but there were ladies there, and only one or two blond. I remember her perfectly. The first woman I had since Fleur. She was beautiful. Short black hair. Honey colored eyes and a small up-turned nose. She stood close to my height but that might have been her shoes. She was wearing black and red flannel. Fleur hated black and only like red on my body. So when we went back to her place it was exhilarating. Not only being with a woman again but also one that in no way reminded me of my beautiful dead wife. The fact that she had nothing in common with Fleur made me think about Fleur the whole time. Lets just say this became my way.
Picking up a girl for the night then never seeing her again. Ok a few times I saw the girl again, I thought they would be mad at me but no we just ended right back in bed. As my story goes one girl ended up getting pregnant. God I thought my life was over. Never again was I to roam the pubs, bars, and nightclubs looking for the woman of the night. I thought that I had to marry this girl, Bonnie. Turned out there was no way she was getting married. So now I was free! Kind of, I still had a kid on the way. This kid, my son, I didn't think I was going to want him. Ok I didn't. Once I held him though it was just beyond belief. I thought that with him in my life I would not be the same man I was right before that. I, of course, was wrong.
Now I have three kids, one son and two daughters, all beautiful. Mom is trying to get me wed, saying that I should have a family not just some kids, although she adores my offspring. What she doesn't realize is that I can never get married again because in my eyes Fleur was and is the only girl for me.