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Bill

She is so pretty. I just can't get her out of my head, and she's a veela. She has long silvery blonde hair. She was just so graceful. I can't let Mum or Dad know about this. They don't like Fleur very much.

"Hello Bill," said Fleur coming up behind him.

"I vas vondering, could I haff anozzer English lesson? You are just so good and I need to eemprove my English," she said flirting with Bill.

Bill blushed. He started playing with his fang earring. "Er… Yeah, that'd be great Fleur."

Fleur

He is so cute! He has a fang earring, long hair and cool clothes. He is smart too. I hope Mama and Papa don't find out about him. They still want me to get married to Dan, that guy from Ireland.

"Hey Fleur, my parents are going to be out tonight. Maybe we could have the English lesson then."

"Zat would be great!" she said enthusiastically. I do feel a little bad for making my English sound worse that it is, but this way I get to see Bill more often.

That night

Bill sat nervously on the couch waiting for Fleur to arrive. I shouldn't have invited her here. It is such a mess and maybe she won't like me since we're poor. I did put on cool clothes though.

Bill was wearing a Hot Ice shirt. That was a really famous and cool rock band. It was black. He was also wearing black baggy jeans with a skull on them. "Ding Dong."

Bill nervously got up to answer the door. He gasped. Fleur for once had her long hair down and she was wearing a really mini skirt and a halter-top. "I have put on English clothes," she announced proudly.

"You look beautiful," gasped Bill.

"Thank you."

"Uh… Would you like something to drink?" asked Bill staring at her stomach.

"Wine would be great. I like your house. It is fascinating," she said looking at the clock with Bill on it.

"Um… Thanks. My mum has gotten some interesting stuff for it. What's your house like?" Bill asked, a bit nervously.

"Oh, it is so, how do you say, boring. My grandmuzzer lives with us, and she is a pain in the derrier. All of these boys live near us, and they are always wishing to eemprove my Eenglish, but I do not like them doing it. I like it much better when you eemprove it," she said coyly.

"Oh, that's nice. And for me teaching you English you should teach me French. Then we can see each other more," Bill flirted.

"Zat would be nice. I would like to see each ozzer more, as you put it."

There was so much flirting that night it was like a romantic movie. A VERY romantic movie. When Fleur left Bill wanted to see her so badly, he even talked to Ron about it. This was risky, seeing as Ron asked her to the Ball last year, but Ron was understanding. He told Bill to talk to Fleur and tell her how he felt. He must have gotten that from Hermione, because Ron would not have come up with that on his own.

The next night Bill invited Fleur over again. He told her that they were going to go to a restaurant. When Fleur got to the Burrow she was dressed up. She was wearing a strapless black dress that came down just short of her knees. At the top of the dress was a bit of lace. It twirled when she spun around. Bill was dressed in some khakis and a button up shirt.

"Wow. Fleur, you look great!" Bill told her.

"Thank you. My grandmuzzer gave me ze money I needed for it. Do you like it?" She asked coyly.

"How could I not?" Bill put his arm around Fleur and shouted out, "Okay we're going!" Nobody answered.

"Where are we going?" Fleur asked.

"To La Fleur, a Muggle restaurant. I thought I would be appropriate, since your name is Fleur," he told her. She giggled.