I can only say I'm soooooooooooo sorry for the delay in my posting! As well as my reasoning from my previous post; I have been working on another story, entitled: Smile. You're on potter cam! And I've got ideas for a few more, so I have bin doing something valuable with my time hehe!

It's my favourite of all my ideas so far! I'll let you know when the first chapter is posted.

Thank you to brilliant author who has been with me the whole way!

Without further ado I give you the first wedding chapter, entitled:

Sky blue silk

1 August 1997

Bill sat in the front pew, as the church slowly filled around him. He didn't know why he had agreed to a church wedding, but as soon as Fleur had seen the church, in his home of St Ottery Catchpole, she had deemed it perfect. He sighed nervously, anything to please her and his mum he guessed. He tapped his foot lightly, listening to the whispering mummers around him, and could hear on the twins cheery voices asking:

"Bride or groom?"

He tapped his foot lightly on the hard floor ands fingered his tie nervously. He felt a pressure on his shoulder and he turned to face his brother, Charlie, who was in matching inky navy dress robes with a white orchid through the buttonhole. He was actually rethinking their colour choice of the men, with the sun blazing on the hot August day.

"You alright?" asked Charlie, not loosening his grip.

Bill nodded, unable to talk.

"Of course you are" said Charlie grinning. "That's why your deathly white and shaking."

Bill opened and closed his mouth wordlessly.

"And have apparently lost the ability to talk." He chuckled teasingly.

Bill unstuck his throat, taking in a deep breath. "Has anyone ever told you how funny you are" he replied hoarsely, Rolling his eyes.

"Well you look like someone at a funeral… not about to get married" he replied almost seriously. "Come on mate… I'm dreading how I'm going to be when it's my turn, but I know it's what I want. And I know this is what you want. I know you and Fleur love each other… what's to be nervous about?" he asked patting him lightly.

"Your right. I know your right" he almost told himself. Some colour returned to his cheeks. "Thanks mate" he turned to face his bother, actually grinning. He pulled him into a hug as they back slapped each other. "I knew I gave you the job for a reason" he joked.

Charlie chuckled. "That's more like it" he said. He paused and his grin suddenly widened. Bill looked over his shoulder to see his brother's fiancée, Rachael, lead the way into the church; along with Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, who were dating the twins, the three were talking and laughing. Fleur had insisted the three of them wear her chosen colour of sky blue; she had got to know them very well and regretted not asking them as bridesmaids. Charlie's whole attention was on Rachael, in a black, knee-length skirt and a bright sky blue top. They had come with his parents who followed, his mum already lightly crying, and his dads arm around her. Bill caught his mum's eye, and she dissolved into tears. They filed into the row behind them. Angelina and Alicia both wished him luck, squeezing his shoulder as they made their way to the end of the aisle. Rachael also wished him luck but her whole attention was fixed on his brother, whom she sat directly behind. His mum started fussing over his hair the moment she sat down. He's dad merely chortled as he tapped him lightly.

"Alright son?" Bill nodded calmly.

"Yeah now" chuckled Charlie.

Arthur grinned. "Don't worry about your mum. The twins, Ron and Harry set her off when she saw them in their robes outside" he explained. Bill grinned back, and looked beyond his parents to see the church bursting. Then he saw his future mother-in-law rush down the aisle, dressed in a smart white skirt suit and bright blue hair piece so not to cover her vela silvery hair. Her eyes were shining. She caught Bills eye, and rushed to him before taking her seat.

"Mind you take care of her won't you?" she said her French accent quite over powering, taking his hand.

"Always" he said standing up.

She embraced him. The tears now freely running.

"I know you will. She couldn't have picked better" she smiled.

Charlie stood next to him, gripping his shoulder again as the vicar, on call from the Ministry Came out the side chapel, and stood at the front. They both approached him. He made the usual comments, checking to make sure he was ok; when someone signalled from the back and he held up his hand. The church fell into silence.

A light, soft tune started on the organ; and it started. Bill felt as though he was falling down a hole that had opened beneath his feet. He felt Charlie's silent support on his shoulder and felt better. The door opened:

The first down the aisle came Gabriella, Fleur's sister, who was their flower girl. Her dress was a tighter fitting top, made from sky blue silk, with big sleeves which matched the big, full skirt made from slightly darker blue velvet. Her long veela slivery hair was all tied back into one, elegant smooth bun, tied with a satin bright sky blue bow. Around her neck was a simple sliver chain with a blue heart shaped gem, her present of the wedding party. And she carried a basket of bright blue rose petals which sparkled, she dropped them as she walked down, her eyes downcast aware of the many people. She looked up and saw Bill however and smiled. He smiled back, feeling more confident having seen this little girl he was very fond of. When she was half way down, next came her four chosen bridesmaids, accompied by Bill's chosen groomsmen, all dressed in the matching navy dress robes. First came Clara with Fred. A tall girl, with mousy hair. Next was her friend Anna with George, who had bright blonde hair and blue eyes. Then Ron and Hermione finally followed by Ginny and Harry. He smiled at his baby sister slightly sadly. She was too beautiful for his liking. And he'd have to have a word with Fleur about those dresses. They were very elegant, a bright sky blue, made from silk. Ankle length and very tight fitting showing of every curve. They slightly went in at the waist and were very low cut with spaghetti straps. They all held a bouquet of white orchids. And all had on their wedding presents. A fine sliver chain with a blue droplet. They all wore matching hair. Twisted into a very tight bun, which wasn't neat and smooth, but twisted, and held down with numerous gems. Finally came her maid of honour, her best friends Joanna who held the same elegance as Fleur. Deep brunette hair and hazel eyes, who walked down solo, they all reach the front; Separating at the end.

He felt himself take a deep breathe as he turned around; and he felt it die as Fleur came into view at the top of the church on her father's arm. Although she was half hidden by her full veil, which reached over her waist with scattered diamonds; it still couldn't hide her natural beauty. Her dress was made from a fine ivory silk, a tight corset top and a full matching skirt. The top had a decorative set of diamonds, twisted into a pattern, with a few small diamonds thrown over the top of the skirt. He couldn't take his eyes from hers as she walked to him holding a massive bouquet of white roses and orchids. Her slivery hair was down straight, reaching her waist, the top layered in loose ringlets, while the front was pulled delicately from her face and held back with a dimanted clip.

As she came closer, Bill knew this is what he wanted, she was there through everything:

December 1995

Bill entered his office at Gringotts bank; he threw his cloak over the back of a chair, and threw himself into another; his hands weakly pressed over his face. He had just left the hospital and learning his dad was going to be fine; and now he felt he could let his defences down. He had been the one to remain strong for his mum, not showing any emotion but now he was alone, the weight of the realisation that his dad could have died hit him. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, and stood; conjuring himself a strong cup of coffee, and at the same time pulling out a file out of the second draw. He took a large gulp of coffee and walked to the fireplace, which was already lit. He put down his cup and threw in a handful of floo powder, hitching a grin onto his face to see his brother.

"Tamtamian Dragon Sanctuary, Head Cabin" he said into the flames before putting his head in. He felt his head swirling in the licking flames before coming to a halt. He looked up grinning as he saw Charlie sitting in a chair with his girlfriend, Rachael, standing over him and then them quickly jumping apart as he appeared.

"Hey Rachael nice to see you again" he said before anything else. He had only talked to her through the fire but she seemed nice enough, and considering all Charlie normally obsessed over was his job, a girl was a welcome change.

"Hey Bill how's your dad?" she asked.

"That's why I'm back. Dad woke up, his fine, and mum was on her way with the crew so I called into work, thought I'd use the fire and see how it went with out brother his highness" he joked. He felt better now he was talking to his brother, and he slowly began to realise his dad would be fine.

But at the mention of Percy, Charlie's calmness vanished from his face and he smashed his fist into the table, a slight growl under his breath. Bill felt a mask of shock and turned to Rachael for an explanation. She quickly kneeled down and explained what had happened with Percy. Bill felt the anger spreading over to him.

"Bill calm down" sighed Rachael, "I've just spent enough time trying to sort him out" she said pointing to Charlie fondly. "I think he nearly broke his hand".

"You ok?" asked Bill turning to Charlie who nodded. "Right well I'm going to try to sort out our little brother before I have too say anything to mum. I'll floo you back". He added and pulled himself out of the fire.

Not feeling so constricted he threw his mug of coffee across the room where it smashed into the opposite wall, the black liquid running down the cream paint. He took a few deep calming breathes before he settled back in front of the fire:

"The Ministry of Magic. Percy Weasley" he said grimly before diving into the flames.

He found himself in a low setting fire, a large desk in front of him, and his tall brother hidden behind a stack of paper.

"Percy" he said coldly.

He looked up, his hair slightly ruffled. "Oh God another one" he sneered.

"What, not happy to see your big brother" Bill replied matching Percy's tone.

Percy merely glared.

"Look Perce, I know you know about dad, my question is what are you going to do about it?"

"What can I do?" he growled.

"Well apart from apologising, and going to see your father who almost died, the man who bought you up… that all we can do…" he relied half angrily and half sadly, aware that he couldn't do anything either.

Percy sniffed. "Well as far as I am concerned, until you lot start to listen to me, and admit you are wrong; then I have no mother, no father and no family."

Bill hid his feelings and merely glared. "Well I can see its pointless talking to you. Just to let you know that if you don't go and see dad after this… then I have four brothers and a sister, are we clear?"

"Yes William, you have made yourself plain. Now please now let me go back to work" he said flinching slightly at Bill's dark tone; and how his brown eyes hardened.

He withdrew his head from the green flames, the rage he felt circling his body, cackling with the powerful energy. Out the corner of his eye he saw his desk explode, just as his door opened, and Fleur walked in, her smile as usual lighting up his office. He didn't even have to think about it, as his anger was replaced with fear, as he jumped forward, pulling her down underneath him, as he shielded her from the raining wooden shards that fired from the desk. They both stayed for a few minutes regaining their breaths after the wood had finished falling. Bill stood up, pulling Fleur to her feet.

"What the hell happened?" she asked quivering slightly.

"It's a long story" he replied wincing.

Fleur circled him and saw his back blooded through his torn shirt, and what she could see of hid back was covered in splinters, she waved her wand once, resetting the office to how it had been before.

"Lie down" she whispered sympathetically. And she gently pulled him into the middle of the room where there was the biggest space on the floor.

Bill lay on his front on the stone floor and Fleur used her wand to pull out the wood and heal his back. He gingerly got to his feet and pulled Fleur against his chest, burying his face into her hair and he breathed in her sweet smell.

"So what happened?" she asked in concern, her voice muffled as he held her close into his chest. Bill gave a quick explanation of Percy's behaviour; she already knew about his dad, she had spent the night at the hospital with him and his mum, keeping her calm when he couldn't. Fleur's expression darkened at his explanation, but she sucked in a breath and calmed herself down.

"Why don't you let Charlie know what's happening, and forget about him, his not worth it" she soothed running her fingers through his hair.

Bill nodded, taking that hand and kissing her finger tips. "I don't want to but I'd better…"

"Get back to work" he finished. "And I should floo Charlie".

She planted a kiss firmly on his lips and detangled herself from his arms. She exited the office with a wide smile over her shoulder. As Bill watched the slivery tip of her hair whip around the corner he couldn't help but smile, and the realisation that he loved her hit him like a tone of bricks. Feeling a bit dazed, he bent down to the fire level to floo his brother.

As he thought of the first time he realised he was in love, his four groomsmen and the bridesmaids lined up opposite each other, in two lines. His brothers behind Charlie and the girls behind Gabriella who stood in front. Finally Fleur reached him, their eyes never tearing away from each other, her father placed her delicate hand into his and patted his arm, and Bill finally broke his eyes contact to look at her father. As their eyes met his message was hard and clear.

"Take care of her".

Bill met his hard stare, and his eyes reassured him:

"Forever …"

New Year's Day 1996

Bill's hand was shaking as he studied the photo of the large house in the picture, and looked up to the real thing standing in front of him. He gulped nervously; he still had ten minutes to spare not wanting to be late. The snow had stopped and the ground was simply covered with glistening powder, and he breathed out misty air. This New Year had found himself agreeing to meet Fleur's parents; therefore he had now found himself on the edge of Paris, getting up the nerve to knock on the large oak front door. On Boxing Day he had taken her out for a meal and told her he loved her. She had weld up with tears and he thought the whole situation was in his favour. The next day she had dropped the bombshell that her parents had invited him round to meet them. It wasn't something he had ever done before, but he had heard horror stories from his friends, including Charlie, who managed to set the table on fire. Needless to say that didn't go down to well.

He forced himself up the long windy driveway and determinedly raised his hand to pull the heavy knocker against the door. Then quickly withdrew it. He shook himself.

"Get I grip!" he told himself "you were put in Gryffindor for a reason you idiot! You have faced dangerous curses day in and day out for nearly a decade"!

He breathed in and knocked the brass hook against the large solid oak door.

It was opened and he was greeted by a house elf, in a powder blue apron who had big dark eyes, and who invited him in, in its squeaky voice. He was shown to a large front room, which was decorated in creams and gold's, and full of fine solid oak furniture. Fleur got up from sitting on a cream leather love seat, and quickly made her way over to him; she grabbed his hand and went on her toes to kiss his cheek. She pulled him forward, and her parents rose from the couch to greet him.

"Mama, Papa this is William Weasley".

They looked Bill up and down, and her father held out a steady hand. Bill knew what they were thinking. A lot of people who heard about him, head boy, eight NEWTS and a top curse breaker for the country, and his appearance startled them. For one is he so young, and for another, despite being dressed in a black suit (although no tie, he just couldn't stand them unless necessary) and charcoal grey shirt, he still displayed his ponytail, eye ring, and kept his dragon hide boots. Bill held out his hand, which remained steady, he was well trained at hiding his feelings, he was an expert in spells and combat, and held a steady gaze, as he met her fathers stare.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs Declour".

Fleur's mum, like her daughter had the veela traits displayed easily. Fleur had in fact told him that although she had the slivery hair and skin, and the natural beauty, and although her anger was probably more dangerous than the average person, she did not get the birds claws and beak, however when her mother was angry she got the sharp claws and her hair cackled. Being half veela limited and effect and it seemed to run out when Fleur and her sister were born. Fleur also has the graceful elegance of being tall, another veela look. But her mother was the opposite, maybe 5 foot 5 at the most. She still had the delicate figure, moved graceful and had the swan-like neck, which she showed proudly with her slivery hair cut into a chin length bob. She had the same large blue eyes and slivery skin, and was dressed in soft pastels. Her father, was very tall, nearly the same height as Bill, he had deep brown hair, which was thinning slightly and a matching beard and moustache, which he set off well. He had a strong athletic build and dark brown eyes. He dressed casually in dark slacks and a white shirt.

"Bonjore William" said Mr Declour with a sparkly French accent. Holding out a delicately manicured hand and shaking his lightly.

"Yes it's nice to finally meet you at last" said Mr Declour curtly; he had a strong broad English accent that seemed to speak power.

"Call me Bill" he requested with a light mock shudder.

Mr Declour smiled. When he had heard the young mans name, he had looked into it, and discovered how respected Bill truly was. He knew he had to be clever to work with goblins, who only trusted and respected the best, but didn't realise the influence and impact Bill could have the English community. And yet the young man had no airs or graces about him at all, and was so casual; as though his accomplishments didn't mean a lot. And he wasn't throwing them in his face, to get him to accept him. He was simply being himself.

Bill felt himself relax as he told them about his job and training Fleur.

"I have decided to go into the dealing aspect now of gringotts now" she explained herself

"What do you mean?" questioned her mother.

"Jewels mamma. I want to study and evaluate all the precious stones that come in." her face glowed. "It suits me far better than curse breaking, but now I have the basics in that which will help me assess the stones"

The conversation moved over the four course dinner. The house elves bought out the starter, quite a large plate with eight small pieces spread out. Bill eyed it suspiciously, he was use to his traditional English food, and wasn't quite sure about the stuff that he knew the French ate. He watched the other pick up the brown chunk and turn it up aide down, using their forks to pull out the inside. Bill forced down bile that was rising in his throat when he realised he was expected to eat snails. He caught Mr Declour's eye as he looked up, he must have looked slightly green, because he grinned and leaned across the table.

"I know exactly how you feel; I use to dowse the whole thing in ketchup when I dined with Aurelie's parents". And he pulled out a bottle out his pocket and passing it underneath the table, before turning to his own, now scarlet meal. Bill grinned; he knew he liked that man!

"So Bill, tell us about your family" he said taking a big gulp of water after swallowing a mouthful.

"How long have you got "he asked if a grin. Not watching as he forced the grisly meat into his mouth.

The parents exchanged slightly worried looks, Bill grinned knowing they were thinking of possible maniacs, idiots or rivalry. Percy didn't count.

Fleur rolled her eyes. "Oh honestly you two! Bill is one of seven. That's all!"

Relieved looks crossed their faces.

"Oh your poor mother" sympathised Mrs Declour wincing lightly and her hand going dramatically to her chest. "I had enough pain with these two, and the teenage years are hell" she shook he head as Mr Declour shuddered slightly. "Although we have yet as to have too many troubles with Gabby". She said fondly looking at her youngest daughter.

It was followed by a dish a bouillabaisse with fresh bread, and finished with a tiramisu cake, with cheese and crackers after. Feeling completely full. He lent back having finished discussing his family. They were impressed with the closeness he seemed to share with his siblings, he explained about Charlie's work in Romania, with dragons, and how he counted him as one of his best friends. He moved onto the twins next, with Mr Declour, whom insisted Bill call him, Simon, wanting to visit their store. Bill grinned thinking how false his mothers smile would turn if she was there. He then told them about Ginny, and explained how maybe they were all a bit protective, grinning sheepishly. Finally he went onto Percy, not giving any details, he was still a sore point, but made them aware of the situation. He then told them about Ron and his unofficial brother Harry,

"You wouldn't think he was famous at all" he said grinning fondly. Fleur shook her head in agreement. Him being in such close contact with the boy-who-lived only helped his case, and he couldn't help thinking he owed Harry one. After coffee and more questions, they retired to the lounge room, which was decorated in light blues and purples, with large glass doors, that went out into the grounds. After another hour of interrogation, Bill explained he had to get back, to work, with a whispered, "guard duty" in Fleur's ear. She nodded, and stood up along with her parents to see him to the door.

Bill reached the door nervously, where Fleur lent up to kiss him lightly on the lips, her face beaming. Wild thoughts were running through his head, did her parents approve? He didn't know how to handle this goodbye. Fleur's dad reached out his hand and Bill grasped it,

"So how about dinner, next Sunday Bill?" he asked. "Bring your folks"?

Bill swallowed, that was a good sign wasn't it, and then he felt Fleur squeeze his hand.

"Yes sir sounds good" he said, although his heart was in his throat. When was all the formal stuff going to be over?

He kissed Mrs Declour's cheek, and shook little Gabrielle's hand delicately, before walking down the path, and apparating to the Burrow. Preparing himself, for the badgering he predicted off his mother.

Back to the wedding…

The large, beautiful room was full of the rumbling noise of lots of people talking, cheerful laughter rang through the gold and cream walls, and the light through the huge windows bounced off the squared crystal chandeliers. As the last people replaced their coffee cups, a dozen waiters and waitresses replaced the empty mugs with flutes of champagne. Bill surveyed the room from where he sat at the head table, holding Fleur's hand. He couldn't stop the stupid grin on his face, he couldn't believe it, and they were married! Sitting next to him was Mrs Declour, and next to her was his father, who was positively beaming; and next to him was the maid of honour, Joanna, who seemed to already have had a little bit too much wine. Next to Fleur was his mum, who was still red, eyed from all the crying she had done at the ceremony, with Mr Declour next to her with Charlie at the end. The table directly in front of them was all his brothers, with Harry and the bridesmaids, Fred ands George had suspiciously large pockets, but he didn't dare say anything to Fleur, and he was relying on Angelina and Alicia to keep them in line.

The scrapping of a chair was heard, and Bill saw Simon standing up, and the crowd fell silent; speeches he thought with dread.

"Right well first off thanks to everyone for coming, especially tot hose who came all the way from France to be here, I know Bill and Fleur appreciate it! Well as father of the bride it is my great privilege to begin the speeches here today; and I think for a start I should mention what a shock Bill was to me when I met him" he said a grin spreading over his face. "Fleur had come home for months telling us about him, and I could tell she was smitten. I was supposed to hate him, Fleur's my baby girl; but from it sounded like, he was everything I could hope for: he was a cruse breaker, which for a start was good news; he sounded kind and gentle, and head boy at school. But when he came to meet us, it was on New Year's Day; I was quite shocked to see long hair…" Bill saw his mother look and him, a satisfied glint in her eye. "On a very tall bloke, who had an earring…" another pointed look from his mother, and she also gave a little nod. Bill rolled his eyes, and he heard Fleur give a little giggle. He squeezed her hand. "If I'd have seen Bill on the street, I wouldn't have matched his personality to his; and I should know appearances are deceiving, I did marry a veela" he said with a slight shiver, "I don't have a son, which I do not regret, I wouldn't change my girls for the world, the closest thing I will have will probably be Bill, and well, I can truly say that I would choose anyone else. I am extremely proud of them both, and honour his parents for bringing such a fine young man into the world. "He picked up his flute and held it up towards his mum and dad, he felt touched by his words, and saw more tears begin to well up in his mothers eyes. "right before I get more sentimental id better hand this over to the man himself, but not before asking you all to raise your glasses to my beautiful Fleur and her new husband".

There was a dull scraping as everyone stood up with their glasses and toasted them. Bill stood up, taking Simons place, he felt slightly choked by the mans words, but gave him a brief hand shake and hug, as he sat back down.

"Thank you so much Simon that means a lot…" he said as everyone sat back down. " The first time I ever saw Fleur was at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was a champion in the triwizards tournament and I had gone to watch my brother, Harry in the final task." He gave a pointed look to the table in front of him where Harry sat quite startled, although grinning quite widely, and the twins and Ron were busy miming,

"Told you so" as Ginny squeezed his hand.

"We never actually spoke, or really came across each other, but I did notice her eyeing me u the whole time" he said a wicked grin spreading across his face, as Fleur blushed prettily. "To be honest I didn't give it a lot of thought, and it wasn't till over a year later when she walked into my office, and into my heart" he added grinning wickedly.

"Oh please" he heard from one of the twins.

"Ok ok, corny I know" he said as a small laugh was hard through the room. "I can honestly say though my boss was a git, and the best thing he did was introduce me to Fleur. I knew she was someone special, when I wasn't attracted to her by her veela looks, but the pure woman she is… undeniably she is absolutely stunning! Especially today." He added as he looked down at her. "So will you please all raise your glasses once again to my gorgeous wife, who is looking mighty embossed, and more fool her because she should know by now that I cover all sentimental issues with jokes!"

everyone stood with a tittering laughter and raised their glasses to Fleur. Bill breathed a sigh of relief, and grinned at Charlie who took his position. Fleur tried to frown but grinned at him. He kissed her lightly on the lips, before redirecting his attention to Charlie.

"Well as the best man it is my solemn duty to give you all the dirt on Bill" a wicked grin spread across his face. The same one Bill wore when he joked in his speech, the same one the twins often wore. The same one Ginny wore when she got one better than one of them, and the same one Ron wore when he managed to out do Hermione. All the Wealseys were all different, but the grin seemed to be something they all shared, and used.

"as his brother and I like to consider one of his best friends, I can honestly say that I know him like nobody else in the world. Some things may shock you more so than others. "He eyed his mother slightly wearingly, and Bill involuntary gulped. "Its hard to imagine Bill Weasley, head boy, as anything but solely good, even if his image may give the impression of attitude. From teaching our Brother Percy the word 'pooh' so it became his first word. (it may sound stupid but it was funny to us at that age, and its all he would say for a good while), to setting out dads shed on fire when he was drunk," this one got a laugh from the crowd, especially as Bill sunk down in his seat, trying to escape the glares from his mother. "I can honestly say that Bill hasn't completely lived up to his expected image. I even remember his first girlfriend in Hogwarts, Melinda Morgan, his third year; when he still looked innocent with a bowler's haircut," he teased. The twins howled with laughter, and Bill sank lower in his chair, remembering that particularly bad hair cut. "To dump her he turned her hair purple" more laughter went through the hall, especially some of Bills' old school friends who remembered the incident well. "He tries to make a joke out of a serious situation. He is the oldest of us Weasley rabble and has always seemed to think he needed to protect us; and I can honestly say that it came in useful. I also need to thank him for helping me to see the light, and enabling me to propose to me own fiancée, I don't doubt, we will all be together in the near future! Although you, I know I couldn't at first, see what the gorgeous Fleur sees in our brother, and had married him," he joked.

"You said it" shouted out George. Bill offered a small grin as the crowd chuckled.

Charlie suddenly turned serious. "It's because Bill will do anything for you, and I can see the love in his eyes when he looks at Fleur, and I can see it in her… so for the final time of the night, please raise your glasses to my brother, Bill, and the newest Weasley recruit, fleur. I wish them happiness, laughs, luck, fortune… and the rest is a little x-rated to go into further. BILL AND FLEUR!"

Everyone sat back down with mild laughter. As the band started up the first track, as Bill led Fleur to the dance floor, seeing over his shoulder, Charlie hurrying to Rachael before their mother could talk to him. He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist as she rested against his chest. As the soft tempo played; Bill remembered:

All his siblings being born, especially Ginny, each one being placed into his arms and the protective instinct kicking in…

His first piece of magic, fighting over a toy with Charlie and forcing him back, his jumper being pulled over his face….

Flying on a broomstick for the first time, the wind and the exhilaration rushing past, as he as he soared though the orchard at the Burrow, his mum underneath him, fretting to come down, and telling Charlie he wasn't old enough…

Getting his Hogwarts letter…

Boarding Hogwarts express, and saying goodbye to his huge family for the first time, sad and excited…

Being made head boy…

The exhilaration of coming top of his year in NEWTS…

Meeting Harry…

Meeting Fleur…

Everything felt so significant, and he knew that know they could make new memories, and he knew that Fleur was the only one to do it with. As the song ended and he kissed fleur before she was swept away for her father/daughter dance, he felt pride in himself and how far he had come. And as his brothers cragged him off to make him down a couple of drinks, he knew he couldn't, and wouldn't have his life any other way.

AT LAST IT IS DONE! So sorry again about her long absence, but as you can see the speeches were soooooooo hard… please, review!