A/N: For the "admire" prompt for Moresome May. Word count: 359
Admiration
There were times when Fleur needed to take a step back to admire the people she had in her life. That wasn't always Bill and Tonks. Sometimes she needed to time to be thankful for her children, her other family, or her friends too, but often, it was Tonks and Bill.
It was so easy to become distracted by their beauty.
Years after the fact, Fleur still couldn't believe Molly had once accused her of not wanting to marry Bill after he'd been attacked by Fenrir Greyback. That the scars that marked his face might have somehow mitigated his beauty was ridiculous.
Tonks had told her before that, when she'd been at school, other girls had mocked her saying she couldn't be beautiful when she could easily change her features, that her powers meant any beauty she had was false, and Fleur had wanted nothing more than to give those girls a piece of her mind.
No matter how Tonks changed her appearance, there was something about her that was so innately Tonks that Fleur could have picked her out of any line up, and it was those qualities that were the most beautiful parts of her.
Many who looked at the three of them were shallow and picked Fleur out as the most beautiful without sparing Tonks or Bill a second glance, and Fleur felt sorry for them. It seemed like a sad life to lead.
She had paused in the process of taking off her earrings when Bill had first stepped behind Tonks and helped her tug off the shirt she had gotten tangled up in. They'd giggled through it, and once it was off, Tonks had pecked Bill on the lips.
It had quickly morphed into more, and Fleur watched with warmth filling her stomach.
Sometimes, she wanted to jump in right away. Other times, she was content to spend a minute or two watching from a distance.
The way they moved together was beautiful. She couldn't see it in the same way when she was actively involved, and that was a true shame. In moments like these, she never wanted to look at anything else.