Ron kissed Hermione's cheek and went off to the bathroom, giving Fleur and Bill an opportunity to appear beside her. At once, her brown eyes widened in surprise and she choked on her butterbeer, caught off guard by their sneaky appearance. "Oh my! What are you doing here, Bill?" She looked straight past Fleur to Bill.
They had no idea what she meant. "Fleur asked to meet you and Ron here. I was hoping," Bill cleared his throat. "I was hoping that I could clear the air between my brother and I." There was an unspoken air of sadness hanging around.
"Bill, no. No, no, no, no, no. Ron is going to be quite angry with you, after what you did. You bloody didn't come to the funeral of your own wedding." She threw her arms up. Hermione was angry at him herself. It was such a cowardly thing to do. While everyone was hurting. He should've been there to protect. Instead he abandoned. "I thought it was Hannah Abbot calling me." Hermione explained. "I was in the middle of creating a very advanced potion, and while I got the call, it sounded like Hannah, and I wasn't paying much attention. Please just go, though, Bill and Fleur. Ron will want to speak with you in a more intimate setting, so he knows you mean it. And he would cause a public scene otherwise. Please, just go." Tears were now about to fall from Hermione's eyes, so without even saying hello to everyone, Bill and Fleur attached themselves to each other and apparated out of the Leaky Cauldron.
"I just don't understand, Fleur! Why does my brother have to be such an lazy sod." Fleur cringed at his insult. "Yes. Yes, I regret every day that I didn't attend my own brother's funeral, but I was hurting, Fleur. I was. And now they won't take me back. I've lost my family, Fleur." Defeated, Bill slumped onto the sofa. Fleur sat next to him and let him lay his head on her lap.
"You know, I've been thinking that maybe we should take them on a family trip with us." Fleur combed his hair with her fingers.
He outright laughed. "Take them on a vacation?" He snorted. "They all hate me, Fleur. Of we went it would just be silent and awkward. Plus, where would we go?"
Fleur had thought about this with her friends Roselle, Eloise, and Luna Lovegood about travelling, and there were so many places Fleur now wanted to go. She and Luna had already planned to go "snowboarding" a popular muggle sport, with Hermione Granger, in the cold mountains of Switzerland next Winter. There was an amazing wizard hotel and spa called Sigurd & Julie's nestled into one of the mountains. It was said to be a palace of ice. She also wanted to go to the America, and the cold Canada, and the warm islands of St. Martin and St. John. So when Bill asked the question, she grinned.
"Lisbon, Portugal. My Aunt Veronique is dear friends with the Queen of Magical Portugal, Queen Jacinta Graciana Morgado of Portugal. Kind but poor organized and terrible towards children, she is. I know Molly and Arthur would love to see the place, and Charlie would just die for it. We could get there five days before them and enjoy it ourselves." She was excited, like it or not.
"Thought of this a lot, haven't you know, huh?"
"Quite often."
Bill did not need to hear that. He groaned, scratching his chin. "Ugh. Fleur, I feel as though I make you miserable." It was Fleur's time to laugh.
"Bill dear, nobody in the world could make me as happy as you do. You light up my world." Casually, she kissed him. "Don't ever think differently." She put her hand on his chest, letting herself feel the up and down thump of her chest.
Then, in that moment, Bill decided that he needed to talk with Fleur about his previous thoughts. Now they were caught up in serious conversation. Why stop? "Fleur," he sighed, looking down at her gorgeous stone blue eyes. "I want to start a family." He confessed, and it was a huge weight off his chest.
Except that it was tossed off his chest and onto Fleur's. Suddenly she felt extremely sick. Children didn't come into her plan until years from now. "Bill. . . I'm not saying I'm opposed to children. I love them. They're adorable," she sat up, "I just wanted to be with you first. Really get married to you before we push someone else into our lives."
Right then an idea struck Bill. He grinned broadly. "Fleur! Fleur, we can have a perfect wedding again! We can renew our vows! A wonderful wedding, without Death Eaters showing up to destroy everything. We'll have our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."
"Don't change the subject, Bill." She was cross. "I don't know how to process this."
"Forget I mentioned it, dear. You're stressing yourself out." He combed her hair with his warm fingers. "We have an eternity to figure this out and I'm tired."
"Bill—" Fleur pouted when Bill kissed the bridge of her nose and stood, thumping over to their bedroom. A few minutes later, the couple had changed into nightclothes and had fell fast asleep. At least Bill had. Fleur was anxious and tossed and turned madly. She realized she had not eaten anything in hours, and walked slowly down the dark hallway, using her wand to light up the hall and bring food to her.
Sausage, buttered corn-on-the-cob, cherry flavored yogurt, cold pancakes and a four-pack of sugar quills. She cleared out their food supple in twenty minutes.
After she had done that, Fleur hurled it all up, in the road, outside their home. "W-What—" A confused Fleur muttered, drowsy and ill. Eventually, she fell asleep in the beachside cold, and off feeling buzzing in her stomach.
Bill awoke to an empty bed. Immediately, he smelled food and sweets and smiled, assuming his beloved wife was cooking, just as she had been the last night. Happy, Bill hopped out of bed and tied his dark brown robe around him, and travelled down the hall. . . to where it looked as if a loose raccoon had had the time of its life. Food was everywhere, and that was where the scent came from. "Alright, Fleur. . . we can talk about that later." Bill mumbled under his breath, picking up the remnants of a sugar quill. Still searching, he went down to the porch, and scanned the beach in front: clear. Now panicking, he began to shout her name through the halls, running up and down everywhere. "FLEUR! FLEUR! FLEUR!" He was losing his mind. Bill busted through the door and looked out.
There, was a single weakly folded letter. He opened it. The letter was sent from Ron.
Dear Bill, I came to your home late into the night, tricked by Hermione, into coming to your home for forgiveness. Instead, I was greeted by your wife, ill, just feet from your doorstep, laying beside her own sick. Rather than use time to get you, Hermione sent her off to St. Mungo's to be looked at, and I explained everything in this letter. Meet us here once you read this, please meet us.
Ron W.
Not only did he hate the formal style that made him think he was a colleague of Ron Weasley instead of his brother, but Bill's face had gone grey upon the description of his wife. What if she was fatally ill? What if she was dying? What if by the time he got there he'd be too late?!
It took Bill less than a second to vanish to St. Mungo's Hospital with the flick of his wand.
As soon as he got there, Bill asked the first person he saw wearing a lime green robe and he grabbed their sleeve, staring into the young boy with dull, dishwater brown colored eyes, holding a clipboard in one hand and a stubby wand in the other.
"Where is Fleur Isabelle Delcour Weasley?" His voice was icy calm. The boy shook in his fist. "My wife." The boy, a name tag saying "Joey P." "Please tell me where I will find her, Joey." Bill released the young man's sleeve for him to check his clipboard.
"Uh. . . I have a Fleur Weasley who was checked in at 3 AM by Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. We put her on the fifth floor, East Wing." Joey had a shaky voice. His hair was long and red as well, choppily framing his triangle shaped head.
"What's on the fifth floor? What's wrong with her?" Bill was agitated.
"On the fifth floor is our visitor section, but the East Wing is the nursery and Madison Silverman Ward. She's in the Madison S. Ward." Joey blinked an astounding number of times during the sentence.
"Ok, thanks. What's wrong with her?" That was the big question. Bill braced to hear the worst.
"Oh, it's not much, really." Bill let out a sigh. "She's simply pregnant."
Bill hiccupped.
