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A/N: I edited Will You Marry Me? to make this into an entry for Vicky's challenge. So, this is Bill's entry.
Sorry I didn't do Fleur's accent right. I'm not exactly sure how to write it, so instead of messing it up, I just left it out.
I looked at the beautiful, half-veela, French girl in front of me. We have been going out for a couple of years, and I was ready for the next step. I had spent so many hours going from jewelry store to jewelry store, trying to find the perfect ring. Finally, though, I found it. It was as elegant as my girlfriend. It wasn't overly complicated and busy, but just right. It had three diamonds, placed closely together. The band itself was simple. There were pieces of metal to connect the diamonds (sorry, I didn't know how to explain it. Picture is on profile). I just hoped Fleur would like it.
Speaking of Fleur, she was looking at me quite strangely, like she was waiting for something.
"Is something wrong, honey?" I ask her.
"Oh, no. Nothing at all," Fleur says, distractedly.
"Um, alright." I say, even though I know something is bothering her. I decide that now would be a good time. We had just finished eating, and now we are walking along the beach. "Listen, Fleur. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What is it?" She replies.
I get down on one knee, and take out the ring, while beginning the rehearsed lines, "Fleur, Je t'aime. I don't know what I would do without you. There isn't anything about you that I don't love. You are amazing, beautiful, funny, and my entire world.
Fleur, veux-tu épouser moi? (translation: Fleur, will you marry me?)
"Oui, oui. Je t'aime," She happily replies, and leans down to kiss me.
"Before we start snogging," I say with a chuckle, "give me your finger." I gently places the ring on her finger, before apparating us back to my apartment.
A/N: Review, please. Thanks!