It had been a week since she had started her summer placement at Gringotts, and Fleur was dissapointed to hear that her English was not getting better.

She understood what people were saying, it just took her longer to process it, and she'd often zone out and then blame it on her lingual skills. And getting her point across was quite difficult, as many times she would have to mime out what she was going to do.

This was her situation now, because apparently, "I 'ave to make a tea," was not completely straightforward to Maddy. She mimed out putting a kettle on, and then taking a sip from her teacup before the burly woman understood.

"You're making a cup of tea!" Maddy exclaimed, and Fleur nodded vigorously. "Oh, bring me a coffee too, if you could?"

Fleur sighed, and said, "yes, bien sûr." Then she exited the room they shared quietly, and paced down the hallway. She always felt so claustrophobic after three hours in the same room, and took any excuse she could to take a break.

She slipped into the break room, where she saw... Bill? She assumed he was still doing that Curse-Breaker thing, in Egypt, but no, he was right there sitting in front of her, looking through the papers like he had always been sitting right there.

She panicked. Did she have to say anything? Greeting him would be casual, she supposed, but she also supposed she had to be annoyed with him for being sexist. She did the next best thing, and pretended she hadn't seen him, and began to brew her drinks.

What was she doing? She was waiting all this time to talk to him, and now she was pretending he didn't exist! She felt so awkward, like she had to say something, but she also felt a slight sense of relief, that the man she wanted was sitting there, and not miles away in Egypt.

She turned back purposefully, wanting to greet him before she chickened out, when their eyes met. They had both gone through the same inner crisis at the same time, wanting to say something but at the same time, having nothing to say.

"Fancy seeing you here," he got out, quite smoothly, considering the awkward tension in the air. She flattened down her skirt, and pulled her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself subtly look more presentable.

"I will work 'ere all summer," she replied, "to help me with my English, nothing to do with you." She didn't exactly know why she added in the last statement, and he looked considerably confused about it too.

He stood up, "I, uh, didn't think you came here for me," he paused, "in fact, I'd probably be in Egypt right about now."

"I know," she replied instantly, and to cover up what would be her excessive knowledge of the man, she said, "when I arrived, the goblin tried to ask me whether I wanted to be a 'Curse Breaker', I did not understand so he showed me a picture."

She busied herself with gathering sugar and milk, trying not to seem to nervous while he nodded like it explained everything, even though he doubted she would remember that exact picture and his exact face, "did you want to be one?"

"No!" She exclaimed, quickly looking up at him, "I would not like to be in danger all zhe time, when zhere is no good reason!" He looked visibly affronted by that, and she cursed herself silently for making everything seem so mean when it came from her mouth.

"There is a good reason," he started, but quickly backed down to her stare, "but I understand why you wouldn't want to be in danger, after the Triwizard Tournament."

"Ah, but I accepted zhat challenge. If I was a curse breaker, I would be trying to steal protected wealth, zhat 'ad been kept a secret for many years." She tried to explain her thinkings to him, but he didn't seem to understand.

"That's the challenge I accepted," he replied, using her own words against her. She smiled wryly at him, knowing she wouldn't be able to reason with him. She just wouldn't do it- the things were cursed so nobody else could have it, and it just seemed right to respect that. "But I understand why you would be scared."

"Scared?" Fleur exclaimed, "I am not scared." She folded her arms, waiting for the kettle to switch off so she could pour it into the cups she had got out.

"Alright then, whatever you say," he grinned, and she felt herself melt a little bit. She was so sure he would have made a comment about her being a girl, but he didn't.

"I like zhe job I have now," she paused to pour out the boiling water, "why aren't you in Egypt zhen?" She was curious as to why he was stood there with her, rather than doing the dangerous job he loved so much.

"I stayed back to spend time with my family," an almost rehearsed smile fell onto his face, and she squealed on the inside. He loved his family! How sweet was that!

"Your family seemed nice, spending time with 'Arry," she said quietly, remembering the woman who had been in the room with the two before the final task.

"Harry's my younger brother Ron's best mate," he explained, "we treat him like family." The added, 'because he has nobody else' hung between them, and for a second she wanted to voice it, before reminding herself how rude that was.

"You 'ave a big family?" She asked him instead, and he grinned back.

"You don't know the half of it, I'm the oldest of 7," Her mouth formed an 'o', "yeah, I get that reaction a lot. Surprised my mum could deal with the lot of us, and our various friends over summer every year."

"Your poor mother!" She couldn't imagine having to deal with her children, then some extra, if she had that many in the first place.

Her drinks were already ready by then, so she grasped them both and began to say her goodbyes. He was so handsome, she thought to herself suddenly, that's why she had a hard time leaving the conversation behind.

"I 'ope to see you again," she said to him, and smiled prettily, wilfully charming the man to say something sweet back.

"Instead of hoping, let's actually meet again." He said almost without thinking, "how about we go for drinks sometime?"

She almost did a happy dance, "zhat sounds brilliant." Before she could mess it up, she scuttled out of the room and into the corridor, where she walked up to the office she worked in with a renewed vigour.

They were going to go on a date!

So, they didn't actually plan a time, or a place, but who knows! They might just think it's a mutual thing when it isn't, or something like that.

-sunkissedbubbletea