May 3 1998

Fleur stirred and opened her eyes. Bill's face was inches from hers; she could feel his hot breath on her face. His arms were around her, pulling her into his chest. Fleur smiled. It had been a while since she had seen Bill this relaxed while he slept. It was the first time since the war that Fleur had been able to wake up without fear of being hunted by Death Eaters. She reached up and cupped Bill's cheek. His eyes fluttered slightly but he didn't wake. Feeling confident, Fleur leaned in and pressed her lips to his neck. His pulse was steady with his breathing. Fleur travelled up his neck, along his jaw line and made her way to his slightly parted lips. The intimate contact roused Bill and he instinctively wrapped his arms around his wife tighter.

"Good morning," he mumbled through kisses, running his fingers through her long, blonde hair.

Fleur giggled and fisted her hands in Bill's hair. She wrapped her legs around him. It had been too long since they had been intimate with each other. The night before, Bill had been too depressed about Fred's passing.

"How are you feeling, Guillaume?" she asked as they pulled away.

Bill's twinkling eyes faded as he thought about the loss of his younger brother. He looked away, hiding his grief from her.

"It's okay, ma cherie," Fleur said, turning his chin back to her and kissing him fiercely. Bill hugged her tighter.

"I just feel so... confused. I don't know what to think."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I feel terrible that Fred is gone but I..." he broke off and stroked some of Fleur's hair behind her ear.

"But what?"

"I'm just so glad that you're alive."

"Me too," said Fleur, going in for another kiss.

"No," Bill pulled away and sat up, putting his head in his hands. "I can't feel happy! How can I be happy when Fred is gone?"

"Zat is ze 'ole point of life, Guillaume. Fred will not be mad at you for being happy zat you are alive. Mourn for Fred's death, oui, but do not feel guilty zat you are alive. Zare are many people 'oo didn't make it."

Fleur wrapped her arms around Bill and massaged his shoulders gently, occasionally placing kisses along his back. He leaned his head back into her chest and closed his eyes. The tiny hands continued to comfort him by easing the tension out of his shoulders that he didn't realise he was holding. Only then did he notice how much his body ached. The battle yesterday had taken a large toll on his body, and he wasn't surprised that his arms and back were covered in bruises. Every time Fleur came across one, she let out a tiny gasp.

"You are covered in bruises," she said, amazed. She gently traced a finger around one. Bill winced.

"Oh, désole, ma cherie."

"That's okay," said Bill, laughing a little.

"Non, it is not okay," she cried, reaching for her wand. "Zey are really bad!"

Bill turned around and gripped his wife's slender waist as she searched on the floor for her wand.

"Relax Fleur," he laughed, "It's not that bad."

He pulled his tiny wife into his arms and kissed her.

"Bill," she said firmly, frowning at him. She only used his real name when she was cross at him. "I have to heal your bruises. Zey must hurt terribly. Stop being silly."

"You can do that later," he winked at her, making her pale skin blush. "There are other more, pressing matters, we must attend to."

"Like what?" said Fleur, pouting at him.

"You know how you said that you didn't want to try for a baby until the war was over?"

Fleur eyed him suspiciously.

"Well, the war is over. Want to start trying?"

She slapped his arm and tried to frown at him. But her blue eyes were twinkling.

"You're unbelievable!" she scolded, grinning up at him and allowing him to kiss her.

"I take that as a yes!"

Fleur's silk nightgown fell to the floor.

A/N: So when Fleur decides not to have a child during the war, Teddy Remus Lupin had just been born. But after the war is over, Bill desperately wants to start a family and Fleur does too. But I don't think that they "celebrated" the end of the war immediately. I think that Bill would have been to distraught about Fred's death to want to do anything intimate. He feels conflicted, because Fleur is alive but Fred is dead and that troubles him. But eventually, he understands that these things happen and the best way to mourn is to remember the best things in Fred's life- not to feel guilty. Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are welcomed warmly! xx