Disclaimer: If you recognize someone, they belong to JKR. The others are creations of mine to fill the gaps. Plus, any similarities are accidental and completely unintentional.

Summary: Bill/Fleur. An eventual collection of stories about how they came to be, what they became, and how they handled the events that life threw at them.

A/N: Through It All is my attempt at Bill/Fleur's story. I've been playing around with their kids for awhile, I figured we'd take it all the way back. It's been something I've been asked to write for ages, but I never really had an interest in until my recent reread of the HP series made me reconsider them. They really are a great couple, and I do love a good couples. So for those who asked, here you go. :)

As of now I've written up through their initial get together, so that's what I'll be posting. We'll see how much more people want. Maybe it'll take over my priority list; maybe it'll become a side project between the other stories I want to write.

I put most of my A/N in my profile at the bottom, so that's where you'll find me musing or answering questions. There's one there right now that expands upon this one; also one that talks about Fleur's accent and how I decided to write it, so feel free to check it out if you want.

Rated T, but heads up for some colorful words and sexual language in parts. Thanks in advance for any and all reviews and feedback. :)

Table of Contents

Order of the Phoenix
Story 1: June 1995 (Chapter 1)
Story 2: Summer of 1995 (Chapters 2-12)
Story 3: November/December 1995 (Chapters 13-16)
Story 4: April 1996 (Chapters 17-19)
Story 5: June 1996 (Chapters 20-21)

Half Blood Prince
Story 6: Summer 1996 (Chapters 22-26)
Story 7: December 1996 (Chapters 27-29)
Story 8: June/July 1997 (Chapters 30-35)

Deathly Hallows
Story 9: July/August 1997 (Chapters 36-44)
Story 10: October-December 1997 (Chapters 45-48)
Story 11: March/April 1998 (Chapters 49-53)
Story 12: May 1 & 2 1998 (Chapters 53-60)

Post Deathly Hallows
Story 13: Summer of 1998 (Chapters 61-65)
Story 14: Summer of 1999 (Chapters 66-67)

June 1995

Fleur Delacour had practically jumped out of her seat at the news.

Moments earlier, as she'd finished picking at a rather greasy English breakfast in the Hogwarts' Great Hall, Madame Maxine had informed her that her mother and sister were currently waiting to see her in an adjacent room. They'd made the trip from France to watch her in the third task of the Triwizard Tournament that evening, for which Fleur was now ecstatic to hear. She'd barely processed the comment before she'd shot up and asked in which direction she should be walking.

There was apparently a side chamber off of the Great Hall; she saw Cedric Diggory walking toward it from his table. She took that to mean he too had family waiting for him, which caused her to also glance over to Viktor Krum. He was rising at a glacial pace in the same direction, but he was moving nonetheless. She even cast a glance in Harry Potter's direction, but quickly looked away. He hadn't moved a muscle and was sitting with a friend. It only then occurred to her that he was famously an orphan.

Surely he had someone to visit him? She'd grown quite fond of him over the course of this tournament, particularly after he'd helped her and Gabrielle in the second task. The idea of him having no one broke her heart.

But she tried not to think about that now. She was too excited to see her mother and sister.

She trekked after Cedric, making it to the door just moments after he'd reached it. He pushed it open and naturally held it for her to pass through first, where she was immediately greeted by several faces—most of whom she didn't recognize. At the front, two people, a man and a woman who must have been Cedric's parents, had rushed forward to greet him; the man of the pair was gushing excitedly about how amazing it was to see their "Hogwarts Champion" in action.

Fleur sidestepped them all, not looking to get in the way of that family reunion. She immediately saw that her own mother and sister were standing hand-in-hand on the opposite side of the room. Her mother smiled and Gabrielle's face immediately lit up as she waved. Even with just having seen her a few short months ago, Fleur couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with joy at seeing her younger sister again. She returned the smile tenfold.

"Maman! Gabrielle!" Fleur said, taking a step forward to rush across the room to embrace them. However as soon as she did, several things suddenly happened very quickly.

A man out of the corner of her eye had crossed directly in front of her path as she was moving forward. He'd come from near the fireplace and was heading toward Cedric and his family. He was holding something outstretched; she distinctly heard him say, "Amos, you dropped this…" before she found herself knocking into his shoulder, but avoiding a full on collision.

She turned to throw him a rather sharp look for not watching where he was going, but he was already swinging around and letting his expression apologize in an earnest sort of way. He may have actually spoken an apology, but if he did, she didn't hear it. She didn't...well, she didn't do anything other than find herself rather transfixed to the spot once she got a proper look at him. He was…

Painfully attractive.

Tall, trim, clear blue eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, long hair that he had pulled back in a cool and effortless sort of way; even if it was red, which—she couldn't claim to have even been attracted to a red-headed man before, but there was a first time for everything.

He smiled—he even had a perfect smile, despite it being mostly apologetic—and this time she did hear him say, "I need to watch where I'm going."

She stared at him, feeling oddly out of sorts and without a word to offer in return. That in itself was disconcerting. She was usually causing this reaction in people, not succumbing to it.

She immediately wondered how old he was. At least twenty-two, but maybe older? Twenty-five at most. She couldn't be sure, but he surely wasn't anything close to the seventeen and eighteen-year-old boys she'd been dealing with over the last year. He was definitely grown.

His smile turned polite as Cedrics's father suddenly cut in with, "Oh, thank you, Bill," as he took what he'd been offered—a piece of parchment of some kind. "Can't lose this!"

Bill. His name was Bill. That was...very English.

"Not a problem," Bill told him, throwing her one last polite smile before he turned to walk back over toward the fireplace. She watched him go, noticing that an older woman was waiting for him. Given the matching red hair, she had to assume they were related somehow.

"Fleur!" called Gabrielle, who had just appeared at her side and hugged her around the waist. "Je vous ai manqué!"

Of course. Gabrielle. Her mother. They were here. She smiled and hugged her sister back and let lead her by the hand over to their mother, who greeted her warmly and gushed immediately about how excited she was to see her. Apparently her father couldn't get away until the evening and had a Portkey planned for just before the start of the task; her mother assured her he would be here to watch. Fleur listened as she began to tell her how proud they were of her; how amazing she'd done so far…

At the same time, Gabrielle suddenly waved at someone, causing Fleur to glance briefly in the direction of where Harry Potter had just entered the room. It was him she was waving to; smiling at him in a very sweet and rather awestruck sort of way.

He waved back, though Fleur was more intrigued by the fact that he was now joining the red-headed duo by the fire—both of whom looked very excited to see him.

Her own mother was still talking, mostly about the second task and how if she'd known what she knew now, she'd have never consented to letting Gabrielle participate. Fleur, however, was busy chancing glances over her shoulder at this Bill character. He was now aiming that charming smile of his directly at Harry as he shook his hand. She found herself oddly torn by feeling both very happy that Harry had family here to support him, but also the tiniest bit jealous. She wanted nothing more than to be on the receiving end of that smile.

"Fleur," said her mother, causing her to look back and realize that she'd missed what she'd last said. "Faites-vous attention?"

"Oui," she said, having not actually been paying attention at all and not doing a very good job of pretending she had. Her mother's face suddenly seemed impatient, which meant she'd clearly been saying something important and didn't appreciate being ignored. But what did she want when this room was riddled with distractions?

Gabrielle suddenly pointed up toward the ceiling of the vast room and asked why their castle was so dark, to which their mother began to explain the differences between going to school in a castle versus a palace. Fleur took the moment to cast yet another glance back at Bill, who was still happily chatting with Harry; completely oblivious to her constant stares and sneaking looks. She kept hoping he would look in his direction so that she could smile and catch his attention—if only for a moment—but he was very much focused on Harry which...as frustrating as that was, was also very sweet.

"Que pensez-vous, Fleur?" asked her mother suddenly, causing her to snap her attention back to her.

She stared at her. What did she think? What did she think of what? The only thing she was currently thinking about was how much she'd like to go and talk to this sexy Englishman standing just a few feet away, since it was the only thing keeping her mind off of the impending task that evening. If only that could be her third task….

Harry and his group suddenly made movements to exit; Harry was leading them out toward the door. She felt a pang of sadness hit her as they ventured forward, wishing more than anything that they'd stay. Having a bit of a crush, even for a few minutes, had been a nice reprieve from all the stress and anxiety of the day. She wanted to capture the feeling; she wanted to keep the handsome man around.

But their exit came with a bit of a commotion, and everyone's attention was diverted when Cedric's father seemed to have stern words with Harry's...aunt? Fleur had no idea who this woman was in relation to Harry, but the two were now raising their voices in a terse and unpleasant way. She could tell by the look on Cedric's face that he was embarrassed, though Harry didn't seem particularly bothered. Fleur wondered what happened, but not before Mr. Handsome looked away and passed his gaze around the room. First at Cedric and his family, then at Viktor and his, and then...at her.

She automatically smiled at him, not even attempting to pretend that she hadn't been shamelessly checking him out. She'd found in the past it tended to work in her favor to be upfront about these things. The coy, shy, coquettish thing some of her friends did had never been something she was good at, and it honestly wasn't who she was. Instead she preferred to put her best efforts forward. Smile. Tilt head. Make direct eye contact. Then hold it to really drive her intentions home.

She must have caught him a bit off guard by the gesture, but he clearly wasn't unfamiliar with someone catching his gaze because he went with it rather effortlessly. He returned her smile, though it felt more polite than meaningful. He held her gaze for an extra second or two, but then turned away without much more to it.

That was...it. He was now ushering the woman he'd come with after Harry, who'd left through the doors. In the next moment they were gone.

She let her eyebrows narrow. She had hoped to at least get a second glance. How did she not get a second glance?