it's been five years since Greyback's and the other Death Eater's attack of Hogwarts, five years since he gained his scars. He was alive and happily married, sure, but he wondered if she only married him because he almost died. Does she really love him, despite his scars?

William "Bill" Weasley sighed as he sat in his office. His hand traced the scars on his face. He likes them indeed, they look cool, and his daughter doesn't care that he has them but what about Fleur? Does she care? Bill sighed again and stood up.

The office was clean, books stacked on the shelf and in front of him. An open letter from his brother Ron lay next to another open letter from his sister. He smiled at them. His smile dropped when he heard Fleur open the door to the office.

"Hello, dear," she said with a smile on her face. 'Oh, she looked so beautiful. How did he get so lucky?'

'You almost died that's how.' Bill shook his head. He can't think like that. He was alive and she loved him. "Hello, dear," he returned, ignoring the voice in his head.

"What are you up to?" she asked, walking further into the room. For a moment, Bill watched her silently. 'How did he get so lucky? Why? Why does she love him? His scars, that's how. She loves his scars. Maybe that was the only reason.'

"Just reading the mail from Ron and Ginny," Bill said, ignoring the thoughts in his head.

"That's great," she said with a bright smile on her face. Bill nodded but he didn't say anything. She reached for his face. Bill's eyes grew wide before he grabbed her hand with his own.

"No," he said sharply. "No, don't touch me!" he cried, looking away from her.

"What do you mean?" she demanded, looking at him sadly before her voice got gentle. "Bill, what's wrong?" Bill shook his head.

"Nothing," he said quietly. He sighed before he walked out of the room.

"Bill please," Fleur pleaded but Bill didn't answer as she was left alone in the office.

He's done it now. Now she will hate him more than ever. He thought he was over this. He was wrong. The fireplace crackling was the only sound in the house since his daughter was taking her nap.

"What have I done?" he asked himself, running his hand over his scars, "What have I done?" He wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Bill?" Fleur asked gently, walking up to his chair by the fireplace. Bill shook his head. He sighed but he didn't look up. "Bill, sweetie, it's ok. You can tell me what's wrong," she said, sitting down in the chair next to him. She put her hand on his knee making him flinch.

"I –Why do you love me?" Bill asked in a raw quiet voice. Fleur shook her head and smiled gently.

"Bill." She sighed and removed her hand from his knee. "Can you look at me please?" Bill closed his eyes and removed his head from his hands.

"Why…How could you love me? How could you love me with those scars… I'm not the same man you fell in love with!" Bill said, looking at the fireplace. He didn't know where the courage to speak this way was coming from, but he had to say it.

"I love you, Bill, why would you say such a thing?" she said tears forming in her eyes. Bill looked at her with tears in his eyes as well.

"I look like a…"

"No, listen to me, you are my husband, my love. We've been through hell, why do you think I'm still with you? You are brave and sweet. Maybe a little sassy, but I love you. Don't you dare say that you look like a monster, or that you are ugly! Because you are not!" Fleur took a deep breath and looked away for a second.

'She loves me. She didn't just stay because of the war; she doesn't mind my scars. She loves me for who I am. Yes, yes.' Bill took a deep breath and smiled a little.

After she looked back at Bill when he stood up. Tears were in his eyes before he pulled her off the chair and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you, thank you," he muttered as he cried in her arms. Fleur rubbed his back.

After a few minutes, Bill calmed down and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Are you okay now?" she asked. Bill nodded and sat back down. She didn't just love his scars, she loved him for him, and he couldn't believe he missed that. She hugged him! That was enough for him. He closed his eyes and smiled gently at her.

"Yes, thank you. It's just, it's been five years since I got them but… I just realized that it's been five years since you have stayed with me and I thank you for that," Bill said, running his hand through his hair. Fleur nodded with a bright smile.

"You are welcome, dear," she said before she kissed his cheek. "I'm going to get dinner ready," she added before she left the room.

Bill laughed to himself before he picked up a book and started to read. He didn't know why he had been worried; he should have known, no matter what happened, she would always love him.

A/N: Summary: Five years since the battle at the clock tower and Bill is feeling self-conscious of his scars. Thankfully Fleur is there to remind him that he is still loved.

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House: Hufflepuff

Class: DADA

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Prompt: [Pairing - positive] Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour

Word count: 881

Warring's: Bill and Fleur might be OCC