Title: Something Magic About Her

Genre: Book

Series: Harry Potter

Characters: Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour

Spoilers: N/A

Rating: G

Summary: Missng moments from the Harry Potter series for the underrated couple of Fleur/Bill.

Disclaimer: Not mine.


She stalked into his office with a sharp click of heels that immediately drew his attention to the long legs attached to the sound. Bill only allowed himself three seconds to scan from her shoes to her face, knowing that her sharp eyes would catch any lingering glances he might want to take. Not that he needed to take a long look at Fleur to know what she looked like, he'd memorized her form through side glances and fast blinks weeks ago.

"How can I help you, Miss Delacour?"

"Brodrig says that I need..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes sliding from his own to skitter around the room as she struggled to continue. Bill repressed the urge to grin at the sight of the pretty pout that was forming as she failed to find the right word. "...need un enseignant, I cannot speak English to the 'goblin' standard."

"For someone who's only been speaking it two years, you do pretty well," Bill noted, his slight smile fading as Fleur's grew.

"How did you know how long I have been speaking English?" Her accent thickened as she flirted, Bill noticed, her voice curling around her vowels and her breathy consonants practically nonexistent.

"So you want me to tutor you?" He changed the subject, leaning back in his chair and tapping his wand against the desk. "I'd love to help you, Miss Dela-"

"Please, call me Fleur," she asked as she stepped further into his office, leaving the door cracked just enough for propriety. She sat herself in the customer chair in front of him, crossing her ankles primly and smoothing her skirt, the small tremble of her fingers the only real observation he took from the action.

"I don't have the time to tutor you," Bill explained, "though I'm sure you could walk out there and pick any number of the blokes wrapped around your finger-."

"I do not wish to be lorgnpar un homme des cavernes. You go out to lunch everyday, oui?"

"I do," he admitted, unsure of where she was taking the conversation.

"You can teach me during lunch. You are here for work, will have to come back, so it will not take time away. I will buy," Fleur explained matter-of-factly, standing as if that were the end of the discussion.

"My mum raised a gentleman, you're not going to buy me lunch, I'd pay," Bill countered without thinking, grimacing as soon as he'd realized that she'd somehow tricked him into agreeing.

"That is tres bien. I will meet you on the front steps at noon."

Even though he'd been outmaneuvered Bill couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across his face.