Who: Bleur What: A very bad idea Why: Fleur's still preggers Where: The Hut of Hotness when: Sunday morning Warnings: ...I imagine there will be cursing.
Fleur had had an absolutely brilliant and absolutely horrible idea, all wrapped into one. Nervously on Sunday morning she took herself down to the hut, knocked once, and let herself in. "Mon amour? She said softly, crawling into bed beside him, and kissing the spot right below his ear. "Wake up," she said softly, glad the thrall seemed to have decreased a little around him.