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Fleur's heart skipped a beat when she received that owl. It was strange that Bill was asking for her, but she was honestly more concerned with the second half. The part about him not being registered and all of that. She always told him to do that, but he was never one to do what he was supposed to do.

Not even bothering to get herself properly dressed, Fleur threw her hair up in a ponytail and grabbed her purse. She apparated right outside of St. Mungo's and rushed in. Stopping at the desk, a plump woman with a sunny smile greeted her. "Excuse me ma'am. How can I help you?"

Pushing a loose piece of her hair behind her ear, Fleur sighed. "I am looking for William Weasley, please." The woman nodded as if she already knew that Fleur would be coming and pointed her in the right direction.

Once she got to his room, Fleur heard him yelling loudly. Pushing open the door, she spotted Bill with a large bandage on his head and her stomach immediately dropped. He was conscious, sure, but even now she hated seeing him hurt. Having had to deal with this sort of situation before, Fleur took a deep breathe and looked at the healer. "Excuse me monsieur, but I am 'ere to see William. I zeenk it would be for best if you left 'im alone for a little while."

Fleur talked to the healer and was informed that Bill had been hurt at work and he also couldn't remember the last sixth months, hence wanting her to be there instead of Lavender.

Fleur told the healer again that it'd be better if he just left for a bit. The healer simply nodded and almost looked relieved when he left the room. Fleur, on the other hand didn't exactly know what was going on with Bill. She rushed to the side of his bed, but was reluctant to sit down. She remained standing at his side awkwardly, instead. Did he really not remember that they weren't married anymore?

Looking at him sympathetically, she placed her hand on the side of his cheek and began to move his head, inspecting it. "It looks like you may 'ave lost some blood, William."

Adjusting her strap of her purse on her shoulder, Fleur looked a bit uncomfortable with this whole thing. "They won't let you leave William- not just yet. It seems that you are not remembering the last 6 months. And I zeenk you'd be wanting to talk to Lavender. She is most likely being worried about you."

Goosebumps spread all over Fleur's body when he kissed her hand. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have his lips on her body, and she missed it a lot more than she imagined she would.

Pulling her hand away, she looked at him confused. She didn't know how to say this. Shaking her head, she looked at her shoes, not being able to meet his gaze. "William. I didn't 'it my 'ead. It's December. And you and Lavender are married. You di- divorced me." She couldn't help a tear from falling down her face, this was difficult. She missed him a lot.

Wiping her eye with her sleeve, she straightened up a bit. Bill was never one to appreciate too much crying. Plus, he was the hurt one. She didn't want to make this about her. "I know zis must be 'ard to 'ear. Of course, I will stay if you want me to."

The look on his face, all of the confusion, even the way she missed him made this almost too much to handle- but she was just going to have to figure this out. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, Fleur looked at Bill sympathetically.

He was so strong and powerful, and right now the look in his eyes had him looking vulnerable and confused. She hated seeing him like that. Taking his hand, she kissed his knuckles before giving it a gentle squeeze. "I 'ave never stopped loving you William." She wanted to say more, to tell him why he left, and that maybe something like this was even a blessing in disguise-

But then the ministry official came and Fleur was not in the mood. Bill was hurt. He didn't even change during a full moon. And this idiot was trying to talk to him about this stuff now? Hell, he didn't even know who his wife was. She stood up quickly and walked towards the man. Placing her hands on her hips and turning her body to face the man, he gaze quickly turned into a glare. "Excuse me Sir, but can't you see that we are talking 'ere? And it is tres innapropriate for you to come in 'ere and ask a man to register for someting zat he is not while 'e is not well. Maintenant, allez. Laisser! Nous ne voulons pas de vous ici et vous nous perturber. C'est très désagréable! Arrêtez de me regarder comme ça! Au moins lui donner le temps de sorte à se sentir mieux, vous idiot!" She huffed again, even though the man was staring at her like she was insane. Maybe she was, she didn't even know anymore.

Fleur was painfully aware of Bill's arm around her waist. She wasn't sure why, but it mostly felt right and wrong at the same time. She was worried that once he got his memory back, he would think she was a terrible person for letting him act like this. After all, he hated her last time she checked.

Nodding at their small triumph, she felt relieved when the ministry employee left. Most people already knew that Bill had been attacked. It wasn't as if he changed over the moon or anything -- so she wasn't exactly sure why he needed to be registered in the first place.

Turning to Bill, she smiled weakly. "Oh. Zank you, I zeenk?" Giggling a bit she looked down at her shoes. "Maybe you should be laying back down, William. You are looking pale."