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Entry tags: | character: bill weasley, character: fleur delacour, location: private residence, september 1996, type: rp |
Hungry, love?
Characters: Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour
Date: September 19, 1996
Location: Bill and Fleur's place, Hogsmeade
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fleur's had a tough week, so Bill does something nice for her.
Status: Complete
Even though Bill wasn't directly afflicted with the curse that had been cast over the school, he considered himself collateral damage. The things he adored most about his Fleur, the boy glances, the flirty smiles, the way she looked at him when she wanted him to do something he really disliked doing (like disposing of the garbage or making the bed) had been doing quite the opposite of attracting him, like they normally did. At first, he'd hardly been able to be in the same room as her, but after a few days, he'd started to build up a kind of immunity.
He hoped it would be dealt with soon, though. He wanted his Fleur back the way she had been before the curse.
Still, he could tell that not being able to be her normal self was wearing on his beautiful fiancee, so he was determined to do something nice for her.
He'd owled her at the school earlier in the day and asked her to be home no later than half-past six. That was well before the school would sit down for dinner, so he wouldn't have to deal with her coming home not hungry because she'd eaten at school. He had everything planned and ready by the time she walked in the door... Candles everywhere, lighting their little cottage softly. Fairy lights adding to the atmosphere. The air was scented with a mingling of Fleur's favorite scent, sandalwood, and the dinner that he'd prepared himself. Bill might have born a close resemblance to his father, but he'd inherited an ability to cook from his mother, and he was planning on showcasing that talent that evening. With little magical help, he'd prepared a simple meal of beef burgundy, served with a linguine pasta. His mother would have been so proud of him, if she'd known what he was doing.
Once the food was cooking, he'd jumped into the shower and bathed, then changed his clothes into something he thought she'd find more appealing: a fitted shirt and a comfortable, but still stylish, pair of pants. He took care to fix his hair just the way she liked as well. Everything was complete and ready to go...
All that was left was Fleur. His wild woman. Merlin, he loved her.