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Drabble: Bill/Fleur

SQUEE!! I made it through another week at bwfd_ldws!!

SQUEE! And TWO PEOPLE picked me as most favorite! (No one has in this ldws before this week.)

SQUEE! I've now survived longer than any other ldws in which I have participated!!

SQUEE! In a couple of hours, I'm picking up winkielovegood at the bus station (she's been visiting family) and we're going to celebrate. :D

*jumps up and down*

*swings miss_daizy around in joyful circles for being an awesome beta*


OK, now that I have squeed sufficiently, here's the drabble. ;)

Title: Wolfish Tendencies
Words: 498
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Contains a direct quote from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Bill expertly twirled Fleur without missing a step. When he pulled her back close to him, he whispered in her ear, "You are a gorgeous woman, Mrs. Weasley. A-roooo."

Fleur giggled at Bill's fake howl, "And you are a sexy beast, Mr. Weasley."

Bill waggled his eyebrows. "Speaking of beasts, what is that thing?" Bill gestured to the patronus across the dance floor.

"A lynx. I believe zat is Kingsley's patronus. I hope nothing is wrong . . .maybe he has just sent greetings?"

Fleur's smile vanished as her fears were confirmed by Kingsley's deep, slow voice coming from the cat, "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."


Bill and Fleur stood back to back firing spells as fast as possible. Bill had seen Harry, Ron, and Hermione Apparate out when the Death Eaters Apparated in. He didn't know whether to be more or less worried about them. Bill drew comfort from Fleur's back pressed tightly to his as they fought off their attackers together. He couldn't see most of his family through the confusion, but he would make sure to protect his wife.

Then Bill heard the dreaded syllable.


He jumped, turning in midair to place himself between Fleur and her attacker.


Bill bared his teeth and growled at the Death Eater.


"Avada Kedavra!" The Death Eater fell to the ground.

"Protego!" Fleur yelled, but another Death Eater's spell broke through her shield, and Bill collapsed.


Bill opened his eyes, looking around blearily. It took him a full minute to realize where he was—Shell Cottage, his and Fleur's new home. By the moonlight shining through the window, Bill squinted, searching for Fleur. As his eyes adjusted, he saw her, slumped uncomfortably in the rocking chair next to the bed, wearing her dirt-and-blood-encrusted wedding dress, her face and arms covered in bloody scratches. He took her hand which was resting on the bed near him.

"Beel?" Fleur's eyes met Bill's. "Beel! You are all right? I zought ze Death Eater had killed you!" Fleur's tears created muddy streaks on her dirty face.

"I feel fine, love. Are you all right? How about everyone else?" Fleur nodded shakily. Bill sat up and held open his arms to her. "Come here." Fleur joined him on the bed and they held each other as they cried together.

After a bit, Bill reached for his wand on the bedside table and conjured a wet flannel. He gently wiped the dried blood from Fleur's face and arms. Extremely thankful scratches were her only injuries, Bill tenderly kissed away her tears.

Bill's fearful eyes met Fleur's. "I'm not going to Azkaban, am I?"

"No. Nobody mentioned your killing zat Death Eater. You saved my life." Fleur caressed Bill's cheek and softly kissed his lips.

Bill's heart swelled with a fierce love. He knew he would kill to protect Fleur, or even give his life for her. Bill felt no remorse. To save his family, he was ready to kill again.
Tags: bill weasley, drabble, fleur weasley, squee
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