Title: A Closet Conversation
A/N: Third place! :D I'm squeeing about making it farther than I ever have before. And I have a spiffy banner, too! ;D Special thanks and huge hugs to miss_daizy for being my wonderful beta and drabble coach. And thank you to my flist for all of your kind comments and encouragement. :D
Fleur stood in the closet, searching for just the right scarf for the day's festivities. She heard several thumps and Bill's cursing, before he fell into the closet in a heap at her feet.
"Bloody Hell!" Bill grumbled. "Why do you always leave your shoes in the middle of the floor? I just about broke my neck." Bill slowly got up off the floor, testing each appendage to make sure he was unhurt. He secured the towel around his waist.
Fleur arched an elegantly penciled eyebrow at Bill. "What 'as you in zuch a mood today?"
Bill sighed, "I'm nervous about being a groomsman. Why did Percy have to agree to a Muggle wedding?" Bill bent down to retrieve his shoes from the bottom shelf.
"I would zink zat would be obvious as Audrey's parents are Muggles."
Bill stood up quickly with his shoes and banged his head on the clothes bar.
"Damn Merlin's saggy bollocks!" Bill rubbed the sore spot on his head and kicked the closet door in a fit of anger, slamming it shut.
Fleur tutted, but pulled Bill to her, quickly kissing the top of his head. She picked up the scarf she had selected and moved to leave the closet. She reached for the knob on the closet door, but it wouldn't turn. She began to jiggle it.
"Beel, did you fix ze lock on ze closet door when I asked you to?"
"No," Bill grumped. "Why does the closet need to lock anyway?"
"Zo we can 'ide the children's Christmas presents."
"We don't have any children."
"We will someday if you quit being zuch a grouch."
Bill glared at Fleur as he shimmied around her to exchange places in the closet. He grasped the knob himself and tried it. It wouldn't budge. "You wouldn't happen to have your wand with you?"
"No. I left it on ze bed."
Bill slumped against the door and slid to the floor. "We're stuck. I'll definitely be late. I hope I don't miss my little brother's wedding entirely."
"Don't worry." Fleur sat down on the floor next to Bill. "You are in ze wedding. You are supposed to be early, so when you aren't, someone will come check on you. You won't miss the ceremony."
Bill shrugged. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
"We can't both be in bad moods at ze same time." Fleur kissed Bill's cheek, and he smiled.
"I'm sorry I was so awful."
"I forgive you, and I know how you can make it up to me." Fleur smirked.
"Yeah?" Bill waggled his eyebrows.
"Yes. You can finally fix ze closet door."
Bill laughed, pulled Fleur onto his lap, and kissed her.