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Fleur is fluffing pillows.

And cleaning.

And counting.

She wouldn't be counting days! Why would she be counting those?! She is counting pillows. PILLOWS.

Now she is counting the time ticking by on the clock. "I wonder where my 'usband iz," she asks herself aloud. She might have to call down and ask that their evening meal be delayed. She has been trying lately to have at least something warm for him waiting when he gets home.

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thecoolone

He melts into her touch and the quiet sound of her voice, so happy to be here. Happy to be home, happy to be with Fleur, happy to try to let go of the insanity.

"Mum said she might go off exploring the world with Cain. You know, from the Bible." Slowly, he pounds his forehead with the heel of his hand. "She's supposed to be with Dad. What if this changes her reality and I don't even exist any more? My brothers? My sister? Well, I suppose at that rate I won't have to worry about Ginny and Draco Malfoy... or about her sleeping with someone. Or about the world falling apart in front of us." He smiles in a benign sort of way.

"Then, a Tim showed up. I have no idea which one. He said there were 999 of him. One of them slept with my mother, and one with my sister. Or at least that's what I think happened. And when I thought the insanity was past, Morgan le Fae sat at the table and said hullo. I swear, Fleur, I never thought that Luxor was the bastion of sanity, but compared to the bar? We're the luckiest couple in the whole bloody universe. The whole one."

This is nice. This is normal. This is... what it is, and it suits him just fine at the moment, thank you kindly. He lets his eyes close.

"I'm sure there have been crazier days there, but I'm hard-pressed to come up with one that makes less sense."

From:

leplusbeau

"...I think you might have eaten too many paradoxes, minet." Her voice is still soft, and she continues to hum after she says that.

Then, she lets the sound fade away. "I think...you needed someone to be nice to you. And if your mère does...run off with that man, you will still exist. Timelinez are very fluid. Meanz she iz not your mère, juste could have been. And..." she makes a face. "Ew. Malfoy? He iz so pointy! Not that Tim iz much better. Very...Tim. May be Malfoy iz very good with hiz--" She looks down at the husband in her lap. "--iz nothing!"

She continues to rub his temples and starts to hum again. Then, "You could tell your brotherz. About the boyz. If thingz go too fast. Wizardz make tastey dragon treastz, you know." She's teasing? That's why she giggled! She doesn't touch the subject of war. That's something else entirely.

From:

thecoolone

He rests one hand over hers, on his temple, and closes his eyes. "Your voice is such a lullaby. Keep talking, keep singing. You're the only thing making any sense at all today. Tonight."

He could sleep in her arms... if he could get the notion of Malfoy being good with his... whatever out of his mind. Opening his eyes, he looks into Fleur's benevolent and exceedingly beautiful face. "For the first time, talking with Ginny, I had an idea how Dad must feel some days."

From:

leplusbeau

Very sweetly, "Poor Bill."

She smooths his hair back from his forehead.

"Mmm. You became a real adult, hm?"

From:

thecoolone

"Not yet."

He grins up at her, hoping he never ever does.

From:

leplusbeau

She snorts. "You are going to be one hundred and still breaking cursez, no? I am going to have to hide the good silver to keep you entertained so you do not break your hip."

From:

thecoolone

"Reparo. See, I'll be able to take care of it." Laughing, he reaches up and pulls her face down toward his. "I'm tired of the insanity: kiss me."

From:

leplusbeau

Who is she to deny him?

They are upside down, and her nose keeps bumping his chin, but her smiles grows more and more.

From:

thecoolone

"Woman I love," Bill manages between kisses. "Falling in love with you was the smartest thing I've ever done, and I do it all over again every single day." Gazing up into her eyes, he blushes with the sheer adoration he feels. His hand sneaks to her chest and he kisses her again.

And there's a knock at the door.

"Delivery."

Bugger.

From:

leplusbeau

She giggles. "Stay. I will get it."

She straightens out her top as she bounds over to the front door and retrieves their dinner. It is starting to smell good in here!

From:

thecoolone

Sitting up, Bill takes off the bulky galabayya, smoothing out his t-shirt ("Property of Gringott's Athletic Department") and jeans beneath: that's better.

He smells lamb kebabs and suddenly, he's famished. As soon as Fleur's back, he Summons plates and silver from their little kitchen, setting a makeshift table right here in front of the sofa.

Rice, lamb, iced tea, cucumber salad: it's just what he wanted.

For food, that is. Taking Fleur's hand in his, he tugs her to sit next to him. There's something so satisfying about just being here with her, sharing a meal, smelling her perfume: he thinks that possibly -- just possibly -- things don't get so very much better.

"You're wonderful." He grins at her before taking up a forkful of rice.