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[leplusbeau]

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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[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.

[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."

[leplusbeau]

Very sweetly, "Poor Bill."

She smooths his hair back from his forehead.

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

[thecoolone]

"Not yet."

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

[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."

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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!

[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.

[leplusbeau]

"Oui," she says simply. "And you had a long day." She kisses his cheek and steals some lamb from his plate.

"Feel better, now?"

[thecoolone]

"Oui."

He kisses her lips.

Fleur. Lamb.

He loves her.