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[elegante_fleur]

Date: November 29, 2000(backdated because unlike Fleur her mun is not perfect)
Time: Early afternoon
Location: Bill and Fleur's cottage
Character(s) Involved: Bill, Fleur, Remus
Complete or incomplete: Incomplete
Rating: PG

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[billthedefender]

Special greetings throughout the day had ensured Bill was highly anticipating the evening ahead. He left the very second work ended and didn’t procrastinate in getting right home.

Approaching the familiar backdoor he spotted something completely unfamiliar.

Dog.

He actually stopped in his tracks, looking over the animal. It had clearly heard him and looked up at him with big eyes. Walking closer he was wary, dogs didn’t tend to like him, growling and causing a fuss when he passed by. This one seemed to examine him, finally extending a wet nose to poke against his arm. Bill placed a hesitant hand on the side of the animals neck, gently stroking his fur. He smiled at the red surrounding the dog’s neck, but quickly removed it, not sure he liked the idea of him being tied up or collared.

With the fabric removed the dog, which really was much more of a pup than a full grown dog stood up, eagerly pressing into the hand Bill laid on its back. This wasn’t a pet Fleur would choose for herself, not something she could coo over and he felt truly touched by the gesture.

“Nom, eh?” He asked, looking down at her, noticing her ribs stuck out much too much. “Figure it out later, hey pup?” Bill smiled, moving to climb up the stairs and rather glad when the dog followed.

Holding the door open, the air was heavy with the scent of good things to eat and the pup raised its nose just like he did, taking in as much of it as possible. Moving over the threshold, he gave a low whistle and the dog took a few tentative steps forward and joined him.

“Something smells amazing.” Bill called, passing the table laden with food, wondering how long they’d play the ‘Hide from the Birthday Boy’ game.

Finally arriving at the waiting pair, he grinned.

“Well, well, well. Maybe I should turn thirty more often?”

Fleur looked just as she always did, perfect and Bill took a split second to realize how much he’d missed her.

“Wife, best mate and cake? You sure know how to make a guy happy.” He smiled at the two of them, chiding himself for even once considering they’d be up to anything behind his back.

[m4moony]

"Trust me, once through thirty is more than enough," Remus laughed, clapping his friend warmly on the shoulder before putting his hands out to take the cake from Fleur so she could greet her husband properly. Normally, Bill was one of the few who would have earned a warm hug as well for his birthday. But, after the bit of uncomfortableness regarding Remus' own relationship choices, he felt it better not to push the boundaries of familiarity until he was sure Bill wouldn't be put off by it. "Happy Birthday, Bill."

The invitation to the afternoon's festivities had come as a bit of a surprise to Remus after his friends had been separated for so long. He wasn't sure what had happened to change Bill's mind about seeing Fleur. But, he was pleased to see no signs of temper in his young friend as a result of the surprise waiting for him.

"You are a lucky man, Bill Weasley," he admonished teasingly. "I hope you appreciate all the work this lovely young wife of yours has put into this celebration."

He winked conspiratorily to indicate further he was only teasing -- for he did indeed know how much Bill appreciated his wife.

[elegante_fleur]

Not arguing as Remus held out his hands for the small cake she turned it over slowly to his ownership, not wishing the candles to blow out before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held him tightly, as if he had barely existed before this moment. Choking back the urge to cry she stepped away, just inches, still remaining in the circle of his arms and smiled up at him.

"Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour."

Just being here, at her own home, seemed to change Fleur. Made her into a bit of her old self, but already the sense of apprehension and dread filled her. She knew it would be one night of his warmth, his body pressed against hers, the familiarity of their home, before she was back in a cold empty bed at Hogwarts.

But if all she could do was enjoy the here and the now; if this one evening was all she would have for an indefinite amount of time, than she would endeavor to make the most of it.

She remained standing near him, not wanting to be out of arm's reach from him at any point in the night before looking down at the dog that had followed him, placing dirty paws on her pristine white carpets.

Forcing herself not grimace but smile instead she looked up to her husband, "'Ave you geeven 'im a name yet?"

She asked before gesturing towards the kitchen, "And you both must be 'ungry, come, we'll talk over dinner." She smiled and her face lit up.

She was in her home. With her love. With Remus, one of her most favorite persons. There was an unburnt dinner, the promise of an evening alone with her husband, and no Fenrir Greyback.

She had to check the calender to be sure it was November 29 and not March 16.

[billthedefender]

Bill raised his eyebrow, having expected a hug from his friend. It took him a few moments to realize why Remus had held back, when he realize Bill rolled his eyes at the other man. These days he wasn't good at being touched, but the people right here would always be exceptions.

Remus and his relationship and everything all fell away, the whole room practically disappeared as her small arms wrapped around him. She smelt like heaven, Bill decided as he secured his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground, just because he could. Bloody hell, this was what home felt like. Keeping his arm around her waist he looked to the cake, candles still alight.

"That I do, I think she's surely a keeper." Bill winked at Remus before he placed a kiss on the top of Fleur's head.

Bill gave her another squeeze before releasing her and removing the cake from Remus’ grasp to set it on the table. Wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulders he gave him a firm hug. “Don’t think you were going to get off that easily. It’s my birthday, I need plenty of attention to distract me from my age.” He teases as he stepped back.

The dog pressed her head against Bill's leg and he looked down, filled with undeniable affection. "I'm thinking I'll call her Jessie, once knew a man called Jess, always thought he'd make a much better dog than a person."

Dinner, that wonderful, mouth-watering scent. Dinner. "Smells amazing, love." He said as he gently rubbed her back.

"And what of the cake? Should I blow out the candles now?"