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1. mollywheezy
Title: A Closet Conversation
Words: 450
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
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.
2. gelsey
Title: Finally
Words: 491
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none, except maybe a bit of language.
Author's Notes: Hope this gets me into the next round!
The first time Bill ran into Fleur, she nearly brained him with an ashtray.
She was yelling, loudly and in French, at Perkins. Perkins shared the small office with her at Gringotts, and no matter how many times she complained, no matter how many spells she cast, he always smoked in there. The entire bank knew about it-it was prime gossip.
It seemed that, this time, she had finally had enough. Bill watched, unable to simply pass by such a scene, from the open doorway as Fleur brandished the ashtray and screeched. He was held in rapt fascination as the ashtray went sailing through the air, lobbed by her strong arm-so rapt that it was only just before it ricocheted off the corner and toward his face that Bill realized he might be in danger.
That was how Fleur received the appellation of “that screeching harpy bitch in office 4.”
***
The first time Fleur worked with Bill directly, he nearly broke her jaw.
It was supposed to be her first official curse-breaking. Though her excuse of improving her English was true, she had come here in large part to learn from some of the best curse-breakers in the world-a desire her parents disapproved of. She stood in front of the vault, which had been discovered in a distant, back corner of Gringotts, testing the old wards carefully in order to figure out how to proceed.
Bill arrived amid another crowd of curious curse breakers and shouldered his way to the front. He looked at it, top to bottom, and smirked. Drawing his wand, he didn’t even perform a diagnostic before he cast-and the vault, damn it all, opened.
Fleur opened her mouth to yell at him, to truly give him what for, when he turned. His elbow nearly smacked her jaw and sent her reeling backward.
That was how Bill became known at work as “that clumsy, ham-handed idiot show-stealer.”
***
It escalated, becoming more interesting gossip for the bank and its employees than even the Perkins fiasco had been. Soon, not a day passed when the two of them didn’t trade rude insults and glares. They yelled at each other, frequently and in several languages. At least their goblin bosses didn’t care.
The kiss happened on accident. Fleur poked her finger, hard, into his chest; Bill leaned down, looming in an effort to intimidate her. As they fought, he came lower and she came higher and suddenly their lips were touching and they were no longer yelling.
It started out angry and grew desperate. His hands clutched her arse and her fingers gripped his hair tightly and pulled. Their bodies pressed together so hard that it was hard to tell quite where she ended and he began. It ended sweetly, slowly.
When they parted, neither could remember what they’d found so wrong in the other person.
“Finally,” another curse breaker muttered, and a goblin cackled.
3. deathlydragon
Title: Blind
Words: 474
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Author's Notes: *please insert witty Author’s Notes here*
“Look, this isn’t going to work. You can’t call her that. She’s my fiancée.”
“She’s Phlegm for me,” Ginny snapped.
It required several moments for Bill to swallow the anger blazing up at this nickname. He sighed, hoping Ginny would realise how childish her behaviour was if he pretended to be unimpressed by it.
“I’m going to marry her, Ginny. With or without your permission.” Bill was pleading inside but on the outside he stayed calm. “Do you want to keep this up for the rest of your life?”
“No! I hope that you realise your mistake before you marry her.” Ginny looked at him again, her big brown eyes vehemently begging. “It’s because of the Veela-thing that you don’t notice how… awful she is. I have to share my room with that haughty, always whining bitch.”
“Ginny.” Bill’s menacing voice did not suffice to stop Ginny.
“She’s sucking up to all of you, bewitching every man in this house with her looks. Do you think that’ll suddenly stop after you married her? She’s a man-eating slut that broke countless hearts at Hogwarts and she humiliated your brother in front of the entire school! But you don’t see that because you’re too busy drooling over her perfection!”
“It’s enough,” Bill said between gritted teeth. “Don’t ever talk about Fleur like this again, or I’ll forget myself.”
Ginny only huffed but that was nearly the last straw - Bill slammed the door of his sister’s room shut behind him, inhaling deeply to drown the fire of rage flaring up in his stomach.
“Chéri?”
Startled, Bill turned to the source of the voice. Fleur lingered behind the corner, silky dressing grown draping her slender body.
“I’ve ’eard you talking,” she said and even with that small worry line her features were perfectly flawless. “You don’t believe ’er, do you?”
Bill wanted to reply that, of course, he did not believe Ginny, that Ginny was only jealous, that she was scared to lose her big brother to another woman, but that light shade of red on Fleur’s usually pale cheeks let every word die on his tongue.
What if Ginny was right? What if he was blinded by his love and couldn’t see Fleur’s flaws?
Fleur blinked hastily, glittering drops of tears getting caught in her long lashes. “Geenevra is exaggerating. I’ve tried so ’ard to be accepted in your family, but zey try everyzing to get rid of me. I can’t take zis anymore. Eef zey don’t want me…”
“I want you.” Bill walked over to Fleur and pulled her against his chest. He focused on her full lips, slightly parted revealing impeccable white teeth. “That’s enough, isn’t it?”
Bill lifted Fleur’s chin up to kiss her gently on the mouth, and like this he was unable to notice the tears destroying the perfection of her face.
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The drabbles are in, and it's time to vote!
Remember:
♥ If you are a contestant, you are required to vote.
♥ You are not allowed to vote for yourself.
♥ Please enter the number of your most favorite and least favorite drabble in the voting poll. Please enter the number and NOT the title!
♥ Remember the prompt when voting: "Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other." -Rene Yasenek
Winners will be announced on Wednesday!
1. mollywheezy
Title: A Closet Conversation
Words: 450
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
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.
2. gelsey
Title: Finally
Words: 491
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none, except maybe a bit of language.
Author's Notes: Hope this gets me into the next round!
The first time Bill ran into Fleur, she nearly brained him with an ashtray.
She was yelling, loudly and in French, at Perkins. Perkins shared the small office with her at Gringotts, and no matter how many times she complained, no matter how many spells she cast, he always smoked in there. The entire bank knew about it-it was prime gossip.
It seemed that, this time, she had finally had enough. Bill watched, unable to simply pass by such a scene, from the open doorway as Fleur brandished the ashtray and screeched. He was held in rapt fascination as the ashtray went sailing through the air, lobbed by her strong arm-so rapt that it was only just before it ricocheted off the corner and toward his face that Bill realized he might be in danger.
That was how Fleur received the appellation of “that screeching harpy bitch in office 4.”
***
The first time Fleur worked with Bill directly, he nearly broke her jaw.
It was supposed to be her first official curse-breaking. Though her excuse of improving her English was true, she had come here in large part to learn from some of the best curse-breakers in the world-a desire her parents disapproved of. She stood in front of the vault, which had been discovered in a distant, back corner of Gringotts, testing the old wards carefully in order to figure out how to proceed.
Bill arrived amid another crowd of curious curse breakers and shouldered his way to the front. He looked at it, top to bottom, and smirked. Drawing his wand, he didn’t even perform a diagnostic before he cast-and the vault, damn it all, opened.
Fleur opened her mouth to yell at him, to truly give him what for, when he turned. His elbow nearly smacked her jaw and sent her reeling backward.
That was how Bill became known at work as “that clumsy, ham-handed idiot show-stealer.”
***
It escalated, becoming more interesting gossip for the bank and its employees than even the Perkins fiasco had been. Soon, not a day passed when the two of them didn’t trade rude insults and glares. They yelled at each other, frequently and in several languages. At least their goblin bosses didn’t care.
The kiss happened on accident. Fleur poked her finger, hard, into his chest; Bill leaned down, looming in an effort to intimidate her. As they fought, he came lower and she came higher and suddenly their lips were touching and they were no longer yelling.
It started out angry and grew desperate. His hands clutched her arse and her fingers gripped his hair tightly and pulled. Their bodies pressed together so hard that it was hard to tell quite where she ended and he began. It ended sweetly, slowly.
When they parted, neither could remember what they’d found so wrong in the other person.
“Finally,” another curse breaker muttered, and a goblin cackled.
3. deathlydragon
Title: Blind
Words: 474
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Author's Notes: *please insert witty Author’s Notes here*
“Look, this isn’t going to work. You can’t call her that. She’s my fiancée.”
“She’s Phlegm for me,” Ginny snapped.
It required several moments for Bill to swallow the anger blazing up at this nickname. He sighed, hoping Ginny would realise how childish her behaviour was if he pretended to be unimpressed by it.
“I’m going to marry her, Ginny. With or without your permission.” Bill was pleading inside but on the outside he stayed calm. “Do you want to keep this up for the rest of your life?”
“No! I hope that you realise your mistake before you marry her.” Ginny looked at him again, her big brown eyes vehemently begging. “It’s because of the Veela-thing that you don’t notice how… awful she is. I have to share my room with that haughty, always whining bitch.”
“Ginny.” Bill’s menacing voice did not suffice to stop Ginny.
“She’s sucking up to all of you, bewitching every man in this house with her looks. Do you think that’ll suddenly stop after you married her? She’s a man-eating slut that broke countless hearts at Hogwarts and she humiliated your brother in front of the entire school! But you don’t see that because you’re too busy drooling over her perfection!”
“It’s enough,” Bill said between gritted teeth. “Don’t ever talk about Fleur like this again, or I’ll forget myself.”
Ginny only huffed but that was nearly the last straw - Bill slammed the door of his sister’s room shut behind him, inhaling deeply to drown the fire of rage flaring up in his stomach.
“Chéri?”
Startled, Bill turned to the source of the voice. Fleur lingered behind the corner, silky dressing grown draping her slender body.
“I’ve ’eard you talking,” she said and even with that small worry line her features were perfectly flawless. “You don’t believe ’er, do you?”
Bill wanted to reply that, of course, he did not believe Ginny, that Ginny was only jealous, that she was scared to lose her big brother to another woman, but that light shade of red on Fleur’s usually pale cheeks let every word die on his tongue.
What if Ginny was right? What if he was blinded by his love and couldn’t see Fleur’s flaws?
Fleur blinked hastily, glittering drops of tears getting caught in her long lashes. “Geenevra is exaggerating. I’ve tried so ’ard to be accepted in your family, but zey try everyzing to get rid of me. I can’t take zis anymore. Eef zey don’t want me…”
“I want you.” Bill walked over to Fleur and pulled her against his chest. He focused on her full lips, slightly parted revealing impeccable white teeth. “That’s enough, isn’t it?”
Bill lifted Fleur’s chin up to kiss her gently on the mouth, and like this he was unable to notice the tears destroying the perfection of her face.
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