One Shot: Promise
Title: Promise
Characters: Fleur/Oliver, Bill/Fleur
For: HP Pairings
Rating: G
Genre: General
Warnings: Very random, hardly paired at all.
Word Count: 722
Summary: Fleur likes not being noticed.
Notes: I fail at Fleur/Oliver. They're not really in it. Major fail. However, I do like this version of Fleur, I don't think I've seen her before. Also there's very little dialogue since a French and Scottish accent is a little to much all at once.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
It’s been years since Fleur has bothered noticed something noticing her. Since she was a little girl, people have gaped at the blonde, part-Veela child. Their stares were nerve-racking for the longest time. It didn’t help that she was a clumsy adolescent, her now slender legs and lithe figure were gangly and scrawny and prone to tripping over everything. How often she wished to disappear! Her mother often scolded her for hiding her pretty face behind her long silken hair. Years of practice had allowed her to feel polished in society. Over time, she had even forgotten how people gawked.
Bill had been different. He obviously noticed her beauty (what man couldn’t?), but he never stared. He’d paid attention to her intelligence and her humor by listening to her and laughing with her. Most men were too afraid of her to do anything other than drool. Bill was the first adult man who had ever asked her out. Shameful, but true. Men were too shy or thought she’d never go out with a guy like them. Fleur wasn’t shallow (well, Bill was gorgeous); she would have gone out with an intelligent, humorous, kind man. Bill fit all those categories. He was also the first one to ask her out.
Their courtship was a happy whirlwind. They complimented each other in so many ways, more than they themselves knew. When Bill was attacked and scarred, Fleur hadn’t cared for his looks, only that her darling was hurt. She had been furious when his sweet, but misunderstanding family had assumed that she’d leave him. What kind of girl did they think she was? Well, she’d shown them. The wedding was beautiful. When she looked back on it, it was easy to forget the unhappy ending. Their cottage was a blissful dream. Despite the war, their life was perfect, happy. As long as Bill was around, she had no fear.
When the call came for all good and courageous folk to hurry to Hogwarts for the final battle between good and evil, Fleur felt the first shaft from the bow of fear. She knew Bill would go to fight, his entire family, and group of friends would be there. Although, past times had proved she was a capable fighting witch, she knew that Bill would be distraught with worry if she left the little one and fought by his side.
So as he prepared to leave, she stood quietly and tried to not let her terror show. “Where’s my coat?” Bill asked as he ran around their parlor, trying to find everything before a friend arrived to go to Hogwarts together. Calmly as she could, Fleur found his long coat and handed it to her pacing husband. By the stiff line of shoulders and the tenseness in his next, Fleur knew that he wasn’t frightened, but excited. She prayed he would act the courageous fool.
Finally, ready to go, Bill stopped and looked over himself one last time. A knock sounded at the door, he looked at Fleur, and swore, running into the back room to grab something else. Fleur took her wand out and approached the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw one of Bill’s friends, Oliver. Since the protection charm’s hadn’t gone off, she was satisfied and open the door. Inside stepped a young man, Bill’s middle brother’s age, tall, muscular, with brown hair. He said hello solemnly and Fleur tried to smile in return. Oliver looked gravely around the room as Fleur tried not to watch him. Moving closer to the hissing fire, he smiled sadly and asked, “how are ye?” Fleur sighed and shrugged slightly. In a strange way it was nice to be standing here talking to a man who wasn’t interested in how she looked, but how she felt. It gave her peace, that she was a worthwhile person, who deserved happiness, because she was a person, not just because she had a pretty face. She smiled to herself once more.
Oliver turned sharply to a sound in the next room. Bill ran in and grinned eagerly, “hello, mate, ready to go?” With that, he kissed Fleur gently and led the way out the door.
Choking back tears, Fleur followed them. Oliver glanced at her. Fleur leaned toward him and whispered, “bring him home.”
Oliver nodded, “Ah promise.”
Characters: Fleur/Oliver, Bill/Fleur
For: HP Pairings
Rating: G
Genre: General
Warnings: Very random, hardly paired at all.
Word Count: 722
Summary: Fleur likes not being noticed.
Notes: I fail at Fleur/Oliver. They're not really in it. Major fail. However, I do like this version of Fleur, I don't think I've seen her before. Also there's very little dialogue since a French and Scottish accent is a little to much all at once.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.
It’s been years since Fleur has bothered noticed something noticing her. Since she was a little girl, people have gaped at the blonde, part-Veela child. Their stares were nerve-racking for the longest time. It didn’t help that she was a clumsy adolescent, her now slender legs and lithe figure were gangly and scrawny and prone to tripping over everything. How often she wished to disappear! Her mother often scolded her for hiding her pretty face behind her long silken hair. Years of practice had allowed her to feel polished in society. Over time, she had even forgotten how people gawked.
Bill had been different. He obviously noticed her beauty (what man couldn’t?), but he never stared. He’d paid attention to her intelligence and her humor by listening to her and laughing with her. Most men were too afraid of her to do anything other than drool. Bill was the first adult man who had ever asked her out. Shameful, but true. Men were too shy or thought she’d never go out with a guy like them. Fleur wasn’t shallow (well, Bill was gorgeous); she would have gone out with an intelligent, humorous, kind man. Bill fit all those categories. He was also the first one to ask her out.
Their courtship was a happy whirlwind. They complimented each other in so many ways, more than they themselves knew. When Bill was attacked and scarred, Fleur hadn’t cared for his looks, only that her darling was hurt. She had been furious when his sweet, but misunderstanding family had assumed that she’d leave him. What kind of girl did they think she was? Well, she’d shown them. The wedding was beautiful. When she looked back on it, it was easy to forget the unhappy ending. Their cottage was a blissful dream. Despite the war, their life was perfect, happy. As long as Bill was around, she had no fear.
When the call came for all good and courageous folk to hurry to Hogwarts for the final battle between good and evil, Fleur felt the first shaft from the bow of fear. She knew Bill would go to fight, his entire family, and group of friends would be there. Although, past times had proved she was a capable fighting witch, she knew that Bill would be distraught with worry if she left the little one and fought by his side.
So as he prepared to leave, she stood quietly and tried to not let her terror show. “Where’s my coat?” Bill asked as he ran around their parlor, trying to find everything before a friend arrived to go to Hogwarts together. Calmly as she could, Fleur found his long coat and handed it to her pacing husband. By the stiff line of shoulders and the tenseness in his next, Fleur knew that he wasn’t frightened, but excited. She prayed he would act the courageous fool.
Finally, ready to go, Bill stopped and looked over himself one last time. A knock sounded at the door, he looked at Fleur, and swore, running into the back room to grab something else. Fleur took her wand out and approached the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw one of Bill’s friends, Oliver. Since the protection charm’s hadn’t gone off, she was satisfied and open the door. Inside stepped a young man, Bill’s middle brother’s age, tall, muscular, with brown hair. He said hello solemnly and Fleur tried to smile in return. Oliver looked gravely around the room as Fleur tried not to watch him. Moving closer to the hissing fire, he smiled sadly and asked, “how are ye?” Fleur sighed and shrugged slightly. In a strange way it was nice to be standing here talking to a man who wasn’t interested in how she looked, but how she felt. It gave her peace, that she was a worthwhile person, who deserved happiness, because she was a person, not just because she had a pretty face. She smiled to herself once more.
Oliver turned sharply to a sound in the next room. Bill ran in and grinned eagerly, “hello, mate, ready to go?” With that, he kissed Fleur gently and led the way out the door.
Choking back tears, Fleur followed them. Oliver glanced at her. Fleur leaned toward him and whispered, “bring him home.”
Oliver nodded, “Ah promise.”