A quite Drink

Bill was walking the narrow lane of hogsmeade, people of different shapes and sizes barged past him, many with rather wide smiles planted upon their scarved faces. Bill could hear his feet crunch the snow beneath his feet, this was one thing that he liked about coming to Hogsmeade, there was snow.

Bill stoped for a moment, he could feel his face begginging to freeze. He had not taken his scarf or gloves with him, all he had was one, scabby, long robe. He looked to the left of him, and there was honey dukes, the sweet shop that Bill used to take pride in visiting, only a few years ago. He shook his head, he had just eaten. Bill then looked to his right hand side and saw The Three Broom Sticks, he nodded slightly and wonderd on in. There was a small fire dancing aimlessly in it's place and many old, fat men turned around to look at Bill, Looking un-easy he wonderd to the barmaid was standing, behing the counter. "Fire whisky please." He said, polightly. The barmaid gave a grin and nodded. "Anything you want sunshine." And at that she grabed a glass and chucked it on the counter pouring a fire whisky into it. Bill kindly paid the woman and grabbed his glass, walking to a near by window and taking a seat, sipping at his drink.

Fleur drifted down the snow covered cobbled street, she warm a hat the covered her head, althought gurls of siverly blonde hung loosely on her back, she wore, pale baby blue mittens and a baby blue stripped scarf which she buried her head into, she hated the cold a frown creased her porcerline features, her cheeks a rosey pink, and her nose too a healthy pink, she whished to pay a vist to Hogsmede she hadn't been there for ages, and still got lost ocassionsionally she shivered in the coldness her deepr blue eyes saw the sign to the three broom sticks, she pushed open the door, a gust of wind blew behind her, few men stared, which she was used to, she kept her head down still fighting the cold and approached the bar, she was quite small compared to most, but flawlessly elegant, in her swan like movements, a drunken man approached her she could smell the foulness, he loped an arm around her and she pushed against him to get him off her as he offered to by her a drink "No, Merci.."she said shaking her head a few curls bounded, her french accent thick.

Bill took a few more sips of his fire whisky, his Brown eyes gazing out of the window, when he spotted a failure face, one he had grown to know as Fleur Delacour, one that had just recently started work at Gringotts. Bill stood up taking one more sip of his drink and putting down on the table and making his way over to Fleur, his Black, shabby robes flying behind him, before coming to a Holt as he seen a drunken man talking to her. Bill could feel a slight burning inside of him. He watched the man look at Fleur, and Bill began to move forward towards the pair. "Well, you heard her" Bill said, almost to a whisper, motioning to the man to go back to his table before turning his head to look at Fleur, catching her beauty as he he done so. He smiled warmly down at her, "Thirsty?" He asked, not knowing much else to say. Bill's hair blazed, as usual, the fire light causing it to grow more Orange.

Fleur looked to the man, scared almost she would draw her wand if need be, then she heard a familiuar voice behind her she turned swiftly her blue eyes darting between the drunken man and the man she knew to be Bill Weasley who she half worked with, she smiled pleasently pleased to see a friendly face, he eyes shifted to his hair glowing like fire she smiled further a bashful smile she cleared her throaugh "Oh..eh Merci..Zat was Very Kind of you Zer waz no, need for you to eh..Zave me but..Merci, " he smiled thankful and nodded enthusastically "Qui" she smiled her cheeks reddning further "Exuce moi, my..eh Eneglish...iz not zat..uh..magnificante.."

The man looked angry, but staggered away lowering his head, back to his own, lonely table. Bill rolled his brown eyes at the man, and looked to Fleur once more, he, himself could feel his cheeks reddening with just the sight of Fleur. Bill laughed slightly shaking his head in almost disagreement. "No, no, it's alright..." Bill bit his bottom lip, the sentence Fleur had just said, would usually be an opening for a sarcastic reply from Bill, but this was, in fact the first time he had seen Fleur outside Gringotts, the wizarding bank. Bill smiled down at Fleur once again before opening his mouth to reply to her. "Oh it's alright, I'm not too good at French, but i know what you mean." Bill spoke, clearer and slower, for her to understand him a bit more. Bill stopped talking for a moment, and looked into her magnificent Blue eyes taking a deep breath before, "S-Erm, what would you like to drink?" He asked quickly, pulling out a few galleons and heading up to the bar.

She blushed rosy and smiled absently battering her black long eyelashed, she glanced down and listend she nodded then looked back up to Bill she giggled poliety "Zer iz no need to eh, speak slowly I can understand you," she smiled shyly again and put a mitten hand to her lips a small giggle escaped her rosy lips her eyes lifting to meet Bills, she bit her lower lip delicatly and blushed before she realised his offer "Oh, are 'ou sure? zat iz awfully, nice ov you, I can Pay 'ou back if you like, no?" she offered her voice soft and gentle a mere trait of veela hreditory.

Bill felt a sudden rush of embarrassment, he just felt like he had just made a fool out of himself. He stood up straight and nodded trying not to let out a nervous laugh. He took a glance to the bar and noticed Madam Rosemerta standing with a rather large smile planted upon her long, pale face, her scabby, UN colour co-ordinated cloths sweeping off the floor. Bill payed her no more attention and looked to Fleur, nodding quickly, but shortly. "No, i don't want your money, Fleur." This time he said this at a normal pase, but his voice going a little higher as he said her name. "Now, what would you like to drink? Pumpkin juice? Butterbeer? Fire Whiskey?" He added in choice, as he rested his arm upon the face of the counter. "Fire whiskey for me please." Said Bill softly, laying some money on the counter top, just beside his arm, before looking back to Fleur with a 'Well' kind of way, before feeling his cheeks plaster red once again.

Fleur giggled gently at Bills embrassment she smiled "vell, if ou' are sure..vitch ever ou are havin'" she smiled sweetly "I shall go get us a table" she smiled then turned and glided away sawnlike as before she settled her self in the corner near a radiator, and snuggled sligtly into the seatshe pulled of her gloves placing them on her lap and then took of her scarf too placing that on her lap the finally she removed her hat and shook her hair, more locks fell down her back then she propped her elebow on the table resting her chin delicatly in her hand and gaving out the window to the falling snow.

Bill heard Fleurs girlish giggles and this forced him to anything, feel a little more embarrassed, but he tried as best as he could not to let Fleur notice this. Bill lowered his head slightly in agreement. "Alright, I'll be up in a minute with them." He smiled generously, turning away from Fleur and looking to Rosemerta. "Ah- Make that two." He implied, watching as her childish grin was wiped off her face and poured more. Bill out money onto the counter top, once more, as she slambbed the two fire whiskeys on the face of the counter. Bill raised an amused eyebrow and lifted the drinks, before turning away from her and heading towards Fleur. Gasing along the empty tables and finally finding the table that Fleur had rested at. He soon began to walk towards her, but it soon turned into some-what of a strut.

As Bill got to the table with the drinks, he placed one at Fleurs side of the table, as he pulled out a chair with one hand and sat down on it, placing the fire whiskey in front of himself. "So.." Began Bill. "What brings you here to.." He looked out of the window to the snowy path of Hogsmeade village. "Sunny Hogsmeade." He grinned, he was unable to keep it to himself any longer, finally he was being himself.

she turned her head to face Bill "Oh it is..okay i sa'pose, I..ah, dislike..cold weather, all ze birds go into hidein' " she frowned at the weather then smiled finally sweetly as before "merci, Iz zis Firewhisky? I zink i pronouced it right? non?" she smiled and took her drink looking down to the glass, she looked up suddenly as she heard wolf whistles from the drunken people "urgh" she said throwing them a scrowl "je detest em' baffons! zrunken, Idoits!" she cussed, with a scrowl of dissaproval, she shook her head, her curls dancing about, she looked up too Bill and smiled "ze weather really iz not zat bad," she shrugged angelically and blushed at his question it was the first time someone had actually shon general intrest in her "vell, I vought it vould be a change? no? change o' scenery" she waved her small cold delicate hand in gesture of trying to explain.

Bill stopped looking out of the frost bitten window and looked to Fleur, her silver hair catching his brown eyes. He picked up his medium sized glass of fire whiskey and moved it to his lips, before tipping it into his mouth and gulping, loudly, which he seemed to have a habbit of doing. He soon rested the glass upon the table again, "That's the reason you don't like the cold weather? the birds go into hiding?" Asked Bill, a small childish grin coming to his pale cheeks, spreading from one to the other. This soon faded back to a normal, warm smile as Fleur spoke once again. "Yeah, fire whisky.. i can take it back if you want.." Said Bill, putting a leg out from under his chair, as if he were about to get up and get Fleur another drink, before hearing the wolfish shrieks from the drunken old men, sitting near by. Bills warm smile turned to some-what of an angry frown, "Ignore them, Fleur... -" Bill paused for a moment taking a small breath before finishing his sentence. "You could, and deserve a lot better than those drunken low-life's." He finished, forgetting about the fire whiskey. "No, i suppose it isn't.." He breathed, nodding in reply to Fleurs comment about a change of scenery.

Bill stopped looking out of the frost bitten window and looked to Fleur, her silver hair catching his brown eyes. He picked up his medium sized glass of fire whiskey and moved it to his lips, before tipping it into his mouth and gulping, loudly, which he seemed to have a habbit of doing. He soon rested the glass upon the table again, "That's the reason you don't like the cold weather? the birds go into hiding?" Asked Bill, a small childish grin coming to his pale cheeks, spreading from one to the other. This soon faded back to a normal, warm smile as Fleur spoke once again. "Yeah, fire whisky.. i can take it back if you want.." Said Bill, putting a leg out from under his chair, as if he were about to get up and get Fleur another drink, before hearing the wolfish shrieks from the drunken old men, sitting near by. Bills warm smile turned to some-what of an angry frown, "Ignore them, Fleur... -" Bill paused for a moment taking a small breath before finishing his sentence. "You could, and deserve a lot better than those drunken low-life's." He finished, forgetting about the fire whiskey. "No, i suppose it isn't.." He breathed, nodding in reply to Fleurs comment about a change of scenery.

she blushed a rosey pink and giggled softly at Bill's words and his expression she beaned sweetly enthrawled by him almost "Qui, n Non, " she smiled again "ze birds are magnificante, and sing prettyily" she frowend softly "I vink zat iz se right word, "she looked to her glass and traced her figertip around the rim softly and shook her head with a small smile "non, it iz Ce va," she raised her eyes with a warm sweet smile and sipped her drink she fell silent under Bills words she giggled softly and bite her bottom lip gently "'ow do you mean?" she questioned lightly purposefully her legs crossed under the table absently her foot brushed against his leg repetivly softly she giggled girlishly.

Bill shook his head, his bright red hair almost swaying from one side of his face to the other, it had been a while since he had time to have it cut. "Alright then, Fleur." Said Bill, sarcastically, giving a breathless laugh. Bill's eye's followed Fleur finger tip for a moment, as he thought of what to say, but he soon looked up to find Fleurs, silvery, long hair, and pale face looking to him. Bill hadn't a change to reply when Fleur had questioned him. Bill could feel his cheeks turning a crimson colour, it almost felt like his heart was in his throat as it thumped thunderously in his chest. "I- well.." Bill began, stuttering as he did so. He felt a sudden brush on his leg and jumped slightly, before sitting properly. He bit his bottom lip thinking of what reply to give to this, "Put it this way, I'm sure you can find a better looking guy than this lot." Bill grinned, looking Fleur in the eye and giving a quick wink.

Fleur covered her pink lips and giggled once again she lowered her hand and looked to him, thoughtful, she sipped her drink again then rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she looked to bill intrigued "I vink, you are right " she grinned "zer is one person.." she blushed, embrassed? she looked down to her drink taking another sip she decided to change topic "So 'ow long ave' 'ou been working at ze Gringotts, Bank?"

Bill raised a sharp, ginger eyebrow, as his hair rested upon his shoulders lazily. "He'd be a fool not to take you, Fleur." Said Bill, with a quick, breathless laugh once again. Bill placed the palm of his, large, pale hand around his glass of Fire whiskey. He sniffed slightly and picked it up, pressing it - again to his lips and tipping some into his mouth, before gulping it down, placing it on the table, he saw that the glass was three quarters full now, which he decided in his mind, was fine. "Well, if it brings in the galleons, Fleur." Said Bill, taking into consideration, that being a curse breaker was no longer what he really wanted to do for a living. "What about you?" He asked.

she smiled and bite her lip softly again blushing faintly "per'aps" she smiled sweetly before taking more sips her glass half full she nodded in reply "Oh, I 'Ave been working for a while zer, doing odd jobs" she blushed again "I 'Ave only seen 'ou a few times" she said with a small frown then she smiled she blew out a breath her fringe lifting up briefly "I 'ave to admit though, I did look forward to seeing you.." she blushed and giggled lightly.

Bill looked over to staring men and raised another eyebrow, almost as if he were saying 'In your face' which of course, isn't what Bill would say aloud, especially when Fleur was sitting at the other end of him. "Oh, i've seen you a few times..." Whispered Bill, as he lowered his glass of Fire whiskey, that he had just so recently taken a sip of. "Can't say i disagree, Fleur, i look forward to -" Bill paused as a man strutted up to the table, laying a drink down beside Fleur, causing Bill to bit his inside gum. " 'ere 'ye go, love." Winked the man, stumbling into a chair beside her. " c'mon eh? ditch the ginger, and come 'wer us." He said, looking over to a group of middle aged men, who were winking and whistling. "I don't think she wants to." Said Bill, looking most agitated. " 'oo asked 'ye like?" Said the man, breathing the smell of fire whiskey over Bill, with a raised eyebrow. "Well, by the looks of you, you look like you've just come from a broken house hold, mate, bet you can't even afford the kids you've got, and the wife your so badly treating though your drink problem." Bill said this, as though he was interrogating the man. "What would 'ye know, eh?" He asked. Bill rolled his eyes and looked to Fleur. "Want to get out of here?"...

Fleur smiled to Bill and listend in anticipation to his possible words that she wanted to hear only to stopas a foul particually drunken man came over she scrowled at the drinkand looked to the man, she said noting listning to his insults to Bill and leers toward hershe stood grabbing her thing picking up the drink the man gave her and she through the content of the glass at the man covering him in drink she set the glass down she moved beside Bill looking to the other man "you are vile disguzting man, with a brain 'o a Buffon!" she scolded and took Bills arm linking hers through his "let us go, i do not vish to be round such foul things"

Bill put a hand over his mouth and began to laugh as Fleur thew her drink over the man. "Ohh, you pissed her off." He said lowering his hand to his side and looking to Fleur who was now linked arms with him.

The man gave a snort and looked to Fleur. "Slu-"

Bill took his arm away from Fleur, a disgusted look on his face to the rude comment the drunken, middle age man was about to make, but Bill threw his arm back and quickly stood in front of the mans face, before swinging his fist into his nose.

"OI!" Called a surprised voice, from over near the bar. "Wait til i tell Molly, you!" It was indeed madam Rosemerta shouting at Bill.

Bill rolled his eyes as the man and his friend walked away. "C'mon Fleur, their not worth it..." He said smiling slightly at Fleur.

Fleur stopped hearing the man's near commone she frowned hurt almost, then she gasped seeing Bill's hand connect with the mans, she watched in awe almost and looked to bill with a smile and greatfullness, she stopped and dug the heel of her foot into the mans foot he yelped in pain, then she took Bill's arm again and left the pub, once outside a rack of hystrical laughter broke from her lips she giggled for a while.