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Aug. 6th, 2005 12:27 amFleur's still off either at the bachelor or bachelorette party when he gets in, but Bill doesn't mind. He sees no reason for jealousy, no reason for propriety: he loves her, she loves him, and that's the balance they've struck. He loves that she's adventurous and flirtatious and accommodating, and he loves that she's inspirational and beautiful and dead sexy.
He also loves that she's his, in a way. He doesn't believe in ownership over other people and never has, but he does believe in monogamy. He believes in that, and in drive, and in passion, and in happiness, and in the mutuality of marriage.
He believes his mum is likely to kill him when he tells her he and Fleur are already married, and then that she'll do it again when he reminds her that she and dad ran off to marry and that clearly, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery after all.
He believes his closest brother, Charlie, thinks he's made a mistake with this marriage. That hurts, but it won't make Bill love Charlie any less.
Because he also believes that he's one of the luckiest men alive. Other people may look at Fleur and see her blonde hair or her pretty face or the shape of her curves and think opportunity or desire, but he looks at her and he sees beyond that. He sees the woman who was skilled enough to represent her school, above all others, at the Triwizard Tournament, and the one who was overwrought with fear when her younger sister's life was ostensibly in jeopardy, and the one who, should she decide to turn on the Veela charm, could instantly attract any man she wants.
But she's never had to use Veela magic on him... and he knows what that charm feels like. He's lucky because what they feel for one another is pure and it's heartfelt and it's real, and the only thing magical about it is the same thing that's magical about all love affairs: it's inexplicable and it's delightful and it feels absolutely perfect.
Bill thinks all these things over as he readies himself for bed, having spent his time at Bernard's stag party. Tomorrow there will be a wedding for his good friend Tonks, and the following week he and Fleur will introduce themselves as husband and wife to their respective parents, and then...
Then life will continue. Either in here or out there or both, it will continue, and he'll hold her in his arms and hold her in his heart, and feel like the luckiest man alive.
He also loves that she's his, in a way. He doesn't believe in ownership over other people and never has, but he does believe in monogamy. He believes in that, and in drive, and in passion, and in happiness, and in the mutuality of marriage.
He believes his mum is likely to kill him when he tells her he and Fleur are already married, and then that she'll do it again when he reminds her that she and dad ran off to marry and that clearly, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery after all.
He believes his closest brother, Charlie, thinks he's made a mistake with this marriage. That hurts, but it won't make Bill love Charlie any less.
Because he also believes that he's one of the luckiest men alive. Other people may look at Fleur and see her blonde hair or her pretty face or the shape of her curves and think opportunity or desire, but he looks at her and he sees beyond that. He sees the woman who was skilled enough to represent her school, above all others, at the Triwizard Tournament, and the one who was overwrought with fear when her younger sister's life was ostensibly in jeopardy, and the one who, should she decide to turn on the Veela charm, could instantly attract any man she wants.
But she's never had to use Veela magic on him... and he knows what that charm feels like. He's lucky because what they feel for one another is pure and it's heartfelt and it's real, and the only thing magical about it is the same thing that's magical about all love affairs: it's inexplicable and it's delightful and it feels absolutely perfect.
Bill thinks all these things over as he readies himself for bed, having spent his time at Bernard's stag party. Tomorrow there will be a wedding for his good friend Tonks, and the following week he and Fleur will introduce themselves as husband and wife to their respective parents, and then...
Then life will continue. Either in here or out there or both, it will continue, and he'll hold her in his arms and hold her in his heart, and feel like the luckiest man alive.
