I've had quite a few private messages asking me why I deleted all my stories. The short answer is that my security and privacy and trust were compromised pretty significantly, and I'm trying to figure out what to do. I have had a lot of fun writing again, but my real life has to take priority. I really appreciate everyone's support and comments over these past few months. Below is a little bit more of the Bill/Fleur story I was working on before this all happened. There is one more scene after this that is definitely "M" rated; anyone who would like to read it, please send me a PM.
Take care, and keep reading, everyone!
Bill was discharged two days later and back at work after a week. By all outward appearances, nothing had changed between him and Fleur. She still divided her work time between the Goblins and the curse-breakers, they still had lunch together as often as possible, and, she continued to pass on any news she heard that might be of use to the Order.
What no one else knew was that, after helping Bill back to his flat from the hospital and getting him settled, Fleur had stayed. She had not moved her belongings there and indeed, she was sleeping on his sofa, but the thought of her leaving felt unnatural to both of them.
She had gone back to her own flat only when he Floo'ed his parents to tell them about the curse, returning several hours later to find his counters full of home cooked meals and several new sweaters piled on a chair. Bill was quiet; Fleur sat with him on his sofa and waited for him to talk.
"They wanted me to come home," he said. "I told them I was fine here, that I had help."
"Do they . . .?"
Bill nodded. "They have known about you for a while," he admitted. His voice got a little more animated. "Almost since you began working with me."
Fleur twisted to look at him. "What? Since . . . since then?"
Bill smiled. "Not that we are . . . I told them you came here to work on your English, and that I am helping with that."
"And did 'zey believe you?"
Bill smiled again. "Probably not completely." His face grew serious. "Things are not going so well for the Order right now. We haven't been able to convince many people to join our cause, Dumbledore has disappeared rather than be arrested; the Ministry still refuses to believe Voldemort is back. Who I may or may not be kissing is lower on their list of priorities."
Fleur nodded. She felt strangely disappointed. "So, your parents, 'zey think I am . . . just another of your . . ." - she couldn't find the word in English - "le dalliance?"
Bill looked carefully at her. "For now." He scooted closer to her on the sofa and pulled her into his lap. "But not for long. You are right. They need to know."
"And what, exactly, will you tell them?" Fleur couldn't quite keep the waver out of her voice.
Bill's arms tightened around her. "I know I haven't said it yet. I should have." His voice was quiet against her hair. "If you don't know already, I'm completely in love with you, Fleur Delacour."
Fleur shivered at his words. "I . . . I thought . . . maybe," she began. "I, of course, am in love with you too."
Bill chuckled. "Of course?"
"Yes, of course. I would never have wanted to be with you, all the time, in all ways, otherwise. It is quite . . . un-Veela of me, to love you so much. But I do," she finished simply.
"Well then, I guess I'm glad you are only one-quarter Veela," he said.
That reminded Fleur of something. "But it is enough, isn't it?" she asked him. "When I first met you, I thought my magic didn't affect you at all. But then you told me it did." Her voice grew coy. "It must take a lot of effort not to show me, ne'cest pas?"
Bill groaned. "You have no idea the effort it takes."
Fleur pushed herself out of Bill's lap and stood up, taking his hand. "Why don't you show me, then? We can see what is stronger, Veela magic or your control." She let her magic flair and cocked her head towards his bedroom with a smile, trying not to let any nervousness show.
Bill swallowed hard. "That would be . . ." he began. He stopped and looked carefully at her. "But only if you are sure," he said. "And only . . . it's up to you . How far. . . whatever you want to do." He lifted her chin. "I mean it. I can wait for . . . for everything. And, if you never want to . . . some things, that is okay too."
Fleur nodded. "I know." She took his hand again. "But, I think . . . not here." She looked up at him. "Will you trust me to take you Side-Along?"
In response, Bill wrapped his arms tightly around her. "I will trust you to take me anywhere."