Pairing: Bill Weasley/Gabrielle Delacour, Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Word Count: 468
Prompt: What's old is new again!
Beta: Not Betaed
Warnings: Super slightly dub-con at first. Unintended infidelity.
Summary: Bill tries to surprise his wife at the Masquerade Ball.
A/N: Originally written for hp_humpdrabbles. I got all the French translations from
AND 95. Found on 100_women
AND 83. Purple on 100_colours
He finally found her. Bill had been looking for his wife since the beginning of the masquerade ball over an hour ago. Fleur had decided to wait for her sister and then meet Bill there. However, the minute Bill arrived the fancy location, he realised he wouldn't be able to recognise his wife in between all the fancy masks.
Luckily, the image of a purple dress gown against the door of their bedroom came to his mind. And that's when he found her. She was standing by herself a few meters from the large table full of food. She had a gold goblet of wine in her hand and her back was facing him. Bill took a deep breath, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife. Her bum looked perkier than ever and her waist thinner than he remembered, but Bill payed no mind. Fleur was a fashionista on the inside and knew the perfect clothes that would suit her already gorgeous body and enhance her magnificent assets.
Bill licked his lips in anticipation as he walked up to her, watching her silver blonde hair dance in waves down her back. His hands went immediately to her waist and he pressed himself against her back.
"Hello, beautiful," he whispered huskily.
Her whole body tensed and the goblet dropped from her hands; the clash, muffled by the loud music around them.
"Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed in a high pitched voice, turning her head towards him.
Before she could say anything else, Bill caught her lips in a passionate kiss. Her resistance amused Bill as he blindly guided her through the huge elegant curtains surrounding the room to a more isolated corner. Sometimes Fleur was too conservative for her own good, and Bill found enjoyment in prompting her to overcome that composure so characteristic of her.
When they stopped and his hands slid to her front, she finally surrendered to the kiss, opening her mouth when his tongue asked for entrance. His hands caressed the smooth material of her purple dress before sliding one of them through her cleavage. Her nipple hardened under his fingers in no time and she showed her pleasure moaning against his lips and rubbing her wonderful arse against his erection.
Bill almost forgot they were in public as his free hand pressed against her crotch over the delicate dress. She was already pressing herself against the palm of his hand when he heard Fleur's voice.
"Bill! Iz that you, mon chéri?"
His blood ran cold through his veins. With his back still against the party, he quickly let go of the woman in his arms. He took a few steps back and looked in shock at the blonde panting in front of him.
"Ah, you found Gabrielle! Fantastique!"
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