Victoire

A/N: Just a clever little something my friend thought of after reading Deathly Hallows and I decided to put it into words. Enjoy!

Inside Shell Cottage, Fleur Weasley was preparing dinner for her husband Bill. She was in the process of turning his steak when a loud crack from outside told her that he had arrived home from work. Sure enough, seconds later, Bill entered the house.

"Hello, Love." He greeted Fleur, as she hurried forward to hug and kiss him. "Mmm, something smells good. What's for dinner?"

"Steak. Cooked very rare- I know 'ow eet eez you're favourite." she replied, her arms still around his neck- staring up into his eyes.

"Mmm," repeated Bill, running his hand up and down her back lovingly, "Any special occasion?" he asked.

"Well, actually, zere is." Said Fleur with a small, mischievous smile. Bill looked at her questioningly. "Bill, I'm pregnant." She explained.

Bill's scarred, once handsome face lit up with joy as he scooped her up in his arms and kissed her again. When he finally set her down again, he said, "That's wonderful news!" But then he looked suddenly harried, and sat down at the kitchen table "Wow, this is huge. I mean a baby. Wow." He said, running a hand through his long hair. "But how? When?" he asked.

Fleur took a seat beside him, "Well, I deedn't theenk I would 'ave to remind you 'ow… but I beelieve, it 'appened after ze war was over, during, er, la célébration de la victoire." She said still with that same, small, mischievous smile. "Ze Healer from St. Mungo's said I was about four months along."

"This is… incredible." Bill looked up at Fleur suddenly, "Do you know what it is yet?"

Fleur nodded, "Ze Healer said eet eez to be a girl." Bill seemed to be too happy for words. He simply stood up, and pulled Fleur into a hug again.

"So, do you 'ave any ideas on what to name 'er?" Fleur asked teasingly, knowing Bill was too shocked to contemplate baby names.

But Bill surprised her, "Well, I always thought maybe Molly, you know after my Mum…" Fleur wrinkled her nose in apparent distaste, something that did not go unnoticed by Bill. "Alright, it doesn't have to be Molly, but…"

Bill paused to think, then his eyes lit up. "I know!" he said excitedly, a roguish expression on his face, "Since she was, er, created, during the victory party, or as you put it- la célébration de la victoire; what about Victoire?"

Fleur gave a small laugh, and then pronounced his suggestion, "Parfait- Perfect."