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I like that when you see me, you don't see just my beauty...

I like that your eyes hold my eyes and I blush around you.

I actually blush around you! A thing I have never done, I, Fleur, have always been the one that has caused the blushing and have watched boys around me blusha nd tumble around me.

I always wanted someone who wouldn't do that, but as I grew older, I realized that may never happened...

Maybe My Mama got lucky, or maybe Papa is a special type of man...

But the day I saw Bill Weasley, I knew he was special, this man, he wasn't even a boy, I was lusting after a man, who had not been a boy for what looked like, at least five-years.

What would he want with a seventeen-year-old-student?

But then I stayed in England and got a job at a Bank.

He was there, and I realized that my face felt hot.

I remember running to the bathroom and realizing, with great shock, that, I, Fleur, was blushing over a man!

He smiled at me and evetually we began talking, we had the same lunch-Time...

Then we were eating together, and he offered to help me with my english!

Then that one night, it was raining, so we had to have the study-session at his apartment... Just the thought, made me heat-up...

As the rain continuued heavily and Bill tried to help me with those tricky English words...

We drank Hot-Chocolate, and shared some child-hood memories, and I told him about my family and my dear-little-Sister, who I had missed sooo very much...

I remember him smiling slightly as my eyes turned wistful as I wished I could see my Sister sooon again.

That's when I dropped my pen and we both fell to the floor to retrieve it and smiling and laughing, we both reached over and grabbed it...

I muttered sorry with my very-poor English, and he smiled, while I sat undernieth that table with him, embaressed, hims still holding my pen.

And I remember the way he smiled at my blushing face and the way he stared into my eyes, nobody had ever done that, and he stared as if he could see into my very sole...

I hadn't noticed, so caught-up in his staring at me, that we had gotten closer, and then...

I wasn't even expecting it...

He had leaned over, and gently captured my lips with his... He had dropped the pen and his hands came-up to cradle my blushing face, and as he pulled away, my eyes kept to the floor, completely embaressed...

But he reached over and titled my chin up, gently and tucked my blone-silvery-hair behind my ear, and then he kissed me on the forehead...

And from there I knew...

He was the one...

In that one moment...

In That One Kiss...