Title: Worth It
Prompt: The Kiss by Karmina
Rating: PG
Word Count: 474
Warnings: None.
Summary: Sometimes Bill seems to be the only thing worth staying for…
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe, all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No money is made from this work.

The Burrow's garden was not to Fleur's liking. There were huge puddles of mud and not only gnomes but chickens. They poked her. She had to feed them and they poked her for that.

On the other side of that puddle Bill's mother and sister whispered to each other, flashing disgusted glances full of glee to her because Fleur did not love ruining her shoes and robes out here. Molly and Ginny loathed her – most women had a problem with her extraordinary beauty, but Fleur had hoped to find some female friends in the family of her fiancé. She only found more dislike.

She had nothing in Great Britain. Her family and friends were in France, enjoying the life of the big city while she wasted her time in the middle of nowhere. She felt lonely, wanted to go back home, especially with all this hatred surrounding her. If at least Bill's family would approve…

"Ouch!" Fleur dropped the bucket of chicken feed and glared down. One exceptionally fat chicken had thrust its beak into Fleur's exposed ankle. She regretted trying to save the seam of her robes now as red blood dripped over her pale skin.

"Merde…" Low giggling reached her ears and increased the urge to kick that stupid chicken away. Fleur looked over to Molly and Ginny, a not-so-nice comment on her lips when suddenly the two women froze and relapsed into silence.

Did they actually feel guilty?

"Oh, darling…" Not guilt, but Bill had caused their sudden change. It was his voice whispering into Fleur's ear now. "You should let someone – more precisely me – look at that injury."

Fleur smiled and just had to laugh when Bill lifted her off the ground. She noticed the irritated glances of Molly and Ginny, but didn't care for them. Bill carried her back to the Burrow, his strong arms giving her the safety and comfort she needed right now.

"I watched from the window when you were ruthlessly mauled by that chicken," Bill said after entering the kitchen. He sat Fleur onto the table and healed the wound with a quick flick of his wand. "Nobody else would look that graceful with a bucket in the mud."

"Zat's a wonderful compleement," Fleur said, trying not to sound sarcastic. She didn't want to destroy Bill's smile. It felt so good on her lips when he kissed her, erasing all worries and leaving nothing but bliss behind.

Her mother had told her not to break all her ties for a man, but Bill was worth it. His kiss made up for mud, chickens, hatred, and everything that was about to come.

"I love you," Fleur whispered with her lips still on Bill's.

He smiled again. "That's a nice compliment as well."

Fleur wrapped her arms around Bill's torso and muffled her laughter in his shirt.