The ribbon Harry had given Fleur for her birthday went well. So well that even today, 3 days later, Harry had trouble not smiling at the feel of her lips against his. Ron had even asked him if he'd gotten sunburn on the back of his neck, the blush from her excitement so permanently laid across Harry it seemed to be an affliction.
It was all going swimmingly for Harry. Each Saturday, he'd stay the night inside Fleur's room awakening her to another beautiful ribbon to choose from when adorning her hair. Every time, she'd kiss his cheek, smile a smile so tender Harry's heart would melt all over again and safely add the ribbon to her wardrobe.
Years later, the drawer Fleur placed her ribbons was brimming. Stacked 12 high and 40 across, it's in desperate need of an expansion charm. At every birthday, Gabrielle makes a snide remark "Oh anozzer ribbon, how nice," but Fleur smiles a tender little smile, kisses Harry's cheek and places it in the drawer.
10 years in to their tradition, state of the art expansion charms are necessary and not even Harry believes Fleur wants more ribbons. And yet their tradition continues and the love in Fleur's smile never waivers.
Upon Harry's 30th birthday, returning from a hard day's work, he comes home to find his house pitch dark with a spotlight shining upon the center of their living room. A twine of some sort falls from the ceiling.
Confused, Harry walks forward to inspect it. He finds ribbons tied together to make a huge singular ribbon.
"Move out of ze way 'Arry." Fleur softly calls out.
Harry searching for her voice but never finding her figure, obeys her request. Returning his focus to the now long ribbon in the center of the spotlight, He gasps when Fleur's beautiful form comes tumbling from the ceiling.
Horrified, he nearly casts Arresto Momentum when she catches herself with the ribbon, face inches from the ground. Another ribbon enters the spotlight and Fleur grabs it. Spinning, Fleur begins a performance unlike anything Harry's ever seen.
He knew his wife was beautiful, but the combination of her performing this awe inspiring, sensual, dangerous, gesture with the ribbons he gave her erupts joy and love, framing Harry's face in permanence with an absolute bursting of emotion.
When Fleur finishes the routine she's planned since the first ribbon, 10 years in the making, the worship and love radiating from Harry's form is everything to her.