I would like to give a huge thank you to Sqwiz (Ash) for helping me get through this and inspiring me to get back into writing this series!

Disclaimer: I do not and shall not ever own any of characters that J.K Rowling brilliantly thought up. I just have a couple in here.

Chapter 1: Je Ne Vous Oublie Pas

Alors j'ai quelque mots tendresse
Juste pour le dire
Je ne vous oublie pas non jamais
Vous êtes au creux de moi
Dans ma vie dans tout ce que je fait
Mes premier amour mes premier rêve
Sont venu avec vous
C'est notre histoire a nous
~ Je Ne Vous Oublie Pas; Céline Dion

As the sunlight began to rise in the far east, stretching its rays over the hills and trees of England, a pair of amber eyes slowly began to open from another sleepless slumber. Her eyes adjusted to the bright early light before closing them once more and letting out a sigh. It's been like this for the last two years, sleeping getting harder and harder to gasp without having a pair of secure arms to hold around her. Holding her loving throughout the night from the darkness that plagues her dreams but most of all, waking up knowing that someone would be there to love and adore her. A distant noise caused her to slowly open her eyes once more before sitting up from her cot and look over at the other member of the tent that she shared with and a small smile made an appearance on her tired face. Her hand ran through her neatly kept dirty blond hair as she got up and stood in front of the mirror neat the flap. Seventeen years old, going on eighteen, and she looked like she was already in her late twenties, a sigh of frustration escaped through her chapped lips and she grabbed her wand from the table next to her. Transforming out of her night attire into a pair of jeans and into her house sweater and she left the tent without a second look at the stirring sleeper.

"'bout time you got up?" A familiar voice rang out to her in a chuckle and she shook her head at the blond haired man, her best friend and fellow companion. One might not have thought that a Slytherin and a Gryffindor would ever become such good friends in a short amount of time. But they did it. Draco waved her over as he finished preparing the groups early morning breakfast and spelled his tired companion a cup of coffee. "Didn't sleep again, did you?" His voice broke the silence between as he turned around with a plate of eggs and toast before sitting down with his own. Her amber eyes met his grayish blue ones before she shook her head gently before digging to her meal. The two eat in silence like it always been but he knew what she was going through: withdrawals. A withdrawal from being too far away from her love and not being able to…satisfy the physical craving and it was taking a toll on her. Just as the man was about to ask her THE question, a blond haired teenager plopped down next to the tired teenager and said her "good mornings" to the two before grabbing her breakfast and digging in like the two of them.

"Didn't sleep again?" The blond asked gently as she looked over at her friend and rested her hand on their shoulder. Once again, the dirty blond nodded before finishing up her breakfast and standing up with her empty plate, not wanting to talk to anyone right now. It was starting to become a ritual for her now, something that any of them want to see really. As the blue eyed fifteen year watched the older girl wash her plate, she had to drag her eyes away from the sad scene playing in front of her and make them stare into her boyfriend's in front of her before grabbed in his and grip it tightly. It's been hard on all of them, being away from family and loved ones but none them had to experience the worry of dying.

"Momma!" A child's voice cut through the depressing mood around them and a small brunette ran towards the dirty blond woman in her night attire. A chuckle came from all of them as she was lifted into her mother's arms and giving her a good morning hug. "Morning." She announced to the three as a smile appeared on her face and everyone returned the greeting towards the two year old.

"'ow did you sleep, Aimee?" Gabrielle asked her niece before walking over to them and taking her from her mother's arms. People have mistaken the two for sisters, for they share the same colored eyes, same face shape and body complexion. But other than that, everything else belonged to the mother. The curly brunette hair, same nose, same lips and skin tone. Everyone could tell that there was something that Aimee did share between her two mothers was their personality, no doubt.

A giggle escaped Aimee's lips before kissing her auntie on the cheek and look at her mom. "I's slept good. I dream again." The child told the two as her mother's eyebrow rose on her forehead before grabbing her out of Gabby's arms and headed towards the pond that they were near. No one stopped the two of them, for Aimee was Hermione's only light these days and they didn't want to interrupt anytime the two had together unless it was important. Gabby looked back at Draco, who walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her before placing a kiss on the top on her head. She always told him everything. He was like her personal diary, where she could just spill out everyone and he would keep everything, even offer advice when needed. But other than that, Hermione was a very closed off person and for someone, no one knew why.

Meanwhile, Hermione listened to Aimee talking to herself as she played with her necklace around her neck, which held the Delacour family ring. She still didn't tell her daughter about her other mother yet. It was a sore subject to bring up, everyone knew that. A sigh escaped her mouth as she looked back at her laughing daughter before placing a small smile on her own face before stepping over a large tree that had fallen over in the past storm. 'Almost there…' her mind told her as the light in front of them came closer and closer with every step. Aimee wrapped her arms around her mother's neck before snuggling into the side of hair and humming god knows what. It was the only noise that she heard as they reached the edge of the forest before placing Aimee on the ground.

A happy noise came from the small child before she took off towards the water edge, which Hermione was right on her heels for. Aimee did know how swim….but she still wasn't strong enough to swim on her own. Aimee looked over her shoulder and saw her mother chasing after her and squealed loudly before changing her course. Hermione laughed as she chased her daughter around the pond before she grabbed her by the waist before lifting her up in the hair and spinning her around. The two collapsed onto the sand, laughing from the chase still as Aimee sat on her mom's stomach before leaning back against her knees too.

"So my petit ange*, are you going to tell me what you dreamt about?" Hermione asked as she stroked the wavy brunette hair in front of her as she caught her breath. It was probably something childish like always. But Aimee was never this happy when she announced that she had a dream.

"Angel, mamma. She came to me." Aimee happily squealed as she jumped on Hermione's stomach and a chuckle escaped the dirty blonde's mouth before resting her hands on the toddler's waist. 'Well this is something new…I wonder why though?'She questioned the little one's dream and placed a smile on her face as Aimee calmed down again.

"What angel, love? Tell me about her." Hermione asked as she sat up but Aimee remained on her lap. This was going to be interesting.

"She has blue eyes. Like me." Aimee began with a smile and pointed to her own eyes, making Hermione smile once more before listening to her daughter talk. "Blond hair like tata* and…and." Hermione's eyes slowly widen as her daughter began to describe someone that her daughter has never had met before…let alone know about. Her eyes never left the blue one's in front of her as her vision began to blur with tears. But her daughter never stopped, she talked about her appearance and how she always sang her a lullaby every time they met in her dreams. 'What! This wasn't the first time!'Her mind said in slight rage as the tears finally fell and so did Aimee's story. "Mamma, you's ok?" She asked sadly before rested her hands against her wet cheeks and slowly began to wipe them again. Hermione chuckled as she helped Aimee before kissing both little hands before holding them in her own hands.

"Aimee, you know that angel you were just telling me about?" Hermione hoarsely said to Aimee before receiving a happy nod from her. Taking a deep breath, she tried to gather what wits she had left in her before letting out that deep breath as she continued. "That angel you're dreaming about…is your other mother, Aimee." There she said it.

Aimee cocked her head off to the side in a confused manner before getting up from her mother's lap and taking off. 'Well…that went well.' Hermione thought to herself before standing up and dusting herself off before running after her daughter, who was running up to a little boy on the other side of the pond. 'Oh no…' her mind began to have a panic attack and Hermione pushed herself even harder to catch up as they came closer. But once she reached Aimee, the little girl squealed and it caught the boy's attention and now he was headed for them. Hermione grabbed her before grabbing her wand out and spelled sweater into her cloak before pulling on the hood as he got closer. Aimee squirmed in her arms to the point; she was put back down and clapped her hands as the boy stopped several feet from them.

"Hi!" Aimee said as she walked towards him and smiled at the shy curious boy. He blushed before hiding his face in his hands and looking around for someone. Hermione looked around too and slowly walked over to the boy, who took a step back in defense,

"Its ok…I won't hurt you. What's your name?" The Gryffindor asked the young boy as she sat on the ground, pulling Aimee onto her lap and taking off her hood slowly. His eyes widen as he took in her features before opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. An eyebrow rose on both Aimee's and Hermione's face before the younger of the two giggled.
The boy blushed again before looking at the ground, where he's foot began to dig into the dirt and he slowly looked back up at them bashfully. "Wyatt…Wyatt Julian… Delacour." He stuttered to them and both of their mouth's dropped in shock as he said his full name. 'Holy shite…Fleur had a child too!' Hermione shuttered slightly before reaching out and resting her hand against his cheek, which deepened in color once they touched. A wave of refreshment washed through her, rejuvenating to her full self and felt out of breath, when she pulled away and heard Wyatt doing the same.

"Wyatt…who's your mother?" Hermione asked cautiously as she stood up and picked up Aimee, who looked a little tired like Wyatt was starting to look too. Then out of nowhere, Gabrielle appeared and quickly jogged over to her before catching her breath. Just as she was about to speak, a yawn caught her attention and a gasp came from her lips.

"'Ermione…do you know who zat…" "That's my son, Gabby." Hermione said quietly as Wyatt walked over to her and reached up with his hands as if he already knew that. Looking at a napping child, she handed Aimee over to Gabby before reaching down and grabbing Wyatt. "Do you mind putting her down for a nap, while…I bring him back to Fleur?" And as soon as she finished, she caught Gabby opening her mouth and Hermione shot her a look. "I'll be fine…just go." Without another thought, Gabby headed back towards the camp site and with one deep breath, Hermione closed her eyes and apparated to the one place Fleur could be: the Weasleys.

Once Hermione reached the backyard of the Weasley's home, she let out a shaking breath as she heard people calling out the child's name. "Here goes nothing…" She whispered to no one in particular before stepping out of the clearing from behind the garden. Every step she took, her heart pounded as one voice in particular came closer and closer to her. A gulp rushed down her dry throat before pulled out her wand and pointed at her cloak, transforming back into her house sweater.

"So I hear someone is looking for a child…" Hermione called out to everyone as she jogged around the bend and saw everyone was near the back door, searching around it. But once her appearance was known, Fred and George smiled at her before running towards her.

"Hermione it's…"
"Good to see you..."
"Again. Where have you..."
"Been!" The twins said back and forth as they wrapped their arms around her shoulder, leading her towards the family, who stood their stunned. Hermione chuckled at the two before placing a kiss on top of the baby's head as her eyes reached a particular pair that she hasn't seen in over two years. A small smile slowly formed on her face as she moved out from between the twins and walked over to a tearing up mother.

"Hello Fleur…" Hermione whispered to her as she stopped inches from her lover and gulped slightly before ever so slightly blushing. For once, she was lost for words as her eyes took in the sight of Fleur. "The past two years have been…very generous to you as I can see…" She rambled as her blush grew but was cut off by a very familiar slim figure. Her amber eyes crossed before looking next to her, noticing that all the Weasleys had gone back inside, before placing a kiss onto it.

Fleur sucked in a breath as her strength rushed back into her for the first time in years and she closed her eyes, saving every moment of it. As soon as she opened her eyes, a blush formed on her face also as Hermione was now centimeters from her face. God, how she wanted to kiss those…and then it came. Her lips were covered by Hermione's for a gentle kiss, which soon turned into a heated one as she bit down on her lover's lower lip.

As they broke apart needing air, Fleur quickly took the baby and ran inside, putting it in her room on the third floor. She managed to bump into Molly, who she asked politely to watch over him as she wanted to catch up with Hermione. Molly smiled at her and said she would as Fleur took off down the steps. But just as she reached the door, a masculine figure caught her eye sitting in the chair, staring at her. His eyes staring at her as if he was undressing her, made her run outside to Hermione faster.

Hermione watched Fleur as she paused at the door and look frightened all of a sudden. She made a mental note to ask her later on as Fleur hurried towards her and she placed a smirk on her face. "So…do you want to take a walk with me?" She asked bashfully as Fleur grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together. A nod came from the French woman before the two took off towards the far side of the vast backyard of the Weasley's. The silence between the two slowly became awkward until Hermione let out a sigh and stopped the two a good enough distance from the house where no one could see or hear them for that matter, incase.

"May I ask you something?" Fleur asked as Hermione began to walk slowly away from her, kicking the ground with her hands in her jean pockets. The younger woman nodded over her shoulder before continuing with kicking a particular rock that she followed around. "'Ermione stop." And with that, the dirty blond woman stopped and turned around to face Fleur, who had her arms crossed over her chest in a serious manner.

"What is it, Fleur?" Hermione asked in a cool manner but she stared at her seriously as her hands gripped the insides of her pockets. They had only just met for the first time in two years and they were already starting to get on each other's backs. But this is what's going to happen, they were going to fight and argue at each other but in the end, things would be resolved…they always did.

Fleur closed her eyes before she took a deep breath and let it out as she opened her eyes. She needed to relax before she jumped the gun on her lover. "'Ow come you never wrote zo me?" She asked sadly as she walked closer to Hermione, who broke their eye contact and looked off to the side. With every step she took, her eyes remained on the other woman's face, waiting for her to look back at her. So once she reached her, she saw Hermione resisting to look at her and she rested her hand against her lover's scared cheek. "Why, 'ermione? Why?"

Hermione leaned into the gentle touch before resting her own hand on top of it and turning her eyes back towards the cerulean colored eyes in front of her before letting out another breath. "Because Fleur…I didn't want you to get involved. I was looking out for your safety." She managed to say before Fleur pulled her hand away before smacking her across the face.

"Connerie*, 'Ermione. I've been involved since ze beginning! This was exactly what 'appended between us two years ago." Fleur snapped at her as Hermione slowly turned her head back towards her pissed off lover and grinded her teeth together for a second before she finally snapped.

"No Fleur, it isn't bullshit. It's the bloody truth! You're not the one that is risking their life looking for a way to defeat You-Know-Who! You're not the one that has to worry about Death Eaters hunting you down and killing you!" Hermione fumed at Fleur, causing to take steps back as she got closer and closer to her. But she finally stopped as she saw those amber eyes begin to cloud over with anger tears. "You are especially not the one that has to worry about dying either." That last one was a blow to the Veela's heart before Hermione backed away from and shook her head at her. "I knew it was a mistake to come here, I should have known that something like this would happen." Regret dripped from her voice as Fleur's eyes watered too but then something else slipped from her own mouth. "But one thing I don't regret…is being able to see you, even if the moment…" Now this time she was cut off with a pair of lips crashing into hers, silencing her of thought as the two battled for dominance with their tongues. Fleur wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck as Hermione tucked her forward, causing their bodies to crash together for the first time in a couple of years.

A deep moan made an appearance from the Veela's mouth as Hermione's lips moved from her now bruised lips trailing across her cheekbone towards her neck, sucking on her pulse point and marking her once more as her own. When she felt satisfied, Hermione rested her forehead against Fleur's as the two listened to each other's pants and staring into each other's eyes lovingly.

Hermione's hands slowly trailed down Fleur's well sculpted hips, across her butt and down to behind her thighs. Fleur sucked in as she felt her hands trail over her body, bringing back memories of two back when they were really together, always there for when the other needed the other. But the next thing Fleur knew, she was lifted off the ground and her legs immediately wrapped around Hermione's waist before she looked down at her.

"I love you…" Hermione whispered gently as her arms wrapped themselves around the body against her in the air and smiled a smile that she had failed to show anyone for some time. Fleur bent her head down, spilling her hair over to one side of her head and stop when her lips were about to touch Hermione's. A small smile appeared on her face in return before whispering back her own proclaim.

"Je t'aime, 'Ermione. Toujours et toujours*." Hermione closed the distance between the two before lowing Fleur to the ground with kisses and love.

Terms:
petit ange – little angel
tata – aunt (auntie)
Connerie – bullshit
Je t'aime – I love you
Toujours et toujours - forever and ever

Author's Notes;

Heyy everyone! Sorry about the late upload of the sequel but I was having a hard time starting it along with being busy getting ready to go back to school. So you guys know the drill, click on the button below and review. Remember, your reviews keep the story alive! Until next time!

Sara