A/N:In this AU, Fleur and Hermione are married. I ship Fleurmione so hard that my fingers bleed at the steering wheel.
Opinions are like assholes- everyone has one.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, all rights go to the respectful owners.
"Victoire! Dominique! Louis! Hurry up or you will miss the train!" Hermione was yelling up the staircase, waiting for her children to descend.
It was the first of September, and Hermione Granger, along with her wife Fleur Delacour, were all ready to see their children off for another year at Hogwarts. The two decided that it would be better for their children to attend Hogwarts rather than Beauxbatons, much to their middle child's annoyance. They could work in France when they graduated if they wanted.
Fleur was currently in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her grasp and her blonde hair tied back. Hermione huffed as she stormed back into the kitchen, then threw herself into a chair.
"Cheer up, mon amour. They'll be ready in time," Fleur didn't share her wife's anxiety and stress, but the brunette just snorted, throwing her head into her hands.
"They will be the death of me if they don't hurry up. We live in France, for Merlin's sake! We have to apparate them all over with all of their trunks and animals! That's such a large job that if we don't do it soon, we'll be too tired to head off to work!"
Fleur smiled, sitting down next to her lover and rubbing her shoulder lightly.
"Breathe, 'Ermione. It will all be fine," she smiled, and perked up when her delicate ears caught the sound of a trunk thumping down the stairs into their parlour.
"Ah, here's one! See?" Fleur kissed Hermione's hair as she stood up and headed into the parlour.
"Ah, Victoire! Bonjour," Fleur kissed her eldest daughter on the cheek, then stood back to look at her. Victoire looked like her mother; long silvery blonde hair, periwinkle blue eyes and perfect skin. She wore a skirt with a pink top and a white jacket on top with her hair out. Her trunk was packed and her white Persian cat, Basile, was in his basket. Her broomstick was over her shoulder, as she was a chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team.
"Morning, Maman," the oldest child greeted her mother as Hermione entered the room.
"And Morning, mum," she hugged her other mother, but Hermione returned it rather curtly.
"Victoire, it's 8:27! You were supposed to be down here ready to go at quarter past!" Hermione scolded, and Victoire let out a light sigh.
"Mum, we have plenty of time. Besides, the train doesn't leave until 11! I don't understand why we have to leave so early," she shook her head, but didn't catch Fleur's cautious gaze as Hermione's mouth dropped open.
"Why?! Why?! Because your mother and me have to apparate all three of you to England and make sure you don't lose anything or body parts along the way!"
Fleur winced, unable to save Victoire from her mother's wrath. As Hermione continued to lecture her eldest daughter, the youngest, and only boy, descended the staircase. Louis had his trunk hoisted onto his shoulder and his pet toad, Phineas, on his head.
"Hey mum and Maman," he grinned, placing his trunk on the ground. He then moved his hair out of his eyes and adjusted his red jersey. Fleur repeated the process of kissing her only son good morning, and looked him up and down to make sure he was prepared for the journey ahead. Louis was a rather unusual looking child; his hair was two-toned naturally (blonde and brown,) and he had heterochromia (left eye brown and right eye blue.) Her was known as the peace keeper for his older sisters, and was extremely fashionable (but you would be too if you lived in a house with four other women.)
"I see you're all ready for the day ahead, that's very good, Louis. Well done," Hermione grinned and hugged her son, sparing Victoire from the importance of punctuality. Victoire jumped slightly, then pulled out her phone from her skirt pocket.
"Ooh, it's Teddy! He says he can't wait to see me on the train!" She hopped off the balls of her feet with glee, and Fleur gave her a small smile. Victoire had been seeing Teddy, Harry's godson, for the past year since they started Alchemy together. Fleur remembered when she had dated a man named Phillipe, but it didn't last long, and shortly after meeting Hermione, she didn't think he existed anymore.
"That's two, where's the third?" Fleur asked her wife, and Hermione looked up. She as right, only two children stood before her. With a disgruntled face, Hermione called up the stairs again.
"Dominique! Hurry up! You're late enough already!"
There was no response, and Hermione looked upon the verge of combustion. Fleur placed a hand on her wife's shoulder and forced her to meet her gaze.
"'Ermione, I will go fetch Dominique. Please stay here with Victoire and Louis," she didn't give Hermione a chance to response, because she had given her a quick kiss, then walked up the stairs.
The house of Delacour-Granger was three floors. The ground floor had the parlour, kitchen, laundry, guest bathroom and living room. The first floor consisted of Louis's bedroom, another bathroom, A guest room and Fleur's study. The second floor had Victoire's bedroom, a room for the pets and the middle child, Dominique's room. The third floor was for the master bedroom and another study.
Fleur approached the door and knocked on it, hearing the muffled grunge music coming from inside.
"Dominique?" Fleur asked in a slightly louder-than-usual voice, and when she didn't get an answer, she opened the door with the click of her fingers.
Dominique, the middle child, was sitting on her bed reading a book. She didn't look up until Fleur turned off the music with another click of her fingers. Dominique looked up at her mother, and shrugged. Fleur looked at the trunk at the door; thank the sirens it was packed, and the eagle-owl, Vester, was in his cage sleeping.
"Dom, it's time to leave. Your mother is about to have a heart attack," Fleur smiled at her daughter. The child stood up and brushed her jeans down. Dominique had her mother's brown hair and eyes, but she had taken a liking to tattoos and piercings. She adjusted her blue flannel and pulled down her white t-shirt.
"Your mother will hex you if you don't wear a jacket," Fleur smiled, and Dominique picked up her black leather jacket from the bed with a tight smile.
"Magnifique," Fleur hugged her daughter, and she hugged back.
They left the room with Dominique carrying her trunk and owl. She picked up her MP3 player and cast a look at her room, biting her lip.
"Maman, can you lock it, please?"
Fleur raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever for? Your siblings aren't going to be home, it will just be me and your mother."
"I…I just like the privacy," Dominique mumbled, and Fleur sighed, casting a charm that made her daughter smile.
"Thanks, Maman."
They headed downstairs, and Hermione scolded her daughter for tardiness as Victoire snickered behind her. Fleur managed to save the children from their mother by reminding Hermione that it was already twenty to nine. Hermione paled, then ushered everyone together.
"We will continue this when we get to London," she informed her children, who all sighed.
Fleur and Hermione apparated their children to Number 12, Grimauld place. They herded them inside to see Harry and Ginny, along with Albus, James and Lily. The two women were slightly winded from the apparition, realizing that the older the children got, the harder it would be to apparate.
"Let's hope Victoire gets her licence soon," Hermione mumbled, leaning on Fleur as she caught her breath.
"Hmm, then she can rely on herself to pick her up from parties," Fleur grinned as Hermione pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Let's go see Harry and Ginny, then," she took Fleur's hand and headed inside.
Barely after they had all said hello to each other, Victoire squealed when Teddy entered the room, his blue hair was spiked up and his eyes twinkled. The two embraced, then Teddy took her by the hand upstairs.
"They just got here!" Hermione whined, but Harry waved a hand, grinning.
"Ah, kids will be kids. We know all about that, don't we Ginny?" he smiled at his wife, who batted him away with a blush.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Ginny offered.
As the adults went into the kitchen, Dominique and Louis sat in the living room with Albus, James and Lily. Louis relished in the quidditch conversations he had with Albus and James, and always enjoyed talking about 'boy-stuff.'
"I won't lie, Aunt Lavender has been looking really good lately," Albus smiled, and James snorted.
"If you ask me, it's Emily who is bombshell."
"Longbottom?! What are you on?!"
"Gentlemen, please," Louis grinned as he took out his phone to show his friends.
"If anyone's dynamite, it's Lilac Patill."
The Potters let their jaws drop. The girl looked amazing.
"Merlin's balls," Albus whispered as Louis zoomed in on the picture.
"She did modelling for some muggle company during the summer. You know, to have some money to spend," Louis continued as James shifted his sitting position.
On the other couch, Lily was talking to Dominique about music.
"I'm telling you, this band is the best! They just toured Canada and will be coming to England in, like, a few months! I hope I can see them during the Christmas break," Lily babbled about her new favourite band, The Bronze Crests. Dominique shook her head and smirked.
"They have nothing, nothing, on Ivycore. They've just come out of the Norwegian underground scene. Top notch group, and their cellist is really good looking."
"You and string players, Dom," Lily shook her head as a blush crept onto the brunette's cheeks.
"Hey, when did you get that piercing done?" Lily pointed to Dom's nose. Over the holidays, the middle Delacour-Granger had gotten three more piercings and two new tattoos.
"This?" Dominique pointed to her septum piercing, the silver ring glinted in the sun.
"I got that done two weeks ago, actually. It's still kind of sensitive. Then I got the industrial," she moved back the hair on the left side of her body to show the piercing, "then another lobe," she pointed to her left ear.
"You're running out of room, Dom," Lily smiled as Dom rolled up her jeans to show off her ankle tattoo.
"I got this done by Dean Thomas in his Oxford studio," the tattoo was a bow and arrow that flickered against her skin. Lily was intrigued, moving a bit closer to have a good look at it.
"That's really neat, Dom!" she smiled.
"Do you think Mcgonagall will make Dom take her nose ring out?" Hermione asked Harry, who shrugged as he took a sip of his tea.
"Dunno."
"Well, if she writes about one more incident that contains Dom, I will eat my wand," the witch sighed and placed her hands against the table.
"I guess we'll just send her to Beauxbatons if she gets expelled."
"She's not going to get expelled, 'Ermione," Fleur grinned, placing her hand on top of her wife's. "Besides, she wouldn't be allowed into Beauxbatons with her tattoos."
"I guess Dean does her tattoos?" Ginny asked with her mug In her hand.
"Yeah, he offered us a smaller fee since we're friends," Hermione smiled.
"Mind you, I had no idea that wizarding tattoos move."
"Me neither," Harry supported his best friend, "In the muggle world, they're stationary, and fade over the course of time."
"I don't understand this hype over tattoos. It's just ink on your skin," Hermione continued, looking at Lily and Dominique, with the older showing off her arm tattoo; an owl.
"Yet you allow Dom to get them?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Dominique pays for them herself," Fleur answered for her wife, who was now looking at her arms.
"She got a job over the summer working in a French antique shop. My mother was the same, 'Mon Fleur, if you want eet, zan you 'ave to work for eet,'" Fleur imitated her mother's thick French accent that made all the adults smile.
"We're the same with our children," Ginny chuckled, tossing a glance to her boys. They were playing a game on their new console.
"Albus and James saved up for a gaming device, so we let them pay for half and we paid the rest. Teaches them life skills, you know."
"Louis has been talking about getting a console, too," Hermione looked at her son, and bit her lip.
"I just worry that it would destroy his mind. He's already on his computer a lot, looking at muggle and wizard fashion, then he plays games and talks to the boys. I am thankful that he doesn't use the fireplace to communicate."
"They use that computer program…skip I think it's called?" Ginny shrugged as Harry looked down at his watch.
"I think we better head to the station. It's twenty to ten. You know how busy it will be."
Harry and Ginny took their children to the station by car. Teddy went with them, but to Victoire's displeasure.
"You're going to see him in 10 minutes," Dominique muttered, putting her headphones on as Victoire hissed in annoyance. Fleur saw a flash of light blue in Victoire's eyes, and she bit her lip.
"Well, she is seventeen," The Frenchwoman said quietly to herself as Louis opened his bag for Phineas to hop into.
"Okay, does everyone have everything?" Hermione asked her children, who all responded with a 'yes.'
"Good, let's go," Hermione lead them to her own car that was kept in the backstreet behind Harry's house. She kept her car in England and used apparition to get around, plus the floo network. The car was only used to take more than three people around England, and to teach her children how to drive.
It didn't take long to get to the train station, but the trip felt like an eternity with Victoire and Dominique's arguing.
"If you get anymore people will think you're a freak, Dom!"
"That's for me to decide and not you,"
"You won't get a date to the Luna ball this year!"
"Do you really think I care about that?"
"You have to! We're the prettiest people in the damn school! We're freaking Veela!" Victoire snapped back as she scrolled through her phone, knowing that the second she got on that train she wouldn't be able to use it. Louis sat between his sisters, begging silently that they would sit in different carriages for the ride to Hogwarts.
"Looks and dating mean nothing to me, Vic, and you know this," Dominique snapped, turning up her music.
"That's just a slap in the face to Maman!" Victoire was shocked, but Fleur looked in the rear-view mirror at her children.
"Both of you, please lower your voice. You'll shatter the windows otherwise," she started.
"Dominique, it would be nice to find someone to go to the Luna Ball with. Even just as a friend, or find a group of friends to go with. Have some fun."
"Maman, no disrespect, but I'm just not interested in the Luna Ball," Dominique responded honestly, and Hermione looked at them.
"I was like that when I was around your age, Dom. Then your mother practically forced me to attend the Yule Ball with her."
"Forced you?" Fleur's blonde eyebrows shot up. "Excuse moi, 'Ermione, but who was the once who danced the entire night then dragged me off into the garden for a private lesson?"
Hermione turned bright red as the children all sniggered in the back. They had grown up on stories of their mothers together at Hogwarts.
"I-I was annoyed at Ronald for being Ronald!" Hermione stuttered as Fleur smirked.
"I am well aware, but it was you who suggested we head back to ze carriage after our little lesson," Fleur's accent grew thicker as she lowered her voice, and stroked Hermione's thigh. The British woman yelped as she drove through the traffic. The children couldn't help but snicker at their parents.
"A-All we are saying Is that it would be nice for you three to go to the Ball. Maybe you can go with each other?"
"Mum!" Louis looked up, repulsed. Dominique made a face and Victoire coughed.
"I'm not going with my brother and sister!" Victoire stated firmly, then sighed at her phone.
"I'm going with Teddy."
"Of course you are," Hermione sighed as she parked the car and turned off the engine.
"Maman?" Victoire asked Fleur, who looked at her daughter.
"Hm, Ma Cherie?"
"How did you know mum was…the one?" Victoire lowered her voice as they walked through the train station, wheeling their trolleys. Fleur let a smile tug at her lips, she knew Victoire was at that age where her Veela blood would be kicking in.
"Well," Fleur pondered, moving her handbag onto her shoulder.
"There was this…electricity between us, as if our magic had sensed that we were made for each other. But," Fleur smiled as they entered an elevator.
"It was not until a few months that I realized your mother was 'the one.' It takes time, but when you in find your 'soul-mate,' you'll know." Fleur used her hands to quote the words. Victoire looked down at her feet, moving her blonde hair out of her face.
"I just…I love Teddy, I love him a lot. He's so kind and cool, and he cares about me, but I…I don't know if I feel anything," she looked worried, and Fleur could sense it. She gently took her daughter's hands and forced her to meet your gaze.
"Victoire, ma cherie, you don't need to worry too much about this. You're Veela blood is not that strong, there is no rush to find anyone. Just enjoy being Seventeen, enjoy your last year at school. Next year, you'll be in the real world," she sighed, not knowing how to phrase her thoughts.
"As I said, it took some time for me to recognize you mother was the one for me, and I was your age. It's different for every Veela to find their love. It's around seventeen when your vela heritage starts to awake, but it everyone is different in finding their soulmate, their 'one,'" she gently kissed her daughter on the forehead.
"If Teddy is your soulmate, than you will know. But it will take time, so be patience, Victoire," she hugged her daughter.
"Thanks, Maman," Victoire smiled as she tightened her grip on her mother.
The elevator stopped on their floor, and they walked out to see the entrance to Platform 9 ¾.
Passing through the passage, the family met up with the Potters and Weasleys. Ron and Lavender's daughter, Rose, were standing with Harry and Ginny. Rose was talking with Lily animatedly, and her brother, Hugo, were talking with the Potter children.
"Every year seems to be the same, hey?" Ron hugged Hermione and Fleur. Louis came up and gave him a big bear hug. Louis had always taken a liking to Ron, because of their love of quidditch and their favourite teams were rivals.
"Did you see their game against the Lyon Lions?!"
"Of course I did!"
"Vic, do you have all your schoolbooks? And your alchemy set?" Hermione asked her oldest daughter.
"Yes, mum, it's fine," Victoire tried to reassure her mother, but the brunette started to fuss with her shirt.
"Where is your jumper? It's going to get cold quickly!"
"Mum! It's in my bag!" Victoire urged her, and Hermione let out a sigh and pulled her daughter in for a hug.
"I can't help but worry over you, darling," she murmured. Victoire smiled and patted her mum on the back.
"I'm seventeen, mum, I'll be okay. I'll write every month, just as I always do."
"You might want to borrow another owl, I think Vester is getting a bit tired of all the trips," Fleur looked at Dominique's owl, who was fast asleep. His owner was sitting on the trunk, scrolling through her MP3 player.
"I'll ask Teddy on the train," Victoire said, then waved at Teddy, who was chatting to Pandora Lovegood and Roxanne Weasley.
Once Victoire had gone over to the, Hermione turned to Dominique as Fleur chatted to Luna.
"Hey," Hermione lightly tapped her shoulder to get her child's attention. Dominique looked up, and saw Hermione making a motion to remove her earphones. The brunette took them off and blinked at her mother.
"Dom," Hermione started, placing her hands on her shoulders.
"Can you promise me something?"
"I can try?" Was the response. Hermione sighed and continued,
"Do you think you could try and not get into any fights this year? And avoid getting detentions?"
Dominique looked down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her heavily pierced left ear.
"They start it…they always start it…it's always Marlene Malfoy and Julie Parkinson…"
"I believe you," Hermione could see the pain in her daughter's eyes. Like mother, like daughter she thought.
"But the people who pick on you want a response, Dom. They want you to respond and get in trouble. This year, do you think…could you please try not to get in trouble? I don't like sending the howlers, you know."
Dominique sighed and looked at her feet. She then shrugged.
"I'll tell you what," Hermione looked over to make sure Fleur was out of earshot. She leaned in closer.
"If you can stay out of trouble until the Christmas holidays, I'll pay for your next tattoo or piercing."
Dom's head shot up, she looked in complete shock.
"Maman will flip!"
"But if I tell her we have had an arrangement, she'll be fine," Hermione smiled, then held out a hand.
"Do we have a deal, Miss Delacour-Granger?"
The young brunette's eyes lit up, and she shook her mothers hand and hugged her again.
"I'll do my best."
The Hogwarts express let a whistle fill the platform, and everyone started to usher their children on board. Final goodbyes and teary first years were the majority of the sound.
"Louis, you write as well, understand monsieur?" Fleur hugged her son, who nodded.
"Of course, Maman," he smiled, then his face turned serious. "Will you please send me my broom the second it gets out of repair?"
"Of course, darling," Fleur reassured her son as he boarded the train.
"Bye, darlings!"
"Au Revoir, mon petites!"
"Bye Mum! Bye Maman!"
the train started to move, as the whistle sounded again. Fleur and Hermione leaned on each other, watching their children go.
There's more to come.
Thanks for reading,
- DJValkyrie
