I blow a strand of hair from my face as I set down the final box in my new apartment. I may be moving to Hogsmeade, but I wanted to move the muggle way. Crookshanks brushes against my calf and I smile down at him. He managed to survive the war thanks to Fang, Hagrid's behemoth of a dog. I scratch behind his ears and love on him for a few minutes before he trots off to investigate our new home. My pocket vibrates and it takes me a few minutes before I realize it's the cell phone I bought a couple months ago. It's much more convenient than an owl.

Fleur's name pops up on my screen next to an envelope, informing me of a text message. I had managed to talk Fleur into buying a phone so we could stay in contact easier. I text her my address as she says she's coming into Hogsmeade before putting my phone down and beginning to unpack.

I drop down onto my couch and sigh. Everything was put in its proper place and I was exhausted. The front door opening doesn't really register in my mind, nor do the footsteps on my hardwood flooring. What does finally register is the pressure on my stomach. My eyes fly open and connect with Fleur's icy orbs. There's a smirk on her beautiful face as per usual. I shove her shoulder lightly for scaring me, which causes her to laugh.

"I am truly sorry, 'Ermione. I just couldn't 'elp myself."

I roll my eyes and offer a small smile. "It's not nice to sneak up on people, Fleur," I mumble as she tangles our fingers together.

Fleur smiles down at me before leaning down and gently pecking my lips. "Je sais and I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

A mock pout comes across her face and I try not to laugh as I pretend to think about it. "Hmm, I don't know. You scared me quite a bit."

Fleur's eyes narrow slightly and I finally smirk. "Yes, I forgive you. Now, will you kindly remove yourself from my waist?"

She chuckles and stands up, offering her hand to me. I take it and pull myself up off the couch.

"Would you like a cup of tea," I ask as I move into the kitchen. I can feel Fleur's stare on me as she follows behind me.

I reach up into the cupboard over my head to pull the tea down. Fleur's body pushes my own against the counter. My teeth dig into my lip out of habit. I can feel a heat in my lower abdomen as Fleur's hips push me further against the counter.

"How's Bill," my mouth manages to spit out before my brain even processes my question. I close my eyes tightly and bite into my lip again. There's no way Fleur is going to take that question well.

"Well, ze divorce is almost through. He's doing well. Seeing a woman from Gringotts. I am 'appy for William and he is 'appy for me. We both knew ze day would come."

Divorce? Fleur never told me they were getting divorced.

"You never told me you were getting divorced, Fleur! Oh my God, what is Molly going to say? She's going to kill me when she finds out that I was partially the cause of this!"

Fleur's hands move to my waist and squeeze lightly. "Mon amour, relax. I did not want to tell you because of Molly. If Molly found out you knew, she would blame you even more. I only 'ad your best interest at 'eart. Please, don't be angry wiz me."

I can feel my body slowly relax as I lean back into Fleur. Her lips ghost over my temple and I sigh. Fleur and I have more or less been seeing each other since the war ended. I still have her jacket. I just can't believe she didn't tell me that she was getting divorced from Bill. And what did she mean by 'we both knew this day would come?'

"What did you mean by 'we both knew this day would come', Fleur?"

I hear her sigh against my neck and my hands go down to meet hers. Our fingers slide together seamlessly.

"Bill is not my true mate, 'Ermione. And I'm sure you've done research on Veela to know what zat means. When a Veela finds zeir true mate, nuzzing can stand in ze way. I love Bill. Really, I do. But I think I 'ave finally found ze person I am destined to be wiz and I cannot change my fate."

I swallow and tighten my grip on her hands. "Fleur," I whisper as I turn in her arms to face her.

Her eyes move up to my own and she arches an eyebrow in question. I open my mouth, but the words don't seem to want to come out. I close my mouth again and swallow dryly.

"Fleur, am I your mate?"

Everything is quiet for a few seconds. My teeth are chewing on my bottom lip again. Fleur's lips brush across my forehead and her hands squeeze my own in reassurance. "Could it be anyone else, 'Ermione? I spend every moment of every day zinking of you. I can't get you out of my mind no matter 'ow 'ard I try. And believe me, I've been trying since ze Tri Wizard Tournament."

My mouth drops open in surprise at Fleur's words. Did she really just say that? Fleur's been in love with me as long as I've been in love with her? I have the sense to close my mouth and redirect my gaze to Fleur's.

"Gods, Fleur. You make me love you more and more each day."

Fleur smiles down at me and connects our lips for the second time that day. I smile against Fleur's lips and feel her do the same.

"Move in with me," I spit out as we pull away from each other. I close my eyes at my own stupidity. I hear Fleur chuckle and rest my head against her shoulder.

"Of course, mon amour. I need to get out of ze cottage anyway. Zat is Bill's home, not mine."

I smile up at her and kiss her jaw quickly. "Well, come on. Let's get ze moving process over wiz," Fleur murmurs into my hair.