Fleur decides to move all of her things magically, which I'm grateful for because I don't think I could carry more boxes today. Bill even helps us find all of her things. Fleur shrinks everything and slips it all into her pocket. Bill smiles at us both before pulling Fleur into a hug.

"Take care of yourself, yeah? And don't worry about mum, I'll take care of her. I'm glad you're happy, Fleur. That's all I ever wanted for you."

I stand awkwardly near the door until Bill lets go of Fleur and pulls me against his chest.

"If I had to lose her to anyone, I'm glad it was you, Hermione. I know you'll take good care of her. And like I told Fleur, don't worry about mum. I'll handle that situation. Take care, Hermione."

I smile up at him before thanking him and following Fleur out the door.

Fleur smiles at me as she begins to set up her things around the apartment. I watch her from my position on the couch, not really caring to move. She continues putting her things in places that we both approve of until someone knocks on the door. I groan and push myself up to answer it. The knocking continues insistently and I roll my eyes.

"Gods, I'm coming!"

I open the door to bright red hair and blue eyes. Ron has just shown up on my doorstep, I don't recall giving him my address, and Fleur is moving in. I arch an eyebrow at Ron as he stares at me from my door threshold.

"Well, hello Ron. I don't recall giving you my address."

He gives me a lopsided smile and a shrug. "I guess I'm pretty good at finding things out."

I scoff and roll my eyes. "Let's be realistic here, Ronald. You are awful at anything involving effort. How did you find me?"

Ron sighs and puts his hands in his pockets. "I asked Harry. I knew you'd tell him if you'd tell anyone. I just wanted to talk, Mione. Can I come in?"

My eyes flicker to Fleur in the living room and I bite my bottom lip. "I don't think so, Ron. What did you want to talk about?"

I hear footsteps behind me and realize Fleur is making her way this direction. The urge to thump my head against the doorframe is almost unbearable. There's going to be a fight in my apartment building and I haven't even lived here a full day.

"Bill stopped by the burrow today. Said him and Fleur almost have their divorce finalized. Mom is pissed because none of us knew they were getting divorced and- what is she doing here?!"

Fleur's body pushes up against my back, her hand coming to rest just above mine on the doorframe. "Ronald, what a pleasant surprise."

Ron doesn't really appear to fathom what's going on. He always was pretty thick in the skull. I cast a disapproving glance at Fleur over my shoulder to which she responds with a smirk. I shake my head and turn back to Ron.

"She's moving in with me. Is that a problem, Ron?"

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to say something. Fleur sighs and begins to pick at her nails while we wait.

"You're the reason they're getting divorced, aren't you?"

My heart practically stops in my chest at the accusation. I feel Fleur tense up behind me. Her nails dig into the doorframe, slightly splintering the wood beneath them.

"It all makes sense now. Your reaction to her after the war ended, the time you've been spending with her, your absence at the burrow. I never would have put it together until now. What about us, Hermione? I thought we had something."

I swallow thickly and chew on my bottom lip, contemplating what I'm going to say. "Ron, we kissed in the heat of the moment towards the end of the war. That doesn't automatically mean we're dating. You're a great friend, Ron, really you are. But I see you the same as I see Harry. A brother. Those are the only feelings I could ever have for you."

Ron's face turns red and I have a feeling I know exactly where this is going. Fleur is still tensed behind me, waiting for Ron to slip up so she can pounce. Or that's what it seems like anyway.

"I guess what they say is true. The quiet ones are always the sluts, huh," Ron spits out.

Fleur is suddenly in his face, her body trembling. "I swear to God, if you ever come near 'er again, I will personally make sure your life is miserable. Rule number one, Ronald, never insult a veela's mate if you wish to live. Is zat clear or do I need to explain it in a simpler way to get it through your through head?"

Ron's eyes are wide and fear is the main emotion in them. He nods in response. I try not to laugh as his body begins to quake with fear.

"Leave before I get ze authorities involved. Good night, Monsieur Weasley." And with that, my front door is promptly slammed in Ron's face.

I smile up at Fleur gratefully. "Thank you."

Fleur turns to me, her eyes still dark but returning to their original color. She offers me a smile and a kiss on the forehead.

"Oui, of course. As I said, you are my mate and veela are very possessive and jealous creatures. I was not going to simply stand by and let him talk to you zat way. I'm sure Molly will be 'ere in the next day or so to lecture us on what 'orrible people we are though."

I laugh even though I know she's right. Ron will go home and cry to Molly about how Fleur "stole" me from him and how I'm the reason Fleur and Bill are separating. It should be a fantastic time. I jump as something brushes against my leg. Crookshanks meows loudly and I realize I haven't fed him this evening. I smile and scoop him up in my arms. He rubs his face against mine, purring deeply as he does so. He looks over at Fleur and swats playfully at her arm. Fleur smiles and begins scratching his ears.

"Have you met Crookshanks before? I've had him since first year at Hogwarts."

Fleur shakes her head in response and continues to pet the half-kneazle. Crookshanks continues to purr and push himself closer to Fleur, bringing the two of us closer.

"Non. I was never in your quarters during my time at 'Ogwarts and we were 'ardly ever at ze burrow at ze same times."

Crookshanks suddenly jumps down from my arms, leaving Fleur and me standing ridiculously close. I bite my bottom lip and Fleur chuckles, slipping her arms around my waist. I bury my face into the crook of her neck as she pulls me into an embrace.

"Are we eating tonight too or just Crookshanks?"

I smack her playfully as I pull away and walk into the kitchen. "I was going to make spaghetti, but if you're going to be a smartass then you can forget being fed," I tease.

Fleur attempts to pout, but both of us just end up laughing. "Oui, zis is fine. I apologize. Do you want 'elp?"

I shake my head as I feed Crookshanks before gathering the ingredients needed for our dinner. "I'm going to make it the muggle way. You can either watch me, figure out the TV that I'm guessing you've never seen, or do whatever else you want."

Fleur smiles before kissing me softly. The kiss starts out rather short, but it leads to more, and suddenly I'm on the counter with Fleur between my legs. I pull away when oxygen becomes a problem, but Fleur moves to my neck. I feel her bite my pulse point and my hands automatically tangle in her hair. She continues this for a few minutes, biting and then soothing with her tongue before pulling away, seemingly satisfied. I jump down from the counter and push her away.

"Go somewhere else or we're both going to starve," I mutter teasingly. Fleur smirks and shoots me a wink before venturing into the living room with Crookshanks in tow. I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless. That woman will be the death of me. And it will probably be the greatest death ever.