I know breaking the truth will probably get me flamed, but oh well. I have no access to a computer over the summer, so this will be the last chapter of Meow! I might write a sequel thing next year, so keep your heads up! Till next year---

Hermione stared at the paper she clutched in her hands. She… she had done it! She had passed with strait "A's"! It wasn't a terribly great surprise, but it was nice that the ever-present feeling of nag in her stomach could finally go away. She was sure that her grades would be less-than-perfect with all the school she had missed. Whew…

She looked around her room, well Ginny's room, well actually since it was The Burrow, it was Mrs. Weasley's house it was Mrs. Weasley's room, but oh well. Ugh, she had so much trouble turning off her brain during the summer.

Whatever way she looked at it, she was in the burrow, in her room, clutching the brown tawny owl that had brought her school things. The owl (named "Clutcheye" by the tag around its neck) hooted disinterestedly as Hermione let it soar out through the window back into the sky. She watched as Clutcheye swooped once around the plain, caught some unsuspecting rodent in her mouth and flapped off into the distance. She found herself watching mesmerized by the owls presence and grace in the sky, and she was overcome with heartfelt emotions of Ginny.

Fleur and Bill had gotten married earlier in the week. Ron was busy playing quidditch with Harry and Ginny. The twins were somewhere deep in the recesses of the house, excavating some Venomous Tentacula seeds from a toilet. Everything seemed normal. And yet… She felt oddly alone.

Ginny had finally told her parents that she was indeed bisexual, and though she didn't outright tell them that Hermione was her lover, the brunette had a sneaking suspicion that the Weasley's had put two and two together. She was quite amazed that she was being allowed to share a room with her girlfriend, even though both the redhead's parents were being just as kind as usual. The only difference was that now Mrs. Weasley was prone to making sure she always put Harry across the table from Ginny, maybe in hopes that his undeniable attractiveness would defeat Ginny's inner-rug-muncher. No success yet, but who knew?

"'Ello, 'Mione, sitting in ze dark again?" Fleur trounced into the threshold of Hermione's room. She sat down, her hair somehow flowing twice as much as normal, and took the brunettes hand in hers. "'Oo must not do zat, it ees bad for ze complexion. I of course 'ave perfeect skin, zo I must not worry, but oo…" She trailed off uncertainly.

"Thanks, Fleur." Spoke Hermione weakly, not sure what to say. Somehow Fleur's veela magic worked on lesbians too. "I'm just a little tired, I guess."

"No, no, no! I will not accept zat! Oo will go outside and eenjoy 'ourself at once!" Fleur pounced up, as if controlled by invisible strings and pulled Hermione onto her feet. She pulled her down the three flights of stairs without much struggle and pushed her through the door to the area where the gang was playing quidditch. She held Hermione by the shoulders and whispered quite convincingly. "'Oo will be much 'appier if oo can see your love."

Hermione looked up at Ginny zooming happily around, she really was quite good. She soared skillfully around everyone else and scored at least three goals in just the time the brunette was watching. As she watched, Gin looked down at her and flashed her a smile that could part waters.

"I see ze way you and Geenny watch each ozer, oo are… een love?" Fleur asked, flashing her ever-white teeth.

Hermione paused for a second as Ginny did a back flip that she knew was meant for her. She smiled to herself. As she turned to look back at Fleur, the smile stayed there.

"Yes, I suppose we are."

Fleur smiled back. "Zat is good to 'ear. Oo 'ave been zo gloomy lately!" She trounced back into the house as her husband appeared and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Hermione returned her attention to her airborne lover. Even when Mrs. Weasley yelled out her bedroom window at Ron for throwing a clump of dirt at her window, or when Fred and George turned up, blistered and covered in water, or when Errol flew into the garden door for what seemed like the eightieth time, she continued to watch Ginny. And when Ginny landed and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek, she knew that Fleur was right. They were in love. And Nothing was going to change that. Not even Voldemort himself.


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