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"How can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you?"

Everything by Lifehouse

Chapter 9

The days quickly turned into a week, and I knew Fleur and I would have to pay my own parents a visit and inform them of the developments. Before we left though, Fleur wanted to take me out on a proper date in France.

So I had Sebastian chauffeur me to a clothing store, per Fleur's request. She had instructed her friend where to take me, offering a credit card to him to pay for my purchases.

It was nice to get to know more about the man. He only drove for the Delacour's and was a stay at home dad to his three kids when he wasn't needed. His wife worked at a wizarding bank in the French magical alley. This bank employed a variety of people and creatures as tellers, unlike Gringott's.

As Sebastian pulled over and parked the car, I looked around to see where we were. We looked to be surrounded by high end apparel and boutique shops, and I felt immensely underdressed. Though that might be part of why we were here in the first place…

The dark haired man got out, and I followed after him, hurrying to his side. "Shall we?" he asked and motioned forward, though he took the lead as he knew where to go.

I walked close behind him, taking in my surroundings, freezing as he stepped towards a tailor shop. "Fleur asked you to bring me here?"

He chuckled, "Oui, she did. She said somezing about you looking 'dashing in a suit.' I'll 'ave to see zat for myself, zough." I blushed that Fleur had enjoyed my masculine presentation so much and wanted to enjoy it again.

So I willingly stepped inside as Sebastian held the door. An older gentleman strode up to us with purpose. He seemed slightly snooty, but I smiled, trying to be polite.

"Bonjour et bienvenue. Y a-t-il quelque chose que je peux aider aujourd'hui?" he asked, pointedly towards Sebastian.

"Oui," my acquaintance started and nodded down at me, "my friend 'ere is in need of a new suit."

The employee finally glanced at me, eyeing me up and down. "I see. Just for ze lovely lady? With all due respect, wouldn't she be better at Une Dame Chic? Our suits are made to fit men specifically."

I bit my tongue, knowing that this wasn't the place to go off on someone.

Sebastian didn't seem too pleased with the man, either; his deep-set frown was emphasized by his risen brows. "I understand, Monsieur, but zis is where I was told to bring 'er. Unless you would like me to contact Mademoiselle Delacour and inform 'er of ze conflict?"

The man visibly faltered, his eyes flashing with recognition at the name. "Non, of course not! Zere is no problem 'ere; I was merely wanting to ensure ze lovely lady's comfort, I assure you. If ze Delacour's wish 'er to wear one of our fine suits, I would be more zan 'onored to be of assistance."

"Zat would be most 'elpful," Sebastian returned, smiling at his victory. "I'm certain Madame Fleur wouldn't want 'er mate to be anyzing less zan exquisite."

"Of course," the man agreed, a nervous smile on his face. "Let me fetch my measuring tape and we can get started, non?"

With that, the man turned and hurried off. I looked Sebastian beside me as he chuckled lightly. "What was that about?" I asked curiously.

"Ze people around 'ere are a bit…'ow you say, stuck up? 'e likely zought we were misplaced, especially since you're a very young woman. But ze Delacour's are well known in zis district, providing zem with business occasionally. Ze man likely zought 'e would lose zat business if 'e didn't comply, which is likely true. Angering a powerful family such as ze Delacour's can 'ave extremely negative consequences."

I wasn't sure whether to frown or laugh. "Did you just use your employer's name to get your way?"

His eyes twinkled with mirth as he grinned. "Non, I just used your mate's name to get 'er way."

At this, I couldn't help but laugh lightly, amused at how Fleur would have permitted this behavior. Moments later, the man returned with a Muggle measuring tape, which surprised me in a wizarding establishment.

He seemed to notice this and explained, "While a charmed measuring tape would technically do ze job, we 'ere at Ze Gentleman's Club feel our customers prefer a more 'ands on approach in regards to getting zeir fittings. Ze tailoring of ze suits is done by magic afterwards."

I nodded, impressed by their dedication to customer satisfaction—when they weren't being obnoxiously rude.

The man took my measurements and wrote them down for later. When that was done, he helped me find a style that I enjoyed—a simple black tuxedo with a crisp black bowtie. With my decision made, the employee waved his wand, designating the proper measurements, and the tools set to work, cutting and sewing my new tux together.

The process took some time before it was complete, and I found myself changing into my new attire in a dressing room. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but swell with pride. I looked better than I had at the Yule Ball, and I knew Fleur would approve.

Stepping out, the employee checked the fitting, ensuring it wasn't too snug or loose on any part of my body. Satisfied, Sebastian pulled out the credit card Fleur had given him and paid for my new tuxedo.

Finished with our first stop, he sent the formal attire back to the manor and continued to a shoe department. Luckily the people here didn't give us as much hassle, and I was quickly being bought a pair of shiny black dress shoes.

With our shopping completed, Sebastian drove me home, laughing at our first encounter at the tailor shop. He pulled up and walked inside with me, having been asked to drive for mine and Fleur's date later. I was grateful for his kindness and help during the shopping spree, and I knew he would likely tell Fleur of the trouble we encountered, which was fine with me.

And so I was ushered to a new room, not too far from Fleur's, as I had been naturally staying with her since her family didn't mind that I wanted to remain close.

Once inside, I spotted Apolline gazing at the tux we had purchased, an approving smile on her face. "Zis is quite ze look, 'ermione. It's a pity, zough. I don't know if it will remain in zis condition by ze end of ze day once Fleur sees you."

I chuckled, blushing lightly. I had grown more used to the Delacour family's sense of openness as far as sexuality was concerned, but I still held onto my more reserved qualities.

"I'm glad you think she'll like it," I smiled, stepping beside the older Veela. She helped me dress, working my hair into a more manageable mess, and I told her about the employee at The Gentleman's Club.

She huffed, "Even if you weren't with us, 'e still 'ad no right to belittle you like zat. I will 'ave Nicolas speak to ze owner. Such disrespect should not be tolerated, regardless of who ze customer is."

I agreed, but couldn't stifle my laugh, "Yeah, but he sure changed quickly when Sebastian brought Fleur's name into the mix."

Apolline smiled, "Oui, I'm certain 'e did. We do command a bit of respect in ze country, but I don't want zat to be ze only reason people act in kindness. Zere is already enough 'ate in ze world. A bit of kindness can go a long way."

I was touched by her sentiment. She was right, though—the world was often such a dark place that it seemed almost suffocating. Why did it seem so difficult for some people to just say something nice for once?

When Apolline was satisfied with my appearance, she led me back down to the front room of the manor, where Nicolas and Gabrielle were waiting.

Seeing me, Fleur's father nodded in approval, while Gabi gave me a catcall. I snorted at the younger girl, not used to such antics. Those typically went to Fleur, and, while I completely understood them, typically angered me that someone was appreciateing what was mine.

"So, did Fleur tell you what 'er plans are?" Nicolas asked. I shook my head, totally in the dark about this evening.

"Seems she's been pretty tight-lipped about ze whole situation," Gabi frowned.

I shrugged, "That's her right. I'm just glad she wanted to go out with me at all."

"Please, 'ermione, of course Fleur wanted to. She's likely been planning ze perfect date since you agreed to come," Apolline waved dismissively.

"Zat would be ze truth, maman."

I turned and looked up, losing my breath in the process as I observed the goddess gliding gracefully down the stairs towards us. She was wearing a stunning dark blue dress that wrapped around one shoulder, leaving the other exposed. It was a rather modest dress, not exposing too much of anything.

The dress flowed at the bottom, still form fitting, but not suffocating. It also revealed the small bump that was forming around her center, making me grin with love and pride.

Fleur's hair was tied up in a bun, a couple of strands dangling around her face in small curls. She only had the minimal amount of makeup on, as her own natural beauty was far better than any cosmetics could try to be.

"Fleur," I breathed, once I finally received oxygen again, "you're so beautiful…"

Her porcelain cheeks flushed, darkening as she properly took in my own outfit. Her eyes became golden, clearly appreciating my look.

"Mon Dieu, you make such a 'andome individual," she returned, her voice slightly husky with desire. Apolline chuckled, having already called it that her daughter wouldn't be able to withstand her hormones for long.

I couldn't help but be affected by my mate, though. Even though we had been staying in her room, I had refused to have sex, too embarrassed at the risk of being caught. I was beginning to feel my resolution fall, seeing her like this. Not to mention, I was even less inclined to have sex at my parent's house, which was significantly smaller and had thinner walls.

"Well I'd take your hand and offer to be off for the evening, but I have no clue where we're going," I said once I had collected myself. "Which is a bit of a shame, as I don't want to disappoint a living angel."

Fleur chuckled, "You can still take my 'and, mon amour, but oui, we should be off."

Extending my arm out a bit, Fleur wrapped her own in mine. I led the way out, opening the back door to the waiting car. Once I entered and buckled as well, Sebastian pulled off.

We talked the entire way back to the city, Fleur laughing as I recounted the experience at the tailor store. Sebastian chuckled up front, remembering the event, but remained quiet the rest of the way.

I noticed that we remained in the Muggle part of the city, something that struck me as odd. I was truly at a loss as to what my mate had planned for us.

As Sebastian came to a stop in front of a fancy looking restaurant, Fleur looked at me. "I do 'ope you're 'ungry?"

I chuckled, "Starving like a dragon." She grinned, and I moved to get out so I could open her door, but I was quickly stopped. Instead, Fleur got out and let me out.

"Zis is my date to you, mon amour. I get to be ze chivalrous one tonight, non?" I sighed, but let the Veela have her way. That just meant I would have to double my effort for her when we were with my family.

We went inside the extravagant restaurant and made our way to the host. "Reservation for Delacour," Fleur stated after the man greeted us.

"Oui, welcome Mademoiselles," he replied and bowed slightly. "Zis way, s'il vous plait."

Once we were seated, I looked at the menu, quickly realizing there were no prices. With a sigh, I looked at my mate. "I assume you're expecting to pick up the tab as well?"

"Naturally, why?"

I lowered my voice as I replied, "Because it seems a bit much, Fleur. There aren't any prices."

She simply raised an amused brow and set her own menu down, clasping her hands in front of her. "'ermione, mon amour. If you 'adn't noticed, money isn't exactly a problem for me. I know you don't zink so freely about monetary experiences, and I don't want you to zink poorly of me for wanting to do zis for you. I 'ave been fortunate for ze opportunities I 'ave been given, and I don't take zem lightly. But I want to treat you, so please turn off zat beautiful brain of yours and just enjoy yourself."

I frowned, not happy that I had spent so much of her family's money today. But the pleading look the Veela was giving me kept me from pressing it. "Fine, but I'm going to make it up to you."

"I zink I may 'ave a way you could do so." Her eyes now had a mischievous gleam in them that made me chuckle.

"Okay, I may be willing to listen to your proposition. But not here." She nodded, quickly deeming this place inappropriate.

And so I turned my attention back to the menu, ignoring the thoughts of how expensive everything would be, and noticed that some of the items were British. I looked back at Fleur, my mouth open slightly in shock.

She chuckled, "It's not proper to 'ave your mouth 'anging open, 'ermoine." I quickly shut it at her comment. "I found zis place earlier zis week and zought you would like it. I assume I was right?"

"Yes, thank you, Fleur. You're perfect," I smiled, reaching across the small table to take her hands in mine. I wanted to kiss my thoughtful mate, but figured this wasn't the place.

We ordered and ate, talking about our time visiting Fleur's family and thinking about how our trip to Britain would go. I was anxious to know how my parents would take the development of my relationship with Fleur. I worried they would freak out at becoming grandparents so early, but it was a bit late to change that.

After Fleur paid, she checked the time. "Mon Dieu, we should 'urry so we can get to our next destination." She took my hand and pulled me out, quickly spotting Sebastian standing by the car. He was chatting with some people who clearly appeared to be tourists. He was such a kind man; it made me smile.

Fleur, however, was groaning. "Merde, we don't 'ave time for zis. 'e's going to be 'elping zem for a while, if I know 'im. Come on!"

The Veela turned and pulled me into a dark back alley, making sure we were alone before side-apparating us to Merlin knows where. Because as I gathered my grounding, I looked around at my surroundings and had no idea where she had taken us.

"Where are we, Fleur?" I asked, fighting the urge to pull my wand out and protect us should we need it.

"No time," she replied shortly and yanked me after her. We were sprinting, which immensely impressed me at the fact the Veela was able to do so in heels. As we rounded a corner, though, bright lights nearly blinded me after the dark exposure, and we slowed to a brisk walk.

When we stepped onto the sidewalk, I noticed the small crowd dressed in equally formal attire. Looking around at the buildings, I realized we were in front of a theater. My brows furrowed as I tried to see the name of the play, but to no avail, as we were right under it.

"Ze Tempest," Fleur offered, watching me, clearly anxious.

I smiled, recognizing the name. "Shakespeare," I mused. "I'm surprised you'd want to watch a Mug—play like this."

Fleur blushed, "Oui, I 'ave spent some time reading books from your culture and wanted you to enjoy yourself with somezing familiar."

The thoughtfulness Fleur had shown me this evening warmed my heart, and I leaned forward and kissed her chastely. She clearly wanted to deepen it, but I pulled back, knowing this wasn't the place to get carried away.

And so we retrieved our preordered tickets and found a couple of seats in the packed auditorium, enjoying the performance with our fingers intertwined.

When we finally made our way back outside, it was well into the night, but I was energized as I discussed my thoughts on the play and how the actors portrayed the characters. Fleur simply grinned at me, letting me go on and on with my observations.

"Madame Delacour! Madame Granger!" We both turned to see Sebastian waving towards us and made our way to the wizard.

"I'm surprised to see you," Fleur said, no hint of anger or annoyance heard.

"Oui, well, I decided zat since I failed to bring you 'ere as requested, it would only be fair for me to return you 'ome instead. I do apologize for getting so distracted…" the man frowned at his failure, which Fleur was quick to dismiss.

Waving her hand, Fleur replied, "Please, zere is no need to apologize. I know 'ow you are—always willing to 'elp anyone in need. I understood, so I simply left you to it. I 'ope zey found zeir way?"

Sebastian beamed. "But of course! I didn't earn ze title of best tour guide for no reason."

Fleur chuckled, "Zat is a self-proclaimed title, but I will agree with it."

Clamoring into the car, the chauffeur drove us back to the manor for the night. I beat Fleur to the door this time and let her out, taking her hand as we exchanged pleasantries before Sebastian left for home.

I glanced at Fleur as we walked inside, biting my lip anxiously. "I do believe you had an idea of how I could make up for this exquisite evening?"

She turned to look at me, slightly suspicious. "You don't 'ave to make anyzing up to me, mon amour. Besides, I know your boundaries while we're at my family's 'ome. You were quite clear ze first night when you zreatened to stay in anozer room."

I frowned, realizing I may have taken it a bit far then. "I know, and I'm sorry. I wasn't really comfortable with…things around your family. I'm still not exactly ready to be open with them, but I love you, Fleur. I want to repay you for an incredibly perfect date. I want you, Fleur. If you're not willing to, though, that's alright—we don't have to do anything. I won't push you."

Fleur simply stared at me for several moments, and I finally shifted uneasily, not sure what she was thinking.

"'ermione," she finally spoke, and I was surprised by the desire in her voice. "I am a Veela, a sexual magical creature. I am always ready and wanting to be with my mate. Don't ever zink you could push me. I just didn't want to do anyzing zat would upset you. But if you are willing, I would love to be with you."

I smiled softly and took her hand, letting her lead me to her room as I still wasn't completely confident with my navigation skills.

When we got to the room, Fleur closed the door and locked it before turning to me with burning amber eyes. "I 'ave wanted you for so long."

I snickered, "Fleur, it's only been about a week since we last had sex."

"I don't care," she growled. She was obviously feeling sex-starved, and I didn't want to disappoint. After all, the night truly had been great and would soon be perfection.

Pulling out her wand, Fleur instantly had our clothes removed and jumped towards me, twisting her hands in my hair as our lips met in an explosion of pent up passion. I worked to release hers from the bun, quickly tangling my own fingers in her golden strands.

Fleur had been right—as I gave myself over to instincts and desire, I was overwhelmed by the intensity of need. I relieved control from my brain, allowing my body to move freely and do as it pleased.

I pulled the Veela's head back by her hair, a little rough but not enough to actually hurt, and bit and sucked on the supple skin. I left a trail of marks, similar to a necklace, as I worked all over her. My mouth lowered and sucked an erect nipple hard into my mouth, causing a guttural moan to escape my mate, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Turning my attention to the neglected nipple, I moved my hands to Fleur's waist and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around me and began to rock against me, needing friction as she had lost all devices to control herself.

I made my way to the bed to lay my mate down, but she stopped me.

"Non, I don't want to lie on my back," she stated breathlessly from her moans.

I blinked at her. "What do you want?" I didn't care at this point, so long as it felt good and we both would get our release tonight. Come tomorrow, we would be heading to my home, and guaranteed abstinence.

"Change."

I quickly complied, having no will or desire to fight her. My penis was instantly standing at attention, aching with need.

Fleur locked her lips to mine, our tongues dancing around each other. She stepped around me and shoved me. I fell back onto the bed, startled by the action. The Veela, however, was grinning as she devoured me with her eyes.

She slowly, agonizingly, stalked towards me and straddled me, my large dick pressed against her front. The feeling of contact elicited a moan from deep in my core, and Fleur leaned down to kiss me, tease me, as a single finger traced the length of my shaft. I shuddered, the intensity making me throb.

Losing her own battle, Fleur rose and repositioned herself, lowering back down as I entered her. The sensation was too much for me to process, and I let Fleur set the pace, completely gone to everything but her.

As she bounced up and jolted back down, our cries of pleasure were mixed together, permeating the air with the scent of sex.

After a few minutes, I felt myself start to near climax, and I fought to stave it off. I tried to grab hold of my mate's hips to slow her forceful pace, but she stopped me.

"Non, mon amour, don't stop, I'm so close," she revealed, breathing heavily. She twisted her nipples in her fingers as she continued to ride me. Deciding to make it even more intense for her, I held her, setting a relentless pace as I trust rapidly into her. She released a constant moan that grew in volume as she reached her own peak, her vagina exploding around me, sending me into my own orgasm.

Coming down from the high of our joint orgasms, Fleur rose, letting my still stiff penis slide out of her. She was quick to notice this and smirked with intent.

"Well I zink we can both agree zis is going to be a fun, long night," she stated as she worked to regain her breath, quickly flipping herself to lay on top of me, her center right in front of my face. Her mouth encompassed the head of my ribbed penis, and I moaned again, still incredibly aroused.

So I set to work on lapping at Fleur, excited to see just how long we would go.

[X]

The next morning, I was mortified to discover that Fleur had failed to set up silencing charms. And that Gabrielle had come at some point to ask us how our date had gone. She didn't barge in on us, no; she just sat and enjoyed the show for Merlin knows how long.

On top of that, she had informed her parents of her recon, so now I was avoiding any and all eye contact after learning about what happened. My face more than matched the trademark Weasley hair.

There was no stopping Gabi from smirking knowingly at us, though her parents chastised her to keep quiet. Only after she told them everything she heard. How I managed to make Fleur become quite the screamer. How my own grunts and moans shifted from time to time, sometimes feminine, others masculine. I was living in my own personal hell.

I was even more embarrassed as I had wanted to discuss something with Fleur's parents before we left for Britain. Now I was questioning if I should.

But as we gathered our belongings and made our way downstairs, I stopped my mate.

"Fleur, can I speak to your parents? I want to properly apologize and thank them for all of their kindness. I want to do it alone, if I can. I'm not sure I can handle their smirks anymore after last night…"

My returning blush was enough to convince the Veela. "Of course, mon amour. I truly am sorry I didn't put up ze wards. I wasn't zinking clearly. Plus, Veela aren't as adorably sensitive about such explorations. I'm sorry I placed you in such an uncomfortable situation. I will make it up to you if I can."

I narrowed my eyes. "Not at my parent's house, you're not."

She laughed heartily, "Non, I wouldn't do zat to you, mon amour. You're too cute. But go ahead and speak with my parents. I'll be with Gabi."

I nodded and was led to the study. Entering, I closed the door behind me and made my way to the lounging area in front of the fireplace. Fleur's parents were both reading books, sitting in armchairs. Their hands were hanging off, tied together by a single finger. It was sweet, and I couldn't help but want this for me and Fleur. If I survive Voldemort's comeback.

Clearing my throat, the pair glanced up and greeted me. They set their books down and made to rise.

"No, please don't get up. I…wanted to speak with you about something." I bit my lip nervously, hoping this would go well.

"Of course, 'ermione, please sit," Nicolas smiled and motioned to a couch. I complied and sat down, fiddling with my fingers as my legs bounced uncontrollably. "What did you want to talk about?"

"First of all," I began, taking a breath, "I wanted to thank you for all of the kindness you have shown me. It really means the world to me to have been so welcomed and accepted into your family. I know it was under slightly unconventional circumstances, and I apologize. I wasn't exactly planning on things happening this way, though I'm truly happy."

Apolline smiled softly, "'ermione, please don't apologize to us for anyzing. You are Fleur's mate; it's only natural you would consummate ze bond, especially since you're a creature as well. You both 'ave a strong desire to love and protect each ozer. I'm grateful she 'as such a wonderful mate."

Nicolas agreed, "And think nozing of our kindness. You get what you give. You are family now. You will always be welcome 'ere."

"Thank you," I smiled, warmed by their continued acceptance of me. Taking another breath, I continued. "But that is actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I know that I'm still rather young, but that doesn't change the fact that I am in love with Fleur. She means everything to me. She did even before the twins. So I wanted to do this right. It won't be for a while, but…I want your permission to ask for Fleur's hand in marriage."

Both faces before me lit up, and I instantly found myself enveloped in arms.

"Oui, 'ermione! Of course you 'ave our permission! I wouldn't want it any ozer way!" Apolline beamed, a few tears falling from her eyes.

"Naturally we would like to be zere when you ask 'er, zough," Nicolas added. "But we would love to 'ave you marry 'er. I know she will 'appily accept."

I chuckled, "Yeah, I really hope so. Otherwise our relationship is going to be a bit awkward for a while. I'd like to have some time with my parents before I propose, though. It's going to be a huge shock for them, and they will need time to process and accept everything. If I don't contact you after a week or two, assume they killed me."

The pair laughed heartily. "I doubt Fleur would allow zat, but we understand. We will be waiting for your summon. You can always say zat we wanted to meet your own family, which is true, but zat will 'elp to zrow Fleur off for ze question," Nicolas replied.

Nodding, I stated that it was time to leave. We rose and found Fleur and Gabrielle laughing. I didn't want to know what was so funny, afraid it was me.

We exchanged our goodbyes, promising to keep in touch. Grabbing some Floo powder, I wrapped my arms around Fleur and stepped into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley," I announced and threw the powder down.

Stepping out into the bustling alley, I smiled at the familiar scene. It wasn't as elegant or proper as the French magical alley, but it was homey. Witches and wizards moved around, smiling kindly as they passed. The sound of owls cooing in the distance mixed with the pleasant conversations being exchanged.

"Come on, we will have to get a taxi to get home," I stated and led the way to the Muggle streets, hailing a ride.

Before long, we were speeding towards my home. Like Fleur had done with me, I pointed out to several landmarks, telling her all of the history of the city. Being so interested in that subject and expanding my knowledge, I may have overwhelmed her a tad with my ramblings. I went into quite a bit of detail.

Still, the Veela simply smiled at me, nodding as she listened intently. I was grateful she had never judged or teased me for my excessive chatter or intelligence. It was part of why it was so easy to fall for her. She truly accepted me for me and supported my learning.

Half an hour later, we were stepping out of the cab in front of my home. It was two stories, though the whole place was only a small fraction of Delacour manor. In fact, my house could probably fit in just two of their rooms.

I glanced at Fleur anxiously, to which she squeezed my hand for reassurance. I had told my parents that I had met someone and was happily committed, but they didn't know it was a girl. Or that she was a magical creature as well. And especially not that she was pregnant. That was the last thing they would learn.

"No matter what 'appens, I'm 'ere for you, mon amour," Fleur stated softly.

"Thank you. I love you."

With that, I released her hand and pulled out the house key to open the door. I could hear the rustle of the newspaper as I assumed dad straightened it in his grasp. There was a light clink of a spoon against the side of a cup. Probably mum stirring her morning tea.

"Mum! Dad! I'm home," I called, closing the door behind us. I noticed Fleur looking around, taking in the sights of where I grew up. She looked intrigued and slightly scared at the same time.

There was some shuffling from the kitchen, and my parents quickly emerged, grinning happily. "Hermione, it's so nice to have you home!" mum beamed, pulling me into a tight embrace. She released me after a moment and was quickly replaced by dad.

"We missed you, pumpkin, how was school? How was France? You didn't explain much as to why you needed to go there," dad stated with a small frown.

I blushed, anxious to broach that subject. "Uh, yeah, we can talk about that later. Mum, dad, this is Fleur." I turned to the blonde. I could tell her polite smile was a little forced, likely to keep her from appearing as terrified as she probably felt.

"Bonjour, Monsieur and Mademoiselle Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you," she greeted, offering an outstretched hand. "'ermione 'as told me so much about you."

My parents stared in shock at the sunning model before them. Mum was the first to recover, clearing her throat. "Yes, welcome, Fleur. Please, call me Elizabeth. This is my husband, Edwin." They exchanged handshakes, not as physically affectionate as the French.

"Come on in. We were about to have breakfast. Have you two eaten?" dad asked, turning back to the kitchen. The dining room was attached to it, so Fleur and I took a seat at the small table.

"Yeah, we ate at Fleur's before we came here," I answered.

Mum nodded, "How about some tea then?"

I looked at Fleur. "Zat would be wonderful, merci," the blonde replied. So the older woman set out to prepare two more cups of the steaming beverage.

Dad cleared his throat, pushing the paper to the side. "So, Hermione, how was school this year? How are Ronald and Harry?" He turned to Fleur with a chuckle, "She never tells us much in her letters. Probably thinks we won't be able to understand how school works."

I rolled my eyes, knowing there was a reason for hiding the real dangers I faced each and every year. "I do tell you. I just hide some of the details to keep you from worrying."

Mum raised her brow with concern as she turned and set the beverages on the table. "And what would be going on that would worry us? I understand magic can be slightly dangerous, but it can't be that bad, right?"

"Well," I hesitated, "I told you I was taking part in a competition, right?" The pair nodded. "Fleur was in it as well. I actually won, believe it or not, though I won't get into the details. It hadn't been held for many years due to the risks."

"And do tell what exactly did these risks entailed?" dad pushed, clearly unhappy.

I sighed, preparing for the fight to keep attending Hogwarts. "Well, for one, we had to face a dragon and get a golden egg from it. Don't worry, though, I was able to relate to it and completed the task with ease. Fleur ended up getting hurt, though, which really scared and upset me." My eyes welled with tears, thinking back to the first challenge.

She smiled warmly, reaching over to give my arm a reassuring squeeze. "I'm alright," she replied. "See? No scars or anyzing."

"Dragons! How could they allow students to face such dangerous creatures!" mum cried in shock. I figured it was more because people had actually gotten hurt. Also, I assumed she was either trying to play down my secret or had forgotten it, though I doubted that.

I chuckled. If only my parents knew everything I had faced in my time at Hogwarts. "It was no big deal, really."

"Of course it is! How safe can that school really be if they have fire breathing dragons just flying around?" mum pressed.

Dad cleared his throat and shot her a pointed look. She glared at him for a moment for interrupting her rant, but quickly realized what the subject was and dropped it. I smiled at him, glad he was sticking up for me.

"Anyways, what else happened this year? You said in your letter you had met someone? Who do I need to have a certain conversation with?" dad demanded, folding his arms in front of him. He tried to have an air of authority and intimidation about him. It wasn't really fitting for him, and I laughed at the sight.

But as soon as the sound escaped me, nerves overwhelmed me. "Uh, yeah, that's a bit…complicated." I had no idea how my parents would receive the news of my relationship with another girl, so I hesitated.

"Do tell. Or else we will ask Fleur to spill," dad pressed.

I looked at Fleur, who nodded for me to continue. "Well, it is Fleur, actually."

Both parents blinked and looked between the two of us. "You're…dating Fleur?" mum asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, but it's complicated. You see, she's a magical creature known as a Veela. Perhaps you should explain it, since it's your heritage?" I looked to my mate for assistance.

Fleur nodded and began her spill about how Veela were able to seek out and find their mate, the only person in the world who would complete them. She revealed how, once our eyes met, we were connected for life, whether we completed the bond or not.

"What does this bond entail?" mum asked, leaning on the table, engrossed with the tale.

Fleur blushed. "Um, well, zat is somezing usually reserved for a Veela and 'er mate. We are very secretive creatures. But you are 'er parents…"

"It's alright, Fleur, they won't tell," I assured and continued for her, deciding to spare her the fate of telling my parents I was no longer a virgin. "It starts when a Veela locks eyes with her mate. After that, the mate can choose to accept the bond or not. If they do, the couple kisses, acknowledging the bond."

Dad, who had decided to take a sip at this point, spat the liquid out. He quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped up his mess, his face flush with embarrassment as he mumbled for me to continue.

"Well, in our case, we got to know each other a bit before we even kissed. I wanted to accept the bond, but I was hesitant due to my secret. One of the events during the Triwizard Tournament is the Yule Ball. It was at this point that I decided to tell Fleur about being a Dreki. So yeah, she knows about me.

"But anyways, we kind of had a fight for dominance, which I won, and we kissed and…completed the bond." My voice trailed off silently towards the end.

Mum's eyes narrowed, her voice stern. "And how did you complete the bond?"

Both mine and Fleur's eyes dropped to the table, suddenly very interested in our drinks. "We made love," I mumbled in confession.

"You what!"

Dad shot up, completely spilling his drink this time. His eyes shot between us as he clearly tried to process this information.

"Hermione, you're not even legal! I get hormones and young love and everything, but I thought we raised you better than that! Sex isn't something you can just throw around—once you give it away, that's it!"

"Dad, please," I begged, wanting him to calm down, though I figured he would be the one to blow up. "I love Fleur. There literally isn't anyone else for either of us. As a Dreki, my magical blood called out to her as well. I just wasn't able to fully realize her as my mate, but I felt it."

"That's all well and fine, but you're children!" he protested.

I cringed as I opened my mouth again, "Who are expecting."

Both of my parents deadpanned at us. "You're what." Mum's mouth was gaping open at the revelation.

"Fleur is pregnant," I repeated, my heart pounding with terror. "With twins. They're mine."

"Go to your room!" dad ordered, pointing in the general direction of my room.

I sighed as I rose, taking my mate's hand in mine. She was tense from the exchange, and I wanted to ease her nerves. I didn't want her to have to deal with my parents as they sorted everything out. I didn't want the babies to have to endure the stress from the situation either.

So I pulled Fleur after me upstairs. She slowed me down to look at the pictures that lined the way up the stairs, smiling at my younger self.

"You were so adorable," she mused. "Still are."

I rolled my eyes, smiling at her affection. Once we were in my room, I left the door open, knowing closing it would only further escalate the situation. Fleur moved about, taking in my belongings as I had done with hers. I told her stories of each item she picked up, trying to distract ourselves, and open my past to her.

We sat on my bed when she was satisfied. It was well after lunch by this point, but I didn't want to interrupt my parents. Even as both our stomachs rumbled angrily, we continued to discuss random topics. I wasn't able to expand much on my family, as only my dad had a sibling—an older brother who had moved to America after college. We didn't keep much contact with our family.

A little while later, mum entered the room with two plates of sandwiches, an uncertain smile on her face. "Thought you girls would be hungry," she muttered, quickly handing us the food.

"Merci," Fleur replied, eagerly taking the offered meal.

Mum hesitated at the door, turning back to look at us curiously. "Do you regret it?"

"No, mum, we don't," I answered. "We may not have been planning to get pregnant, but that doesn't mean we would change how things turned out. I love Fleur, and I would do everything exactly the same if I had the chance."

Fleur simply smiled, taking my hand in hers, nodding happily in agreement. Mum continued to watch us for a moment, though I couldn't read her expression. With a resigned sigh, she turned and left us to eat.

Fleur conjured two glasses and filled them with water so we wouldn't choke on the food. We remained upstairs, setting the plates to the side, and began to speculate quietly on how my parents were doing. They had gone outside to talk, knowing I would have been able to hear them otherwise. While I could hear their voices, it was a muted mumble, and I wasn't able to make out the words.

Their voices had escalated quite frequently during the first few hours. It was mostly dad, which wasn't surprising. While he was usually thoughtful and generous, he had a short temper when things didn't go as he had planned. With the severity of the situation, it really wasn't a wonder it was taking him so long to settle down enough to properly process everything.

Mum had always been the more levelheaded of the two. I had always done my best to earn their approval and make them proud. Dad had been completely taken back when they discovered I was a witch. He wasn't angry as he was now, but it was hard for his logical mind to wrap around. His plan had been altered so drastically, he had needed time to deal.

They had still loved and accepted me, supported me completely after he accepted the change. So I knew it would only take time once more for him to return to his kind and loving self.

And I wasn't wrong. Shortly before dinnertime, my parents made their way up to my room. Seeing us laying on my bed, each reading a book, dad cleared his throat.

We looked up, closing the books as we rose.

"Would you two like to go out to dinner or eat here?" dad asked. I could tell he was still uncomfortable but was trying.

I looked at Fleur who shrugged. "Why don't we go out," I offered. "That way we won't have to be forced into an even more awkward silence." Dad snickered, knowing that would have indeed been the case.

"Alright, why don't we go get ready and we can head out," mum offered. I nodded and the two retreated to their room. I grabbed the plates and led Fleur back downstairs, giving her a small tour of the house along the way to the kitchen. Even though it wasn't grand like her own house, she seemed to enjoy it, liking the warmth and intimacy of it.

My parents joined us and we clamored into dad's car, pulling away as we discussed where to eat. We settled on a small diner not too far from home, as Fleur stated her willingness to eat the English food.

We parked and got out, heading into the restaurant. The waiter took one look at Fleur and lost all control of his facial functions. I had been able to feel her thrall trying to ease the atmosphere and nudged her arm to pull it back a bit.

She complied, smiling apologetically, though the young man remained in his stupor, drooling after my mate.

This irritated me, and I fought the urge to growl, so I snapped at him instead. "Don't you know it's rude to stare," I seethed. "It's even less becoming to drool, especially since she's taken."

The man's gaze flickered to me for a split second before returning to Fleur. He tried to speak, but it came out in a garbled mess. About this time, an older woman came forward. Her name was Donna, the owner of the restaurant.

"Nathan!" she called the waiter. He blinked and turned to look at his boss. "Why haven't you seated them yet? Are you giving these fine people problems?" He simply shook his head, finally wiping the drool from his mouth. Donna realized this and fussed at the boy, kicking him to the kitchen for the evening.

My parents shot us a confused look over the situation, but I shook my head. We would tell them at the table.

"Hello, Donna," mum greeted the woman. We had often come here while I was growing up and over the summers when I was home. My parents were well acquainted with the tiny woman.

"Hello, Granger's, it's good to see you. Sorry about that excuse of an employee. He has a tendency to stumble around beautiful women, though that's no reason for poor performance. Dinner is on the house tonight as an apology," Donna offered.

Dad shook his head, "While I appreciate the offer, I won't take free food. It's too delicious to not be paid for."

The woman chuckled, "It will—by coming out of that boy's paycheck."

Dad laughed, approving of the woman's tactics. "Very well, we will take you up on it, then." She nodded, satisfied, and led us to a table, promising a more competent waiter. She left and had another woman come to get our drinks and take our orders.

When she left, mum turned to us. "Care to explain what that was about?"

"It's a Veela thing," I explained. "Fleur has an aura about her called thrall that can seduce people around her. And before you even think it, thrall had practically no affect on me before I accepted the bond."

Dad's brows raised in concern. "So, what, you're like a sexual creature or something?" Fleur blushed and nodded confirmation. "If this thrall is supposed to affect everyone, why didn't I really notice a change? Or Elizabeth?"

"Ze zrall doesn't work on straight women. And as far as yourself, you 'ave a strong enough will to resist its pull. But don't zink I 'ave zrown myself around because I 'ad ze opportunity. Even zough we are sexual by nature, I 'ave only been with 'ermione. I was never one to give into my nature before 'er."

This oddly seemed to please dad some, as he nodded with a small smile.

The food was brought out, and we all dug in. Fleur talked a bit about her school and family, the conversation becoming easier as time flew by.

As the days past, my parents became more accepting of my relationship and the idea of becoming grandparents. They still weren't completely thrilled about it, wishing we would have waited a bit longer, but they were managing.

I was truly grateful, as I knew I needed to broach a certain topic with them.

So I made my way downstairs one morning to speak with them. Fleur had been required to sleep in the guest bedroom, which we had willingly accepted. I missed being close to her, snuggling with her at night and waking to her with a kiss each morning. But I wasn't going to push my parents.

They were sitting in the kitchen, eating breakfast and sipping their coffee before work. They had originally taken turns going to the practice so they could spend time with us, but now they were both needed back. They were the only dentists in the area, so they were quite successful.

"Good morning, pumpkin," dad greeted as he looked up from the newspaper.

"Hey," I returned, sitting down anxiously. "So, I wanted to talk to you about something. I want you to know that whatever you say won't change my decision, and I've already spoken to Fleur's parents about it as well."

My parents seemed uncertain and shifted uneasily. "What is it, dear?" mum asked, urging me to continue.

I drew a deep breath. "I want to propose to Fleur. I know we won't be able to get married for a while, as I'm too young and still in school and everything. But I want to commit to her, if she'd have me. I love her so much. I just wanted to let you know."

The couple stared at me for several moments, processing this news.

Finally, mum smiled. "Hermione, I think that's great. I'm glad that you're determined to be with Fleur. Given the situation, I doubt she would refuse you. It's nice to see you stepping up and taking responsibility for your actions."

Dad sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I suppose I have to agree with your mother, don't I? You have always had a good head on your shoulders and think things through for some time before making decisions. We are here for you."

I grinned, getting up to hug my parents. I was truly happy they were supporting me, though I would have gone through with the proposal either way. "Thank you, truly. Fleur's family wants to be there when I pop the question, so I figure we could meet up for dinner sometime. They want to meet you anyways, so that is the perfect opportunity."

My parents nodded, and I remained chatting with them until they left for work. Once they were gone, I made my way to my room to write out a letter to the Delacour's. They had lent us an owl that remained in Fleur's room for the visit. That way it would be easier to contact them when the time came.

So when the blonde woke, I told her about my parents wanting to meet hers, which she was happy for. Tying the letter to the owl, we sent it off to France with several treats for the job.

I pulled Fleur after me and prepared eggs and bacon for breakfast, eating and discussing what to do for the day. Fleur had offered little help in that department, though I couldn't blame her. I was a bit horny, but I was too terrified about having sex under my parent's roof.

"So you will sleep with me at my 'ome, but not yours?" she frowned, clearly unhappy.

I sighed, "Fleur, your family is far more open than mine. You saw how they reacted about learning we had sex—do you really want their wrath for doing it here?"

"Non, but what zey don't know won't 'urt zem, will it?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's not that easy, love. I don't think I could do that here. I'm sorry, but unless you planned to go someplace else where we could…" I paused, remembering there was another place we hadn't been to in a while.

"'ermione?" Fleur asked after a moment of my silence.

"Fleur, we do have a place. My birth parent's house! I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner! They will be so happy to learn you're pregnant. At least I hope so. Otherwise we'll have to endure their displeasure as well, though I'm not as worried about them disowning me or anything."

Before I could even chuckle at the thought, Fleur was standing up. She pulled her wand out and flicked the dishes to clean themselves. "I remember 'ow it was. I will apparate us zere." In the next instant, I was being taken from my adoptive parent's house to my birth parents'.

We arrived and Fleur turned to me eagerly, throwing herself at me. I had lost my senses with the sudden ambush, kissing my mate deeply as we moaned into each other.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled us apart, and we were greeted by the amused image of my parents.

"Well some people are in a hurry," Emily mused, a smirk painted on her face.

I blushed. "Uh, hey mum and dad. Sorry to drop in so unexpectedly."

"Nonsense! This is technically your home. Besides, it's always good to see you dear. How are you both doing?" Lewis greeted.

"Great," I replied. "I won the Triwizard Tournament, and Fleur's pregnant with twins." My parents gasped, squealing excitedly at the news. "Now before I go and get carried away with conversation, I have to apologize. I have a mate to take care of."

Dad chuckled, "Of course, dear, go have fun."

I rolled my eyes, blushing again, and pulled Fleur up after me. After entering the master bedroom, I locked and warded the room, making sure there were a few silencing charms this time. Turning to the Veela, I quickly removed our clothes with a wordless flick of my wand before placing it on the dresser.

Fleur moved towards me, kissing me again while her hands kneaded my breasts. I returned the attention to her own, quickly pushing her to the bed. I climbed on top of her as she scooted back, our lips joining again eagerly.

I snaked a hand down and began to rub the swollen nub, feeling the slickness of her arousal in the process. She moaned and threw her head back, which I took advantage of and left a dark bruise on her pulse point.

Fleur grabbed my hair and pulled back, earning an eager growl from me.

I relinquished attention on her clit and moved to plunge two fingers into my mate. She cried out in pleasure and began to rock her hips, riding my fingers as I thrust into her repeatedly.

"Mon Dieu, you feel so good," she breathed as her nails scratched down my back. I shivered with desire at the sensation and sped up my pace. She cried with each jolt as I pounded her with my fingers.

Leaning back, I used my other hand to work relentlessly on her clit, causing her to grip the covers tightly. After several minutes, I felt her tense around me.

"Cum for me, Fleur," I ordered hungrily. She quickly complied, rocking with the shockwaves that coursed through her body. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. No matter how frequently we made love, no matter how much I saw her exposed and vulnerable like this, I absolutely loved it. I would never get enough of my mate.

After she caught her breath, the Veela flipped our positions, returning the favor to me. I felt her slip inside me, felt my walls grip her, needing to be filled. Her pace was far more controlled, knowing exactly how to move, where to touch to elicit the most pleasure from me. In a situation like this, having a Veela for a mate was literally mind-blowing.

I didn't often lose myself like this, letting Fleur control the pace, but I was more than enjoying myself at the moment. It was like she was moving intentionally slowly, not enough to get me to my peak, but plenty to keep me invested in my pleasure.

"Fleur, more," I begged, growing to need my release. She complied, keeping her thrusts steady, while she worked my swollen clit quicker. I moaned loudly, relishing the sensation. It amazed me how something as small as the nub could fill me with such immense bliss.

I began to focus on the feeling that was building in me, knowing it wasn't going to be much longer before I had my release.

Sensing this, though, Fleur eased up on her massage. I cried out in frustration, rocking my hips to try to garner the friction I so desperately needed. The pressure had faded a bit before Fleur picked back up, slowly working me into a frenzy once more. I felt myself nearing climax again, only to be forced to lose it as Fleur eased for a second time.

"Fleur, please!" I cried, angry and frustrated that she was torturing me so. "Please fuck me! Please let me cum! I need to cum so hard, please!"

She relented, thrusting into me faster, curling her fingers to hit that oh-so-sweet spot as she pounded me. The attention to my aching clit was even better, and I was quickly building the pleasure once more.

As I neared for yet another time, though, Fleur didn't let up. Instead, she sped up, sending me into oblivion as I was forced into one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced.

I twisted and writhed under her control, arching off the bed as I shouted in ecstasy. I had no control over my body, my ears ringing with the noise coming from me. I gripped onto anything I could, trying to ground myself as I was made to endure and ride out the entirety of my orgasm.

After several more moments, I was extremely sensitive and was rolling away to get a reprieve from my mate, who was clearly aroused from by my explosion.

So I pushed her down on her back and slid between her legs, devouring her as though I had never eaten a day in my life, quickly sending her into another climax of her own. I decided I would wait to make her pay for edging me so painfully sweet when she wasn't expecting it.

After casting a quick Scourgify, we dressed and returned to talk to my parent's painting again. They smirked as we sat down, fully aware of what we had been doing.

Even though I didn't have the deepest relationship with my parents, I still blushed and averted my eyes.

"Well that sure took a while," dad chuckled, making me blush deeper.

Fleur just grinned. "Wouldn't be good ozerwise, now would it?"

"Fleur!" I cried in horror. How could my girlfriend entertain my parents' perverseness? The trio laughed at me, and I sighed in defeat.

"You really would 'ave gotten along quite well with my parents," Fleur mused.

Dad smiled sadly, "Yes, I wish we had gotten the chance to meet them in life. Now back to what you had said before getting distracted—you won the Triwizard Tournament?"

I frowned. "Yeah, I did. But things went horribly wrong after I reached the trophy. It was a Portkey and transported me to a graveyard. Harry had been given a necklace that activated when I won and went with me…You-Know-Who is alive. He's back…"

My parents gasped in horror. "Hermione, get out of here! Go! Anywhere but Britain. You're not safe here anymore. Fleur, take Hermione and get her out of here. You have to protect her—she's our only child, part of a dying species," dad begged.

Fleur hesitated and looked between me and the painting. "Dad, I can't leave," I supplied for my mate. "My friends need me. Harry will need me to help him defeat that monster."

"I don't care," dad protested. "He can get the rest of the school to help—you're life is far more valuable."

I held my ground. "Fleur is pregnant with twin's dad. She's carrying a boy and a girl, which makes it extremely likely that at least one will be a Dreki, too. The line won't end with me. I will help Harry fight. I refuse to run away and be scared. I refuse to let my children grown up in a world with that monster. I will protect my mate and our children, no matter what."

I turned to Fleur, daring her to argue with me. Luckily, she remained silent, letting me hold my position.

"I understand that, dear, but…if it's revealed that you're a Dreki, they won't hesitate to hunt and kill you…" I could hear the hurt and fear in dad's voice, but I still wasn't giving up. I wouldn't let him sway me.

But I softened up as he had. "I know, believe me. The killing curse isn't a joke. But what happens if I don't fight? If he wins, we will be hunted for associating with Harry in the first place. He saw me—he will remember me. I have to fight. I have to try to save my family from my fears. If I lose, then I'll just get to join you."

At that, I heard Fleur sniffle. I turned to her as she wiped a tear. "I'm sorry. I know zat I can't stop you from 'elping 'arry, but…" she trailed off, unable to voice what could happen.

I sighed, regretting how this conversation had turned, and pulled her close to me. I breathed in honey and flowers as I inhaled deeply. It was my favorite scent now, surpassing even parchment and ink.

"I know, love. I'm sorry. I don't ever want to hurt you, but I have to do this. And no, I refuse to let you endanger yourself, so don't even try to argue with me. You need to take care of the kids when the time comes."

She took a deep breath. "I know, and I will. But I still want to be zere for you. I can't be far from you—you're still my mate. We can't be apart long with ze bond complete. It would 'urt too much. I won't fight you on a lot, but I will on zat."

I nodded, agreeing with the blonde. I didn't want to be apart from her more than we had to be anyways. I hated just sleeping in separate rooms.

We changed the subject, as my parents knew I wasn't backing down. There wasn't anything they could actually do to stop me anyways, so they let me be.

It wasn't long until we were laughing again, enjoying the company. But as the day drew on, we decided to leave and grab some food, promising to visit again when we could.

The next afternoon, Fleur and I were sitting in the living room watching TV. She had her lets draped over me, and I was massaging her feet. A tap at the window drew me from the show, looking to see what the sound was.

I spotted the white and brown barn owl that belonged to Fleur's family looking expectantly inside, a letter tied to its leg. I got up and opened the window, letting the owl flutter inside and rest on the back of the couch, cooing happily for the break from flying. I chuckled as I retrieved the snacks, giving a few to the exhausted bird before taking the letter.

I kept Fleur from seeing the letter in case her parents mentioned anything about our plan. They hadn't, but were looking forward to meeting my parents, telling us to suggest a place to meet for dinner or something.

I discussed this with my parents that evening, and we quickly settled on a rather high end restaurant. After all, this was where I planned on getting engaged.

Mum had given me the ring dad had proposed to her with. It had been his grandmother's wedding ring that had been passed down as an heirloom. It meant the world to me to be able to continue the tradition of love this ring had seen—each woman it had been given to lived long and happy lives with the man who had offered it. I hoped it would work for a woman, too, though I could identify with the masculine as well.

I had gotten the ring sized to fit Fleur, something my parents had broached on my request. They had asked Fleur if she would get a school ring since she had graduated. She hadn't heard of such a tradition, and so my parents explained that when a student would be leaving for the college or the real world, they would purchase a ring to remind them of their high school. Mum then took Fleur's hand and guessed her size, which Fleur corrected.

With that, I had been able to adjust the ring with magic, ensuring it would fit my mate perfectly.

And so the day came to meet with Fleur's family. She asked why I was such a nervous wreck, which I excused as wanting our parents to get along. Hers had been so open and accepting of our relationship, while my own had been more hesitant and temperamental.

"That's silly, mon amour. Zey will love each ozer because zey want our 'appiness," she replied as we headed downstairs. My parents were still getting ready, wanting to make a good impression, having heard the Delacour's were a family of prestige.

"I know, but you know how I am—always the worrywart." The blonde chuckled with agreement, which earned her a playful smack. "You were supposed to deny that and stick up for me."

She grinned, "Even against yourself, hmm?"

"Especially against myself," I returned with a teasing frown.

We continued to make small talk, teasing each other and laughing until my parents joined us. It was almost time to head to the restaurant, so dad went to start the car. Mum held me back while Fleur followed dad.

"Do you have it?" she whispered, not wanting the Veela's enhanced hearing to listen in.

I nodded, pulling out the small box from the pocket I had extended to hold it. She smiled and pulled me in for a hug. When we pulled apart, we joined our significant others and left.

"Are you sure they didn't want us to pick them up anywhere?" dad asked, still uneasy about forcing Fleur's parents to arrive on their own. He didn't want to put them out of their way for such an important event.

"Oui, zey will 'ave 'ired a driver for ze duration of zeir stay. It's no problem, I assure you," Fleur replied for the tenth time. "Zey don't want to trouble you or put you out by 'aving to drive zem everywhere. Zis way zey can sightsee. Besides, we would need two cars for everyone to fit anyways."

Dad raised his hand in surrender. "Alright, alright, I just didn't want to be rude or have them get lost."

Fleur smiled, "I understand and appreciate ze concern. You're very kind."

We arrived at the restaurant a little early, which worked for me. It allowed me to be able to breathe and try to calm myself some. This was a huge deal to me, and I wanted it to go perfectly.

After we checked in, the hostess showed us to our table. We sat down, with my parents to my side so Fleur's family could be next to her. I had heard Gabi was excited to see more of the British wizarding world, so I had already promised to take her to Diagon Alley.

A few minutes later, I spotted the familiar faces of the Delacour's, who were being led in our direction. If having one Veela's thrall filling the restaurant wasn't distracting enough, three present was a lost cause. All eyes, men and women alike, were on us. Or rather on the breathtaking women who oozed beauty, grace, and sex.

Even my own parents weren't unaffected by the company. Mum's mouth was slightly gaping open as she stared at Apolline. I, along with Nicolas, was able to keep a level head, having been around the trio of Veela enough to withstand their thrall. As such, I was the one who tried to break the scene by clearing my throat, looking at the women expectantly.

They glanced around, seeing the scene they were creating and apologized, reducing their sex appeal.

"I apologize for zat," Apolline stated. "Seems ze anticipation of ze evening caused us to get carried away."

The tension eased a bit, though many eyes lingered on the blonde's. I had to withhold a growl, knowing that this wasn't the place to reveal the presence of magical beings. I just couldn't help but feel jealous and possessive—it should have been obvious Fleur was taken with her ever-growing baby bump. It still wasn't too big, but I was in love with it nonetheless.

Mum snapped from her stupor, shaking her head clear of the effects of the thrall. "Of course," she replied and smiled, rising from her seat. "I'm Elizabeth Granger. It's a pleasure to meet you; we've heard so much about you."

Mum reached her hand out, only to be embraced by the French woman instead, clearly surprising her.

"Bonjour, Elizabeth, I'm Apolline. Ze pleasure is all ours. Zis is my 'usband, Nicolas, and our youngest, Gabrielle."

We finished exchanging hugs and greetings, finally sitting down after the long affair. It threw my parents off at just how friendly and affection the French were. I just chuckled as their eyes widened at the kisses placed on each cheek that left my parents with bright blushes.

A waiter came and received our drink orders before leaving to fetch them.

"I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting here," dad started, and I saw Fleur shake her head with an amused smile.

"Non, of course not! It's a lovely place; zank you for inviting us," Nicolas smiled.

"Suppose we should be thanking our daughters for that," dad mused.

Apolline nodded, "Oui, zat is true. 'ow is ze pregnancy progressing, Fleur?"

"Fine," she answered. "I'm enjoying ze peace before zey get more active and keep me in ze bathroom."

The older Veela laughed, "I remember what zat was like—you always 'ad a knack for kicking my bladder. I do 'ope you 'ave to endure zat."

Mum smiled sadly, "I wish I had been able to experience that. But I wouldn't change adopting Hermione—she's the best child we could have ever asked for, and we're grateful to have her."

The table was full of smiles as our drinks were set before us. We took a moment to look at the menus and order before returning to conversation. The adults discussed their work, though the Delacour's had to be a bit quiet, as magic was entailed. I was surprised at how well my parents were handling the in depth descriptions, doing their best to understand the magical terms and such.

The discussions continued, revolving mostly around me and Fleur growing up and all of our embarrassing stories, much to our chagrin. When the meal was winding down, I excused myself to use the bathroom, glancing at the adults with a nervous grin.

I went in and took several deep breaths to calm myself, splashing my face with water. Dried off, I reached in my pocket and pulled the small box out, opening it to make sure the ring was in it, though I knew it was. I had been overly paranoid to the point of even placing a tracker on the item in the event I lost it. The band was silver, a lone small diamond standing out on top.

I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I was doing the right thing with the right person. I was in love with Fleur and wanted to spend forever with her. While forever was uncertain, I at least wanted her to be mine for as long as possible in whatever way we could have.

Releasing a long breath, I gathered up my Gryffindor courage and strode back to the table with my head held high. I was a woman on a mission, and it terrified me. I knew Fleur wouldn't reject me, but I couldn't help my nerves.

When I arrived, I remained standing. Fleur was laughing at something Gabi had said, and I smiled. I loved her melodious laugh. I loved everything about her.

I cleared my throat, earning the eyes of everyone at the table. My own, though, were locked on the pair that were as blue and deep as the ocean. She smiled but looked confused. It was now or never. And so I lowered to my knee.

"Fleur, I know that we have known each other for a little less than a year. But in that time, I discovered another half of myself I wasn't even looking for—a part of me I wasn't aware I was missing. They say true love is magical, and I now know it's true. Our love is magical and connects us on a spiritual level.

"As we have gotten to know each other and grow closer, I find myself loving you more and more with each passing day. It's beyond comprehension how deeply I love you. And now you are carrying my children, making me the happiest person in the world. But if it should be possible, I'd like to be even happier…By asking for your hand in marriage."

I pulled out the box, opening it before my amazing mate. She gasped, covering her mouth, as tears spilled down her porcelain cheeks. I couldn't resist the urge to wipe them from her face, an apprehensive smile on my lips as I waited for her answer.

"'ermione…Are you serious? Is zis real?" she cried.

"Of course, Fleur. I love you; you're my mate. There is no one else in the entire world I could ever want to be with. You are the woman of my dreams, and I want you to be the woman of my forever."

More tears fell as she nodded excitedly. "Oui, 'ermione! Oui forever, mon amour!"

My heart swelled with pride and joy, and I slid the ring on her finger. She studied it for a while, looking as if the situation was surreal. After a moment, she turned back to me and threw herself at me, kissing me deeply.

The room exploded in cheers and applause, causing us to laugh. I was on cloud nine, overjoyed with how perfect everything had turned out.

"So zis is why my family is really 'ere, isn't it?" my fiancée laughed.

I blushed, "Yeah, I kind of asked them if I could propose before we left France. Naturally I wanted them to be here for you. But I also wanted our parents to meet and get along and everything. I really couldn't have asked for a better night. Thank you for loving me."

Fleur smiled softly, "It's only too easy, mon amour, even without my 'eritage. Zat just told me it was you who I would love with every fiber of my being."

I smiled and kissed her again, and the rest of the evening was just as incredible.