A/N: Here we are. Last chapter. :) and :(

Mrs. Weasley had outdone herself again. The dinner, which consisted of turkey, potatoes,stuffing, various vegetables, and home-baked rolls, was extravagantly delicious. Even though there was nothing special about the dinner (at least not yet), Mrs. Weasley felt that a visit from her eldest son was reason enough to go above and beyond regular dinner standards.

"Mum," Bill said, half-way through chewing his food, "this dinner is delicious. You didn't have to go through the trouble of cooking all this."

"Don't be foolish, Bill. Your visiting is the nicest surprise we have had in a while." Mrs. Weasley reasoned.

"I'm sure it'll be out-shined in a few minutes." Ron mumbled as he stuffed more potatoes into his mouth. Ron was well aware of the fact that Hermione and Fleur were coming out to the rest of the family tonight.

"What was that, Ronald?" Mrs. Weasley asked sharply.

Ron straightened up. "Nothing, Mum."

Hermione threw Ron an angry look that specifically said "Don't-annoy-your-mother-tonight-you-fool." Hermione turned to Fleur, who was sitting on her left, and murmured "Does Bill know about us?"

"Oui, chérie." Fleur said quietly.

Bill took a deep breath, and glanced at Fleur, who nodded. He took his fork and clinked it against his glass. "Ahem. Well. I have some news for you all." He took Fleur's hand. "Fleur and I do, anyway."

Mrs. Weasley glanced suspiciously from Bill to Fleur. Then out of nowhere she burst into tears. "I'm going to be a grandmother! Ohh!!" she sobbed happily into Mr. Weasley's sweater.

Bill's face paled. That little outburst had just made telling his mother the truth ten times worse. "Er, no, Mum. Fleur's not pregnant."

Mrs. Weasley, with a look of surprise on her face, quickly pulled away from her husband and dried her face off with her napkin. "Oh, terribly sorry dear. Do go on."

"Well, er...the thing is, Mum and Dad, Fleur and I...well..we're...not together anymore. The engagement is off."

Mrs. Weasley stared at Bill, then at Fleur. She burst into more tears. In between sobbing the family heard phrases such as "My own son!" and "Broken engagement!".

Bill glanced at Fleur, and then at Hermione, who looked rather terrified. "Maybe you should wait until another day to come out to my family." Bill muttered at Fleur.

But there was a firm glint in Fleur's icy blue eyes. "Non, Bill. It cannot wait any longer." she said quietly.

"Fleur, maybe Bill's right." Hermione said. Her voice had gotten very shrilly, even as she whispered. "Maybe we should just wait until later."

Fleur threw Hermione an annoyed and firm glance. "'ermione. What 'ave I told you? You must be proud. The family will know tonight. Oui?"

Hermione nodded, terror streaking through every fiber of her being. "R-right."

Bill sighed. "Whatever, Fleur." he murmured.

This time, it was Fleur who clinked her fork against her glass. "Excuse me, but I 'ave somezing to tell you all as well." Fleur put her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "'ermione and I do."

Hermione was quaking from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Ginny shot Hermione a comforting glance and nodded ever so slightly. Hermione looked at Harry and Ron, who were both staring at their plates, dreading the chaos that they assumed would rear its ugly head in a few moments.

"Molly. Arthur." Fleur started. "And ze rest of you who do not know, I 'ave an announcement. Hermione and I are together."

Hermione spat out the potatoes that were currently residing in her mouth, causing the spray of the spuds to land all over the table. She hadn't expected Fleur to be so blunt about it! She could have at least eased the Weasleys into the information!

Molly and Arthur stared at Fleur, mouths open (well, Arthur's was, anyway). "WHAT?!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "TOGETHER?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS MAGIC DOES THAT MEAN?" she yelled, though she knew what Fleur had meant.

Hermione winced, but she knew she had to stick up for her and Fleur's relationship. "W-well, Mrs. Weasley. Well, Fleur and I...that is, well..." Hermione suddenly heard Fleur's strong, passionate voice in her head. "Be proud, 'ermione. Never forget zat." She straightened up. "We're together, Mrs. Weasley. I have very strong feelings for her, and I can't wait to see where life takes us."

Mrs. Weasley stared at Hermione, her bottom lip trembling. "Oh, but dear, I had so wished that you and my Ronny would get married, and give me beautiful grandchildren." Mrs. Weasley started hiccuping and choking, then more tears started pouring down her face.

"Now, Molly, dear. Everything is fine. We still love Hermione, no matter what." Mr. Weasley rubbed his wife's back soothingly.

"Oh, b-but Arthur. The grandchildren!"

"Dearest, we have six other children to give us beautiful grandchildren. Don't fret." Mr. Weasley murmured.

Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley threw down her napkin that she had been using to dry her tears. She glared with red-rimmed eyes at the French witch sitting on the table. "You! You've done this! You've turned poor Hermione into a...a..dyke!"

Cries of "Mum!" and "Oh my god!" came from her children around the table.

Bill looked like he was losing his patience. But before he could get a word out, Fleur jumped to her feet. "'ow dare you. 'ow dare you presume zis to be all my fault. Lesbianism is not somezing that can be forced on a person. It is who you are. 'ermione is not changed at all. She is still ze brilliant, beautiful bookworm zat she 'as always been!" Fleur gave Mrs. Weasley one last disgusted look, turned on her heel, and strode towards her bedroom.

Hermione, whose face was as red as a tomato, stared down at her plate, wishing she was anywhere but there.

"So," Ron said, breaking the silence after a few moments, "could anyone pass the stuffing?"

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Fleur was angrily throwing things into her suitcase, getting ready to Floo herself to, well, she didn't exactly know where. She wasn't welcome at home, and she definitely wasn't welcome at the Weasleys anymore. Fleur slammed herself down onto her bed, and held her head in her hands.

The door opened, and Fleur felt someone sit down next to her. Hermione took Fleur's head in her hands, and placed a gentle kiss on her girlfriend's lips. "S'alright Fleur." Hermione murmured softly. "Mrs. Weasley has been busying herself by cleaning up the kitchen. I'm sure she'll come around. Besides, everyone else took it well. Actually," Hermione said, with an amused smile, "Fred handed George some Sickles after you made the announcement, so I'm sure they had a bet on if we were together or not."

Fleur laughed softly. "Zose two, you never know with zem."

They both glanced up as they heard a gentle knocking on the door. Hermione stood up, hesitated, then walked over the door. "Who is it?" she said quietly.

"Ginny. Open up."

Hermione wrenched the door open, then yanked her friend into the room. "Oh, Gin. I'd hoped against hope that your Mum wouldn't react like that."

Ginny sighed. "I know, but honestly, what do you really expect? I think that, in time, she'll get over it. She still loves you, Hermione. She just blames everything on Fleur." Ginny turned to Fleur. "No offense."

Fleur ran a hand through her hair. "I know, Ginny."

Another knock sounded on the door. The three girls eyed the door suspiciously. "Probably Ron and Harry." Ginny said. She got up, strode to the door, and opened it. It revealed a very frazzled looking Mrs. Weasley. Ginny looked taken again. "M-mum?"

"Ginny, dear, please leave Fleur, Hermione, and I alone for a few moments. There, there, out you go." she said, shoving her daughter out of the room. Mrs. Weasley sat down in a chair and clasped her hands together. "Now, girls, I can't say that I approve of your relationship, but I...I..." Mrs. Weasley seemed to be struggling with the words. "I accept it. And I'm sorry for overreacting."

Hermione and Fleur were astounded. This was a complete 180 from Mrs. Weasley's earlier behavior. "Well...well, thank you." Fleur managed to say.

Hermione smiled, got up, and hugged Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Hermione. You know I do so love you as a second daughter, don't you?" Mrs. Weasley bubbled.

"Of course, Mrs. Weasley."

Molly wrung her hands. "Well, I'll just...leave you two girls alone." She stopped before she walked out of the door. "And girls," she said, waggling her finger at them, "keep it respectable, please."

Hermione giggled and held Fleur's hand. She waited until Mrs. Weasley left the room. "Fleur, listen. I know we have a bumpy ride." Hermione leaned in and gave Fleur another little kiss. "But I want you to know, I'm there with you every step of the way."

Fleur smiled. "And I will be zere with you as well, mon lapin."

5 years later...

Hermione beamed as the nurse handed her the beautiful little baby that she had given birth to just a while ago. "She's beautiful." Hermione whispered.

"Zat she is, mon amour." Fleur smiled and stroked the baby's little head. "What shall we name 'er, 'ermione?"

"Amelie?" Hermione suggested.

"Non, it does fit 'er. 'ow about Anaïs?

Hermione smiled and looked down at her beautiful daughter. "What about it, sweetheart. Anaïs?" The baby cooed. Hermione looked up and took Fleur's hand. "Our baby is the most beautiful baby I've ever seen." Hermione said quietly, not wanting wake her little angel.

"Oui, she is. She takes after 'er mother."

Suddenly the peaceful tranquility of the quiet hospital room was broken as a little bunch of people (one of whom was squealing) burst into the room.

"Hermione! Oh my god, your baby is so cute!" Ginny squealed. "Can I hold her?"

Hermione smiled. "'Course you can, Gin."

Ron and Harry grinned, and stood beside the bed. "What did you name her, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Anaïs."

"Anigh-what? What in the name of arse does that mean?" Ron grunted.

"Charming, Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's a French name, you git."

Harry put his finger by Anaïs' small hand, and she latched her little fingers onto his finger. He smiled. "She's so beautiful, Hermione. You and Fleur really are lucky."

"Oui," Fleur agreed. "We really are."

A/N: Oh my...wow. It's finally done. I can't believe it. It's done. That's going to take a while to sink in. I hope you've all enjoyed the ride!! I know I have. :)