SEDUCED BY A VEELA
Chapter 28 – Complete Happiness
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The babies sudden kicks seemed to confirm that statement and they both laughed. For the next hour Hermione talked to her son and daughter and read them some poetry while classical music played in the background. It was one of their best nights yet.
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As the months progressed, so did the pregnancy, the size of Fleur's stomach, Hermione's cravings and moodiness and all around anticipation and panic. But Fleur wouldn't trade it for anything. As a married couple, life couldn't be sweeter. However, since Hermione was laughing one minute and crying the next, they decided to take a leave of absence from their job.
That lasted for all of a week before Hermione was going mad.
Fleur, wise as always, decided to have a chat with the Minister himself and they came up with the perfect plan: Hermione and Fleur would work from home.
Their cases would be brought to them by an elf that had been in Hermione's employ for a while and whom she trusted implicitly. Rook would go by the office in the morning, pick up their files, come by the house, work all day, and then he would return the files to the office in the evening.
Rook was patient and understood his mistress more than anyone else besides Fleur. He would bring her tea and biscuits whenever he noticed she was a little beside herself. Chocolate made miraculous appearances whenever she was in a lousy mood. And the softest hankies were also available whenever she was teary eyed.
Fleur loved him to pieces for being so good to her wife and so thoughtful to her every need. She was seriously considering offering him and his wife permanent jobs as their personal helpers once the bébés were born.
That afternoon, since Hermione was in a very pleasant mood, she and Rook had decided to go by the office to check on things and see their coworkers. Fleur had called her parents since there was something she wanted to discuss with them without her wife being present. She had called Emma and William at the last minute, as well as Ginny and Lizzie.
When everyone was gathered in the living room, Fleur waited for Apolline and Emma to finish serving tea before she told them what her plans were.
"Darling, is everything alright? Where is Hermione?" Emma asked. As much as she tried, she couldn't keep the worry out of her voice. "Are you and the babies okay?"
"Everything is just wonderful. Please do not worry. It is just 'zat I wanted to give 'Ermione a gift, but I will need a lot of 'elp if I want 'zis to 'appen before 'ze bébés are 'ere."
"Anything you want, my dear," William said.
"What is it you want to give 'er, ma petite?" Apolline asked.
"I want to buy 'er a new 'ome and 'ave everything moved into it while we are in 'ze 'ospital 'aving 'ze bébés. I would like to go from 'ze 'ospital to 'ze 'ouse and 'ave 'er find out 'zen."
Fleur had to try her very best to keep from laughing out loud. The matching looks of horror on the faces of her parents and in-laws were priceless. Ginny went pale and choked on her tea. Surprisingly, Lizzie just smiled as if it was the best idea she had heard in months.
"A 'ome, you say?" her father repeated stupidly.
"Oh, dear," was Emma's comment and she sipped her tea.
"Mon Dieu, Fleur Isabelle Delacour!" cried her mother.
William just stared at her open mouthed.
"Bloody hell," Ginny whispered and looked perplexed.
A giggle finally escaped Fleur and Lizzie's smile grew bigger.
"Is something 'ze matter?"
"Fleur, ma belle, you do know you are due in a month, right?" her mother tried.
"With twins no less!" William finally said. "There is no time to find a home with such little time. And we would have to move the nursery. Armand and I spent hours working on it!"
"Seems to me like you all forget 'zere will be magic involved in moving 'zis flat into a new and bigger 'ome. My wife and bébés will need a much bigger place to live in and be comfortable. 'Ze bébés will need a yard to play in and Rufus will need room to run."
"Who the hell is Rufus?" William asked confused, patting his forehead with a handkerchief.
Fleur laughed. "Rufus is 'ze Yorkie 'Ermione wants as a pet and 'e needs to be in 'ze 'ouse by 'ze time we move in as well."
"So not only do we need to find you and 'Ermione a new 'ome, we also need to find a bloody pet?" Armand asked outraged. "Merde! Fleur Isabelle, 'ave you lost your mind?"
Apolline patted his knee as if to calm him down. "Relax, Armand, surely Fleur is only joking, right, dear?"
"Non! I am very serious about 'zis. If you won't 'elp me, I will find someone who is willing to."
Everyone started speaking at once, hands flying in different directions, curse words floating around, and frowns marring features. Fleur leaned back against the sofa and rubbed her belly.
A loud whistle startled everyone into complete silence as they all turned to look at Lizzie in amazement. She stood up and walked over to Fleur. After putting a hand on her shoulder, she smiled reassuringly at her.
"Seems to me like we're wasting precious time here. If Fleur wants to give Hermione a new house as a gift, then by Merlin, we will make it happen. I have a friend who is a realtor and he can find us a home in no time. We just need to give him an area they like and specifications for the home. As far as Rufus, there are plenty of pet shops around London and I can personally go and find him. Moving is as easy as shrinking this flat and taking everything to the new home when they go to the hospital. Rook and his wife can easily do that. Complaining and putting Fleur on the spot for wanting to do something nice for Hermione isn't going to help us!"
Everyone looked at Lizzie in surprise. The next second, shame filled their faces. Ginny, however, looked like she wanted to take Lizzie somewhere private and ravish her senseless! Fleur smiled at her and mouthed a thank you.
"Our apologies, dear," William started. "Of course we can find a new home for you. We just panicked, is all."
The rest nodded in agreement.
"Bon. Now 'zat we are all in 'ze same page, 'zis is what I want to do."
Two hours later, plans were made, everyone knew their part, and they left before Hermione arrived.
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Two weeks later, Hermione was once again reading to Fleur and their babies. They were lying in bed, Fleur's swollen feet up. Hermione was on her side, book propped against Fleur, as she rubbed the blonde's belly absently.
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightmy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'smost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with a passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to losewith my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death."
"'Zat was absolutely beautiful, mon amour. Who wrote it?"
"Elizabeth Barrett Browning. She was an English poet that lived in the early 1800's."
"She must 'ave been in love when she wrote 'zat."
"It seemed fitting, since it describes just how much I love you, Fleur. I've been meaning to read it to you for a while."
Fleur's smile was radiant. "I love you just as much and 'zank you for sharing such a wonderful poem with me."
Hermione smiled before leaning over and kissing her. Unable to resist, she deepened the kiss. One kiss was never enough for either of them so they kept kissing each other softly, hands caressing and seeking pleasure points.
"Do you think we could make love one more time before you're due?" Hermione asked huskily.
"I 'zink so. I mean, I am in no pain, other 'zan my ankles looking like 'ams!"
"Love, your ankles do not look like hams!" Hermione told her with a chuckle. "You still look absolutely beautiful to me and I want to make love to you so badly right now."
"I would like 'zat very much."
"I promise to be careful, love. I don't want to hurt you or the babies."
"You won't."
Hermione kissed her again, wantonly, while her fingers moved over Fleur's breasts softly. Her index finger ran circles around engorged nipples that had turned darker as the pregnancy had advanced. Fleur's breasts had filled out considerably as well and Hermione had taken full advantage of that.
Hermione moved one of her hands down and started caressing Fleur's belly, something she had taken to doing while they made love. The babies seemed to enjoy it because they were quite active during that time.
It hadn't always been that way, of course, since the first time they had felt them move while making love had been a real downer. Hermione had stopped and had refused to continue thinking she was doing something to hurt the babies. It wasn't until the Healer had reassured them that it was perfectly okay to make love, even encouraged it, that Hermione had finished what she had started a couple of days prior.
Now, the babies would move around while they made love and Hermione would caress Fleur's stomach the entire time. When it was over, the babies stopped moving completely and they had figured they had fallen asleep after all of the activity. Fleur often joked that Hermione was good at putting them to sleep and it would remain her job once they were born.
While they had been making love since then, Hermione had been trying to behave herself the past couple of weeks because Fleur's feet had started swelling and she was getting much bigger. While Hermione had been the one to feel most of the pregnancy symptoms, Fleur's body was still the one going through all the changes. The closer the due date was the more Hermione hesitated in making love to her. She didn't want the twins to arrive before their time or to cause Fleur any discomfort or pain.
As she kissed down the column of Fleur's throat, her hand moved lower still, over the belly, and finally reached between her legs. Her wife was already wet and swollen and Hermione bit her lip. She had to control the urge to ravish Fleur.
"I am not going to break, mon ange. I want you just as much as you seem to want me and you do not need to 'old back. I need you to love me as passionately as you always do."
"Fleur, don't ask me to lose my control. I have a very light hold on it as it is. I want you desperately, love. We haven't made love in over a week."
"And whose fault is 'zat?"
"Mine."
"Exactly. I 'ave been wanting you every night 'zis past week as well and I need you to make love to me now. Please, 'Ermione, do not make me wait any longer to feel your sweet mouth on me," Fleur pleaded softly as she caressed Hermione's face. "I 'ave missed you so."
Hermione moaned at her words, her control finally snapping. She dropped another kiss on the blonde's lips and got up from the bed. Since Fleur had gotten bigger, they had become more and more creative when it came to making love. Hermione helped Fleur move to the edge of the bed and threw a pillow on the floor. After kneeling down between Fleur's legs, she brought her hands slowly up her legs while kissing the inside of her thighs.
Fleur's breathing was becoming a little erratic the closer Hermione moved to her center and she started begging her to hurry. Hermione didn't want to wait any longer either and carefully spread Fleur's lower lips open. After looking at Fleur's wet center for a moment, Hermione moaned again as she moved towards her and finally tasted her wife. It was Fleur's turn to moan at the feel of Hermione's tongue on her swollen clit.
Hermione kept pleasuring her softly, lapping at her juices and enjoying the intoxicating taste. Fleur played with her nipples and closed her eyes. Since she could no longer see her wife as she pleasured her, she replayed in her mind images from previous encounters and that was enough for her.
"It feels so good, amour. Please don't stop," Fleur pleaded as Hermione carefully pushed a finger into her.
Hermione started moving her finger in and out slowly while her tongue continued to worship Fleur's swollen nub relentlessly. Fleur's moans kept escalating and were like music to Hermione's ears. Making love with Fleur was always passionate and fulfilling and they couldn't go for too many days without wanting each other desperately. A week was too long and Hermione couldn't seem to get enough of her.
Fleur, feeling the same, didn't take long to reach the peak. Her orgasm seemed to explode from deep within her and she cried out Hermione's name when the pleasurable wave hit her. Hermione kept going for a few seconds longer until Fleur couldn't take the pleasure anymore and gently pushed her head away.
Hermione got up from the floor and went back to lie next to her wife. Fleur brought her closer and licked her chin and lips, tasting herself on her wife and making Hermione moan with need.
"I 'ave tasted myself, and while it is very erotic, now I need to taste you."
"It's okay, love. I can relieve myself in a moment."
"Non, it is not okay! You got to taste me and now I want to taste you."
"It will be too hard for you, love. It's going to be uncomfortable."
"Nonsense."
"How about you kiss me while I touch myself?"
"Non."
"You can play with my breasts," Hermione tried again.
"Non!"
"Be reasonable, Fleur."
"I want to make love to my wife, not watch while she does 'erself!" Fleur replied stubbornly.
"What do you propose we do, then?"
"You come over 'ere and sit on my face!" was Fleur's racy reply.
Hermione's heart stopped for two seconds and then started beating so fast she was afraid it would burst. The image of that alone almost did her in.
"Fleur," she started only to be interrupted by Fleur's fingers on her lips.
"No more arguing, 'Ermione. I will be lying down and you can be crouching over me. 'Ow is 'zat going to 'urt me or 'ze bébés?"
Hermione didn't really have a good answer for that and Fleur knew she had her between a rock and a hard place. Finally, Hermione relented and did as she was told. Carefully, she got up and stood over Fleur, pink coloring her cheeks. Whether out of excitement or embarrassment she wasn't sure, but she forgot to think when Fleur's hands moved up her legs and started pulling her down towards her.
At the feel of Fleur's tongue on her, she cried out in pleasure and forgot any and all inhibitions. Fleur held on to her and made love to her hungrily, passionately, and Hermione responded in kind. She rolled her hips, grabbed onto Fleur's blonde tresses, begged for more, demanded more.
Fleur delivered.
When she finally let go, her orgasm was so intense she wept and shook and tried to fill her starved lungs with some much needed air. As carefully as she could, she lied back down and Fleur gathered her close. After cuddling for a bit, Hermione pulled the blanket over their naked bodies and they fell into a peaceful sleep.
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The pleasure of the night before soon became a thing of the past when Hermione woke up the next morning. Fleur was sitting against the headboard, grimacing in pain. Hermione asked her what was wrong as she got up and started dressing quickly.
"My lower back 'urts a lot."
Hermione immediately felt like the biggest shite.
"Bloody hell, I knew we shouldn't have done anything last night. This is my damn fault."
"Ma belle, stop cursing in front of 'ze bébés and 'elp me to 'ze bathroom, please," Fleur said in a pain filled voice.
"I'm sorry, darling. I'm such an idiot."
Hermione helped Fleur get up and led her to the bathroom. Fleur insisted on showering after using the toilet and Hermione undressed again and helped her in. While she rested against the tiled wall, Hermione took a sponge and gave her a bath. Fleur insisted the pain had eased somewhat.
Once they were both showered, Hermione dressed Fleur up and called Rook when she was dressed as well. He was with them immediately and one look at Fleur was all he needed to spring into action.
He gathered their suitcase, and helped Hermione lead Fleur out to the car. As much as Fleur insisted she was feeling better, Hermione was more insistent that they go to the hospital. Rook sat on the back seat, unseen by the Muggles thanks to the dark tint that Hermione had on the windows, and proceeded to call Fleur's Healer at St. Mungos, the Delacour's and the Granger's, as well as Harry. The important and coded call to Ginny was last.
The plan was set from the beginning. Apolline and Armand would Apparate to the Granger's home and then the four of them would Apparate to the hospital. Harry and Gabrielle had been chosen as godparents and would need to be there right away. Not that it would have been any different otherwise. Once it was confirmed that Fleur was in labor, Ginny and Lizzie would start the move into the new house with Rook's wife, Urkha.
When they finally reached the hospital, Rook Apparated inside and came back out a few minutes later with Fleur's Healer and a wheelchair. Fleur frowned the entire time, asking them to stop fussing over her. Hermione paid her no heed and kept on doing it. It wasn't every day the woman she loved gave birth to twins. Besides, if she stopped to think for just one second she was bound to have a nervous breakdown.
Six hours later, Hermione was beside herself with worry. While she had carried all of the pregnancy symptoms during the entire pregnancy, she had to watch her wife cry in pain and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't share the pain and she couldn't ease it. Nothing Apolline or her mother told her made any difference. She had really thought they would at least be able to share the pain so it wouldn't all be on Fleur. Nature taking its course be damned to the deepest bowels of hell for all she cared!
As it got closer to the time of birth, Fleur cursed at everyone, but especially at Hermione for putting her in that situation. Hermione's reaction was to cry and apologize to her. Armand and William told her Fleur didn't mean it. Emma and Apolline had said the same things to them and it had been the pain making them say horrid things they didn't mean. Hermione found little to no consolation in their words.
By then, Ginny and Lizzie had come by and Hermione had lashed out at them asking where the hell had they been all that time. Before Ginny could go off, Lizzie had squeezed her hand and she had reined her temper in. She apologized to Hermione and made up a half arsed excuse that Hermione had accepted willingly before throwing herself into Ginny's arms and crying again.
Two more hours went by and by then everyone was worried and simply drained. Hermione was at Fleur's side, trying her damnedest to ease her pain through their bond, brushing her hair back, giving her ice chips and pleading with the babies to be born already and ease their mother's pain.
Almost at the end of their rope, the babies were finally ready to be born. The Healer asked everyone but Hermione to leave the room and wait outside. At Fleur's insistence, Gabrielle was also able to stay. The hallway was packed with their family and friends, and Auror's had been called in to keep the reporters and curious people out of their floor. It was almost a total lockdown of the maternity ward and for that, Hermione was more than grateful to the Minister. Bloody fame anyways!
"Are you ready, Fleur?" the Healer asked when everything was in place. "Sébastien and Aimee are finally ready to meet their mums."
"I am ready."
Hermione took one of her hands while Gabrielle took the other. Fleur was asked to push when her next contraction hit and she did so. It was slow going at first, but twenty minutes later a cry was heard and the Healer held up Sébastien up so they could see him. She smiled tiredly and Hermione's tears fell when she first saw her beautiful baby boy.
"One more time, Fleur. Aimee wants to meet you both as well."
A few minutes later, Aimee was born and Fleur's pain was all but forgotten when she saw her. Their bébés were finally here! Hermione kissed her and told her how much she loved her, how great and strong she had been, and how very proud of her she was.
Gabrielle echoed those words, but all fell silent when the mediwitches came by with the babies wrapped securely in their blankets and placed them on either side of Fleur. Tears of joy ran freely down their cheeks as they watched their babies. Hermione ran her finger softly over their rosy cheeks as a sob caught in her chest. Her bond with Fleur was stronger than ever and the love they both felt for their children intensified it even more.
"They are so beautiful and so little," Hermione whispered in awe.
"Oui."
Discretely, Gabrielle stepped away from the bed after offering her congratulations once more and went outside to tell the others. The moment she stepped out of the room, everyone stood up and came towards her.
"Sébastien and Aimee are finally here and they are the loveliest babies I've ever seen!" she told them excitedly.
Shouts of joy suddenly filled a hallway that had been horribly quiet for the past hour. Armand and William exchanged a manly hug while Apolline and Emma embraced and cried. Harry came up to Gabrielle and hugged her tightly.
"Are they okay?"
"It was very tense 'zere for a while, but once 'zey were born, Fleur and 'Ermione were at complete peace. Wait until you see 'zem, 'Arry. 'Zey are beautiful!"
"I'm sure they are, love."
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Inside the room, Hermione couldn't stop looking at her children and thanking Fleur for giving them to her. Fleur, unable to say much, nodded again and again, powerless to stop looking at her bébés. The pain had been worth it, she now thought. She would go through it again if it meant feeling the intense happiness that now coursed through her veins.
"Are you okay, love?"
"I am."
"You're not saying much."
"I really don't know what to say, mon amour. I can only tell you 'zat I 'ave never felt such intense love for anyone other 'zan you in my life."
"I feel the exact same way."
"I guess 'zis is what complete 'appiness is all about."
"That sums it up perfectly, darling."
"Oui."
"Love, they have to take the babies for a moment to check them properly and clean them up. They'll bring them right back to us."
"Okay, but tell 'zem to 'urry. Now 'zat 'zey are 'ere, I don't want 'zem too far away from us."
Hermione smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'll make sure they do so."
Once Fleur was settled in her private room, the babies were put into bassinets close to the bed.
The proud grandparents were finally allowed into the room to meet their grandkids for the first time. As much as they tried to act manly, Armand and William ended up shedding a few tears when they saw the sleeping babies.
"Look at them, Armand," William said as he put his arm around his friend. "Aren't they the most angelic sight you've ever seen?"
"Beautiful, Will, absolutely beautiful. And look at 'ze tufts of light brown hair on Sébastien's 'ead! And Aimee's looks like its going to be a shade lighter."
"Do we know what color their eyes are?" William asked Fleur.
"So far, 'zey are blue, but 'zat could change. Most bébés are born with blue eyes."
"I hope they keep them. They'll have beautiful eyes like you, love," Hermione told her as she bent down and kissed her lips tenderly.
Emma and Apolline watched the scene and smiled, embracing each other as well.
"Can you believe it, Apolline? We're finally grandmothers!"
"Oui, and such beautiful bébés 'zey are. Fleur and 'Ermione did a wonderful job and 'zey are going to be wonderful mothers!"
"I have no doubt. Are you going to go fetch grand-mère Marguerite now?"
"I sent Gabrielle and 'Arry to get 'er before we came in 'ere. They should be 'ere soon."
"She's going to go mad when she sees the babies."
"She might not want to go back to La France again."
"You might not either!"
Apolline laughed. "So right you are."
A bit later, there was some commotion out in the hall and everyone looked towards the door. Hermione immediately took out her wand while William and Armand stood in front of the bassinets, as if guarding them.
Grand-mère Marguerite burst into the room and everyone gave a sigh of relief.
"Maman, you scared us to death!" Apolline reprimanded her.
"Some idiot mediwitch would not allow me to pass! 'Ow dare she keep me from my grand-enfants?"
"Calm down, Marguerite and come meet Sébastien and Aimee," Armand said as he took her arm and brought her closer to the bassinets.
"Mon Dieu, ils sont beaux. Félicitations to you both! Oh, 'ow wonderful to see 'zem for 'ze first time. Fleur, 'zey are as beautiful as you were when you were born, ma petite."
"'Zank you, grand-mère. 'Zey are quite beautiful, non?"
"Indeed."
Just then, Sébastien let out a meowing sound and they all melted at the sound. Hermione was immediately at his side to pick him up and bring him up to Fleur.
"He might be hungry, love. Ready to try feeding him?"
"Oui. Aimee is sure to wake up next."
Armand and William excused themselves to give Fleur some privacy while the older women hovered over her and offered some advice. At first it hurt a bit, but Fleur didn't mind. She sucked it up and fed her son. Apolline brimmed with pride and Emma nodded in approval. Marguerite watched over Aimee.
Hermione fell in love with her wife all over again. The sight of her feeding their newborn son would forever be imprinted in her mind. Through their bond, she could almost feel the suckling on her own nipples and she smiled at the sensation.
Once Sébastien was done, Aimee woke up as well. While Fleur fed her, Hermione burped Sébastien and walked him around the room while talking to him quietly. Fleur smiled when she recognized the poem from the night before.
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Little by little, every one got to come into the room to meet the babies. Harry's look of complete awe made everyone laugh, especially when he got to hold his goddaughter in his arms for the first time.
"'E's completely whipped," Gabrielle whispered to Hermione and Fleur.
"No doubt. Wait until he has one of his own," Hermione said with a chuckle.
"Maybe soon. I would love for our kids to grow up together," she said.
"'Zat would be wonderful, right, mon amour?"
"I'd say. I hope you're both working tirelessly on it."
"Oh, we are!"
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Later that night, when most of their friends and family had gone home to rest, Fleur motioned for Ginny to come closer.
"Is everything ready?"
"Everything is perfect, Fleur. I was there earlier and everything is in place for the surprise. Rufus is adorable and seems to love the big yard. He even jumped in the pool and Lizzie had to jump in after him. It was quite hilarious. Crooks seems to be ignoring him for the most part, but Rufus is trying his damnedest to win him over."
Fleur chuckled. "It figures 'zat 'ze damn mutt is as brave as 'is mistress and 'e 'as not even met 'er yet! Crookshanks should change 'is mind soon."
"He will. Lizzie has been trying to house break Rufus, and so far, he's only had a few accidents. She picked a smart one for sure. By the time you arrive home in a couple of days, he'll be ready."
"Ginny, 'zank you so much for everything you and Lizzie 'ave done to 'elp me. You 'ave no idea 'ow much I appreciate it."
"You've both been there for us through everything, especially when we acknowledged our relationship publicly. This was the least we could do."
"Hey, what are you two plotting over there?"
Fleur and Ginny both looked towards the door, where Hermione and Lizzie stood with bags of takeout.
"Now, what makes you think we're even talking about you?" Ginny asked with a laugh. "We have to work on that ego of yours, 'Mi."
"Ego my arse, Gin. I'll let it go for now, but I'll get it out of Fleur sooner or later!"
"You might want to wait a while before doing that, 'Mi. Getting it in and out of Fleur nine months ago landed you in here!"
"Good heavens, Gin, how rude!"
"Ginevra Weasley, apologize this instant!"
Ginny actually looked beyond them, eyes widening for a moment when she thought her mother had come in behind them. When Hermione started laughing, she realized Lizzie had said the words. She blushed prettily and lowered her head.
"Sorry, 'Mi. That was rude and uncalled for."
"And totally you, so forget about it, Gin. Your expression was priceless and more than makes up for it. Merlin, you're so whipped!"
"Funny, 'Mi. Really funny."
"I am still starving, so if you two would not mind too much, I would like to eat sometime before Christmas," Fleur interrupted.
"Sorry, love. I have everything you asked for right here."
"Oui, you do, indeed," Fleur said as she looked at her wife and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Oh, no you don't. Healer said no funny business for the next 40 days, so buckle up, darling, and behave yourself."
"40 days? Merde, I might as well go into celibacy."
"Yeah, like I would let that happen. Forty days from now we're going to be starving for each other, so let's hope time flies."
"We're still in the room, you know," Ginny complained.
"Says the witch who came out publicly when she kissed her girlfriend passionately in front of thousands of spectators when they won the Quidditch Cup!"
"Well, you know, I was just saying and all."
They shared another laugh before digging into the food they had brought.
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If you asked either Fleur or Hermione if they had ever been happier or more fulfilled, their answer would have been a resounding NO.
And the surprises were not over yet.
