Fleur literally was the most illogical person she has ever met. Despite being the oldest one between the two of them, Hermione often wonders just who was the more mature one between the both of them.

Being married to one another has not been any different from when they were dating. There was just a ring on each of their fingers which showed any change in their relationship. Other than that, life still went on as usual. Fleur doing her own job and balancing it out with veela leader duties as she was being prepared by her grand mother while Hermione was busy with her own ministry work. The woke up with each other, kissed each other goodbye and went to work before meeting up with each other at home and greeting each other with a kiss before continuing on with their evening with dinner and bonding time.

Nothing really changed between them and neither of them changed either. They were practically a married couple already before they got married but this was more official. And proof that nothing has changed between them is Fleur being completely illogical about letting Hermione go for a week.

"Non, I will not allow it." Fleur stubbornly said, sitting on the bag of luggage which Hermione was trying to fill with her clothes. Hermione sighed and held the bridge of her nose as she held one of her folded shirts in her other hand.

"Fleur, we have been over this. It is just a week visit to Australia. I have to go, its part of my job."

"And I said no. I will not let you go to such a place on your own."

"Like I said already, my colleagues are going with me. It's a group visit Fleur; we will be fine."

"Non, I won't allow it."

The blonde has been like this ever since Hermione informed her that she and her department had to go to Australia to meet with the magical Prime Minister to discuss a few new creature laws for the endangered species in Australia and the breeding of them in captivity. Neither of them have been separated from each other since their marriage, and not much when they were dating. The longest they have been apart was when Fleur returned to France after the Triwizard tournament and that distance was something which really drove the veela insane. Now after being together for nearly everyday for the past few years, a week away just sounds like hell.

"Fleur, come on, how often do you have to go to France to talk with your grandmother and the clan?"

"That is entirely different! I apparate home straight afterwards! You are leaving me here for a week!"

"Not intentionally!"

"It is definitely intentional! You can say no!"

"I can't! I am literally leading the group; I can't back out at all!"

"And I can't let you go to Australia! That is final!"

Hermione couldn't help but groan at her wife's stubbornness. That is the usual cause of when they have fights. They do not have fights often but with both of them being stubborn, spats do tend to erupt at times and with Fleur's reaction right now, this has probably been a build up from the spats they have been having coming up to the following date. Fleur was not happy about the brunette leaving and she made that quite clear.

"Fleur, either you get off the luggage and help me pack, or I will just leave tomorrow and get my clothes in Australia instead."

Ultimatums were something which Hermione often gave Fleur when the blonde was being unreasonable and judging from the thinning of Fleur's lips, she did not like either option which the brunette was giving her. She let out a haughty scoff before grabbing one of the folded pants which was waiting on the bed and tossing it at the brunette before jumping off the bag.

"Pack it yourself!" She said before storming out the room.

Hermione sighed as she pulled the pants off her head and looked at the door which her wife just stormed through. She heard the front door slam and knew that she blonde was most likely going to take a walk to cool down. Fleur had a temper like no other and the way she was acting was relatively normal. But no matter how many tantrums she throws, it won't stop Hermione from leaving tomorrow. Even though it upsets her wife to no end, her job requires her to travel to Australia and so she will do that.

She just hopes that Fleur won't burn the place down while she is gone.

Hermione woke up the next morning by herself. She heard Fleur come in last night after she nodded off to bed and she felt the familiar arms wrap themselves around her waist when the blonde slipped into bed while being gone the entire time that Hermione packed, had dinner, washed up and went to bed. She felt a kiss on her neck and the mumbling of French behind her before the blonde finally settled, falling asleep while holding Hermione.

Hermione did her morning routine, at first trying to locate her wife but only to find their house completely empty. She ate some breakfast forlornly, hoping to see her wife before she leaves for Australia. Her department had all agreed to apparrate at ten to their hotel in Australia so that they can settle in with the new time zone but as the clock ticked by and the no show of her wife, Hermione just got more downtrodden as she won't be able to see Fleur before she goes.

When the clock struck ten, Hermione sighed and grabbed her bag. Fleur was obviously not coming, and Hermione sadly wrote a letter on a piece of paper to tell Fleur that she has left and that she loves her and that she will be back soon before finally apparating.

She landed with a thump at the hotel, regaining her balance quickly and fixing her clothes which became slightly rumpled. Her colleagues apparated there at about the same time and they all gave their greetings and had some small talk before heading to the reception to get their room keys. Do to it being a hotel for magic folk, the secretary summoned the room keys with her wand to the guests and when it came to Hermione's room, the secretary paused.

"Ah, your room says it is occupied. Let me just check something."

Hermione watched with a perplexed look as the secretary searched through her book before her eyebrow raised and then she smiled at Hermione before using her wand to get a key.

"Here is the spare. Enjoy your stay."

"Spare?" Hermione asked questionably but the secretary said nothing as she went onto Hermione's colleague for his key.

Frowning, Hermione took her bag and headed towards the direction of her room, following her colleagues as they were all staying on the same floor. When she came in front of her room, Hermione had an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Just why did she have a feeling that something has happened which she isn't going to like?

And her feeling came to life as she opened the door and there sitting on the double bed of the room was her wife with her own luggage on the floor. Fleur smiled as Hermione stood in the doorway in shock and stood up from the bed and walked towards her.

"Morning mon amour, or should I say evening seeing that we are in Australia?"

"W-Wha…Fleur, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, her jaw dropped as Fleur crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow at Hermione.

"What does it look like? I am coming to Australia with you?"

"What? Why? When did you even get here?"

"Early this morning before you woke up. I wanted to settle in before you came. Get a feeling of everything." Fleur said nonchalantly, looking around the room as she spoke. "And I must say, it is quite lovely."

"But Fleur, this is a work trip! You can't be here."

"And I told you that I am not letting you go to Australia alone."

"I'm not alone, I'm with my-"

"They do not count for company. As if I would leave you in the hands of such people. You are the only one with sense and I do not trust them with you."

"But Fleur-"

"Hey Hermione, do you think that we can-"

Robert, one of Hermione's colleagues, stopped short when he walked to the doorway and saw Fleur standing in the room while Hermione was still in the doorway. Not at all knowing that the brunette's wife would be here, Robert stumbled back as those annoyed blue eyes locked with his.

"O-Oh, I didn't know Fleur was coming with you."

"Neither did I." Hermione said, glancing behind to look at Robert, hoping for some kind of help to convince Fleur why she should not be there. But Robert offered none.

"O-Oh well then, I guess it can be a kind of second honeymoon for you two then! Enjoy! Sorry for interrupting!"

Robert quickly hurried off, and Hermione turned around to see Fleur fixing her face which was obviously just fixed in a glare just now. She smiled innocently as Hermione narrowed her eyes at her as she has a feeling that Fleur most likely intimidated Robert to get him to not support Hermione's opinion.

"Shall I help you unpack mon amour? I've left space for you?"

Fleur didn't wait for an answer as she grabbed Hermione's bag and then carried it inside without waiting for a response. Hermione just stared after her and just sighed, shaking her head before closing the door behind her.

Such a childish move which Fleur just played. She seriously could be so illogical at times. She still wonders which one of them is the more mature one. Because at moments like this, Hermione definitely thinks it's her.