Author's Note: The characters and belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing in her sandbox. Please note that I am portraying Hermione of ethnic descent. What decent is up to you and where you are from. This also portrays a monogamous triad coupling. If any of the above bothers you then please do not go any farther. I will not cater to flames or other negative rebuttals. It's been some time since I've written anything, so I decided to wet my feet once again. I figured snippets are easy to try...welp here you go!
Normal, What's that
She leaned back against the wooden wall while losing herself in the pattering of the rain that was currently beating hard against the window. The skies had been darkening for some time now but she knew before they even turned. The blasted migraine saw to that. As she thought of yesterday a tiny sigh left her lips. Taking a sip of her now lukewarm tea, her mind began to wonder where her soon to be spouse were as well as how they were feeling at this moment.
Yesterday had been torture for her, she had gotten into an enormous argument with them over something that was inconsequential. If she were, to be honest with herself, it was completely her fault. The migraine, hell just the topic itself was so different than her normal realm of normal that it took her by surprise.
She shakes her head to rid herself of those thoughts at the moment, she was testy, nothing more. A soft unwoman like snort came from her as her gaze went back out to the window. She wondered if she could play the period card but no, that wouldn't work because she damn well knew she was an open book to those who knew how to read her. Damn.
Her eyes scan the road, watching the people quickly run to their homes as the downpour truly hits the area. She enjoys seeing the normal day to day routine of her people, although right now it was anything but normal with the rain pouring down. It still gave her a reminder of why she was working extremely long hours at the Ministry. They deserved a chance to see the wonders the world had to offer, mundane and magical alike. It was also one reason her fiance decided to live in this particular town. Mundane and Magical intermixed as freely as if it were just an everyday occurrence. She gave a chuckle, to these people it was.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the door open, close or hear that two someones had snuck into the kitchen to make another pot of tea as well as something that would give her a clue of whom else was there. It wasn't until she began raising the cup of tea to her lips, that she realized she wasn't alone. A masculine hand came into view and covered her cup. Bright chocolate eyes shot up to see the smiling face of her lover. She knew those green eyes anywhere, but a gentle tug from her cup made her truly realize just how not alone she was.
Her eyes fell down to see a pair of elegant pale fingers pulling way her teacup from her now empty hand and replacing it with a steaming warm cup of hot chocolate. She let her gaze work it's way up the person's being, stopping only when she was met with the most intense silver-blue eyes she's ever known. Those eyes told her everything she needed to know yet a tiny part of her was still in doubt. As if knowing just what she needed, those pale hands covered her own darker-skinned ones and gave a gentle squeeze. "Hermione…" The French accent washed over her as a shiver ran over her body as those silver-blue eyes spoke to her. "Potteros non faciunt normalis."
A soft chuckle was heard from Harry as he gave her shoulder a soft kneels next to the both of them, pulls out a box from his coat and opens it before them revealing three wedding bands, each one a perfect reflection of the three of them together. The elegant bands were made of silver, at least that's what she thought, with the words Potteros non faciunt normalis was perfectly inscribed around the centerpiece of each had a large deep emerald green, while one had the fire-est of red opals she had ever seen. Yet the last one made her eyes widen, and tears shine in them. There in the center was her mother's stone from her wedding tanzanite gem glittering lovingly at her.
Harry's voice broke through her thoughts with his next words. " Will, you, Hermione Granger, and you, Fleur Delcour do me the honor of marrying Harry Potter?" He gazed at them both, smiled and asked the question he wanted an answer to desperately. Although he was 99.9 percent sure that the answer will be one to his liking. He also knew that hearing it would make a world of difference for the three of them. The gasp from them both was sweet music to him, but the dual yes was even sweeter.
Five ghostly figures smiled as they watched their children and grandchild in one of their happiest moments. "Really, Potteros non faciunt normalis?" Dan asks as things began to heat up between their children, so they decided it was time to shimmer away. The elder Veela gave a soft laugh while Lilly tried to hide her smirk. Emma turned to James, cocking an eye up but there was a giant smile on her face as said man merely grinned widely. "It's true though. Potters don't do normal."