Here it is! Here it is! I hope you have all been waiting patiently and haven't given up on me, cause here I present to you, the long awaited (myself included) chapter of Loving Fleur Delacour! You shall be entertained, I hope. Enjoy:)

'Well, that was somewhat pleasantly unexpected,' murmured Hermione, as they landed firmly on their feet, reappearing at the driveway of the Black mansion.

Fleur merely nodded, 'Oui, indeed.'

Hermione glanced at her lover in her peripheral vision, noticing a strange shaking. She turned to find Fleur hunched over and shaking violently, though making no sound. Concerned, Hermione clapped an arm around her lover, 'Fleur? Are you alright?'

'HAHAHAH!' laughed Fleur, shaking her head mightily.

Hermione was in shock, Fleur's reaction being the opposite of what she had anticipated. Fleur calmed herself after a few more minutes of laughing. She wheezed and clutched Hermione, 'I am so relieved! My mother! She really is something! She fooled me so well!'

'She had me worried too, but I did enjoy dinner, though I wasn't sure if I was to be on my guard or not. Your father was wonderful and I do love your mother, she only wants the best for you. Gabrielle really did cook wonderfully, a tad better than someone else I know might I add,' quipped Hermione.

Fleur looked at Hermione with a frown, 'Are you saying that my little sister can cook better than moi?'

'Perhaps,' laughed Hermione, leading Fleur to the front door.

Fleur tapped her foot impatiently as Hermione unlocked the door, 'Well, I am glad it's over.'

Fleur gasped in shock as she slammed into Hermione, who hadn't walked in through the door.

'Ermione? Why aren't you going inside?' inquired Fleur, then she followed Hermione's stricken gaze at Mr and Mrs Granger in the living room.

However, they were neither angry nor uncomfortable looking, they were in fact chatting quite amicably with Remus and Tonks. Bill appeared to have hidden himself away for the time being.

'So what do you think of Black Mansion, Mrs Granger?' asked Tonks, gesturing to their large surroundings.

Ellen Granger smiled, 'It certainly is very... spacious here. You say 5 of you live here?'

Remus nodded, 'Yes, Tonks, myself, Hermione, Fleur and Bill.'

'Tonks. That's a peculiar first name,' remarked Steven Granger.

Hermione blinked back into life, 'Dad! That is so rude!'

Fleur followed hurriedly, though a little apprehensive. Ellen jumped up and hugged her daughter who was still glaring at her father.

'What? Hello to you too, Hermione dear and anyway, I was not being rude. I was merely giving my opinion,' Steven greeted his daughter.

Hermione hugged her mum back after rolling her eyes at Steven, 'Mum! It's great to see you, but why are you here? How did you even get here?'

'Well, we are on vacation and then we remembered that you lived around here, so we rang up and dear Remus here gave us directions,' replied Ellen.

Dear Remus blushed as he was mentioned then glanced over at Fleur as if to ask how the dinner went. Fleur just smiled at him and nodded. Hermione then placed her hands on her hips, 'So. Are you staying at a hotel, or would you like to stay the night?'

'Well, it is getting rather late I suppose,' began Ellen.

'I think you should stay,' piped up Fleur.

Hermione internally smacked herself, 'Mum, Dad! This is Fleur. My, um... girlfriend.'

'Oh? That's nice. How lovely to meet you, Fleur,' said Ellen, pulling a surprised Fleur into a hug.

'Is that why you told us so much about her on the phone? Ha! I knew it!' laughed Steven.

Hermione blushed furiously and punched her dad lightly on the arm, 'You so did not know! Liar!'

Steven laughed heartily while Ellen just shook her head, disbelieving that her daughter and husband could still act like children. Fleur breathed a sigh of relief when the Grangers weren't looking. She had thought the worst of it would be to have Hermione meet her parents; in fact, her chest had been tight and hurting for the whole exhausting 5 minutes since returning and finding Hermione's parents in the mansion. She had been so worried; unsure of whether she should just introduce herself or lay it out for them. She was extremely thankful that Hermione had decided to name her as her girlfriend and Fleur was even more ecstatic when Hermione's parents were overjoyed rather than disgusted. Having encounters with both sets of parents probably would have killed her if Hermione's parents were similar to her mother.

'So... Would anyone like some coffee or tea?' asked Tonks brightly.

Hermione and Remus' frantic opposition to her suggestion amused the Grangers to no end and Fleur had to pinch herself to avoid laughing out loud. Mrs Granger took Tonks by the hand, 'Thank you Tonks, but perhaps we could have one in the morning?'

'Does that mean that you are staying? Wonderful!' exclaimed Remus, then he paused, remembering something.

'Ah, you might want to meet Bill first, just so you don't happen to bump into him at midnight going to the bathroom or something like that and be... alarmed,' suggested Remus.

Steven gave Remus a funny look, 'Now, why would we be alarmed?'

Tonks scratched her head and didn't look them in the eye while Remus gave them a smile, 'Oh, I didn't say you would be, just maybe. Anyway, BILL! Come down and say hi!'

Bill heard Remus and silently cursed his mentor, not believing in himself to look presentable. He wondered frantically if he should wear something to cover up his scars, balaclava maybe? No, that was a ridiculous idea. Bill breathed in deeply as Remus had taught him then remembered that he would not be the only one down there with werewolf tendencies. 'I hope they don't become too frightened,' mused Bill.

'Good evening, Mr and Mrs Granger, I'm Bill Weasley,' greeted Bill, looking half down and half at their visitors.

Ellen gave a little gasp and ran towards Bill, grasping his hand and shaking it furiously, 'You dear man! Oh! How terrible! How could they send you into battle like that?!'

'Dear god woman! Leave the man alone! He's grown up and evidently can take care of himself!' demanded Steven.

Bill was dumbstruck, this was not at all the reaction that he had been expecting nor ready for. He caught Hermione's eye and then realised, her parents were very much like her, not at all judgemental. Hermione had informed her worried parents about the war during and after. They had even asked what they could do to help. Ever since Hermione's acceptance into Hogwarts, they had been gradually immune to all things weird.

Hermione gave Bill an encouraging smile and he embraced the Grangers gratefully. Steven patted Bill on the back and when Ellen had finally let go of Bill, the others had seated themselves. They joined them and Ellen sat herself down next to Hermione and Fleur on the couch. She clutched a hand each and smiled brightly, startling Fleur. Fleur returned the smile, though a little uncertain.

'Mrs Granger...' began Fleur, Ellen squeezed her hand.

'You make me feel so old! Do call me Ellen! And feel free to call my old husband Mr Granger, but I'm sure he'll insist on you calling him Steven!' laughed Ellen, causing Hermione to think of Brielle.

Steven looked up from his conversation with Remus, Tonks and Bill to yell, 'Call me Steven!'

Hermione and Fleur laughed, both feeling a lot more at ease. Ellen beamed at them and stood up, turning to face them and glomped them in a very tight hug. She reminded Fleur of a slimmer and more Hermione looking Mrs Weasley. Minus the red hair and glare that was usually reserved for Fleur when Hermione wasn't watching.

It was early in the morning and Hermione awoke with a start, disturbing Fleur who had been sleeping on Hermione's stomach with a catlike grin on her face. 'What is the matter, 'Ermione? Ah... It's 6 in the morning. Go back to sleep,' Fleur murmured sleepily, snuggling back into Hermione's flesh.

Hermione stroked Fleur's hair thoughtfully, closing her eyes, wondering why she had woken up. Then she remembered the events of the previous night. OH NO... were her parents really here?! 'Please be a dream...' muttered Hermione to herself.

She heard Fleur chuckle and kiss her stomach, 'It was all okay, much less frightening than meeting my parents, mon amour.'

'Promise?' asked Hermione.

'I promise,' replied Fleur confidently.

Hermione wasn't sure whether to sigh or to smile. She did both and Fleur kissed her softly as a reward for being calm. 'I am glad that you are here,' murmured Hermione, running a hand through her hair.

'Me too,' replied Fleur with a satisfied sigh.

'Wait... We didn't DO anything last night did we?' asked Hermione in a sudden dread.

Fleur smiled at her enigmatically, but shook her head, 'Non, mon amour, you worry too much. And besides, even if we 'ad, they would not 'ave 'eard, we would have placed a silencing charm, hm?'

Hermione cringed at the memory of them forgetting to use the charm right after they had laid down the rule with Bill, Remus and Tonks. 'No, that was a one time mistake!' laughed Fleur, realizing Hermione's thoughts.

'Well, I hope that THEY haven't thought that all of last night was dream!' exclaimed Hermione, though fairly confident that it was all for the best regardless.

'I think we can be quite sure that they are comfortable with our relationship. They seem to be very understanding people, you parents,' said Fleur with a smile.

Hermione rolled her eyes, 'And you told me that YOUR mother was going to flay us alive.'

'Ow was I meant to know that she was jerking me chain the whole time? She is a Delacour after all, we are notorious for our teasing and subtleties,' replied Fleur in a huff.

Hermione grinned and kissed Fleur's neck, 'Yes indeed, I know you are notorious for teasing, though I can say that I've had enough lessons to possibly challenge you for that title...'

Fleur moaned in delight, and returned a very passionate kiss from Hermione, only to growl in frustration as Hermione pulled away, trailing a finger down her thigh.

'Now, who's a big tease?' complained Fleur.

'I did say I was going to challenge you, but not now. I had better go make breakfast,' said Hermione with a wink.

Fleur rolled onto her stomach, pouting at Hermione, hoping to be able to entice her back to bed. Hermione quirked her lip, 'How about you... help me cook?'

'I can accept that offer,' replied Fleur, grabbing a t-shirt and shorts.

Hermione was having trouble balancing the milk and eggs.

'Just give me the milk! Or you will drop the eggs!' exclaimed Fleur.

Hermione frowned at herself, 'Wingardium Leviosa!'

'Or... you could just do that,' added Fleur, also mentally whacking herself.

Between various kisses and groping, they managed to lay out an entire table of toast, fried eggs, rashers of bacon, pancakes, stir fried mushrooms and tomato, coffee, tea and orange juice. It wasn't long before the rest of the occupants filed into the room, practically salivating from the wonderful aromas.

'I am so hungry that you could just feed me a cow,' Bill rumbled, his stomach agreeing most heartily and loudly.

Tonks gasped at the amount of food, 'Or a couple of pigs! Exactly how much bacon did you cook there?'

Hermione shrugged,' I know that Remus and Bill will eat a fair amount and well, Dad loves his bacon too. It's mainly for the boys. There'll be plenty for everyone this way.'

'And maybe a small army,' laughed Remus.

Fleur smiled brightly as the Grangers emerged, Steven's hair very sleep ruffled while Ellen was bright eyed and inhaling deeply.

'Ah... It feels so good not having to cook!' she giggled.

Hermione rolled her eyes, gesturing for everyone to take a seat. She herself promptly sat next to Fleur, who patted her thigh with a grin. Bill was already scarfing down his first plateful, to which Remus wrinkled his nose, 'Don't let us stop you, Bill.'

Bill slowed gradually, finishing his last bit with a nervous and embarrassed grin, 'Ah, sorry.'

'Eat! Before it gets cold!' exclaimed Ellen, piling more food onto Bill's plate.

Steven grumbled about being neglected and smiled at his daughter who filled his plate for him instead, 'Thanks, sweets.'

'Gosh Dad! Can't you feed yourself anymore?' laughed Hermione.

'Nope!' chuckled Steven as his wife fed him first forkful and placed the fork in his hand.

Fleur giggled into her coffee, which was being eyed very inquisitively by Tonks.

Remus patted her on the head and shook his head, 'Only one cupful will be enough for you.'

'How did you know I already had a cup?!' demanded Tonks.

'I smelt it on your breath,' replied Remus calmly, nudging the orange juice towards her.

Tonks pouted mightily and remained tight lipped throughout the remainder of breakfast, although Ellen's pleadings to allow her to drink more coffee did bring a small smile. Other than wrestling the coffee pot away from Tonks, Remus was fairly satisfied with knowing that Hermione's parents were very pleasant people. Bill himself was even gladder to know that Hermione's parents were pretty much like his, except Muggle. He laughed when Ellen had insisted he have her share of food, as she was concerned that he would be too hungry later.

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Remus had excused himself rather quietly, much too quiet for Hermione's liking. She gave the excuse that she was going to the toilet and gave Fleur a quick glance towards Remus. Fleur nodded and distracted everyone else with her opinions about Tonks' rather alarming consumption habits.

'Remus? Are you alright?' asked Hermione cautiously.

'Ah, Hermione. Why am I not surprised you are here? You are just as curious as Harry!' said Remus with a laugh.

Hermione blushed, 'Well, I am worried about you. You seem very down today.'

Remus waved a hand in dismissal, 'It's nothing.'

'It must be something fairly important. It's definitely not full moon yet, so. Come, tell me. I won't leave you alone till you tell me!' insisted Hermione.

Remus growled in annoyance, 'Really Miss Granger, I think that you should become a therapist or some sort of underpaid school counsellor!'

Hermione rolled her eyes, 'I'm being serious, spill it.'

'Fine, if you really want to know, it's Sirius' birthday today, or rather, it WOULD have been Sirius' birthday,' replied Remus quietly.

Hermione felt pity and anger rise up, thinking of the unfairness of it all, for Sirius to have died, barely having much time to be with Harry, to be with Remus. Without a word she leapt at Remus, hugging him tightly. His head fell onto her shoulder as he wept silently, the tears falling down his face, splattering against the porch. Hermione rubbed his back, hoping to provide some comfort.

Tonks had give Fleur the slip as the rest of the occupants had finished their meal. She pressed her face up against the window and felt a strong tug of guilt and sadness. A little jealously reared its head also. She felt terrible that she was jealous, but she was closer to Remus than any of them, and yet here she was, and there they were. She was glad that Hermione could comfort Remus at this time, where she couldn't. She had tried the previous year, but to no avail. This had infuriated Tonks, but she took the little solace in the fact that she could help in other ways, for other circumstances.

'Look, why don't we all go out to dinner tonight, hm? Take your mind off it,' suggested Hermione.

Remus let go and wiped his eyes hurriedly, 'Oh no, I can't just forget about it, I want to celebrate it.'

'Then let's all go out tonight to celebrate his birthday then,' replied Hermione, almost exasperatedly.

Remus broke out into a sweet, melancholic grin, 'Thanks, Hermione. I would love that and he would too.'

He kissed her on her forehead and went back into the mansion. He spotted Tonks' hair poking out from behind the grandfather clock that presided in the main corridor. He tweaked her nose and kissed her on her cheek, 'Come, we can't leave Fleur to entertain Hermione's parents all be herself now can we? You can hardly call Bill great conversational matter.'

Fleur brushed her hand over Hermione's arm and kissed her cheek, 'Is everything alright?'

'Yeah, Remus just had a few bad memories to overcome. Sirius' birthday is today,' replied Hermione.

Fleur nodded understanding Remus' obvious reason to be uncomfortable, she marvelled that he had been able to keep a pleasant expression all through breakfast. She admired him greatly and this knowledge of Remus strengthened her admiration. Hermione hugged her with a ferocity that shocked her.

'Je suis desole, I am a little affected right now,' murmured Hermione, a tear leaking out.

Fleur shook her head and kissed Hermione's tear away gently and wondered how she had captured such a magnificent creature with such thought and care of others. She hoped she would never have to face such pain as Remus did.

Dinner went along smoothly enough also, though Hermione wondered if Remus was drinking a little too much alcohol. Then again, Tonks was putting Butterbeers and Firewhiskey away like there was no tomorrow. Only Bill remained fairly sober. Hermione felt somewhat tipsy and Fleur was knocking back a tequila an hour, plus the occasional cocktail. Hermione, however, was most astonished as she watched her parents drink several bottles of wine between them. Her only gratitude was that they weren't drinking anything hard.

Hermione decided to whisper to Fleur that she was going to the bathroom. Fleur giggled uncontrollably and followed her soon after. Steven had only smirked at his daughter, which earned him a bonk on the head by his wife, telling him smartly to mind his own business. Remus and Tonks managed to convince Bill to go up to karaoke. This provided enough entertainment to keep the rest of them occupied.

'I am thoroughly enjoying myself, though I probably should not 'ave 'ad that last tequila,' murmured Fleur, head resting on Hermione's shoulder as Hermione washed her hands.

Hermione rolled her eyes, annoyed that Fleur did not get flushed easily. Her gaze softened as she looked into the mirror at her lover who was winking at her with a lusty gaze and had encircled her. Hermione gave a quick glance to check that no one else was in the bathroom and turned into Fleur's embrace.

'I am beginning to think that Bill will be the only one able to drive after tonight,' she commented, before brushing her lips against Fleur's.

Fleur chuckled and bent her head and returned the kiss, increasing the pressure between their bodies. Hermione winced slightly at the sharp pain from the sink edge stabbing her hip. Fleur muttered an apology and hoisted Hermione up onto the sink. Hermione giggled as Fleur started to kiss her breasts and arms and hands. She pulled Fleur's hair out of its simple ponytail and ran her fingers through it, savouring the smooth silken feel. She clutched Fleur's face closer and moaned in delight from the attack on her chest.

Her ragged breath caused Fleur to laugh, 'Perhaps I should stop so that you can breath.'

Hermione grumbled and responded by nipping Fleur's neck.

'I'll take that as a no then,' muttered Fleur, returning to her previous occupation.

Hermione felt Fleur's fingers find their way up and along her inner thighs, trailing intimate patterns. Soon she was gasping uncontrollably and shivering, clutching Fleur with a vice-like grip, moaning Fleur's name.

Suddenly the door opened and Tonks walked in, Hermione swore under her breath as she swiftly apparated herself and Fleur into the furthest cubicle. They held their breaths while they waited for Tonks to finish and leave. After hearing the dying foot steps Fleur let out a giggle. Hermione gave a reproachful look and pushed her against the cubicle wall roughly. Thankfully, this restaurant was very health conscious.

'Let me return the favour,' suggested Hermione, dropping to her knees and caressing Fleur's milky thighs.

Did you like that:) I enjoyed writing it and I hope it did some good for you readers too! REVIEW! Cause you know you want to! What did you think of the story? Is it still worth reading?

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