A.N. Okay so to everyone that has followed this fic and not me and wants to know, the first chapter of the sequel is up under the name Retribution, so go have a read. Also, since I'm technically not allowed to write an Author's Note chapter, you can go ahead and have a read of a little Fleur/Hermione fluff, enjoy.

Fleur

I smiled as I gripped Hermione hand in mine, she smiled back at me before looking back out over the ocean, her hair whipping around her face as a burst of wind flew passed us. I followed her gaze and stared out over the water once again, wondering when the next time we'd be able to relax so fully would be. I released Hermione's hand, guiding my own over to her large belly, rubbing the baby bump softly and with a longing smile on my face. The little girl inside was going to be one hell of a handful, but I couldn't wait to get started.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked, her chocolatey eyes finding my blue ones.

"Just how great it's going to be when Sophia finally gets here," I replied, pulling the brunette into my lap, pulling her back, so she was resting against my torso.

"Yeah," Hermione said as she leaned into me, "I just can't wait for this pregnancy to be over so I can start walking again."

I laughed at her comment, "What are you talking about? You can still walk."

Hermione shook her head, "You know full well that what I do is not walking, it's waddling." I smiled, I did know it, but I loved to make her admit it, "Dammit, why couldn't I be the one with the dick so you could carry our child?"

"I'm sorry hon, you know I'd trade places with you if I could just take comfort in the fact that you get to grow our little bundle of joy."

"Some bundle of joy," Hermione grumbled, "Hasn't been so joyful for me so far."

I laughed happily, "I didn't say it was joyful for you, you're growing a bundle of joy, that means you need to be miserable."

Hermione leaned into me even more, "Then I guess she won't be that much of a bundle of joy then, this time with you has been some of the best of my life."

I smiled as I felt Hermione shift in my lap, slowly she got to her feet, tugging me lightly to bring me up to join her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and started to sway as I returned the embrace. Soft, slow music began to play from somewhere nearby at just the right moment and in just the right tempo to make the moment so magical.

Hermione buried her face in my chest as she mumbled, "I love you so much Fleur," I heard her sniff softly before a hand went to her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice full of worry as I tried to push her away so I could look at her.

Hermione kept us in the loving embrace, "Nothing at all, in fact, everything's just perfect, and I'm… I'm so damn happy to be here with you."

I smiled, a tear coming to my own eye, "The feelings mutual my love."

Hermione started to fumble with one of her pockets, her breathing coming in short breaths, "Where is it?" She mumbled before exclaiming triumphantly.

"What is it, honey?" I asked with a satisfied smile on my face, I could have stayed like this forever.

She put the tiniest bit of space between us, and I whined at the loss of contact causing the brunette to swat my me softly on the cheek, "Oh hush," She chided as she brought a small black velvet box into my eyes.

"Fleur Isabelle Delacour," Hermione started, and my breath hitched immediately, I knew where this was headed, and it completely ruined my own plans as I thumbed the small box in my own coat pocket. But I held strong and listened as Hermione spoke, "I know right now I'm too young and that we can't get married for another three years but… I can't stand just being your Girlfriend anymore, please, will you marry me?" I was now crying at the pure love that shone through her eyes and through her voice. But I could still see the recently revealed ring, it was a beautiful gold ring with the most perfect square cut diamond that lay perfectly upon a bed of tiny pink diamonds.

I covered her box with one hand as I bit my lip, "Will you answer one question for me first?" I asked and felt a pang as Hermione's expression fell slightly, she nodded, and I quickly pulled the maroon velvet box from my pocket. Grinning happily as she realized what was coming, I revealed the ring I'd bought for her, the same gold with the same bed of pink diamonds, except the main stone was a flawless sapphire that I'd found one day after I'd gone exploring as a little girl. "Will you marry me?"

She started to nod before moving her ring on top of mine, "I asked first," She smiled.

I rolled my eyes, a part of me wanting to drag this out to see who would cave first but another part, a much larger part, screamed at me to just say yes. IT was a part I was more than happy to oblige, "Yes Hermione, nothing would make me happier-" I was silenced as Hermione's lips pressed against my own in a kiss so filled with love it left a tingling sensation throughout my entire body.

We giggled like mad as we slid the rings on each other's Ring Fingers before embracing once again, needing to feel one another.

Hermione

Three Years Later

I stared at myself in the full-length mirror that had been set up in my dressing room, still in complete awe that I had been able to lose the pregnancy weight that I had retained for two years and nine months. It had been hard, extremely hard, especially with Fleur hating the fact that I'd been dieting to do it, she never said anything, but I knew she hated the fact that I was eating so little. Hell, I hated it, but I needed to look good, needed to look good for Fleur for this day, and as I looked into the mirror, I knew that I had done just that.

I almost couldn't even recognize the woman staring back at me, she had the same eyes, the same brown hair that had, finally, become like a regular person's as I aged. Fleur liked to complain about it, saying she missed my mane of untamed hair, but I knew that she also liked the fact that she could run her hands through my hair rather than just over it. Then there were all my other facial features, they all belonged to Hermione, but the body, that damn fine, and perfectly toned body… Who's the hell was that?

I grinned at my reflection, for the past three months I'd been hiding my body from Fleur, wanting this to be a surprise for tonight. I winked at myself before I reached for the white silk dress sitting off to the side and quickly slipped it on over my lithe figure. I looked at myself in the mirror once again, my eyes widening as I took the sight in.

"Fleur's going to want to tear my dress off as soon as she see's me," I whispered as I looked at myself.

The dress was long and billowed out slightly as it reached the floor, the full silk fabric traveled up my body and covered most of my breasts before it converted into lace. The lace showed off the swell of my breasts, daring you to look, I just hoped the only one looking would be the one woman I wanted to look.

A quick tapping on my door sounded before I tiny bundle of happiness charged into my room, "Mummy!" Sophia yelled as she wrapped her little arms around my legs. I smiled down at the girl as she rubbed her face in my silk dress.

I leaned down and picked the little brunette up smiling as she giggled, her little hands going straight for my face. I quickly pushed my arms out and held her away from me, "Oh no you don't, my make-up is perfect, and you're not going to ruin it."

A soft chuckle came from the entryway, "Aren't you too gorgeous," Apolline said, a wistful smile on her face.

I smiled back at her, "How's Fleur doing?" I asked as I place Sophia back on down on the floor.

"I've never seen her happier," Apolline replied, "And I'm telling you now, she's going to die when she see's all of this," she said, gesturing to my body in the slim white dress.

Little Sophia looked confused as she looked from me to her grandmother then back again before shrugging and walking over to Apolline, "Up," She practically demanded from the older Veela.

Apolline accepted, bending over and picking the young girl up straight away, "You're a bossy little one, aren't you?" She asked laughing as the small child nodded the affirmative, I found I couldn't hold back a smile myself. "Anyway, Fleur's car is about to leave. We'll toot the horn once when we're ready for you to hop into yours." I nodded and waved with a small smile as Apolline left with my daughter.

I was so excited that the smile on my face never left as I heard the toot of horn, as I made my way down to the car waiting for me, even as I bonked my head on the side of the car as I climbed in in a happy daze. My father was waiting in the car, staring at me with a smile on his face, a tear coming to his eye as he reached over and squeezed my hand.

"You look beautiful love… God, I can't believe this day is already upon us and… I can't express to you how sorry I am that it took me so long to come around." My father gushed as he wiped his tears away on a tissue that he kept in his pocket.

"Dad, its okay," I leaned down so I could look into his eyes, "Something tells me that I'll act the same when Sophia brings back her first boyfriend or girlfriend."

My father shook his head, scratching at the slightly greying hairs on the back of his head, "You'll be a much better parent than I…" He trailed off, "Sorry, I'm making your big day about me, aren't I?"

I nodded softly, a big grin on my face, "You are, but that's okay because I love you," I said as I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

He smiled at me as the car came to a stop, I looked out the window and caught a glimpse of the back of Fleur, her white dress hugging her hips had me staring at her perfect ass as she disappeared into the church, walking with her arm linked through her father's. I was startled as my door opened, and my father stood there with his hand held out in front of me. I took the proffered hand with a sheepish smile.

"Don't worry honey," My father said in a soothing tone, "I couldn't keep my eyes off of your mother on our wedding day either.

I slapped my dad's arm lightly as I exclaimed, "Dad! That's gross."

He just looked at me with a knowing smile as he nodded towards the doors to the chapel. I smiled and turned to the doors before linking my arm through my fathers, "I can't believe we're being married in a church, isn't this like anti-Christian or something?" I asked my father.

He just shook his head with a chuckle, "Jesus himself said, and I quote 'He who has sinned may cast the first stone,' and the Bible is literally filled with little things that say you should love everyone equally. All this crap about being Gay is an affront to God is just morons using their faith as a way to hurt people that are different. In the Lord's eyes, your love is just the same as mine and your mothers."

I smiled at my father's acceptance, him being Christian made it hard to accept a lot of things about who I was, but he always came around, sometimes it just took a little while. I happily leaned in and kissed his cheek again, his time as I pulled away I noticed two lip imprints from my lipstick and I quietly hoped that I hadn't smudged. I would have asked my father, but he was of no help when it came to any of this stuff. I giggled as I glanced at his outfit, knowing that the only way he could have picked such a nice suit is if my mother had been the one to choose it.

The doors to the chapel opened outwards, and I smiled as I was greeted by the sight of all of my friends and at least half my family, some of my aunts and uncles had strained smiles, but they were here none-the-less. Everyone else though, I could tell they wore genuine smiles, I cast a quick glance around the isles of chairs, searching for a particular redhead but to no avail. I wasn't exactly expecting her to show up, but somewhere, deep inside my heart, I had hoped that she'd have been able to make it.

I felt crestfallen as I started up the aisle to the love ballad that Fleur and I had picked because it just screamed us. Fleur stood at the end of the aisle, a warm, welcoming smile on her face, her face flushed as her eyes raked over my body, even from this far away I could tell she was impressed. But I couldn't feel happy for long as I stared at Fleur, the tight fit wasn't just focussed on her back but on her front as well.

Her breasts were pushed together and upwards, showing the barest amount of cleavage, leaving the rest to your imagination. Of course, I didn't need to use my imagination as I'd seen those perfect breasts many times, but the effect still had a slight hold on me as my mind wandered about what could possibly be hiding under that perfect, silky dress. I picked up my speed, wanting nothing more than to just sprint up to Fleur and lay a kiss directly to her lips right away. But I held strong until I reached the end where the Priest, my mother, Apolline, Gabrielle, and Monsieur. My mother smiled as she stepped up and gave me a quick hug.

"You look lovely, darling," She smiled.

"Thanks, mum," I smiled before turning to Fleur, my breath caught in my throat and gasped as I took in Fleur's appearance from up close. Her hair done up in a high ponytail with her hair curled and flaying out and down to her neck, her flawless face wasn't marred by the slightest of makeup and was instantly jealous as I needed makeup to look half as good as her. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, lingering there until a throat clearing to my right broke us apart.

"We're not at that part yet ladies," The Priest smiled at us as the doors to the Chapel flew open, crashing against the walls with a loud thud, a disheveled redhead started to run towards the front the small gathering of people up the front.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," Ginny apologized sadly, "Something went wrong with the Portkey, and I had to fly all the way here," She whispered into my ear, so no one else heard.

I smiled before embracing the redhead in a tight hug, "It's okay Gin, I'm just glad you made it time," I said as I pushed her to her spot right next to me.

She smiled apologetically at everyone else as the Priest started to speak, I tried desperately to listen to what the man was saying, but I quickly got lost as I stared into Fleur's eyes. I just wanted to jump in and swim in the endless ocean of blue that was staring back at me, and before I knew it, I was being nudged in the side. I yelped, startled by the sudden intrusion, "Your vows," the Priest repeated causing the audience to laugh.

I smiled sheepishly before clearing my throat and speaking loud enough for everyone to hear, "Fleur, I… I honestly don't think that words can do justice to how I feel for you, but I'm going to give it a shot. When I first met you I, I just seemed to lose myself, and it was terrifying, I remember talking to you, remember forcing myself to be annoyed at you because I couldn't believe just how a girl could be so damn beautiful."

"I denied my feelings, denied the fact that I could have fallen so easily for a girl I'd just met because, I was a girl of science and knowledge and none of that said anything, in fact, it refuted that people could fall in love just like that. I ignored my feelings because I couldn't explain how they were there, but they were, and then… Then you got hurt, and I wanted to say it so badly, I clutched your hand as you laid there all battered and bruised but, I still couldn't say it… What I'm trying to say is that I wished I'd told you much sooner than I did." I said, losing my nerve at the end of my little rant, realizing I hadn't actually said anything about how much I loved her, but what I had told her was that I'd practically fallen in love with her when I first laid eyes on her. I smiled, I guess it didn't really matter, so long as Fleur always looked at me just like she was now it wouldn't matter what was happening, the love I could see in her eyes was all I needed.

"And now, Fleur?" The Priest asked, and my love cleared her throat much the same as I had before speaking.

"Hermione, I was gone from the moment I laid eyes on you, you just looked perfect as I gazed at you, sitting on that seat in the park. I knew I needed to find a way to speak to you, and thankfully, my sister facilitated our first meeting nicely. When I heard your voice for the first time, I knew, right then, that you were the girl for me. Your voice was just so magical, even as you demanded I give you back your book, even that hard look in your eye couldn't scare me away. It was a hard couple of months before we met again, but as soon as I did my plan was enacted, I needed you, not in a sexual way," She said hurriedly as she glanced at the Priest who simply smiled at her. "But I needed you, needed to be with you, to be around you, to just… Hear your voice again." She smiled sweetly at me.

"Hermione, as you know, you are the only person in the entire world for me, no one can replace what we have together… No one can ever replace you…" She trailed off as she leaned in and kissed me, causing the Priest to huff.

"Not yet," he chided amused at our antics.

The Priest quickly started to drone on once again, and I needed to be prompted once again to put the wedding ring on Fleur's finger. Of course, the ring slid on easily, just like the ring for my finger slid on immediately.

"I now pronounce you wife and wife, you may now kiss… Each other," The Priest grinned before we leaned in and kissed each other deeply.

"I love you," I whispered before kissing the blonde once again.

"I love you too," Fleur replied between kisses.

Four Hours Later

I lay in bed panting as Fleur laid at my side, her breath coming in heavy as well as she stared into my eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You finally let me get a look at that body you've been hiding," She grinned lasciviously as her eyes raked over my bare body, "You have no idea how badly I wanted to tear that dress off of you throughout the evening.

I smiled at her, the same lust in her eyes and smile was mirrored in mine, "Oh I had a fair idea, in fact, I remember thinking that you were going to want to as I looked at myself in the mirror. But your continuously wandering hands did tip me off a little."

Fleur laughed lustfully as she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling us closer together, "Yeah that may have done it, you remember the look on your dad's face when he caught me grabbing your ass? He looked so embarrassed, almost as embarrassed as you did love."

I swatted Fleurs arm lightly before leaning down and biting her neck softly, relishing in the sound that emanated from the young woman's throat, "Enough talking, it's time to go again," I insisted, meeting no resistance from Fleur.

A.N. Sorry, no smut in this chapter, truthfully I was going to add it in, but I got lazy, oh well. Also, I know they couldn't really get married at the time this fic is set in and especially not in a chapel, but I just couldn't help myself, so I had them get married anyway, hope you enjoyed!