A/N: I made some edits, hope its not so confusing

Hermione stepped out of the floo and promptly tripped on the slightly raised floor. A soft chuckle sounded behind her,

"Just like your father."

Hermione's eyes widened and she slowly stood. Her heart began beating quickly as she turned around. She gasped as she saw a beautiful wood framed portrait sitting above the fireplace. In it, a beautiful young couple greeted her eyes. Her parents. Her father had short black hair and brown eyes while her mother had long curly brown hair, just like her own.

"M-mum? Dad?"

The couple in the portrait nodded and smiled at her, "Oh Hermione," said her father, "you are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."

"Either of us. We have missed you so much darling." Said her mother. Hermione fell into the chair behind her and swallowed, "So this…this is real? You're really…?"

Her mother nodded.

"And I'm really…?"

Her father nodded.

After Hermione got over her initial shock, the three of them spent the rest of the day getting to know each other. Alice was very eccentric but also incredibly brilliant and witty. She lightened the mood when Hermione and her father became too serious, and she would randomly interrupt with something she had forgotten. Hermione told them about the second wizarding war and watched as their faces morphed into anger and concern over her trials and then pride as she told them of her career.

"Oh Hermione. We are so proud of you! But darling, I haven't heard you say a word about a boyfriend throughout all of this!"

Hermione blushed and Derek narrowed his eyes before whispering something to his wife. Alice frowned and looked at him, "She what?" He rolled his eyes and whispered again. Alice turned a confused eye to blushing, nervous Hermione. "Oh! Oh…Ohhh! Well that's fine too darling. So long as it's not a dwarf or a goblin." Derek elbowed his wife and she frowned, "What? I don't want miniature grandchildren." He rolled his eyes, "But if you did love a goblin we'd be fine with that too." Alice grumbled in the portrait.

Hermione chuckled, "I'll keep that in mind mum. There is one girl but…I don't think she's interested in me beyond friendship. Plus she's married, so…"

She was interrupted by a burst of laughter from her father, Alice blushed slightly and answered, "Um…so was I when your father decided to become a home wrecker."

He snorted, "That home was wrecked long before I showed up." This time she elbowed him, and he winked at Hermione. "Darling, it never hurts to try, but only if you love her."

Sighing, Hermione shook her head, "Can I look through the rest of the house?"

Her father smiled and nodded. "Of course, sweetheart. It's yours." He cleared his throat and called out, "Doll?" An elf popped into the room and Derek frowned, "You're not Doll…don't tell me…"

"I'm sorry sir, but my mother has passed. However, she asked me to take care of the manor and its owner."

He shook his head sadly, "I'm very sorry for your loss. What is your name?" he asked the young elf.

"Remy, sir."

Smiling, he answered, "Ah I remember when she was pregnant with you! My how you have grown. Do you wish to work for our daughter, Hermione?"

The elf turned to her and Hermione groaned, "Oh no…" She had met Remy during many of her SPEW protests.

Remy smiled reassuringly, "Dobby has explained everything, Missus Hermione. I would be more than happy to work for you."

Derek frowned and asked where the two had met. Alice struggled to withhold her laughter as Remy regaled the two with stories of Hermione trying to force him into clothes.

"Well…we're glad to hear you have such – ah – enthusiasm, sweetheart." Derek said, his voice more than a little amused.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the portrait, and Remy led her through the two story house, making certain to save the library for last. When Hermione opened the door to what was once her room, she felt a tear slip out the corner of her eye.

What would her life have been like if her parents had survived?

Remy awkwardly patted Hermione's hand, unsure of how to handle such emotional moments. Eventually, Hermione took a deep breath, choosing to be glad of her future, and cleaned her face. Hoping to cheer the woman up, Remy immediately escorted Hermione to the library. It apparently composed most of the house and just as Derek predicted, Hermione was soon lost in the library and then lost in a book.

"Missus must wake."

Hermione shot up and looked around, blinking the sleep from her eyes, "What?" she asked confused as she spied the unfamiliar surroundings. Suddenly, the events from yesterday hit her and she rubbed her face. "Merlin Remy, what time is it?"

"It is just after 12. Remy lets you sleep in." He narrowed his eyes and shook his finger, "But no more reading so late! Is bad for you."

Hermione blinked at the reprimand, "Didn't take you long to fall into your role…" Rubbing her face, she laid back and tried to recall if she had anything to do today.

Oh no. She thought, her eyes widening.

Fleur.

Hermione jumped up, "Twelve?! Shit! I'm late!" she said and tried to exit the incredibly large library. After about the fifth dead end, she banged her head on the wall and whined, "Remyyyy how do I get out of here?"

Remy grabbed Hermione's hand, leading her to the nearest fireplace, that was only a row over. "Here you gos, Missus."

Hermione grabbed the floo powder and tossed it into the flames, shouting a quick thanks to Remy as she stepped through to Diagon Alley.

She quickly found the café Fleur mentioned the previous day and before entering, transfigured her clothes and cast a quick cleansing spell. Pleased with her appearance and smell, Hermione walked into the café. Immediately, her eyes were drawn to the blonde beauty and the male getting far too comfortable with her.

She growled, wishing he would go far from her Fleur, and suddenly, he was flung through the window, shattering it as he was forced outside and well…far from Fleur. The shocked blonde stood and looked around for the culprit. Hermione's eyes widened as she realized that she caused Fleur's admirer to crash through the window. Closing her eyes, she slapped her forehead with her hand, wishing she could disappear before Fleur saw her.

A loud pop sounded throughout the café.

Hermione felt that sickening tug at her stomach and swore mentally. Surely she didn't….

When Hermione opened her eyes, she was back in the room with her parent's painting. Her mouth dropped open, "Ugghhh! MOM!" She yelled and turned around to face them.

"Whoops, gotta go!" Alice said before running through the portraits.

Hermione watched shocked as the woman ran away from her. "M-mom!" she sputtered in disbelief. "Get back here! I have a date and you and all of this extra magic is screwing me over!" she yelled angrily.

Hermione's eyes widened in horror, "Oh Merlin, I have a date!" Her eyes shot to the clock 12:15. "And I'm so late!" she groaned. Turning her eyes to the sole occupant of the painting, she pointed at her father, "You! Tell my mother that this isn't over! I'll be back!"

Grabbing the floo powder, she shouted and stepped through to Diagon Alley once more.

This time when Hermione arrived at the café, Fleur was alone. Satisfied, she rushed to the table.

"Hello Fleur. I'm sorry I'm late."

Fleur turned and stood, "Ermione! It is no problem! The strangest thing just 'appened..." Fleur shook her head and pulled Hermione into her arms for a hug. Hermione discreetly buried her nose in the woman's hair reveling in her scent. After a hug that may have lasted longer than it should've, they sat down and Fleur flashed a charming smile that nearly made Hermione melt.

"'Ow are you?" Fleur asked and Hermione grinned,

"Hungry! I can't remember the last time I had a meal. How a...bout..." Fleur narrowed her eyes dangerously and Hermione's eyes moved from side to side before settling back on the veela, "Um?"

Fleur's lip formed a scowl as she set the menu on the table, and still, the woman was beautiful, "You 'ave not been eating properly, 'Ermione. Zis iz no good! You will meet me 'ere every day and at 'ome once a week for dinner or I will 'unt you down. Got it?"

Hermione gulped and nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

Fleur nodded and resumed looking through the menu just as the waiter came to their table.

"What can I get you ladies?" he asked.

Hermione opened her mouth to order something that was admittedly unhealthy. Fleur cleared her throat before Hermione could make a sound, and glared at the brunette until her mouth shut and she sat there, head lowered. Fleur smiled at the amused waiter and ordered for them both.

Fleur glared at her until the food arrived. When Hermione started eating, Fleur smiled and Hermione would've happily eaten the café out of house and home if it meant Fleur would continue smiling like that.

"Much better. Do you cook?" she asked.

Hermione nodded, "I can a bit, but I'm rarely home long enough to do so."

Fleur shook her head as she began to eat her own meal, "Zen what do you eat?"

Hermione shrugged, "Muggle food. I just grab a quick bite on the way home. My apartment is littered with boxes."

Fleur bit her lip thoughtfully. Hermione's eyes were riveted on the blonde's lips while she was still attempting to eat. As a result, her food fell off her fork and onto her clothes with a plop. Fleur hid her laughter behind her hand, and Hermione groaned, her cheeks turning red. She pouted and Fleur chuckled, "Don't pout, mon amour."

How could she pout? Fleur had just called her love.

The blonde smiled, "'Ermione…I was thinking…per'aps I could move in with you?"

Hermione's heart stopped and her mind exploded as she contemplated all the possibilities. Simultaneously, all the windows in the establishment blew out, and the two of them, as well as their table, levitated and stuck to the ceiling. Everyone stared at them in shock.

Fleur shrieked and held tightly to the chair, once she realized she was upside down. "Que se passe-t-il?!" she shrieked.

Hermione blushed, "Ah sorry. My magic has been fluctuating lately."

Fleur gestured wildly, "Repose-nous au sol, espèce de sale lion!"

Hermione put her hands in the air, attempting to calm the French woman down, "Alright, alright! I'm sorry. I'll put us back." As she said that, the two of them slowly turned right side up and landed gently on the ground. Hermione glared at the table that was still attached to the ceiling,

"On your own time then."

It rattled before landing on the ground as well.

Hermione mentally groaned once she realized she had spoken to the table like it was conscious.

Oh god, it's barely been a day and I'm already turning into my mother….

The owner came marching out angrily and headed straight for them, "WHAT THE HELL IS – Oh! Ms. Granger. Did you do this?"

Hermione nodded, "I apologize, I'll gladly –"

The man shook his head, "No. Please, it's an honor to have you here. Besides, I was thinking of making a change."

Hermione raised a disbelieving brow, "I hardly think this is what you were thinking..." She gestured to the glassless windows.

He waved her off, "Call it inspiration. Enjoy your food, you as well Miss. It's on the house." He left and Hermione shrugged, returning to her food. Fleur tried to do the same. However, before she could put the spoon to her lips, she began laughing. Hermione glared, "Are you laughing at me?"

Fleur nodded and gasped out, "You put us on ze ceiling!"

Hermione tried to maintain a straight face but ended up joining the veela in laughter. The people in the café glared at them, which did nothing to help with their laughter. After a while, Fleur wiped a tear from her eye and cleared her throat, "So, will you consider my proposal?"

Hermione shook her head in confusion, "Why do you want to move in? What about Bill?"

Fleur smirked, "'E is gay, 'ermione. And 'e plans to tell 'is parents soon. I don't wish to stay zere when 'e starts bringing 'ome men left and right. He is a bit of a slut. Zo, i need a place to stay, and...I have always liked you."

Fireworks sounded outside their window and Fleur raised a knowing brow, "I take it zis makes you 'appy?"

Hermione blushed, "It's just…ahh…rent! Yeah, it was sapping way too much out of my bank account."

Fleur snorted, "You mean rent for your small two-bedroom apartment is too much for ze massive earnings you 'ave accumulated after ze war? Ze earnings zhat you 'ave compounded on and are known for handing out to zose in need?" Hermione flushed at being caught and stammered out nonsense. Fleur chuckled and decided to let Hermione slide lest they end up back on the ceiling, "What kind of ami would I be if I did not 'elp you with zis problem, oui? Plus, I will be able to keep an eye on you. Are you free for ze rest of today?"

Hermione blinked, "Y-you want to move in now?"

Fleur smiled as they both finished their meals. "Oui, Bill is going out tonight. Plus, I apparently need to clean my new 'ome." She said with a disapproving look to Hermione, "You will 'elp." She stood, "Allons-y!"

Hermione smiled and the fireworks followed them out until Hermione turned and yelled, "Will you stop it!"

They stopped moving for a moment, before forming into a mouth that blew a raspberry at her. After that, they sizzled into nothing.

Hermione's jaw dropped and Fleur laughed dragging Hermione down the street while the brunette cried, "Did you see that?! Did my own bloody magic just sass me?!"

Fleur laughed and turned back to smile at the brown eyed witch, "No, of course not 'Ermione." Hermione huffed and followed Fleur silently, quieted by the disarming smile.

A/N: If it's still confusing, please let me know!