Author's note: I forgot to clarify somewhere in this fic summary that there are NO Horcruxes in this fic so Voldy is definitely dead (X.X). I'll add it now.

We are getting close to the end... maybe two chapters more! Took me forever to get to this point. I started this fic in 2014! xD

Chapter 29: Recovery

The girls were kept under observation. The Healer told them that while the core sharing had gone successfully, they wanted to make sure there were no side effects. Hermione had questions, of course.

"Apologies for not explaining things earlier completely, Miss Granger," Healer Devereux apologised, "we were running out of time," she said as she sat down with them in Fleur's room after having checked on the blonde.

"I understand," replied Hermione, Fleur leaned into her side as they sat together, barely any space between them. More details wouldn't have changed her actions but she was curious now.

"Core sharing is done but usually sparingly between blood bonds, family members. It's very difficult and volatile magic. It had been done before to keep family members alive while healing injuries, but Fleur was in stasis. We needed to bring her out of it first, but the stasis was what had kept her alive, slowing down the death process. Otherwise, she would have been dead already" explained the Healer, looking at Fleur apologetically for her words.

Fleur shrugged slightly. It was the truth. However that stasis happened, she was happy that it did. It allowed her to still be here, with her Hermione.

"Core sharing wouldn't work while she was still in stasis but taking her out of stasis without some sort of stabiliser would have surely stopped her heart altogether… she was already very weak," Healer Devereux continued.

Hermione pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Fleur's face and took her hand in hers to remind herself that the blonde was still here, with her.

The Healer looked at the brunette and continued, "We needed both your bond as a conduit to 'wake' Fleur up and your core to be shared to stabilise her simultaneously. Both procedures were from the same individual to make sure there was no delay in between or it would have been fatal. My second worry was the possibility that the core sharing would be too unstable for you both since you don't share blood. Had it been so, it would have been fatal. It would have destabilised your core, Miss Granger, sending your heart crashing, and also failed to stabilise Fleur, which would have sent her crashing too."

Fleur leaned harder against Hermione, arms too weak for her to lift them to pull the brunette into a hug but Hermione read the blonde and gently pulled her into her arms.

"What sort of side effects should we be looking out for?" Hermione asked, carefully observing the woman in her arms. She wanted to be alert and informed enough to pick anything unusual with her blonde.

"Inability to do magic or sudden bursts of it, unusual sudden fatigue, nausea and anything out of the norm. Just come see me if you notice anything. The core sharing was temporary. So, we are hoping that even if there are side effects, they will not last long."

Hermione nodded, pressing a loving kiss against Fleur's forehead who hummed happily. They ended up staying at the Delacour Château for a whole week before Healer Devereux was happy to 'discharge' them.

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After that week, it was time for them to go back to Hogwarts again. The Floo had again been the easiest way to get back to Hogwarts, but Hermione could still see and feel through their bond that the trip had taken a toll on the tired and hurt blonde.

It was currently late night and the Delacour family were preparing to leave after discussing a few things with the Headmaster.

"Karkaroff has been arrested and kept in confinement by the Aurors. He will go through a trial," Dumbledore informed them. "In other news, Bulgarian officials were here a few days ago and took the Durmstrang delegation back to Bulgaria, with Krum being under house arrest and under investigation for possibly being an accomplice in Karkaroff's plans."

Apolline let out a sigh of relief. She didn't want her daughter to be under constant attack from the Bulgarian when in such a fragile state. Hermione felt a wave of relief go through her as well. She didn't know what she would have done if she saw the man. It was best for everyone that he was gone.

They had bid the girls goodbye, entrusting their blonde to the Gryffindor with full confidence. Apolline, Armand and Isabelle had to get back to their jobs and clan business but not before getting a promise from the girls that they would owl regularly.

Hermione had been informed that the Grangers had been dropped back to their house and were being kept informed of the situation but that they expected a letter from Hermione as soon as she was able.

Right now, the girls were in Fleur's room in the carriage, and the Gryffindor was more focused on her mate. She'd deal with the other things later. She made the Veela sit on the bed before bending down to take off her shoes and socks. "Lay down love. I'll tuck you in," she whispered affectionately.

"Merci 'Ermione," Fleur murmured, eyeing the brunette as she followed her request. She shakily put her hand forward and grasped Hermione's, "join me?" she asked.

Hermione shook her head. The bed at the Château had been large enough for Hermione to share with Fleur without worrying about hurting her by mistake. She had kept to her side, but the bed in the carriage wasn't large enough for that. "I don't want to hurt you, Fleur," she whispered worriedly.

"You don't 'urt me, mon amour. You 'eal me… please?" she asked again.

Hermione looked at the blonde and sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to say no. She got out of her shoes and socks and slipped into the bed, lying beside the blonde and pulling her gently into her arms. "I want to feel you… please?" she asked hesitantly. It felt like an awkward request, but she needed it so bad.

Fleur, reading her brunette's mind, tucked her head under Hermione's chin and pressed a kiss to her neck, "oui" she answered.

Hermione exhaled in relief, and with the wave of her hand, their clothes disappeared, reappearing neatly folded on Fleur's desk. She sighed in contentment at the feeling of Fleur's warm skin against her… she had been so close to never getting the chance to feel this again. She felt tears prickle her eyes and gently tightened her hold around the blonde.

Feeling the brunette's distress through their bond, Fleur lifted her head and brought her hand up shakily to wipe the tears trickling down the Gryffindor's face. "I'm 'ere…" she uttered gently.

"I know… I know," blubbered Hermione, looking deeply into the sad apologetic azure eyes in front of her, "I was so close to losing you, Fleur. I cannot lose you…" She brought her hand up to caress the lightning bolt scar on the blonde chest.

"It's ugly. Isn't it..." The French witch murmured insecurely, resting her hand on Hermione's one on her chest. She had seen it just in passing and wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"No… no, it is proof that you are here with me," replied Hermione seriously, dipping her head to press a gentle kiss to the scar, pouring all the thankfulness into it, to whatever it was that saved her love's life. She looked up, cupping Fleur's cheek and pressed their lips gently together, pouring all the love she had for the blonde into it.

Fleur pulled the brunette closer, deepening the kiss. It had been so long since she had Hermione all to herself. She allowed herself to enjoy the warmth of Hermione against her skin. "Je t'aime, 'Ermione."

Hermione sobbed, pulling away to wipe at her tears that were falling non-stop, "I love you too," she said with a slight smile, "Don't leave me, ok?" she asked, voice small and fearful as she buried herself into Fleur's chest.

"Never, as long as I have a choice" Fleur promised, pressing a kiss against the brunette's hair. She held Hermione tight and whispered sweet nothings and promises into her ear until they fell asleep, wrapped into each other.

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Ever since she woke up, every day has been a struggle for Fleur, but Hermione was there for her at every turn. The Gryffindor Head Girl held the Veela to heal her, massaging her sore muscles when they would spasm. She helped the blonde get dressed when she struggled and kissed her frustrations away at not being able to do simple things. She made sure to be there for the blonde in all the capacities she was able to.

"You are getting better, Fleur," Hermione whispered from behind the Veela, pressing a kiss on the blonde's bare shoulder before helping her to slip her arms through her shirt sleeves.

"I know but zis iz frustrating, 'Ermione... '' Fleur replied, looking into the mirror, jaw clenching as she gritted her teeth before looking down at her feet, "I don't want to rely on you so much."

Hermione rounded the blonde, pulling the blonde's chin up gently to force her to look at her, "I want you to rely on me, Fleur. We are mates."

Fleur lowered her eyes, "I don't want to be a burden to you, 'Ermione," she whispered with a sad smile.

"Look at me," Hermione ordered, feeling anger bubble inside her as tears welled in her eyes at the same time, she hated seeing her fierce Veela so fragile. She waited until azure eyes met hers before she continued, "would I be a burden to you if I was in your spot right now?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Fleur shook her head shakily, "Never, 'Ermione. I would do anything for you."

"And you have!" Hermione exclaimed with a sob, "you have! You stepped in front of a killing curse for me! And I know I would do the very same without hesitation. You will never be a burden for me, Fleur… you… you are my everything!" she wept, gripping the blonde's shirt tightly as she buried her face in the blonde's chest.

Fleur wrapped the brunette into her arms and held her tight, "I know, mon amour… I'm sorry, I'm being stupid," she whispered apologetically.

"Yes, you are!" Hermione chuckled through her tears. Wiping her face, she pulled away, "now stop being a dummy and let me finish getting you dressed so we can go to the library," she admonished, pressing a kiss to the blonde's chest before starting to button her shirt.

Fleur looked at her mate adoringly. She was really the luckiest person in the whole world. "Apologies for getting in-between you and ze library," she joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

Hermione sent her a playful glare. "There!" she announced with a smile as she finished buttoning the last button, "Now, sit down on the bed," she ordered, waiting for the blonde to obey her directions before she sank to her knees and pulled fresh socks on the blonde's feet and slipped on her shoes, tying the shoelaces into a neat bow.

There were just a few weeks left before the girls would have to take their N.E. and with everything that had happened, they didn't get a chance to study much so now they were making the effort to go to the library to study together and catch up on their schoolwork.

The trek up to the castle and to the library was a bit tiring to Fleur, but she managed with the help of Hermione. She smiled as she settled into a chair at their usual table with Hermione, slipping into a chair next to her this time instead of across her.

"I have our books in my bag. What do you want to study first?" asked Hermione as she rummaged through her bag.

"Hmm, Charms?" replied Fleur. It was her favourite subject, after all.

Shaking her head with a smile at the predictable blonde, Hermione pulled out their Charm school books as well as the Ultimate Charms book that Fleur had given her at the start of the year. She ran her fingers lovingly over the spine of the book. Oh, how things have changed since she received that book. She had been so rude to the blonde back then. She turned to the Veela and pressed a quick kiss on her cheek.

Fleur smiled, cheeks warming up, "what was zhat for?" she asked, not that she was complaining.

"For loving me," replied Hermione with a shy grin.

Fleur beamed, "I always will," she replied, resting her chin on the brunette's shoulder and looking at her dopily.

Hermione laughed and pressed a quick kiss on the blonde's lips before turning back to the books, "I love you," she replied, "now, let's study because I'm not sure I can still love you if you fail your N.E. ," she joked.

Fleur gasped in mock shock, shakily bringing her hands to her chest, "you wound me, 'Ermione! Just for zis, I will get a better grade zhan you!" she challenged, slowly grabbing one of the books.

Hermione gaped in outrage, "You're on!"

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Two weeks later...

"It's wrong, Fleur!" Hermione argued. They were currently in the Room of Requirements practising potions and from the looks of it, it wasn't going well. It wasn't Hermione's best subject but she was quite alright at it and the potion wasn't supposed to be this colour.

"It's ok, 'Ermione, we just need to add two spoons of Dragonsroot paste," replied Fleur, fishing out the ingredient from one of the cabinets, "It doesn't affect the integrity of ze potion." She was in a better mood now that her muscles had recovered enough for her to be able to do most things herself.

Hermione frowned and flicked through her textbook pages. "This ingredient is not even mentioned for this potion, Fleur," she replied sceptically.

Fleur grinned and approached her mate with a jar in her hand. "Trust me, mon amour," she said as she popped the lid open with little effort and scooped out two spoonfuls and flicked it into the cauldron.

Hermione closed her eyes and recoiled, expecting the mixture to blow up. When nothing happened, she heard Fleur laughing. Opening her eyes cautiously, she eyed the mixture and was surprised that it was to the exact colour the book prescribed. A bright royal purple.

"Voila!" Fleur replied cheekily.

Hermione growled, rounding the table and grabbing the blonde by the collar, pulling her down to kiss her senseless.

Fleur moaned deep and reciprocated in kind. She loved kissing Hermione. She gasped when Hermione pulled back slightly and looked at her with darkened chocolate eyes, "wha… was zhat… for?" she panted.

"I find your intelligence sexy," Hermione replied with a shrug, biting the blonde's lower lip playfully before pulling away completely. "It turns me on," she said with a slight blush as she went back to her spot.

Fleur whined at the loss of contact. Sure, they had been holding each other at night when they went to bed naked, but they hadn't slept slept together since she got hurt, and she was buzzing right now.

Hermione smirked, feeling the blonde's frustration through the bond. She was frustrated too, to be honest, but she didn't want to risk hurting Fleur. The blonde was doing a lot better than before, but she still didn't want to assume. The blonde had the habit of toughing it out in front of her.

Fleur growled and approached the brunette, grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pressed her against a wall. Hermione's breath hitched as the blonde's forceful display, looking up to find blazing blue eyes boring into hers.

Fleur slowly leaned forward, watching in satisfaction as Hermione's pupils dilated in anticipation but at the very last minute, she veered away from the brunette's lips to her ear, "Enough 'Ermione," Fleur husked before trailing her tongue on the shell of the brunette's ear.

Hermione groaned, hands gripping Fleur's side as the blonde slowly made her way down, pressing loving kisses to her cheek, chin, neck, shoulder, sternum. Hermione lost her grip on the blonde as the Veela dropped slowly to her knees and started lifting her skirt, "Fleur?! What are you doing?!" she squeaked.

"Having you, mon amour…" Fleur whispered, blowing a hot breath onto the brunette's centre, smiling as the girl's legs trembled. She wrapped her hands around milky thighs and leaned forward, pressing a kiss on the wet patch blooming on the brunette's knickers.

"Fleur, please!" Hermione croaked, threading one of her hands into blonde locks while the other tried to find purchase on the wall. It had been so long, and she was so embarrassingly wet already.

Fleur hooked her finger around the Gryffindor's underwear and pulled it down, waiting for Hermione to step out of them. Hermione only managed to remove her right leg before Fleur decided she'd done enough waiting. She lifted Hermione's left leg over her shoulder, knickers dangling at her ankle and buried her nose into the brunette's folds. At the first taste of Hermione, she felt revitalised.

Hermione moaned as she felt Fleur lapping at her like a starved woman. Gods, I'm so close already! "God, love! Yes!" she hissed when she felt the blonde's tongue enter her. Everything inside was coiled impossibly tight, ready to explode.

Fleur moaned into the folds, smiling when Hermione moaned in kind as the vibrations travelled through her centre. She kept thrusting inside her mate, feeling her essence coat her tongue.

"Oh Merlin, Fleur!" Hermione gasped, hands tightening even further in Fleur's hair as she pushed the blonde's face harder into her core.

Fleur pulled away and brought one hand up, entering Hermione with two fingers as she captured the brunette's nub with her teeth, biting gently before suckling hard.

"Fleur!" Hermione cried out as she came, gushing into Fleur's mouth who moaned as she drank all that her mate had to give to her.

BOOM! CLANG! SPLASH! Clang, clang...

The pair jumped in shock. Fleur jumped to her feet to shield Hermione from whatever the noises were coming from.

When nothing more happened, the two looked at what caused the commotion and found their potion decorating the floor, the cauldron still rolling on the other side of the room, having overboiled while left unattended.

Hermione panted, still trying to catch her breath and turned to look at Fleur before bursting out laughing.

Fleur smiled at her mate, laughing lightly with her.

Hermione laughed and laughed until sobs came out, and she chuckled through them, "I love you," she whispered through her tears. She could feel their connection slowly being restored in a way she hadn't felt since Fleur got hit by the killing curse, it was pulsing inside her, waking up and getting stronger. Thrumming inside her like pure Fleur was flowing through her veins.

Fleur gathered the brunette into her arms, totally understanding the myriad of emotions coursing through her mate from their bond. She pressed a kiss on her love's forehead.

The lights dimmed and the pair lifted their heads to see the Room of Requirement change around them. From their potion lab, it turned to the outdoors, moonlight streaming through tall trees, illuminating a grassy clearing where there was what looked like a bed in the middle, surrounded by candles and fireflies. Hermione sniffed, chuckling at the sight.

Fleur cupped Hermione's face in her palms, pressing a gentle kiss on each moist eye in reverence… then a kiss on Hermione's nose, feeling the brunette's smile in her heart and capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

Hermione kissed the blonde back, tasting herself on the Veela's tongue and squeaked when she felt herself being lifted bridal-style, "Fleur! Let me down! You are going to hurt yourself!" as she looped her hands behind Fleur's nape to steady herself.

The Veela just shook her head and walked towards the bed, carrying her most precious cargo. She deposited Hermione gently onto it, watching as Hermione sank deliciously into the soft mattress.

Hermione didn't remove her hands from around the blonde's nape, pulling her down on top of her until Fleur's weight settled on her. Suddenly, desperate to feel Fleur, she banished their clothes with the wave of a hand and ran her hands over the blonde's torso when she felt her shiver to the light breeze blowing.

Groaning as their hot skins met, Fleur peered into scintillating chocolate eyes. She could see her whole life in there, amidst swirling gold and molten brown.

Hermione watched as Fleur pulled back and reverently mapped her freckled skin with fleeting touches with the tip of her fingers. The Gryffindor held her breath, feeling goosebumps erupting all over. Fleur's fingers trailed over her burning skin, lazily running over her stomach to her chest, crawling upwards to her collarbone, following the column of her neck to the contours of her jaw before cupping her cheek.

The blonde ran her thumb over the rosy skin of Hermione's cheek before letting her hand drop away as she reached to interlace their fingers together, marvelling at how seamlessly their hands fit together… like they were made for each other. She smiled, we are indeed made for each other… She brought their hands to her lips and pressed a kiss to each of Hermione's knuckles, cherishing the goosebumps she could see travelling down the brunette's arms. She loved that she had such an effect on the Gryffindor. The sheer amount of love she had for the brunette, threatening to spill over like an avalanche. She locked teary eyes back onto her mate's, hoping to convey her devotion without words.

The brunette's breath hitched in her throat and her eyes misted over as she felt Fleur's feelings course through her via their bond. It crashed through her being like a tsunami, and she could only allow herself to be swept away, knocking the wind out of her. Their eyes bore into each other. The way Fleur looked at her made Hermione afraid to blink for fear of missing any of it. She felt bare, exposed but at the same time, cherished and adored.

Fleur leaned down and captured Hermione's lips in a deep kiss, pouring everything she felt for the brunette in the kiss.

Hermione moaned and parted her lips, allowing Fleur's tongue into her mouth. She allowed her free hand to roam around the expanse of Fleur's back, up and up until sinking into silvery locks. She instinctively tightened her hold around the blonde's scalp, pulling her deeper into her mouth, drinking like a parched traveller at an oasis in the desert. Her other hand squeezed Fleur's harder, still interlaced, unwilling to let go. She gasped and groaned into the blonde's hot mouth when she felt their centres meet, parting her legs to allow Fleur to settle deeper in-between them. Her whole body was on fire and she wanted nothing but to combust in Fleur's arms.

Fleur bit Hermione's lower lip and gently thrust into the brunette, swallowing her answering moan. She felt Hermione lift her legs and locked her ankles, heels digging into her buttocks, urging her to rock harder. Not one to deny her love, she thrust her hips slowly into her.

Hermione gasped at the feeling of Fleur's wetness spreading over her. The blonde's pace was so deliciously slow. She has never loved someone so completely and passionately like she did her blonde Veela. Her heart was thudding in her ribcage. She had never given herself to someone like this, so entirely, so happily, to the point that she was utterly Fleur's. She could feel Fleur doing the same, giving herself to her and she felt so humbled, so lucky, so unworthy of such a gift. She vowed to cherish it till her last breath.

Fleur shivered at Hermione's gasp. Every sound the brunette made was music to her ears, and she wanted to do everything she could to hear it again. She peppered kisses on every inch of skin within her reach, savouring the taste of her lover's salty skin. Shifting slightly, she dipped her head and ran her tongue on Hermione's pebbled nipple, swirling the wet muscle over the peak before taking it in her mouth.

Hermione's breath hitched as she arched off the mattress, pushing her chest deeper into Fleur's hot mouth, the heat coursing down to her centre. She could feel Fleur all around her and it was one of the most blissful feelings she has ever felt. She welcomed Fleur's hips rolling into hers, meeting each movement with one of her own… whimpering as the blonde's slickness melded into hers.

"I love you more zhan anything in zhis world, 'Ermione," Fleur groaned as she let go of the nipple to move to the other and pressed herself harder against Hermione, ears catching every hitch and puff of the brunette's breath.

Hermione's heart quivered at the blonde's admission. "I love you... more than life itself," she panted, rocking against the blonde's centre, every nerve in her focused on the blonde's wetness coating her skin.

Heart soaring, Fleur lifted her head and gazed in loving brown. She engraved the view into her memory, every freckle on Hermione's flushed skin, the sweat matting the bushy brown hair to the brunette's forehead. Fleur smiled and gently pushed the matted hair behind the brunette's ear.

"Fleur…" Hermione puffed out, "I'm so close," she moaned as her hips picked up speed against the blonde's hot core.

"Joui pour moi, mon amour, [Come for me, my love]," Fleur urged, rocking harder against the brunette. It was like she could feel the brunette's heartbeat resonating between her legs.

"You... with me…" pleaded Hermione as her arms tightened around the blonde, eyes never leaving cerulean blue.

"Always..." Fleur promised as she panted, she'd follow Hermione to the end of the world.

And that one word was all Hermione needed to be tipped over the edge. She threw her head back as she cried out Fleur's name, clutching desperately, nails digging into the blonde's back. In her euphoria, she heard Fleur groan her name in her ear and felt a gush of wetness between her legs, Fleur following her in pleasure. She pulled Fleur closer and pressed her sweaty forehead against the blonde's, getting lost in the blonde's blue eyes. She was right where she needed to be, in Fleur's arms.

They smiled lovingly at each other, hands lazily roaming over each other's bodies as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Forever yours" Hermione whispered, watching as the blue eyes lit up at her declaration.

"À toi pour toujours," Fleur replied in kind.

They smiled at each other, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Hermione tucked her head under Fleur's chin as she burrowed into the blonde's arms. She pressed a long kiss to Fleur's lightning scar. She could feel their connection buzzing stronger in her veins, pulsing with her every heartbeat.

Later that evening, after multiple bouts of furious love to the point they ended skipping dinner, the couple returned to the carriage, showered together and settled on Fleur's bed, tangled together as they read off one book, feeding each other snacks. Fleur was patiently teaching Hermione French. With Hermione's plan to follow Fleur to France after graduation, it made sense for her to start learning the language, despite knowing that most people knew how to speak in English. Hermione smiled as she listened to her girlfriend in teacher mode. It was going well, she had progressed quite a bit. Fleur was so patient with her and so proud when she got it right, it made her heart quiver in her chest. She couldn't have asked for a better partner in life. She snuggled deeper into Fleur's chest, listening to her explain things in her beautiful accent. Life was getting better.

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"Morning everyone!" Hermione greeted along with Fleur as she sat at the Gryffindor table, surprised to see Luna sitting next to Ginny.

"Morning girls, how are you doing? You especially, Fleur?" Neville asked.

"I'm better, Nev, thank you for asking," replied Fleur. Her Beauxbatons group had been buzzing around her ever since she came back and Harry, Ginny, Neville and Luna, had visited frequently as well.

The group chatted about their studies and upcoming N.E. as they ate their breakfast.

"Oh, by the way, Fleur, Dumbledore told me to tell you, we have some press coming later to take our photos as Triwizard Champions. With all the stuff with Voldemort and all, Dumbledore had postponed it all. Also, the prize money was split between us two and deposited into our banks," Harry explained, "I'll meet you at four in the courtyard?"

Fleur nodded, understanding it had to be done, "I'll be zhere, 'Arry."

"And I'm coming with," replied Hermione, frowning, "just to make sure it doesn't get too much for you. You are still healing."

Fleur smiled at her overprotective girlfriend. It was kinda cute.

Ginny laughed, "We sort of guessed that. You two are attached to the hips!"

Luna smiled, "They are cute together."

Hermione blushed and just shoved more eggs into her mouth. There was nothing wrong with how clingy she was being. Fleur loved it anyway.

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It went well. Hermione had nothing to worry about. The press people were nice. It would seem that Dumbledore had somehow personally selected the press he allowed onto the castle grounds. They conducted interviews with Harry, Fleur and surprisingly, her as well. I guess, after all, I had been there . They were asked about the task itself and what happened at the graveyard.

Photos were taken of the two Champions with the Triwizard Cup, together and separately. Hermione had made sure to request copies of all of them. The press, now knowing her relationship with Fleur had even asked the couple some questions about it to which Fleur simply and proudly replied, "she's my mate."

It ended up getting the reporters all excited and they even got the couple to pose together, one with the Cup, where Fleur was holding it triumphantly while Hermione was beaming and kissing her cheek and others, being just the two of them as a couple. Hermione didn't mind. Fleur was hers and she was Fleurs, and she had no issues with the world knowing.

After it was all done and dusted, the pair packed their stuff to get ready to head back. "Come," said Hermione, pulling on Fleur's hand, "let's get back to the carriage."

"You seem to be in a 'urry to get back to ze carriage," grinned Fleur, wiggling her eyebrows.

Hermione laughed before smirking at the blonde, "well, I have a gift fit for a Triwizard Champion," she whispered huskily.

Fleur snorted, "For 'Arry?"

Hermione smacked her lightly in the back of the head.

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RESPONSE TO REVIEWERS:

pclauink: He is definitely dead. This story doesn't go into the arc of Horcruxes and whatnot. It wasn't my plan, I wanted to concentrate more on Hermione and Fleur's story :)

RenBiscuits: She lives! Or you guys would have killed me xD I'm happy you are enjoying this!

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Guest 1: Thank you! I didn't want to go into the Horcruxes arc and Voldemort and Harry's saga and all. I wanted it to be centred around Hermione and Fleur :)

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