"Seriously Mione, I never thought the two of you would last this long." Ron said, taking a large gulp of his fire whiskey as the other guests mingled around in the room. Hermione immediately fixed her face into a stern look, raising her eyebrow at her red-haired friend.

"And what exactly do you mean by that Ronald?"

Anyone would be able to pick up the warning in the brunette's voice, prompting the listener to think very carefully of what they were going to say next, but if Ron noticed it, he showed no signs and just shrugged before looking over across the room to look at the person he was referring to.

"Just the whole marriage thing. I mean…yeah you and Fleur look happy and everything. It's just weird to think that you two being so different being all married and that."

"You better not be insulting my marriage Ron. I'll have you know that Fleur and I are very happy." Hermione fixed the redhead with a glare, almost getting enticed to whip out her wand and put a hex on her old school friend.

"Of course not Mione! I'm just saying…the way the two of you are…its kind of an odd match."

"And odd match which work perfectly together!" Ginny exclaimed, entering the conversation, and flashing her brother a glare as she sat down beside the brunette, a glass of wine in her hand which threatened to spill as she sat down. "I hope that my marriage with Harry will be as perfect as theirs! They are perfect together! Don't be a sour old boot just because Lavender is making you sleep on the couch for the fourth time this week."

Ron scowled at that and Hermione couldn't help but snort into her hand, struggling to hide it. Yes, Lavender and Ron were engaged but just because they have grown up doesn't mean that they are all grown up. Lavender could be a pain, but she has gotten so much better and Hermione actually sees her as a close friend now. But she has to admit, when she and Ron get into a few fights, it always results with either of them going to either Harry and Ginny's or Hermione and Fleur's home to cool off. But small victories then again, as this time the two have stayed in their own home but just with Ron camping out on the couch until he apologizes for being the cause of the fight.

Everyone is pretty sure he will be camping out there for at least a month.

"Besides, don't get why you are saying such things. Hermione and Fleur are literally the beauty and brains couple! Fleurmione are relationship goals!" Ginny exclaimed, making a slight sound when she felt Hermione's elbow in her ribs. The redhead looked at her friend in betrayal while Hermione flashed her a glare.

"You know how I feel about that stupid couple name. Can't you be normal for once."

"Hermione, I am literally a witch. This is as normal as I get. And I like that name, everyone calls you it!"

"They don't, only you do."

"Well whatever, Harry doesn't mind it. In fact, he calls the two of you it too."

"Because I will do anything to make my wife happy and if calling my two friends by their couple name makes her happy, then it will be done." Harry grinned as he walked into the conversation, taking a seat next his wife while he took a sip from his fire whiskey. Ginny grinned and quickly leaned into to press a kiss to her husband's cheek.

"You're the best babe!"

"Eww gross." Ron grunted, down the rest of his drink, shaking his head as the drink burned down his throat as he did so. Ginny turned and glared at her brother again, raising her hand to point at him.

"Oh please, that is so tame compared to what you and Lavender do. You two have practically scarred me for life for all the times I have walked in on the two of you."

"Whatever! It's weird seeing my mate and sister kissing!

"Oh, grow up Ronald, we aren't in Hogwarts anymore. For Merlin's sake, they have been married for eight years already." Hermione said, rolling her eyes as she leaned back into her seat.

The brunette then glanced over her shoulder to look at where her wife was, a small crawling along her face as she saw the silver-haired woman smiling and laughing at whatever George was saying with Angelina shaking her head at her husband's antics. Fleur always said that George was always her favourite member of the Weasley family. He was just a burst of fresh air compared to the others. She then glanced down at the wedding band around her finger, the silver band glinting when the light hit it and the engraved letters blushing up at her softly, the small gems that were lined along it shining proudly.

Mon Amour

"Come on Harry, even you have to admit that Fleur was not the person you expected her to end up with!" Ron pointed out, urging for his best friend to support his claims. Harry just shrugged.

"Does it really matter now? They have been married for ten years already; I think they are perfectly fine for one another for having lasted that long."

"Harry-"

"Oh, for merlin's sake Ronald!" Hermione said, irritation now finally filling her voice as she glared at the red head, growing tired of this conversation, especially since it is the anniversary party of her and her wife's relationship. "Why are you so obsessed with this? We are happy! Don't you think that matters!"

"Of course it does! It's just the two of you are just so…different." Ron said, glancing behind Hermione to see the Veela now talking to his own fiancé, both of them looking very into the conversation. "It can't be easy, especially with Fleur being the way she is."

"I love her just the way she is, and she loves me for me as well." Hermione defended, the Gryffindor fire in her not being distinguished for even a moment. It may have been a while since they were in Hogwarts, but the brunette was Gryffindor through and through and at times, she has the temper of one too.

"I can see that Mione, but I am just saying-"

"What, do you actually need proof to show how much that she loves me?" Hermione said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at the redhead, who was turning red from the sudden scrutiny he was under from his friends.

He tossed his empty glass hand to hand, his head lowered, not daring to look into those burning honey eyes that were now dusted with disbelief. Hermione got her answer. She scoffed and leaned back into her seat.

"Alright then. Then let me tell just how a Veela shows her love to someone they treasure more than in the entire world. Sit back and grab some more fire whiskey, because we might as well get comfortable because I will tell you reasons and give you the proof to show how much Fleur loves me."