Fleur has never left things half done. She puts all her effort into something she truly cares about, and Hermione is no exception.
Hermione decided to leave it to Fleur to organise the wedding, seeing that it brought so much joy to the blonde as she now had the free time to do it while Hermione was busy doing her share of work at the Ministry. She knew it was a losing battle when they decided to take a weekend visit to the Fleur's home, where all her cousins and grandmother happened to be visiting during the time.
Veela's are naturally sociable creatures and for one of their own to be getting married, it is like a huge bonding moment for them all. Hermione knew better than to try get involved as all the socialite Veelas were already pouring over magazines for decoration ideas, as well as calling in their own contacts to secure the best venue ever for the engaged couple.
Hermione gets on very well with Fleur's father, Andre being a man who was very much experienced in the ways of how the Veelas run and the two of them drank tea while reading in the library, each reading over a particular book.
"Am I doing the right thing for leaving Fleur on her own with the others?" Hermione asked, glancing at Andre in curiosity despite knowing the blonde could handle herself. And Andre just gave her a knowing smile, his eyebrow raised slightly.
"I think you already know the answer to that question. Fleur is a strong girl and no matter what, in the end it is her and your final say on everything. Fleur knows how to draw the line."
"She also knows how to cross it though." Andre laughed at that, taking a sip of tea as he kept his eyes on his book.
"That she does, and I am afraid that Gabrielle is following in her footsteps."
"I hope she hasn't gotten anyone to get married to yet."
"Perish the thought! I am already losing one daughter; I shall not lose the other!"
Hermione couldn't help but laugh and returned the grinning smile from her soon to be father of law before grabbing a macaron to eat. Andre definitely was someone who had the most level head in the entire clan. Hermione often wonders how Fleur could be related to him seeing that she can be quite dramatic at times. She most likely inherited that from her mother, as Apolline could be a bit over the top at times. But she was lovely, and she was the one who was most looking forward to their wedding.
After a while, Hermione decided to take the tray back to the kitchens, declining Andres insistence that the house elves will take care of it. She needed the walk anyway from the sitting position which she had been reading in. With the tray perfectly balanced in her hands, she walked out the library and down the corridor, remembering the route to the kitchen in her head before heading off.
As she was walking past, she heard the giggles and loud chatter of the women of the clan and remembered that on the way to the kitchen that she would be walking past the sitting room which Fleur and the others had deemed the planning spot for the day. She peaked through the slightly ajar doorway and saw her fiancé sitting in the middle of the couch with her cousins surrounding her, magazines and samples spread out all over the coffee table and on the floor.
"Oh Fleur, what do you think about this one?" Cecile, one of Fleur's older cousins asked, holding a magazine to the blonde which seemed to be about flower arrangements. Fleur scanned through the picture which was being showed before nodding.
"Those are lovely, add them to the pile. They can be one of the options."
Cecile immediately followed her orders and Fleur immediately turned back to the pad of paper which she had on her lap, the pencil in her hand dancing along it as she made a sketch of something.
"How beautiful would it be if you have a midnight wedding? The fairies can come out and lighten up the area and it will look beautiful. What do you think Fleur?" Diane asked, one of Fleur's younger cousins. Despite it being a visual pleasing idea, Fleur shook her head.
"Non, both Hermione and I agreed that we didn't want a wedding in the forest. Much too dirty for our guests. Besides, midnight is way to late. I would much rather be spending that time with my wife in our bed than with all of you." A grin appeared along Fleur's face, making all the others burst into giggles and knowing smiles as they caught Fleur's innuendo.
Hermione couldn't help but blush and stopped herself from scolding the blonde. A thing which she had learnt about veela, especially on her first introduction to the clan as Fleur's girlfriend, was that they are very open with one another, especially with intimate details like bedroom activities and their partners. She has definitely overheard the blonde bragging just how amazing brunette is in the bedroom and how she adores Hermione's reactions to her touch and each time the blonde is punished with a week of not touching her.
And let's just say that the blonde has learnt very quickly not to talk about such things again. Not with the brunette being close enough to hear them, at least.
Deciding that she didn't not want to linger here while Fleur most like tells them what exactly she plans to do to the younger witch on their wedding night, Hermione turned to keep walking to the kitchens but stopped when she heard Violet's voice.
"Are you quite sure that Hermione is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with Fleur?"
Hermione paused and even the chatter among the room quietened down when Violet's question pierced the air. Violet was not necessarily mean in a way. She was just very set in her way and being one of the older cousins in the clan and being married herself, she did make it quite clear to the brunette that she did not think that she was the best match for Fleur.
Although Hermione is very much confident in herself and her relationship with Fleur, the small insecure part of herself feels that Violet may be right.
Hermione could stop herself from looking back in, curious to see and hear how Fleur was going to react. And she was a little bit surprised to see the cold stare which Fleur had on Violet, her blue eyes turned icy and cutting like a knife.
"Of course I am Violet. She is the one I want to be with. What kind of question is that?"
Hermione managed to see Violet and watched at the dark-haired girl shrugged and played with the corner of a magazine with her finger while she looked back at her cousin.
"A concerned one. I know how exciting all of this is, but maybe you should wait for a while. The two of you don't need to get married so quickly. You two can-"
"I want to marry Hermione and I want her to be my wife sooner than later." Fleur cut off her cousin, her glare getting icier and she could see Fleur's hand shifting into fists as she tried to control herself. Hermione could just make out the feathers that sprouting from her hairline, the first sign of the blonde getting emotional and Hermione couldn't help but bite her bottom lip as she waited for what was to come next.
Violet raised her hands in defence. "All I am saying is that maybe there is someone else in the world who will maybe be better suited for-"
"No one is better suited for me than Hermione. She was made for me, just like I was made for her. I want no one else. And if you bring up such a thing again, I can guarantee you that a disinvite to the wedding will be the least of your worries."
Fleur glared at her cousin harshly, her feathers going down her neck and along her shoulders, shimmering silver as they represented the blonde's growing anger. Hermione waited for Violet's biting response, but instead, she was surprised by the woman tense nod. Violet mumbled an apology before paging through the magazine, a distraction so that she does not anger the blonde anymore. Noting her cousin's submission and drop of subject, the feathers on Fleur's shoulder and neck slowly disappeared and she took a deep breath before turning back to her sketch pad.
"Now for my dress, I am thinking of incorporating some diamonds along the neckline…"
Smiling to herself, Hermione decided now was the time to go, feeling warm at the decoration that Fleur just showed towards their relationship. She couldn't stop smiling, even when she got to the kitchens and gave the confused house elves the tray. Heading back, it didn't leave her face at all and Andre looked at her in curiosity as she took a seat back in the armchair she was in previously.
"What has gotten you so cheerful?"
"Oh nothing," Hermione said, grabbing the book she was reading before and finding the place which she ended at before. "Just thinking how lucky I am to be marrying Fleur."
"She is the luckier one Hermione. Her head is finally staying on her shoulders because of you. You are good for her, just know that."
"And she is good for me. In more ways than one."
Andre couldn't help but smile before turning back to his book, happy to see his future daughter-in-law happy. While Fleur has been a handful growing up, she has finally settled down and is about to spend her life with someone who will keep her grounded.
Hermione was good for Fleur just as Fleur was good for her. No one could deny that. Even Violet came around to it as she saw just how happy her cousin was when she saw the brunette in the dining area for lunch.
The way that Fleur hurried over to her and gathered her up in her arms like she hadn't seen her months was endearing enough and it was clear proof of her devotion to the brunette as she caught Hermione in a kiss.
She loved Hermione more than anything and she will spend the rest of her days to make her happy. Her happiness meant everything to her.