Most girls dream of their prince charming, but Hermione found that she didn't have to. Instead, she got an heiress who is the most romantic person you will ever come to know. Fleur is incredibly romantic, and she outclasses any kind of prince in the fairy tales. Fleur is never shy to woo the brunette and quite frankly, she enjoys it because she loves showing how much she treasures and loves the brunette.
Everything which Fleur does is with thought and care towards the brunette. A veela's love is one of the most powerful things in the world and wars between clans have been fought because of the love of a veela getting hurt, tainted, or disrespected in any way. Love is the emotion which drives all veela's and the one who captures a veela's heart will receive so much love that at times can be too much to handle.
Since the beginning, Fleur has been romantic in her actions towards Hermione. Before they were dating, Fleur made it no secret that she was interested in the brunette, the whole of Hogwarts actually taking bets to see just how long the young witch can fight off the affections of the veela, the bets only getting higher and higher the longer Hermione tried persevering.
It was embarrassing for Hermione at first, as Fleur's romantic gestures were something that the brunette was not used to, with no one taking a romantic interest in her before. She literally wished that the ground would swallow her up when Fleur would send her a love letter in the morning, the messages being delivered by owl and would contain one type of surprise and another. Ginny didn't bother hiding her laughter when one of the letters which Fleur sent had bubbles float out of it, shaped in hearts and each time a bubble popped, a few musical notes were heard which formed a serenade for the younger witch.
Even when Hermione eventually did agree to be Fleur's girlfriend, the romantic gestures did not stop there. Fleur could not go even an hour without commentating on something which she found attractive on the brunette, making the younger witch blush every time while Fleur would just smile and kiss her. She had no shame with how cheesy some of the words she was saying sounded, as she was just giving her honest opinion.
"I never did like brown before, but I do now because that is the colour of your eyes."
"I love watching you read, you look adorable when you furrow your eyebrows like that."
"I love yours lips, do you think they can meet mine?"
"Ma belle, if you bite your lip like that, I cannot be responsible for what happens."
"I love your hair; I can play with it for hours."
"I love it when you blush, red is my favourite colour on you."
There is no end to the amount of love which Fleur has for Hermione and gifts were something which Hermione just grew used to. Jewels, flowers, chocolates, rare books which Hermione was always shocked that Fleur managed to get hold of. Fleur knew Hermione and just knew how to melt the brunette's walls.
But the most memorable romantic gesture that Fleur made was the night when she proposed to her.
It was a rather private affair, despite Fleur usually being a fan of being at social gatherings. She had a dinner prepared for them near the sea, renting out a muggle cottage for the weekend for the two of them. Hermione still wonders when the blonde had prepared it, but she must have set it up while Hermione was changing into the dress which Fleur had gotten for her. Because once Hermione walked out of the room, she was shocked to see Fleur in a sun dress, smiling at her softly with the doors to the beach wide open and revealing on the sand a small picnic which she had prepared for them.
Fleur took her hand and guided her outside, the evening air cool and the sound of the waves being the only music which Fleur had to offer as she walked across the sand with Hermione, helping her onto the blanket she had set up. She smiled and sat down beside her, pressing a kiss to her hand while Hermione just shook her head with a smile.
She shouldn't be surprised that Fleur made a midnight picnic for them, as Fleur often finds ways to make each date that they have together different and meaningful.
The food which was in the basket was surprising as well. Fleur is often used to having food prepared for her, being brought up on the spoilt side, but Hermione was surprised to find that all the food in the basket was made by the heiress herself. Of course, Hermione did get a smack on the arm from the blonde when she asked if the kitchen had burned down, a scowl on her face.
"I burnt only two things! Otherwise, it is all edible!"
Laughing and knowing that Fleur will probably sulk now, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the blonde's lips, the frown immediately being replaced with a smile.
"I know, I'm just teasing."
"Hmph!"
But the food which Fleur made was delicious. There was a pasta of some sort, meatballs, veggie bake and brownies, topped off with some champagne which the blonde had popped off and poured for them. She was smiling tenderly at Hermione the entire time, often having to be snapped out her trance several times by the brunette who was beginning to look at her concern.
Fleur does get loss in her thoughts of admiration for Hermione before, but tonight it seemed a bit excessive and eventually Hermione couldn't help but ask, wanting to know if it were something which she could help with.
"Yes…there is something you can help me with." Fleur said, turning to the basket and digging in it. Hermione sat up a bit straight.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Well, you can say yes to me."
"Yes to what?"
"To being my wife."
And that is when Hermione was for once swept off her feet, the air in her throat choking her as she snapped her gaze to the shining object in Fleur's hand, the diamond shimmering in the moonlight. Fleur was holding it tightly and she had the most tender look in her eyes as she reached out and took one of Hermione's hands in hers.
"Hermione, you have made me the happiest I have ever been. The time I spend with you, it is the time I cherish the most. I look forward to seeing you smile, to hear you laugh, and to hear you say my name. You complete me Hermione and I want to be able to grow together with you until we are old and grey. Please Hermione, I beg of you to say yes. Will you marry me?"
The answer was so clear in Hermione's head, but she the first thing she did after the shock wore off was to launch herself at Fleur and kiss her, her arms wrapping around the blonde's neck as she kissed her passionately. Fleur's arms wrapped around Hermione's waist, returning the kiss immediately. When they pulled away from each other, they rested their foreheads against each other, panting from the lack of air and eyes locked, hope filled in Fleur's as she gazed at Hermione.
"Is that…?"
"A yes. Definitely a yes Fleur." Hermione said, a wide smile stretching across her face.
Tears filled Fleur's eyes and she chocked back a sob as she raised the ring between them and took Hermione's left hand away from her neck and held it between them before sliding the ring onto her finger with a shaky hand.
"Perfect fit." The blonde said out loud, before lifting Hermione hand to her lips and pressing a kiss to the ring and looking at Hermione while doing so. "Mine."
"And forever more." Hermione said, tears escaping her eyes as well before Fleur launched herself at Hermione, pushing her onto the blanket and pressing her lips against hers in another passionate kiss.
Fleur's need for romance has never died down, not even after they got married. They may have gotten subtler, but her love hasn't decreased. Preparing special dinners at the end of the week to celebrate a successful work week, special dates, presents, flowers every Friday, and so much more. Fleur has a romantic heart, and it is only filled with love for Hermione. And Hermione treasures every single gesture.