Hermione had to make good use of all her self-control in the way to her childhood home as her blonde was oozing nervousness. She smirked at the thought of her being nervous, the French witch had left such a great impression on her parents that her last visit to them left her thinking they liked her even more than herself. Smiling, she wrapped her arm on Fleur's after they got out of the bus.

"Why are you nervous?" She inquired.

"I'm n-"

"You do remember that we have this bonding, right?" Hermione raised her eyebrow to make sure she delivered her message: don't you dare lie.

"Je ne sais pas. (I don't know.)" She heard the blonde they walked along the street she had grown up.

"They love you already. You swept them out of their feet last time. They could only talk about you. Last time I visited." Hermione kissed her girlfriend's cheek and smiled at her. Looking around she noticed where they were and she beamed as her memories came to her. They were walking by a small square with a children's park in it. "I used to play here," she informed Fleur while pointing at the park. "Once, I was so mad at a little boy who kept making fun of me that I basically made him fall on his ass while he played on that spinner. All of the other kids laughed while he tried to understand what happened."

"Was zat your first spontaneous magic?"

"No. Mom says I was two when she noticed a few odd things happening."

"Such as...?"

"Such as a two-year-old toddler appearing on the top of the fridge happily chomping on cookies freshly made by me." Hermione heard her mother answer as they reached the house's threshold. They smiled at each other. "Or a three-year-old girl sat on the floor reading a book I was sure I left completely out of her reach."

She heard Fleur chuckle and looked at her. "Of course one at least one would be related to books." The blonde shook her head as kiss her cheek before properly greeting her in-laws. "Eet's a pleasure to see you again."

"Equally, Fleur."

"Maman and Papá sent zeir regards and are anxiously waiting for you to visit zem. Zey 'ope you'll accept zeir invitation for zee New Year's Eve." Hermione heard Fleur politely say to her parents who beamed. She caressed the blonde's shoulder and greeted her parents.

"Yes, we will meet you the day before as we still have a few things to take care here after Christmas." Her mother answered.

Her dad clapped his hands and informed them that the food was ready. After eating, they remained sat, chatting.

"So, what do you girls want to do tonight?" her father asked as they discussed their plans for the rest of the holiday.

"I don't know, anything I guess," Hermione answered after looking at Fleur and getting a shrug as an answer.

"Well..." He began.

"Emmet, don't even think to suggest it! The poor girl will be bored out of her mind!" Her mother immediately interrupted.

"What?" Her curiosity spiked.

"Today Arsenal's playing -"

She beamed. "I haven't gone to a game in ages!"

"I know. That's why I managed to get a hold of the tickets..." Hermione noticed Fleur looking at her, she smiled and immediately tuned out her father's voice. She almost got completely lost in her eyes and had to shake her head in order to remember what was currently happening. She looked at her girlfriend again and caught a bit of confusion in her face.

"Arsenal is my childhood football team." She saw curiosity flare in those cerulean eyes. "We can go if you want to experience the whole muggle sports thing. Don't feel obligated, dad and I can go another day."

She beamed as she saw excitement gleam on the blonde's eyes. "Zat would be great. I've been wanting to understand eet better." Fleur I led at her sweetly.

"Then it's settled! We are going!" Her father got up quickly and excitedly, making her and Fleur chuckle. She saw her mother roll her eyes and shake her head.

"You don't know what you just got yourself into." Her mother said, smiling at the blonde.

She heard her father walk back into the room. "So, I took the liberty of buying you two a shirt too... I knew Hermione's was likely to be small and that you didn't have one. I hope I got the sizes right." She heard her mother cough, "sorry, I hope your mother got it right."

In less than an hour, they were taking a cab to the stadium. All in official long-sleeved shirts and themed hoodie and scarfs (the older couple lent them their extra hoodies) and excited to spend some time together. Hermione's dad took to himself the responsibility of explaining the sport and the rules to Fleur in their way, the brunette adding a few curiosities about it while he went on and on about how their team was the best. The driver wished them a good game and asked them to cheer for him too as he had to work. They smiled and guaranteed they would.

"I'll grab four beers and hot dogs for us." Her father exclaimed as they passed the security. "You go find our seats."

"I'll help you, hun."

Hermione smiled at them and took the tickets. "Come on, love." She said as she took off to their seat section dragging Fleur by the hand.

Fleur let herself be dragged around the arena smiling at her girlfriend's eagerness. The number of people around them raised as they reached double doors that, Fleur assumed, would give them access to the field and Hermione tightened her hold on her hand as if to make sure they wouldn't get separated. The lioness halted as they reached outside and got out of the way of most people, turned around to face her and beamed.

"So what do you think?" She said expectantly.

"Eet's pretty much like zee professional games I've been to. But... Closer to zee ground." They chuckled. Hermione turned again and continued to walk, searching for the seat marks. Fleur had noticed all the benches had markings as had seen a bunch of people walking around just like her girlfriend. The other woman walked to a specific group of seats with her in hand and smiled.

"That's us," she said. Fleur smiled back and hugged her after kissing her cheek. They sat side by side, waiting for Hermione's parents and for the game to begin. "Have you ever had muggle beer?"

"Non..." Fleur felt her cheeks redden as her mate beamed at her.

"It's not bad, but it takes some getting used to it... And beer is actually part of the football experience." They spent the next moments in silence. A comfortable one, obviously. Her in-laws arrived not much later, bringing beer and food as promised. Fleur observed everyone around them as they ate and waited for the game to begin, Hermione explained that most people arrived earlier to have time to get to their sits calmly and grab something to drink as it wasn't allowed to bring alcoholic drinks from out of the arena. Every single person around them wore shirts like theirs or coloured similarly, all of them looked ecstatic and nervous at the same time. By the time the teams entered the field, everyone had risen from their sits and began screaming and cheering. The energy was contagious and she saw herself begin to slip into the current vibe. She looked at her girlfriend and was captured by her cheerful eyes. Hermione smiled sweetly as kissed her cheek before turning back to the field. The national anthem was sung and (according to the lioness) the coin was tossed then the game began. She had understood the outline the Grangers had given her enough to know the dynamics of the game and it was definitely easier for her to follow it as they had only one ball to pay attention, not three.

"Do you play that game Harry and Ginny find so fascinating?" Emmet asked out of the blue.

"Oui. Or used to, I played as a beater at school…"

"She's really good." She saw Hermione beam proudly at her father. "Though I only saw her playing as a chaser after she decided to challenge Ginny."

"Oh?" He looked at her as if looking for confirmation, she nodded. "How did it go?" As he asked it, the whole stadium got silent. In a flash, their eyes were back on the field. Apparently, one of the Arsenal players had suffered a foul and was about to kick the ball, it was a penalty according to Emmet. In a second their whole section, along with more than half of the arena exploded in celebration. Once it died down and a few minutes passed, she heard Hermione call for her dad's attention.

"It was a tie." He looked slightly confused. "The game between Fleur and Ginny."

"Oh! Why?"

"Because we had limited time and they are both quite good." He nodded and focused on the game once more. She saw him reaching for his pocket and hold a device that, after he fumbled a bit with, started to apparently narrate the game in front of them. "You are awfully quiet," Hermione whispered in her ear.

"Uhm… Eet's just zat you did all zee talking, I 'ad nothing to add and-"

"And?"

"Well," She actually had no idea of why she had been so quiet. A question arose in her mind suddenly. "You really zink I'm zat good?" She saw Hermione beam and felt her cheeks heat up.

"Of course, love. You realise that not even her brothers manage to keep up with her for as long as you did right? And you made her sweat too. You were impressive even with me worrying and replaying in my head all spells I could perform to keep you from hurting too much in case you fell." She mumbled that last part but Fleur felt her heart warm up at how much her witch worried.

When the middle of the game came, her in-law had already gone fetch them drinks about three times. She offered to go with him when he began saying he would go there again. Fleur kissed Hermione and followed him.

"Hermione told us you'll be heading to France in three days."

"Oui, my family ees really looking forward to getting to know 'er and asked us to spend Christmas zere…" She smiled thinking she would get to see her sister and parents in less than a week.

"You miss them?"

"Oui. Very much… Mostly my little sister but we are all really close."

"Big family?"

"Eef you count zee whole clan, yes. But my close family consists mainly of Gaby, my parents, Grandmére, my zree aunts and… Uh, yes, I guess eet ees big…" She chuckled. He looked amused.

"They will all be there for Christmas?"

"Oui. Grandmére always wants to 'ave all of us together…"

"I see…"

"You'll get to know all of zem. Maman ees planning a big party for new year's eve according to papa…"

"That's great. I guess I'll practice my French for a bit before we get there…" He smirked.

"You speak French?"

"Not really fluently, but oui." He smiled.

As they got back, Fleur kissed Hermione's cheek and smiled. The lioness looked at her questioningly.

"How did it go?"

"Good. I got to know Fleur better." Fleur saw her in-law smirk, the very same one that his daughter had. She handled Hermione's beer to her as she received a worried gaze from both other women.

"Oui, I was telling 'im 'ow you managed to enchant every single person of my family without even meeting zem." She saw the tension leave the lioness' body a bit and decided to hug her to make it clear it was ok. "'e just asked about my family. Eet wasn't a shovel talk, mon Reine. And even eef eet was, I wouldn't be bothered at all." Fleur felt her brunette sigh and relax completely in her arms and smiled. The rest of the game was interesting but Fleur fund herself being drawn to the brunette beside her. Fuck, she never thought she would find her girlfriend sexier than when she was concentrating on something she was deeply interested but this side of the lioness had made her hot in every sense of the word. Every time she would swear or yell at a specific player or even call one of them a wanker, Fleur would smile and want to cover the younger witch with kisses. This sports invested version of the girlfriend was... Amusing, to say the least. She thought she saw a smirk in Hermione's face once or twice but dismissed the thought.

"What did you think?" Hermione asked as soon as they left the arena and waited to be able to get into a cab.

"Eet's was very interesting." She answered truthfully.

"Uhm... And you are referring to the game or me?" The lioness asked in a low voice so only she could hear and smirked.

"You are magnificent at any moment of your life." She kissed her cheek, not really bothering to hide the fact that she was almost unable to focus on any other thing than her. "And you were 'onestly a better view." She hugged her. "But I was referring to zee game. I did watch at least 'alf of eet." She smiled as she felt her girl lightly slap her hip. "But I'm curious. Do you play eet? You seemed awfully drawn to eet and knows the rules very well..."

"Uhm... Well..."

"She might be rusty now and unwilling to show-off but she's quite good." Hermione's mother cut her off and the brunette groaned.

"This is us." Her other in-law said, motioning for them to get into the cab.

"I 'ave a football player girlfriend and I didn't even know?" She cooed after the doors were closed and the cab was moving. Hermione groaned again.

"Mom's exaggerating. I only played with my cousins over summer and I haven't for more than two years now."

"And I suppose you aren't downplaying yourself?"

Hermione shrugged and sighed.

"Girls, do you want to call it a night or go to a bar?" Emmet cut their banter off.

"Are you tired, love?" Fleur shook her head.

"I'm up for anything you are."

"I guess we could go to the bar, dad."

They ended up going back home a bit tipsy. All of them. Fleur enjoyed the time with them quite a bit.

Thanks to the hangover potion Hermione had ready in her trunk, they woke up feeling well. But as they weren't sure it was a potion safe for a muggle to take, they were greeted by both Grangers starting to nurse their hangovers the next morning.

"Oh, that's so unfair you two escaped the hangover," Emmet grumbled.

"Sorry, dad. Some potions can be bad for you, neither of us was sure it was safe for you-"

"Hush, darling. We know. Your father is simply grumpy. That's all."

"Charissa, how could you?" He held his chest feigning hurt. "But she's right. And it was a pleasure to drink for the first time with you both."

They smiled.

"Would you fancy a cup of coffee?" Hermione offered her parents. They both nodded and groaned at the head motion. As she began to move towards the kitchen, Fleur held her back.

"I can do eet. You can just show me around."

"But Fleur-"

"I'm under zee impression zat your mother quite likes 'er kitchen and I'm not about to let you get 'urt willingly." She smiled as she was the other woman rolling her eyes and relent.

"I do like this kitchen. And the house." Charissa added.

"Ma chérie, where ees zee-"

"you can heat the water in this." Hermione offered her a small pan, "I'll go get the coffee. It's in my purse."

"And what do you want to eat?"

"I don't know... French toast?"

"As you wish." She smirked did her girlfriend just ask her to cook something merely because it was supposedly French? She shrugged. Hermione's mother guided her to find the ingredients she would need to make their food.

"I thought you didn't like coffee, dear." Was Emmet's first note as they were all sat with a plate full of French toasts in the middle of them and a cup of coffee each.

"Oh, Fleur made me taste a French one-"

"It seems you are quite smitten by anything that's French..." the lioness mother teased, making Hermione blush deeply and Fleur laugh.

As the day passed by, Fleur could sense Hermione get stressed and tense. She knew why it was happening, she herself was a bit off. Seeing Ron for the first time in a little more than three months was leaving Hermione on edge and consequently Fleur too. She wasn't willing to see her mate get hurt again by someone she actually considered her best friend and almost her brother. She felt like the only thing she could do was hold her and silently reassure her that everything was going to be fine. But will it? She had no way of knowing it even though she was well aware that every other Weasley was on her side (if she took Bill's words as truth). The dinner her in-laws had planned managed to keep the mood light and both their heads out of the ginger problem they would probably have to confront the next day. They were at the best Italian in all of London according to the three Grangers. Fleur smiled as she saw her happy girlfriend talk about what she had been doing and gush about the auror training and gloat about having one of the minister's most trusted auror and curse breaker as her girlfriend and, most importantly, her teacher and coach.

After they were back home, Fleur held Hermione close to her. She knew the brunette's mind was drawing every possible scenery with the redhead annoyance. She brushed her nose on the crook of her neck and kissed it lightly. Hermione moaned lowly. With a flick of Hermione's hand, she heard the door's lock slide into place. The lioness flicked her hand once more and she assumed it was her placing a silencing spell on the room. She smiled into Hermione's skin.

"Don't be so smug." The lioness complained. She could almost see her rolling her eyes.

Fleur resumed her administrations, making the brunette moan louder at each kiss and nib on her shoulder and neck. The loudest ones were given her as soon as she reached the skin over her pulse point.

"I love you, 'ermione." She said into her ear with a soft husky voice. She felt Hermione turn around to face her and their lips attached to each other as soon as Hermione locked gazes with her.

"I love you too, Mon bouquet." The lioness said as they broke the kiss in order to breathe a bit. Fleur felt her heart swell.


A/N: Hello my dear readers! It's I, your friendly neighbour Celtic! YAY! quicker than last time! Some fluff with the fam!

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