A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I'm a bit preoccupied but in a few weeks I start break so hopefully I can update faster.
I always found these easy to understand, if not then I apologize for the inconvenience but I don't know French so the types of situations will be shown as:
English French Thoughts Text
Hermione Granger was the perfect example of what many parents wished their children were like; polite, intelligent, rule following. So no one would suspect her of sneaking out of the house late in the night to meet up with her foreign lover who she had barely known for a week right?
Days passed since the day she had met Fleur and there wasn't one moment that she didn't think about the blond or the events that happened that night. After the kiss ended Fleur had surprisingly asked her to be her girlfriend and Hermione had said yes right after. The intensity and honesty of Fleur's love that had shone in her eyes gave no doubt to her intentions. Fleur made her feel safe and wanted in her arms. The Frenchwoman was everything she wanted and more. She was her dirty little secret and Hermione would do anything in the world for her.
Moving quietly through the streets the forest line was soon in her sight. Walking a few yards in Hermione found a faint glow to her right. Investigating the source she found a small lantern lit at the base of the tree and ahead of it was a trail of similar lights leading her deeper into the forest. A smile bloomed across Hermione's face as she tugged the light blue scarf closer to herself and listened to the crunching of leaves under her feet as she continued to walk further into the forest following the lights. Soon after what seemed like ten minutes had passed she found herself at the edge of a clearing filled with daffodils. In the middle of the clearing was a figure in white lying on towering slate of stone. Walking through the daffodils she found Fleur curled asleep in her white nightgown the blanket tossed to the edge. Climbing onto the rock Hermione dragged the blanket with her as she curled up next to the sleeping Frenchwoman, her shoes placed neatly by Fleur's.
"Have you been waiting long?" Hermione whispered as she felt Fleur start to wake. Fleur looked at her with her glimmering blue eyes shining past the slight fog on her glasses.
"Vou know I would wait an eternity for vou." The blond replied wrapping her arms around Hermione's waist dragging her closer. Hermione felt herself relax in the security of her lover's presence. It was nothing like the safety her family or Hogwarts had offered her before, this was more personal to her.
"I want to stay like this with you forever." She mumbled into the crook of Fleur's neck. Fleur looked down lovingly at Hermione, twirling a strand of the brunette's hair.
"Will vou wait for me 'Ermione Jean Granger until we see each other again? Will vou be mine for eternity?" Fleur asked untangling her hand from Hermione's hair and placing it on her cheek stroking lightly.
"Yes I promise you my forever Ms. Fleur Isabelle Delacour." Hermione swore dramatically, though her words were serious and filled with happiness. She pulled away slightly to look at the older teen on an eye level with a mischievous grin.
"Zen don't leave me when morning comes." Fleur demanded childishly with a pout, from behind the frames of her glasses her eyes stared into Hermione's. Cold toes tracing light patterns across Hermione's leg.
"We both know that I have to Fleur, my flight leaves first thing in the morning. I'll convince my parents to let me travel back every chance I get away from school. They wouldn't mind, there's a lot to learn in France." Hermione insinuated trying to lighten their last night together. Fleur chuckled as she pulled Hermione's hand to her lips while her other hand reached for something in her pocket. She pulled out a silver band and slipped it onto Hermione's ring finger, ignoring the shock and confusion on her face.
"I want ze whole world to know that vou are mine." Fleur stated nonchalantly shivering as a small breeze fluttered around them.
"Being a little possessive aren't you?" Hermione giggled holding Fleur closer to her.
"Non, just protective." The Frenchwoman shot back as she lowered herself deeper into the blanket. Hermione blushed as Fleur smiled cheekily while biting at her collar.
"I'll never take it off." Hermione promised as she kissed Fleur on the lips. For the rest of the night they laid there staring at the stars hands intertwined.
Morning came too soon and Hermione barely made it back to the house before her parents were up. Creeping through the window of her room, she let out a sigh of relief. The house was still silent.
"I do hope you know you're not off the hook yet, 'mione." Harry laughed as he saw his sister jump.
"Bloody hell Harry! Where did you come from?" Hermione gasped as she settled herself down across from him on the bed.
"Where did I come from? What have you been up to? Mum and dad would have gone mad if they found out you snuck out of the house and didn't come back till morning! Surely you haven't met someone who caught your fancy and not told me have you?" he asked suggestively waggling his eyebrows at her. Hermione slapped his shoulder with a blush burning bright on her face not realizing until it was too late that it was the hand Fleur had slipped the ring on. Both of their eyes widened as they looked upon the ring.
"I would explain now Hermione." Harry said seriously grabbing onto her arm lightly. It wasn't like his sister to rush into things, especially relationships seeing that she's never so much as looked at anyone with particular interest before. The thought of some bloody Frenchman taking advantage of his older sister made his blood boil. Hermione smiled softly seeing the look of murder on Harry's face. Patting his hands gently she tried to settle him down.
"Well as you can see I've met someone, and Merlin Harry I can hardly remember how a life without her felt! She saved me that day when I went out and got lost, I fainted and she picked me up and carried me to her home where she took the time to make sure that I was okay. I-I know that there's no logic behind any of this but my heart won't listen to me when I'm around her." Hermione poured her heart out. Harry wrapped his arms around her and cooed slightly. He had figured she would be more into girls if she ever grew an interest and Hermione had figured he wouldn't judge her for being gay.
"I can't say I'm not suspicious of this relationship of your's but I do support you and every decision you make and so will mum and dad. Come on now I hear mum and dad waking up, I think telling them now would be a better idea then telling them later. We still have a few hours since our plane leaves at ten. I can't wait to get back to England. France is okay and all but I want to get back to spend time with my girlfriend before school starts." Harry stated with twinkling eyes as he got off the bed and started to walk to the door.
"Oh and Hermione? I expect to meet this wife of yours before we leave. I must meet the woman who captured my nerd of a sister's heart." He laughed as Hermione just threw the closest pillow at him before he fled through the door. Hermione glared at the spot where her brother once was before falling back onto the bed and took her cell phone out of her pocket.
"You'll meet her one day Harry and you and mum and dad will absolutely love her, I'm sure of it." Hermione whispered to herself as she flipped open her phone and stared at the picture she took of her and Fleur in the meadow that morning. Her fingers unconsciously started to text a message to Fleur and it wasn't until she read it did the emptiness of the room finally hit her. I miss you already. Message sent. Sighing she pulled herself away from her bed and walked towards the door and for once in her life she wasn't looking forward to returning to Hogwarts.