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A/N: Thanks to all of you who took the time to read my story so far. And I would like to make a shout out to grumbling177 for leaving the 40th review to this story, thank you so much!
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Chapter 6

It was 7:15 in the morning and Hermione stood in the kitchen preparing a traditional English breakfast, the muggle way. Isabella sat on the kitchen counter, in between the refrigerator and the sink, watching her mother's every move.

"Mommy?" Isabella asked with a curious twinkle in her eyes. "Why do you not use magic to make us breakfast? Like Fleur always does."

Hermione looked at her daughter and replied "I don't use a wand because I like doing things like this without magic.".

"Like Grandma and Grandpa?"

"Yes, like your grandparents. But there is a difference, they are not magical, therefor they have to do everything without magic."

"Like all the children that go to my school?" Isabella asked, referring to the muggle pre-school she attended.

"Exactly." Hermione answered.

"Mommy?" Isabella asked again. "Are Grandpa and Grandma sad that they have to do everything without magic?"

The older woman chuckled softly before she would answer yet another question her daughter asked.

"No, they are not sad. They are very happy with the life they have without magic. People don't need magic to be happy."

Isabella's face lightened up when she heard her mother say this. "Good, because I don't want them to be sad." She answered.

Hermione smiled at her daughter and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Breakfast is almost done, why don't you just wash your hands and sit at the table."

Isabella did as she was instructed to do and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

In the meantime Hermione started to fill the plates, when suddenly a pair of feminine but strong arms sneaked around her waist tenderly. The other woman placed a gentle kiss in the crook of Hermione's neck, before she rested her chin on her shoulder. Hermione picked up the vanilla scent that was unmistaken the scent of her girlfriend.

Hermione never thought she would ever date again after Bellatrix died. But love had made its way back into her life when she least expected it. But didn't love always come unexpected? Hermione had cried a lot and had numerous sleepless nights when she first started to develop feelings for somebody else. She had felt so guilty, almost like she was betraying Bellatrix. It had taken her quite some time to accept those feelings and to act on them. But with some convincing of a certain blonde haired beauty, she started a new relationship. A relationship that had recently celebrated their first year anniversary.

"Missed me?" the blonde haired woman behind Hermione seductively whispered in her ear.

A shiver went up and down Hermione' spine before she answered "More than you know." Hermione stepped out of Fleur's arms and turned around, she looked her girlfriend straight in the eyes before she gave her a tender kiss on the lips.

"How was your…" but before Hermione could finished the sentence her daughter reentered the room and yelled. "Fleur! You are back."

Isabella ran toward the blonde witch. Fleur stepped out of Hermione's embrace so she could open her arms for the four year old, who fell into them eagerly.

"Oui, I am back indeed. I 'ave missed you so much ma loutre." The French woman replied almost complete accent free, she only still had difficulties when it came to the letter H.

"I missed you too." Isabella said and gave Fleur a kiss on her left cheek.

Fleur had spent the last seven days at Hogwarts, after she had gotten a letter from professor McGonagall. The letter had been incredibly vague and it only said that they needed a great healer. Fleur, who had become a healer after the war, was one of the best healer St. Mungo's had and therefore they had chosen her to do this task that had to stay top secret.

After they had finished eating their breakfast Isabella went upstairs to change into her school uniform. Hermione stood up and reached for the plates. She planned on cleaning the table and doing the dishes when, for the second time that day, a pair of arms slid around her waist.

"We 'ave a spell that can take care of that." Fleur quietly said.

"We don't need to use magic for everything." Hermione replied.

Fleur let go of Hermione for a second so she could grab her wand and flick it, making the dishes to start cleaning themselves, before she held on to her again tightly.

"You look very tired ma Chérie, did those nightmares about the war keep you up at night?" It was a rhetorical question. Fleur only needed to look at the exhaustion in Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, to know the answer to that question.

Hermione nodded while nestling further into Fleur's embrace.

"I just don't understand. I haven't dreamed much about the war these last 18 months, so I don't understand why I start to have these nightmares again."

"They'll go away soon enough, mon amour. I am certain about that." Fleur said firmly, as if she knew for sure that those nightmares would end soon.

"Fleur?" Hermione asked while she turned around in Fleur's arms. She hugged her tightly before she continued. "Promise me that you will never leave me." A tear slowly fell down Hermione's cheek. "Because I don't think I can handle losing a lover for the second time."

Fleur's heart broke a little after she heard her beloved say that. She brought a finger under Hermione's chin and tenderly lifted it so that dark brown eyes would meet light blue ones. Both eyes were filled with tears.

"I will stay with you for as long as you want me to. I promise you that." Fleur said and sealed her promise with a loving kiss on Hermione's lips.