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Hermione, who was wearing a low cut satin dress, was sitting in one of the chairs placed by the table. Staring at the fireplace, waiting for Fleur to make her entrance.
Another ten minutes passed by, in which Hermione spend most of her time nervously pacing back and forth. She had planned a romantic dinner for her girlfriend and everything had to be perfect. Suddenly a very familiar green glow came from the fireplace that announced Fleur's arrival.
"Fleur." Hermione called out when the blond appeared in the room.
She walked toward her girlfriend, kissing her tenderly on her full lips. When they pulled apart Fleur looked at the room in awe. The dining room had transformed into a very romantic place.
In the middle of the room stood a round dining table that had a silver colored cloth drabbed over it. In the center of the table stood a red lit candle that was placed in a silver holder. Two porcelain white plates were placed on top of the table on the opposite side of each other. One of the plates had a red rose lying on it.
" 'Ermione?" Fleur asked "What is this?"
"I believe that it is called a romantic dinner."
Fleur snickered softly while looking around some more when she noticed a certain four year old was missing. "Where is Isabella?"
Hermione placed her arms around her girlfriend's waist and hugged her tightly. "She is having a sleepover at Tonk's place. That means you and I can do whatever we want." The brunette whispered the last part into Fleur's ear.
A low moan escaped Fleur's throat and she pulled Hermione as close to her body as possible. Her lips quickly found those who belonged to her lover. She ran her tongue over Hermione's lower lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. As the permission was granted they started a very passionate tongue dance together. When the lack of oxygen became a problem the two woman pulled apart.
"Let's take this to the bedroom." Fleur huskily whispered in Hermione's ear.
Hermione took a step backwards, creating some space between them. "Patience Fleur. We have the next 24-hours for ourselves, so there is more than enough time for some funny business later." Fleur was about to protest but Hermione shot her a stern look. "First we'll have some dinner. I did not spent so much time preparing this dinner for nothing. "
Fleur groaned but nodded her head, knowing that it was foolish to argue with Hermione after she gave her the stern look.
Hermione flashed a smile at Fleur and gently grabbed her hand. With their fingers enlaced Hermione guided them towards the dinner table. She picked up the red rose and handed it to Fleur before both of them sat down.
With a swish of her wand the first course of their dinner appeared on the table.
"Mmmm, this Bouillabaisse is trés manifique. You made this yourself?"
Hermione chuckled softly, shaking her head no. She wasn't as bad at cooking as she used to be, feeding yourself and a child really helped her to improve her cooking skills, but she never became a chef who could cook something like the famous French fish soup.
"I have to admit, that I had some help with this." She confessed to her girlfriend.
"Then 'ou should I give the credits for this wonderful dish?" Fleur asked before she took a drink of her red wine.
"A few house elves from Hogwarts helped me out."
Fleur almost choked on her wine and began to cough. Hermione quickly rose from her chair and kneeled next to Fleur, petting her back.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked worry shining through her voice.
The blonde woman nodded her head, taking a few deep breaths. The air welcoming into her lungs even though it came with a burning sensation. Hermione took Fleur's left hand, softly making a circling motion on the back of her hand as a gesture of comfort and love. Fleur took a few deep breaths before she opened her mouth. "I am fine now 'Ermione."
Fleur looked at her girlfriend and noticed the position she was in and instantly began to blush. She tried to turn her head, letting her blonde hair cover her red cheeks. But Hermione had noticed and cupped her cheek with her hand, guiding her sight directly towards the brunette. Fleur noticed the confused look in Hermione's chocolate brown eyes and therefor pointed at her and the position that she was in.
Hermione looked at herself and suddenly started to feel very self-conscious. She sat kneeling in front of her lover while holding on to her left hand. She also started to blush.
"This may not be how I prepared to do this tonight, but it I'll work." Hermione mumbled just loud enough for Fleur to hear it. Blue eyes widened slightly as Hermione held onto her hand a little tighter.
"Fleur, I tried so hard not to fall in love with you. But you convinced me that it was okay to love again, that I deserved to love again. And when I allowed myself to fall for you, I fell hard and fast. And I don't regret it, for you are an amazing partner, a passionate lover and absolutely wonderful towards Isabella. You are everything I feared I would never have and yet here you are. I love you so much and I am so happy to have you in my life. And that is why I want to ask you one of the most important questions ever asked during our lives."
Hermione swallowed visibly, her heartbeat increased. She looked deeply into Fleur's watering eyes.
"Fleur Isabella Delacour, will you marry me?"