A/N: For those out there who wonder, yes this story will definitely be a Bellamione story. They say that good this come to those who wait, so have a little patience with me and with the development of this story. But know that you'll be rewarded with a 'and they (Bellamione)lived happily ever after'.
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A hopeful look was plastered on Hermione's face as she looked into the light blue eyes that belonged to the beautiful quarter-Veela in front of her. She had just asked her to join her in marriage and now she was patiently waiting for an answer.

Fleur was shocked to say the least, she had not seen this coming. She was completely speechless. It was common knowledge that Veelas were birdlike creatures, but right now Fleur was afraid that maybe she had some fish blood in her veins as well considering the fact that she keeps opening and closing her mouth.

All the silence made Hermione very anxious and her knees started to hurt. Kneeling in front of you lover might create a romantic scene, but it wasn't very comfortable to be in for longer than a few minutes.

"Please say something." Hermione begged the woman in front of her.

But when she didn't get any reply she hang her head in defeat. Tears started to sting in her eyes. Moments of silence that were this long never predicted anything good. Fleur was probably using the time to think of a nice way to decline her marriage proposal.

Tears welled up in her brown eyes. She stood up and tried to retreat her hand, so she could add some extra distance between them, but Fleur tightened her grip.

Confused with her lovers behavior, Hermione looked into blue eyes filled with love and tears. Her heart started to pump a little faster again, nervous and hopeful about what the blonde was going to say.

"I… eh… I" Fleur stammered and quietly cussed in French.

Fleur inhaled deeply and let all her breath out, trying to steady her heartbeat. When she inhaled again a smile crept on her face.

"Oui."

It was a short but clear answer. Relieve started to wash over Hermione when she heard that one word that she wanted to hear.

"Really?" she asked, wanting to make sure that she had heard it correctly.

"Oui, 'Ermione. There is nothing I want more than to become your wife."

Hermione sheepishly smiled at Fleur and she started to lean forward so she could seal their engagement, their promise to become wives, with a passionate kiss. A kiss that would hopefully lead to more.

But before she could claim the French's lips on her own a red light hit Fleur in the shoulder, paralyzing her and sending her straight to the ground.

Hermione snatched her wand from the dining table and quickly turned around to face their attacker, immediately sending a train of spells towards the intruder.

But the intruder easily blocked the spells that were fired and started to chuckle softly.

"Well my dearie, I was kinda hoping for a much warmer welcome."

Hermione stood still and her breath stocked in her throat. She would recognize that voice anywhere.

Breathing suddenly became very hard and Hermione's vision began to blur..

The intruder stepped into the light that reflected from the lighted candles, which made her even more beautiful than Hermione had remembered her. Or maybe it was because she hadn't seen her in 5 years, or maybe it was because she was starting to lose her conscious and her brain was playing with her, or maybe it was both.

"Bella? Is that really you?" Hermione heard herself ask, it was the same question that she had asked her 5 years prior, right before Bellatrix had died.

Her breathing became more shallow and she was really light-headed. Everything was simply too much for her. She felt all the strength leaving her body. Her legs gave out and she fell towards the floor. But before she hit the ground two strong and warm arms wrapped around her, catching her.

Hermione could hear the woman respond in the distance, right before everything went black. She responded exactly like she had done during the war. She responded with the words: "Of course it's me. Who else would I be, you silly girl."