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Hey guys, sorry about the long wait for this, I've been debating what to write into the epilogue. I have decided due to the petition going round that I will publish two endings to this. The one that will be M I'll publish separately so if the petition does fall through this story won't be taken down. This takes place several years after the battle, the one shot will be just after. Sorry again for the wait guys-Lark

Hermione walked through the dew-strewn glass, jeans already soaked, not that she noticed. A basket hung from her forearm, heavy with flowers, whose potent aroma surrounded her like a safety blanket. The sun filtered through the trees as she traipsed to the very bottom of her extensive garden, the trees thinning to reach until she reached a grassy knoll, a path showed her where feet had walked a hundred times before.

The oddest assortment of plants graced the top of the knoll, eagerly soaking in the French sunlight. She knelt before the first, a rosebush whose petals changed colour slowly as the sun hit them, from dusky blue to brilliant scarlet. She was about to lay down a flower when arms wrapped around her waist and a face was buried in her shoulder blade. "I knew you'd be here," Fleur murmured, holding the younger witch tighter.

"I have to come, you know that," Hermione whispered, casting her eyes down to the roses. "I know, so do I," Fleur sighed, placing a lingering kiss of Hermione's neck before taking the flower from her and laying it at the base of the rose bush. "For Tonks, whose bravery and uniqueness shine on with Teddy," Hermione whispered. They moved on to a vine climbing a lattice, small white flowers were spread between the leaves. Unostentatious as they were they gave off the most wonderful scent. "For Remus Lupin, whose pure heart shone through any façade or curse, you will always be remembered by your friends and family," Fleur supplied, holding Hermione closer.

They kept their distance from the next tree, a smaller and less offensive cousin of the wimping willow, more likely to poke that thrash, it was however infested with pixies who loved nothing more than to pull jokes on passers by. "To Fred, whose spirit still attracts mischief makers, we will always smile in your memory," Hermione murmured, she could feel the tears beginning to well in her eyes. "Mon amour," Fleur sighed, pulling Hermione to her. She always became emotional when they went through this ritual, yet she still persisted.

The next was two trees intertwined; one grew flowers that shone a incandescent blue in the moonlight, the other grew fruits said to cure any heart ache over a lost love. Hermione knew she would never need it. "To Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore, may your wisdom, recognised and unrecognised guide us to live in the true spirit of Hogwarts, with honour, integrity and passion."

"Are you all right, Cherie?" Fleur demanded, pulling Hermione closer to her, tucking the girl beneath her chin. "It's meant to get easier every time I visit, every week, every month, every year" Hermione murmured, lips moving against Fleur's skin.

"It does, mon amour, slowly," Fleur squeezed her tighter.

"If I didn't have you-"

"But you do, you will always have me," Fleur promised, her voice fierce.

"I know that, you're my everything," Hermione smiled, gazing up into the veela's impossibly cobalt eyes. "That is all I ever need to hear," Fleur beamed, leaning down and capturing Hermione's lips with her own.

It was all right, as long as they had each other they would survive and be happy, Hermione would keep Fleur grounded and Fleur would invoke a passion so deep in Hermione it could never be put out. "Come on, this is a place of sadness," Fleur murmured, tucking Hermione under her arm and leading her away from the grove.

"Are we seeing the others today?" Hermione half frowned.

"Of course, I do believe Melody is visiting," Fleur smiled ruefully.

"Did Elise banish her from the city again?" Hermione chuckled.

"No, it is my understanding that Melody is in line to be the next clan leader," Fleur shook her head. "And she's seeing us because?" Hermione frowned.

"She wants our blessing," Fleur chuckled.

"And how does a veela give blessings again?" Hermione sighed.

"Amongst adults? What you're thinking," Fleur smirked.

"Five hears and she still hasn't given up," Hermione laughed.

"I don't blame her," Fleur purred and Hermione blushed. Hermione had hoped one day she would be immune to Fleur's forward way of speaking, but to no avail.

"Can't we give her a blessing the wizard way?" Hermione sighed; she was less than appealed by the idea of sharing Fleur. "It wouldn't count to Veela culture," Fleur chuckled as they climbed the hill. Their cottage sat atop the little hill, bathed in sunlight as it looked out over an orchard. It was bigger on the inside, but form the outside it was a tiny little house on a hill. Hermione couldn't think of a happier place on earth.

Hermione dumped her basket on the kitchen table and jumped up the sit on the counter as she regarded Fleur. She managed to look older and younger than when they had first met, event if her eyes held more sadness and joy than anyone truly young could possess. "You're looking at me like that again, mon amour," Fleur smirked.

"I was thinking about how old you're getting, you're nearly thirty," Hermione teased, and poked out her tongue. Fleur caught her off guard, crashing their lips together, her hand on the cabinet behind Hermione's head. "I've warned you about poking your tongue out," Fleur growled in her ear, "If it has time to hang in the air it's time is better spent else where."

"Maybe that was my intent," Hermione teased.

"Then well baited," Fleur purred and pulled the younger witch closer, tangling their limbs together until Hermione's back was against the wall and Fleur was on her toes leaning across the kitchen bench.

"It seems I am interrupting something," A lilting voice chuckled and Hermione glanced up to see Melody in the doorway, the sunlight illuminating her flaming halo. "I think you waited just so you could interrupt," Hermione complained

"I could have waited longer," Melody pointed out.

"That would have not ended well," Fleur growled.

"Is that any way to great an old friend?" Melody pouted and held out her arms.

Hermione extricated herself from Fleur's grasp and stepped into the circle of the red head's arms. "It is good to see you, sweetheart," Melody smiled, squeezing her shoulders. The boundaries of hugs had been set years before when Fleur had given Melody a black eye for letting her hands wander.

"You are here about the blessing?" Fleur inquired, quick to have Hermione back in her arms. Even after all these years, the possessiveness has barely faded.

"If you would be so kind," Melody smirked.

"It us, ultimately Hermione's decision," Fleur allowed, though her grip tightened considerably.

"Do I need to be involved in this?" Hermione scowled, old wars tended to re occur.

"As my mate yes, and as I hold blood relation to the current leader," Fleur nodded.

"Do you need the blessing?" Hermione quizzed.

"It was a condition Elise set," Fleur allowed.

"So you two have been discussing this," Hermione deduced, eyes narrowing.

"Naturally," Fleur chuckled, kissing Hermione's neck to placate her.

"And you decided?" Hermione demanded.

"That she didn't mind either way and it was your choice," Melody supplied.

"That seems rather convenient for you," Hermione retorted.

"Well I would be lying if I said it wasn't appealing, if only slightly," Fleur whispered, breath brushing past her ear. Fleur had learnt long ago that the young witch's ears were rather sensitive.

"Without our blessing you won't gain leadership?" Hermione reiterated, 'blessing' was sounding more and more like a euphemism.

"Unfortunately, I wouldn't ask other wise," Melody defended, far too innocently.

"Now that's not true," Fleur snorted, "I believe you ask at least once a year as a birthday present."

"This is the first I'm hearing of this," Hermione chuckled.

"Well her birthday is the same day as mine, and we're usually a little preoccupied on my birthday," Fleur chuckled.

"As much as I would like to hear that story, which I would," Melody smirked, the expression speaking volumes about her sincerity, "But I do need a response."

"If you need our blessing to gain leadership," Hermione heaved a sigh, "You did save my life in the battle."

"Brilliant," Melody clapped her hands and beamed impishly.

"I knew you'd cave," Fleur chuckled.

"You caved first," Hermione teased.

"Yes yes, couple tiff, now," Melody grinned.

"In a bed room," Fleur cut her off, "We eat in this kitchen."

"From what I walked in on I don't doubt that, but fine," Melody held up her hands in resignation. She strolled over to them, wrapping an arm around Fleur's waist and placing a less than chaste kiss on Hermione's lips. "Five years too late, but I'm sure it'll be worth the wait," She murmured huskily.

She sashayed from the kitchen, clearly expecting them to follow. Hermione shook her head in disbelief and stood on her toes to kiss Fleur lightly, breathing in her familiar scent. "I love you," She smiled.

"I know, other wise I wouldn't let her within a hundred meters of you," Fleur smiled, "I love you to."

"I am never forgiving you for this though," Hermione promised.

"Of course not," Fleur smirked.

"You'll have to make it up to me," Hermione informed her, pulling Fleur closer.

"As soon as she leaves," Fleur promised, teasing the top of the shorter witch's ear.

"We have years to make up," Hermione chuckled.

"And I intend to use all of them," Fleur vowed, placing a kiss on her mate's lips as the sun shone through the window to make their skin sing with as much warmth as their soul.

Before anyone asks I am not going to write the three some, I just felt like I owed it to the characters to at least suggest it in the end. I decided a light hearted ending was best In the end. Thank you all for following and I will publish the one shot in the next week. I love you all and please review-Lark