Chapter Three
After dinner, they sat sipping coffee, munching on homemade desserts. Vicotoire sat perched on her surrogate Aunt's lap. Leaning back against the woman's chest. The girl used the supple breasts as a pillow while Hermione feed her bites her cake from her fork. Charlie watched the two feeling strangely enraptured. Victoirie was always a loving little girl, but there was something unique about how strongly she took to Hermione. It was reminiscent of his own close bond to the child that always seemed to prevail and grow stronger despite the long distances and time in-between visits.
"She will be amazing with les enfants of her own, no?" Fleur engaged him softly. He blushed at being caught staring.
"Without a doubt." He agree, remembering the cross between mother, sister and best friend role she played for Harry, Ron and Ginny/
"As you mon frére." She added lightly, referring to his magnetism he had with seemingly as ankle-bitters. Charlie remained silent, sensing that Fleur may be more subtle than his mother, but she could be just as ruthless. By now, both girls in question wore twin, wide yawns that made more than a few people grin into their dessert.
In silent agreement, the young parents stood and gathered their daughter, wished everyone a good night, and retired to the room Bill and Charlie shared as children. Charlie shot Hermione a silent question, and at her consent, they also stood to say their good-byes. Charlie took a handful of floo-powder and passed the jar to Hermione. As she took a handful of her own, he stepped into the green flames and called out clearly "The Dragon's Keep," eliciting grins and rolled eyes at the somewhat predictable name of her new place.
"You can take the boy off the reservation," Hermione began.
"But never the reservation out of the boy." Harry finished the popular muggle saying. Hermione smiled, and mimicked Charlie's actions, disappearing into the flames and leaving Harry to explain the old saying.