AN: An update! OMG, I'm on a roll this week. Sorry for the lateness of this chapter, but you wont, hopefully, be disappointed! Again, this is all unbetaed so all mistakes are mine. All of the talking will be done in French, just so you guys know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Hermione POV

A few months after there adventure to France, our traveling Trio had managed to travel from city to city, mainly on foot, but had eventually settled down in a little farming village not to far off from Paris. Mr. Flitwick had hired them right as the picking season for his orchards began. Harry and Ron would go out and join other hired workers to go out everyday and pick the ripe apples before any birds or the weather could damage any, thus losing Flitwick's money.

As Hermione was shorter than the two boys, she would go and work in the barn that housed Flitwick's prized show horses. Everyday she would step into the wooden building and be greeted by the soft neighing of the four beautiful horses.

The three Thoroughbreds' each stood in a magnificent stall all of their own. Each had cherry red wood, stainless steel bars, and their names carved in gold above their stall. Stepping up to the first, Hermione was greeted by a soft nose bumping against her shoulder.

Leon was tall; his long legs made him a great at show jumping. He blinked his dark eyes as Hermione stepped inside his stall and began to brush out his coat. She followed the way the hairs grew and soon finished before moving onto his black mane and tail. Patting his large body, she fixed his bridal into place and led him out into the pasture.

Returning, she continued on with Olivier and Auquste, brushing out any tangles and dead hairs, and then turning them out to join Leon. Finally she came upon her very favorite of them all. Bernard was not a show horse like his companions; he was a large, heavy Friesian and was used to pull the cart to the market or the carriage whenever their master wanted to visit the larger cities.

Taking her time, Hermione cared for the horse like she had the others, but stopped a few times to feed him a few carrots that she had brought with her. Like the others, she bridled him up and led him out into the pasture to graze on the sweet grass until she came to get him later.

After the stalls were cleaned out and new straw was laid out on the ground, fresh grain and water left out for the horses did Hermione bring back Bernard to get him hitched up to the cart. Once everything was secure, Hermione sat in the cab seat and led the horse out into the grove of orchards. She and her friends were able to talk for a little as others filled the cart with barrels of apples that were to be sold at the market.

Sometime later as she was making a deal with the shop keeper, did a something just a few stands down catch our heroines' attention. A pickpocket was clearly trying to steal a woman's purse right out from her pocket. Hermione could notice what was happening as she had used those same skills just a few months before while living in England. The woman didn't notice that she was about to be robbed, and as the thief made his way towards Hermione, did she stop him.

Hermione stepped right up to his face, and he blanched when he met her gaze. He couldn't have been more than twelve years old, and Hermione felt sorry for him, she really did, but she couldn't allow this to happen right in front of her.

"I belive that you have something that doesn't belong to you," She told him. "Now, if you don't want me to call the police, you will give it to me and go about your day as you normally will."

The boy started to shake and shiver, but obeyed her command and placed the stolen purse into her outstretched hand.

"Now, run along and don't let me catch you doing that again."

The boy nodded and ran off in the crowd of people. Nodding to herself, Hermione looked back at the still oblivious woman, checked that Bernard was still where he was suppose to be, and then walked after the woman.

Stopping right behind her, Hermione cleared her throat and tapped the woman on her shoulder. The woman turned around and started to smile at Hermione but stopped when she saw what the girl had in her hand. Before the blonde woman before her could accuse her of stealing, Hermione spoke up.

"You dropped this a few feet back, I am just returning it to you." Hermione rushed out.

The blonde didn't say anything for a few seconds but then a radiant, crooked smile spread out on her face, making her blue eyes seem to lighten in the light.

"Why, thank you! Had you been so unkind I am sure that it might have been picked up by another." The woman said, her voice light and airy. It sent tingles down Hermione's spine.

"N-no problem, I'm glad that I was able to help." Hermione stammered a little, but tipped her hat down in order to hide the slight blush that had crept onto her cheeks.

"And you have my thanks." The blonde woman purred back to her, kissing each of Hermione's cheeks as in her custom.

Hermione didn't saying anything more, instead tipping her hat down lower and making her way back to Bernard. Climbing onto his back, she spied the woman once again right as she was turning the horse and cart back to the house.

Fleur POV

She watched the young boy who had returned her purse to her climb onto the back of a beautiful black horse and lead the animal onto the road that she knew led to the Manor of Mr. Flitwick. Grinning to herself, she allowed her whispered words to float away in the wind.

"Finally, we meet at last, my love…"