Edited 6/6/23: Minor Grammar/Spelling.

Which "Weasleys" do you think visit?

Saturday, June 6, 1998

"I want to tell Millie," Hermione said over their late breakfast that morning.

"Tell Millie what?" Theo responded not looking up from the Daily Prophet.

"Everything. I want her to know about me and I want her help with the plan," she set her fork down and looked at them all intensely.

"Everything?" Ginny asked, dubiously.

"Yes," Hermione said primly, crossing her legs.

"I don't know her all that well, but I trust your judgement," Draco added, not lifting his head from the table. "Plus I'm too hungover to even think about arguing."

Theo snorted and folded the paper, setting it down. "We'd require a binding vow. I will not have any of your safety being threatened."

"Theo we're not-" Hermione started.

"No Hermione, I'm not arguing about this. The three of you are the most important people in the world. I will not have your safety threatened." Hermione deflated a bit, indignation disappearing. With a nod, he continued, "Speaking of, what did Kingsley and Remus say about your mother and brother, Gin?"

"They're going to force them into a Modified Unbreakable Vow. Can't spill Order Secrets or they'll be obliviated, they're going to do it today, I think," she said with a shrug.

"Are they very worried?" Hermione asked.

"Mum is quite embarrassed and I could see her making a drastic choice without thinking about the consequences. Ron is super angry at Dad for some reason.

Draco snorted, "He always was a dumb git."

"Part of me wants to defend him," Hermione said with a chuckle, "but I can't disagree with you. He is a git."

The four of them laughed and tucked back into breakfast. "I've chatted with Millie quite a bit and I trust her, but I don't think she'll realise it's me if we don't tell her."

"No, it's too absurd to think that Hermione Granger would be here in Mitternacht married to Lord Nott, playing the neutral Pureblood from the Caribbean," Draco said with a chuckle. "You probably couldn't trick your friends or people who actually knew you, but the impression of Hermione Granger in the dungeons wasn't anything like you actually are."

"That's true," Theo said "they all think you're a prudish bookworm who only knows how to use your mouth to-" Ginny made a disgusted noise and Theo chuckled, continuing, "We may or may not have encouraged that kind of thinking. Plus most people aren't very observant. They like to think they are, but they're usually so caught up in their own heads they don't even notice what's two feet in front of them."

"So Millie?" Hermione asked again after a few minutes of contemplative silence.

"I'm in favour," Ginny said. "I had hoped it'd be Pansy, but…"

"I won't trust her until she proves herself," Hermione said firmly.

The other three nodded. "If you trust her, then I'm in," Theo said, picking his paper back up, "we'll have to craft the vow similarly to how they did the one for Molly and Ron."

That afternoon, they received Percy as a visitor. "Lord Nott, Mr. Malfoy," he said formally. "I've come to request your assistance," he continued, turning to Theo, "as a neutral family, I'd like your assistance in pursuing the Crouch seat and all that entails. I'd also be interested," he said, turning to Draco, "in discussing your role and how I can support."

"Of course," Theo said jovially. "I'd love to discuss the business end of things with you. I'm sure Draco can chat with you later today, come along and we'll discuss how to take on your title."

The two of them walked towards Theo's office, heads bent together. Hermione smiled after them fondly. "I think he'll make a good asset," she said to Draco conversationally. "He'd make a good Ministry plant, but I think he could do more than that. He's quite good at compartmentalising."

Draco looked at her thoughtfully, "I like that idea. We need someone else on the inside. I've been trying to find someone, but this would be a good lead." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I wish you didn't have to be doing this," he murmured into her hair. "I had hoped…"

"Me too," she said softly. "I want to show you off everywhere we go, and I want you to be able to buy me fancy dresses and deck me out in extravagant jewellery. I want to take over the Ministry together. I want to be the second Muggleborn Minister of Magic. I want Theo to coif his hair and smirk at the peons in the Wizengamot when we destroy their stupid Blood Purity laws."

"I want all of those things, darling. I wish that we could just end this fucker so that I can bend you over your fancy Minister's desk-"

"Come on Draco," she chuckled, "we both know it is not I who will be doing the bending over that desk." He flushed quite prettily and she grinned at him. "I could just lock you under my desk while I'm meeting with important emissaries from other Ministries. What do you think?"

"I think you're going to be the death of me, witch!" He said as he growled and kissed her firmly.

"What a death that would be!" she smirked.

It was a day of Weasleys, or Weasley adjacent's anyway. That evening, Fleur joined them for dinner. Hermione had a fondness for the part-Veela since the chaos that was the wedding the year before. Molly had always made Hermione and Fleur feel like interlopers, and it had solidified the bond between them. Ginny had come around as well and now the three of them sat in one of the parlours sipping wine.

"Zee Vow was astounding," Fleur said with a laugh. "Both of zem looked quite put out about zee whole thing. But zere options were take zee Vow or be Obliviated. You should 'ave seen 'er face!" She clapped. "Molly looked like she 'ad swallowed a lemon."

Ginny laughed loudly. "I'm sure Ron was purple with rage."

"Oh 'ee was!" Fleur winked at Hermione, "Ever seence you told 'im zhat you were marrying Draco and Theo, 'ee 'as been een a rage! I sink zat is when I knew 'ee wasn't dear Arthur's son. Zee three of you are perfect for each other! 'ow could 'ee think you would be together?"

"Just bloody stupid men thinking they own me. I will not be owned," Hermione spat. "DO you think they will do something regrettable?'

"I wouldn't be surprised if Ron goes off and does something very stupid like going to his father and pleading his case. Dad is talking about divorcing Mum, and since she's the party at fault most of the Magical backlash would be on her."

"Is he really?" Hermione asked, rubbing her chest where her own bond thrummed. "I can't imagine."

"I can't eemagine wanting to 'ave anyone other than my 'usband," Fleur huffed. "Zis bond is so powerful, and it is nothing in comparison to yours, 'ermione."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, turning to the older witch.

"Well zhose three have a deeper bond I think. Most people cannot feel zheir bond," she said thoughtfully watching as Hermione absentmindedly rubbed at her chest.

"Isn't this normal?" Hermione asked, surprised. "It's a bit like a constant thrumming in my chest. I can always feel them, and when they're very emotional I can get a blip of their emotions I think."

"No," Fleur said smiling softly, "I think zhat you should do some re-"

"DON'T!" Ginny shrieked.

"-search." Fleur finished.

Hermione looked between the two witches and smirked, "Research you say?" Ginny groaned, "I've been looking for a new project."

Did you guess right? I LOVE a Fleur and Hermione friendship, I feel like as Weasley outsiders and very smart women they should band together. Any time I can I make sure they do!

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think or if you have any thoughts about what might happen next!