Beneath the Surface

by PitchPerfectLurker

Beneath the polite smiles and fleeting glances lies something unspoken—something neither Fleur Delacour nor Hermione Granger is ready to confront. In the aftermath of war, as lives are rebuilt and paths intertwine, emotions simmer just below the surface, threatening to upend everything they thought they wanted. Fleurmione - Post-War - non-canon - complete

15. Epilogue

Epilogue

The air was crisp and cool, the soft hum of conversation mingling with the rustling of autumn leaves. Hermione and Fleur walked hand in hand through a quiet park in London, their steps unhurried and their smiles easy.

It had been two months since Fleur was discharged from St. Mungo's, and life had slowly returned to normal—or rather, a new kind of normal. They had officially begun their relationship, sharing their decision with their close friends and Fleur's family. To Hermione's relief, everyone had been supportive, especially Ginny, Harry, and Ron, who seemed genuinely happy to see her so content.

Fleur had moved into the flat permanently, though Ginny often joked that it was Hermione who had moved into Fleur's life instead. Their relationship was steady, full of laughter and warmth, and Hermione found herself marveling at how easy it was to love Fleur openly now that there were no more secrets or uncertainties between them.

"Where is your mind, ma chère?" Fleur asked, her voice breaking through Hermione's thoughts.

Hermione glanced at her, smiling softly. "Just thinking about how far we've come," she said. "It feels... surreal sometimes. Like it was all a dream."

Fleur arched an elegant eyebrow. "Do I feel like a dream to you?"

Hermione laughed, leaning into her side as they walked. "No. You feel very real."

"Good," Fleur said with a smirk. "Because I intend to stay."

Hermione's chest swelled with affection, and she stopped walking, tugging Fleur gently to a halt. "You'd better," she said softly, her eyes searching Fleur's.

Fleur leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Hermione's forehead. "Always," she murmured.

The rest of the world seemed to fade away as they stood there, wrapped in the quiet certainty of their love. For the first time in a long time, Hermione felt at peace—not just with Fleur, but with herself.

They continued their walk, their hands intertwined, the future stretching before them like an open book waiting to be written. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

And for Hermione, that was more than enough.