Royalty
“Hmmm, Fleur…”
Open mouthed kisses were all that Hermione could feel as she left the blissful slumber, she was in to awaken in the Queen’s bed with the said Queen holding her tightly from behind. She heard a husky laugh in her ear and then felt teeth gently biting down on her earlobe, evoking another moan from the brunette.
“Why…are you…always like this…in the morning?”
“I can’t help it mon amour,” the lips left her ear, leaving the brunette slightly disappointed but then she jumped at the contact of the hand that crept along her side to cup her breast and giving it a tender but firm squeeze. “Every time I wake up and see you beside me, I am just filled with certain desires that only you can bring to life.”
Hermione blushed brightly as she felt a rather harsh nip delivered underneath her jaw which was quickly soothed by a velvety tongue. Hermione swallowed the lump which was forming in her throat and let out a shaky breath as her breast got squeezed a bit more firmly.
“I should probably get going. People are probably wondering where I am.”
Hermione made a move to try leave the embrace she was wrapped up in but the blonde behind her had other ideas as Hermione felt herself getting pulled back and then promptly pressed in the soft mattress as she felt a warm body moving to lay on top of her, a slender leg slipping in between her own legs.
“I don’t think so. I don’t give you permission to leave.”
The lips on her neck nipped at her again, slowly sucking at the skin as the sting of the bite but the soothing sensation of the tongue did miracles to the brunette’s body. Hermione let out a raspy laugh before wrapping her arms around her queen, pressing her naked body closer to her equally naked body.
“You may be my queen, but I believe I do have duties which you give to carry out.”
“Well I am giving you a new duty, spend the rest of the day with me.”
“Don’t I do that enough as is?”
“No, I miss you when I have to go to those stupid council meetings.”
Hermione let out a laugh as she rubbed soothingly along her queens back, the blonde sighing at the sensation as she paused her love bite making and simply nestled her face in Hermione’s neck, inhaling the natural scent of the brunette.
It was quite well known within the castle that Hermione had a special blonde with the queen, being childhood friends with her for years. Her family has been loyal servants to the royal family for generations and nothing was different in Hermione’s generation as she served the royal family just as her parents did as the royal physicians of the castle. It was quite surprising when Hermione wanted to become a knight, especially since woman knights were not very common in the world of magic. But Hermione has never been one to back down from a challenge because of other people opinions and so she set herself from a young age to achieve her dream. She had actually met Fleur when she was attempting to attack a training dummy with a spell that she had memorized form one of the spell books which the library had to offer. The princess was surprised at seeing such a young girl waving her wand at a training dummy, but she was even more surprised to see a spell successful leaving her wand and hitting the dummy squealy in the chest, making it shatter in pieces. Hermione was of course horrified at causing such a sudden mess, but Fleur was actually impressed by the young girl. She was only two years younger than the princess was and so, deciding to humour herself before heading off to class, she walked up to the girl and introduced herself, stunning the small brunette at the sight of the royal princess.
Then from that first meeting, the two found themselves befriending each other. Hermione still remembers the surprise and shock on her parents faces when the royal princess suddenly stepped into their humble home just outside the castle walls, dressed in the finest of clothes and followed by their daughter who had a wide grin on her face. Working for the royals was one thing, but befriending the royals is another thing entirely. But Hermione was not at all phased, in face she was just delighted in meeting someone who was as interesting as Fleur. Yes, due to being raised in luxury and in royalty, Fleur had a snobby and brattish side to her which Hermione could not help but comment about all the time, enraging the blue-eyed princess. But the two formed a special bond which even the King and Queen had noticed. It was odd for their daughter to suddenly be interested in one of the lower classes, but knowing the Grangers from their constant help with medical ailments and treatments, they saw no harm in their daughters friendship with the physicians daughter. In fact, they were glad. Fleur could be quite picky with her friends and they were glad that she at least was making one with a humbler background. Maybe it may reel in her brattish behaviour which she portrays at certain times. Hopefully, the small brunette will remedy that.
Of course, the friendship between the two was not accepted by everyone. Particularly by those noble children who deemed Hermione too common or simply too unladylike to be associated with some like them, much less the royal princess. They actually tried to bully Hermione into leaving the blonde. But hell fell upon them when Fleur found out. Finding Hermione curled up under the apple tree in the garden which they had deemed their own special spot, nursing her knee with tears running down her cheeks due to getting hit with a nasty spell, the blonde all but went out on war on the noble children. The King and Queen actually had to apologise to the few higher up nobles due to the injuries which Fleur inflicted on their children, of course sending the Grangers to tend to them as they were the best in their field when it came to spell ailments. Fleur was not apologetic at all. She crossed her arms defiantly and glared at her parents as they tried to get her to apologise to the children and their parents.
“I’m not apologising to dressed up trolls who think they have a right to decide who I can be friend with. They hurt Hermione, for that, they should be thrown into the dungeons.”
To say the least, the noble children learned to just leave the brunette alone. And to accept the special relationship which she had with the princess.
The friendship which Hermione had with Fleur was special. The two supported each other in everything they did. Hermione was allowed to join Fleur’s classes as the blonde was bored of being with the tutor by herself and she knew for a fact that Hermione was extremely clever for her age and so she knew that she would be able to pick up on the materials that she was learning. While Hermione’s parents were extremely hesitant to accept such a grand gesture, it took Fleur’s parents to convince them that it was okay and so Hermione was giving the royal treatment in getting the education the same as the princess.
Fleur was not the only one who Hermione formed a bond with. Gabrielle, Fleur’s younger sister, latched onto the brunette the minute she was introduced to the younger princess. And funnily enough, Fleur got jealous at the treatment her sister was getting as Hermione held her in her arms and gave her kisses and cuddles like Gabrielle was her sister instead.
“How come you never kiss and cuddle me?”
“Because you aren’t a child. She is.”
“You’re always so mean to me!”
“I’m not mean. Just simply direct in my opinions.”
It took a few hours of sulking for Hermione to eventually be forgiven by the blonde, but it was all forgotten as Hermione simply smiled and hugged the two princesses, grateful for being able to know them so personally. Gabrielle has always had an attachment to the brunette, even with growing up. And it is something which Fleur always gets jealous of, despite being the one who truly had the special bond with the brunette.
Growing up, things slowly began to change as the two women found themselves on the opposite sides of the spectrum. As children, the lines were blurred with their roles in society and how their relationship was seen. But growing up, the line began to become more defined and more drawn out. Fleur was the princess, next in line for the throne. While Hermione was a commoner, a knight in training who shouldn’t even be able to have such close contact with the princess. Fleur was expected to be an ideal ruler for the kingdom and that meant that she had to shoulder the responsibilities and push forward with no distractions. And Hermione was a distraction.
Hermione never really considered her feeling for the princess before but seeing her attending the royal parties which were hosting and going through all the special events which Hermione kept guard at with her training, it made Hermione realise just how different the two of them were. And ho unacceptable it was for Hermione to love her.
Yes, you heard correctly, love her. At first, Hermione considered Fleur as a friend and almost like an older sister figure due to being the only child in her family. But as they got older, Hermione realised that her feelings were more than that. It was the explanation of everything she was feeling when she was blonde. How her heart would skip a beat when Fleur would grab her hand when they wandered into the royal garden to head to their special Apple tree spot or how she would suddenly flush when Fleur caught her staring at her during one of their study lessons, confused at why the brunette was staring at her and asking if there was something that she needed. So many small things that seemed so innocent to child Hermione just became so much more important to teenager Hermione, and things only grew from there.
Hermione remembers how euphoric she felt when she was finally knighted. The first female knight in years. Her parents were crying because they were so proud, and Fleur was beaming from her throne as she watched her father knight her best friend. Hermione loved the fact that the blonde’s eyes were on her and she flushed as she kept her head down, respectfully kneeling and them standing up before bowing at the King for giving her the honour. A banquet was then held in her honour, something which completely took the brunette by surprise, but it was all in good fun. The other knights welcomed her happily, Harry and Ron clapping her on the back as she met with them at the food table. They were waiting for the moment for their friend to join them in the knight ranks, knowing that she was the most deserving of it. She laughed, ate, and cheered with her fellow knights, embracing the celebratory occasion. But it all was second when she finally met with Fleur outside in the gardens when the brunette needed some fresh air from the hall. The blonde was grinning so widely that Hermione was sure that it was hurting Fleur’s face but then she was suddenly swept up in a hug that her feet actually left the floor, getting hugged tightly in the blonde’s body.
“I’m so proud of you.” Fleur whispered against her ear, placing her back on the floor but still hugging her tightly. Hermione felt her heart rate accelerating and her body felt like it was on fire due to being so close to Fleur. It is not the first hug that she shared with the blonde, but it just meant too much to the brunette seeing that she has recognised the growing affection that she had for her childhood friend.
“Thank you, Fleur, it means a lot to hear from you.”
And then Fleur did something which almost gave her a heart attack. She pressed a kiss to Hermione’s cheek.
“I’m so glad that you are living your dream. You deserve every bit of success Hermione. You are going to be an amazing knight.”
And Hermione blushed brightly from the words and she immediately got teased by her blonde companion, her cheeks getting squeezed playfully while she tried to bat them away half-heartedly, trying to focus on calming her heart.
With her knight duties and with Fleur’s growing duties as her time of taking over the throne came closer and closer, the distance between the two began to grow. While they did try their best to still meet each other, it was almost proven impossible as they both had to be somewhere or had to do something, limiting the time with one another.
But the thing which hurt the most for Hermione was when suitors began to come with the intention of courting Fleur. It was an evitable part of being a princess. She was expected to marry and to claim the throne as hers. A king was necessary. And to see the pompous pigs who believed they were good enough for Fleur’s hand was disgusting in Hermione’s opinion. If she could cast just one hex at them, her whole existence would be worthwhile. She at least knows she is not the only one seeing the nobles as they really were. Fleur’s habit of speaking her mind has never faded, in fact it only seemed to intensify into her adulthood. Because Hermione had to stop herself from bursting into laughter as a noble would be running out the room with either his clothes on fire or some kind of thing growing from him which was no doubt caused by the seething blonde inside. Fleur was not apologetic at all and that just made Hermione smile, the blonde nerve changing from her ways.
Complaining about the nobles was one of the things which the two of them did do when they were together, Fleur ranting about one of the pompous pigs while Hermione smiled and simply listened, being the willing ear which Fleur needed.
“He is just so disgusting! Honestly, he wishes for me to lift my skirt so that he can see what he has to look forward too? The pig!”
Hermione admits, she was tempted to hex half of those damn nobles, but she agreed readily with her friend and reached out to hold the blonde’s hand, squeezing it gently.
“They don’t deserve you. None of them do. You’re too amazing for them.”
Fleur looked at her, the fire dimming in her eyes slowly and then getting replaced with affection and tenderness.
“I know. Thank you, Hermione. You have no idea how much you spending time with me means to me.”
Hermione immediately blushed at the words and Fleur immediately giggled before reaching out and pinching Hermione’s cheek playfully.
“Still so cute when you blush. Never change Hermione.”
Hermione batted her hand away half-heartedly and smiled.
“Promise.”
But of course, all good things did have to come to an end. While she was enjoying the time of venting about the nobles with the blonde, one suitor did happen to tick the boxes of the qualities of a good king. Prince William, the second eldest of his family, was a candidate which was popular with the public, as well with the castle folk, to be a perfect match with the princess. And sadly, Hermione had to agree. William was a kind man, who was brave, courageous, and wise. He was a gentleman and Fleur seemed to enjoy his company as she watched the two royals walking around the castle. William would say something to Fleur who would then laugh and touch the red heads arm playfully while the action just made Hermione’s stomach twist up uncomfortably.
It was not like it was something she wasn’t expecting. It was only a matter of time before Fleur would find someone most suited for her and then take the throne with them by her side. But it hurt to watch it before her very eyes. It hurt to see the one she loves to fall in love with someone else. It was pure torture, much more painful that the cruciatus curse. And when Fleur would talk about what William would have shown her or told her that day when they spent time together, it was like driving a knife into her heart and twisting it. She seemed to like him. And while as a good friend, she should be supportive of the blonde and the handsome prince who would be a good king for the kingdom, Hermione just couldn’t find it in herself to do so. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to watch the show of Fleur falling in love with the prince. But she knew it was inevitable. Fleur was expected to marry and become Queen. While Hermione remains a loyal knight, who will protect her and the prince while they start a family and rule together. Hermione just couldn’t bare the pain of watching it all fan out, so she began to distance herself from the blonde.
She was subtle at first, excusing herself from their meet ups with excuses like she was expected somewhere by her fellow knights or her parents needed her to do some errands and such. But then, the excuses became more frequent and she began to miss the planned meet ups which she had with the princess. Of course, she would apologize when fleur would eventually find her again, taking her time to calm down the blue-eyed princess who was miffed at being stood up by her friend. But as time kept going on, Hermione was eventually actively avoided Fleur. If she saw the blonde in the distance, she would immediately turn around and walk the way she came and take another route to her destination. And whenever she was called upon by Fleur, she would send another knight in her stead. And when she heard her friend’s voice calling out to her in the palace, she would pretend she didn’t hear her and hurry away before the blonde will even think about chasing her.
Hermione thought that she would keep it up. Especially since she has overheard the King and Queen discussing with one another with how suitable William and Fleur seemed to be for one another. While it did hurt to hear such worlds for the future plans for the princess who held her heart, Hermione toughened up and just kept doing her duties. It was to be expected. Fleur has been groomed for this her whole life. She knows that Fleur will be a great Queen, so as her friend and loyal knight, she will stand by and protect her while she carries out her life goals.
But with the brunette priding herself with knowing Fleur so well, she was completely swept off her feet when she was suddenly pounced on when she was walking in the palace gardens, tackled entirely to the ground and hands pinning her own wrists above her head while enraged blue eyes were glaring down at her. Hermione gulped at the intensity of the glare.
“F-Fleur-“
“Hermione. Granger.”
Her full name is never a good thing. While Hermione gets scared when she hears her parents saying her full name, she was absolutely terrified when she heard her name leave those pale lips. Fleur was not happy. She was purely enraged. Nd despite knowing how to easily get out of a pinning move like this, Hermione did not have the heart or the courage to get out of Fleur’s hold. Something tells her she will regret it terribly.
“Months you have been avoiding me. Months. Just what the hell do you think you are doing Hermione?”
One thing which not everybody knows is that Fleur has quite the dirty mouth when she is angry. Only she and her family know that and while usually it makes her smile to hear the princess swear, she got chills as it was directed at her.
“Avoiding? I haven’t-“
“Don’t you even dare try deny it.”
Hermione shut her mouth immediately, too terrified to say anything else which may trigger the blonde. Fleur tightened her grip on Hermione’s wrists, and she let out a trembling breath as she stared down at the brunette.
“Why have you been avoiding me? What did I do which made you so angry at me? Answer me Hermione!”
Hermione stared up helplessly at the older girl as she stared down at her, desperate for an answer. Hermione bit her lip and shook her head.
“You’ve done nothing wrong Fleur. I promise.”
“Then why the hell are you avoiding me!”
“It…doesn’t matter.”
“Bullshit! Bull-shit Hermione! Of course it matters! I never see you! You ignore me when I call you in the halls, you run away when you see me, you send other knights to me when I ask for you, you never talk to me anymore! I miss you and I want to know what I have done for you to ignore me like this! What have I done wrong! Tell me!”
Hermione was shocked to see tears forming in the blonde’s eyes. Crying was never something which Fleur did often. She hated appearing vulnerable to others and so she usually grits her teeth and pushes forward instead of crying. But Hermione has been at the odd occasion when the blonde did cry and each time it happened, she hugged her friend closely and rocked the two of them back and forth while rubbing Fleur’s back. But now being the reason why the blonde was crying now was the most painful thing in the world. She hates causing Fleur pain. She detests it.
“You haven’t done anything Fleur. It’s me who has the problem, not you.”
“Then tell me what the problem is! Talk to me Hermione! It has been driving me crazy not to be able to talk to you! We have been friends for years and we have never been like this! Tell me what’s wrong. Jus tell me. I hate this. I hate not being with you. Just tell me what is wrong.”
Hermione felt a lump forming in her throat and she struggled to swallow it down as she turned at the desperate eyes of the woman who holds her heart. She couldn’t let it slip. She couldn’t. Fleur would not feel the same. She has already resigned herself to the fate of watching her friend marry and rule with a man by her side. She could never come between what Fleur has been trained for her entire life and her own selfish heart. She just couldn’t. She shook her head.
“I can’t Fleur.”
“Why not?!”
“I just can’t.”
“Yes, you can! Tell me Hermione! Please!”
“I can’t Fleur! I can’t tell you!”
“Hermione!” Fleur removed her hands from her wrists and instead cupped Hermione’s cheeks, holding her face desperately as she stared into her eyes. “Please, I am begging you. Tell me. I can’t stand this anymore. Please tell me. Please.”
Her voice was filled with anguish, the anger simmering away and leaving Hermione guilt ridden and regretful as she brought the blonde to a state like this. Fleur has never sounded so upset before. She has never begged. Never in her life has she ever begged. And here she was now, begging for Hermione to tell her the truth. Tears pricked at Hermione’s eyes as she let out a shuddering sob.
“I-I-I-“
Fleur wiped the tears that began to fall from her face, her eyes not leaving Hermione’s as the brunette began to break down in front of her. Hermione raised her arm to cover her eyes, trembling as the sobs began to escape her throat.
“I-I can’t tell you. I-It will ruin everything. Everything will change. I-I don’t want things to change. But they already have. A-And I have to accept it.”
“Accept what Hermione?” Fleur voice was soft and tender, her hands gently stroking her cheeks as Hermione continued to cry.
“T-That you and William will get married. That you will be happy with him and not with me.”
“Hermione?”
“I love you Fleur. I love you.” She said it. She finally said it. “And it is wrong for me to do so because I know you won’t feel the same. You have William and I can’t come between that. I just can’t.”
There was silence after that and Hermione tensed as she waited for something. Anything. Surely Fleur will be disgusted with her. She will run off and forget that she even associated herself with the brunette. She was supposed to be a friend. Just that. But Hermione just had to develop feelings for her best friend. It was not supposed to happen. She shouldn’t have let it happen. She flinched when she felt one of the hands leaving her cheek and moving to grab her forearm.
“Hermione,” She let her forearm get moved and she looked up teary-eyed as Fleur looked down at her, her eyes soft and tender as she stared down at her. Fleur pushed Hermione’s forearm away before cradling Hermione’s face again and then leaning down until she was only a breath away from her. “You silly girl. For someone so smart, you can be so dumb.”
Hermione opened her mouth to retort but she found herself unable to as her lips was covered by another pair. A pair which belonged to Fleur. Fleur pressed herself closely to the brunette, cupping Hermione’s face tenderly but firmly as she didn’t want to separate from her at all. Her lips moved along Hermione’s in a special dance, one which she could only dance with Hermione. She was gentle but also passionate, like she was finally letting go of all the feelings she has been holding back. Hermione was shocked beyond belief at the turn of events, but she chose to simply savour the moment. Her hands which were free moved to hold Fleur’s shoulders, pulling her closer to her as Fleur tilted her head and swiped her tongue on Hermione’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Hermione opened her mouth to her, and she felt like her brain was melting through her body as her tongue became entwined with Fleur’s.
They were kissing. Passionately kissing. Hermione eventually found herself getting laid upon by Fleur, who settled between Hermione’s legs as she continued to kiss her. Fleur removed one hand from her cheek and instead threaded her fingers in Hermione’s brown locks, pulling them slightly before holding her in place as she continued to kiss her. Hermione also found her hands wander, tracing Fleur’s back and feeling the blonde’s warmth as they continued their heated embrace. Anyone could walk by at any moment and neither would have cared. A build up of emotions was exploding and all they were focusing on were each other. Hermione doesn’t know how long they were laying there, but eventually the two of them pulled away, leaving only breathing distance between as they hugged each other closely, Fleur showing no movement of pulling away. They shifted so that were now laying on their sides, facing each other while their legs were entwined.
“Fleur…” Hermione breathed, staring at the blonde in shock and awe. Fleur looked at her contently and raised her hand to trace Hermione’s lips with her thumb, smiling softly at the swollenness of them from the intense kissing they had just done.
“In case you didn’t pick it up, I love you too. Too much, in fact.”
Hermione was taken aback, her eyes widening at Fleurs confession. Fleur giggled at her reaction and removed her thumb only to lean forward and kiss her tenderly on the lips.
“S-Since when?”
“Since we were 14…”
“Wha- that was ten years ago!”
Fleur smiled. “I know.”
“W-Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Would you believe me when I say that I was scared?”
Fleur looked slightly sheepish and Hermione looked at her in complete disbelief. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at her.
“You? Scared?”
Fleur nodded. “I didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same. I was scared of losing you.”
“Fleur…I was scared of losing you.”
“You will never lose me Hermione. Never.”
She leaned forward and kissed Hermione again, keeping her pressed herself as she put all her emotions into the kiss. The fear, the hesitancy but also the love she had for the brunette. The intense love that she had for her childhood friend. Hermione responded to the kiss immediately and clung to Fleur as they pressed themselves closer against each other. After a few moments, they pulled away again and they leaned their foreheads against each other’s, panting from the kiss.
“But…what about William?”
Fleur shook her head and kissed Hermione on the corner of her mouth. “I have no intention of marrying William. Not when I am in love with you.”
“But…the King and Queen…you need to-“
“While it is traditional to marry before taking the throne, it is not compulsory.”
Hermione stared at Fleur in bewilderment and Fleur simply smiled before kissing her on the bridge of her nose. “I will take the throne, but not with him by my side.”
Fleur wrapped an arm around Hermione’s neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss, her lips moving over and over Hermione’s until the brunette was breathless again when Fleur pulled away. “I want you by my side. Now and forever.”
“Is this a proposal?”
Fleur lead out a breathy laugh, shaking her head before kissing her forehead.
“While I do intend to marry you, I think I can hold back for a bit. I want to simply enjoy being with you before we sign any papers.”
Hermione blushed brightly at the thought of marrying Fleur and the blonde giggled before peppering her face with kisses. “I’ve always liked it when you blush. You look adorable.”
“S-Shut up!”
Fleur just giggled again before pulling Hermione into another kiss, desperate for another kiss.
And so, after the two confessions the two women had, things began to take a turn for the better. Well, in the case of the relationship between Fleur and Hermione. Fleur made it very clear that she had no intentions to marry William, even though he was deemed a perfect match for the princess. And when she was asked for the reasoning of not marrying the prince, Fleur in her natural fashion bluntly told the truth.
“Because I am in love with my best friend. Why would I marry someone else when I intend to marry her in the future?”
And Hermione has never been one who likes being in the centre of attention. But when Fleur announced her future plans regarding her, she was thrown right into the deep end. Her fellow knights endless teased her for being the sweetheart of the princess and even the King and Queen, despite being disappointed of not having Fleur marry William, was supportive and even teased the brunette for the relationship they had with their daughter.
“You have always been the one who could keep her head on her shoulders. Don’t worry Hermione, we leave our daughter in your hands.”
And of course, with Fleur never being one to hide, she made it quite obvious that she was smitten with the brunette and she fully intended in showing off her love that she had for her. It became quite known to the public that the two of them were courting and even though she did receive some hate for being the one who holds the blonde’s heart, mostly from the nobles, the general public actually supported their relationship. She has even received gifts when she goes to the market much to her embarrassment.
But Fleur is simply overjoyed, openly kissing Hermione in public and hugging her tightly like she intended to never let go. She finally had her love, and she was never going to ignore her feelings of love ever again. It was a happy ending for them and there couldn’t be anything better. When at her coronation when she took the throne without a husband, Fleur smiled widely as she looked at Hermione who was standing guard at the front. While they were not getting married now, it was a matter of time before she was to marry the blonde and become the royal consort, but at the moment she fully intended on enjoying her knightly duties. There is plenty of time after all, they don’t need to rush.
“It is not like they don’t know where you are anyway.”
Fleur nipped at Hermione’s neck, fulling intending on leaving a mark. Hermione blushed brightly, knowing that everyone in the castle did mostly likely know just who was in the Queen’s room last night. Only one person could be responsible for the high-pitched screams they heard last night.
“Still, I should get going. I should get to my own room.”
“You know…this could become your room if you-“
“I’m not accepting another marriage proposal.”
“Aww, you are so cold Hermione!”
Fleur pouted cutely at Hermione and the brunette just shook her head and laughed before pecking her on the forehead. Fleur immediately lifted her head to steal a kiss from her lips and wrapped her arms around her neck and pulling her back to laying beside her.
“I love you Hermione.”
Hermione smiled. “I love you too.”
And the two leaned forward and kissed, pulling each other closely as their naked bodies pressed against each other’s. While the two of them were on opposite sides of society, they still managed to fall in love and there is nothing Hermione would trade for her life that she has with Fleur now. She is happy and so is Fleur. That is the most important thing.