Soulmates
Do you believe in fate? That there is a red band attached to your finger which will guide you to your other half of your soul? That no matter what, you are never truly alone because there is someone else out there that is waiting for you. Waiting to embrace you and give you all that you were missing in life. The only person in the entire world who could truly make you happy.
That is the type of life which Hermione has learned to look forward to. Fate is something which ties everyone together. But there is one strong which is reserved for only two people, tied to their ring fingers which while be united once the two souls meet. When two soulmates meet.
Soulmates were something which everyone wanted to find. To find someone who is made for you and you were was made for them. It was a comforting thought. That there will be someone to love you despite your flaws. And that you were someone who could give the love they needed. It was a relationship formed by the heavens above and the only sign which was given to you to tell you who was your soulmate was the name tattooed on one’s forearm. The beautiful tattoo which was on Hermione forearm ever since she was a little girl, the feminine cursive writing which was connected to each other in a flower-like way.
Fleur Delacour
A name which Hermione had been waiting to hear or read just so she will have an inkling of the person who she was destined for.
Hermione still remembers when she first asked about the tattoo on her arm, the ink which never washed off her skin. Her parents smiled gently at her when she asked them, her hazel eyes shining at them curiously while they held hands on the couch they were sitting on while the television was playing. Hermione’s mom let go of her husband’s hand and picked the brunette up before placing her between the two of them.
“It’s the name of the person you are destined to be with Hermione.”
Hermione remembers that she checked her head in confusion, her young mind not quite understand what her mother was saying. And so, her parents decided to show her what they meant as they lifted theirs sleeves and exposed their very own tattoos to their young daughter, each other’s name tattooed on each other’s forearms. Hermione’s father smiled.
“You see Hermione, your mother is the person I was supposed to be with. Her name was the thing which told me I found the other half of me I didn’t know I was missing.”
Hermione eyed her mother’s name on her father’s forearm and reached out to trace the letter slightly, a very clear resemblance to her mother’s handwriting. Slightly slanted but clear to read. She then turned to her mother, who had her father’s name on her forearm in very large capital letters, exactly like her father’s handwriting.
“This tattoo is the very name of the person you are supposed to spend your life with. It is the name of your future. The one who will love you beyond words. Beyond anything else in the world. It is the name of your soulmate, the one you belong with.”
Hermione glanced back down at her forearm and trace the cursive writing before looking back at her parents.
“You mean that this person has my name on their arm too?”
Both of her parents grinned widely before nodding, each pulling their sleeves over their tattoos before reaching out and wrapping their arms around the brunette and hugging her.
“Yes, and they will be very excited to meet you.”
“Really?” Hermione asked a little bit excitedly, her eyes shining as her overactive imagination began to picture her soulmate, on the possibility of what they are like and how they are in real life. Her parents laughed and her mother pecked her on the forehead.
“Of course. They are extremely lucky to have someone like you. So be a good girl and grow up well, be someone who they will be proud of.”
Hermione grinned widely and nodded, looking at her tattoo with pride in her eyes.
“I will be the best person there is. They will be so proud when they see me!”
Her parents laughed again before hugging their daughter.
“That’s our girl.”
Hogwarts was an adventure of her own and so many things have happened to her since she met her best friends Harry and Ron. To become friends with the Boy Who Lived was not easy. Being a muggleborn was hard enough as it is, especially with the Slytherins making it very clear with how much they detested the brunette’s every existence. But they could never put their money where their mouth was as Hermione always managed to beat the so called ‘Purebloods’ at academics, being the brightest witch of her year and possibly of the other years.
Hermione has always had a curious mind and growing up and learning that she was a witch, she just thirsted for more knowledge of the magical world. And her curiosity did get the best of her most of the time but Harry and Ron have thanked her countless times for her help in either saving them from their own academics, or helping them survive yet another adventure which happened to the two oof them. Living up to Harry words, trouble does seem to just follow him, he doesn’t go to find it. Hermione is living witness of all the troubles which the scarred boy has to go through and she has to admit, she does prefer her quiet life, even though she does adore Harry to bits like a brother.
Hermione did often wonder when she would meet her soulmate. She finds herself gazing at her tattoo when she is in the bath or when she is in the middle of changing. The tattoo was beautifully written and Lavender, and Parvati squealed as they admired the beautiful marking when they all spent some quality time together in the dorms.
“The writing is so beautiful! I bet you that she is gorgeous!”
“It almost looks like royal writing. Maybe you have an heiress waiting for you!”
“No fair, why couldn’t Seamus have better handwriting?”
Hermione blushed intensely and covered her mark with her sleeve, too embarrassed at the gushing over it by her two friends. While Parvati and Lavender have their own soulmate tattoos, with Lavender finding Seamus on the Hogwarts express in their first year and the boy absolutely running away from the overly excited blonde, Hermione will admit that hers was the best looking out of the three of them. Although Parvati has yet to meet her own soulmate, she is not at all discouraged. After all, ‘Hendrick Bulgar’ sounded like a foreign name so she will probably meet him in the future on one of the travels the girl wants to go on after graduating.
When the brunette was much younger and had just learned everything about there was about soulmates, the brunette decided to become a young adventurer and decided to look for her soulmate. Although she didn’t get further than the block when her mother came hurrying after her, red in the face as she screamed at the young girl for running off from home. And so, her looking was cut short. But Hermione will admit that her young self was super into searching till the ends of the earth for her soulmate. She thought that she would find her immediately. But alas, a young child can only do so much and with normal life getting into the way, Hermione’s soulmate search had to be put on pause.
Growing up, instead of searching, Hermione decided that all things would just come on their own. She of course hoped that perhaps she would meet her soulmate when she went to Hogwarts, getting some sort of hope when she saw the overly excited young Lavender Brown all but tackling poor Seamus in the train corridor as the two had each other’s names tattooed on each other’s forearms. But alas, Fleur Delacour was not a name known in Hogwarts. Until her fourth year that is.
The Triwizard Tournament was a deadly excuse of getting killed in Hermione’s opinion. She saw no reason of introducing the death trap to students who were barely adults, but Dumbledore and the ministry of magic allowed it and so she simply had to join in the excited festivities when the two foreign schools came to Hogwarts. The Bulgarians were all menacing and intimidating in their own way and seeing Draco swallowing nervously when one of the older teens slumped down beside him with a gruff grunt made the brunette smile slightly. Maybe there was an advantage to some of this. But it was the Beauxbatons which caught her attention the most, because the very one who she was destined to be with was in that school.
Hermione was affected by the blonde in a way which Hermione could not explain. Watching the blonde walk in the Great hall with her classmates, all dressed in blue and delivering an air of grace and elegance, Hermione just felt her heart skipping a beat for no reason. The blonde was crafted by angels herself with how beautiful she was. Long blonde locks that which were tied up in a high ponytail and fair skin which just seemed to have a glow of its own, she was the most beautiful woman Hermione has ever seen in her life. She was enthralled by the beauty, although she was not making a buffoon of herself like Ron was when he started blubbering about how gorgeous the girls of Beauxbatons were.
She certainly had an heir about her which told Hermione that she was held in high regard and she knew as much. She held herself confidently and sitting with the Ravenclaws, she conversed in rapid French with her classmates while politely replying to the few Ravenclaws who dared to try talk to the blonde. From afar, Hermione could see those blue eyes which were gleaming like royal gems, an intensity in them which just seemed to lock people in place when she looked at them. But Hermione felt her heart leap out of her chest when those blue eyes, which were glancing around curiously at the interior of the hall, to suddenly lock with her hazel ones.
Embarrassed, Hermione immediately looked away and tried her best to act natural and to pretend she had not just been caught staring at the blonde like all the other hormonal boys in the hall. She attempted to make conversation with Ron and Harry, with Ron shovelling food in their mouths while Harry spoke with Seamus and Dean about what they would do if they had the prize money galleons, but alas it did not stop Hermione feeling a brining sensation at the side of her head as she felt the blonde’s stare on her. Eager to distract herself, she helped herself to the few French dishes which the house elves were prepared. Although she was still very much against their enslavement, she was grateful for their skills for making delicious food. She thought that all was done and over with, busy explaining to what the Bouillabaisse was to a sceptical Ron and an amused Harry, until a voice suddenly reached her ears.
“Are you done with the Bouillabaisse?”
Hermione glanced up and immediatly tensed as those very blue eyes which were locked with hers not so long ago were not staring deeply at her, her lips quipped slightly in smile as she looked at Hermione curiously. Ron immediately went red and began gargling some nonsense while Harry stared slack jawed at the blonde, affected by her very presence. Knowing that she would be the only one gathered enough to respond, she stiffly nodded.
“Sure, here you go.”
She picked up the dish and held it out to her, licking her lips nervously as the blonde reach out and took it. But just as she was doing so, her robe sleeve slid down, exposing her tattoo mark to the blonde. And Hermione watched as the blonde glanced at it and then suddenly smiled so widely that she heard some of the boys at the table choke on their food at the shining sight of her. Her eyes glinted excitedly and she stared delightedly at the brunette whose eyes widened as she watched the blonde move her arm and then show off her forearm which had the handwriting which Hermione was very much used to seeing.
Hermione Granger
Slack jawed, Hermione looked back to stare at those intense blue eyes which were gleaming as her hand which was holding the dish was suddenly grabbed by the blonde and then lifted to her lips, a sweet kiss pressed to her knuckles as the blonde grinned.
“A pleasure to meet you, Hermione Granger.”
To say people were shocked was an understatement. How in Merlin’s beard was Hermione, Gryffindor’s bookworm and resident Know-it-all, the soulmate of the heiress of the most powerful Veela clan in Europe? Fate surely had fun putting that together but there was nothing else to do and see what else Fate had in store.
Hermione was immediately welcomed into the clan of Veelas which joined Fleur on the journey to Hogwarts. They all hugged and kissed Hermione on the cheek, snuggling her into the group much to her embarrassment and dismay while Fleur watched on with amusement. She found herself getting guided to her classes with the group, Fleur’s arm never leaving her waist as she pulled the brunette into her side, always kissing her on the cheek or forehead before leaving her all red faced at her class and at the mercy of her teasing friends.
Ron was absolutely miffed that Hermione was bonded with Fleur and after Harry got chosen as the fourth champion for the Triwizard tournament, he completely deserted his two friends like they were nothing. Harry was hurt beyond belief and so was Hermione, but at least she had Fleur to comfort her and the other Veelas. Harry was also partially welcomed to the group due to being friends with Hermione, but the poor boy just ended up rushing off red faced from the constant teasing of the French girls.
Fleur had many sides to her and along the year, Hermione began to learn all of them. There was the haughty Fleur, the one of which her rich upbringing was responsible for. There was leader Fleur, as she was responsible of taking care of the other Veelas as the future leader of the Veela clan, and then there was clingy Fleur, the kind of Fleur who all but selfish for Hermione’s attention, literally locking the poor girl in an embrace and refusing to let go as she needed the brunette’s warmth to continue.
It truly did shock the brunette to see the girl who was three years older than her acting like such a child at times. Hermione swears that she is more mature than the blonde sometimes. Although she refuses to say it out loud because she did so once and that prompted the blonde to show just how ‘mature’ she could be. To say less, Hermione went back to the dorms all red faced and her scarf tightly wound around her neck to prevent anyone from seeing the several ‘reminders’ Fleur left to show off her maturity.
Each event of the Triwizard tournament was terrifying for the brunette. Not only because her best friend was forced to compete, but also her soulmate who all but was confident with her abilities. Fleur showed no fear and while usually Hermione values bravery, being a Gryffindor herself, she couldn’t help but cling at her seat as she watched Fleur dart across the arena when the Dragon blew fire at her. But the blonde came out unscathed and she made sure to hold Hermione close to her as Harry went off flying on his broom with the Hungarian Horntail chasing after him, pulling Hermione out the way and to safety when the dragon began to destroy the Arena.
The second task was probably the worse she had seen Fleur as she finally was awoken by her slumber and she felt the tight grip her girlfriend had on her as she pulled her towards the docks, the icy cold water biting at her bones.
“Using you like this! I should kill Dumbledore! I will!”
Fleur barely let Madam Pomfrey near her before pulling her into her arms, checking for injuries on the girl before peppering her face in kisses while the other Veela formed a protective circle around the too. Hermione blushed and ducked her head in Fleur’s neck while hugging her.
“Fleur I’m okay. I knew that I would be safe.”
“It does not matter! You were put in danger! I will not forgive that!”
“But you saved me Fleur, so I’m okay.”
It took several more attempt to calm the blonde down enough to be able to watch Harry returning to the docks, Ron in hand and the both of them sputtering as they swam out the Lake. Fleur at least let Hermione go to go check on her two best friends, bristling slightly as she watched Hermione kiss Harry on the head in relief for surviving the ordeal. Fleur stepped forward and held out a hand to Harry, who looked at her curiously.
“You arrived before me, but you still attempted to save Hermione even though she wasn’t yours to be saved. Thank you.”
Harry blushed but reached out and shook her hand. “Any time.”
Fleur them promptly kissed him on the cheeks twice, smiling at the boy immediately blushed red and the rest of the Veela cooing at the sight of him and immediately pulling at his cheeks which made him turn even redder.
The rest of the day, Fleur did not let the brunette out of her sight. She ended up sending the night in the Beauxbatons carriage because her girlfriend could not bear being separated from her, especially since she was exposed to danger in the Lake. Hermione sighed but laid down on the blonde’s bed and allowed herself to be peppered with kisses as the blonde held her closely.
“I’m so glad you’re okay.” The blonde whispered in Hermione’s ear, nuzzling her nose into her hair as she breathed in her scent. Hermione smiled and snuggled closer, her hand stroking Fleur’s back as the blonde began to hum contently.
“I’m okay Fleur. You saved me. I’m okay.”
And Fleur lifted her head and connected her lips with Hermione’s, kissing her sweetly and tenderly like Hermione was made of glass. It was loving and sweet and Hermione welcomed the love as she hugged the blonde closer to her, giving herself to the blonde as Fleur began to deepen the kiss and pull her closer into her.
The Yule Dance was wonderful. It is by far the memory she used when she eventually learned the Patronus spell. Fleur wore a beautiful blue dress with an open back and fitting form which emphasised on the blonde’s figure. For someone so put together and poised, Hermione giggled as she watched the blonde’s jaw drop when Hermione came walking down the stair dress in her dress. She scanned Hermione up and down as she walked to her and she was completely in awe as she locked eyes with her.
“Ma belle…you are beautiful.”
Hermione blushed but accepted the quick but intense kiss which Fleur gave her and then allowed herself to be guided through a glorious night as Fleur’s date, dancing, laughing and of course, snogging in the courtyard with the blonde pressing her gently against the pillar hidden behind the bushes of the Hogwarts garden. Hermione had to bite back a moan as Fleur’s lips skimmed down her neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin as she pressed herself closer to the brunette.
“The things you do to me Hermione.” Fleur purred, bringing her head up just to press her lips against Hermione’s again, her nails slightly digging into Hermione’s hips as she held her but Hermione not mind one bit as she trailed her fingers down Fleur’s spine and smiling inwardly as she felt the blonde shiver.
And then finally after Harry return with Cedric’s body and the announcement that Voldemort was back, Hermione just felt the ground pulled from under her feet. Fleur hugged her tightly, forcing her to cry in her shoulder and preventing her from seeing Cedric’s body any more than needed. She pressed her head against Hermione’s and trembled slightly as she held the back of Hermione’s head with her hand.
“Breathe Ma Bella, breathe.”
Hermione doesn’t know how long she remained in Fleur’s arm and she does not care. All she was thinking about was Cedric’s death and Harry and the fact that the nightmare for everyone is coming true. Voldemort was back. The beginning of the end has started.
Saying goodbye is the hardest thing to do. After Cedric’s memorial, Hermione as much time as she could with Fleur before it came to her needing to return to France. She had to hold back tears as Fleur held her in arms, preserving the time she had left as all the other foreign students were saying goodbye.
“Just three years and we will be together Mon Amour. Three years.” Fleur whispered against Hermione’s skin before she pressed a kiss to her forehead. Hermione nodded before kissing Fleur tenderly on the neck.
“You’ll write me won’t you.”
“Obviously Ma Belle, and I will visit. I refuse to not see you. You’re mine. It is only right to see you.”
Hermione giggled at Fleur’s miffed tone and hugged her tightly as she heard the call from their headmistress.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“And I’m going to miss you. So so very much Mon amour.”
The two of them pulled back and Fleur cupped Hermione’s face before pulling her into a kiss, Hermione tightened her arms around Fleur’s waist as they kissed one last time. Hermione felt tears on her cheeks, and she does not know if they were hers or Fleur, but it did not matter. They both were going to miss each other terribly and their tattoos shined slightly at the intense emotions the two were experiencing. Fleur pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead again.
“Je’ t’aime.”
“I love you too.” Hermione whispered, leaning forward, and kissing her once again before the two finally pulled away, eyes never leaving each other and their hands glided along each other’s arms, fingertips trailing over each other’s respective tattoos before finally their fingertips hooking each other.
“I will see you soon Mon Amour.”
“Of course, Fleur. Travel safe.”
“Always.”
And then they were separated completely, Fleur walking towards the carriage while Hermione stood there crying with Ron and Harry joining her and wrapping her arms comfortingly around her as they watched Fleur turn back to wave at her one last time with tears in her eyes before finally entering the carriage. They all watched the carriage fly off into the sky again together before finally heading back to their dorms to pack for the Hogwarts Express.
Times turned dark as the years went on. Voldemort was getting stronger and the golden trio could only do so much to prepare. The death of Dumbledore was tragic and the very essence of evil being in rooted in those who they called friends was horrifying. Voldemort was back and people began to panic because of it.
Fleur was desperate for Hermione to come to France, her and her parents so that they will be safe. Hermione has visited so many times during the past three years and she knew that she would be safe in France, especially with the entire clan willing to protect her and her family. But Hermione knew what she had to do to help Harry. She had to join his journey in finding or the Horcruxes. Even though Fleur was very much against it, she refused to give in to the blonde’s demands. She had to do it. For the sake of everyone, she needed to help her best friend.
Letters were very hard to send as they hid away from snatchers and Death eaters. For all Fleur knew, Hermione could be dead. But she had to trust in Hermione’s abilities. She was the brightest witch of her age after all. So, she had to trust that she will be okay. That she will take care of herself and her friends.
They finally met again at the final battle, Fleur arriving back to Hogwarts to help in the final battle. So many emotions overwhelmed the both of them as they all but leapt into each other’s arms in the Great Hall. Fleur pressed her lips desperately against Hermione’s and she wrapped her arms tightly around her waist as she kissed her.
“Ma Belle….my Hermione…”
Fleur almost couldn’t get the words out as Hermione just pressed her lips back against hers again, needing to taste Fleur as she missed the blonde so much during the intense months of no contact and limited resources.
“Fleur….”
She sounded so weak, so desperate. She missed the blonde so much and Fleur missed her just as much with how she clinged to her, not letting her go for even a moment.
“Never leave me again like that. Never again.” Fleur whispered, her voice almost breaking with how much emotion she had in this moment. Tears pricked at Hermione’s eyes and she hugged Fleur even tighter and she nuzzled her nose in the blonde’s neck.
“Never. I missed you so much.”
The two held each other for so long and they stayed together until they finally walked out of the castle grounds to see Voldemort and his followers marching towards the school with Hagrid carrying Harry’s body. Hermione nearly collapsed at seeing her best friend and Fleur barely managed to keep her up as she too was affected by the supposed death of the black-haired boy. But then all had changed when Harry suddenly leapt out of Hagrid’s arms, alive and aware as he shot a spell towards Voldemort, initiating the battle between good and bad.
Fleur and Hermione held hands as they casted spells towards death Eaters, Fleur pulling Hermione out the way when she saw oncoming spells and Hermione doing the same. The two refused to be separated again, not after being apart for so long.
Hermione scrunched her nose as Rodolphus Lestrange stepped towards her, his dark eyes gleaming and his mouth scrunched in a sneer as he looked at her.
“I would have thought that Bella would have dealt with you at the Manor. Such filth actually managing to escape. Disgusting.”
The reminder of Bellatrix’s token of hatred towards her on her other arm burned her arm but she refused to let this man continue with his taunts. She raised her arms and glared intensely at him.
“I may be a muggleborn, but I am certainly not filth. The only dirt I see is the thing in front of me.”
Rodolphus snarled and immediately casted at her, but Fleur immediately intervened and began to block his attacks while Hermione casted spells towards him herself. It was a two versus one situation and Fleur was ruthless as she casted spells towards the Death Eater as well.
“You will never look at my mate in such a way again!”
She delivered a nasty spell to his leg and Rodolphus screamed as he dropped to his knee to only look up to see Hermione casting the final spell.
“Begone Rodolphus.” Hermione said before casting the final spell ended the life of the Death Eater. Fleur paused only for a moment to cup Hermione’s cheek, looking for any sign of injury and Hermione simply shook her head and kissed Fleur’s palm before turning away to face the next opponent with Fleur soon following.
The two of them witnessed as Voldemort final fell and they cheered along with everyone else as Harry emerged victorious and the death Eater either surrounded or apparated away once they realised that their Dark Lord was defeated. Hermione was scooped up into a celebratory kiss as Fleur hugged her closely, smiling widely into the kiss as they embraced. She pulled back and looked at Hermione’s gleaming eyes.
“We did it!” Hermione cheered, sheer joy and victory filling her as Fleur mirrored her expression. Fleur nodded and cupped her cheeks before kissing her again.
“We did Hermione. We did.”
“Mommy, what does this mark on my arm mean?”
Hermione turned her attention away from her book to look at the blue eyes of her daughter which was looking at her curiously, the light brown hair which she inherited from her slightly ruffled from the playing around she had been doing. Hermione smiled before closing her book and placing it beside her and then offering up her lap for her daughter to sit in. She hugged her closely as she brought up her own forearm with her tattoo, tracing over it as she gazed at her forearm.
“It means that there is someone out there for you ready to love you just as much as I do?”
“Is it Maman?” Her daughter asked innocently, and Hermione giggled before pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“While Maman does love you very dearly, no it is not her. This is the name of that person who will love you so much that they will do anything for you to make you happy. Your special person who want to make you happy and love you with everything they have.”
“Ooh really?” She looked at Hermione with wide eyes and Hermione nodded before lifting her arm to show her tattoo.
“Yes. Your maman is my special person and she makes me so happy than I couldn’t be any happier.”
“I want my special person!” Her daughter cheered excitedly, and Hermione laughed as she bounced on her lap and she hugged her closely before kissing her head.
“And you will find them my love. All in due time.”
“And just how are my favourite girls?” Another voice entered the room and Hermione immediately smiled at the sound of it as she looked up to see the very person whose name was tattooed on her forearm.
“Maman! I’m going to find my special person and make them happy!” Her daughter immediately got off Hermione’s lap and hurried towards Fleur who swept the girl up in her arms immediately and holding her against her hip. Fleur raised an eyebrow.
“Oh really? When are you going to find them?”
“Now! Right now!”
She immediately began to wiggle in Fleur’s arms and Fleur laughed before placing her back down on the ground and watching as their daughter darted out the reading room and her footsteps echoing down the corridor of the Delacour manor as she began singing about how she was going to find her special person. Hermione grinned as Fleur walked over to her and accepted the kiss which was pressed to her lips.
“Don’t you think that she is being a little too enthusiastic with finding her soulmate now?”
Hermione shrugged, giggling as Fleur sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around, Hermione immediately resting her head on her shoulder.
“I don’t think so. You are never too young to find your soulmate.”
Fleur giggled before pressing a kiss to her head, nuzzling her hairline and she breathed in her natural scent.
“I suppose not.