Promises of Forever
As Hermione heard the instruments play, a soft, melodious tune filled the air, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. The gentle sounds of the orchestra began to weave a spell of elegance and charm throughout the room. With a graceful smile, Hermione turned to Fleur and asked, "Would you like to dance?" Fleur's eyes sparkled in response, and with a nod of agreement
The gentle notes of the love song hung in the air, casting an enchanting spell over the ballroom as Hermione and Fleur swayed together in perfect harmony. Hermione's usually stoic expression softened as her hands settled gently at Fleur’s waist, guiding her with a quiet, reverent grace. Fleur gazed up at her, cheeks flushed, her own heart dancing in time with the music and the rhythm of Hermione’s steps. The world around them fell away, leaving only the two of them in a space of unspoken promises.
As the final notes of the song faded, Hermione surprised everyone by releasing Fleur's hand and sinking gracefully to one knee. A hush fell over the room as she looked up at Fleur, her eyes filled with a depth of devotion that needed no words to be understood. In her hand, she held a small velvet box, opening it slowly to reveal a ring set with a breathtaking dark blue diamond. The gemstone sparkled like the night sky, deep and mysterious, its beauty echoing the eternal nature of Hermione’s feelings.
Hermione’s voice, steady and uncharacteristically tender, filled the quiet room. “Fleur Delacour,” she began, her tone carrying the weight of a thousand promises, “this is not about duty, or tradition, or the expectations of our titles. This… this is because I want you. Not just as my wife, but as my heart, my soul, my forever. I want to be the person who stands beside you, protects you, cherishes you. You are the one I will always walk back to, and if I cannot walk, I will crawl back to you. And if I cannot crawl, I will drag myself, until my last breath, my last heartbeat. I will go back to you.”
Fleur’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with emotion, unshed tears sparkling like jewels. But Hermione wasn’t finished.
“I swear, I will love you in this life, in the next, and in every lifetime the universe will grant us,” Hermione continued, her voice filled with an intensity that could have ignited stars. “And if there comes a life where fate does not grace me with you by my side, then I will love you from afar, through time and space, waiting until I can find you again.”
She lifted the red rose she’d been holding, pressing it gently into Fleur’s trembling hands. “Not even death will keep me from loving you. Till death grows weary and gives up on us, and even then… I will not let it take you away.”
A single tear slipped down Fleur’s cheek, her entire being vibrating with awe and the overwhelming weight of Hermione’s words. She knew, without a doubt, that every word Hermione spoke came from a place deeper than mere love—a place of pure, boundless devotion.
With shaking hands, Fleur sank to her knees in front of Hermione, throwing her arms around her in a tight embrace. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “Yes, Hermione Granger, I will marry you. In this life, the next, and forevermore.”
The ballroom erupted into applause, but neither Hermione nor Fleur noticed. In that moment, there was only the two of them, lost in a timeless embrace that spoke of eternity and the endlessness of true love. Their hearts, bound together in that sacred moment, had woven a promise that would span across time, a promise that no force in the universe could break.
As Hermione and Fleur shared a gentle, heartfelt kiss, the room seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the tender scene. Their families stood nearby, watching with smiles and glistening eyes, each moved by the genuine love on display. The mothers, Apolline and Monica, exchanged a look, their pride unmistakable.
Apolline leaned slightly toward Monica, her voice soft with affection. "Our daughters," she murmured, a proud smile playing on her lips. "It’s rare to see such devotion. I knew Hermione was protective, but I didn’t realize the depth of her love until now."
Monica nodded, her own eyes misty. "She was always strong-willed, but I’ve never seen her like this… so open, so vulnerable. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? To see her heart so completely given."
Gabrielle, Fleur’s younger sister, let out a dreamy sigh as she watched. "They’re like a fairytale. I didn’t think anyone could ever be good enough for Fleur… but Hermione truly is," she whispered, awe in her voice.
Jean, Fleur’s father, chuckled, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “Hermione might be an Empress, but she’s so clearly enchanted by our Fleur. I have to admit, it’s a relief to know she’ll always be by her side, looking out for her.”
Nearby, Hermione’s father nodded, his usually stern face softened with pride. "And Fleur’s good for her. She’s brought out a warmth in Hermione I thought was long buried under all her responsibilities. I think Fleur has been the best gift our family could ever ask for."
Their mothers looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them—a shared joy that their daughters had found something so rare, so true. They turned back to watch as Hermione and Fleur parted from their kiss, the love in their eyes undeniable.
“Here’s to many more moments like this,” Apolline murmured, lifting her glass slightly. The family followed suit, silently toasting the beautiful future awaiting the couple, bound together by love, loyalty, and the promise of forever.
A soft, contented silence filled the air, as the celebration continued around them. Fleur leaned her head against Hermione’s shoulder, her eyes closed in peaceful contentment. “I never imagined this day would come,” she whispered, her voice tinged with emotion. “I never thought I would find someone who truly understands me, someone who makes me feel like I am enough.”
Hermione kissed her forehead gently, her arms tightening around her. “You’re more than enough, Fleur. You’ve always been enough. I’m the lucky one.”
Their families exchanged another look, a quiet confirmation of what was so evident to all who were present—the love that radiated between Hermione and Fleur was not just a bond, but a deep, unwavering commitment that would only grow stronger with time. The future, it seemed, held endless possibilities for them, a journey they would walk side by side, hand in hand, through every joy and challenge life had to offer.