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Hermione had always been a perfect queen in everything she did for her kingdom, she wasn’t the type to feed on other people riches, and she took care of the most poorest corner. Of course many might say the contrary to you but she had always tried her best to not leave anyone behind, tradition and honor were something very important to her. She had always trained with those words in her mind, trained by the best to lead her kingdom into glory and to fight when Voldemort had returned, her grand-mother had participate in his first defeat and had teach her a lot on respect and humility, reminding her that those who feared never truly lived. And today Hermione would honor everything she had been taught.
Years ago, before her own birth, a prophecy had predicated the marriage of two powerful families, the Delacours and the Grangers, calling them the two new rulers of the New World, the world after Voldemort final defeat. Hermione was very nervous, she had never met the Delacours or her future wife; Fleur. She had only learned her name a few weeks ago when the date of the wedding was finally revealed by the prophecy so she had accepted her destiny and embrace her fate, maybe it was for the best after all, if it could help the peace between their countries and the peace in the magical world in general then Hermione would do everything to ensure it.
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Hermione was more than nervous right now. Dressed in a military suit designed for her wedding and made by her grand-mother, which made Hermione really happy about that. Her grand-mother had done it for her years ago when she had learned her prophecy, telling her that on this day she would forever remember her and she was right. The suit was perfect, white shoes with golden laces, perfect tailored white pants, a sophisticated white shirt, and the best was the vest. It was white with golden buttons linked by string of gold, shoulder pads made with gold bonds draping over her shoulders and a white collar with black edges. Hermione had attached every medal she had on her left breast, and put her sword on her hip for the occasion, she wasn’t a knight mage for nothing her magic was as powerful than her fighting skills.
She turned her head toward the side of the aisle of her future in-laws, it was full, filled with many people and she knew why, for the Veelas, family was their first priority, their motto based on that: Strength and Family, Honor and Honesty. She could see one of Fleur’s mother, Angélique glaring a bit at her which made her even more nervous, she didn’t wanted her future mother in law to hate her and next to her was Fleur’s little sister: Gabrielle. The little blonde seemed to be exited and a bit impatient but after all it was understandable since she was much more younger than her future wife.
On Hermione's side she could see many of her fellow friends smiling and waving at her with happiness, the Weasleys, Luna, Neville and of course Harry. They were soldiers present too, here to honor their queen who was once a fellow war companion, they had all went trough the same hell to defeat Voldemort. She also could see some old acquaintances such as professors. Hermione sighed, her parents would have been proud to be here, her mother had died when she came into the world and her father pained by his love’s death had plunged himself in the war and had died there, leaving Hermione to be alone forever in the castle. Or almost. Hermione turned toward the altar and looked at Minerva with tenderness, the woman was like a mother for her and of course she couldn’t forgot Minerva’s daughter who was like a sister and today was her butler/assistant; Lucile McGonagall. They had grew up together and learned together but it hadn’t replaced the lack of warmth she felt everyday. Minerva had tried her best to be present in her life but it could never be enough, she had been raised by the servants of her castle that could only see the little girl become more close and cold with every passing year. Hermione had only knew her grand-mother for three year before she passed and even her memories were a bit blurry but she knew that she was a lot alike her, by her looks and intelligence.
Suddenly Hermione turned her head toward the entrance when the music started, she saw two silhouette at the entrance, definitively her future wife and her mother; Apolline was smiling at her which made her relax a lot, when her eyes found her future wife her jaw widen a bit. She had heard the rumors of her beauty but it was nothing compared to the actual truth. Her longs silvery blond hair were tied into a beautiful braid starting from the top of her head, golden feathers tangled in it. Pale blue eyes were covered with light make up, and supple and thin lips covered in red lipstick to accentuate them. She was dressed in a white crop top that stopped mid waist without sleeve, on her left biceps there was an interesting bracelet that wrap around her arm twice and ended in the shape of a flower of lys. The crest of her family was on top of her left breast near her heart. Her legs were covered in a long skirt that opened at each side from the start of her hips, blue ribbon were tied around her thighs and to finish her outfit her feet were wrapped in leathers open sandals that wrapped around her ankles and more. The brunette relaxed herself and focused on the way the blonde was standing and not in her beauty, after all, for being a queen more was require than simple beauty.
They finally arrived at her side and Apolline smiled at her while giving her Fleur’s hand.
"She would be so proud of you." Hermione knew that Apolline’s mother had fought in the war with Altia, her grand mother, they had forged a bond over there, the proof that the Delacours and Grangers were meant to be allies. The two had been close friends and had vanquished Voldemort together the first time. The world was grateful to them for that. She smiled a sad smile at her mother in law before turning toward Fleur that was now in front of her at he altar who seemed really nervous, Hermione tried her best not too look to nervous.
"Everything is going to be alright, I promise." She whispered so only the blonde could hear her which gained her a smile from the blonde, who seemed to calm a bit.
Everyone sat down when Minerva lifted her hand to begin the ceremony.
"We are here reunited not only to celebrate the union of two souls but to also celebrate the union of two powerful kingdoms, allied since the dawn of time. For centuries, Delacours and Grangers had fought side by side to defeat the evilness of this world and to protect their people. By this union we celebrate the exploits of our families, the sacrifices of our ancestors and the future of our children. We are creating a new legacy, a new branch in history and we pray that the sun will always shine upon us." She made a paused and looked toward Hermione. "Dear Hermione and Fleur, today on the lands of those who had fought for peace for us you are going to marry each other and cherish each other till the end of your days. You are going to go trough tempests and survive them while rising anew, each moments together, united, you’re going to honor every traditions and more importantly you’re going to love each other in difficult moments. The world will remember your union as one of the greatest and purest of history. You are the example of our people and together you will become the greatest leaders the world had ever known. Now the vows if you may."
Hermione calmed herself for a few seconds before beginning her speech. "Fleur Isabelle, today we meet for the first time finally and we’re marrying each other in front of our people and families. I shall promise upon the sun to support you and carry you through everything that life had to offer, to show you respect everyday. I promise to never let anger or malice guide my words, to never leave you alone in your time of need and to stay by your side with each passing days. Today may be the first day of our life but it won’t be the last one, I will do anything to make you happy and honor our wedding’s vows until my last breath." Hermione finished with a little smile, she hoped that her future wife was as ready as her to give them a chance. Fleur inhaled and began speaking.
"Hermione Jean, as you said it might be our fist day together but it won’t be less bright and joyful than the others, surrounded by our friends and families. I wanted to tell you that on this day I make the promise to be a loving and faithful wife, to be with you in each battle you’ll lead, may it be physical or mental, to respect our traditions and honor our customs, to take care of you when storms shall fall upon us. With each passing day, I will keep smiling at you and loving you. Today not only our hands entwined but also our hearts and people, I will do everything in my power so it may stay this way, forever."
When Fleur finished, Hermione smiled a real smile at her, the blonde wasn’t only a beautiful face she had also a passionate soul, her intentions were clear and honest. Then Minerva spoke once again.
"Hermione, do you wish to take as your spouse, here and now, Fleur Isabelle Delacour. To love her and cherish her in wealth and poverty, in joy and in sadness, till death do you apart?"
"Yes, I do." Hermione took the ring that was on the altar, the one she had made herself with her magic. The band was golden and a beautiful obsidian stone stood on his center in the shape of a diamond, wrapped in powerful magic. The obsidian was the stone of her family for generations, it was a custom in their family. She slid it on Fleur’s finger gently, kissing it.
"Fleur, do you wish to take as your spouse, here and now, Hermione Jean Granger. To love her and cherish her in wealth and poverty, in joy and in sadness, till death do you apart?"
"Yes, I do."
Fleur turned toward the altar and took a bracelet that looked like hers but with more sapphires on it and it finished in the shape of swords at the end, the blade made of sapphire too. She wrapped it around Hermione’s biceps and when she heard a click, Hermione felt the warmth of magic wrap around her, probably Fleur’s. Noble and warm.
"I now, declare you united by the laws of marriage, you can kiss the bride."
Hermione gulped, suddenly nervous, the idea of touching someone was still complicated to her, but today was different, she was married and it was her wife. She took her hands gently and leaned toward her to deliver a soft and gentle kiss on her lips that lasted only a few seconds.
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Hermione left the bathroom, Fleur was sat nervously on their bed, dressed in a revealing attire that made her blush heavily. She smiled at her and joined her on the bed, they were going to share a bed for the rest of their lives after all it was normal to be nervous.
"Strangely it seems that my brain had forget that there was going to have only one bed." Fleur laughed nervously.
Hermione gently touched her arm with the back of her hand.
"Fleur, I want you to know, that tonight, nothing will happen, okay. No pressure, only us. No one needs to know what happen in our intimacy, in our chamber. More importantly I want our fist time together to be because we wanted it, not because it’s our duty to." Fleur smiled at her with relief, after all she had been terrified to be taken to bed without her consent, she was glad that her new wife was respectful of her. "Let’s make each other a promise, we won’t do anything unless we both want it, may it be for intimates things or anything else." Hermione showed her her pinky. She was trying to put herself out of her zone of comfort for the blonde, she wanted to give them a chance to love each others.
And Fleur gladly wrapped her own around Hermione’s, she wanted to give a chance to their marriage and future.