"Mrs. Potter?" Fleur's voice came from the doorway. She now had a silk housecoat on over her gown.
"Yes, they are married love," Bill said to his fiancée. "Seems our two lovebirds had a magical bonding. Beat us to it."
"Zat's wonderful," Fleur said then looked questioningly at the Potters. "Isn't eet?"
"Very much so," Hermione replied as she took Harry's hand in hers. "Though we're still working through boyfriend and girlfriend now, I know that this man is and will be a great husband."
"Oh...Gabrielle ees definitely going to be 'eartbroken."
"Tell her that we still plan on having a real wedding someday, and if she'd like, she can be one of my bridesmaids."
"C'est vrai? I mean is zat true? Oh she'd love it. My little sister loves ze attention."
"Maybe you too?" Hermione suggested. "I don't have many real female friends. Last year, I'd have thought Ginny would have been beside me if the day ever came but..." She shrugged.
"If you still want me when you 'ave ze wedding, of course I would be 'onored, but I am sure you 'ave a Maid of 'Onor in mind already?"
"Thanks, yes...though it might be a very strange wedding if Luna is my Maid of Honor," Hermione replied with a smile. "But it's not going to happen too soon. You'll still get your wedding in before ours."
When everyone had left the room, Harry closed the door and looked at Hermione. "Well it's over. Our marriage is now out and Ginny is no longer a threat."
"How long before Dumbledore is here to tell us what we should do?" Hermione replied.
"An hour, maybe less," Harry said. "But you know what we have to do don't you?"
"What?"
"We have to tell your parents."
Hermione sighed her acknowledgement. "Yes we should. Mum wanted us to come have breakfast anyway."
"Let me tell Sirius so he can let us know when Dumbledore shows up. Then we'll get dressed and head over," He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. Even without perfume she smelled good. "I love you Mrs. Potter," He whispered.
"I love you too," Hermione replied.
Hermione left first. She'd get showered at her home and Harry would join her as soon as he was ready. It was thirty minutes later that they were all sitting down to a house-elf made breakfast in the Granger's dining room. Dobby and Winky had places for themselves as well.
"Well did you sleep well last night," Jean asked Hermione with a hint of a smile.
"Very well thank you," she replied. "I was very exhausted and fell right to sleep."
"I'm sure you did."
They started discussing the previous day; taking about what they'd had fun doing and such. Finally Harry broached the subject that they needed to talk about.
"Sir, Ma'am," Harry started cautiously. "There is something we need to tell you and we're not sure how you'll take it."
Richard's eyebrows rose immediately. He could only think of one thing that a boyfriend of his daughter could want to talk about that would start with that sentence, but he forced himself to remain calm and not to jump to any conclusions. In an attempt to portray being calm, he picked up his teacup and took a sip. "And what might that be?" He asked finally as he sat the cup back down.
"Hermione and I...well you know things work a little differently in the magical world right?"
Richard allowed himself to relax. If it was about the magical world, then it wasn't that Hermione was pregnant. "Anything else, I can handle," He thought.
"Yes, of course," Jean replied as she eyed her daughter trying to get an idea of what was so important.
"Well Hermione and I... the way we fell in love..." Harry looked at his wife. "Miranda?"
"I think so, we don't have to mention the future part, just that we met her."
Harry nodded and continued, "We...we have a magical love. Something that is very rare even in the magical world."
"What do you mean, magical love?" Richard asked.
"Mum, you know all the books about mythology and gods?" Hermione asked.
"Yes?" Jean responded. She was now very confused. The conversation didn't seem to be connected at all.
"Well, what if I were to tell you that there are actually gods and goddesses and...and we met one, a real goddess I mean?" Hermione asked. The looks of incredulity told her their answer. "I'm not sure how to proceed unless you believe that part, but I'll try. We met the Goddess of Love, the real Goddess of Love and found out that...that Harry and I were fated to be together."
"Dear," Jean said. "You were just telling me the other night that people in the magical world can control others, are sure this isn't something like that?"
"No, but I...I don't know how to convince you of what I'm saying, but it's real," Hermione said.
"Well keep going and we'll try to follow along," Jean said. "So your love was fated? What exactly does that mean?"
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