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Fleur and Luna walked into their cottage to find Hermione bawling. They ran over and hugged her tightly.
“What’s wrong, my lion?” Luna pushed back her hair as Fleur rubbed Hermione’s back.
Hermione swallowed hard. “I was cleaning my desk in here and ran into this old letter from my parents.”
“Mon amour.” Fleur murmured. “What did it say?”
“They were blasting me because I didn’t come home for the Easter holidays even though it was my OWL year.” Hermione buried herself in her love’s arms.
“Ah, you were raised muggle, correct?” Fleur asked. Hermione nodded in her arms. “Did they think you were forgetting your nonmagic traditions?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what they said.” Hermione looked up at them. “I didn’t forget them, and I’ll always remember them. I’m hoping to teach them to our kids when we have them.”
“Shh...Hermione,” Luna comforted her, “We’ll make sure that our children know all the traditions, magical or non.”
“Really?” Hermione started to settle down.
“Oui. Mon amour.” Flear wiped away her tears. “Let’s change into our comfies and relax tonight.”
“That sounds nice. Thank you.” Hermione gave them both kisses.
Fleur and Luna glanced at each other, lifted Hermione, and carried her into the bedroom to show how much she’s treasured.