A/N: Hello! Its been a long time coming, but here is the final chapter in this story! Hoping to have some more time to write other Fleurmione fics in the future :) Thanks to everyone who has reviewed or followed this story, its been fun writing it.

Fleur struggled to catch her breath as she lay on her back, searing pain thankfully beginning to subside. It felt like simultaneously all of her bones were breaking, every inch of her skin was being burnt, every part of her body had an internal searing ache. She coughed and rolled over onto her stomach, noting that blood was dropping on the ground beneath her. She hurt so much all over it was hard to tell whether it was coming from her mouth, her nose, or somewhere else.

Gasping, Fleur pushed herself up painfully onto her elbows, then to her knees, and then began to stand up shakily.

"Crucio," Viktor repeated in the same unfeeling voice.

The white hot pain clouded Fleur's vision again and she fell to the ground with a scream. Her mind begged for the relief of unconsciousness, but she felt it all, in excruciating awareness.

As the pain began to subside again, Fleur gasped in air again, her head spinning. She gritted her teeth hard as she began to shakily get up again.

"You still fight?" Viktor asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He lowered his wand momentarily as Fleur stood up, wiping blood from her face and straightening her back proudly. Viktor's eyes shimmered with that strange silver hue and he raised his wand again with a grin.

"I vas offering you the easy vay out," Viktor said menacingly, "But I guess ve can do it the hard vay,"

Fleur braced herself, wishing that her wand had not been tossed from her hand as she lurched in pain from the cruciatus curse.

"Stupefy!"

There was a bright flash and the grin faded from Viktor's face. His eyes fell shut and he crumpled into a large heap on the ground. As he fell, he revealed the figure standing behind him, wand raised and chest heaving.

"'Ermione!" Fleur exclaimed with relief. Hermione immediately lowered her wand, leaping over Viktor's body to throw her arms around Fleur.

"Moody's not Moody," Hermione frantically hissed, drawing away from Fleur and looking around cautiously.

"What?!"

"We broke into his office… The real Moody is unconscious and tied up in his trunk… The Moody that has been tampering with the Tournament… I think he's a Death Eater, Fleur!"

"We need to get 'elp, 'Ermione… If zis is true-"

"—Then Harry is in danger," Hermione finished firmly, "Pansy is already telling Dumbledore, I just knew I had to get in here as soon as possible to make sure you and Harry were safe."

Fleur paused for a second, still in Hermione's arms, looking at the fire in the brave Gryffindor's eyes.

"Zen lets go and 'elp 'Arry, ma petit lionne," Fleur replied passionately. Hermione nodded and let go of Fleur, taking her hand before sending some bright sparks up into the sky.

"I am pretty convinced that he was under the Imperius curse," Hermione explained as they set off at a quick pace.

Fleur was about to reply when they rounded a corner and came face to face with a number of large rocks scuttling around on crab-like legs. They made hissing noises before climbing on top of each other to form a makeshift wall. Fleur looked at Hermione, baffled.

"Steinkrabbes," Hermione explained, before aiming her wand at them, "Aguamenti!"

A jet of water surged from her wand, spraying the little rock creatures who promptly hissed and scurried into the hedges of the maze.

Fleur looked at Hermione, impressed by the intelligence of her girlfriend.

"They hate water," Hermione shrugged.

The couple ran through more twisting corners and obstacles, before reaching another dead end again. Fleur sighed with frustration.

"If only Ron was here," Hermione said helplessly, "He's so much better at puzzles like this."

Fleur took Hermione's hand and kissed her quickly.

"Do not speak like zat, 'Ermione," she said softly but firmly, "We can do zis."

Hermione smiled at Fleur tightly, squeezing her hand before they set off again.

To the girls' great relief, as they sprinted around a corner, they could see the blue-ish glow of the Triwizard Cup ahead of them. Harry could not be far away.

Hermione gasped as she saw Harry and Cedric emerge from a hedge corner near the cup, slowly walking towards it with hands outstretched.

"Harry!" Hermione bellowed, but before she could throw a spell to stop the two boys from reaching the Cup, she was interrupted by a raspy voice.

"Crucio!"

Hermione fell to the ground with a scream. Fleur whirled around to see Mad Eye Moody facing them, wand raised.

Mad Eye looked worse than normal. He was pale and sweating profusely, his hands noticeably shaking.

"Stay away from 'Arry!" Fleur barked, raising her wand.

"I don't think that will be a problem," Mad Eye cackled. Fleur looked over her shoulder. To her dismay, the Cup and the boys were gone. She turned back as Mad Eye continued to cackle.

To Fleur's horror, as Mad Eye continued to cackle, his voice became more shrill and constricted. His face began to bulge alarmingly and his glass eye began to protrude out of its socket. With sickening snapping noises, 'Mad Eye' morphed into a sunken looking thin man with greasy black short hair and long features.

"What 'ave you done to 'Arry and Cedric? 'Oo are you?" Fleur demanded, moving so she was standing more in front of Hermione, to protect her. Hermione was beginning to regain her regular breathing, the curse was wearing off and Fleur did not want her to get hit again.

"Barty Crouch…" the man said with a mock bow, "…Junior." He smiled in what appeared more like a grimace, baring long yellow teeth.

Hermione let out a small whimper as she began to clamber to her feet again and Crouch saw the momentary lapse in guard of both girls, quickly disarming them. He cackled again.

"As for Potter," he laughed, "He is being taken to the Dark Lord. Diggory? Who knows… We Death Eaters like to play to the death."

At that, he smirked, beginning to make the movements of the infamous Killing Curse.

"Stupefy!"

Pansy emerged from a hedge corner, watching as Crouch collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Satisfied, she walked over to his crumpled body and gave it a hard kick in the ribs.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," Pansy said with a smirk, looking up at Fleur and Hermione.

The girls ran up and pulled Pansy into a tight hug.

"Thank Merlin you came!" Hermione gasped, as they released the Slytherin. Fleur planted a kiss on Pansy's cheek which caused her to blush a dark red.

"W-well… I could hardly trust you two to take out this scum on your own," Pansy said awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck.

The girls worked together to bind Crouch and levitate him out of the maze. No sooner had they reached the worried staff and students when there was a loud crack behind them. The girls turned and looked in horror as a bloodied and grimy Harry fell to the ground over an unmoving body.

Harry looked up with a loud sob, his jet black hair in disarray across his forehead.

"Voldemort… he's back…"

The next few days passed in a blur.

Hogwarts was decorated in grim black decorations in honour of Cedric. Harry was alarmingly withdrawn. Ron spent most of his time trying to get the black-haired boy to get out of bed or talk up in their dormitory.

Hermione, in the meantime, was spending as much of her time as possible with Fleur.

With the tragic end of the Triwizard Tournament, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were set to leave Hogwarts by the end of the week.

It didn't help that every time Hermione tried to go anywhere with Fleur, they were constantly followed by the wretched Skeeter. With Cedric dead and Harry withdrawn, Viktor and Fleur were the only targets for Skeeter's champion gossip.

"Did you see the body?" Skeeter asked, leaning towards Fleur with her acid-green quill scribbling wildly in the background.

Fleur looked angrily at Skeeter but Hermione put a hand on her girlfriend's arm to calm her.

"You know… I think I figured out how you were getting all this information when you didn't appear to be around," Hermione said coldly to Skeeter.

Rita Skeeter shot a glare at Hermione, "Unless you have an insight on Diggory's death, I don't want to hear it, sweetheart."

"Its funny how strict the Ministry are on animaguses having to register…" Hermione said casually, "Quite the hefty penalty they have for failure to comply…"

Skeeter paled and suddenly plucked her quill and parchment from the air, snapping them into a crocodile purse swiftly before turning on her heel, not saying another word.

"Want me to hex her for you?" Pansy offered, approaching the two girls. Fleur laughed.

"It seems 'Ermione 'as found alternative ways to keep 'er away from us," she beamed, kissing her girlfriend lightly on the temple. The three girls began to walk around the Hogwarts grounds, Hermione and Fleur hand in hand.

"What's new with you, anyway, Parkinson?" Hermione asked. The dark haired Slytherin smiled.

"I came out to the Slytherins today, actually," she smiled. They stopped walking and Hermione and Fleur gave Pansy a hug.

"Oh! Magnifique!" Fleur chirped, congratulating Pansy.

"I take it that it went well?" Hermione asked cautiously. Pansy nodded.

"Malfoy already seemed to know," she replied, "And while they tease me a little bit about girls now, they're actually really cool about it."

"Slytherins? Accepting?" Hermione said in mock shock. Pansy swatted her.

"Hey, you of all people know we aren't all bad now," Pansy laughed. Her smile faded a little bit as she looked at the couple seriously, "So what's going to happen with you two when Delacour goes back to France?"

Hermione and Fleur exchanged pained looks.

"We do not know," Fleur admitted, "I 'ave now finished schooling, but I do not know if I could get a job in Britain, or even if I would be able to see 'Ermione much if I did."

"So right now we're just focusing on the now." Hermione added, squeezing Fleur's hand.

On Friday, most of Hogwarts had lined up outside to farewell the exchange students. Even Harry was in attendance, although he was pale and withdrawn.

Viktor approached Harry and shook his head tightly, giving him a nod. Viktor hugged Fleur, apologizing for the hundredth time for attacking her while under the Imperius curse. Fleur waved him off, promising that it was fine and that they would still keep in touch.

Fleur moved to Harry next, embracing him tightly and kissing him on each cheek, whispering words of encouragement in his ear. He still looked shell-shocked, but the ghost of a smile crossed his face and he nodded.

Fleur turned to Pansy. "Of all ze people at zis school zat I would not expect to miss…" Fleur said with a smile. Pansy smirked back.

"Right back at ya, Delacour," she replied. Fleur hugged her and kissed her on each cheek, resulting in a predictable bright blush gracing Pansy's face.

"Look out for 'Ermione for me," Fleur said softly, and Pansy nodded.

Finally, Fleur turned to Hermione, a lump growing in her throat.

"J'taime," she murmured, pulling Hermione into a tight embrace.

"I love you too, Fleur," Hermione whispered fiercely into her ear, "I don't know what will come next for us, but I do know without a doubt that I have never been more grateful for a Potions Class pairing in my life."

Fleur smiled before kissing Hermione deeply, her tongue gliding lightly against Hermione's, in the way that she knew made the other girl's knees weak.

"We will be togezzer, 'Ermione," Fleur said with certainty, "Maybe not right away, but we will be togezzer again eventually."

With that, she turned and walked away before Hermione could see her tears. Hermione choked back a sob as she watched Fleur's long silver-blond mane flutter in the breeze as she rejoined the throng of Beauxbatons students filing into their carriage.

Despite the ache in her chest, she held on to Fleur's words and the certainty that she had spoken them with. It was true. They would be together eventually.