Title: Oh My!
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 17. Now
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's time... NOW!

( Oh My! )

Title: Promises
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 40. Promise
Rating: G
Summary: Viktor promises to be a good dad.
Author’s Note: Fourth part of “Better Than Veasley”

( Promises )

Title: The Red One
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 06. Picture
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Viktor goes shopping
Author’s Note: For Emily (aka sigkapgirl)

( The Red One )

Title: Family
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 46. Tears
Rating: R
Summary: All Viktor wants is his family
Author's Note: part in the “Better Than Veasley” series. This is not my typical Viktor… just keep that in mind please, ‘cause this is not happy, fluffy bunny stuff.

( Family )

Title: Traitor
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 14. Honor
Rating: G
Summary: Crookshanks is a cat without honor.

( Traitor )

Seriously!

I have my 100 Quills claim I really need to finish before I start back to school. Does someone care to come drop kick my muse to get it back in working order?

Title: Moving
Rating: PG (for hinting)
Prompt: 025. Too Much
Summary: Everyone hates unpacking
Author's Note: So it's been awhile since I've wrote anything and I'm sorry that this is the best my non-creative mind could come up with at the time. Just a short drabble by the way.

( Moving )

 

Title: Better than Veasley

Rating: R (mild)

Summary: Sometimes, what we want and what we get are two totally different things.

Author's Note: For http://carinthea.livejournal.com

1. This story isn't normally what I write. This is a bit more angst and drama than my normal fluffy bunny stuff

2. This ISN'T a Christmas story

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Hermione looked around at her crowded living room, friends scattered about the place. Harry seemed content to talk Remus' ear off, while Ginny was busy laughing at some horrible joke Charlie was telling. From her seat on the couch, Hermione gave a sigh and noticed Ron glancing at her, winking when he knew she was looking at him.

It was a future Hermione had never imagined for herself, married to not just any Weasley, but Ron, and not only married, but pregnant too. Hermione's heart warmed when Viktor gave her a small smile from his position on the wall, talking to Fred and George.

“Here,” Harry handed Hermione a glass of champagne as she stood up.

“Actually,” Hermione replied quickly, “I'm going to go lay down,” Hermione smiled at Harry, “to get some of my energy back for the rest of the night.”

“Alright, I'll wake you up at,” Harry looked at his wristwatch, “11:00,” he kissed Hermione on top of her head.

Hermione trotted softly up the stairs, down the hall way, and around the corner to her shared bedroom with Ron. She yawned and stretched out on the bed.

“Vhere is restroom,” Viktor ask Ron, who's speech was already slurred at eight o'clock.

Ron pointed up the stair case, “very last door on the right.”

 

“Thank you,” Viktor replied.

Hermione had barely gotten comfortable when she heard the door open and close softly, “Ron, I don't feel good,” she said, not even bothering to turn over to face the door.

“Am not Veasley,” Viktor's voice shook Hermione.

“Viktor!”

“How far along are you,” Viktor questioned, sitting on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on Hermione's swelled stomach.

“A few months,” she replied meekly, knowing what direction Viktor was heading in.

“Is it boy or girl,” his voice cracked.

“It's too soon to tell,” Hermione answered, sitting up.

“Stupid Potter,” Viktor brushed her cheek, “should not offer you alcohol.”

“Viktor, Harry is half sloshed. He didn't mean anything by it,” Hermione's hand laid on top of Viktor's.

“Could hurt baby,” Viktor looked down at their adjoining hands, “could hurt you.”

Viktor always offered a type of kindness and gentleness that Ron had been able to give her in a little over a year of marriage. Perhaps that's why the affair between Viktor and Hermione had started, out of a need neither was having fulfilled.

Hermione placed her small delicate hand next to Viktor's unshaved cheek. She wished Ron would let his face get some stubble. The chocolate brown of Viktor's eyes caused Hermione to blush a furious shade of red. Timidly, she leaned in, placing her lips gently against Viktor's.

“Do not do anything you vill regret,” Viktor warned her.

She acknowledged the weight of his words and resumed her chaste kiss. His hands left her stomach and ventured up to support her head as he laid her gently against the fluffy down pillows.

“Does Veasley loff you like I do,” Viktor ask between kisses as he unbuttoned Hermione's blue shirt, pushing the material aside to expose her breasts and stomach. Viktor slide her bra straps down as he kissed and nibbled at her shoulders.

“Does Veasley make you feel like I do,” Viktor questioned as he reach unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor.

“Viktor,” Hermione answered, “this isn't about Ron.”

“Is about you,” Viktor kissed her stomach, “is about baby,” he continued, slipping his hands up Hermione's khaki skirt, “is about our family.”

Viktor kissed Hermione deeply, his hands rubbing her tender breast, almost massaging them. “Vhat do I haff to do,” Viktor questioned as a tear fell from his eye, “vhat do I haff to do to haff my family?”

Tears began to fall from Hermione's eyes, “Viktor, I don't know that this baby is yours,” she answered, pulling together her shirt to cover her exposed breast.

“Not care if baby not mine. I vill be better father than Veasley,” he pleaded, “I vill do anything to prove it to you,” Viktor begged.

“Viktor, I can't leave Ron.”

“Vhy not,” he began to grow angry.

“Because I'm his wife,” her voice started to shake.

“But you should be my vife. You should be in my bedroom. I should haff your heart, not Veasley,” Viktor left the room, leaving the door wide open.

 

As Hermione got up to close the door, she couldn't help but wish the child in her stomach had coal, jet black hair, a fondness for quidditch, and a slightly hooked nose.

 

Title: Scared to Death
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 044. Silence
Rating: PG
Summary: Viktor has an accident and scares Hermione nearly to death.

The silence of the quidditch pitch was deafening to her ears. Hermione had just watched her fiancé fall to the ground and in an instant she had bolted from the luxury box and was racing down the stairs of the stadium to make it to her broken husband that lay bleeding on the grass below.

The mediwitches had Viktor completely surrounded, “You shouldn’t be here, Miss,” one mediwitch spoke to Hermione.

“Bloody hell I shouldn’t be,” Hermione yelled, “he’s my fiancé!” She pushed aside the mediwitch and looked down at Viktor. His breathing was shallow and Hermione fell to the ground beside him, sobbing.

“Viktor,” she cried, holding his head in her hands, “Viktor, baby, I’m here.” He groaned, lifting his hand to hold Hermione’s.

“Am okay,” Viktor attempted to comfort Hermione, “just got vind knocked out of me,” he smiled at her, sitting up, his nose bleeding profusely. “Collided vith Ivanov,” he explained.

Hermione smiled, kissed Viktor, pulled away from him and slapped him, “DAMN YOU VIKTOR DIMITROV KRUM,” she yelled in the middle of the stadium, causing the mediwitches to disperse “you had me scared to death! I hate you,” she stood up and found Ivanov standing behind her, “and you! Who taught you how to fly! Are you blind! You could have killed him!”

“Am very sorry,” Ivanov, one of the Bulgarian chasers, bowed, “vas an accident.”

Viktor had gotten to his feet and was pulling at Hermione’s hand as she yelled with fury at his teammate, “I’m going to curse you into infinity,” Hermione reasoned, pulling her wand out.

“LOFF,” Viktor intervened pulling Hermione close to his chest, “go back to box, am fine now. Just broken nose,” Viktor attempted to assure Hermione of his health, picking up his broom, “game vill be done in few minutes.”

Hermione gave Viktor an evil look, “don’t expect me to fix your broken nose,” she responded, stalking her way back up to the luxury box.

Viktor gave a soft chuckle, “I loff you too.”

Title: Prince Charming
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 042. Hero
Rating: G
Summary: You should never make a list of the reasons you love someone.

“Viktor,” Hermione, laid her head on his shoulder, “of all the girls in the entire world, why do you love me?”

“You are very special,” Viktor smiled, kissing Hermione on her head.

“But why am I special,” Hermione continued, “I’ll tell you why I love you?”

Viktor sighed, “vill haff to think about it,” Viktor wrinkled his dark brow in deep thought.

“I’ll go first while you’re thinking,” Hermione replied, lying down next to Viktor.

“Alright,” Viktor yawned, stretching out.

“Well, when I first saw you, you were all bloody from the World Cup. I remember thinking you looked rather dashing. Very rugged and manly,” Hermione snickered, “then I saw you during the entrance to the Triwizard tournament and you looked so dark and foreign, dangerous even. Then you were selected as Durmstrang champion and you were the hero. You ask me to the ball and you were my prince charming,” Hermione sighed as she reminisced, “then when you left at the end of the year I thought I would never see you again and then you were the one thing I couldn’t have no matter how hard I worked. When we met last August I knew I wasn’t going to let you go again without a fight,” Hermione laughed. “You’re everything I could possibly want, Viktor. You’re so sure of everything… that everything will work out. You’re everything I’m not. That’s why I love you,” Hermione finished. “You turn, Viktor.”

“Viktor,” Hermione called again, “Viktor,” she chuckled as her prince charming slept, snoring lightly, “you’re impossible.”

Title: Fair Enough
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 043. Natural
Rating: G
Summary: It’s one of the most natural movements to do, the only problem… it drove Hermione nuts.

“Viktor Dimitrov Krum,” Hermione fumed, “I know my stomach is huge, but that doesn’t give you the right to go around rubbing it all the time!”

“Am sorry, Loff,” Viktor chuckled, “but can’t help it,” he continued rubbing Hermione’s large, pregnant stomach, as he pushed popcorn into his mouth with his other hand.

“Gah,” Hermione accepted the fact Viktor would be rubbing her stomach for another month and a half, “could you at least quit moving my shirt around so much,” she asked.

Viktor nodded, took the hem of Hermione’s shirt and lifted it past her stomach.
He continued his rubbing. Hermione cut her eyes across at Viktor, “you’re impossible.”

“Vhat do you vant me to do,” Viktor questioned, leaving his hand on Hermione’s stomach, but stopped his rubbing, “vhat vould make you happy?”

“I just want you to quit rubbing my stomach! You’ve been rubbing my stomach for nearly eight months,” Hermione began to cry.

“Loff,” Viktor scooted closer to Hermione and pulled her into his chest, “am sorry. Vill try and stop.”

“No,” Hermione sniffled, “it’s just, I want this baby to be here already. I want us to be able to hold our baby.”

“Baby vill be here soon,” Viktor comforted, rubbing small circles on Hermione’s back, “I promise, my loff.”

“I know, Viktor.”

“I only rub stomach, because I feel closer to baby that vay,” he offered as an explanation, “vould carry baby for you if I could,” Viktor smiled.

Hermione chuckled a little, put her hand on Viktor’s stomach and started rubbing.

“Vhat are you doing,” Viktor questioned, squirming around.

“Getting even,” Hermione smiled.

Viktor laughed, “fair enough, my loff.”

Title: Men!
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 032. Naked
Summary: When you’re in love, logic and thinking goes out the window, and that can lead to some uncomfortable situations.

“Viktor, you don’t have to sleep like that if you’re uncomfortable,” Hermione offered from under the thick blankets. Viktor Krum had a rather nude preference with his sleep attire, no shirt, no pants, no boxers, no nothing.

“Vill vear vhat makes you most comfortable,” Viktor stood strong, even though Hermione could see the sweat starting to form on his brow, as he tugged at the collar of the grey t-shirt.

“Okay, but just so you know, you don’t have to,” Hermione replied. She had never given a second thought to how polar opposite she and Viktor were when she had moved to Bulgaria to live with Viktor. Who knew Viktor liked sleeping in the buff, went for 4:00 a.m. jogs, drank milk straight from the carton, and favored absolutely freezing showers all the time?

Hermione’s discovery of Viktor’s nude sleeping habit was a really a comical episode now that she reflected back on it. Viktor hadn’t gotten up for his normal 4:00 a.m. jog one morning, and Hermione never having had to share a bed with anyone, especially a jogging addicted, nude sleeping male before, had pulled the covers over her head, snuggled down on to the mattress and went to sleep. When she woke up, she was facing the rather cute back side of one, Viktor Krum. Instantly, Hermione sat up, pulling the covers off of Viktor, causing him to wake up, and yelled.

“What are you doing,” Hermione demanded, finally succeeding in fighting her way out from underneath the covers.

“Vhat,” Viktor yawned, turning over to face her.

“Put that thing away,” Hermione stammered.

Viktor chuckled to himself, pulling the covers away from a flannel pajama clad Hermione and covered himself up.

“Is better,” Viktor offered, showing Hermione his blanketed abdomen.

“Yes,” Hermione replied, “I’m sorry, I just, I’m not used to sleeping with anyone, especially not a nude man,” she stammered out after a few awkward moments.

“No, I should be sorry. Did not think about vhat vould make you comfortable, Loff,” Viktor apologized, scooting closer to Hermione.

Hermione had dealt with Viktor’s nude sleeping habit for a week, a solid week of clinging to her edge of the bed in attempts not to unintentionally touch “Viktor”. Finally, Viktor had broken down and inquired why Hermione clung to the edge of the mattress for her dear life anytime Viktor attempted to pull her closer to him. The conversation had ended with Viktor’s promise to dress for bed if Hermione would let Viktor hug her during the night.

“Viktor,” Hermione sighed, “take off your shirt.”

“Vhy,” Viktor inquired.

“You’re uncomfortable and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“But then you vill be uncomfortable,” Viktor rebutted, sitting up on his elbows.

“Please,” Hermione pleaded, “just take off your shirt.”

“I vill, if you do,” Viktor mumbled, turning over, thinking the argument had been settled.

“Fine,” Hermione agreed, her voice quivering as she unbuttoned the buttons on her flannel night shirt. She dropped the shirt on the floor next to her side of the bed. “Your turn.”

Viktor chuckled at Hermione’s determination, pulling the grey t-shirt over his head, “is this better?”

“Yes,” Hermione smiled, lying down.

“This,” Viktor pulled at Hermione’s red bra strap, “looks most uncomfortable.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Vant you to be comfortable,” Viktor replied, nibbling on her shoulders.

“I’m fine, Viktor.”

“Are you sure,” Viktor questioned, his breath teasing her ear.

“You’re not going to let this go until we’re both naked, are you?”

“Probably not,” Viktor laughed.

“Gah! Men,” Hermione threw the covers back, standing up from the bed. She pulled her pajama pants down, took off her wool socks, then with shaky hands removed her bra and underwear, leaving all her clothes in a crumbled pile. “There, now you’re turn.”

Viktor smiled, standing up from the bed and removing his clothes and then climbing into the bed with the silk sheets. “Do sheets feel good,” Viktor questioned.

“I’m cold,” Hermione mumbled, pulling Viktor closer to her, draping his large arm over her waist for his body heat, “now keep me warm.”

Viktor chuckled, pulling Hermione even closer to him, “vill not let you get cold, my Loff. I promise.”

Title: What It’s Like
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 07. Gentle
Rating: G
Summary: Viktor doesn’t know what it’s like to be pregnant

"My loff," Viktor grabbed Hermione’s hand, "don’t leave," he attempted to cater to her latest mood swing.

"Damn it, Viktor," Hermione pouted and protested, "I’m six months pregnant, I’m hungry, I’m constantly being kicked in my bladder, and I’m sleepy. I don’t want to cuddle on the couch!"

"But haff not saw you all day," it was Viktor’s turn to pout, "haff missed you and baby," Viktor placed his hand gently on his wife’s protruding stomach, smoothing a wrinkle in her shirt down.

"Fine," Hermione surrendered, sitting back on the couch with Viktor, "but quit rubbing my stomach and start rubbing my feet," she barked.

Viktor smiled and obeyed, taking Hermione’s small foot in his hand, pleasing the sore tissue, "Is helping," Viktor ask.

Hermione groaned, from behind her book.

"Vas day good," Viktor tried to generate small talk.

"Honestly, Viktor," Hermione pulled her book down, "my back hurts from carrying around this solid lead child of ours all day, my moods change without warning, I’m constantly hungry," tears started to form in her eyes, "and it’s all your fault!" Hermione closed her book and frowned as Viktor wrinkled his brows.

"Am not sorry for baby," Viktor answered, looking at Hermione.

"I’m not asking you to be," Hermione whined, "it’s just… you don’t know what it’s like to have to share your body," she pouted.

Viktor wrapped his arms around Hermione, gently brushing her hair with her fingers, "vhat can I do to make you feel better?"

Hermione sniffled, brushing aside the last few tears, "Can," Hermione began, "do you care to," she paused and then began again, "lay down with me until I fall asleep," Hermione looked up at Viktor.

Chuckling, Viktor smiled, "Of course, my loff."

Title: Knickers
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 008. Wrong
Summary: Betting with Viktor Krum is dangerous, especially when your knickers are on the line.
Notes: I changed prompts half way through this story, so um... just keep that in mind.

"Relax," Viktor calmed Hermione, "they vill loff you," he gave her a reassuring kiss.

"But I don’t know that much about Bulgarian culture," Hermione protested, "what if I do something that offends them without even knowing it? I’ve only read a few books," she continued ranting.

"Vill quit vorrying," Viktor grabbed her shoulders and looked at her, "my parents vill loff you."

Viktor was playing the part of the gentleman like fiance’ and the eager son tonight. His parents, much like Hermione’s, had never met his intended and so, being proper and all, had insisted they meet her as soon as possible.

As they prepared to leave, Hermione let out a small yelp and ran back into the kitchen.

"Vhat are you doing," Viktor called after her.

"I almost forgot the wine," she sighed, "that’s all. I’m," Hermione let out a deep breath, "ready."

Viktor laughed, taking some floo powder in his hand, "remember name?"

"Krum Castle," Hermione repeated with a smile.

"Very good. Vill see you there," with a wink, Viktor disappeared in the green flames.

"Gah," Hermione sighed, "You can do this," she gave herself a pep talk, "the capital is Sofia, it’s accustomed to bring wine to the host, and no means yes and yes means no," she recalled the meaning of head nodding. Taking a handful of floo powder, Hermione took a deep breath, closed her eyes and yelled, "Krum Castle."

Viktor was standing by, offering his hand, "see, Loff, you are fine," he placed a reassuring hand on her back, rubbing it in a circle.

"Mother and Father are in sitting room," Viktor took Hermione’s hand and lead her through the foyer, up a staircase, down a rather dark corridor, and eventually ended up opening a set of double doors to a small sitting room.

"Viktor," his mother practically yelled, "you’re here," she spoke very enunciated, making sure to pronounce the words properly. Alexandria had known Viktor’s fiance’ only spoke English and she had insisted both she and her husband learn English as not to offend the girl. Alexandria turned to Hermione, "you must be…" she paused, thinking of the way to say her name, "Her-mine-knee," she smiled, offering the young lady her hand to shake. She normally would be classified as a "hugger", but Alexandria had met a few English people in her day and knew they preferred to keep to their own distance when greeting each other. She personally thought it was a rather cold way of greeting a future relative, but she was determined not to scare her future daughter-in-law like her in-laws’ had done to her.

"It’s a pleasure," Hermione smiled and shook Alexandria’s hand. "Viktor and I picked up some wine," she offered the bottle to Alexandria, who accepted it with a smile and sat it on the inn table.

"Please sit down," Alexandria guestered to two chairs adjacent from hers, "Viktor, your father," Alexandria concentrated hard on her words, "is in his study, if you vould like to go get him."

Viktor nodded his head, turned to Hermione and smiled, "Vill be right back, my loff," he left, leaving the doors opened.

"So," Alexandria began, "Viktor tells me that you like to read," she questioned.

"Oh, yes, very much so," Hermione agreed, trying to keep her head from bobbing up and down.

"Vhat is your favorite kind of book to read," Alexandria inquired eagerly, finally having someone who shared her love of reading.

"I’m quite fond of factual books," Hermione began, "but I’ve also been known to read quite a bit of muggle litearture."

"Yes," Alexandria recalled, "Viktor mentioned you vere muggle born."

‘Oh dear,’ Hermione thought, she figured she could at least get halfway through dinner before she desecrated some sacred Krum family value or tradition.

"I am," Hermione answered.

"I think it is vonderful. Vill keep Viktor from growing lazy," Alexandria commented with a smile, attempting to relieve some of the girl’s stress. "You still do some things muggle vay?"

"Oh, Heaven’s yes," Hermione chuckled, "it helps not to take magic for granted."

"You must be," Hermione looked up at the older looking version of Viktor, "Herm-own-knee," he stopped in front of her and kissed the top of her hand, "I am Antion Dimitrov Krum," he introduced himself, bowing low.

"How do you do," Hermione replied, with a smile, Viktor taking his seat next to Hermione.

"Vhen is dinner," Viktor questioned.

"Never changes," his mother laughed, "dinner vill be in twenty-five minutes," she announced.

"Vhy don’t you show this vonderful young voman around," Antion suggested.

"Come," Viktor offered his hand to Hermione, "vill show you around house."

"See you shortly," Hermione nodded at both Mr. & Mrs. Krum and smiled.

"How do you feel so far," Viktor inquired, pulling Hermione into a side room and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong yet," Hermione wrinkled her brow, "except there was this one moment when your mother brought up the fact I’m muggle born."

Viktor gave Hermione a kiss, "Vill be fine. Bloodline does not matter to my family," he offered, though Hermione didn’t entirely believe the pure blood wizard, "this is," Viktor looked around, "spare bedroom," he arched his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

"No," Hermione answered before he could even ask, "show me the rest of this place."

"If you are good," Viktor purred, "vill show you my room," he opened the door, and lead Hermione down the rest of the dark hall, and took a sharp turn at the end, leading her into a massive room with a bookshelf covering an entire wall and a large bay window overlooking a garden.

"What is this," Hermione questioned, running her fingers over the spines of the aged Cryllic books.

"Is my father’s study. Come look out vindow vith me," Viktor pulled Hermione to the window and wrapped his hands around her waist, tracing little circles on her back.

"It’s so beautiful," Hermione smiled up at Viktor.

"Vould like house like this," he questioned.

"Maybe someday, though I’m quite comfortable with the flat right now," she smiled. Hermione didn’t need a castle, quite the contrary, she didn’t like feeling like she needed a map in her own home.

"Vill now see," Viktor grabbed Hermione and disappeared with a pop, appearing in a larger room, filled completely with books, "library."

Hermione’s mouth stood agape, "it’s so," she began, but Viktor grabbed her and apparated again, "Viktor," she protested.

"This vas my room," he announced, turning on the light to reveal a large circular room with a skylight.

"It’s nice," Hermione mused, "can I look around or do you want to apparate somewhere again," she ask a bit sarcastically.

"Can look around, need to get some stuff anyvays," Viktor went to his desk and started rummaging through the drawer.

Hermione went to a shelf and picked up the little quidditch figurines of the Bulgarian International team. She smiled to herself as the minature Krum seemed to notice who she was and blew her a kiss. Sitting the miniature Viktor down, Hermione moved on to look at some framed pictures. Looking up shyly was a picture of herself who blushed then broke out into a wide smile as Viktor hugged her. Colin Creevy took the picture and Viktor must have ask for a copy. Next, Hermione found a picture of a black dog, chewing on a plastic ball.
"You never told me you had a puppy," Hermione spoke.

"Yes," Viktor looked up from his searching, "he vas good dog. Died of old age," Viktor finished.

"What are you looking for," Hermione inquired, "maybe I can help you find it?"

"Am looking for," Viktor began but didn’t finish.

"Looking for what?"

"This," he held up a small silver key.

"What’s it go to," Hermione questioned, examining the key.

"Goes to," Viktor dropped to the floor and reach under his bed, pulling out a box, "this box."

"What’s in the box?"

"Stuff," Viktor took the key and slipped it in his pocket and carried the box under his arm, "come, vill be late for dinner."

"Viktor," Hermione objected, "are you going to tell me what’s in the box or not?"

Viktor looked at Hermione and looked like he was in deep thought for a moment, "Not."

Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes, "maybe if you are good," Viktor teased.

"Please?"

"Vill see," Viktor smiled, sitting the box down on a table and pulling Hermione to his chest.

"Pretty please can I see what’s in the box," Hermione pouted.

"Vhen ve get home, time to eat now," Viktor lead Hermione into the dining room.

"There they are," Antion smiled, "vas getting vorried you might have gotten lost."

Hermione was nervous all through dinner, making sure not to use the wrong fork or spoon, careful not to drip anything on herself or the expensive looking table cloth, and she tried her very best not to break the holiest of table etiquet rules by placing her elbows on the table. Honestly, she blamed Viktor for it. She didn’t do it until he moved in and started placing his elbows on the dining room table. Hermione had learned from example.

Soon enough, Hermione and Viktor were giving their fair well greetings and were preparing themselves to floo back home.

"Go on," Viktor instructed, "I forgot my box in parlor."

Hermione nodded and disappeared in the green flames of the floo system.

"Viktor," Alexandria spoke, "how did ve do? Ve did not scare her?"

"No, Mother," Viktor responded, "she is fine. Just tired, long day."

"Good," Antion interrupted, "I like her. I vill be expecting to see more of the both of you."

"Vill try," Viktor hugged his parents, grabbed his box and flooed home.

"We’re home now," Hermione practically tackled Viktor, "what’s in the box now?"

"Vill be upset if I tell you," Viktor smiled, playing keep away from Hermione.

"Oh, no I won’t," Hermione sighed, reaching for the box and finally getting it, "well, unless this is where you keep all of the knickers and such your fans send you," Hermione suggested with a dangerous look in her eyes.

"Your knickers are only knickers I haff," Viktor smiled, reminding Hermione that he did in fact have a pair of her green knickers that he had won on a bet he made with her in his possession.

"You had to remind me," she replied.

"Very fond of your knickers," Viktor kissed her, "very fond of your knickers not on you," Viktor teased, tugging at the waist band of her black dress pants.

"No knicker removing for you, Mr. Krum" Hermione smacked his hands, "until I know what’s in this blasted box."

"Vill make a bet vith you," Viktor purred, "if you guess vhat is in box you can haff your knickers back and I vill give you vhat is in the box," he licked her ear, "but if you are vrong, I get matching bra to go vith green knickers, and I keep vhat is in the box."

Hermione stepped back from Viktor, considering her options, "Will you give me clues as to what it is," Hermione looked up, the box positioned on her lap.

"Vill cost you," Viktor laughed, sitting down beside her.

"How much," Hermione questioned.

"Vill haff to think," Viktor scratched his chin, as if he were in deep thought, "vhat do you think it is vorth?"

"Um," Hermione pondered, then was hit with an idea, "a massage," she questioned.

"Okay. Vill give you hint if you give me foot massage," Viktor laughed at her face. He knew Hermione hated feet. She made to grab his foot, but he moved it, "or back rub. I like back rubs," Viktor mused.

"Those, happen to be my specialty," Hermione smiled, "but I want my clue first."

"Vhat do you vant to know about vhat is inside box," Viktor smiled at her, knowing there was no way she could possibly guess what was inside it.

"Um… what’s the first letter of the first word of the contents of the box."

Viktor chuckled, "W."

Hermione thought and thought and finally smiled, "I think I know what it is."

"Vhat," Viktor called from the kitchen.

"Is it," Hermione began, "how many guesses do I get?"

"Three."

"Okay," Hermione smiled, "is it… a wand," she questioned knowing Viktor got a knew wand after he graduated from Durmstrang.

"Two guesses," Viktor replied with a smirk.

Hermione thought again, "Is it… oh, please tell me it’s not your supply of Wizard Monthly," Hermione sighed, hoping her fiance’ wouldn’t own such filthy literature.

Viktor coughed, "vhat?"

"This isn’t your porn collection is it," Hermione eyed the box suspiciously.

"I assure you," Viktor blushed, taking the box from her, "I know not vhat porn is, but I haff no such magazine in my possession… only your knickers."

"Um… oh! Oh! Is it… a wizard’s journal," Hermione smiled, as Viktor’s face dropped, "It is! I win back my knickers," she jumped up from the sofa and ran to their bedroom, reclaiming the lacy green knickers from the depths of Viktor’s night stand.

"Vill be vanting those back," Viktor smirked, handing Hermione the key to the box, "with matching bra."

"What," Hermione stopped her celebration, taking the key from Viktor and opening the box, "VIKTOR DIMITROV KRUM!"

"Vhat," he ask innocently.

"It’s," Hermione stuttered, "it’s… a box full of wizard cards!"

"So," Viktor smiled, taking his box of cards, "vill expect knickers and bra in night stand before I go to bed."

"Gah," Hermione stocked off toward their bedroom to put her knickers back with the addition of her matching green bra in Viktor’s night stand.

"Loff," Viktor called from the living room.

"What," she ask crossly.

"You still owe me back rub," Viktor yawned, smiling at Hermione with a wink.

Title: Agree
Rating: PG - 13 for cursing
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 029. Quarrel
Summary: It’s hard to pick something for someone, especially when you don’t even know their gender.

"I like the violet and green," Hermione pointed to a picture in the home decor magazine she borrowed from her mother. Viktor grunted and frowned at the room. "What about the blue and yellow," she suggested, again Viktor disapproved. "Viktor Dimitrov Krum, we’ve been at this all afternoon! Our baby can’t have a solid white room!"

"Vhy not," he nuzzled her neck, "says open minded," he said.

"It says," Hermione pulled back away from Viktor and looked at him crossly, "can’t agree on a color," she made to stand up, but couldn’t quite make it without some assistance.

Viktor chuckled, "need help," he pulled Hermione up from the sofa and wrapped his arms around her in a protective hug.

"Viktor, you’re not going to hug yourself out of this one. You don’t like any of the rooms I’ve picked out, so pick one out yourself," Hermione stomped off to her study, leaving Viktor with a frown on his face.

"I vill," he called after Hermione, who didn’t reply.

"Gah," Hermione scoffed once she was inside her study with the door closed. "He can’t even pick out the color of his own underwear," she recalled their shopping trip to Hogmeade. She picked up another home decor magazine and starting flipping through the pages, passing up sections designed for little boys, then the section on little girls, lingering a bit on the later. Hermione placed a hand on her seventh-month stomach, "I wish I knew what you were," she frowned, "then we wouldn’t have to worry about if the room was too frilly or not frilly enough."

"No," Viktor interrupted, "ve vill pick today," he laid the magazine he was carrying on the table in front of Hermione.

"Viktor," Hermione wrinkled her nose a bit, "do you really like this one," she pointed to the navy blue room with the lime green trimming.

"No, hate that one. Like this one," Viktor pointed to the room with the red walls and gold trim.

"That’s nice, but it doesn’t match the furniture we have for the baby’s room," Hermione reminded him of the light colored oak furniture that was sitting in the white room.

"Vill get new furniture," he shrugged.

"That’s ridiculous," Hermione protested, "we’ll just have to pick something that goes with the furniture."

"Vill be outside, vhen you decide vhat color the room of your baby vill be," he huffed. Hermione almost burst into tears, but held them back until she heard the back door close. She started crying, then suddenly wiped away her tears, grabbed the stack of magazines and went on the search of Viktor. Opening the door with a blazing fury, Hermione turned and marched up to Viktor, taking the bottle of butterbeer out of his hand and slamming it on the table.

"This is not just my baby, Viktor Dimitrov Krum! Without you, I wouldn’t even be in this state and I will be damned if you think you’re going to throw a temper tantrum and shout at me because you seem incapable of matching colors!" Viktor’s mouth was agape a bit, "I quite frankly don’t care if you never step foot inside of this baby’s room, but you are going to help me pick out the colors or you can be quite certain you will never have the opportunity to make another baby." Viktor took his bottle off of the table, took a drink and sat it back down. "Well," Hermione said, the books resting against her now heaving chest.

"Vell," Viktor looked up at his wife and pulled a chair out from the table for her to sit in.

"Thank you," Hermione replied, a bit cold, opening the books.

"Am sorry for hurtful vords," Viktor apologized, picking up one of Hermione’s slipper clad feet to massage it.

"It’s okay, Viktor. I shouldn’t be so… stubborn. Babies are color blind after all," Hermione mused, enjoying the foot massage.

"All this arguing vhen Ian can’t see colors," Viktor shook his head in disbelief and chuckling at Hermione’s face upon hearing a male name for their baby.

"No, Emily Elizabeth can’t see colors, yet," Hermione replied.

"Ian," Viktor leaned in to Hermione.

"Emily Elizabeth," Hermione pulled Viktor so close their noses were touching.

"Ian," Viktor retorted, before kissing Hermione.

Title: Broken Broom
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 031. Forgiveness
Summary: Sometimes, it’s not the result that is the worst part, but breaking the news.

Lexi Krum snaked through the living room, trying to hide the broken broomstick behind her back. Viktor gave a deep grunt and turned over on the couch, falling back to sleep. Lexi knew that she had not only broken Viktor’s rules of no flying without him, but had also broken the brand new broomstick her father and mother had bought her as a surprise for listening so well during her flying lessons. Yes, there was no doubt in Lexi’s mind, she was dead unless she could hide the broomstick. She quickly scurried down the hall to her bedroom, she opened door and lunged herself inside, closing the door.

"Alexandria Elizabeth Krum," Hermione scolded, "don’t slam the door like that, you’ll wake your father."

"Mommy," Lexi yelped, "what are you doing home so early?"

"Apparently catching you in the act of trying to hide that broom," Hermione noted the broken broomstick, Lexi had attempted to keep hidden, "what happened to it," Hermione inquired, taking the broomstick from her ten year old daughter.

"Um… I stepped on it and I broke it," Lexi offered.

"Try again Alexandria," Hermione added, her hands on her hips, "the truth this time if you don’t mind."

"Daddy said he would take me flying, but then he fell asleep on the sofa after lunch. I tried to wake him up, but he just grunted and went back to sleep. I really, really, really wanted to go flying, so I got my broom and went flying," Hermione’s face turned into a serious scowl, but Lexi continued, "When I got tired, I went to land, but I didn’t see the tree and I hit that and it broke my broomstick," Lexi finished, pouting.

"And what do you suggest I do about this," Hermione questioned, gesturing toward the broomstick.

Lexi sat down on her bed, her head in her hands, "Show Daddy my broom, take away my flying lessons, and make me do extra chores," she rattled off Hermione’s usual punishment.

"I could do that," Hermione commented, "but I think what I’m going to do," she paused for a moment, "is make a deal with you."

Lexi’s ears perked up and the thought of her mother making a proposition, because it was normally her father that did the deal making… if she ate all of her dinner, fifteen extra minutes flying, if she cleaned her room, extra dessert, and so on.

"If," Hermione began, "you show your father your broom and tell him what happened, I won’t take away your flying lessons." It was a tough deal. Lexi hated the thought of making her father even the least bit upset with her and this would certainly make him upset, but then again, if she did it, then she would still have her flying lessons. "But, if you would prefer that I showed your father the broom and told him what happened, then it’s no flying lessons for a week, and two weeks of extra chores. You have until dinner, which is in fifteen minutes, to decide." Hermione shut the door and left Lexi alone to think over her choices.

"She broke broom," Viktor questioned, sitting up and yawning.

"Yes," Hermione said, sitting on the couch and sighing, "she doesn’t want you to know."

"Vill haff to teach her to be quiet vhen opening door," Viktor made a mental note.

"Don’t do that," Hermione laughed, getting up to fix dinner, "she’s got no chance of turning out decent between all of her uncles and her father!"

A few swipes of her wand and Hermione had prepared spaghetti, garlic bread, and the food Lexi couldn’t stand, salad.

"Lexi," Viktor bellowed down the hall, "dinner is ready. Hermione gave Viktor an uneasy look, both waiting for the door to open. When the door remained closed, Hermione laid her dish towel on the counter and headed to Lexi’s bedroom.

"Lexi," Hermione called softly, "can I come in?"

"Yes," Lexi answered, trying to hold back tears.

Hermione opened the door, and sighed, finding Lexi sitting on her bed, her eyes red, "Have you made a decision, yet," Hermione ask.

"You tell Daddy. I can’t," Lexi started crying.

"Lexi, baby," Hermione comforted, "why are you crying?"

"I know Daddy’s going to be mad at me," she cried into her mother’s shoulder.

"Oh, Lexi," Hermione hugged her daughter, looking at Viktor who peaked his head around the door.

"Alexanderia," Viktor spoke, his voice causing the little girl to look up at her father, "vhat did you do?"

Her sobs picked back up as she mumbled, Viktor only picking up clipped phrases and words like broken broom. "Stop crying," Viktor said, "you knew rules, yet you break them. Crying vill not do any good," he took Hermione’s spot on the bed, but not cradling his daughter.

"I’m sorry, Daddy. Just don’t be mad at me," Lexi stuttered.

"Am not mad, but vish you vould listen," Viktor countered her statement.

"You’re not mad at me," Lexi perked up.

"No, am not mad at you, but you vill haff no flying lessons for a veek and extra chores for two veeks," Lexi shook her head in acceptance, not that the ruling could be overturned anyway, "and must learn not to vake me up vhen you open door," Viktor winked, causing Lexi to smile.

"Supper is getting cold, you two," Hermione called from the kitchen.

"Daddy," Lexi called, as Viktor lead her down the hall to the kitchen.

"Vhat," he answered back.

"Can you take off a day of chores if I eat the salad Mom fixed," Lexi inquired, smelling the spaghetti and knowing a salad was also sitting by her plate.

"Vill discuss after you eat salad," Viktor chuckled, noting just how much like him his daughter really was.

Title: Chocolate Frogs
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 047. Chocolate
Summary: Hermione and Viktor have never spent a night alone. When someone gets dreadfully lonely, they turn to candy they know is off limits.


Hermione sat on the sofa, book in hand, pumpkin juice on the table with the dozen or so boxes to the many chocolate frogs she had consumed that evening, wrapped in a blanket and clad in Viktor’s pajama pants and tee shirt that ran a risk of swallowing her whole.

"Gah," she sighed, closing her book and looking at the clock. Hermione glanced at a picture of Viktor and herself on the inn table, "I miss you," she said to the smiling Viktor in the photo who blew her a kiss.

Viktor and Hermione, since she had moved to Bulgaria to live with Viktor, had never spent a night apart. The full size bed was always occupied at night by the loving couple and Hermione was not looking forward to the emptiness it would hold for her tonight. Viktor was out taking care of some of the loose ends concerning his spot on the Bulgarian National Quidditch team and was expected at a finalizing meeting at 7:00 in the morning, not making a mass amount of sense to come home at 1:00 in the morning only to leave at 6:00 that same morning. Both, Viktor and Hermione, had agreed that spending one night apart wouldn’t kill them, though now Hermione was starting to regret it as she headed into their bedroom. She turned down the blankets, laid down, turned off the light with a flick of her wand, and hugged Viktor’s pillow.

Viktor yawned as he unlocked the door, sitting his overnight bag in the floor by the door. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his robes off, throwing them on the back of the sofa, laughing at Hermione’s mess she left on the inn table. He softly trotted to their bedroom. Hermione laid sprawled out on the bed, one arm draped over Viktor’s pillow and the covers twisted around her contorted body.

He pulled his shirt over his head, laying it over the back of a chair by the closet, removed his pants and socks and put them on top of his shirt. Viktor looked at the bed and Hermione, debating on how to get in the bed without waking her up. After realizing that he was going to have to move Hermione in some way, Viktor decided simply to lift her up.

"Um," Hermione mumbled, "I’m glad you’re home."

Viktor kissed Hermione on the forehead, reclaimed his pillow since Hermione was now hugging him, and was soon off to sleep.

"Viktor," Hermione shook him awake, "wake up. It’s 11 o’clock."

He grunted and threw the covers back. Viktor stretched and yawned, rubbed his stomach and headed to the kitchen.

"Vhat do ve haff for breakfast," Viktor inquired, rummaging through the cabinets.

"I’m going shopping, that’s why I woke you up," Hermione mused, "and you’re going with me."

Viktor frowned, "you ate all my chocolate frogs," he commented when he saw the empty container he kept them in. Viktor pulled Hermione into a hug but scowled down at her.

"Yes, well, I," Hermione looked for a loophole to escape with. She knew even as she ate Viktor’s favorite candy that had to be in the house at all times, just for situations such as this morning’s pilferage for breakfast, he would complain about it later, "well you see…"

"Is okay," Viktor sighed, pulling Hermione into a kiss, "are much better than chocolate."

"You can get some more at the store," Hermione smiled. Viktor suddenly pulled away from her and went to the living room. He scoffed at the empty boxes he laughed at earlier, "Viktor, I’m sorry," she followed him.

"I know," Viktor mumbled his acceptance while searching for a book on the shelf, "here," Viktor pulled the large book Cyrillic book off the shelf.

"You wanted a book," Hermione said confused, "why did you suddenly have to get that book?"

"Because," Viktor opened it and pulled two boxes out of the middle of the book, "is secret, secret stash of candy," he smiled, sitting on the sofa in his boxers with his last two chocolate frogs, "haff fun at store and don’t forget chocolate frogs."

"Uh," Hermione frowned with disbelief at Viktor’s antics and refusal to go shopping with her, "I’ll be back later," Hermione disappeared with a pop.

Title: Peanut Butter and Oreos
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 038. Knots
Summary: Hermione is unbearable at times and her only refuge is her peanut butter and secret stash of Oreos.

Even in the magical realm there’s some things one can’t erase, no matter how many potions, charms, or spells they make or cast. Nature, happens to fall into that category and much like the muggle world, there’s no reprieve for a wizard when his witch gets her monthly visitor.

"Gah," Hermione rolled over on her stomach, slamming her fist into her pillow.

"Vhat is vrong," Viktor inquired about her frustration from the safety of the doorway.

"I feel like crap," Hermione mumbled.

"Vhat can I do to make you feel better," Viktor said, venturing to sit on the edge of the bed.

"A hysterectomy," Hermione replied, pulling the covers over her head.

"Vill go get some potion," Viktor pulled the covers off her head and kissed Hermione on her forehead. Viktor was no idiot, he knew exactly what was wrong with his normally chipper wife. He felt terrible for her, because there was honestly nothing he could do to help but wait it out with her.

"Thank you," Hermione grumbled, taking the small cup Viktor had poured the clear potion into. She drank it quickly and handed the cup back to him.

"Massage help," Viktor dared to suggest. Hermione was normally at drastically different ends of the spectrum, she didn’t want to be touched one minute to all but jumping inside of Viktor’s clothes with him the next and cuddling with him.

"No. Leave me alone to die," Hermione grunted. Viktor turned to leave the room, "and don’t forget to turn off the light and close the door."

Viktor knew in an hour or two when she woke back up Hermione would be in a better mood, but only after rummaging through the pantry finding peanut butter and her secret stash of Oreos. Viktor chuckled at how absurd her eating habits were and sat her snacks out on the cabinet for her. He decided his time would best be spent trying to prepare a relaxing evening in attempt to make the night at least somewhat bearable once she ran out of Oreos. Looking at the huge stack of movies Hermione had insisted on bringing back from the trip to her parent’s house, Viktor began to fumble through the cases, attempting to make some sort of elimination process. He grunted and put all the cases back in order. It was absolutely impossible for him to pick a movie that didn’t run the risk of being thrown at his head later. Viktor picked up one of the magazines Ginny had sent Hermione and began to read.

An article about the proper preparation of meat loaf and Hermione emerged from her den.

"Oreos," she gasped, grabbing them off the counter with the peanut butter, "thank you," Hermione kissed Viktor on the cheek.

"Are you feeling better," he questioned, figuring he should get as much civil conversation in before her mood changed again.

"The knots in my stomach are gone," Hermione replied between huge bites of her Oreo peanut butter sandwiches, "for now."

"Is anything I can do to keep them avay?"

She shook her head and continued her snacking. Sooner than Hermione would have liked she was down to her last Oreo and she gave a sigh, shoving the cookie in her mouth.

"Viktor," Hermione began, "I know I’m unbearable, so when all this is over," she said, laying in his lap, "I’m going to be extra nice to you."

"Not unbearable," Viktor chuckled, "almost though."

"Viktor! That’s not nice! Blame it on my hormones, I can’t control them," Hermione defended.

"Vill be like this vhen ve haff baby," Viktor questioned with a chuckle, bringing up a topic he knew made Hermione happy no matter what the circumstances.

"Even worse."

"Vill need more peanut butter and Oreos."

Title: Under the Weather
Rating: PG for Suggestion
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 035. Severe
Summary: An afternoon in bed with Mr. Viktor Krum can fix everything, even for those who don’t know they’re sick.

"Viktor, you’re going to make me late for my meeting," Hermione protested, Viktor refusing to remove his arms from her waist, holding her in bed.

"You look ill," Viktor yawned, "must stay home," he pulled Hermione closer and hugged her tight.

"I am not ill," Hermione wiggled out of his grip, finally able to get out of the bed.

"Then I am sick," Viktor coughed for emphasis, "must stay home to take care of husband."

"You have a severe case of chronic laziness," Hermione laughed as Viktor sat up in the bed, yawned, and then stretched out, taking up most of the bed.

"Go to meeting, vill sleep until you get home," Viktor mumbled to his pillow, "bed all to self.

"You will do no such thing," Hermione emerged from the bathroom, pointing her violet toothbrush at Viktor, "I’m leaving a list of things for you to do while I’m at my meeting."

"Am too sick," Viktor pouted.

"Viktor Dimitrov Krum, your boxes of quidditch things are not going to unpack themselves," Hermione said sternly, her hand on her hip, "I expect not only for the boxes to be unpacked, but for you to place all those," she motioned to a multicolored mountain of tee shirts, "to be sorted and placed in there," she pointed to the oak dresser.

Viktor grunted, "I love you too," Hermione smiled, kissing Viktor on the head and disappearing with a pop.

Hermione’s meeting was set to last all day, Viktor recalled, looking at the clock that displayed 11:34 a.m., "Vill do list in hour," Viktor agreed with himself and turned over, covering his head with Hermione’s pillow.

An hour and a half later, a disgruntled Viktor finally relocated to the spare room with all the unlabeled boxes from their recent move.

"Boxes vill not unpack themselves," Viktor mocked Hermione’s voice, giving a few flicks of his wands the boxes started to unpack themselves and sort through their contents before finally falling down into perfectly sorted piles of quidditch supplies, school books, and unopened wedding presents from two years ago. "Boxes vill unpack themselves," Viktor retorted to the open room. He picked up his quidditch supplies and stuffed them in the guest room closet, the school books he placed back in the box and sat in the living room for Hermione to sort through when she got home, and as for the unopened wedding presents, Viktor decided the best policy was "out of sight, out of mind" and packed the pile of odd shaped boxes and stuffed them behind some dusty boxes of clothes in the attic.

Viktor returned to the bedroom and looked at the pile of shirts, "vill do later." He laid back down on the bed, and soon fell asleep. This time, he awoke to a poke in the shoulder.

"Hello, my loff," Viktor attempted to smile at Hermione, "how vas meeting," he inquired, attempting to divert his wife’s attention from the mountain of shirts.

"How long have you been asleep," Hermione questioned, a stern and sour look on her face. Viktor didn’t answer. "Have you even gotten out of bed yet," she noted, seeing that Viktor was still in his pajamas.

"Yes," Viktor sat up, "I sort boxes and put up stuff," he wrapped his arms around Hermione’s waist and pulled her close to hi so he was eye level with her navel. He gave his best pout.

"I see you didn’t touch the Mount Everest of tee shirts," she continued, unmoved by the, under different circumstances, adorable face Viktor was making.

"Vas too sick," Viktor threw the excuse out.

"Too sick my foot, Viktor Dimitrov Krum," Hermione accused, pulling out her wand and charming the shirts to fold and place themselves in the proper drawer, "now was that so hard," she prodded Viktor.

"No," Viktor answered, finally able to get Hermione to sit on the edge of the bed, "but you look sick, need to lie down."

"I don’t need to lie down," Hermione protested, as Viktor moved her hair, exposing her neck. He began to nibble on her ear lobe and made his way down her neck.

"Are you sure, my loff," Viktor questioned, after pulling back from a long kiss with Hermione.

"Well, now that you mention it, I thinking I’m feeling a bit under the weather," Hermione finally gave and started to play along.

"Nothing afternoon in bed vill not fix, my loff" Viktor whispered.

Title: Meet the Family
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 49. If
Summary: Viktor broke the main rule of marriage proposal, he had never met Hermione’s family, but that just won’t due for Hermione.

"Vhat if I’m not vhat they vant for you," Viktor questioned nervously, walking back and forth in the couple’s living room, fidgeting with the hem of the tee shirt Hermione had picked out for him.

"Relax, Viktor," Hermione soothed, rubbing her hands down the maroon tee shirt that read proudly, ‘Bulgarian National Quidditch Team’ and on the back displayed his last name, ‘Krum’, " They’ll either love you … or disown me," Hermione tried to joke with Viktor.

"They vouldn’t do that," Viktor blurted out, "vould they," he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

"Calm down," Hermione kissed his cheek, "It was a joke. They’ll love you."

Viktor Krum had broken the golden rule when it comes to marriage proposals. He had proposed marriage to Ms. Hermione Jane Granger without so much as attending one family gathering of the Grangers. Of course, that didn’t stop Hermione from accepting his offer to be Mrs. Hermione Jane Krum, but still, she insisted her future husband at least meet her parents, after all, he was going to be their son-in-law.

"Are you ready to go," Hermione questioned, placing a small, yet encouraging, smile on her face.

"No, but that vill not change," Viktor replied with a sigh.

"Let’s go then." Hermione clung tightly to Viktor and with a small pop, they appeared in the country kitchen of Ms. Granger.

"Oh my," Ms. Granger practically screamed, seeing her daughter and a rather tall, handsome young man standing in the exact spot she had just moved from.

"Mom," Hermione squealed, pulling the older woman into a tight hug, leaving Viktor looking oddly out of place in the small kitchen, "this is Viktor," she smiled brightly.

Viktor mustarded up all of his courage and spoke, "Hello, Mrs. Granger." His voice sounded so dark and low, as it reverbed off the yellow kitchen walls. He suddenly felt very self-conscious of himself and uncomfortable in his surroundings.

"Hello yourself, Viktor is it? Call me Mom," Ms. Granger smiled, "well, come and meet Tom," she took him by the hand and pulled Viktor toward the living room. "Tom, meet your future son-in-law, Vincent… no Viktor!" Ms. Granger pushed Viktor toward Tom, "I’m sure you two have lots of manly things to talk about. Hermione, dear, I need some help in the kitchen." Hermione made to protest about not even giving her father a hug, but her mother had done pushed Hermione back into the kitchen.

"Viktor," Tom spoke cheerfully, "a pleasure to meet you," Tom stuck his hand out and gestured to a seat on the couch, "have a seat."

Viktor nodded his head, "Thank you," he sat down, attempting not to take up too much room with his long arms and legs.

"So, Hermione tells me you two are planning to tie the knot," Tom tried to strike up a conversation, like his wife had instructed him to do, ‘talk to him’ she had said.

"Excuse me," Viktor frowned, "um… tie vhat knot?"

"Oh! That’s right, you’re a foreigner," Tom remembered, "where are you from, mate?"

"Um, Bulgaria," Viktor spoke.

"Ah, yes. Says it on your shirt," Tom observed, "well, do you play," Tom moved around and pushed his glasses up on his nose, "um… quidditch?"

Viktor’s ears perked at a word he loved, "Yes. I play professionally," Viktor spoke confidently.

"Wonderful, don’t know a thing about it though."

Viktor chuckled, "Neither does Hermy-own-ninny," allowing himself to fall into a conversation explaining quidditch with Hermione’s father, while Hermione was getting a good talking to about not bring Viktor over sooner by her mother.

"Hermione, he’s as cute as can be! Why didn’t you bring him over sooner? I was expecting some sort of ogre the way you kept refusing our dinner invitations," Ms. Granger jabbered.

"He’s shy, Mom. Plus, he’s a pure blood. He wasn’t raised to know about muggles," Hermione defended herself.

"Oh you make it sound like we’re not normal," Jane continued, her babbling, "does he eat mashed potatoes," she questioned, using the mixer to stir the concoction of milk, potatoes, salt, and butter.

"He absolutely adores that recipe you sent me," Hermione replied, getting four plates out of the cabinet and setting the table.

"So," Jane probed, sitting the tray of roast beef on the table, "what does he do for a living?"

"He plays sports," Hermione tried to avoid specifics.

"Well, what kind?"

"Quidditch," Hermione mumbled so low that only the ‘itch’ was really audible.

"HERMIONE! You may be grown, but you won’t use those words in my house," Ms. Granger yelped.

"No, Mom. Quidditch," Hermione sounded the word out by each syllable, "it’s a game with broomsticks and well, I don’t really know a lot about it. I don’t care for sports much, Mom, you know that."

"Yes, well. Better get those two in here before your father starts gnawing a leg off of the table," Ms. Granger concluded, "Tom… Viktor," Ms. Granger winced, worried she got her future son-in-law’s name wrong. She smiled when Hermione nodded, "time for dinner."

The two men walked into the kitchen, Hermione made eye contact with Viktor and Viktor smiled at her. Not a meek nod of his head, a smile, Hermione smiled back, "You can sit beside me, Love," Hermione said, causing Viktor to blush at the later part.

"Thank you," Viktor replied, taking his seat.

Ms. Granger dipped out the plates, acting much like Viktor recalled his mother did when he was younger, handing Viktor a plate. "Hermione said you loved the mashed potatoes she fixes," Ms. Granger prompted Viktor.

"Yes, she is very good cook," Viktor smiled.

"Fantastic! I was worried you two would starve," Tom chirped.

"Dad," Hermione yelped in her own defense, "I’m not going to let us starve," Hermione laughed.

The conversation died down as everyone began to indulge themselves in their dinner, though Viktor was too preoccupied with his thoughts too really enjoy his meal, "if I can make through tonight, vedding vill be set," Viktor calmed himself. At the rate is was going, he was fairly positive it was smooth sailing all the way to the altar. His thoughts were interrupted though.

"So," Ms. Granger smiled sweetly at Hermione and Viktor, "how long until we’re grandparents?"