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“How should we do this?” Hermione was looking at herself in the mirror, patting her hair nervously.  They had arrived at Viktor’s flat that morning after their quick marriage and Boxing Day honeymoon and were now preparing to break the news to Viktor’s parents and fiancé.  “This is going to be ugly, isn’t it?”

Viktor came over and put his arms around her, hugging her to his chest.  “I vill not lie.  Yes.  I expect that I vill haff to send you to England to start your new job and stay behind to close matters here. I vill also haff to see about my Qvidditch contract.”  He kissed her neck softly.  “I am lucky that I can negotiate and I am still in high demand.  Not that it matters.  I save my money, so I can take lesser offer if it keeps me vith you.”

Hermione looked at her new husband in the mirror.  “Maybe…”

“No,” interrupted Viktor.  “I know what you are going to say.  I do not regret you, Myown.   Vaking up next to you on Christmas morning was the best feeling I had in long time.  And do not forget who it vas that they put at the bottom of the lake for me.  That was for a reason.”

“Back then?” Hermione whispered.  “You… even then?”

Viktor kissed her on the neck again.  “Even then, Myown.”

It made Hermione feel worse.  He had asked her to write, and they did for a while, but the war stole any thoughts of correspondence from her, and afterward, they lost touch. 

“You do not regret?” Viktor asked.  She could see the look on his face.  It was true that reality was beginning to crash in on them after the lovely time they had spent in Wales, but no, she did not regret her rash decision.

“No.”  Hermione turned around and wound her arms around Viktor’s neck. “Don’t ever ask that.”  She kissed him, wishing it could lead to more, but knowing they had to start the ordeal of dealing with Viktor’s family.  Viktor smiled at her.

“I think I should invite my parents, and Sofija here,” he said.  “If I show up with you immediately, they vill not listen at all.”  He hesitated before speaking again.  “I do not want to hide you but I think I must at first.  I am sorry, Myown.”

“I understand Viktor, I really do,” soothed Hermione.  “I’ll do whatever I can to make this easier for you, aside from divorcing you, that is.”

Viktor laughed and squeezed Hermione to him.  “Never, my love.”

……..

Hermione started when she heard the pounding on the door.  “Go in the bedroom,” said Viktor, his features stone-faced.  “I vill try to finish this as fast as I can.”  Hermione kissed him and slipped off into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.  She stood dumbly for a moment trying to decide what to do, needing to be active before her nerves got the best of her.  She spotted her bags, which contained the Christmas presents she had received for Christmas from Harry, Ron, and the other Weasleys and dug into them looking for George’s gift.  He had sent her a box of Wheezes merchandise, including a few sets of extendible ears, and she grabbed them, stuffing one under the door so she could hear the conversation.  After whispering a translation spell, she settled in to listen.

………

Viktor opened the door to find his parents, Petar and Raina Krum, and his soon-to-be ex-fiancé, Sofija at the door, all looking angry before storming into his flat.

“You’ve been gone for days, Viktor.  Where have you been?” demanded Petar.  “The wedding is in five days.” 

“I needed time away,” replied Viktor, keeping his voice calm.  “I needed to think.”

“What could you possibly need to think about?” asked Sofija.  “You were needed here for fittings and to go over final details before the wedding.”

“The wedding is off,” said Viktor, finality in his tone.  “I heard what you said to your friend Violeta.  You told her I was stupid and was worth nothing more than the money that you would like to spend.  I also heard of your planned dalliances on the side with men more on par with your intellectual capacity.”  He looked at her shocked expression.  “I am not dumb Sofija.  I was the school champion in the Triwizard Tournament, negotiated my contracts, and handled my own money, which I do not spend rashly.  And I will not marry someone who cheats on me.”

“You cannot cancel the contract, Viktor,” said Petar.  “Not without breaking good faith with Sofija’s family.  We have been friends for years.”

“Does your friendship come before your own son?” asked Viktor. “You would sell out your son in the name of friendship to a woman who does not love me or respect me and will not be faithful?”

“Viktor,” Raina spoke up.  “Of course, we will re-negotiate some terms, but really, it is too late to back out.”

“No, Mama.  It’s not,” declared Viktor.  “I CAN read, you know.  In the contract, I was promised a dutiful wife, frugal in works and faithful in spirit.  My memory alone will prove she is not so.  I can break the contract, and I already have.”

There was silence in the room.  “You… canceled the wedding?” Sofija looked devastated.

“Not in so many words as of yet,” said Viktor.  “That will happen over the next few days.  I will take responsibility for the costs that have been accrued thus far, and you may keep the ring.”

“But…Viktor…” stammered Sofija.  “Can’t I convince you to reconsider? I…well, I may have been wrong about you.”

Viktor looked at the beautiful girl for a moment.  She was incredibly lovely, and he had to admit she was intelligent, and maybe if he hadn’t overheard how ugly she could be, he would have been proud to be married to her, but not anymore.  He had his sweet Hermione waiting for him in his…their bedroom and no one could measure up to her.  The long thoughts he had on Christmas Eve made him realize how often he still thought of Hermione, and how he often compared girls he had dated to her.  No one ever compared to her, not even the woman standing before him, and it was time to tell them about her.

“Even if I wanted to reconsider, I cannot,” he finally said.  “I have already married.”

The room was dead silent for the second time.  “You’re…married,” stated Petar.  “Since when?”

“Since Christmas day,” said Viktor.  “I met her when I was at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.  I took her to the Yule Ball, and we spent many nice evenings together studying.  She has always had my heart, and no one else ever will.”

“This can’t be legal,” stated Petar.  “There is no way this marriage can be real.”

“It is, Papa,” said Viktor.  “I went to Tintagel, in Cornwall so I could spend some time thinking, and I wanted to do so in the footsteps of Arthur and Merlin.  My Hermione had similar thoughts and we met there by chance.  By Christmas Eve, I knew we were meant for each other, and I could not bear the thought of being without her.  I will be moving to England with her as soon as possible.”

“Your…Her-my-oh…who?” asked Raina. 

“Hermione,” repeated Viktor.  “Hermione Granger.  You know the name, Mama.  She stood with Harry Potter against the Dark One.  It was for her I went to war.”

“You risked your life over a chit of a girl?” Petar ran his hand through his hair, looking disgusted.

“No,” said Viktor.  “I fought against evil.  I would have done so without knowing Hermione because it was the right thing to do.  But she was there, and I fought for her as well.”

“I will not accept this!” shouted Petar.

“You have no choice, Papa,” said Viktor.  “I have married, and it is a binding, magical marriage.  Tomorrow, I will speak to Sofija’s Father and offer reasonable restitution, and I would like to introduce you to my new wife.”

“Is she here?” asked Petar.   “Bring her out then.”

“No,” Viktor crossed his arms.  “You are too angry, and I do not want anything regrettable to be said.”  He turned to Sofija.  “You will not blame Hermione for this.  It was your words and actions that caused me to leave.  I will not allow you to use her to cover for your behavior.”  Sofija said nothing but looked mutinous.

“Come, Raina, we are leaving.”  Petar took his wife by the arm and motioned for Sofija to follow them and headed for the door.  “This is not over yet, Viktor.  I will contact our family solicitor to see what can be done.  As for your wife, don’t count on that lasting.”  He ushered Raina and Sofija out the door, slamming it behind him.

Viktor sighed and headed toward the bedroom.  He opened the door to see Hermione sitting on her bed rolling up the Extendable Ear.  “You heard that?” he asked her.

“I’m sorry,” said Hermione.  “I should have asked first.”

“No,” said Viktor.  “I am glad you did.  Did you…understand all that vas said?”

“Translation charm,” said Hermione as she nodded.  “I can understand conversations but cannot speak the language.  It’s a slight advantage, I guess.”  She threw her arms around him, remembering what he had said about her.  “I’m so sorry.”

“Vat are you sorry for, my love?” asked Viktor.  “Nothing has changed.  They cannot stop us from being together.”

“I hate the way they talked to you,” said Hermione.  “And that your parents care so little for your feelings that they wouldn’t stand up for you when you told them of Sofija’s plan to cheat on you.  How can they?”  Viktor sat quietly, looking away.  “What?  Viktor?”

“They are ashamed of me,” said Viktor.  “Vell…they are still proud of my Qvidditch, but…”

“But what?”

“They are shamed because I did not vin the Tournament,” continued Viktor.  “That I vas imperiused and that I did not vin.”

“But…the tournament was rigged.”

“I found out about that later, but it did not matter,” said Viktor.  “They did not believe me.”

“Look at me,” said Hermione.  She put her hand on Viktor’s cheek and gently pulled him toward her.  “You do realize that had you taken the cup, you would have been killed.  Or Crouch would have killed you before you took the cup in the first place.   You did spectacularly in the tournament and I was so proud to be on your arm at the Yule Ball.” 

Viktor smiled and leaned in to kiss her.  “Sweet Myown.”  He sighed.  “I fear that tomorrow will not be good.  I vill handle the vedding plans, and then we must see my parents.”

“Do you think that’s wise?” asked Hermione.  She didn’t want to admit how nervous she was, especially given Petar’s threat to end their marriage.

“You only have a few days before you must go to England and start your job,” said Viktor.  “I am sure you vant to inform your friends and family of our news?”

“I was hoping you would be with me when I did that,” said Hermione.

“Ve vill know more tomorrow,” said Viktor.  “The vedding vill be easy.  Tomorrow I vill take you to meet my parents, and ve can go from there.  I vill have to stay behind, I think.  Especially to handle my Qvidditch and my flat.”  He kissed Hermione again.  “I vill try to hurry.  Is there room for me at your flat?”

“Of course,” said Hermione.  “I have plenty of room.”  She looked at Viktor, who was holding her hand and frowning slightly.  “What is it?”

“You should have a ring,” he said.  “Ve should have rings.”

“I don’t need one,” said Hermione. 

“Of course you do,” smiled Viktor.  “Ve can go to my jeweler.  He is discreet.  I must return Sofija’s vedding band anyvay.”

“We can wait if you want…until you come to England.”

Viktor thought about it for a moment.  “That may be better,” he agreed.  “Now, vhy don’t we order in and continue our honeymoon?”

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The next day, Viktor returned from his errand running.  “It is done,” he told Hermione.  “This vill be big news in a vile.  Our Vedding was talked of like royalty here.  If ve are going to see my parents, ve should go now.”

“All right,” said Hermione.  She bit her lip.  “They’re going to hate me.”

“I vill be vith you the whole time,” said Viktor as he helped her into her coat.  “I vill not let them insult you.”  He stopped before leaving the flat.  “How…how much do you know of Qvidditch.”

Hermione started to speak but stopped. “Not much,” she admitted.  “I used to watch at Hogwarts of course, and the Weasleys play in their orchard at the Burrow.  And, of course, I was at the World Cup.”

“Are you familiar with…gloopies?  Er…fans?”

“You mean groupies?”  Viktor nodded.  Hermione frowned.  “Well…there were girls at school who like to chase after some of the better Quidditch players,  I guess.  Nothing like the girls that followed you around.”  She smiled at the memory of the girls trying to get Viktor’s attention and how spectacularly it failed. “Why?”

Viktor looked embarrassed.  “I have many fans here.  They are not always nice.  And vhen vord gets out about the vedding…I’m not sure vat vill happen.  I dated a girl for a short time, and she got hexed by some female fans.”

“Oh,” said Hermione.  “I guess I never thought about that.  Is that common?”

“Yes,” said Viktor.  “Last year, the new vife of one of the Spanish National team members vas put in hospital.  I should have told you earlier.”

“I wouldn’t have changed my mind,” said Hermione.  “I’ll try to be prepared.”  She headed for the door, but Viktor pulled her back.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. 

“For you, Myown.” He opened it to reveal a delicate diamond and platinum wedding set. 

“Oh, Viktor…you didn’t have to do that.” 

“I vanted to,” replied Viktor.   He removed the ring from the box and took Hermione’s hand.  “This day vill be hard.  I cannot protect you from it.  The best I can do is make sure you know that I am yours.”  He slid the rings onto her fingers, kissing them as he did. 

………

Viktor took Hermione’s hand as he opened the door to his parent’s home and ushered her inside.  She felt inadequately dressed given the finery she was surrounded by, but it couldn’t be helped as she hadn’t planned to meet someone’s wealthy parents when she packed for Tintagel.   He led her into a parlor, where his parents sat waiting, but said nothing as they sat down.

The room was silent for a little while as everyone tried to decide the best way to start.  Viktor finally spoke up.  “This is my vife, Hermione.  My love, these are my parents, Petar and Raina Krum.”  Both parents nodded stiffly as Hermione said a quiet hello.  After the introduction, the dam broke and Petar started speaking to his son in rapid Bulgarian.  Hermione had cast her translation charm before they entered the house and after listening for a while, wished she hadn’t.

“So this is her then?” demanded Petar.  “You gave up a lovely girl like Sofija for this?  Do you not care about your public image?  We’ve read up on this girl, you know.  She’s a mudblood.  You dare sully the Krum line, pure for generations with her filth?”

Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes.  Even Draco Malfoy, who had returned for the last year at Hogwarts as well had stopped calling her that horrible name, and here it was thrown around casually like daily conversation.

Viktor stood up, advancing on his father. “Don’t you dare use that word.  Hermione is a war hero, and she’s brilliant.  Much more so than Sofija could ever dream to be.  She’s kind, and I’m still in shock every day that she chose to marry me.”  He glared at his father.  “As for my public image, if I even cared about it, Hermione would do more for me than Sofija ever could.  But as it stands, I don’t care, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Viktor, you must think of your career,” said Raina.  “Your fans won’t appreciate you being married to a mud… muggle-born.  Not only are you going to disappoint them, you are putting her in danger.”

“I will be using my transfer clause this year,” declared Viktor.  “After the holidays, I will be seeing the Quidditch council and will inform them of my decision.  I’ll have no trouble finding a team to play for in England.”

“You mentioned that yesterday.” Raina stood up and started pacing.  “Why can’t you stay here?”

“Because you were right about one thing,” stated Viktor.  “Hermione will not be safe here. Considering you can barely stand to look at her because she is not a pureblood, I cannot imagine what others will say to her as well.  She has already been offered a good job at her own Ministry, and I can move anywhere.  If I can’t find a team, I can afford to stop playing and look for something else.”

“I cannot believe what I am hearing!” Petar pounded his fist on the table in anger.  “This chit of a girl has you wrapped around her finger.  You are the man.  She should be following you.”

“She follows no one,” said Viktor, a fond smile on his face as he gazed at his wife.  “You don’t even know her, Papa.  The things she had to go through in the war.”

“A war you did not belong in,” stormed Petar.

“A war everyone belonged in,” declared Viktor.  “Remember how Grindelwald killed Grandfather?  You were unable to stand against him at the time as you were very young.  I had no such excuse.  Children younger than myself fought and died against the Dark One.  I would have been shamed not to fight.  My Hermione fought- harder than almost anyone.  She survived on the run for a year while she was being hunted every day.  She was tortured, starved, and has more scars than anyone ever should.  Her parents died because of this war.  She needs to be around her friends and family now, and that means we are moving to England.  You’ve made it clear she has nothing here.”

“We will cut you off without one red cent,” shouted Petar.

“Do you think that matters to me?” asked Viktor.  “I have my own money.  Even paying the cancellation fees barely put a dent in it.  I’m a simple man.  I only need a home, and now a wife who wants to be with me because I am a person, not a Quidditch champion. Someday, we may be blessed with children as well, who will have their mother’s brains and my sportsmanship.  It will be up to you if you are a part of that or not.”

Raina turned an arrogant glance in Hermione’s direction.  “You plan on giving him children?”

Hermione blushed a little and looked at Viktor.  “We hadn’t discussed it yet, but I do want children.  After my career is established.”  Viktor translated what Hermione said and his mother snorted.

“Mothers do not have careers,” she declared.  “Their husband and children are their careers.”

“Not anymore Mama,” said Viktor.  “Many women have taken jobs.  Myown will work if she likes.  She has many ideas for changes in her Government and she deserves a chance to make those happen.  I will not take that from her.”

“Fine.” Petar crossed his arms.  “Do what you want.  Don’t expect support from us when it all goes bad.  Marrying someone you barely know, moving far away from your family and homeland, abandoning your Quidditch team.  Let’s see how you fare.”   

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Papa,” replied Viktor, the sadness evident in his voice.  He turned and looked back at Hermione, who smiled up at him, and then he turned back to look at his parents.  “Did Sofija ever look at me that way?  Just once?”  His parent didn’t say anything.  “If you cared for me, you would be happy I found someone who wants me for who I am instead of what I do or how much I make.”

“We want you to do the right thing and provide us a proper heir,” said Petar.

“Then we are on the same page, you and I,” said Viktor.  “You have read the recent studies regarding the pure-blood society and the unusual number of squibs being produced correct?  Not that it matters, I would love any child we were blessed with.  Hermione is a powerful witch.  Our children will be formidable indeed.” 

“They will be half-bloods.”

“There is nothing wrong with that,” said Viktor, his fist clenching in irritation.  “Harry Potter saved the world from the Dark One.  He is a half-blood.  He is already rising rapidly in the Auror ranks from what I’ve been told, and he probably could have gone professional in Quidditch had he chosen to.  His mother was a powerful muggle born as well.  When will you learn that it is not about the blood?”

Raina sniffed.  “I think there is nothing more to say, Viktor.  You may come to see us when this little affair of yours is over.”

“Then I guess this is the last time we shall see each other,” said Viktor.  “You would miss out on watching us flourish, and meeting your future grandchildren over this?”  His parents said nothing.  “I guess that answers my question.  Goodbye, Mama…Papa.”  He took Hermione’s hand and left.

………

They were both quiet as they ate lunch.  “I’m sorry,” Hermione finally said.

“I know,” said Viktor.  “This is on them.  Not us.  They vill come around once all is said and done.”  They both looked up at the tapping on the window.

“That’s Harry’s owl,” said Hermione.  “Oh…Oh my.  I forgot I was supposed to be back yesterday.”  She opened the window to allow the Great Grey owl inside and accept the letter before giving him a treat. “Stay and rest up a bit, Hamlet,” she said to the dignified bird.    “I’m so sorry you had to travel extra.”

Dear Hermione,

Just checking to see how you are doing.  I hope your trip was peaceful and that you found what you were looking for.  Mrs. Weasley wanted to remind you about New Year's Eve, and Kingsley will be there- he wants to talk to you.  Respond with this letter?”

Love,

Harry.

She showed the letter to Viktor, who smiled.  “He is a good friend to you.”

“He always has been,” she murmured, looking at the letter again.  They are having a New Year's party at the Burrow and the whole family will be there.”  She grinned at Viktor.  “It would probably be an excellent time to make an announcement.”

“They vill not be mad?”  Viktor looked worried, especially after his parent’s reaction.

“I don’t think they’ll be mad.  Worried, maybe, but not mad.” 

“I would love to go with you for a few days,” said Viktor.  “I will return after to handle business.”

Hermione grabbed a paper and pen. 

Dear Harry,

The trip was lovely- thank you again for paying for my room.  I still say you didn’t need to do that but I know how stubborn you are.  I will be there for New Year's, and I will be bringing an old friend with me.  I will be in town tomorrow and will contact you when I arrive.  I want to talk to you and Ron before the party if you have time.

Love,

Hermione.

………

“It vill be good to leave for a few days,” said Viktor. “Let things cool off. I would like to see your friends again.” 

“I’m sure they will be happy to see you,” said Hermione.  She watched as Viktor packed some things in his bag before shrinking it and putting it in his pocket.

“You vant to tell Harry and Ron first?”

“They’re my best friends,” said Hermione.  “I think they’d be hurt if I didn’t tell them first- Ron especially.  He’s more sentimental than people think.”

“I vill be there vith you.”

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Viktor had just finished putting his things away when there was a knock at the door.  Hermione opened it and immediately flung herself at Harry and Ron as though she hadn’t seen them in a year. The two young men grinned as she hugged them and walked into the living room, everyone talking at once before stopping short at the sight of Viktor.

“Viktor!” Harry rushed over to shake his hand.  “How are you?  It’s been a long time.”

“Too long,” said Viktor as he shook Harry and Ron’s hand. Harry turned to Hermione. 

“This is the old friend you wrote about?  Ginny and Charlie are going to go mental when he turns up at the Burrow. Percy might too, but he’ll be more dignified about it.”

“Yes, Viktor is the old friend.”  She took Viktor’s hand in hers.  “Well… there’s more to it than that. Maybe we should sit?”

Harry and Ron frowned at each other as they took a seat on Hermione’s sofa.  Hermione sat down near them, Viktor’s hand still in hers.  “I wanted to talk to you two first before the party.  You’re my best friends, and I hope it stays that way after what I have to tell you.”

“Hermione, it can’t be that bad,” said Ron.

“Viktor and I got married on Christmas day.”

Dead silence as the boys digested this news.  “To each other?” Harry finally asked.

“Yes, Harry.  We’re married to each other,” said Hermione.  She squeezed Viktor’s hand as she waited for them to speak again.  Harry and Ron looked at each other again, confused.

“How?” Harry ran his fingers through his hair.  “I mean…you weren’t even dating or anything.”

“I ran into him by chance in Cornwall while I was on my vacation,” explained Hermione.  “We were both there to get away and clear our heads and decided to spend our time together.  Viktor was supposed to get married on New Year's Day to the daughter of a friend of his fathers.”

“I vas afraid that if we didn’t marry, I vould be forced to marry another, and then I vould never see Myown again.”  Viktor put his arm around Hermione.  “She is…she is my home.  I vould never be happy with another.”

“Please say something,” pleaded Hermione.  Both Harry and Ron looked uncertain. 

“Well,” started Harry.  “I…you…Viktor, can we talk to Hermione alone for a minute?”  Viktor kissed Hermione on the cheek and got up, walking to the bedroom.  “Are you sure about this?” Harry asked Hermione.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Hermione.  She told them about their trip, the things they did, and the talks they had.  “He asked me Christmas morning, and I just said yes.  Against everything I was ever taught, everything I ever planned for myself, I said yes.  That has to mean something doesn’t it?”

“Have you told his family yet?”

Hermione nodded.  “That’s where I’ve been the last few days.  Viktor had to go back and cancel the wedding among other things.  His parents hate me.”

“Because of the wedding?” asked Ron, frowning.

“Because I’m a muggle-born.  His dad even called me a mudblood.”

“How does Viktor feel about that?”

“He walked out on them,” said Hermione.  “They’ve disowned him.  He’s going back to Bulgaria after the New Year to sell his flat and talk about Quidditch options with his coach, but he wants to move here and find a different team to play for.”

“That won’t be hard,” said Harry.  “He’s still in his prime.”  He looked at Hermione.  “Are you happy?  Do you love him?”

“Yes.”  It was a simple, efficient answer.  Hermione felt no need to expand on it.

Harry took a breath.  “Well, all right then.  You’re smart Hermione, and you always know what you’re doing.  I’m not going to doubt you now.”  He stood up and hugged her.  “Congratulations.”

Hermione teared up as Harry and Ron both hugged her and wished her well and then called Viktor out to congratulate him and shake his hand.

“Think you could convince him to play for the Cannons?” asked Ron.

………

They arrived at the Burrow for New Year's Eve and were greeted with hugs and handshakes all around, and as Ron said, Ginny and Charlie went into raptures meeting Viktor Krum.   Hermione was nervous about their announcement, but she knew that she had Harry and Ron’s support, which would make things much easier. 

“Hermione!”

She turned and saw a smiling Kingsley Shacklebolt and hugged him. 

“You’re just the lady I was looking for,” he said, gesturing for her to sit.  “I don’t want to talk business on a holiday, but something has come up.  I know you are planning on starting in the Ministry after the New Year in the DRMC yes?”  Hermione nodded.  “A new opportunity is opening up, and I would like you to be a part of it.”  Hermione turned and saw that Viktor was sitting close by, listening.  Kingsley continued.  “We’re opening a research department.”

“A…research department?”  Hermione frowned.  “Don’t you already have one?”

“Not like this,” explained Kingsley.  “All departments have a research budget, but we find that they tend to get tunnel vision, and the research becomes mundane and ignored.  It was decided that if we have an independent research division, that would free up our Ministry workers to be more productive in the field.  The new division is going to be headed up by Adelle Goldhorn…”

“THE Adelle Goldhorn?” squealed Hermione. 

“You know her, I take it?” grinned Kingsley, knowing full well that Hermione worshipped her.  He had recruited the famous magi-scientist just so he could woo Hermione into the fold.  “She’s agreed to stay on, but only for a year or two as she wants to retire.”

“Well, she is ninety-seven years old,” said Hermione. “She’s really coming to work at the Ministry?”

“Well…I may have hinted that you were coming on board,” said Kingsley. “She’s very keen on meeting you.  Hermione.  I want you to be the eventual head of this department.  Adelle is coming on board to help you prepare for that.”

Hermione felt breathless and she looked over at Viktor who was grinning.  “Um…before I answer, I…well, I guess I need to make an announcement.”  She looked over to Harry and Ron, who saw her and came over to stand by her and Viktor. 

“Everyone?” Hermione raised her voice so she could be heard.  “I have something to tell you.”  She swallowed nervously as all eyes were on her, and she felt Viktor’s arm go around her waist.  “I um…well… Viktor and I got married on Christmas Day.”

There was silence again as everyone processed this information.  “Married?”  Molly Weasley put down her serving tray and looked at the young couple.  “You got married?”

“Before anyone starts saying anything, I just want you to know that Hermione told Ron and me yesterday,” said Harry.  “This is our Hermione we’re talking about here, and we trust her to know what she’s doing.”

“Well, congratulations then!” said George, raising a glass to the happy couple, everyone else following suit. Hermione and Viktor were soon surrounded by well-wishers being hugged and kissed and the subject of several toasts. After a while, Kingsley approached her again.

“Congratulations,” smiled Kingsley.  “So now your announcement is out of the way, what do you say about the job?”  Hermione looked over at Viktor.

“You do not need my permission, Myown,” said Viktor.  “I can tell you vant the job.  I vould never stop you.”

“Well, then I accept!” Kingsley smiled and held out his hand, shaking Hermione’s in agreement. 

“One thing,” said Kingsley.  “This new division will not be starting until next month.  I spoke with the head of the DRMC, and he would rather not train you to have you leave.   There is nothing for you to do until the meetings are set up and the department is officially underway.  Of course, if you cannot afford to wait the month, we could find something for you to do in the meantime…”

“I can wait, Kingsley,” said Hermione.  “Viktor has to go back to Bulgaria to take care of some business. I was going to stay here to start my job- but now I can go back with him.”

“So England may be getting an excellent Quidditch player out of this?” asked Kingsley.  “I won’t argue against that.  Anyway, I’ll inform Madame Goldhorn of your employment immediately.”  As Hermione turned, she was approached by Arthur and Molly.

“Hermione, may we speak to you and Mr. Krum for a moment?”  Hermione knew that they would want to discuss the suddenness of their marriage at some point, so she nodded and followed them into the kitchen.

Arthur cleared his throat.  “We just wanted to talk to you about this marriage,” he started, feeling awkward.  “I…well, Hermione, I know that the loss of your parents…I feel like I would be letting them down if I didn’t ask a few questions.  We think of you as another daughter, and we want to look out for you.”

“I understand, Arthur,” said Hermione.  “I didn’t expect anything less.”  Hermione told them the circumstances of their time together in Cornwall and how it resulted in their sudden union.

“St. Nectan’s Glen, you said?” Molly sat up suddenly as Hermione told their story.  “You visited the Glen?”  Hermione and Viktor looked at each other and nodded.  “Oh…tell me, did you build a fairy stack or leave a ribbon on a large stone?”

“Yes, we built fairy stacks,” said Hermione.

Molly nodded.  “Forgive me for asking, but did you kiss there?”

Hermione blushed as Viktor put his arm around her.  “It vas our first,” he answered.

Molly broke into a smile.  “You were blessed by the Grey Ladies!” she said. 

“I read about them, but I don’t remember anything about blessings,” said Hermione. 

Molly continued. “The grey ladies were said to be sisters who made their home in the glen.  They lived there until their deaths and were buried under a large flat stone on the glen and have been seen haunting the area.  You built a stack on their stone and then shared your first kiss.  Tell me, did you feel anything different after that?”

“I…” Viktor looked at his wife.  “Ve had a lovely evening together and I asked her to stay vith me that night, just so I could hold her.  I lay avake most of the night, vorried about my impending marriage and fearing I would lose Myown again.  I asked her to marry me before I could help myself.  She felt right sleeping by my side.”

“It’s the blessing,” declared Molly.  “The Sisters know, and they give a little push.”

“Really?”

“Think about it,” said Molly, patting Hermione’s hand.  “I’ve known you a long time, my dear.  When have you ever made a spur-of-the-moment decision?”  Hermione thought for a while. 

“Never,” she answered.  “But it seemed…right.  I barely hesitated.”

“I told you,” said Molly.  “The Sisters know.  That makes me feel so much better!”

“Molly, love,” said Arthur.  “You’re accepting them based on an old wives tale?”

“I’m an old wife, so yes,” said Molly.  “Arthur, my love, some things are fate.  And Harry is right, our Hermione knows what she’s doing.”

Arthur smiled.  “Well then,” he said, offering his hand to Viktor.  “You’ll take care of our girl?”

“Myown needs no one to take care of her,” said Viktor.  “I vill be by her side always and support her in vatever she chooses.”

“I can’t get a better answer than that, I guess,” said Arthur as he shook Viktor’s hand.  “Congratulations to you both.”

………

“Are you sure you vant to come back vith me?” Viktor held Hermione as they lay in bed and talked. 

“Do you not want me to?” Hermione looked up at her husband as she drew circles on his chest with her fingers. 

“I vant you to, very much,” said Viktor.  “I just vorry.  I don’t vant you to be hurt.  News of our marriage has probably gotten out and I do not know vhat to expect.”  He looked down at the wedding ring Hermione had bought him and smiled.   “Vile I vant you on my arm to show you off, I do not want anything bad to happen.”

“Do you think it will be that bad?”

“I don’t know,” replied Viktor.  “But I think it vill be.”

“I’ll make sure I’m brushed up on my shield charms then,” said Hermione.

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“Ah, Viktor.”  Coach Penchey grasped Viktor’s hand as they greeted each other.  “What do you need, my boy?”

Viktor nodded.  “I need to discuss my position with this team.  I am going to announce that I am available for trade or hire.”

“What? Why?”  Coach sat up in a panic.  “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong,” said Viktor.  “It's just…I got married, and I will be moving to England with my wife.”

“Sofija wants to move to England?” asked Coach.  “I don’t see that happening.”

“You haven’t heard then?”  Seeing the confusion on his coach’s face, he realized that nothing had hit the news yet.  How strange.  “I did not marry Sofija.  I called that wedding off.”  He briefly told his coach about meeting Hermione and their sudden marriage as well as his parent’s reaction to it.  “Hermione has been offered an excellent job by her Ministry, a position they created almost exclusively for her.  There is nothing here for her, especially since my parents hate her.  I can play anywhere.”

Coach got up and started pacing.  “It’s not that I’m not happy for you,” he said.  “I’m glad you found someone well suited to you.  I’ve seen the new players in the league and I think there is a real shot at the Cup this year, and you, of course, would be Keeper for the Bulgarian National team, no question.”

Viktor stopped to think.  He knew his coach wouldn’t lie to him about prospects for the World Cup, but he knew that if he stayed with his team, he and Hermione would have to live apart during training season.  Could he do that to her?  “Myown is very important to me,” he finally said.  “and our marriage is very young.  I do not want to cause her worry.”

“At least talk about it with her?” asked Coach.  “If I didn’t think we had an excellent chance this year, I wouldn’t plead for you to stay.”

“I will talk to her,” said Viktor.  “But her feelings have to come first.”

………

“How did it go?” asked Hermione when Viktor arrived home.

Viktor sat down with a sigh.  “He begged me to stay for another year.”  Hermione sat down, waiting to hear more.  “Coach says Bulgaria has a good chance for the cup this year and that I vill be named to the National team.”

“Do you want to stay?” asked Hermione.

“I will admit that the thought of vinning the Cup is nice,” said Viktor.  “But I cannot ask it of us.”

“If you were to stay on the team, what would happen?” asked Hermione.

“I vould have to stay in Bulgaria during training,” explained Viktor.  “Ve practice every day.  I’d be able to see you on weekends.  Once the season starts, I vould be traveling, but could be home between trips.”

Hermione took Viktor’s hand and kissed it.  “I didn’t think about you having to travel for Quidditch,” she said.   “That was silly of me.  It’s a part of your life.  We can make it work if you want to play for Bulgaria.”

“Are you sure?” asked Viktor.  “Myown, I vorry that my family will try things to break up our marriage if there is distance between us.”  It was a legitimate worry.  He was surprised that nothing had come out yet about the canceled wedding, or his marriage to Hermione and he suspected his parents were behind it.  “Nothing has been reported yet.  I…I don’t like that.”

“Do you think it’s on purpose?”

“I don’t know yet,” replied Viktor.  “Ve vill have to wait and see.  I vill think about Coach’s offer over the next few days.  It’s a lot of money.  That vay, ve can also see vhat happens about the vedding announcement.  I know my parents vill not tell me the truth if I ask them.”

………

Wedding of the Decade: Cancelled?

The Wedding between Bulgarian Quidditch star Viktor Krum and long-time family friend Sofija Zogrov was to have occurred yesterday, as the Times has reported previously.  When this reporter arrived for the celebrated event, it was discovered that no wedding was happening, and nothing had been announced by either family.

A source close to the venue only reported that events were quietly canceled by the groom himself, but nothing was said as to why he did so.  Any guests that had not been previously informed were turned away without a word.

 Attempts to reach the bride, groom, and other family members has been unsuccessful. 

The Times will do its best to keep the public informed of any developments.

“Harry?”  Harry looked up to see Hermione’s face in the floo.

“Hey!” he said, getting up and walking over.  “What’s going on?  Is everything ok?”

“I’m not sure,” said Hermione.  “Has there…has there been any news about Viktor’s wedding?”

“I don’t think so,” said Harry.  “I don’t read the Prophet, but I’m sure Molly would have said something if there was news.  Why?”

Hermione described the article in the paper, which made Harry frown.  “Sounds like it’s being kept quiet just in case.  You know… like a postponement maybe?”

“Hmm… you mean that maybe the parents haven’t said anything just in case something happens to our marriage and Viktor and Sofija get married at a later date?”

“You told me that this Sofija was pretty upset when Viktor canceled the wedding,” said Harry.  “She’s probably not allowing anyone to say it’s canceled in hopes it happens eventually.  I’d be careful.”  Hermione sighed.  “Are you sure…you know… everything is ok?”

“Viktor and I are fine,” replied Hermione.  “His coach offered him a huge pay rise if he stayed with Bulgaria for one more year.  He says they have a good chance of winning the Cup this year.  He’s considering it, but he’s afraid that if we’re separated, his family, or Sofija’s family will try things to hurt our marriage.”

“Do you think they could do that?”

“I don’t think so,” said Hermione.  “It’s easy to say that now when we’re together.  Things could be different if we’re apart, like we would be during the week.  We’ll have the weekends during training, and then during the season he’ll travel. I just… I know that Viktor doesn’t think much of himself, and still acts shocked that I agreed to marry him but…I feel the same way.  He’s an international Quidditch star with groupies everywhere.  I’m not a very exciting person, and I don’t know much about Quidditch.   I still can’t believe he loves me.”

“Of course, he does,” said Harry.  “And speaking from a groupie standpoint, believe me- you have more to offer than any of them do.  There’s no comparison.  Ginny sometimes gets overwhelmed by the attention I get, but I just make sure that it’s her I pay attention to. Want some advice?”  Hermione nodded.  “Get out in front of the story.  Don’t let his family set the image of you two, and don’t let that Sofija get a story out either.  And get a two-way mirror.  Ginny and I have a pair that we use when she’s training.  Remember when Skeeter tried to run that story about me cheating on Ginny? We trust each other, but we both have periods of self-doubt and need reassurance.  The mirrors help.”

“Thanks, Harry,” said Hermione. “I’ll talk to Viktor.”

………

The Wedding is Off…but Another Wedding is On?

After speculations on the cancellation of the wedding of Viktor Krum and Sofija Zogrov, the Times is finally able to put some answers in place.

Viktor Krum has come out of hiding to announce that he canceled his wedding to Sofija Zogrov.  “I will not speak badly of Sofija,” states Krum.  “We were not a good match.”  He has since offered restitution to the bride’s family to show good faith.

He also took the time to announce that he has indeed married, to England’s Hermione Granger, a friend of Harry Potters whom he met when he was at Hogwarts competing in the Tri-Wizard Cup.  “I had already decided to cancel my wedding when Hermione and I ran into each other by chance while on holiday.  I have always deeply cared for her, and we decided to marry as a last-minute decision.” The new Mrs. Krum has taken recent employment as the Senior Researcher in a newly created division at England’s Ministry of Magic.  The question of team status arose during the announcement and Mr. Krum had this to say. “I plan on remaining with the Varna Vultures for at least one year.  After that, we shall see.” 

For those unaware, Hermione Granger was instrumental in the destruction of Lord Voldemort and has been a close friend of Harry Potter for years.  She graduated first in her class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after the war with an impressive Outstanding on nine NEWTS, the highest ever achieved by a muggle-born Witch. 

Mr. Krum’s parents and former fiancé declined to comment at this time.

Congratulations to the happy couple!

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“How could you Viktor?”  The man in question rolled his eyes and turned to face his mother, who had stopped by the flat unannounced. “How could you announce your marriage like that?  Now, it will be almost impossible to fix this.”

“There is nothing to fix, Mama,” explained Viktor.  He sighed heavily.  “If you don’t want to accept Myown, it will be your loss.  She’s a much better match for me than Sofija ever was.”

“Then why are you staying here?” asked Raina.  “If you’re so in love, why are you going to live in separate places?”

“Coach begged me to stay one more year,” said Viktor.  “He says we have a shot at the Cup- a real shot, but only with me.  Myown and I discussed it and have decided the best way to handle it for us.  We will still live together in England as often as we can.  She will be very busy with her career the first year anyway.  She is learning from a very celebrated magi-scientist that she has idolized for years, and who was brought in specifically to woo Hermione into the position.  I’m so proud of my wife, I could burst!”  He looked at his mother.  “What?”

“The Zogrovs are demanding that you and Sofija go to counseling,” she said.  “To work out your differences.”

Viktor laughed.  “No.”

“You owe it to our families to at least try,” exclaimed Raina.  “I came over here without your father because I was hoping to reason with you, and you treat me with disrespect like this?”

“What does Sofija want?” asked Viktor.

“She wants to try counseling as well,” said Raina.  “She admits that she made a mistake by talking to her friend that way, and she still wants to marry you.

“Mama, even if I wanted to, I entered a magical marriage.  It would destroy us both to undo it.  And I don’t want to marry Sofija.  I love Myown.  More than words.”

“There are ways around that,” said Raina.  “There are some methods…”

“Dark methods,” shouted Viktor.  “You would rather put me, your son in danger and possibly kill my wife instead of accepting that I married the person I chose?  What is wrong with you?”  He stalked over to the door.  “You need to leave before you say anything more.  I’ve already told you that if you force me to choose, I choose Myown.”

“I’m sorry, my son,” said Raina, a mournful note to her voice.  “I…I didn’t mean it.”

“I think you did,” said Viktor.  “And know this.  If you or Papa attempt to do anything to Myown, you will never see me again.”

………

 “Are you sure?” Viktor looked at Hermione with concern as she put her cloak on.  “The press is vaiting outside.”

“We can’t hide from them forever,” said Hermione.  “I’m used to it from the war, and it’s a nice day.  I’d like to see some more of where you are from.  Please?”  She looked pleadingly at Viktor, who chuckled and kissed her.

“How can I say no?”  He finished putting his coat on and glanced at his wedding ring again, admiring the design.  They had visited a jeweler while in Diagon Alley and found a ring for Viktor that he would be able to wear while playing Quidditch and had found a flexible ring made of a silvery material that shone.  It was exactly what he wanted and was proud to wear it.  He watched as Hermione glanced outside and watched the reporters sitting outside their flat before she pulled out her wand and cast a shield charm on herself.  It hurt him that she had to do this to be safe, but she didn’t complain, and he knew that her charm would be effective enough to safeguard her from just about everything.

Viktor had never been interested in Quidditch groupies at all, even in the beginning.  Sure, it was heady stuff, getting all that attention, but he grew weary of it after he learned he would have to watch his food and drink for love potions, and after his first girlfriend got hexed from the back while they were out to dinner.  He and Harry had talked about it at the New Year’s party for a while, as Harry sometimes found himself in the same boat, especially when it came to love potions.  “No one’s given Gin any trouble,” Harry said.  “Maybe because of the war, and the fact that she was in it- no one would dare.”

“I may have trouble with that,” replied Viktor.  “At home, the var vas known about, but not many get vat vas at stake.  And the heroes…vell, names vere reported, but it’s not like here.  I vorry that Myown vill be hurt.”

Harry watched Hermione as she talked with Bill and Ron.  “She can defend herself, don’t doubt that.  She’s skilled, and she has a creative mean streak.  But she startles easily.  I do too- I think it comes from living in a tent for a year, waiting to be caught.  Every noise gets bigger, more threatening.  Hermione never says anything, but well…does she have nightmares at all?”

“Not that I have seen,” answered Viktor.  “She has not spoken of it either.”

“She used to have bad ones,” said Harry.  “And Neville told me she almost hexed a fifth-year prefect for tapping her on the shoulder one day.  I know Katie has made Ron go to a mind healer, but Hermione and I…well, she went back to Hogwarts and I went right into Auror training. Training helped me, but Hermione, I don’t know how she’s doing, and she doesn’t talk about it.”  Harry hesitated before speaking again.  “Look, I know Ron and I talked to Hermione about your marriage but…well, she’s like a sister to me, and I want to look out for her.  You’ll treat her right?”

Viktor studied the young man for a moment, thinking about the things this man had already faced in his life.  “Alvays,” he said.  “I had hoped…vell, vhen I saw her at Fleur’s vedding, I vanted just to be near her again.  She is the only vun that has mattered.”

“Hermione said your parents hate her. Called her names.”

“Yes,” sighed Viktor.  “I am unsure how to fix that.  Myown, she vants to try and vin them over.  She says she doesn’t vant me to lose my parents, since she has lost hers.  I don’t know if it vill happen, but I von’t allow them to hurt her, in vords or deed.  She is my family now.”

Viktor thought about this as he watched Hermione stow her wand in her sleeve for easy access and grab her purse.  “Ready?” she asked, looking at Viktor. 

“Let’s go,” he said. 

……..

They had no trouble as they walked along aside from the reporters who were deftly ignored and Hermione was able to take in the sights of the beautiful city Viktor had grown up in.  While it was after the New Year, there were still markets open selling homemade goods and food, and Viktor took her through to see before heading to the Wizard section of his town.  Hermione had never had any Bulgarian specialties before, and Viktor indulged her with some of his favorites along with a mug of steaming hot chocolate. They strolled into the Wizarding section and Hermione looked around. “It’s not too different from Diagon Alley,” she observed. 

“Yes, they are quite similar,” said Viktor.  He took her hand and led her to a large building.  “Come, I vould like you to meet my coach.” 

…….

“Coach, this is my wife, Hermione,” said Viktor as the two shook hands.  “This is my coach, Gregor Penchey.”

“Ah, the infamous new vife,” said Coach.  “So, you are the vun stealing my Viktor avay.”  Hermione blushed, making the man chuckle.  “I joke,” he said, patting her hand.  “I vant my best player to be happy.  You make him happy.  And I thank you for your understanding and kindness about the team.”

“Of course,” said Hermione.  “Viktor’s career is just as important as mine.  It will be hard to be separated, but we’ll make it work.”

“Yes, I vill make sure he has time for you during training,” said Coach.  “Ve vant his head in the game.  You’ll come to games, yes?”

“Oh…” Hermione frowned.  “Yes, of course, when I can.  I start my new job soon you see, and I can’t predict my schedule, but I will be there as often as possible.”

“I take it you are not a Qvidditch fan?”

“Well, I watched the matches at school of course,” said Hermione.  “And I went to the World Cup the year you played Ireland.  My friend Ginny Weasley is playing for the Holyhead Harpies, so I imagine I’ll be going to more games in the future.”

“I think you marry the one voman who probably would have never heard of you if not for the Tournament and the Cup.  That’s good.”  He turned to Hermione.  “Viktor has warned you about Qvidditch fans?”  Hermione nodded.  Coach sighed.  “I’m afraid you two are in for a rough bit.  I don’t want to…” he hesitated as he searched for a word.

“Sugarcoat it?” provided Hermione.

Coach nodded.  “This vedding vas a big deal. I don’t think you understand how the vizard vorld here in Bulgaria sees young Viktor.  He has brought much honor to our country, and much attention.  His parents, and even I received many offers- for marriage, Qvidditch contracts, even as a…kept man?” He looked questioningly at Hermione, who nodded again.  “The fans tolerated Sofija Zogrov because she is from here.  Many female fans vill never be happy, but…well… blood runs deep here.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem with it,” said Hermione as she fidgeted uncomfortably with her scarf.

“I know Viktor,” said Coach.  “Maybe better than his parents.  He is happy.  You are…better for him.  I think you vill be exactly vhat he needs. Ms. Zogrov is lovely, somewhat intelligent, and Bulgarian, and completely wrong for our young man here.  No one plays Qvidditch forever, and Viktor is smart enough to realize that and take care of himself.  That young woman vould burn through his money in no time and leave him very lonely in the meantime.  You love him, and you are wise.  But not many vill recognize that.  They vill not see beyond your blood status.”

“That is vhy ve must live in England,” said Viktor.  “I vill not put her through that here.”

“You are prepared for your parents to disown you?” asked Coach.

“Yes.” Viktor’s answer was simple and honest.  “I do not need their money, nor vill any children ve have.”

Coach nodded.  “I’ll protect you as best I can,” he said.  “I do not vant to lose you, but I fear it is inevitable, and the people of this country will be to blame.”

………

The hex hit Hermione as they left the Ministry building.  It bounced off harmlessly thanks to Hermione’s strong shield charms, but it still made Viktor angry.  He caught the girl by the arm and marched her to an Auror who happened to be standing there.  “This person just hexed my wife, are you going to do nothing about it?”

The Auror looked at the girl and shrugged.  “Your wife is unharmed. It was just a bit of foolishness.”

“If Hermione had not cast a shield charm on herself before coming out here, she would have been seriously hurt.  Is that what has to happen for justice to be done?” fumed Viktor.  “The fact that we have to use shields at all should prove there is a problem.”  He glared at the girl whose arm he was still grasping, not caring that she was simpering at him like a fool.  “You do realize that Hermione is a national treasure in her home country, and if anything were to happen to her here, it would cause an international incident?  The British Minister for Magic flew on a thestral with her and fought alongside her in the war.  Do you think he would let something like this go?”

The Auror sighed and took the girl into custody.  “Please come along so we can get your statements.”

……….

They left the Auror office an hour later, Viktor still fuming.  Hermione took his hand in hers, trying to calm him.  “I should not have agreed to play for one more year,” Viktor said.  “I should not be bringing them honor.  You’re not hurt?”  He had checked her for injury right after she was hexed, and found nothing, but he felt helpless and needed to do something.

“I’m fine,” said Hermione.  She kissed his hand as they walked along.  “We’ll get through this year and see after that, all right?  I understand how you are feeling.  I feel like one of those wives who will get blamed if you perform poorly- it’s not a good feeling.”

“That won’t happen,” said Krum as he put his arm around her.  “I play for me.  Not for anyone else. I always have.”  Hermione nodded, knowing this was true, and remembering how he caught the snitch at the World Cup because he wanted to end the game on his terms.  Viktor loved to fly, and he loved to play and that was clear when she watched him, and she wondered how he would do in a pick-up game at the Burrow.  “But that does not mean I would not try to steal a kiss if you were at the game.”

………

The actions of that day triggered a nightmare in Hermione that night, the first she had experienced since she started sharing a bed with Viktor.  He held her close, calming her screams and wiping the sweat from her forehead, desperately wishing he could take her terrors away.  They hadn’t talked about it a lot, aside from Viktor mentioning what Harry had told him, and Hermione did not volunteer much information.  He watched over her as she fell asleep again, and he ran his fingers lightly over the scar on her arm.  Mudblood.  She kept it hidden most of the time, and he was certain his parents had not seen it, or that they even knew of it, not that it mattered to them.  He knew that Hermione hoped they would come around, and maybe they would, but she would always be an outsider to them.    

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“Hey Hermione, want to go catch a drink at the pub?” Ron had flagged her down as she made her way to the floo after work on Friday.

“I can’t,” she said as she hefted her bag on her shoulder.  “I’m catching an international floo to see Viktor for the weekend.”

“Oh.  Well, say hi for me.  And see if you can score me some tickets to a game yeah?”

“Ronald.”  Hermione grinned.  “I can’t just ask him for tickets.”

“I’m sure you can find a way to pay him,” said Ron, grinning slyly.

“You’re terrible!” cried Hermione.  “And you’ve been hanging out with your sister too much.”

“She wants game tickets too,” said Ron.  “I’m sure she’ll agree with me.”

“Ugh…you two,” said Hermione.  “I’ll see you at Sunday dinner. I should be back by then- I’ll let you know otherwise.”  She hugged Ron and took off for the floo.

………

The flat was quiet when Hermione arrived, and she checked the time, seeing that she had time to make dinner before Viktor arrived home.  As she was about to take her cloak off, she heard a voice.

“Viktor?  Is that you?”  Hermione frowned.  It was a distinctly feminine voice coming from their bedroom, and she felt her heart drop into her stomach.  She walked slowly to the bedroom, her wand drawn, in case someone was trying to throw her off and entered, wand first into the room.

On the bed, under the covers was a naked Sofija, who smirked at her.  “Oh, I thought you were Viktor.”  Hermione didn’t say anything.  She knew that the translation charm was still in effect, but she had no way of talking to Sofija aside from the broken Bulgarian she had been learning in her spare time.  Sofija did not speak English at all, so Hermione had no choice.

“What you do here?” demanded Hermione.

Sofija adopted a confused, coy expression.  “I don’t understand you,” she purred.  “I know you can understand me just fine, so let me tell you what’s been happening.  I’ve been sleeping with your husband since you’ve been gone.  Every night.  He regrets not marrying me now, so I wouldn’t get too comfortable if I were you.”

Hermione stared at her, unable to formulate what to say next.  It couldn’t be true- she and Viktor had talked via a two-way mirror every night when he returned from practice.  Hermione was usually finishing dinner when he called, and they would talk about their day, usually for about an hour before Viktor had a quick dinner, shower and then went to bed.  Her common sense was telling her that Sofija was lying.  They had a magical marriage, there was no infidelity.  But naked woman…  Viktor made every single effort to show Hermione how much he loved her.  Sofija…in his flat…naked.  He stopped talking to his parents for her.  How did she get in?  Does she have a key?  She backed away from the room, not sure what to do next when she felt arms encircle her from behind.  Yelping in surprise, she turned, wand out to find Viktor, a shocked expression on his face.

“Myown, vut…I’m sorry I startled you.  Are you all right?” Hermione shook her head and pointed to the bedroom, unable to find her voice.  Viktor frowned and walked around Hermione towards the bedroom, stopping short at the door.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.  “How did you get in here?”

“Your parents gave me a key.  Viktor, aren’t you going to tell your little wife all about us?”  Sofija smiled up at him, a soppy lovesick expression on her face.  “About how you’ve come to your senses?”

“Why would I sleep with you, when I have Myown?” asked Viktor.  “There is no choice between the two of you.  Myown wins, every time.”

Sofija looked at the angry man standing by the bed and at the woman behind him.  Hermione didn’t say anything, but she was in tears and still clutching her overnight bag.  “If you ever want your parents to speak to you again, you’d sever the bond and get back together with me.”

“My relationship with my parents is between me and them.  If they don’t want to accept Myown, then that is on them.” Viktor declared.  “They are the ones losing out.  Not me.  Now you tell her the truth.”

Sofija shrugged and got out of bed.  Unashamed of her nudity, she walked over to where she had placed her clothing and started to dress, her eyes on Viktor the whole time.  “I don’t get it, Viktor.  Look at her and look at me.  Who do you think would be a more appropriate wife to you?  Your fans would at least accept me since I am Bulgarian and pure-blooded.  I’ve been prepared my whole life to be the wife of a pure-blood aristocrat, and I know how to carry myself in our social circle.  What does she have to offer?”

“Love.”  Viktor put his arm around Hermione and drew her close.  “Kindness.  Intelligence.  Decent conversation.  She’s her own person with her own career. Myown loves me for who I am- not for what I do or how many galleons I make.  She’s the best person I know. Even if I didn’t have her in my life, I would never choose you.  I would rather spend the rest of my life alone.”

Sofija paled and glared at Hermione.  “This is all your fault.”  She lunged at Hermione, who shot a levicorpus at her, and snarled as she hung helplessly upside down.  “Put me down.  You stole my husband you home-wrecker!”

“She did nothing of the kind,” retorted Viktor.  “Now, if Hermione puts you down, will you leave peacefully, or will I have to call the Aurors?”

“Like they’d do anything for a Mudblood,” spat Sofija. 

Viktor took a deep breath, willing himself to not harm her.  “Once again, will you leave peacefully, or do I need to call the Aurors? I suspect that harassing the seeker for the Bulgarian National Quidditch team, and his war-heroine wife will get some results.”

“Fine.  I’ll leave,” grumped Sofija.  “It’s your loss.”  Hermione waved her wand and Sofija fell in an ungraceful heap on the floor.  She grabbed the rest of her things and flounced out of the flat.  Hermione took a deep breath and slumped against the wall.

“I’m sorry,” said Viktor.  He brushed a curl from Hermione’s cheek, unsure of what else to say.  Would this be too much for her?  She had put up with so much in her life- from back during the Tri-Wizard Tournament to the war to now, how much would be too much for her?

“It’s not your fault,” said Hermione, wiping the tears from her cheeks.  “I’m all right.”

“I have never slept vith her.”  Viktor’s statement was simple.  Declarative.

“I know,” said Hermione.  She took a breath and straightened her shoulders before marching over to the bed to strip off the sheets.  “I’d burn this bed now if it was practical.  I can at least change the sheets.”  She busied herself with gathering what she needed, trying to keep her thoughts from adding to the doubts she already had about herself.  She stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. 

“Myown, stop for a moment.  Talk to me.”

She sat down hard on the bed, and Viktor sat down next to her, his arm around her.  “You’d think I’d have better practice in handling something like that.”

“Vhat do you mean?”

“I’ve had to fight ever since I found out I was a witch,” said Hermione.  “First, it was against those who thought muggle-borns were inferior.  Then there was the war.  The press was always awful to me- you remember.”  Viktor nodded, remembering the Daily Prophet’s treatment of her during the tournament.  “After the war, I thought it would finally die out after a while, but they were relentless.  None of us could get a moment's peace unless we were at a protected location. And now, well, I guess I know how Ginny feels. She’s had to deal with all kinds of bints throwing themselves at Harry since before the war was even over.  I never thought that would happen to me.”

“I vish I could make it stop,” said Viktor.  “I don’t want this to ruin us.”

Hermione looked at her husband.  Merlin, she adored him.  “It won’t,” she reassured him. 

A Woman Abandoned

Viktor Krum’s former fiancé and parents speak out.

This columnist was able to sit down with the lovely Sofija Zogrov and Viktor Krum’s parents for a one-on-three interview about the recent turn of events in their lives.

Ms. Zogrov, an exotically beautiful young socialite had known from her days at finishing school that she would be marrying Mr. Krum.  “Papa explained to me while I was still in school that my marriage would be arranged. It was my life’s dream to be his wife.”

“We had been planning for the wedding of the decade for a long time,” interjects Raina Krum, Viktor’s mother.  “You can only imagine how worried we were when Viktor suddenly left town only two weeks before the wedding.  We have to wonder if something didn’t cause it.”

When asked if they were implying that Viktor had been cursed or potioned, his parents simply shrugged.  “Anything is possible.  We’re told that Ms. Granger is very intelligent.”

This columnist learned from renowned biographer, Rita Skeeter that Ms. Granger has a habit of latching onto famous men, including the very same Mr. Krum when he was the competitor at the Tri-Wizard tournament held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he was in his last year of school.  Mr. Krum escorted Ms. Granger to the Champion’s Ball during the Yule season, which Ms. Granger was using in an attempt to turn the head of one Harry Potter. 

“Oh yes,” says Ms. Skeeter.  “Hermione Granger is an opportunist of the worst sort.  She flitted from hero to hero during and after the war- first Mr. Krum and Harry Potter himself, then Ronald Weasley and even Kingsley Shacklebolt.  Doesn’t miss a trick that one.”

Let’s hope that our beloved Mr. Krum comes to his senses and frees himself from the clutches of his blushing bride soon.

Krum Cursed?

Quidditch fans have been avidly following the pre-season scrimmages as they anxiously await the coming season, and have expressed their worry at the performance of our most famous player, Viktor Krum.

Krum, who spurned marriage to Bulgarian native Pure-blood witch Sofija Zogrov to marry British Muggle-born Hermione Granger, seems to be having trouble focusing and has lost the snitch in nearly every attempt since scrimmage season started. The speculation is that the distraction of his private life is causing problems with his teammates and coach and is affecting his overall performance.  Gossip among Quidditch fans is that his new wife is demanding Mr. Krum leave Bulgaria for her home country and that relations between the young couple have soured.

We at the Seeker Weekly hope that Mr. Krum can overcome his marital problems and score a win before the season starts or his place on the Bulgarian National Team could be called into question.

………

Viktor slammed the magazine down in a huff, making Hermione jump.  She read the article and frowned.  “Is this true?  Not the marriage part- but have you been missing the Snitch?”

Viktor sighed.  “Yes.”

“Is it…it’s not because of me is it?” Hermione fidgeted with the magazine and steeled herself for the answer.

“No, of course not,” said Viktor.  He got up and started pacing.  “I do not know vhy I keep missing it. I can keep my work and home separate.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” said Hermione. She watched him for a while.  “Did it just recently start?”

Viktor thought about it.  “I don’t know.  I think so.  I know last year there vere a few times where I thought I vould miss it but managed.”

“Have you been having trouble with anything else?  Reading?  Telly?”  She had seen him squinting when they had been reading at the Museum but had assumed it was the lighting. Maybe it wasn’t.

“Yes, I haff been having some trouble,” admitted Viktor.  “My eyes tire easily.” 

She thought a little longer and then sat up.  “Come on.”

“Vhere?”

“To the Quidditch pitch.”

When they arrived, she grabbed a pad of paper and marker from her bag and wrote some letters on it.  “Fly over to the other end and tell me if you can see the letters.”

Viktor took up his broom and flew a few laps around the pitch before looking in Hermione’s direction.  He could see the pad of papers in her hand but could not make out the letters.  He flew slowly toward her until he could see the letters clearly and he was only about twenty feet from Hermione.  He landed next to her.  “I could not see them until there,” he said, pointing to the spot.

“You need glasses Viktor, or you need to get your eyes fixed,” said Hermione.

“How could I let that happen?” he asked.  “I should have realized.”

“People usually never do until it’s pointed out,” said Hermione.  “It’s so gradual, it takes a while to notice.  We’ll go to the healers for confirmation and they can decide what’s needed.”

“Thank you, my Love,” said Viktor.  “How could I do this vithout you?”

Chapter Text

“Hey, Harry?”

Harry looked up to see Hermione standing nervously at his desk.  “Hey. You ok?”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure,” Harry put his paper down and gave her his full attention.  It wasn’t often Hermione asked for a favor, or looked this disconcerted, and he was worried.

“Well…Viktor’s season opener is next Saturday, and he’s reserved a box for me,” she explained.  “He doesn’t want me seated in the general seats because well…there’s been some issues.”

Harry nodded.  He didn’t read the paper much, but Ginny was an avid reader of Quidditch magazines and had told him of the things being said about Hermione and Viktor’s performance during the recent scrimmages.

“I was hoping that you, Ginny and Ron would come with me.  There are plenty of seats if George or anyone else wants to come along.”

“That’s the favor?  Go to a Quidditch match?”  Harry grinned.  “How many seats do you have?”

“Twelve,” said Hermione. 

“We can easily fill that just with Weasleys,” said Harry.  “Do you know who they are playing against?”

“Um….a green team.  I think.”

“Hermione,” Harry rolled his eyes.  “If you’re going to be married to the most famous Quidditch player of our time, you need to know something about the game, don’t you think?”

………

True to his word, Harry had the box filled for the first game of the season.  Charlie picked Hermione up and swung her around.  “Hey, old married lady.  How are things?  Hear you’ve been having some trouble.”

Hermione laughed as she righted her clothes.  “I’m ok, Charlie.  Nothing I can’t handle.  I just didn’t want to sit in here by myself, and I thought you’d all like to see a game.”  The whole Weasley clan aside from Molly and Fleur had come, and Katie and Angelina as well, and Hermione was glad to see them. 

“Nice digs here,” said George, as he arrived holding a drink.  “Buffet, drinks, the whole works huh?  Do the other team’s spouses get this kind of treatment?”

“I know the coach's wife has her own box- she offered for me to sit with her and her friends, but Viktor decided to splurge.  The other spouses have their seats.  Maybe eventually, I’ll move over by them if Viktor stays here.”

“They haven’t been rude to you have they?” asked Ron.

“No, they get it, and they’re all supportive of us. It’s just…”

“Just what?” asked Ron, his eyes narrowing. 

“There have been a few…incidents,” said Hermione.  “With Viktor’s fans.  I’m more protected here until things calm down.”

“Is this about that Seeker Weekly article?” asked Ginny.  Hermione nodded.  “His game has improved hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” said Hermione.  “It turns out that Viktor’s nearsighted.  We went to the healers after that article came out and they fixed him up.  He’s wearing goggles today since they just fixed his eyes, but his vision is perfect.  He caught the snitch within minutes at the last scrimmage.”

“So then what’s the problem?” asked Ron.

“I’m assuming that fans are not treating Hermione very well after that article,” said Ginny. 

“Is that true?” asked Harry.  “Hermione?”

“I’m fine,” said Hermione. 

“That’s not what we’re asking,” said Harry.  “Have you been hurt?”

“No.” 

“Shield charms?” Harry asked, crossing his arms.  Hermione bit her lip but wouldn’t answer.  “Hermione…”

“Yes, I have to use shield charms,” she finally said.  “But I’m not the only one.  Many girlfriends and wives get hexed at first until the fans get tired of it.  Viktor…well, he’s Viktor.  He has a lot of fans.  I haven’t been hurt, and Viktor has made sure that justice is done each time.  Once the season is underway, it will die down.”  She looked at Harry and saw he was fuming.  “Harry, it’s ok.  Really.  Being married to Viktor is worth it.”

Harry studied her for a while.  It was true that she was happy, even with living in different countries during the week.  That Hermione had done something as spontaneous as marrying Viktor in the first place was something he never would have expected and he chose to trust her judgment when she broke the news.  He had to trust her now.  He relaxed.  “Fine.  But I want you to promise me that you’ll inform me if anything big happens.  I’ll make sure Kingsley is aware of how you are being treated.”

“Let’s hope it won’t come to that,” replied Hermione.  She looked up as the horn blew and the teams took the field, and Harry smiled as he watched Hermione brighten at the sight of her husband on his broom.  Viktor was truly a sight to behold, and Hermione looked proud enough to bust as she watched him fly around the pitch.  Harry relaxed as the game started, and everyone settled in to watch the game. 

Viktor’s team was like a well-oiled machine, and they soon found themselves ahead by a large margin before Viktor caught the snitch, leaving the other team completely in the dust.  Hermione stood up, cheering loudly and ignoring the looks of surprise coming from the rest of the Weasley clan.  “Who is she and what’s she done with our Hermione?” whispered Ron as he and Harry stood up to clap.  Harry snickered as they watched Hermione grinning at Viktor with pride as he flew towards their box, the Snitch still flapping in his hand.  He leaned in to kiss her, and everyone in the box could almost hear the collective intake of breath as Viktor handed the Snitch to his wife.

………

“The interviews never seem to end,” said Hermione as they waited for Viktor to emerge from the locker room.  “I know they have reservations at a local club starting soon, so it shouldn’t be too much longer.”  Viktor had invited everyone to join the team for drinks after the game and aside from Arthur, they were all waiting near the locker rooms for the team to emerge.  Hermione looked around and spying a loo nearby, excused herself. 

As she was washing her hands, she felt a hex hit her from behind, but given her shield charm, it did not affect her.  She turned to find Sofija standing near the door, wand in hand, and she sighed.  “I’m not interested in getting into it with you today, Sofija.  Today is Viktor’s day.”  She walked past but was stopped as a powerful curse hit her from behind, obliterating her shield and throwing her to the ground with a scream.  Hermione turned quickly while pulling her wand from her sleeve and threw up another shield just in time before she was hit with the Cruciatus curse.  It could not deflect the curse completely and Hermione screamed again as she rolled away and threw her curse back at Sofija, knocking the wand out of her hand. Despite the pain, Hermione scrambled to grab the wand before Sofija could take it, but her hands were shaking too badly to grasp it, though she did manage to push it further away.  She was aware of the pounding at the door and realized that Sofija must have locked it before hexing her, but she found herself unable to do anything about it as she was caught up in the struggle for Sofija’s wayward wand.  A moment later, the door was blown back and Harry and Ron ran in, wands out as they surveyed the scene.

“Hermione!”  Ron hurried to her side as Harry cast an incarcerous at Sofija, binding her with ropes as the young woman screamed in anger.  Hermione nodded toward the wand that she had managed to push away and Ron summoned it and handed it to Harry before turning his attention back to Hermione.  “Where are you hurt?” he asked her.  He could see her shaking and his stomach dropped as he recognized the sign of the Cruciatus curse.

“I’m okay,” reassured Hermione.  “I shielded from most of it, but I couldn’t fight it off completely.  Help me up.”

“Stay down, Hermione,” said Harry.  “We’ll get someone to check you over first.  Ron, go summon the Aurors.”  Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag, putting Sofija’s wand inside and sealing it.   “This will prove that we didn’t mess with it,” he said.  He looked down at Hermione.  “Are you in pain?”

“A little,” said Hermione.  “I’ve had worse.  I’d prefer to not be lying on a bathroom floor.”

“I know,” said Harry.  “We’ll get you out of here as soon as…” He was interrupted by the arrival of Ron and the Aurors who immediately took control of the situation.  A translator approached Harry and Hermione with one of the Aurors who was firing off questions in rapid Bulgarian. Harry handed over the bagged wand and explained the situation to the translator and asked that a medic be sent to look Hermione over, while the Head Auror spoke with Sofija, who was still bound up in ropes.

It made Hermione’s head hurt, everyone seemed to be talking at once, and she just wanted to go home.  She looked up as the Head Auror advanced on her.  “You are Krum’s vife, yes?” Hermione nodded.  The Auror cleared his throat.  “Yes, vell, Ms. Zogrov claims that you attacked her and that she vas defending herself.  Is this true?”

Hermione frowned and looked at the translator.  “I was in here by myself when Ms. Zogrov closed and locked the door.  She tried to hex me and I tried to leave.  She threw a curse that took down my shield, but I was able to restore my shield right before she hit me with the Cruciatus.  I managed to curse the wand from her hand, and then Ron and Harry came in.  I did not start this.”  She waited as the translator spoke with the Auror and found herself getting angry at the dubious look on the Auror’s face.  “I’ll provide the memory, right now, in front of you so you can see it’s not been tampered with,” she stated, her voice shaking with anger.  “Ask if she would do the same.”

“Ms. Zogrov is a pureblood of high societal standing,” repeated the translator after the Head Auror finished speaking.  “I highly doubt she would…”

“Hermione is a war hero, and beloved in our country,” retorted Harry Potter.  He stood toe to toe with the Auror and crossed his arms.  “Collect those memories, make them take veritaserum, whatever.  I can guarantee you that Hermione is telling the truth.”  The two men continued to glare at each other as Viktor hurried in.

“Myown…vut happened?”  He knelt next to his wife and began to check her over.  “Shall I call for the team medic?”

“If it will make everyone feel better, yes,” said Hermione.  “I’m fine.”  Viktor turned and saw a trussed-up Sofija and then turned to the Auror who was currently glaring at Harry.  “Vhat did she do?”

“Mrs. Krum claims that Ms. Zogrov attacked her and used the Cruciatus curse,” said the Auror.  “We’re still trying to determine if that is vat happened.”

“And I’ve told him to get their memories,” spat Harry.  “But he refuses.”

“Why do you refuse?” demanded Viktor.  “My vife would not lie.”  He crossed his arms and glared at the Auror, who began to look uncertain.  “You realize, of course, that I could contact Minister Shacklebolt and get him involved, yes?  Do you vant that?”

“Fine.”  The Auror produced a vial and knelt by Hermione.  “Your memory please?”  Hermione withdrew the memory from her head and floated it towards the bottle and watched as it was capped and tested for tampering. 

“Now, I am going to take Myown to the medic and then I am taking her home,” said Viktor.  “I vill expect that there will be repercussions and that we will be contacted tomorrow for our statements.

Quidditch Victory

The Varna Vultures obliterated the Plovdiv Panthers in the Quidditch season opener last evening.  Viktor Krum, back in fighting form, led his team to a substantial victory, paving the way for what we hope is a successful season.

When asked about the rough time he had in training, he explained that his wife discovered that he needed his eyes fixed and had it taken care of before the first official game.  “My eyesight is better than ever thanks to my observant wife,” he noted. 

The victory was almost overshadowed by events happening behind the scenes after the game ended.  A triumphant Krum handed the game-winning snitch to his wife as she sat in a private booth with friends and family only to find her attacked a while later.  Mrs. Krum was visiting the restroom while waiting for her husband when she was cursed from behind by none other than Sofija Zogrov, Viktor Krum’s former fiancé. 

Mrs. Krum managed to protect herself and was checked over by the team medic and found to be uninjured.  Ms. Zogrov was also uninjured but was arrested for the use of an Unforgiveable, and assault as well after a review of memories and wands by Aurors.

Ministers for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Desya Kostova have issued the following joint statement.

“It has come to our attention that Hermione Granger Krum has been the subject of rumors and abuse by the Bulgarian people due to her marriage to Varna Vulture Seeker, and Bulgarian National Seeker Viktor Krum.

Mrs. Krum is a British National heroine due to her role in the downfall of the Dark Lord, Voldemort, and to show her disrespect is to show disrespect to the British People, and to Mr. Krum, who also fought in the Battle of Hogwarts.  This behavior will no longer be tolerated, and any future incidents will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.”

Viktor Krum has also announced his intention to finish the season with his current team and will play in the World Cup if he is chosen as a member of the Bulgarian National team.  He is currently in talks with Puddlemere United to join their team next year.  “I will join my wife, who is currently employed as a Senior Researcher at the Ministry of Magic in London, a position created just for her due to her brilliant mind and record number of NEWTS.  It has also become clear that she will not be accepted here, by my fans or my family, so it is best to go where her family is.”

When asked about losing Viktor Krum, Varna Vulture Coach Gregor Penchey had this to say.  “Of course, losing Viktor will be a huge blow to the team, but his happiness must come first.  His wife makes him happier than I’ve ever seen him, and I can’t fault him for wanting to be with her.”

To say that Mr. Krum's contribution to the sport of Quidditch is an understatement and his participation is what put us into the news.  We wish Mr. Krum and his wife luck in the future.

Chapter Text

“My parents vish to meet vith me.” Hermione looked up from her book in surprise.  “Vith us, actually.”

“With both of us?” Hermione frowned.  She wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. “When?”

“As soon as ve can,” replied Viktor.  “I could go by myself if you like.”

“No,” sighed Hermione. “I’ll go.  I don’t want them to have more to hold against me if I don’t.  I just wish I was better at speaking Bulgarian.  I’m sure they’ll hold it against me because I can’t.”

“It vill be fine,” said Viktor.  “You have so much to do already vith your job.  I don’t expect you to learn my language perfectly in so short a time, or at all.  That you have tried just makes me love you more.”

………

Petar opened the door to find his son and his…wife waiting to be let in.  He nodded and stepped aside, observing Hermione as Viktor led her into the living room where Raina was waiting.  The young couple took a seat as Viktor’s parent sat across from them looking visibly uncomfortable.

“You can understand us?” demanded Petar to Hermione.  “Can you speak?”

“She can understand, Papa,” said Viktor.  “She is not fluent yet, but she is learning as fast as she can.”

“Tell us about this job.”  Petar crossed his arms, preparing to hear about some lowly secretarial position that this girl was working.

Hermione began to speak with Viktor interpreting.  “The Ministry for Magic has a department called the Unspeakables, which works on top secret projects.  No one is particularly certain what they do, but the projects they are involved with often end up being used in some way, shape or form by the Ministry.  In the past, the projects would be handed over to various department heads and it was up to that person to adapt the project in the way they saw fit, and that is something that many of them do not have time for, and many projects ended up not being utilized to their fullest potential.  I was originally going to work for the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures, but Minister Shacklebolt decided to create a department that would take over the implementation of the Unspeakable’s projects throughout the departments.  I am working with the most renowned Magi-Scientist Adelle Goldhorn.  She’s been a personal hero of mine for a long time and Kingsley brought her back for a year specifically to mentor me before I take over the entire department.”  Hermione blushed at going on for so long and so enthusiastically, but she loved her job.  “Kingsley said I could probably be Minister for Magic myself in ten years or so.”

“And what about children?” demanded Raina.

“We will worry about that when the time comes, Mama,” said Viktor.

“A good wife stays home and keeps house,” announced Raina.  “My Viktor deserves an attentive wife, not one who is more interested in a career than she is keeping house.”

“But that is not who I am,” cried Hermione. “I…No disrespect, Mrs. Krum but…”  She struggled to find the words until Viktor took over.

“Mama that is not what Myown is meant for,” he said.  “She was meant to do great things.  She has ever since she started school.  For her to be a housewife would be a waste of her talents and a loss to the magical community."

"Nonsense.”  Raina waved her son off. “That is what charity work is for.  That is what I do and there is nothing wrong with that.  Are you implying that I am unintelligent?”

“Not at all…” Hermione looked at Viktor helplessly.  “Charity work takes a great deal of skill, diplomacy and organizational talent. I just…I need more than that.”  She could see that she was getting nowhere and wasn’t sure what else to say since her mother-in-law was bound to take offense at anything.

“Mama, if it's fine with me, it should be fine with you,” said Viktor.   “We’ll have to agree to disagree.  Just know that Myown makes me very happy and that I am proud of her work.  Many witches work outside of the home now.”  He looked at his parents.  “Is this why you asked us to come over?  To berate my wife about her job?”

“We want you to drop the charges against Sofija,” said Petar.  “Her parents are very unhappy that you are pressing charges against her and want it taken care of.”

“We are doing nothing,” said Viktor.  “It’s out of our hands.  It’s the Bulgarian Ministry that is bringing her up on charges, not us.”

“They are doing so at the behest of the British Ministry,” said Petar. “To avoid a diplomatic mess.  I’m sure your wife can use her friendship with the British Minister to get this unfortunate incident dropped.”

“Unfortunate incident?” Viktor stood up.  “She tried to use an unforgiveable on my wife.  For what?  Because she was a jealous child who is not used to not getting her way.”

“So you want her to end up in prison?” asked Raina.  “A fine young woman of her social standing does not belong in prison.”

“That fine young woman should not have done what she did,” fumed Viktor.  “I can’t ask Myown to use her friendship with the Minister that way.  And Sofija deserves to be punished.”

“I’ll ask,” interrupted Hermione.  “I’ll talk to Kingsley, but I can’t guarantee anything.  Harry told me that this made the news in England and people are pretty upset.  I don’t want anyone taking it out on Viktor because of it.  He must come before Sofija.”

“Are you sure?” Viktor sat back down and took Hermione by the hand.

“Yes,” said Hermione.  “I don’t think the charges will get dropped, but an appropriate sentence can be negotiated that will not involve prison time.  What this is, I can’t say.  Not until I talk to Kingsley.”

“I’ll leave it to you,” said Viktor.  He turned back to his parents.  “What else?  It’s obvious that you do not like my wife…”

“She is taking you away from your family!” Petar stood, incensed that his son was talking back to him.

“You are driving me away,” stated Viktor.  “Your refusal to accept my wife, your encouraging Sofija to pursue me though I do not want her.  I can stand it no longer.  I am your son.  I have never done anything to bring you shame.  I have brought nothing but honor to this family, and even more so by marrying the one girl who loves me for being just Viktor Krum and not Viktor Krum, Quidditch champion.  I would think you would be happy about this- that I found genuine love and will be happy.”

“Viktor, you know very well that marriage is a duty for people like us,” said Raina.  “It is our honor to continue not only the family line but our magical heritage.”

“Myown is magically more powerful than Sofija could ever hope to be,” replied Viktor.  “If this was just about magical heritage, then you would be falling at her feet in gratitude for marrying me.”  He heaved a sigh.  “Look, Myown needs to return to England for her work, and I have early practice tomorrow. I am done with this conversation.  Either accept our marriage or leave our lives.”

Viktor took Hermione by the hand and led her to the front door, leaving his silent parents behind. 

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Epilogue
“I think this is the last box of books,” said Ginny as she tapped a box with her wand to return it to normal size. She looked around the new house that the Krums had purchased and smiled. It’s coming together nicely.”
Hermione laughed. “Just be grateful we don’t have to move the muggle way. Hiring a truck or service and having to carry all the boxes in and unpack them by hand. I love magic.” She grabbed the next box and with a wave of her wand sent a bunch of dishes toward the cabinet. Hermione had found the lovely home in Godric’s Hollow not far from Harry and Ginny and after showing it to Viktor via their two-way mirrors, they had agreed and purchased it. She couldn’t wait until they were both settled in and living their new life together.
“So, when do we leave for Italy?” asked Harry as he unshrunk another box.
“Well, Viktor arranged a few special portkeys for us around noon tomorrow,” said Hermione. “We won’t have to get up at the crack of dawn and walk for hours this time. And since we’re considered VIPs, we can bypass check-in and land right in our quarters.”
As promised, Bulgaria had played their way right to the World Cup and he had invited Harry and all the Weasleys and Neville Longbottom to be his guests. Once the cup was over, Viktor would be bringing his things to the house and settling in until the new season started.
“Are his parents going to be there?” asked Ginny.
Hermione hesitated. “I think so,” she said. “He did invite them. I just hope they don’t bring Sofija.”
“Don’t tell me they’re still trying to get them together.” Ginny crossed her arms and Hermione could just see the gears turning with possible hexes.
“Sofija is convinced that Viktor intervened on her behalf over the whole bathroom incident and that he still wants her.” She rolled her eyes. She hadn’t gotten Kingsley to drop the charges because Sofija had attempted to use an unforgiveable curse, but she had managed to keep her out of prison. Sofija’s family had to pay a hefty fine, not only to the Ministry but restitution to Hermione as well. That money had made a significant contribution to the purchase of their new home, so they splurged on a larger home with a few extra bedrooms.
“Well, I believe that Kingsley will be in our box as well, so they’ll have to mind their manners, won’t they?” said Ginny. “And I can always hex them when he’s not looking.”
…
“This is nice,” said Ron as he looked around the plush hotel that players, families and their guests were given for the World Cup. “A bit of a step up from the tents yeah?”
Hermione laughed. “Definitely. But those are way better than muggle tents. Those don’t have expanded interiors.”
“At all?” Ron grimaced, picturing the tents with only enough room for a person with no loos. “What’s happening now?”
Hermione looked at the schedule Viktor had given her. “They are having a small reception for players and their significant others tonight. I guess you all will be on your own for dinner.” Ron nodded. “Then tomorrow, of course, is the game. After that, everything depends on how long the game goes.”
“How is Viktor? Is he nervous?” asked Ron.
“If he is, he’s not showing it,” said Hermione. “The Vultures were undefeated this year, and three of the National team are from there. He’s pretty confident.” It had amazed Hermione how much the press and fans had changed towards her after the Vultures started winning. There was still the occasional female fan who would throw herself at Viktor, but most of them treated her well aside from an undercurrent of resentment because Viktor would be moving to an English team after the season was over, but most conceded that marrying Hermione Granger had a positive effect on Viktor’s gameplay.
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Hermione and her family arrived early to their box the next day and took in not only the excellent view of the pitch but also the opulent comfort they would be surrounded by for the whole game. A bar, a buffet of excellent food with some small tables and rows and rows of seats. Viktor had made sure they were all outfitted with Bulgarian National fan souvenirs, but Ron and Harry presented Hermione with a small box, grinning mischievously.
She opened it to find a Viktor Krum figure, very similar to the one Ron had purchased at the World Cup and had later destroyed. She laughed as she examined it, watching it walk to and fro in her hand, and she ignored the jokes from the boys about finally having Viktor right where she wanted him. Her mood abated as she saw Petar and Raina enter, Sofija following closely behind. The three of them glared back at Hermione but said nothing and took seats as far away from them as possible.
“If she mentally challenged you think?” whispered Harry. “She can’t think she still has a chance.”
“Probably inbred,” muttered Hermione as she greeted Kingsley, who kissed her cheeks.
“I can have her thrown out,” whispered Kingsley. “I’m not happy with the fact that she’s here.”
“No need,” replied Hermione. “I’m not against knocking her out again if she tries anything.” The three of them laughed and then looked Sofija’s way as she tried to burrow herself into her seat.
“Come on,” said Kingsley, “Let’s get something to eat before the game starts.”
……
It was a thrilling game, and though Hermione had not been a huge Quidditch fan in her younger years, she had developed an appreciation for it since she had been to so many professional games. She kept her eyes peeled on her husband for the entire time and cheered wildly when he caught the game-winning snitch after three hours.
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Basking in the glow of the win, Viktor walked proudly into the reception the following evening with his beautiful wife on his arm. His parents approached them quietly, congratulating Viktor on his win. “Ve have decided that ve vill accept this union,” declared Petar. It had become painfully obvious to the pair that Sofija was no longer in the picture for Viktor and that if they wanted to still have a son, they would have to accept his wife.
“Thank you, Father,” said Viktor. “I’m glad you’ve changed your mind. I hope you will consider visiting us in England. Ve bought a house and are just moving in.”
Raina snorted. “And who vill clean it when you are both vorking?” she snapped.
“We will,” replied Hermione coolly. “My Mum and Dad managed and they ran their office together as well. It’s possible.” She stared Raina down, trying not to roll her eyes in disdain.
“Ve’ll see,” muttered Raina. “Come, Petar. I’m tired and vould like to go home.” The older couple nodded at Viktor and Hermione and stalked out of the room.
“Well, it’s a start,” said Hermione. She knew that they would always be cold towards her, but she knew they would not see each other often, and that she could tolerate a few visits a year. Maybe grandchildren would help when the time came.
Viktor pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. While he knew that they would still have trying times with his parents, he was certain that the worst was behind them, and that in a few days, they would be in their own home and ready to start their new life together.

FIN