Chapter 1
Surprises can come when you least expect them to. People can always surprise you especially when they are not in home base... and we are not in London anymore.
July 11th 2014
Hermione was deep in sleep with a strong arm wrapped around her stomach. When a loud knock on her bedroom door woke her up. Who in Merlin could be knocking so early and loudly? "Mama! Mama! Emergency!" an impatient voice yelled. Hermione got up as quickly as she could.
But to her surprise her husband got to the door faster. Damn does quidditch reflex. "Oh my. Ummm dear we have a little problem." the voice of her husband said, turning around to look at her.
"Make those two problems. Ivan, get in here!" the strong accent of her husband ripped through the house they had rented.
Hermione tried to find a band to tie her hair up but the band she found broke. When she went to the mirror she noticed her curls had grown twice its normal frizz. The giggles of a young boy made her look behind her.
To see her daughter's arms folded in front of her and her face mad at her brother. Hermione's daughter's hair looked just like hers. Her husband was scolding their son in their second language. "Sowwy Emi." her son told his sister. Who just kept pouting and huffing.
Oh Emiliya might look like Hermione but she had all the vanity and temper of her father. "My hair mommy. Help." Emiliya demanded. But her husband just shook his head. "Sorry my little tulip. But mama also needs help with her hair." he informed his daughter
"Go get dress my tulip. I will take you and your mama to the salon. Have Petia pull your hair in a braid." Emiliya left trying to pull her hair back. But when she couldn't, Ivan held her hair back and followed after her.
Hermione looked up from her dressing room. Hearing what her husband had just said. "Viktor, we can't just walk into a salon. Wizarding Brazil is full for the Quidditch Finale." Hermione said.
Chuckling Viktor wrapped one arm around her waist. While the other held her hair up. Viktor started kissing his wife's neck. Making her turn her head back to give him more access. "Just you wait till I win the Quidditch Cup. I will finally be able to beat your hoop with my bat." Viktor told her in her ear, making Hermione all but moan.
Merlin when did she start finding quidditch references sexy. She hated it when Ron talked dirty to her. But when she started sleeping with Viktor. She loved it when he talked dirty to her. Maybe it was his deep voice, accent or everything.
It had been almost a week. Since they hadn't been together physically. All due to the strict rules of the coach. But win or lose Hermione was getting to ride her husband's broom stick.
"I will go owl the salon right now. Go and get dress moya. Our little tulip will be banging your door soon." Viktor said, kissing her neck one final time. As she saw her husband leave through the mirror, she noticed two things.
One Viktor had braided her hair. Something Viktor had done for her when she had been so pregnant, she hadn’t been able to do it herself.
Second, her horny husband had left a love bite on her neck. She would have to glamore it before leaving. Or her neck would be on the front page of all wizarding newspapers come morning.
Hermione was putting on her shoes. When the door to her bedroom opened. Her beautiful cranky four year old daughter came in Emiliya’s hair had been pulled into a braid. Petia had done a great job. Petia was still their free house elf and was raising her twins as she had raised Viktor.
"Mama you ready. Papa has the floo ready." Emiliya informed her. "Okay Liya I am all set. Let's go get pretty for daddy." Hermione told her daughter. Emiliya was either called Emi, Liya, or Tulip but only by Viktor.
"Papa, said we are already the most beautiful witch in all the world." Emiliya said tilting her little head up. Oh Godric, Emiliya was so boastful. Nodding Hermione took her daughter's hand and headed out.
"There are my beautiful witches. Your appointments are already set. Now you two go get your beautiful curls under control. While I take Ivan to the pitch. We will meet for lunch later." Viktor said, he kissed his tulips head and Hermione on the lips before they left.
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Hermione and Emiliya arrived at Stefan's restaurant. An Indian restaurant in Brazil owned by Parvati and her husband Stefan. They had met at Yule Ball after Harry had been a horrid date. Parvati and Stefan had reconnected after the war when Hermione and Viktor started dating.
Heading into the restaurant. Emiliya ran to her godfather's arm. "Liya there is my little moya and there is the golden snitch." Stefan said. Making Hermione laugh and hug him.
"Keep it up or I will tell your wife. Only Vik can call me his golden snitch." Hermione teased. "Oh don't worry Hermione. I will keep him in line. Don't I dear." Parvati said, coming in from the kitchen.
Stefan just shrugged, "What can I say, us Durmstrang men love our lioness." he said kissing his wife and rubbing her belly. They were expecting their first born due in two months. A girl that was going to be named Padma in honor of Parvati twin, who had died in the war.
"Well, I will see you three for lunch later. But right now Liya and I got to get our curls tamed. This Brazilian heat is doing wonders to our hair." Hermione said sarcastically.
Emiliya was super excited to get her hair fixed. That she all but skipped to the salon four stores down. They were walking at a fast speed until Emiliya bumped into a tall red headed woman. Who looked down at her with a sneer.
"Sorry dama." Emiliya told the older woman. But when Hermione reached her daughter she saw who the woman was. "What are you doing here Granger?" the voice of her ex-best friend asked.
"Hello Ginevra how have you been? I am surprised you are here too." Hermione told Ginny. Emiliya turned to look at the red headed woman. She was taller and skinnier then her mommy. The tall red headed was also wearing a dress that didn't have enough fabric, maybe she didn't have enough money for more.
"You know my mama?" Emiliya asked but Ginny just huffed.
Ginny pulled her perfect red hair to the side. "Of course I am here. I am the head journalist for The Profit sport section. I am going to go interview the Bulgarian Seeker. You remember your ex. The man you let go but what can I say you never knew how to hold a man down." she said with a wicked smile.
Emiliya smiled at the mention of her papa. "You like quidditch? You fan of number seven?" But Ginny just rolled her eyes ignoring the small girl in front of her.
"You should teach your child to not talk. When grown up are talking. But I am not surprised a child without a father would have manners. You really have lowered yourself since Ron left you. Look at yourself, Granger poor and unkempt. I didn't think your hair could get any worse but apparently you could." Ginny said.
Making Hermione lift her head. "Apparently you haven't changed Ginevra. Is so upsetting that being a journalist, you don't get your facts right. But working for the Profit what could be expected. Now if you excuse me, we have somewhere to go." Hermione said walking past Ginny holding Emiliya’s hand.
"Keep walking away Granger. I am going to capture myself a quidditch husband. I bet Krum loves redheads." Ginny shouted as she saw her ex friend leave.
Emiliya just turned around to see the redheaded woman appropriate. "Mama, why did that lady talk about Papa like that?" she asked. Hermione stopped outside the salon and went to her daughter's eye level. "Don't worry Liya, she was just trying to make me mad. Now come on, let's go get beautiful." Hermione said.
The salon that Viktor had picked was super high class. White walls with marble floors and gold mirrors with black leather chairs. Damn why didn't Viktor tell her to wear one of her collections. She had worn denim shorts a soccer jersey. While Emiliya wore a simple floral dress.
Hopefully they wouldn't get kicked out or assume they were poor like Ginny had imagined. A beautiful dark skin woman with long dreadlocks came up to them.
"Olá, bem-vindo." the woman said in portugués. Hermione smiled softly damn portugués was not one of the languages she knew. "Hi sorry English." Hermione said shyly.
But the woman nodded and looked at her list. "Of course who are you? Do you have an appointment?" the woman asked. “Hello, I am Hermione Krum and this is my daughter. My husband owl to make an appointment.” Hermione said.
The woman smiled and clapped her hands. "Ah yes Mrs. Krum, welcome. Yes, your husband owl us. Telling us your hair and his little girl's curls need our help." the woman told them, gesturing for them to follow her.
"Yes, the Brazilian heat has done severe damage to our hair." Hermione said as a tall male wizard gestured for them to sit down. The hair stylist reminded her of Blaise Zabini but his name was Paul.
"Oh we must work quickly. Don't worry about a thing chula. We will make your curls beautiful and this little chula too. You both will look fantastic for the big game, even when Brazil wins." he said smiling.
Emiliya pouted and shook her head making her curls look like a lion's mane. “Nooo, my papa will win, he is the best Seeker ever.” the young girl said, making Paul laugh.