Chapter Two
Evening
Viktor was brushing his hair back getting ready to head off to the interview with the Profit. He didn't want to give the Profit an interview, since he had a bad relationship with them. They hadn't just been cruel to his wife but most of their journalists weren't profesional. He still remembered how that Skeeter witch had all but insinuated to sleep together.
But his new manager had told him it would be good publicity. Especially since he was going to announce his permanent retirement.
Thankfully Ivan had been taken by his teammates to fly around the pitch, while he suffered. With a final sigh he looked down at his wedding ring and smiled. He had blessed whatever god had brought Hermione back to his life.
They had a very private life back home and he loved it. He knew what the war had done to his wife. How she couldn't step outside her house without everything being seen and critiqued. Bulgaria things were much more different and private.
Walking into one of the Brazilian stadium conference rooms, Viktor thanked Merlin the room was under a cooling charm. Thankfully the private bleachers were also going to be under the cooling charms or his kids would suffer.
Thanks to Hermione and Natasha, one of his teammates' wives. The two witches had invented the anti-spy mirror charm. Where all family private boxes would have their box black out. The teammates' family members could see out but no one could see inside the box. Making the family have privacy from the press.
Hermione and Natasha started working on the charm, when the Profit took a private picture of Natasha's son without her permission. After that night the witches started working on private mirrors for the following season.
The first stadium was Bulgaria and the following teams followed suit. Of course this added a small fortune for both witches. This was the main reason why no one knew of his marriage to Hermione or knew about their kids. Even when he married Hermione and had children, he was no longer playing they still had season tickets. Going to as many games as possible.
But any good reporter would know he was married and had kids. Even if the details were private, many reporters knew he was a married wizard.
The door clicked open and a tall redheaded witch came walking in. “Hello Viktor, how have you been? You do remember me right, I am Ginny Weasley.” Ginny said as she walked over to him, handing him her left hand.
Viktor squinted and took the young witch's hand. “Oh yes, you were one of the youngest witches at the ball. Ronald Weasley's sister right?” Viktor said just shaking her hand but not kissing it.
“Yes that was me but I am not so little anymore.” she said, taking a seat next to him and folding her legs in front of him. Viktor just chuckled and shook his head. Not this again another witch who was trying to hit on him.
Sure Viktor was no stranger to witches and even wizards who tried to sleep with him. But most of them noticed his wedding ring rather quickly. But he had heard about this witch, how she had tried to marry into a rich wizard and Viktor wanted to know how far she would go.
He could see the witch was wearing a short revealing red dress and had crossed her legs to show them off. He could laugh if he wasn't so invested to see what she would do. Viktor could care less if a vella would walk by. He would never cheat on his wife, he loved Hermione with all his heart.
“Shall we get started? I do have more interviews after this one.” Viktor said very well knowing it was a lie but he had lunch plans with his family and friends before the game. He wanted to have some down time with his wife and children.
“Of course Viktor…” Ginny said but was cut short. “Krum. We are not friends and this is a professional visit. So Ms. Weasley please begin.” Viktor said in a calm business tone.
It was obvious the jab stung but Ginny just shrugged it off and nodded. “Of course Mr. Krum, well first of all congratulations on getting to the World Cup many of your fans had lost all hope to see you play again.
Does quidditch still mean the same to you as it did when you started?” Ginny asked.
“I got on the team when I was eighteen and was still a student at Durmstrang. That became one of my biggest achievements in my life but after eight years the game became no longer fun. So I retired and became a businessman. Quidditch was my only love once but now it is fifth place.
Ginny asked her second question quickly. “In your last World Cup finals you decided to catch the snitch but your team lost the game.How have the ramifications from that game influenced you and your team as you prepare to enter this year’s World Cup?” she said. Viktor had started to think the witch was going to be professional so he let his guard down.
"Ireland had a very strong team and they deserved the win. But that dream of holding the World Cup trophy is still there. I want to win it before I die, to leave my mark in this world. We have trained hard and worked for long hours. When we haven't been training we been studying our opponents flying. Brazil is strong but Bulgaria is steel and we will take the trophy home. ” Viktor explained.
Ginny nodded and wrote Viktor's answer down. “Following that answer, what does winning the World Cup mean to you? Is it for your team, fans or yourself?”
Viktor smiled involuntarily, “Well I could say it is for my fans or because of my family. But in reality it was because of me. I love quidditch. My house elf Petia said I learned how to ride a broom before I learned how to walk.” (chuckle)
“But winning the World Cup is the biggest accomplishment to any quidditch player. To me it has been a dream since I was a boy. My mother's water broke after Syria won in 1974. But I knew I wanted that trophy in Portugal when they won in 1978. The Portugalian Seeker gave me the winning snitch that night and I knew I wanted to win the World Cup as a Seeker. Tonight I will do it.” Viktor smiled but then turned serious when he saw how Ginny was staring at him.
Like a piece of meat.
Ginny nodded and stood up as she started to walk over to a still sitting Viktor. “Now a little more personal question. Do you like your woman shaved or all natural? On top or bottom?” she asked in her most sexual voice.
“What?” Viktor scolded in a low voice.
Ginny smiled and went to straddle Viktor's leg. “Come on Viktor your single, I am single we are here alone with this huge table. Why don't you take out your broom and let me ride it.” she said moving her hips.
Viktor all but pushed Ginny off from him, making her fall to the ground. “Get off me! How dare you throw yourself at me.” Viktor said not getting up in fear of what he would do. “How dare I? How dare you reject me!?” Ginny screamed, getting up from the ground.
Viktor was ten seconds from storming out, when the door to the conference room blew open. Ginny turned her red face around and yelled at the intruder.
“What the fuck are you doing here brat, get the fuck out!” Ginny yelled. “Daddy?” the scared voice of Ivan cried out. Viktor immediately pushed Ginny aside and picked up his son.
“What? You, you have a son?” Ginny asked. Viktor turned around with anger in his handsome face. “You have ten seconds to get out of my sight before I have security kick you out.” Viktor growled slowly.
Ginny hurtle to get her things “You will regret this Viktor!” Ginny said glared at the young boy again and left the conference room. With more questions then she had gotten answered and her ego bruised.
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On the other side of the city, Hermione and Emiliya were about to pay for the salon's services. The salon had done a wonderful job as many Brazilians had curly hair and knew how to treat it. Hermione had even purchased some of their products.
Hermione's and her daughter's curls were so tight and shiny. Emiliya had played with her curls pushing one curl down so it could bounce back. It had made her giggle and very unlike her, Emiliya hugged Paulo.
“Mommy I hungry.” Emiliya told her mother. “Alright let's head over to auntie's restaurant and see if papa and Ivan are back.” Hermione told her daughter.
Before they could say quidditch, Parvati was cooing over Emiliya curls. “Oh look at you, Emi. You look like a porcelain doll, so beautiful.” Parvati said, kissing her cheeks making her giggle.
“Hermione?” a familiar voice called out making her turn around and gasp when she saw who had called her.
“Harry?” she questioned what she was seeing or more like who she was seeing. “Mama, is that uncle Harry? Are you my uncle Harry?” Emiliya asked looking up threw her big lashes.
The grown man with disheveled black hair, now had a full bearded. If It wasn't for his familiar green eyes and lighting bold scare Hermione wouldn't of recognized her childhood friend.
Hermione flung herself around Harry's neck holding him tight as he did to her. “I have missed you Harry.” she whipped into her neck. “Me too Hermione, where have you been all these years?” Harry asked her but before she could answer him.
Harry felt a tug on his muggle shorts. When he looked down he found a mini Hermione with a pouty lip, furore eyes and her arms crossed.
“I want a hug too.” she said as she lifted her hands to be picked up. Harry chuckled and picked up the young girl. “What is your name little one?” Harry asked.
“Emiliya but you can call me Emi or Liya and I am this old.” Emiliya said, lifting four fingers. “Liya this is your uncle Harry do you remember I told you about him?” Hermione told her daughter. The young girl nodded making her curls bounce.
“Uncle Harry you got babies. Do I have an aunty?” Emiliya asked. Hermione looked at Harry wondering if he ever dated again after Ginny. She remembered how messy that break up went. They had broken up just before she left London forever.
“Yes you do Emi. You have a wonderful aunty and I have two boys and a little girl your age.” Harry informs both witches. Who did Harry marry?
“Daddy, who is she?” a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes asked Harry.
“Uncle Harry you can't give upies to just anyone.” another girl with dark brown hair and the biggest green eyes told him.
“Lily, Poppy this is your cousin Emi and this is your aunty Hermione.” Harry told the young girl. Both girls yelp in happiness and hugged Hermione's legs. When Harry put Emiliya down the girls hugged each other and then ran into the restaurant.
“So I should probably tell you, I married Luna and Neville married Pansy Parkinson. Which means Malfoy is also with us. His son Scorpius is best friends with my boys Albus and James.” Harry told Hermione.
Hermione blinks but was pulled into a table in the back of the restaurant, before she could ask anything. Emiliya was sitting at a table with the two witches and three other wizards.
“Hermione!” a sweet voice that can only belong to Luna yelled. Soon the blonde Ravenclaw witch pulled Hermione into a bone crushing hug.
“I told Harry this morning that he was going to find someone amazing. But he didn't believe in the tea reading leaf.” Luna exclaimed.
“Nor will I ever.” Harry informed his wife. “Even when the tea cups have been correct more than once Potter.” Draco told him. Hermione turned to look at the blonde wizard but before she could say anything. Neville was hugging her next.
“Is so good to see you, Hermione.” the now tall and toned wizard told her. “Neville is this you. What happened, how did you get this fit?” she asked him, a small laugh is heard behind the attractive Gryffindor.
“I am still asking myself the same thing after six years together. Hello Granger, I would hug you properly but this little monster won't let me.” Pansy told her as she pointed to her big belly.
“Your mommy called her baby a monster?” Emiliya asked Poppy. The green-eyed witch nodded, “My little brother kicks mommy tummy a lot.” Poppy told her new friend.
Hermione giggled, “I know the feeling Emiliya was the same. I felt like she was flying around in there. Ivan was much more relaxed.” she told them as she headed to sit down.
“Who is Ivan?” Draco's wife Astoria asked. Hermione smiled at her. “Ivan is my son. He is with his father and he is a year younger than Liya” Hermione told her old and maybe new friends.
“So how did this all happen? Neville, when did you marry Pansy? Why didn't I ever get invited to any of your weddings?” Hermione asked with a little hurt in her voice.
Draco smiled and leaned slightly forward. “I am sorry Granger. I didn't know you wanted to be invited to my wedding. But I will surely invite you to my next one.” Draco said smugly.
“And who will you be marrying? The only wedding you will invite her to will be to remarry me.” Astoria told him.
“We are sorry Hermione but we found out Ron intercepted our letters for about two years. After that our letters kept coming back.” Harry tried to explain.
“Maybe we couldn't find you because you got married and you weren't Hermione Granger anymore. Who did you marry Hermione? Do we know him?” Neville asked.
“Better yet is he hot?” Pansy asked with a bright smile. Hermione chuckled thinking of her husband. Yes they knew him, and Viktor was definitely hot, especially after he had gotten tattoos.
She was about to answer them when Parvarti got her attention. “Excuse me. Hermione, Ivan is in Stefan's office. They just came back from the stadium. Someone upset him and he is crying asking for you.” Parvati told Hermione in a low voice. But everyone was still able to hear.
“Who made my brother cry!?” Emiliya exclaimed and then ran off to her uncle's office. “I am sorry everyone but I got to go. Hopefully we can see each other after the game.” Hermione said but didn't wait for a response and followed after her daughter.
Draco chuckled when she was gone. “What are you laughing at?” Pansy asked. “Granger's daughter is a fiesty one. I feel bad for whoever made the other little Granger cry. Because that future little snake will see the same fortune I did in third year.” Draco told them.
Harry shook his head, “No, Emi will be a Gryffindor Malfoy.” the boy wonder said. But Poppy shook her head and used her little finger to say no. “Emi said she is going to Bauxbatan.” the little snake told them all.
Leaving them all wondering why Granger's daughter would be going to Bauxbatan instead of Hogwarts, does Hermione live in France? But the little girl's accent isn't French, it's more northern European.
Hopefully they can find out who Hermione married after the game. But it is obvious it must be someone who works for the W.Q.U.T. (world quidditch union team)