3
Afternoon
When Hermione finally arrived at Stefan's office, she saw Emiliya hugging Ivan. His dark brown eyes were red and puffy. Viktor was downing a glass of whiskey. She knew him, he was upset.
“What happened Vik?” Hermione said in a low voice using his nickname to try to calm him down.
“It vas that old red headed friend of yours.” Viktor murmured..
“Mommy.” Ivan called out.
“Oh my boy come here.” Hermione said, taking him in her arms and letting Emiliya rub her brother's leg.
Ivan pressed his thumb into his mouth, something he only did when he was upset. He might have just turned three but he was as tall as Emiliya. Surely going to be tall or taller than Viktor, while Emiliya would be as short or slightly taller than Hermione.
“It’s okay Ivan mommy and I are here.” Emiliya said, Viktor just scooped her up and tickled her.
“Hov about me tulip?” he asked. Emiliya just shook her head. “No daddy this is a mommy and me job. You and I will kick the ankles of who made my brother cry.” She said it with a very serious voice.
Viktor just chuckled and looked down to his son who was not fast asleep in his mother's arms. “You both look beautiful by the way. The salon left your curls stunning.” Viktor commented as he played with his daughter's hair, making her start to drift asleep.
It was almost their nap time and with the big night ahead, they needed a good long nap. “Stefan we are sorry but we have to take the kids back home. But we will definitely see you and Parvati at the game.” Viktor told his best friend
“No problem brother. Take the little ones to their little beds. We will see each other later at the game and the party when you win the second best snitch.” Stefan said, giving Viktor a back slap.
“Of course, zee you later, come on love, let's get going.” Viktor said as he let Hermione to the fireplace. The happy couple waved goodbye as the flames enveloped them.
Arriving at the private home they had rented, Petia was there ready to take Ivan from her arms. Even when the little wizard was as tall as her, she still felt she had to carry him as he was a newborn.
“Petia we will take them to our bed, we had a stressful day and we need them close to us.” Hermione told the older house elf. Who just looked between her, Viktor and her two babies.
Viktor nodded and Petia accepted, telling them she would make some comfort food for her babies. “I'll make some mac and cheese for my baby Ivan and fish and chips for my baby Emi.” she said before popping away.
“I think she loves them more than she loves me.” Viktor said, opening the door to their bedroom. Hermione chuckled softly “Oh Viktor she loves you. She just adores our little once even more.” Hermione told him to put Ivan down in the middle of the bed.
Emiliya quickly found her brother and hugged him. Hermione lifted her daughter's head slightly to place the hair cap. To assure her curls stayed tight as she slept, she did the same to her hair. Viktor just hid his laugh with his large hand.
“What?” Hermione whispered but her husband just pulled her tight to him. “Oh no Mr. Krum you have to win the Cup before you can get into my hoop.” Hermione said in a seductive voice.
“Now go on the other side of the bed and I'll set the alarm for an hour. That way you have enough time to eat and head to the pitch.”
An hour later Viktor woke to a small buzzing noise taking his wand to silence the alarm. He stretched and looked over his shoulder where his children were cuddled up against their mother.
He smiled at the wonderful view, his grin grew when set mother opened her eyes and smiled. “Obicham te Hirmione.” Viktor whispered. “I love you too Viktor, come on let's go make lunch.” she said taking his hand and leading him out.
Viktor followed behind his wife staring at her round ass. Fuck this abstinence from sex was killing him. The last time this had happened had been when he was eighteen. That had been easier because he had been studying for his last year in Bulgaria. So he had that to distract him but now he had a sexy wife he was waking up to.
“What did Ginevra do to my son to make him cry?” Hermione asked taking out bread and deli meat. Viktor huffs “You mean our. She tried to have sex with me.” Viktor told her. Hermione's anger made her magic crack the lemonade jar exploded.
Petia pop in and looked at the mess in the kitchen. The older house elf crossed her skinny arms and tapped her left foot. “What has Petia told mistress? Not mess with Petia kitchen, now look at the mess. Go, go out Petia kitchen she do the her babies lunch.” Petia said snapping her first gers making them be pushed away.
“Viktor Vladimir Krum you got ten seconds to explain what you just said.” Hermione said in a voice her husband knew to well. Viktor was a foot taller than her but when she spoke in that voice. It made Viktor feel like a five year old been scolded by Petia.
He scratched the back of his neck and golped “Well she was the witch from the Profit to interview me. She was flirting with me in the beginning but I set her straight…” Viktor told his Gryffindor wife.
Hermione wasn't taking it, she knew who Ginny was. She had all but screamed at Harry she was only interested in him because of who he was. So her flirting with Viktor wasn't a surprise, especially when she gad all but screamed it at her.
But Ginny had made her son cry. That was different and now she found out she tried to have sex with her husband too. She looked at her husband he looked flustered.
“By the end she asked if I liked it on top or bottom. She then followed to straddle me. That is when I pushed her off and she exploded. That is when Ivan came in and she screamed at him, scaring him. I yelled at her a kicked her out but Ivan was already upset.” Viktor said, taking a seat on his sofa.
Hermione all but threw one of the tumblers into the wall. She was outraged. Didn't Ginny see Viktor's wedding band even when Viktor took off his ring to play, he had a tattoo band on his left hand.
She went to sit on his lap and played with his hair. Viktor let the touch of his wife relax him. “Where was your manager? Why wasn't he with you?” Hermione asked. Viktor shrugged and hugged her waist pulling her to his chest.
“Daddy?” “Papa?” Victor heard his children scream. “We are in the drawing room.” Hermione yelled out, they soon heard giglges and running footsteps.
“Papa you here!” “Daddy play!” their children yelled. Viktor laughed as he extended his arms so his children could grab on to them and pull them on top of him.
Ivan wrapped himself around Hermione's back and Emiliya wrapped herself on Viktor's neck. “Papa can't leave til your good luck kisses.” Emiliya told him. “And we need to give each other our head buds.” Ivan said, making Hermione laugh at the antics her husband and children had.
An hour later they had a healthy lunch and Viktor was ready to leave for the stadium. He had his broom and duffle back. He had softly head budded Ivan and gotten his three kisses from his princess.
Viktor turned to his wife. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her up wrapping her legs around his waist. Ivan and Emiliya giggled as they waved goodbye to their dad, leaving their parents alone.
“Best of luck Vik, we will be cheering for you. Remember no matter what happens tonight you are a champion to us to me and Obicham te.” Hermione told him.
Viktor pulled her head to his wrapping his hands around her curls. He loved digging his fingers into her soft curls. As she cupped his face leaving her warmth and love in her skin.
“Obicham te, I will win that golden snitch for you babe. Then we will leave the dentsa to Petia for two full days. I miss my wife and my hand isn't enough anymore. Goodbye Mrs. Krum.” Viktor said kissing her one more time.
Hermione bludged as she saw her husband leave. Something told her that their might be a new little Krum by next summer.
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Evening Brazil Quidditch Stadium
Emiliya and Ivan were jumping as they headed to their private box. Emiliya had her hair into two pigtails, making them look like pom poma. While Ivan copied Viktor's hair, both children wore denims and their father's jersey.
Petia was walking close behind Hermione looking around, she also sported a jersey by hwr boy. She had only ever gone to Viktor's first game and only because he had snuck her in his duffle bag.
After that his parents hadn't allowed Petia to go. Viktor never was close to his parents. Mostly because they were so old school. He hadn't cried much when they got dragon box and died a year before he found Hermione.
He had been shamly happy when his relationship with Hermione became official. He knew his parents would had never agreed or approved of Hermione. While Petia had all but loved Hermione when they met.
Since Viktor went back to playing quidditch, Hermione made sure Petia was with them. But the older house elf had never been in a game like this. She was little overwhelmed.
Hermione saw one of the stadium employees waiting for them. But this witch looked nervous. Hermione walked to the young witch and showed her the VIP pass.
“A Mrs. Krum we had a problema.” the young witch said playing with her hair. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. What did she mean a problem?
“What problem?” she asked but at that moment the door to her private box opened. Parvati came out smiling and her smiled grew when she saw Hermione. “Mia, guess who they accidentally booked us with… Harry, Neville, Luna and the snakes.” Parvati said.
“Rosie!” Emiliya yelped letting go of Hermione's hand and pulled Ivan into the room. The young witch looked as her life had come back into her body. “Is it okay?” she asked.
Hermione let out a breath and nodded. If it had been any other people it would have been a problem. But since she knew who was in the room and half of them were her friends. She could deal with it.
“Hermione!” Luna said, handing the last juice box to one of the children around her. The blonde Ravenclaw came over wrapping her arms around her. “We were told one of the players wife was going to be with us.” Luna said.
“So who did you marry, Granger? A tall dark Brazilian?” Pansy asked. “Look Petia m, papa.” Emiliya said, pointing to a life size poster of Viktor. Everyone turned around and saw Hermione's daughter.
“You married Viktor Krum?” Draco said a little too loud. Emiliya and Ivan nodded and showed out their number seven Bulgaria jersey.
Pansy pulled Hermione's left hand to look at the rock on her finger. “Holly shit look at that engagement ring.” Pansy said. Making the smaller kids gasp. “You said a bad word. Mommy said when a grown up say a bad word we get money.” Ivan said.
Pansy just huffed but Neville soon started handing gallions to all the children even Poppy, James, Albus and Scorpius who were older. “You better have more money love. Because I will be cursing loads.” Pansy told Neville.
“Mr. Neville can send it to our bank accounts mama can tell you where to send it.” Emiliya suggested. “Why would uncle Neville do that?’ Scorpius said, looking down at Emiliya. She just crossed her hands in front of her and lifted her chin.
“Because Ms. Pansy is his wife and he has to be a gentleman and send the money for her fopa.” Emiliya said in a very Hermione Granger voice.
“Aren't they cute Draco?” Astoria asked. Scorpius just huffed like his father and went to sit down with Albus and James. “I like you Emiliya Krum.” Poppy confessed.
“Come on everyone, let's sit down but Hermione, you owe me a story of how you married Krum of all people.” Harry said gesturing for his childhood friend to sit down.
“Same but we want more of the dirtiest details.” Pansy said winking, Luna nodded while Astoria shook her head. As she sat next to Parvati.
“I made some Jalebi if anyone wants some.” Parvati said Emiliya and Ivan screamed in joy. Going over to Stefan and grabbing two in each hand.
“Mmmm yummy so happy.” Ivan said, handing one to Rose Potter. The little blonde looked at it, poke it and then ate it.
“No thanks, that looks weird.” Scorpius said, making Emiliya walk over to him and handed It to him. “No, thank you.” Scorpius said, scrunching his nose.
Before anyone can stop Emiliya, she stepped on to the sofa next to Scorpius and closed his nose making him open his mouth. Taking the opportunity Emiliya slammed a jalebi into the blonde's mouth.
“Emiliya!” Hermione scolded, “What!? He was been a picky eater. And jalebi are yummy, aren't they?” Emiliya responded and looked at the blonde wizard who ate the dessert but glared at the little witch in front of him
“Senhoras,Cavalheiros e Crianças. Bem-vindo à Copa Mundial de Quadribol de 2014!” the Brazilian announcer announces.
“Dobre, Doshli na Svetovnoto. Pŭrvenstvo po kuidich prez 2014” the Bulgarian announcer announce.
“Ladies, Gentleman, and children. Welcome to the 2014 World Quidditch Cup!’ Lee Jordan announces for the English speaking fans. The family box that was given to Hermione has Jordan's voice coming from the speakers.
Everyone stands ups and cheers. “Go Papa rita im zadnika(kick ass)!” Emiliya yelled. Ivan looked at her sister but she just shrugged. “Daddy is not a beater, he no rita zandnika.” Ivan whispers.
Soon the Brazilian teams come out with colorful fireworks. A Brazilian witch comes out the fireworks, dancing zamba. But she is caught on fire when Bulgaria comes out.
Soon the game starts… On the press pass two ginger siblings sit watching the game, betting against Bulgaria.
It was two hours in when things started to pick up. The score game was fifty vs ten points. Everyone was holding their breath wondering if Bulgaria would lose. “That Brazilian Keeper is da… fudge good.” Neville mentioned.
Hermione just looked over her shoulder at her old friend. She was almost biting her nails looking at Viktor more than everything. He had judge a few bludgers but hadn't caught or been near catching the snitch.
Hermione knew what winning the snitch meant to her husband. She had heard what many reporters had said about her husband being too old to play. But they could fuck off he was 38 and was in perfect shape she knew it very well.
“Look mama, papa! Papa saw the snitch!” Emiliya said, getting up on her chair, jumping slightly with Ivan. Everyone got up and started screaming. Hermione was starting to tear up as she saw Viktor fly faster then she had ever seen him.
“HE DID IT, DADDY DID IT!!!” Ivan screamed as they all saw Viktor push a fist in the air. He did it, Virktor had just made history.
He won the Quidditch World Cup.