Viktor was at a reunion party... a party that celebrated the twenty fifth year anniversary of Voldemort's downfall.
He watched Hermione as she stood with her husband, Ronald Weasley, and her two children. They were standing a couple of meters away from them. It had been forever since he had last seen her. She was still as beautiful as always and he could see the traces of her in her children. They had the same beautiful chocolate brown eyes and pale skin. It was the boy who looked very much like her, the brown hair he had, his nose, his lips... His older sister looked very much like her father.
He looked at his own two children who stood right next to him.
Atanas Krum, the elder of the two, had his olive skin, dark hair, and a off center nose from the bludger shots he had received from Qudditch. They shared the same passion for the sport. He had his mother's looks and everyone always commented on how beautiful his turquoise eyes were.
His younger child, a daughter, had his dark eyes and pale skin. Her hair was of a dark blonde and she pretty much looked like her mother apart from her eyes. Her name was Ivanka Krum.
His wife wasn't able to be here with him, she had died in a muggle car accident when one of his jealous fangirls had decided to... hurt her. Ivanka had only been two then so she could hardly remember her mother. It hurt Viktor to think that his wife wasn't able to spend the amount of time he had with their children, there were so many things she could have done for them... He had promised her ever since her death that he would look after their children to the best of his abilities.
Viktor hadn't been with any other woman since.
"Dad?" Atanas said in Bulgarian.
"Yes?" he answered.
"What is the girl's name?" he asked, his turquoise eyes, looking at no other than the girl next to Hermione.
Viktor smiled as he looked at his eighteen year old son. He remembered he had been that old when he had met and fallen in love with Hermione. The awe and dumbstruck look could be seen in his son's eyes, it was very much akin to how he had probably looked when he had first seen Hermione. "Do you like her?" he asked with a chuckle.
Atanas blushed, which surprised Viktor. His son was known to have had more than a couple of girlfriends but there was something different about the look on his face, it seemed genuine.
"She looks all right.." he mumbled.
"Why don't you go talk to her?" Viktor asked. "Look, she's walking over to the drink section... Get her a drink before some other guy does."
Atanas looked unsure but decided to go on with his father's advice. He then walked away towards the drink section, looking confident like when he walked onto the Quidditch pitch for a game against a rival team.
Viktor began a conversation with his daughter when he suddenly saw a shadow stand next to him. When he turned around, he saw that it was Hermione. "Hello," he said in English.
"Hello, Viktor," She said rather breathlessly. "It's been a while."
"Yes, it has," he said, never leaving his eyes from hers.
His mouth twitched for a moment when he felt his daughter stamp on his shoes without anyone noticing. His daughter was good at being sneaky.
"You're giving her that look, Dad," Ivanka hissed quickly in Bulgarian. "Stop it before that Weasley hero does something. I don't want my Daddy to be the joke of the day."
"I did not give her a look, I was just smiling," he told his daughter back in Bulgarian.
"Is this your daughter?" Hermione suddenly asked, looking at her for a moment.
Viktor wondered if he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes, as if wishing that she could change something about the past... But maybe he was just imagining, Hermione was married after all with her own kids, he had his own kids to worry about too.
"My name is Ivanka Krum," his daughter said in English, introducing herself, she did a little curtsy.
"You look about my son's age, do you attend Durmstrang like your father did?" Hermione asked her. "By the way, your English is quite good. There's no accent to it like your father had."
"Are you saying that my English is bad?" Viktor joked.
She chuckled. "No, no, no, of course not!"
Viktor only realised that Hermione's son was standing next to her when he cleared his throat for attention. Ivanka was rolling her eyes next to him and appeared to look rather bored.
"My daughter does not go to that school," Viktor said. "I have opted to send her to Beauxbaton instead as I didn't want to her go to a school with an awful environment. She can speak, Bulgarian, Russian, French and English."
"That's impressive," Hermione said. She turned to look at the boy who looked very much like her. She frowned. "My son, Hugo, goes to Hogwarts... He only speaks English... I've tried to get him to learn some other language but he is as stubborn as his father is."
Viktor chuckled.
Silence came for a moment before Hugo started to speak.
"Mum, Rose is snogging some stranger in the corner," he said, wrinkling his nose. "They're heading for the stairs!"
The four of them all turned to find that Rose was indeed snogging someone who looked very well built with olive skin and dark hair. Their hands were holding onto each other a bit more than just friendly...
Ivanka rolled her eyes before suddenly grabbing Hugo's hand, surprising the boy. She had always been rather impulsive.
"Dad, I'm going to do some telling off for you," she said in Bulgarian. "Atanas never seems to care if people watch him while he's at it." She then turned to Hugo. "Hi, my name's Ivanka and you're Hugo, introduction's done, now let's go tell off our siblings."
She then began to drag him along with her and they soon disappeared off towards their siblings.
"Is that your son my daughter is snogging....?" Hermione told Viktor.
He chuckled. "Yes, I'm sorry about that," he said. "I should have taught my son more on respect."
She smiled. "No, I don't think it's your son who started the whole thing... My daughter is quite like her father if you know what I mean... She tends to be very..."
Viktor knew what Hermione was trying to hint at. "Oh." was all he managed to say.
"What's your son's name?" Hermione asked.
"Atanas Krum." he said. "He's eighteen... you do not worry about the age difference between my son and your daughter? She's... fifteen?"
"Sixteen actually," Hermione said. "I do not worry much... we had been around their age when we went out."
"True," he said, reminiscing the past years for a moment.
The two continued to talk and it was as if time had never passed. They seemed to find more things to talk about as they talked and it was as if they had never been apart for almost three decades. The two were soon laughing as they reminisced the tournament, talking about the Yule Ball and sorts. It wasn't until somebody interrupted them that their laughter died.
"Well hello there Krum," an uninviting voice said.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley." Viktor said, offering his hand in greeting.
It took a moment for Ronald Weasley to accept it but in the end he shook hands with him.
"You two seemed to be enjoying yourselves, what were you two talking about?" he asked rather rudely.
"Old times... Our children, that sort," Hermione said, still red faced from the laughter.
Ronald didn't seem so sure as he was giving Viktor the look.
"You have children?" he asked as if it were impossible. "The papers said that you were single and childless..."
"Well, of course he does Ronald! Why would you believe the papers?!" Hermione said. "He was the youngest seeker ever to play Quidditch in world class teams and he still is considered to be the best product of a seeker ever to walk on this earth. He's bound to have children to pass the genes on to."
"Wait... Don't tell me that Atanas Krum is your son?" Ronald said, suddenly looking gobsmacked.
"In fact he is," Viktor said. "Krum is a very rare surname in Bulgaria, only my family line has that name, actually. We've never had any girls until now by the way, my daughter is hanging out with your son."
"I should have known.." Ronald said, sounding rather jealous. He turned to Hermione. "Vicky's record of most wins as a result of snitch catching has been broken by Atanas when he had been only sixteen. Nobody knows about his past or anything except for his first name. People suspected that the 'Krum' bit was just a nickname for him as Viktor Krum had been the best ever. They thought of him as Viktor Krum junior in a way. Apparently it's true, he's his son."
"I am guessing that now everyone will know about it?" Viktor said. "And he will be hounded down more by the press then he already is now."
Hermione sighed. "Poor boy."
Ronald gave Viktor a look. "Where's your wife? I don't want you going about chatting up other people's."
Viktor scowled at him but decided to hold his temper. Nobody really knew about his family life until now... Today was probably the day that he was going to reveal it all, or some of it. He had only kept it a secret to protect his family. That was why he had sent Ivanka to Beauxbaton instead of Durmstrang, not because of the environment, it had been renovated and everything after he had Durmstrang.
"My wife is not here anymore," Viktor said. "She's in another life."
"You're saying she's dead?" he asked him bluntly.
"Ronald!" Hermione said, slapping his arm. "Don't be so rude!"
"No, it's all right," Viktor said. "She passed away in an accident... I was left to raise my two children alone."
"No wonder Ivanka seemed to look so independent earlier..." Hermione said.
"You have a daughter too?" Ronald asked, forgetting that Viktor had already told him so.
Viktor nodded.
"Speaking of your children, where's Rosy and Hugo?" Ronald asked.
"We're here," a voice said, cracking slightly.
"Is your voice breaking, Hugo?" Ronald asked.
"Think so," he muttered.
Viktor now had a better view of their older child and realised that she only looked like Ronald from afar. She did look like Hermione except for the hair. That was a relief... Ron wasn't exactly someone that you would want to stare at all day.
"Sorry, Dad, took me a while to get Atanas here, he wouldn't let go of her..." Ivanka muttered in rapid Bulgarian.
Viktor muttered a wandless spell to get rid of the lipstick marks on Atanas' cheeks.
"Now that I think about it, you do look like your father," Ronald muttered, looking at Atanas with meticulous eyes. "Just your eyes..."
"Oh, Daddy!" Rose suddenly interrupted. "Atanas has invited me to come to one of his matches for free! May I go? Please? Top box tickets!"
"You two friends?" Ronald asked, surprised.
"Yeah," She said, nodding frantically. "Please, please, please, please, please?!"
Ronald didn't seem so sure for a moment but Hermione whispered something in his ears and he agreed.
"We're going to go out flying okay?" Rose continued. "Bye!"
She grabbed Atanas' hand and disappeared with him into the crowd. That left the youngest of the children and the four adults.
"They seem pretty close...' Ronald muttered.
"They are just kids... I will say let them have their fun." Viktor said.
"Fun as in?" Ronald said, defensively.
"Don't start another argument now," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Dad, I'm going to go introduce Ivanka to Lily," Hugo said. "I'm sure they'll be great friends. Did you hear that Lily's going out with Lysander?"
"Really?" Hermione exclaimed.
"It will end before you know it, Lily's the type to do that, dumping and all. Reminds me of how her mother used to dump guys like dominoes back at school." Ronald said.
"Don't be so negative! They're just children." Hermione said.
"Make sure you get home before twelve in the morning," Viktor told his daughter in Bulgarian.
"Same with you," she said.
She then walked off with Hugo.
"So, if you don't have a wife anymore, you seeing anyone?" Ronald asked.
"No one to see," Viktor replied.
"Why?" he asked.
"Stop interrogating him already!" Hermione said. "This is a reunion party, not interrogating day!"
"Hey Ron!" Harry called out from somewhere in the room. "I need to tell you something."
"I'll be right back," Ronald said, kissing Hermione's cheek. He gave Viktor another look then walked off.
Silence came.
"So..." Hermione said.
"Yeah?" Viktor said.
"It's nice to be able to talk to you again," she said. "I haven't had someone to talk about certain things in a mature way for a long time... Ron's quite... He's grown up but still pretty immature."
"Yes, I can tell," he said. He paused. "Do you think that maybe Atanas and Rosey will be together?" he asked.
"I don't know," Hermione said. "She has this on and off relationship with Scorpius."
"Malfoy's kid?" Viktor asked.
She nodded.
"What about Ivanka and Hugo?" he asked.
"Ivanka is so pretty... I don't think Hugo will have a chance competing the other guys who would go after her," Hermione said. "He doesn't deal well with competition."
"Oh," he said.
"'Mione!" Ronald said. "Harry needs to talk to you."
"Um... I'll talk to you again some other time then?" Hermione said. "It was nice talking to you."
"You too." he said.
She then walked off.
It was nice talking to her once again. It made him feel alive and young. He wondered if he was going to be able to see her again... Thinking about his son, he thought that maybe he would sometime in the future, Atatas did seem to like Rose a lot...
A/N
Hope you liked the story, this will probably be three chapters long.