Hermione snuggled up to Viktor, watching as the kids attempted to play a game of pickup quidditch. Teddy and Victorie were the oldest, and had the advantage. They were playing on the same team, but none of the other kids thought that was against the rules.
Harry's oldest son James wasn't the worst quidditch player. But at only six years old, he wasn't the best. And he certainly didn't have the brains for strategy yet. Hopefully that would come later.
Percy's son Michael, was decent. Even if his parents weren't huge quidditch fans, he was a decent player. And so he picked being on the same team as Teddy and Victorie.
The secret weapon on James' team was Hermione and Viktor's twins. Diana and Filip were only about five, but they had managed to inherit their father's talent for flying. And the fact that they almost always knew what the other was thinking made them incredibly good chasers.
Hermione watched them with half of her attention. The rest was focused on her husband beside her. He seemed content, just spending time with his wife and children.
Their three-year-old Alex sat on his knee, being too young to play with his cousins. As much as he wanted to. He had pouted for a while, before realizing that he could sit and watch with his parents. That placated him a bit.
Viktor wrapped his arm around Hermione, feeling the gentle swell of her stomach. They would be welcoming their fourth child into the world in a few months. He watched the game, feeling that life was perfect. Everything was as it should be.