She closed her eyes and steadied herself at the end of the drive. Trying to breathe before she faced the walk ahead of her, Hermione reached out and pushed open the gate. The garden before the house was beautiful. She remembered him telling her once how his mother loved to tend to the flowers so much that his father had planted them for her as a wedding present. During that summer together, he had taught her the names of the flowers in his native language. She smiled to herself that was when she had become determined to learn the language. He was trying so hard for her. His English improving every day, learning Bulgarian was the least she could do for him. It was to be a surprise, one of the many things she had not the time to tell him before the war tore them in two separate directions.

Hermione was to the porch of the house before she realized it. The large country home had been a place of safety and refuge that summer she had spent with him but now it appeared as something from her nightmares. Before she could knock the door opened and a woman emerged, her scarlet Vultures jersey pulled taut across her pregnant body. It was definitely a place of nightmares.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just on my way out; can I help you with something?"

Hermione couldn't breathe as her eyes took in the beautiful woman in front of her. Her dark hair pulled back away from her tanned face and stunning blue eyes. "No, no thank you. I was just…I shouldn't have come. Congratulations." She stuttered out before turning back down the path.

The woman's voice stopped Hermione in her tracks, "Are you Hermione?"

"I am."

"Oh how wonderful! Viktor will be so excited to see you. He has a game this afternoon; I'm on my way there now. You should come with me; the whole family will be there."

"I can't. I shouldn't have come, it's been to long. I'm sorry."

"Wait!" The woman grabbed Hermione's arm to keep her from apparating away. "You are looking for Viktor Krum, are you not? You look just like the pictures he has."

"I really do need to leave." Hermione pulled herself from the woman's grasp and let her eyes fall to her heavily pregnant waistline. Tears filling her eyes, "I should have known better, he was too wonderful to be unmarried for long. You're a lucky woman."

Hermione groaned to herself as the woman latched on to her arm again. "Stop! You misunderstand! The woman muttered under her breath in a language Hermione didn't understand before speaking in English again. "I am Anya, Viktor is my brother-in-law. Not my husband."

Tension left Hermione's body in a wave as tears filled her eyes. "You're not married to Viktor?"

Anya smiled and hugged Hermione as well as she could. "No, my dear, I am not."

With a wave of her wand Anya had cleared all traces of tears from Hermione's face and took her hand in hers. "I'm taking us to the pitch."

Before Hermione could protest she was standing at the entrance to a private box in the Vultures stadium. "Are you sure this is alright?"

Anya grinned and pulled Hermione down the steps, her voice carried over the box as she called out to her family in Bulgarian. "I found something in the garden; it was so wonderful I had to bring it with me."

Hermione met the surprised gaze of Viktor's mother and quickly adverted her eyes, fear evident in her posture as she looked anywhere but at the woman who had taken her in and trusted her with her son's heart before she was engulfed in a hug that could rival any of Mrs. Weasley's.

"You are alright! We read of course in the papers that you were safe but it is not the same as seeing you for ourselves."

Hermione wrapped her arms around Irina. "I am sorry."

Irina pulled herself back and cupped Hermione's face in her hands, "You have nothing to be sorry for, now come and watch with us."

Hermione cheered as the Vultures were announced. Her eyes widened as she took in Viktor on a broom. Immediately she was thrown back to that first night she had seen him. The Quidditch World Cup had been magnificent, never had she seen so many witches and wizards in one place. So many languages and people gathered in one place, it was simply…well magical. He had flown out over the crowd looking more at home on a broom than even Harry. Then there was that awful bludger to the face before he emerged with the snitch and ended the game. Hermione grinned to herself as she relived the moment she had first ran into him, literally.

Hermione huffed and pulled her jacket tighter around her body, the wind whipping through the box much more of a reality now that the game was over. The Irish team crowded into the box, moving the leaving Bulgarians into the seats. Hermione tried to move back to avoid the fray but was cornered in by Weasley's. She groaned as she connected with the edge of the seat behind her as a large body pushed into her.

Viktor apologized in Bulgarian, he could tell by the look on her face that she had no idea what he was trying to say to her. He reached out his hand to steady her, pulling it back as he realized that it was still covered in his blood. "I am…sorry. I did not mean to hit you."

Hermione laughed quietly, "It's alright, just a bit crowded in here." Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a tissue and handed it to him. "You look like you could use this." He grinned at her and wiped at the blood still trickling from his face. His teammates began to pull him away but not before she turned back to him, "Nice catch," she blurted out blushing slightly as he grinned, quickly turning into a grimace from the pain of his nose and lifted his hand in a small wave.

"Hermione, what are you staring at?" Ginny's voice pulled her out of her thoughts of the tall, injured, quidditch player and back to the celebrating Weasley family.

Hermione grinned, Hopefully this match goes much better than the last I watched him play or he's going to start banning me from the field.

Irina grinned, her attention for once not on her son flying so haphazardly hundreds of feet in the air but on the girl in the front row. Almost five years ago now Viktor had written to her about Hermione. How intrigued he was by her indifference to him, how beautiful he thought she was, and the run in they had in the box and the Quidditch World Cup. Her smile widened as Hermione gasped and cheered as the snitch was caught. This was going to be a most interesting afternoon.