Land P
This started out as a fic to make fun of the typical Krum's glorification and Lavander's vilification and ended up being a fic about Hermione's insecurities. I still don't know how it happened.
Peace and quiet reigned in the Weasley-Granger household. Something not very common since their children had reached their teenage years.
Hermione and Rose were in the upstairs library revising an essay that Rose had to hand in at Hogwarts the following week. While the girls were busy, Ron and Hugo were in the lounge listening to a Quiddtch match.
Just as the seekers were diving for the snitch, a huge owl flew in through the window, dropped an envelope at their feet and with a disdainful squawk, disappeared through the same window it had come in through.
"What a nasty critter." Hugo commented as he picked up the letter from the floor. He looked at it for a moment and then shouted at the top of his lungs. "Mum! There's a letter for you from..." He turned the envelope over. "From Victor Krum!"
In a second Ron appeared at his side. "Let me see." He took the envelope inspecting it as if it was going to explode. "Yes. It's from Vicky, isn't this man ever going to get tired of it?"
"Hugo, Mum's told you a hundred times not to shout." Rose scowled at him as she walked down the stairs with her mother.
Hermione tried to hide her satisfaction. She knew it was pathetic, but she treasured any show of appreciation from her children.
Since the beginning of their adolescence, she has found it difficult to relate to them, especially Rose. Her daughter was very intelligent, but she was also feminine, sporty, sociable, and very rebellious. Everything she had never been. It hurt, but Hermione had assumed that Ron, cool, Auror and George's partner, was their children's favourite. She was just the strict mother who was never home.
"You have a letter from your eternal admirer Vicky." Ron said with a smirk.
"Don't call him that." Replied Hermione annoyed as she took the envelope out of his hands.
"Mum, who's Vicky?" asked Rose interested.
"It's Viktor. He's just a childhood friend."
Ron rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like "Yeah, an overly friendly friend."
"Well, Dad doesn't seem too happy with him." Rose replied with a mischievous grin.
"That's because he can't stand that Viktor was my first boyfriend." The words slipped out before she could rectify herself. Her teenage shenanigans with a famous Quiddtch player was not something she wanted her daughter to imitate.
Rose faced her mother shocked. "Wasn't your first boyfriend Dad?! You've always told us that you fell in love with him from the first moment you saw him!"
Ron intervened in the conversation. "Yes, she would be very much in love, but the moment that the..." He put on a voice of exaggerated admiration. "very famous Vicky asked her out, all those brain cells in her head went into overdrive."
"So your first boyfriend was a celebrity?" Rose asked, trying to elicit more information. She loved her mother dearly, but she had always been a bit of a bore. This kind of romantic pursuits was something totally unexpected from her.
"Very much so. Viktor is a world-famous Quiddtch player." Hermione said, unable to help a hint of pride at her daughter's interest.
Hugo left the Quidditch game for a moment. "Are you sure? I don't remember any Victor Krum who plays Quidditch." Hugo was a fanatic of the sport- how could there be a player he didn't know?
"Of course he's famous. And he was one of the champions of the Triwizard Tournament." Hermione replied a little annoyed that Hugo doubted her words.
"But mum! That's when you were young. That Victor must have retired centuries ago. He's from prehistoric times!" replied Hugo, gesticulating exaggeratedly.
"Yes, children. Your dear mother couldn't stop drooling over a prehistoric player." Said Ron amused.
Hermione put her hands in her hips. "And you talk about drooling, when you spent months snogging Lavander Brown?"
Rose and Hugo turned their heads from Hermione to Ron. They were finding out a lot of interesting things about their parents that afternoon.
"What's my fault she was mad about me? It's my animal magnetism." Ron replied nonchalantly.
Rose interrupted excitedly. This was much better than she expected. "Wait! Lavender Brown? Like Land P's Lavander?"
"Land... what?" Ron had no idea what his daughter was talking about.
"Land P!... The clothing brand! Lavender and Parvati. L and P." Rose explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world. How could they be adults and not know something so obvious!?
Ron thought about it for a second. "Lavander and Parvati? Yeah, that's got to be them. They were already close friends at Hogwarts. Are they into making clothes?"
"Making clothes?!" Rose exclaimed totally outraged. "They're the best haute couture designers in the world, they're divine! And you were Lavander's boyfriend? I can't believe it!"
"Yes, I was." Ron replied very smugly. "Your mum didn't like him much, though." He continued teasingly.
Hermione grumbled, "If only the great... hadn't meddled where she shouldn't have."
"So, you left Lavander for Mum?" Rose looked her mother up and down as if trying to discover some hitherto hidden virtue.
Hermione exclaimed offended. "It's not like I'm a failure! My job..."
Hugo and Rose interrupted her, reciting from memory in monotone voices. "My job at the Ministry is very important. I help make a better world for everyone. We already know that, Mum!"
"It's true!" Hermione protested, growing increasingly hurt.
"Right. But leaving Lavander..." Rose looked at her father in admiration. "You must have really loved Mum."
Ron shot a smile at a still grumpy Hermione. "I loved her dearly, and I still do."
Hermione folded her arms blushing. "You're the worst. Now how am I going to stay mad at you?"
Rose tugged at Ron's sleeve. There were more important things now than her parents' teenage, or present, lovers' quarrels. "Dad, do you think you could introduce me to Lavander?"
"Of course! I'm sure there won't be any problem: I was her first love."
Ron winked at his wife. "And your mother saved her from the most horrible death!"
Rose turned to her mother with eyes like saucers. "Is that true, Mum? You saved Lavander Brown's life?... Why haven't you ever told me something so important!? You have to tell me everything!"
Hermione couldn't help but smile at her wonderful husband.
While proofreading and translating, I realised how traditional I am. Even in a 'plotless' small 1k ficlet like this, I can't help but use the typical Presentation, Knot and Denouement. Lol...