Together they lay on their sofa butt naked with his wife curled into his side, they'd registered her as his mate on Monday the 14th, and they only have a couple of days left together for a while in this place. They'd grown rather attached to each other, and cutting off the floo network was the best decision he ever made. They had a small pile of unopened letters on the coffee table and one howler that arrived today which they are currently staring at.

"Who could it be from?" His wife asked kissing his shoulder, as she leaned over to see the handwriting. He'd shown her his Durmstrang uniform this morning after he ordered his new and last one, and it didn't stay on for very long, thankfully he didn't have to send it to the repairers. Neither of them had wanted to open the howler, so they left it on the coffee table before them.

"Uh-oh..." his wife said picturing a red-headed girl, as she took closer inspection of the handwriting.

"Open it, love it's been shaking a little for a while since we have been sat here," he kissed her lips. She snuggled in closer, even though there was hardly any room between them as she slowly opened the howler.

HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU? MUM AND DAD REFUSE TO SAY A STINKING WORD CLAIMING THEY KNOW NOTHING.

RON AND HARRY ARE SULKING, AND THE TWINS ARE PISSING ME OFF! WHO ARE YOU WITH? YOUR PARENTS DON'T EVEN REMEMBER YOU WHEN I MANAGED TO ESCAPE THE BURROW TO SEE IF YOU WERE THERE. I GOT STINGING HEXED AND COULDN'T SIT DOWN FOR SEVERAL DAYS AFTER THAT!

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? OH, AND VIKTOR KRUM GOT MARRIED IN SECRET, SECRET! I WONDER WHO THE LUCKY WITCH IS, HE IS PROTECTING FROM US.

The howler blew a raspberry and burst into flames. He could feel his wife's shock and hurt at the mention of her parents. They had only left on one day, to do what she'd mentioned before and hearing that had reminded her. He pulled her into his lap, and she clung to him. She was surprised her friend had even gone there. They'd be leaving for Australia when they went to school. Hermione's Hogwarts stuff came yesterday when his did.

"It'll be okay love, we have each other." He kissed her forehead and she relaxed completely, her face buried in his neck, breathing in his scent that calmed her.

"I should really write back, is there a way we can magically open all of these, and see who they are from? I don't particularly want to move." She kissed his cheek. It's a good thing nobody can see into his flat. She accio parchment and Quil, transfigured it into a Howler.

GINNY MOLLY WEASLEY I WILL SPEAK WITH YOU WHEN I SEE YOU ON THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS. NO NEED FOR A BLOODY HOWLER! AS FOR HARRY AND RONALD. THEY DON'T NEED TO HOLD MY FUCKING HAND.

I HAVE HAD AN AMAZING SUMMER THANK YOU FOR ASKING! PLEASE DON'T GO TO MY PARENT'S HOUSE EVER AGAIN... I WILL TELL YOU ON THE TRAIN WHY.

VIKTOR WHO? YOU KNOW I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT QUIDDITCH GINNY. IT WAS LOVELY EXPERIENCING THE ATMOSPHERE, BUT THAT'S AS FAR AS MY KNOWLEDGE GOES I AM AFRAID, AND YOU KNOW THIS. I TENDED TO SWITCH OFF WHEN YOU LOT BLABBER ON ABOUT QUIDDITCH AND PLAYERS.

SEE YOU ON THE TRAIN.

Oh... and Ginny, that's because they don't know anything.

She decided to add in, not shouting that part.

"Viktor who?" Her husband asked her after the Howler is sealed. He lay her down and sucked on his mating mark, her body arched into him moaning.

"Well, it's true... They went on about players and games, but I barely listened... Mmmm!" His witch moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth now and entered two of his fingers inside of one of his favourite places. Her hands are roaming all over him, he'd give his wife Viktor who, when she's screaming his name. Her little friends are going to be in for a big shock when the truth comes out. Once he is satisfied she's ready, he lifts her legs up over his shoulder and enters her fast his lower arms around her head as he watches her reaction, he loves the fact she's very open, like an open book, filled with content for him to undo. Everything she's feeling he can feel, and know it's genuine. She loves him for him, not who he is.

"Fuck!" She says as his lips found hers. They discovered much to his delight she likes it rough, as well as soft with sex. He won't be letting his mate leave in a couple of days until she can feel him every inch of him inside of her, even when she is on that fucking train, surrounded by all of those other males that is not him. Thank fuck for their gifts or else he'd be a complete wreck, as would she. When he knows she's getting close, he sucks down on their mating mark and comes together with him growling out her name.

"VIKTOR!" She screams as he fills her up with his seed. He captures her lips, his hips still rocking but more slowly as he continues to release inside her her inner walls fluttering around him is the best feeling.

"Viktor who?" He asked his wife, and she pulled him down in an embrace for a snog, her legs sliding down and around him, pressing into his butt cheeks with her heels, so he doesn't leave her body as they shift so her back is against the couch, he could feel a familiar conversation starting.

"I don't want to go," she said. He sighed pulling her as close to him as he can get. They'd had this talk since Sunday evening, he was not looking forwards to it either.

"I know love, and if at the end of this year you still feel the same way, then you don't have to go back. We can find a house for our family to grow in." He kissed her lips.

What if I already am? She asked him a little nervously.

We will figure things out if that's the case, love. If we are blessed so soon. He kissed her passionately.

If things get ugly in the UK, then I will be pulling you out sooner. I don't want you involved in the war. Even if it means you being pissed off with me for a while, your safety means everything, and if you are pregnant then I will not be finishing my last year and I will definitely be removing us from the escalating war. I don't think the Death Eaters at The World Cup was an accident love.

I know and I might be pissed off at first but I know you mean well. What was this Tri-Wizard Cup thing? I've seen float around in your memory.

I don't know what Hogwarts is like love or other schools but our headmaster likes to keep the older students aware of things and Karkaroff will want me to place my name in the cup. I am not too sure what it is, to be honest, some kind of rare event thing. I am glad I re-wrote the letter after showing them what I wanted to put about my Veela side.

He had just left out the Veela and mate part, they weren't keen on him revealing that side of his life. So he just rewrote it and left the supernatural side of him out.

Speaking of letters...

"Snitch?" She called out, to Viktor's owl. She leaned over her husband to pick up the howler.

"Please take this to Ginny Molly Weasley, The Burrow, England." The owl hooted and Viktor accio some string and tied it to its leg, then carried Flip over to open a window, and the owl flew off.

Viktor waved his hand over the letters remaining and pulled his wife into his arms as they cuddled and magically opened all the letters, some were from his friends asking who his new wife is and one from Karkaroff, who completely ignored his question about the Tri-Wizard tournament! Just another demand to know who his mate is and if she was going to be a problem! He did not like that part one bit and debated about sending him a howler. Hermione had a few from Ron and Harry. He really didn't like this Ronald, and Potter sounded a bit clingy. Mr and Mrs Weasley had also written.

"Hogwarts?" His wife said feeling rather surprised by the last one and reached out to hold it.

Dear Mrs Krum (they both felt surprised.)

Congratulations on your marriage to Mr Viktor Krum on Friday the 11th of August. Please inform us of how you'd like to be addressed. We understand your husband is very protective of your safety and values your privacy!

Kind regards,

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

"How?" His wife asked in shock, Viktor felt a little angry as he held his mate tighter to him. How indeed? Perhaps it's time they floo called his parents, and find out what's been going on... he knew his mother had a few friends in England, but she wouldn't dare would she? If she has gossiped to her little friends then he won't be pleased. Viktor kissed his mark on his wife's neck, and their peaceful morning has now ended as reality sinks in.

They walked to their bedroom, her husband silently fuming as he held her tightly to him. Even though this place is like Fort Knox and nothing could get through it, she could understand this. They've not said a word to anyone with regards to who she is, yet somehow Hogwarts knew of this.

She chose some underwear, joggers and socks, with one of his Quidditch team jumpers and he chose joggers socks and boxers, with a matching navy blue crew neck jumper. Viktor pointed his wand at the fireplace and she turned her husband's face to her pressing her lips to his, he relaxed a little bit pulling her closer and buried his face in her neck, as he tried his best to calm the anger. She jumped when she hears Todor's voice.

"What has happened?" Todor asked stepping through, surprised by the angry Patronus and seeing the way his son is holding his mate. Viktor looked up and the anger in his eyes surprised him.

"Where is mother?" He asked, through clenched teeth, as he moved an arm using wandless magic, to retrieve a letter, which he handed to his father. Hermione had turned around in Viktor's arms to face him and he smiled in greeting which she returned. His eyebrows rose in surprise at the contents of the letter, and he closed his eyes trying to remember all of her friends' names.

"Fuck! The stupid woman..." he groaned.

"Do you know of a Minerva McGonagall?" Viktor's mate made a noise of surprise.

"She's my head of house at Hogwarts," Viktor growled. He had a feeling his mate is going to be in their son's bad books for a long-ish time after this slip-up. They'd told him he couldn't reveal the mate or Veela side of his life in the Daily Prophet! The least he and his wife can do is keep their mouths shut until Viktor and Hermione are ready to go fully public together.

"Who else has she told?" He growled out.

"I don't know son, I felt rather confused by the guilty feeling she had, when she came back last night after a couple of days away catching up with friends in Scotland."

"She knows how protective I am of my own privacy due to the fans, now I have my mate, I'm even more protective than before. She knows this and knew I am not ready to share my wife with the world and neither is Hermione."

"No, it has been nice living in our bubble we have been in. I also know it's not reality, but if we can come back to the past couple of weeks or so... I've lost track, then I'm happy with whatever Viktor decides."

"I'd like to think I can trust mother and those she calls friends but I'm feeling rather untrusting and if alcohol has been involved..." he left the sentence hanging.

"Especially not drunk!" His father agreed.

Oh, dear... Athena's in trouble, lol.

Double update :) because I'm also starting to think and debating about scenes for Viktor's arrival, when the two schools arrive at Hogwart's.

I'm curious to see what you all think? I am and I'm not following the books/films. I can't fit everything in and don't want to copy things completely.

Plus with how overprotective Viktor is, I think he might piss a few people off, lol.