Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and his friends, I just borrow them from J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Oh, well, I like Viktor Krum pretty much, he is a good boy. I'm aware that there are very few stories about this pairing on the net, but I wanted to write something about them anyway. I really hope that you'll enjoy it!

To Halo of Darkness: Thanks a lot for beta-reading this chapter. You are really nice!

Finding Out

Viktor lazily stretched out an arm and reached the other side of the double bed, founding it empty.

"Herm-own-ninny?" he called sleepily. He tried to open his eyes, but something like a fog obscured his sight. He quickly glanced at his watch before shutting them closed again. It was seven thirty. What a lucky thing it was for him to be a professional Quidditch player; he didn't have to work in the morning, exactly the contrary of what Hermione must do for her morning turn in St. Mungo's where she was training as a Healer. She was enthusiastic about that; with her 22 years, she was one of the most promising Healers in the whole hospital.

When the Second War was finally over and Voldemort gone forever, everybody had the time for growing up and living his life. Viktor's greatest desire had been to come back to England and find a job in some good Quidditch team. He wanted to improve his English but, first, naturally, he wanted to see the beautiful and incredible smart young girl he went to the Yule Ball with again and was having a lovely correspondence since he finished his school.

All that had happened two years before. Viktor managed to go to England and became Seeker for the Chudley Cannons. Of course, his wish to play in a good Quidditch team had been destroyed, but he was quite happy about the fact that the Cannons were quickly climbing the league standings after he started to play for them. Plus he met Hermione again, and this time they started a proper relationship. She was starting to work at St. Mungo and raise her first money. After a year of going out together, they bought a small house near Diagon Alley, halfway between the Quidditch Pitch where Viktor had his Quidditch trainings and St. Mungo's.

Life seemed to be perfect for the two of them. They had all they wanted. Someone to love and that loved them back; a great job that they adored, and some very good friends and families. They were addicted to each other.

But all the good things seemed to have to come to an end. In fact, lately, Hermione was quite easily irritable. Viktor couldn't say anything without causing a terrible reaction that usually ended up with him sleeping on the couch. The moment before, she was the happiest girl on Earth and a second later, she was terribly depressed. Then, her appetite was changed. She used to eat only healthy food and in moderation. Now, it was as if she could eat everything and her hunger never stopped.

Viktor didn't know what he was supposed to do, but the thing was going on for almost a couple of weeks and he didn't like it at all. But he simply loved Hermione too much to not care about her.

He tried to open his eyes again and this time, it was fairly better. He was starting to feel a little bit more awake. He picked up the alarm clock from the bedside table and looked at the time again. Eight. He tried to recall to his memory what he had to do that day. Hermione finished her shift at one p.m.. He had to go to St. Mungo's and picked her up. Then they would have lunch together and that afternoon, he had Quidditch training until six p.m. He decided that he could have got up at midday. Viktor would have had all the time to prepare himself and then go to St. Mungo's. He picked up his wand from the bedside table and moved it lazily in the air. The windows swung open and the room was lighted up.

He stretched his arms and legs in the bed and yawned, then pulled away the sheets and jumped on the floor. He went to the bathroom and took a cold shower to wake up completely. He went to the kitchen and prepared a couple of eggs for himself. He sat and ate with the morning edition of the Daily Prophet in front of him. Then, Viktor decided to do some exercises, as he did every morning, out in the garden. Naturally, all the witches and wizards that passed by couldn't help but stop for a while to admire the famous Quidditch player who was running around the garden in shorts and a t-shirt. After about four hours of extremely exhausting exercises, he prepared to go to St. Mungo's and fetch Hermione.

He walked to the hospital, passed in front of the shop window, and asked the voice to go to the First Floor. As soon as he touched the Portkey, he found himself in a crowded hospital ward with wizards and witches of all sorts. He quickly walked towards the Information Office.

"Excuse me," he said politely to a young girl with an unfriendly face. "Miss. Granger has already finished her turn?"

The girl shot him a nasty look. "And you are?" she asked rudely.

Viktor smiled, trying to do his best to be nice. "Her boyfriend."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, she has finished her turn, but she has gone to the dressing room. You know, changing her robes."

"And where is the dressing room?" he asked.

The young girl laughed. "I'm sorry," she said, all but feeling sorry, "But I'm afraid you are not allowed into the Healers' dressing room, sir."

Viktor did his best to keep the smile on his face. "Ok," he said, "Can I wait for her here?"

The girl nodded and turned her attention to a witch that seemed to have eaten something poisoned.

"Laura." A Healer walked to the Information Office and called the young girl. "Have you seen Hermione Granger?"

The girl shook her head. "You have to take a number, sir. You are not the only one that is looking for Hermione," she said, nodding towards Viktor, who smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, of course," said the Healer, looking at the Quidditch player. "It's a pleasure." Then, without waiting for his reply, he turned his head towards the girl again. "I have here the result of her exams, will you give them to her?" he said, placing a white envelope on the table.

The girl nodded and the Healer left, heading for the stairs.

Viktor looked at the envelope. Hermione's name was followed by her address and phone number.

"Excuse me?" he asked nonchalantly to the girl. "Is this for Hermione Granger?"

"Wow, what a genius you are," she answered sarcastically.

"Vhat kind of exams did she do?" he asked, trying to do his best to sound cordial.

She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Didn't she tell you?"

Viktor shot a glare at her. "No," he said, gritting his teeth.

She shrugged her shoulders again. "Well, I shouldn't tell you, then," she said annoyingly. "But," and now she lowered her voice, "If you really insist, I can tell you that she did a pregnancy test."

It was clear that she very much enjoyed to look at Viktor while the colour faded away from his face. "P-pregnancy test?"

She nodded. "Oh, yes. And here," she patted at the envelope, "Are the results and she doesn't even know them."

"D-do you think that I can haff a look at them?"

The girl smiled. "Of course you can't. These things are extremely personal."

Viktor felt something like hate against that girl. But two minutes later, he was forgetting everything when an old woman entered the hospital screaming and showing everybody the long tentacles that were growing from her hands. The girl named Laura had to take her quickly up the stairs, disappearing from Viktor's sight, and leaving him alone with the envelope.

Viktor looked at the stairs for a long moment, and then turned his head towards Hermione's results. He stretched out an arm to pick them up, but something kept him. He couldn't do that. He couldn't see Hermione's results before her. Of course, he was the father, so he had all rights to see them the same moment as Hermione, but they were her results. But he wanted to know. He wanted to know so badly.

"Viktor."

He heard Hermione's voice from behind him and without even thinking about what he was doing, he seized the envelope and placed it in his pocket.

She was walking quickly towards him a big smile across her face. "Hi, Viktor," she said, throwing her arms at him.

"Hi, Herm-own-ninny," he answered, kissing her. "How are you doing?"

"I'm tired, but I'm ok," she answered, smiling, "What about you? What did you do this morning?"

"Oh, nothing important," he said, taking her hand, "Just some exercises. But are you sure that you are feeling absolutely vell?"

Hermione looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Yes, I am. Why are you-"

"Because I care for you," he cut her off with a big smile.

Hermione smiled back. "Will you wait a second? I wanted to see if there's something for me at the Information Office," she said, letting him go and walking towards the empty office.

"Herm-own-ninny, vait," Viktor reached her and seized her arm. "I vas vaiting for you right here and I'm sure that there's nothing for you."

Hermione glanced at the office and then faced Viktor. "Maybe you don't know what I'm waiting for," she said, half smiling.

'Maybe I am,' thought Viktor. "No. Vell, I don't know, but there's nobody here and I'm sure that there's nothing for you."

"How do you know?" she asked suspiciously.

Viktor started to sweat conspicuously. "Because I said I was your boyfriend, and they didn't give anything to me."

Hermione smiled again. "Because I told them that they had to give it to me and only me. I would have killed them if they gave it to you."

Viktor gulped, finding it quite hard to stay near Hermione right at that moment.

"Viktor? Is everything alright?"

He nodded. "I'll be vaiting for you outside," he said, walking quickly towards the door. He exited and leaned against the wall outside the building. He placed a hand in his pocket and touched the envelope, Hermione would have killed him. She surely would.

"Viktor." Hermione reached him and touched his arm. "I don't want to wait for somebody to tell me if there is something for me. I'll ask tomorrow," she said smiling.

Viktor smiled back weakly, "Ok, shall ve go eat something?"

"Oh, yes, please. I'm starving," said Hermione with a hungry look. Viktor couldn't help but smile.

They walked to the Muggle restaurant at the corner of the street. Hermione looked like she hadn't eaten for almost a month.

"At what time do you have your Quidditch training?" she asked him, swallowing some potatoes.

"Two and half," he said, checking the watch, "Are you coming?"

"Oh, Viktor, I would really like to, but I'm meeting Ginny this afternoon. We have to talk. You know, girl things," she replied, giggling.

Viktor sighed in relief. "Ok, don't vorry about that. I'll be home at about seven. Vhat vill you prepare for dinner?"

Hermione glared at him, her giggling faded away. "What do you think? That I'm your servant?"

Viktor gulped. "N-no, of course you are not. I vas just asking."

"Oh, yeah, of course. Just asking," she repeated sarcastically.

Viktor looked at her confused, then checked his watch again. "I think that I should go. I don't vanna be late for the training."

"And you are gonna leave me here alone?"

"N-no, but I should really go," he answered weakly, sitting up.

"Ok, then, just go. But this evening, for dinner, don't expect me to prepare you something elaborate, ok?" she said, waving a hand in front of him.

Viktor smiled and bended down to kiss her on her cheek. Hermione couldn't help smiling back while he exited.

He quickly walked out of the restaurant and took a deep breath in the cold air. He placed his hands in his pockets and touched the envelope again. He couldn't read that thing. Hermione would have killed him. He decided to walk to the Quidditch Pitch instead of Apparating there. He would have had more time to think about what to do.

Viktor wanted to know. He had to know. He would have known sooner or later. But was it right to know it before her? And was he ready to know something like that? Of course he was. It was all he had always wanted: a family with the girl that he loved. Maybe he could have asked someone about what to do. But who? Ginny Weasley? He rejected this option. Ginny and Hermione were best friends and she would have surely told her what was going on. Ron Weasley? He rejected this option too. Ron didn't understand a thing about girls. Harry Potter? Maybe Harry was the one that he looked for, but he wasn't all that better than Ron.

Without even noticing it, he reached the Quidditch Pitch in which he used to have his Quidditch trainings. To the Muggles, it looked like the old courtyard of an abandoned factory, but it was the place where the Chudley Cannons tried to do their best.

"Hey, Viktor."

"Hi, Ted," Viktor greeted his playmate back, grinning.

"Is everything alright? You are early," Ted asked him.

"Yeah, it is, thank you. And you are early, too. Vhat about you?"

"Everything is fine, thanks. Ready for the match this Saturday?"

"I hope so. Last training vas really good, vasn't it?"

"Yeah," said Ted, enthusiastically, "Since you are here, the Cannons are going better every day."

They entered the changing room and started to change their clothes. When Ted was ready, he looked at Viktor. "Are you coming?"

"Go ahead," he said, lingering on his shoes. "I'm almost ready."

"Ok," said Ted, disappearing outside of the door and leaving Viktor alone. Viktor took his jeans and pulled the envelope out of the pocket. He stared at it for a long moment and then sighed heavily. He took out his wand and touched the envelope, which magically opened. The small piece of parchment inside was covered with strange numbers and words that Viktor barely understood. Why they didn't write only yes or no? He glanced at the bottom of the parchment and finally found something useful.

"Positive at the pregnancy test," he muttered, reading the last line. He stared in front of him. He would have become a father. Did he want that? Yes, he did. He absolutely did. Now he just had to ask her to marry him. But he didn't want to let her believe that he asked her that just because he found out that she was pregnant. He had to ask her before she found out that she was expecting. He had to be quick because she already had some suspicions about that, although she would have never done the test. But it wasn't important that she knew that she was pregnant, she couldn't know that he already knew. He would have asked her in the most romantic way that he would have been able to figure out.

"What are you reading?"

Viktor has been so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice that someone entered the changing room.

"A pregnancy test? Are you pregnant?" asked a man that was trying to read the piece of parchment.

Viktor put it away as quickly as he could. Then, turned his head to face him. "I'm not pregnant, Ron," he said, yet he couldn't help but smile.

Ron Weasley looked back at him. "Hermione?"

Viktor's smile became wider. He opened his mouth to answer, but couldn't find anything to say, so he just nodded.

"Really?" asked Ron excitedly, "How far along is she? Is a boy or a girl? How does she feel? When-"

"She doesn't know yet," said Viktor, cutting him off.

Ron looked at him with his eyes wide open. "She doesn't know?"

Viktor shook his head.

"And you know it?"

Viktor nodded.

"Are you sure that she is pregnant?"

Viktor nodded again.

"And then, how is that possible?"

Viktor sighed and showed him the pregnancy test. "She doesn't know that her results vere ready this morning."

"And you took them without telling her?"

Viktor nodded.

"Wow, Hermione will get really angry," said Ron thoughtfully.

"Thanks, Ron," Viktor said sarcastically.

Ron shrugged his shoulders. "What are you going to do now?"

Viktor smiled. "I'll ask her to marry me."

Ron smiled back. "How?"

"I don't know yet," said Viktor, suddenly becoming serious, "I thought that I could haff asked your sister for some good advice about-"

"Who? Ginny? She would tell Hermione everything," said Ron, waving a hand in front of Viktor.

"Yeah, that vas vhat I thought too," answered Viktor, "But then I don't really know who to ask."

Ron cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. "My dear Viktor, you have one of the most famous playboy of all St. Catchpole in front of you."

Viktor looked at him and feared the worst. "But I don't vant to disturb you, I know that you are very busy vith your job right now and-"

"Rubbish," said Ron, grinning, "If I can find the time to come here and watch my favourite team's trainings, I can also find the time for my favourite player, don't you think?"

Viktor gulped. "Yes," he said weakly. Indeed, he hadn't lots to do at work. He and Harry were Aurors and since Voldemort's death, their work was only a small amount than before.

"I already have an idea, but I think that I have to work on it a little bit more," said Ron thoughtfully.

"You can talk to me after the training, if you vant," Viktor said, walking towards the door.

Ron followed him. "Of course I want. Don't worry, you'll be married to Hermione before you'll be able to say 'ring'," he said, patting Viktor on his shoulder. He then walked away giggling in a terrific way.

Viktor looked at him while he mounted his broomstick. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. He was Ron, after all, and he knew Hermione really well. Maybe he would have had some good idea.

'Maybe,' thought Viktor while he looked at Ron sitting on the terraces.