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A/N: Wow, I really didn't expect so much response about this story. Thanks a lot to all the people that reviewed. I've just noticed that this chapter is really short, sorry about that. Anyway, I think it's pretty funny, so I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

To Halo of Darkness: Thank you very much for beta-reading this chapter, you are extremely precious to me.

Ron's Advice

Viktor made his way between several witches with their face painted with the colours of the Puddlemere United. "Herm-own-ninny, do you vant something to eat?" he asked Hermione when they finally reached the small coffee shop.

Hermione looked around herself and nodded. "Yes, please. I would love to eat some of those," she said, pointing to the sandwiches.

"Some?" asked Viktor, eyeing the triple-decker sandwiches in the window.

"Some. Why, is there something wrong?" she snapped at him.

"Something vrong? No, no," he answered quickly. "Ve take some of these," he said to the barman.

"How many people do you have to feed?" the barman asked.

"Just one," answered Viktor, smiling.

The barman raised his eyebrows and wrapped three sandwiches in some silver paper before handing them to Viktor.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome," answered the barman, smiling.

They exited the coffee shop and tried to find their way back to their seats.

"Wow, this match is gonna be really exciting," said Hermione sarcastically.

"Really?" said Viktor, concerned.

"Of course," she replied as she unwrapped a sandwich.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, let's just say that coming to this Quidditch match wasn't on my 'to do' list, but I'm rather enjoying it," she said, biting the sandwich.

"Hermione, Viktor!" Ron made his way towards a group of young witches that were looking adoringly at Viktor.

"Hi, Ron," said Hermione, smiling.

"Hermione, you look like – hem – you are really nice," said Ron, who was going to say something like 'overweight' but decided to keep it for himself.

"Thank you, Ron," said Hermione.

"Viktor, my friend, are you ready?"

"Ready? For what, Viktor?" asked Hermione looking from Ron to him.

"For the match on Saturday, Herm-own-ninny," he answered quickly, "Right, Ron?"

Ron suppressed a giggle. "Yeah, for that, Hermione," he said blinking at Viktor. "Well, I should hurry, the match is gonna start in a few minutes. Harry and Ginny are coming soon."

"Vhere are you sitting?"

"Over there," said Ron, pointing at the other side of the Quidditch field, "Are you happy that you are here, Hermione?"

"Of course, Ron, didn't you know that Quidditch was my favourite sport?" she asked sarcastically.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm sure that you'll like this match. By the way, did you see Wood?"

"Not yet, but I'm sure that we will see him, he is the Keeper, Ron."

"Right, see you later, then," he said, walking towards the other side of the field.

Hermione followed him with her eyes. "What was he talking about?"

"I don't know vhat do you mean," said Viktor, looking around the Quidditch field.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but, at that very moment, the amplified voice of the commentator filled the stadium. "Welcome to this Quidditch match. Today, we will have Puddlemere United against-" But Hermione's head was somewhere else, she was thinking about what Ron had said. She didn't go mad about Quidditch, but of course she was quite happy to be there with Viktor. And why did she have to like that match more than others? She was pretty sure that there was something that they, Ron and Viktor, were hiding something from her.

The players exited into the field on their brooms and started to zoom between the people sat on the terraces, who started to scream in excitement. They started to play and Puddlemere United scored almost immediately. Hermione noticed that Oliver Wood sent a greeting in her direction. Hermione looked around herself and was surprised to know that he was greeting her. The only time that Oliver has ever noticed her was in their third year when she cast that spell on Harry's glasses during the Quidditch match under the rain. She greeted him back.

"Is he Oliver Vood?" asked Viktor, interested.

Hermione nodded. "He was in his seventh year when I was in my third. He was the Gryffindor Quidditch captain."

"I know, Ron told me," said Viktor smiling.

"Ron? You talked with Ron about Oliver Wood?"

Viktor nodded.

"Why?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrows.

Viktor shrugged his shoulders. "Ve vere talking of Quidditch and came up vith this subject. He said that he is a great Quidditch player."

Hermione nodded. "Just a little bit obsessed with Quidditch, but he was a good player."

Viktor waved a hand in front of her. "Right, right. Now vill you please pay attention to the match? It's gonna be really interesting."

Hermione glared at him, but didn't say anything. She started her second sandwich and paid the least attention as she could to the match.

When the break was approaching, Viktor started to check his watch every minute. "Are you nervous?" Hermione asked him, swallowing the last bite of her third and last sandwich.

"No," he said, trying to sound calm, "Should I be?"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, then stood up.

"Vhere are you going?" Viktor asked her, seizing her arm.

"To the coffee shop. I want something else to eat," she answered, freeing herself from his grip.

"But, you can't."

"Why?" asked Hermione with her eyes flashing dangerously.

"B-because, the first half is almost over and then there's the break and you can go and-"

"Exactly, Viktor. There will be the break and so everybody will go to buy something to eat, I just want to avoid the queue," and without adding anything else, she disappeared between the people.

Viktor followed her with his gaze, then he turned towards Ron on the other side of the field and started to gesticulate nervously, trying to capture Ron's attention. But he was only spotted by Harry, who thought he was greeting him and greeted him back with a smile on his face. Viktor shook his head and indicated Ron. Harry looked questioningly to him, but then seemed to understand that he had to call Ron. He elbowed his best friend on his ribs and nodded towards Viktor. Finally, Ron looked at him. Viktor indicated the empty seat next to him. Ron seemed to realize something and smiled, raising his thumb. The Bulgarian shook his head and moved his arms faster. Ron smiled and whistled towards Wood, who smiled back to him and nodded, then he flew towards the ground and reached a man with his face painted with the colours of the Puddlemere that stood there with a long banner rolled under his arm. The man, who was exactly under the place where Viktor sat, nodded and started to walk in the middle of the Quidditch field.

Viktor followed him nervously. He had to do something. Hermione was still at the coffee shop and didn't seem to be coming back anytime soon. Viktor sat up and stepped quickly towards the parapet.

"Vait," he screamed, trying to capturing the attention of the man. But the people around him were screaming so much that he barely heard his own voice. He snorted and punched the parapet with all his force, but didn't notice that with his elbow, he hit a woman on the nose. She screamed in pain and stepped back, banging against a man. He lost his balance and fell over the parapet, right on the man that was beginning to unroll the banner. The man with the banner took some time to understand what happened to him, but when he recovered, he started to kick and beat the man that fell on him, who started to defend himself. When the players of the teams noticed the fight that that was occurring on the ground, they landed near the men and started to divide them. Before anybody could have understood what happened, the supporters of the teams were all in the field having a great fight with their wands. Some of the spells flew near Viktor, who was looking at them with his mouth wide open.

"Viktor." Ron made his way towards him. "What did you do that for? That man had a romantic declaration of your love for Hermione on that banner, why did you try to kill him? If you are having a rethinking, you could have just told me."

Viktor glared at him. "I'm not haffing a rethinking," he said stiffly, "I told you to vait because Herm-own-ninny vasn't here."

"What? Hermione wasn't there? Where did she go?"

"To the coffee shop to buy some more food."

"Why didn't you stop her?"

Viktor sighed. "She could haff killed me, she vas hungry."

"But I thought that you were saying that I could proceed with my plan," protested Ron.

"I vas telling you the exact contrary," said Viktor raising his voice.

"What are you two talking about?" asked Harry approaching them.

Viktor and Ron exchanged a meaningful look.

"Nothing," said Viktor, while Ron said, "Hermione's pregnant."

Viktor glared at him again. "You are quick to grasp the meaning of my gestures," he snapped.

Ron shrugged his shoulders. "You should be clearer."

"Wow, wait a minute," said Harry, standing between the two of them. "Hermione's pregnant?" Both Ron and Viktor nodded. "That's great. Where is she?" he asked, looking around, "I want to congratulate her."

"You can't. She doesn't know yet," said Ron, grinning.

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at them. Viktor sighed and started to explain everything: how yesterday he found out that she was pregnant and how Ron found out too. Then he started to explain Ron's idea of romanticism, which included a Quidditch match and a banner where Viktor asked Hermione to marry him. And finally, how they didn't quite understand each other and the mess he made.

Harry nodded understandingly. "So, Ron, you thought that it would have been cute if Viktor asked Hermione to marry him during a Quidditch match?"

Ron nodded. "I think it's a great idea."

"Well, let's hope that you will never need to do something like that for any girl that I know."

Ron snorted. "What do you suggest, then?"

Harry smiled. "Isn't that obvious? What does Hermione love most?"

Ron looked at his best friend puzzled.

"Books," answered Viktor.

"Exactly, and that's why you should – oh, hi, Hermione!"

"Hi, Harry. How are you doing?"

"Fine. Thanks, what about you?"

"I'm fine," she said smiling. "I was just a little bit hungry," she added when Harry noticed the pieces of pizza in her hands.

Harry smiled and nodded. "Well, I should go and find Ginny. She was screaming at some supporter of the other team. See you, Hermione, and talk to you later, Viktor."

Viktor nodded.

"Oh, my gosh," exclaimed Hermione, looking around herself. "What happened here?"

Ron suppressed his laughter and followed his friend, leaving Viktor the pleasure of finding an excuse for what happened in the Quidditch Field.