A few months later
Viktor's daughter was back at Beauxbatons and his son was playing Quidditch.
Ever since the little snogging scene between his son and Hermione's daughter, the magic paparazzi has been following the both of them, finding out literally every single detail about them such as what they had for lunch or what their school records were. There were articles based on the two having a relationship, which was not true albeit the kissing scene, as Rose had an on and off relationship with Scorpius and Atanas was too busy with Quidditch.
Even with these downsides on the two, Viktor still thought that there was a chance that they two would get together somehow. Their little fling and infatuation on a days course all those months ago would turn into something greater... something called love and Viktor was sure of it.
He had seen the look on his son's eyes when he had first seen Rose. It hadn't been the 'oh pretty girl' look but one that evidently told the whole world that something about himself had changed. He had the look in his eye that projected that his world had been blown away and flipped upside down.
Viktor was also sure that his son loved her, it was just that he hadn't found what his heart wanted yet.
The Quidditch game that Rose had been invited to to watch Atanas had been the most Viktor had ever seen Atanas really show off whilst on a broom. He remembered seeing his entrance into the stadium, full of gymnastic flips and turns and all sorts of skills with a broom. Atanas was never the type to do that, but there had been a girl to impress. Then during the game, he had caused as much damage as possible towards the other team's seeker even without touching the poor man. The game had ended with a record smashing record of the most points earned for a team's win in a single match. It had been the best he had ever seen his son produce during a game.
He then remembered that after Atanas had seen a picture on the Daily Prophet of a snog between Rose and Scorpius, his game started to drop albeit still scrapping into wins by the smallest of margins.
His son had started to lose his elegance during a wronski feint. He had even almost drop the snitch after catching it.
"Dad, I'm going out," Atanas yelled as he ran down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Viktor asked.
"On a date,"
Viktor rolled his eyes as there was no surprise there. His son usually went out on dates with girls he didn't care about to vent out his turbulent emotions.
"I'll be back late at night... maybe tomorrow." his son continued.
There was a snap. His son had apparated out.