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Chapter 39

"Wrapped so Pretty"

Narcissa and Hermione both caught the gesture between the two lovers.

"So." started Narcissa. "what's the story between you two love birds?"

Petur went scarlet around the ears. "Emelie and I met at her brother's place, he owns the little pub in town next to the florist. This one, The Veranda belongs to her mother and father."

"Yes, my family is the fifth generation to keep the Veranda alive, I am my mother's apprentice - I am to learn all the family traditions and recipes handed down for several generations now, which mean a great deal of recipes" she laughed and squinted her deep brown eyes as if she was thinking."so far I have, one-hundred and seventy-two mastered." she laughed again"and that's just from my great grandmother"

"Well you're a cute as a kitten and twice as keen." replied Mrs. Malfoy, she laughed lightly. "you two make a lovely couple." she also noted. Narcissa began to judge Emelie's features more closely, her medium-to dark skin tone reminded her of creamed coffee. Emelie's hair flowed freely with spirals of black curls.

"I remember when I had a waist that tiny." Narcissa said complimenting Petur's choice for a mate.

"Yes" Hermione could not even pretend to remember. She thought she would be stuck looking like a whale forever, she grimaced behind her menu instead. "funny I've not the slightest idea where it could have gone to."

"Don't fret darling you'll get your figure back soon enough."

"So are you ready?" Emelie asked Hermione. "when will you be due, from the looks of it soon."

"Yes, soon I hope. The doctor say's by the last moon of May. But Mum say's it will not be enough time. I think she just wish for her to be born by the summer moon of June."

"And it will be you'll see, those fancy doctor's can't knock an old witch's sense of keen timing."

They dined and Emelie joined them towards the ending course of their breakfast. She took a seat beside Petur and Hermione could only imagine the two young lovers holding hands on the other side of the table. Mrs. Malfoy then inquired about the lavatories and Emelie happily directed her.

Now Petur and Hermione were sitting alone until they returned.

She regarded him with an inquisitive stare, but he was absorbed in the evening menu and didn't seem to notice.

"I take it, you come here to eat often?" asked Hermione sipping her glass of cold milk.

"Yes, I like being vith Emelie, ve are getting along very vell. And she show's me all the attractions. I am very fortunate to have met her."

"She's is lovely, I wish you two lots of happy times."

"Thank you, I appreciate it very much. And I vish you and Draco a happy and long marriage."

Hermione ignored his obvious intrusion for answers. She was sure it was coming soon, that he would ask her about her relations with Draco. It was her own fault making such a spectacle of herself earlier.

"So are you serious? Are you leaving him? He doesn't seem to be taking your absence very vell you know." Petur grimaced as he lifted his glass of iced water to his lips and sipped.

This was it, she had bided her time until it was the right moment, and well, no time would get any better than now. She got down to business. "Exactly what are you up to?"

Vat do you mean by zat?"

"Why did you come to Grindlewald?"

"It's a nice place to visit -non?"

"There are a lot of nice places." She drilled him with the same look she often given Harry when he was hiding something from her. "Petur Krum put down that glass and tell me exactly what are you doing here." She realized she was feeling very protective of Draco. It felt strange, especially considering how upset she still was with him.

"Tis nothing." he shrugged and chose another pastry from their basket. "Just having a little fun, zat's all."

"What do you want from him, other than his position on the team?" she demanded. Draco had expressed to her before his dislike for the boy. And Hermione assumed the feeling was mutual on Krum's part.

"Vhy voud I vant anything from him?"

"Because you wouldn't be here otherwise." she rubbed her forefinger around the rim of her milk glass. "The way you two are always at one another, I find it hard to believe you would even think of staying in the same town with him."

Petur grew quiet and pinched tiny pieces from his pasty.

"Sooner of later he'll have to pass the throne, and then the position will be yours. Quidditch is a brutal game, none of it players can last forever. Why can't you just wait?"

Petur slammed his fist on the tabletop and the silverware rattled. "Because I should `ave it now!" he shouted.

"Apparently the coaches don't agree."

"Aaah They `r fools."

"You seem to go out of your way to give him a hard time. Why is that? Just because he's your superior doesn't mean you have to rival with him, it doesn't mean you have to be enemies."

His expression grew sullen, making him look younger. "Because I hate him."

"If I hated someone as much as you seem to hate Draco, I'd do my best to stay away from him."

"Nooo . . . You do not understand, it is not Draco I , maybe a vee bit. . .it is my numskull, pea-brain brothèr."

"Viktor?" Hermione sounded surprise "Why do you hate your brother?"

"Because -He is a real prick. . . And zat is all."

Hermione didn't speak, she waited for him to explain.

"He's . . . -I don't know. He looks down on me." Petur nudged his plate. "He makes me feel I can never be as good as he is now, everything vith Viktor is always a competition. He believe he is better at everything. -Aaah but in the game against the Falcon's my brothèr he thinks he is so clever. He deliberately try to knock Draco from his broom. Vas you there? Did you see it?"

"No." said Hermione. "I- I didn't know Draco then, well I did but -you know."

Petur nodded "Aaaa it vas a beautiful game Hermione -beautiful! Draco, he was truly amazing, he nailed my brothèr. Really put his face in the dirt you know. Viktor didn't stand a chance against your husband. . . . I say to myself, YES! Petur this is it, this is the team you should play for. So, I. . .er. . leave my country and I come to join the Falcon's here."

"Ahh." sighed Hermione.

"Vat's that mean -aahh?"

"Nothing. Just ahh."

"Ya! I know it is just aahh. . . Vut you said it like it vas suppose to mean somet`ing"

"Does it? I suppose you think Draco would make a fairly descent coach."

"Do you seriously t`ink I'd vant him coaching me, having him on my arse all the time shouting 'hey pretty boy Pete, get your èad in the game!' Or yelling at me that I'm slower than his house elf. Believe me that's the last thing I need. I'm a good player and someday, someday I'll be a good seeker without anyone's help."

"But an even better one with Draco there to mentor you." she said.

So that's why Petur was here in Grindlewald. It was more than the fact that he wanted Draco's position, he was afraid that Draco would vanish away from the team and he wanted Draco to coach him. But unless she missed her guess, he didn't have a clue how to ask him and still hold his pride, because the world did see him as Petur Krum, who by right should seek his brother for guidance.

Hermione tucked the information away as she always did with puzzles and equations.