A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome back to another fic :)
I'm really bad at writing accents, so I chose not to in this fic. I hope you enjoy it regardless!
This one is for Round 6 of The Houses Competition, where I'm in Ravenclaw House and writing for Potions. This competition, we have to write a drabble (500-1000 words) as well as a standard (1000-3000 words). This fic is the Standard of the two. Prompts are listed below.
Thank you kindly to BeaWrites, and AstralPendragonfor the beta!
Word Count: 1100
Disclaimers/Warnings:
Summary: Hermione has a surprise spoiled for her, but that just makes her anticipate it all the more.
Prompts:
The Houses Competition Y10 R6
[Event] Quidditch World Cup
[First Line] We've spent too many hours, too many years, too many lives trying to figure out how we fit together. (Alt. We've/We'd/They've/They'd)
"The Winning Catch"
"We've spent too many hours, too many years, too many lives trying to figure out how we fit together." Hermione's breath stopped short as he stood before her, the victory snitch in his hand. He held it out and a teammate took it from him so he could take her hands in his own, and Hermione knew what was coming next. Her mind immediately flashed back to that morning, that inevitably started it all.
The morning had started languidly enough. Hermione had been up first, like every morning, tucked into the sunny bay window with her favorite blanket, a cup of fresh tea, and the latest book to come out in a series of mysteries that she had been obsessed with when she was younger. She was roused from the intriguing investigation of Arlene Idler by her boyfriend grumbling from the bed.
"Bookbug, you always leave the bed so cold," he complained as he rolled over and shot her a look from his side of the bed. Hermione stifled a chuckle.
"If you weren't such a furnace that made me feel like I was melting every night, perhaps I wouldn't have to put a cooling charm on my side of the bed," she pointed out, placing her bookmark carefully in place. "Are we ready for breakfast?"
Viktor sat up in bed and scrubbed his face. "Shower first, then breakfast. Coach wants us to do a team breakfast, partners are welcome." He paused for a moment. "I told you about this last night, yes? I didn't forget to tell you, did I?" He looked up at her worriedly.
"Don't worry, you told me last night as you stumbled in on the arms of your beater team. Why you all thought it was a good idea to go to the bars last night, the night before the final of the Quidditch World Cup, I'm not too sure," she admitted. Viktor laughed.
"Team bonding," he replied before flipping the covers off of him. "Alright, shower first, then breakfast."
"I'll get your clothes ready for the day," Hermione called out after him as he headed to the bathroom. Viktor blew her a kiss over his shoulder before he disappeared behind the door, and Hermione grinning widely in response.
She was still a little in disbelief as to how well they had come back together. Several years after the war has seen her and Ron parting amicably when they realized they were fine as friends and worse as lovers. Going to a Quidditch game with Harry and Ron made Hermione and Viktor cross paths once more, and the rest, as they say, was history.
Hermione folded up her blanket and set her book and finished tea aside to go rummage around in her boyfriend's luggage. She was just pulling out a pair of jeans when a little velvety black box tumbled out.
Hermione stared at the box, knowing exactly what it was.
They had talked about it. They were both on the same page. He had told her that she wasn't allowed to know when, where, or how he would propose.
This was this. This was how he was going to do it.
The sound of the shower shutting off made her scramble to hide the box further in his luggage, and she grabbed the rest of his outfit to lay it out on the bed for him.
It would be difficult to go the rest of the day without giving away what she knew, but it would be worth it in the end. She just knew it.
Hermione quickly busied herself with putting on the finishing touches of her own outfit, so she would be distracted when Viktor came out of the bathroom. He greeted her with a kiss that she happily reciprocated before he wandered over to the bed to get dressed.
The rest of the day, Hermione tried very hard to not get too excited about the inevitable. She barely sat still during the team breakfast, couldn't contain her excitement as she escorted Viktor to the dressing rooms, and had a large smile on her face as she took her seat in the player's box with the rest of the girlfriends and wives for the Bulgarian Team.
This wouldn't be the first time she'd gone to a Quidditch World Cup, but it would be the first being a partner of one of the players.
The lights dimmed, the announcer began his presentation, and Hermione settled in to watch. There was a slight disappointment that the rest of the day hadn't proved fruitful, but there was still a chance for after the game. Each team would host an afterparty, win or lose. If Hermione was a betting witch, she would have bet her entire Gringotts vault on the proposal taking place there.
She was glad she was wrong.
After a harrowing four hour match, where the two teams were neck and neck, a cheer suddenly began at one end of the stadium before quickly spreading to the rest of them.
"AND KRUM HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, MEANING BULGARIA HAS WON THE WORLD CUP!"
Hermione zeroed in on her boyfriend and grinned as he flew towards her, oblivious to anything else going on around them.
As Viktor gently touched down into the box, the winning snitch in one hand and his broom in the other, Hermione watched with a widening grin as he approached, giddiness filling her at his finally winning a Quidditch World Cup.
"You did it," she whispered happily as he drew close for a kiss. Hermione ignored the flashing bulb of a reporter who had snuck into the players box.
"I did it for you," came his response. He dropped his broom as his teammates joined him in the box. "We've spent too many hours, too many years, too many lives trying to figure out how we fit together." Hermione's breath stopped short as Viktor stood before her, the victory snitch in his hand. He held it out and a teammate took it from him so Viktor could take her hands in his own, and Hermione knew what was coming next.
Viktor dropped to one knee and pulled a little velvet box out of his pocket. "Hermione, will you marry me?" he asked as he opened the ring box to reveal a gorgeous box cut sapphire with a silver band inlaid with diamonds. Hermione's smile widened as she nodded.
"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" And as Viktor stood to place the ring on her finger, Hermione knew that this would only be the beginning of the rest of their lives.
