#viktcrskrum

As Victoire grew more into her own little person, it became increasingly difficult to go anywhere without the toddler making a commotion. The girl was very bubbly and liked to talk to everyone. To be completely honest, she wasn’t sure how Mrs. Weasley had ever gone out with all of her children. The thought of having two overwhelmed Fleur a little bit. They were shopping in Diagon Alley and Victoire had said hi to almost everyone that she passed. Fleur walked with Victoire hand in hand, until her daughter squealed and ran towards someone that she recognized. 

“Uncle Vik!” Victoire screeched, pulling at the bottom of Viktor’s coat. Fleur walked quickly over to Viktor and her daughter and laughed softly at the scene. “Sorry. She’s feeling very talkative today. She’s excited to see you, as am I. How are you?” 

When the Triwizard Tournament had taken over the school, Draco hadn’t been much of a fan of the two students that represented Hogwarts. A bleeding Hufflepuff and Harry fuckin’ Potter. It was laughable and that was part of the reason he’d shown his support for Viktor Krum despite the fact that he represented Durmstrang. Viktor was a good quidditch player. He was respectable and truthfully - Draco really didn’t have a problem with the bloke. What he did have a problem with, however, was his fiancée making a fool of him. The fact that she was doing it with Viktor of all people was amusing, to say the least. There was a part of Draco that wondered if he could pawn Astoria off on Viktor. Another part of him that wondered if he could scare Viktor off. Either way - he didn’t truly care what the results would be. 

The blonde lurked outside of the quidditch pitch, waiting for Viktor to surface after practice. When he spotted the brunette, he called, “Oi, Krum!” Draco took a few steps towards the brunette, stopping when he was a couple of feet away. Signature sneer on his lips, Draco asked, “How’s my fiancée? I figured you’d know.” 

There weren’t many people that Fleur had stayed in touch with from her former school. Once she graduated from Beauxbatons, she hadn’t felt the need to look back at her time there. Most of the girls were concerned with their status. With their beauty. They didn’t understand what Fleur had gone through during the Triwizard Tournament. She supposed that was one of the reasons she had stayed in touch with Viktor Krum after all of the years that had passed. He understood the tasks that they’d gone through. He was kind. A good friend. She wrote to him when she could and she’d even managed to invite him to the wedding. 

They both had busy schedules, however, which meant getting together was difficult. However, she’d managed to find a time that worked with his schedule and she invited him over to the cottage for tea. Fleur busied herself with making a couple of sandwiches and placing the kettle on. When Viktor arrived, Fleur wrapped her arms around him and placed a kiss on both of his cheeks. “Viktor! How are you?!”