Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Viktor Krum/Ron Weasley Characters: Viktor Krum, Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Don’t copy to another site, Drunk Sex, Angst, Mpreg, Beltane Summary:
Our lives are defined by small moments. Some are of shock, pleasure, joy, or even sorrow. Ron Weasley’s life was defined by these same emotional moments during his pregnancy.
Nothing about the war was ever “said and done”. That would imply that the war had a nice clean ending and no one felt the repercussions of it anymore. But everyone did, even the kids born after it. It’s like you buried and burned the remaining bodies after the battle, but the ash and blood still linger in the air.
But that’s a line of thought that Ron has to cut off before it starts. It’s been a while since a fire in the hearth has led him down that road, but he’s exhausted and sore in the physical and emotional sense. Didn’t even make it to his bed, but the couch is about as comfortable as the ones in the common room used to be. Eyes still closed, he turns his face away from the flickering and dancing light.
Underneath him, another chest rises and falls slowly. Above him, a charmed book flips to the next page. Overpowering the subtle wood smoke is something clean and a little spicy, but also sweet. Ron still hasn’t figured out what combination of bath products, cologne, and aftershave Viktor uses to achieve it. He’ll have to settle for keeping his Bulgarian around, he guesses. And then snuggles deeper into the sweater that Viktor had taken to wearing around the house as soon as the temperature started dropping.
Viktor must have been pulled out of his book by Ron’s wiggling because very soon after Ron feels fingers carding through his hair. There’s a soft thud as the book floats and lands on the side table. Something warmer than the fire a few feet away builds in Ron’s chest at the thought that he can still have Viktor’s undivided attention without even trying.
Ron’s out not even a minute after. And the nightmares promised by the trials of his day never come.
‘Yeah, that’s right, smarm up to him, Malfoy,’ said Ron scathingly. ‘I bet Krum can see right through him, though … bet he gets people fawning over him all the time … where do you reckon they’re going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry … I wouldn’t mind giving him my bed, I could kip on a camp-bed.’
Viktor stumbles when the Portkey drops him off in warm sand. It takes a few deep breaths for the initial wave of nausea to pass, and then he straightens, closing his eyes and enjoying the salty breeze coming from the sea. It’s strange how much this place always feels like coming home, this secluded, picturesque cliffside in Cornwall – much more than his own house, that’s for sure. For a moment, he allows himself the memory of the walls that always feel a little too bare, the bed that always feels temporary and not quite right, and he knows he’s made the right decision in coming here.
It’s not just the scenery, though: ever since he announced his official retirement, all the wizarding magazines in Europe have been betting on his return, hounding his every step, constructing more and more ridiculous theories about his life, and there’s just something about finding a couple of Extendable Ears in his front garden every month that would grate on any sane person’s nerves.
So when Fleur’s letter arrived, it did not take much thinking to decide. You could come early, she wrote, even though you probably won’t have much peace. Apparently, the whole Weasley family has been in an uproar about the upcoming wedding for weeks now, and Bill has set his mind on acquiring some rare magical politics book for Hermione from a peddler in Cayenne; and I refuse, Viktor, I REFUSE to put my child through transatlantic travel if she has a perfectly responsible godfather who could watch her while recovering from his sordid affairs with Romanian vampire models.
How she keeps finding the articles about him in all the obscure South-European wizarding tabloids, Viktor does not know; what he does know is that she will tease him mercilessly while also offering sympathy about the horrible, horrible ways of the wizarding press.
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“ seeking the crazy [Viktor/Charlie]
Written for @aroacehogwarts “Aro/Ace Harry Potter Fanfiction and Fanart Competition”
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