Maybe Next Year
Title: Maybe Next Year
Rating: T
Author: tres_blue
Genre: Gen./Humor
Pairing: V/Hr
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters in the story, I just ask their mom/guardian, J.K Rowling, if they can come out and play for awhile.
Summary: Next year sounds good.
“I can’t leef her like this.”
“Yes you can, you have to,” Hermione reassured her husband for the fifth time, her hand running up and down his arm to sooth him.
“No I don’t,” he replied looking over his shoulder and moving to turn around.
“Viktor, she’ll be fine,” she protested attempting to dig her heels into the cobblestone under her feet.
“I saw you crying, luff,” he said as he began to retrace their steps, “if she vill be fine, vhy cry?” he asked giving her a knowing look over his shoulder.
“This is good for her, Viktor. It has to be done,” Hermione tried again, receiving no response.
The building he was so intent on came into sight and Hermione found herself jogging to keep up with her husband, who was sending nervous glances to her then back to the building.
“Viktor, if we don’t do this now we never will. It’s well past time…”
“Not today, luff,” he said as he walked up the main entrance steps and pushed the door open, motioning for her to precede him.
“Viktor, this is ridiculous…” she started only to have him ‘shush’ her and walk up to the main desk.
“I vould like to make a vithdraw,” he informed the elderly witch sitting behind the desk, who looked at Hermione, who had her arms folded and was sending her husband an annoyed look, then back at Viktor, a smile on her face.
“Yes, sir. May I know the name please,” she said kindly, seeing enough of these situations to know better than to ask questions.
“Her name is Alexandra Krum, she is in Mrs. Krenders class,” he answered looking down the hallway that led to his daughter.
“Okay, Mr. Krum. She’ll be out shortly. If you could please sign these papers to verify that you’ve withdrawn…” she trailed off as he snatched the papers from her and scribbled his name on the many dotted lines.
“Papa, Mummy!” a small voice called from the hallway.
Hermione watched as Viktor practically flung the papers at the woman and dropped down to a knee, his arms out in front of him as Lexi came flying towards him.
“My baby,” he breathed as he held her to him and stood with her still in his arms.
“I thought you were going to leave me there, papa. I was scared,” the six year old said dramatically before she wound her small arms around Viktor’s neck.
“Am sorry, luff. Vill come back vhen you are ready,” he said as he walked to Hermione and kissed her cheek. “Come, luff. Vill go home now.”
Hermione smiled and watched as Viktor put the little girl down and held her hand before he took her own and walked out of the building, never looking back to thank the woman at the desk.
“Honestly, Viktor,” Hermione said trying to hide her smile, “Their not going to take us seriously next year when we enroll her.”
“Ve vorry about that next year, now ve go for ice cream,” he said with the enthusiastic agreement of their daughter to back him up.
Rating: T
Author: tres_blue
Genre: Gen./Humor
Pairing: V/Hr
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters in the story, I just ask their mom/guardian, J.K Rowling, if they can come out and play for awhile.
Summary: Next year sounds good.
“I can’t leef her like this.”
“Yes you can, you have to,” Hermione reassured her husband for the fifth time, her hand running up and down his arm to sooth him.
“No I don’t,” he replied looking over his shoulder and moving to turn around.
“Viktor, she’ll be fine,” she protested attempting to dig her heels into the cobblestone under her feet.
“I saw you crying, luff,” he said as he began to retrace their steps, “if she vill be fine, vhy cry?” he asked giving her a knowing look over his shoulder.
“This is good for her, Viktor. It has to be done,” Hermione tried again, receiving no response.
The building he was so intent on came into sight and Hermione found herself jogging to keep up with her husband, who was sending nervous glances to her then back to the building.
“Viktor, if we don’t do this now we never will. It’s well past time…”
“Not today, luff,” he said as he walked up the main entrance steps and pushed the door open, motioning for her to precede him.
“Viktor, this is ridiculous…” she started only to have him ‘shush’ her and walk up to the main desk.
“I vould like to make a vithdraw,” he informed the elderly witch sitting behind the desk, who looked at Hermione, who had her arms folded and was sending her husband an annoyed look, then back at Viktor, a smile on her face.
“Yes, sir. May I know the name please,” she said kindly, seeing enough of these situations to know better than to ask questions.
“Her name is Alexandra Krum, she is in Mrs. Krenders class,” he answered looking down the hallway that led to his daughter.
“Okay, Mr. Krum. She’ll be out shortly. If you could please sign these papers to verify that you’ve withdrawn…” she trailed off as he snatched the papers from her and scribbled his name on the many dotted lines.
“Papa, Mummy!” a small voice called from the hallway.
Hermione watched as Viktor practically flung the papers at the woman and dropped down to a knee, his arms out in front of him as Lexi came flying towards him.
“My baby,” he breathed as he held her to him and stood with her still in his arms.
“I thought you were going to leave me there, papa. I was scared,” the six year old said dramatically before she wound her small arms around Viktor’s neck.
“Am sorry, luff. Vill come back vhen you are ready,” he said as he walked to Hermione and kissed her cheek. “Come, luff. Vill go home now.”
Hermione smiled and watched as Viktor put the little girl down and held her hand before he took her own and walked out of the building, never looking back to thank the woman at the desk.
“Honestly, Viktor,” Hermione said trying to hide her smile, “Their not going to take us seriously next year when we enroll her.”
“Ve vorry about that next year, now ve go for ice cream,” he said with the enthusiastic agreement of their daughter to back him up.