Hermione x Ron x Viktor – Cheloneuniverse

manycoloureddays:

some hermione x krum x ron things ( for everyone, but mostly for @broromini )

viktor is in england, staying with fleur and bill, hanging out with his goddaughter and playing backyard quidditch, just generally having a lowkey good time, and his weasleys decide to have all the other weasleys over for dinner, and it’s been nearly six years since bill and fleur’s wedding, but watching ron and hermione dance together makes him feel exactly the same combination of jealousy and attraction.

of course, fleur notices. she’s fleur.

so the night ends with the two of them drinking at her kitchen table, bill having kissed fleur and wished them both a good night hours ago muttering about how he was getting old and couldn’t keep up. viktor is rambling a little about ron’s freckles and hermione’s smile, and the way they both hugged him goodnight, but fleur is patting his head so he doesn’t feel too terrible. and then she says, in her impossibly calm and pragmatic way, “you cannot know what they’d say unless you ask, and three people is not unheard of viktor,” and his brain stops working.

meanwhile hermione is twitchy all weekend and hasn’t stopped chewing on her lip. she can’t stop turning the same things over and over in her head. she loves ron, loves him with her whole heart, has loved him half her life, he is one of her best friends and her husband, and she cannot imagine spending any part of the rest of her life without him, if she believed in soulmates he would be hers. but she can’t stop thinking about viktor’s cheek against hers when she hugged him, can’t stop thinking about moving ever so slightly and just kissing him.

and ron has noticed her reaction, but he hasn’t quite got around to talking to her about it because he is having distracting thought spirals of his own. he has been comfortable with his bisexuality for years, but for the first time since he was sixteen he is fantasising about someone who isn’t hermione and that is freaking him out. he’s just about to drag harry out for a pint and damn the consequences of sharing a best friend with his wife when the fantasy spirals out to watching krum and hermione kiss, and oh, oh, oh, now there’s a thought.

from there it’s just a matter of a conversation with hermione (to make sure they’re on the same page and that it’s a thing they could actually consider), a conversation with harry (to make sure they’re sure), and a dinner invitation extended to krum to make that fantasy a reality.

watching hermione lean in to kiss krum, watching krum’s thumb stroke her cheekbone, hearing their breathing catch and shudder is so much better in real life. and so is leaning down to kiss krum himself (he should probably call him viktor, maybe, if he’s going to be kissing the bloke).

viktor finds himself in england a lot more frequently after that

fleur is unbelievably smug about the whole thing