A Fated Marriage

I hope you’ll all forgive me for this late chapter. I’m not the best updater, but I do my best to give you guys something that will make it worth the wait. So let’s see how I did. On with the story!


Shopping

Bored. That was the best word to describe how Hermione was feeling at the moment. All day she had been dragged from shop to shop by two mothers, a sister, and an agent who knew more about fashion than all the ladies put together. At the moment she was taking a rare moment away from the pack of wild shoppers to simply think about what she had done in the past few hours. When she planned the shopping trip she honestly that they five of them would walk around and window shop a little. Maybe buy something here and there. Well…that’s not how it turned out to say the least.

It started early in the morning when Mari, Molly, Ginny, and Dorian picked Hermione up early in the morning before she had got a chance to drink her first cup of coffee and dress properly for the day. She was given five minutes to change which was just enough time to make herself partially decent looking. Than again maybe not. All she had time to dress in was an old gray tee-shirt, some faded jeans, and Viktor’s team hoodie, which she stole the night before, and a plain black pair of shoes. Dorian took one look at her and shook his head. “This might take a little more time than I thought.” He muttered to himself.

First thing first was the salon. Though her hair was already much tamer than it had been in her earlier years it still needed a little work. By the time she was done her tresses matched those of any model or actress. Next were her nails; her fingers and toes were trimmed, filed, and painted to perfection. All the ladies, and Dorian, received the same treatment thank to Harry and Viktor’s generosity. Those two things alone took up the entire morning. After a light lunch it was time for the main event: the shopping!

All four quickly learned that Hermione was brutally when it came to choosing clothes. She was fast to reject the frilly clothes Mari and Molly chose because it was more fitting for a child’s doll than a growing young woman. The glittery low cut stuff was also out of the question for it was simply not what a married woman should wear. Dorian soon caught onto what kind of clothes Hermione was looking for and it was he who mostly helped her when it came to building her new wardrobe. Mostly they were sleek and simple however with the help of some colorful accessories all the outfits enhanced her natural beauty. Mostly the new clothes would be worn at games, interviews, photo shoots, and informal team parties.

Next came the dresses. Oh the dresses! According to Dorian she needed twelve just for opening week alone plus another six for the remainder of the season. In that matter Hermione had almost no choice. They went to a place called “The Boutique” where Madam Lori would help them put dresses together. All of the designs would be original so everyone put their minds together in order to come up something that would dazzle everyone.

“No pale green. It would make her look sick.” Madam Lori said as they were looking at all the different cloth samples.

“No green period.” Hermione said causing a little giggle from Ginny.

“Once a Gryffindor always a Gryffindor.” The red head said with a twinkle in her eye that reminded Hermione very much of Dumbledore.

“I agree. Green is the color for Ireland, who is as you know a long standing rival of Bulgaria, it simply isn’t right to wear enemy colors. Especially during Opening Week.” Dorian added examining the different fabrics.

“And she can’t have any black dresses, or at least wear there, until after the wedding.” Molly said as Mari nodded in agreement.

“Why can’t I wear black?” Hermione asked. Not that she wore a lot of black in the first place, but she was inquisitive.

“Hermione dear,” Mari answered. “Wearing black during and engagement is bad luck.” Dorian and Hermione looked at each other both remembering the dress she wore the night the met. Neither said anything because after all it didn’t count since they didn’t know…right?

“I don’t want to wear pink either. If I’m going to be his fiancée than I have to look mature. Pink would give off the impression that I’m just a little girl who doesn’t know anything.” Hermione also thought that would give people more ammo to make fun of her.

“I think a nice cream color would be good.”

“Maybe a royal purple?”
“ Oh! And red!”

When all the colors were picked out they moved on to the next step, what the cut of the dresses would look like. Ginny immeditly had something to say about this. “It has to make her curves jump out.” The Weasley daughter said giving her best fried a little nudge with her elbow.

“Ginny!” Hermione’s face was just a shade lighter than that of a tomato.

“Hermione you have fantastic tits! You should show them off.”

“Ginny!” Her mother said in a scolding tone.

“Oh come on! We all know she has the best tits of anyone in this room, well maybe with exception of you Mrs. Krum.”

“Ginny!” All three women nearly shouted.

“I know my name you don’t have to keep saying it!”

Madam Lori was little rather baffled at the group while Dorian was trying to fight an obvious smile. Hermione and Mari were both turning a bright shade of red, Ginny was snickering, and Molly was muttering something that sounded something like “…my daughter…” and “…no manners…”.

“Well it would be a good idea to ummm…highlight some of your…uhh…more…hmm…” Madam Lori seemed at a loss of words. This only made Ginny start really laughing and sent Dorian into a “coughing fit”.

“Okay than the dresses will be cut to draw at least a little attention to Hermione’s more womanly assets.” Dorian finally said after his “coughing fit”. Everyone nodded eager to get on a new subject.

“Some of the dresses will have to be full length for the more formal events. Those should be the darker ones, expect maybe one or two, and they should be more modestly cut.” Dorian said writing something down in a little notebook. “There should be at least one with a short skirt for the First Practice.”

“What’s the First Practice?” Hermione wanted to know.

“Oh it’s just a formality. For about an hour the boys fly around on their little brooms and pretend to be practicing. Really it’s just to show off their new skills, and their families.” Dorian explained.

“I remember vhen Viktor took all of us to the First Practice. After the players are done showing off there is a party vhere everyone catches up vith one another. All the players are such nice young men. They all have very good manners and are very respectful.” Mari recalled. “But the girls…the vives most…they vere…polite? Not very social around all the other vives. Most seemed more intent on getting their photo taken than talking with anyone outside the press.”

“That’s what they do. Mind you not all of the wives are that way. There are one or two exceptions on every team, but many simply love their husbands’ fame rather than the husbands themselves.” Hermione sighed at Mari and Dorian’s words. She had a sneaking suspicion that she would be one of the exceptions. In all honesty she didn’t care for fame. It made it hard to get a private moment to herself, and it meant you had to watch every move you made even more closely in public.

“Alright ladies,” Madam Lori said interrupting the conversation. “I think I have a couple of ideas for the dresses. Now is there anything else you want to take care of while you’re here?” She asked the group. Everyone shook their heads. There was some polite good-byes, a few hugs and kisses, and everyone went they’re own homes for dinner. Before Mari and Molly left they reminded her about the wedding. They wanted her to talk to Viktor about what kind of plans they wanted to make fore the wedding. Hermione promised she would and went home to Crystal Air.

Viktor was still at practice. Yes, the regular season wouldn’t officially start until Opening Week, but the world class Seeker told her that most coaches only gave their players three months of the year off. The time outside of the season was devoted to training, building stronger teams, and coming up with new plays. He had given her his practice schedule and told her that if she ever wanted to drop by and watch she was more than welcome to. “Most of the guys vould velcome the sight of a pretty girl.” He teased the other night. She had smiled and blushed at that comment. Even though it had only been a few days since she moved in with him they had already started to get comfortable with each other. Hermione smiled at the memory as she headed to her room.

When she got there she found all the clothes that had been bought that day either neatly folded and tucked away or hung up in the closet. She looked over the clothes not really remembering what had been purchased over the course of the day. Her eyes landed on a few dresses and shirts the witch really didn’t remember. Hermione took one off and hanger and looked at it carefully. They confused her because they looked a bit baggy for her figure. Then it hit her like a brick wall. The unknown clothes had been snuck in with the other because they were maternity clothes! Hermione gave a little squeak and dropped garment. Those moms would just not let the idea of grandchildren go. Quickly she threw it in the closet and shut the door. She flopped on the bed face first until she heard Viktor knock at her door.

“Hermione. Are you home yet?” His little witch opened up the door. “There you are. I though ve could…vhy do you look like the vorld is coming to an end?” His hand went to her forehead to check for a fever.

“I’ve spent the entire day shopping with my mom, my sister, your mom, and your agent. And I found maternity clothes in my closet.” She said leaning her head on his shoulder.

He took her words for a moment than began to laugh, “That sounds like something my mother would do.” He brushed the hair out of her face so he could look in her in the eye. “Velcome to my family!”


A/N: …Well, like always tell me what you think. I know Viktor hasn’t been in the chapters a lot, but next one is going to be centered on the star couple. See ya next time everyone!