Book 7: Harry Potter male reader insert

Chapter 9: Celebrations Cut Short

They were all laughing so much that none of them noticed the latecomer, a darkhaired young man with a large, curved nose and thick black eyebrows, until he held out his invitation to Ron and said, with his eyes on Hermione, "You look vunderful."

"Viktor!" she shrieked, and dropped her small beaded bag, which made a loud thump quite disproportionate to its size.

(Y/n) stooped down to pick it up for her as she said "I didn't know you were – goodness – it's lovely to see – how are you?"

Ron's ears had turned bright red again. After glancing at Krum's invitation as if he did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, "how come you're here?"

"Fleur invited me," said Krum, eyebrows raised.

Harry, who had no grudge against Krum, shook hands; then feeling that it would be prudent to remove Krum from Ron's vicinity, offered to show him his seat, which (Y/n) oddly offered to tag along as well.

"Your friend is not pleased to see me," said Krum, as they entered the now packed marquee. "Or is he a relative?" he added with a glance at Harry's red curly hair.

"Cousin." Harry muttered, but Krum was not really listening. His appearance was causing a stir, particularly amongst the veela cousins: He was, after all, a famous Quidditch player.

"It is good to see you again (Y/n)." He added with a smile. Sure they'd had there ups and downs, but they had come to a mutual understanding.

"You to Kram" (Y/n) said strangely pulling him into a hug. "Here this should be a good spot for you." (Y/n) said indicating a seat next to Ron's Great-Aunt Muriel.

"Who are you?" Muriel immediately started to question him. "Not another foreigner are you?"

"I am from Bulgaria" he told her, in his thick accent.

"Oh great they even sneeze weird" Muriel said cringing away slightly. "And do you have a job?"

"Yes I am a quidditch player" Krum explained to her.

"So you don't then. Just another free loader with their head in the clouds, waiting for hand outs then." Muriel said to him.

"I'm sure Krammy boy will have a nice time" (Y/n) whispered to Harry with a sly smile. "Plus look what I nickered from him" (Y/n) said pulling out a small sack full of gold. "Way I see it he makes more than enough." He added before dropping it off with the other gifts for Bill and Fleur. 

While people were still craning their necks to get a good look at him, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George came hurrying down the aisle.

"Time to sit down," Fred told Harry, "or we're going to get run over by the bride."

Harry, Ron, (Y/n) and Hermione took their seats in the second row behind Fred and George. Hermione looked rather pink and Ron's ears were still scarlet, as he glared at the back of Krum's head.

After a few moments he muttered to Harry, "Did you see he's grown a stupid little beard?" Harry gave a noncommittal grunt and (Y/n) just rolled his eyes.

A sense of jittery anticipation had filled the warm tent, the general murmuring broken by occasional spurts of excited laughter. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley strolled up the aisle, smiling and waving at relatives; Mrs. Weasley was wearing a brand-new set of amethyst colored robes with a matching hat.

A moment later Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee, both wearing dress robes, with larger white roses in their buttonholes; Fred wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of giggling from the veela cousins. Then the crowd fell silent as music swelled from what seemed to be the golden balloons.