A/N: Short, sort of cracky drabble about Ron and Viktor. For Iona, who suggested Rum in the first place. Thanks to Summer and Lucy for the beta.

Carrot and Beetroot

Light reflected back off the ornate mirror, illuminating the young man who stood in front of it, hands twisting and expression nervous. The man eyed himself critically, taking in his heavy, slanting eyebrows and wonky nose, tribute to years of taking bludgers to the face. His chest sloped, hard lines and sharp edges making it up, again to be attributed to his Quidditch training. In his hand he held his dress robes loosely, the black silk smooth and cool against his fingers. He stroked it absently, enjoyed the way it rippled and shimmered in the light.

A hand went to the young man's shoulders, and he flinched from the contact, at once on his guard but relaxing as soon as he saw who was standing behind him.

"Alright?" Ron asked in his usual blunt manner, hands awkwardly stroking over his fiancé's shoulders and back. Ron was a man of few words, but that suited Viktor perfectly; he was as well. Leaning back into the touch, Viktor closed his eyes, hiding himself from the world for a few moments as he often did when he felt overwhelmed.

"Are vey coming?" he asked, his accent still heavy even after years spent in England. For a moment, so brief that no one but Viktor would have noticed, Ron's hands stilled their calming circles and then resumed them.

"Yeah, they are." Ron replied, grimacing slightly at the thought of having to spend his wedding day with Malfoy. Ron understood that he was Harry's partner, but that didn't mean he had to like the smug git one little bit. Ron smiled when he noticed the pleased expression on his fiancé's face, however. Viktor and Harry got on well, and had done since they competed in the Triwizard Tournament.

"What about Her-my-o-ninny?" Viktor asked, and for a moment, Ron felt his stomach clench painfully. He knew that he and Viktor were engaged, knew that they were getting married today, but even after all this time, he was still afraid he would lose his fiancé to Hermione. Viktor, as if sensing this, turned from the mirror and gathered Ron in his arms.

Ron could feel Viktor's strong heartbeat striking against his chest; feel every inch of Viktor's body as they were pressed together. Tilting his head, Ron's breath caught as he stared into Viktor's dark eyes. Leaning down slightly, Viktor captured Ron's lips in a gentle kiss, barely teasing him before he pulled back.

"You are ve only von I vant." Viktor breathed, brushing his knuckles across Ron's cheek and smiling down at his fiancé. Reassured, Ron pulled back and grinned.

"Alright then. Put some clothes on, we're getting married in half an hour."

And with that, he left the room, smiling and feeling that at last, everything was right.