AN: Hey so this is chapter one rewrite tell me what you think so I can make it the best for you my readers. I wanted this chapter to be longer but at least I think it is greatly improved from the story before it. I will be updating frequently and I will try to go quickly through the rewrite chapters so we can get on with the story but as you will see these chapters are much different than the ones from the last story. Hope you like and drop me a review please I do really appreciate it. By the way a big thanks to you who made the effort in sending me your requests to continue I will be dedicating all continuing chapters to each of you as we go along. Thank you so much!

Chapter 1:

Hermione was stretching her tired muscles. It was early morning, so early in fact her parents were still blissfully asleep. As she rolled her shoulders the sound of birds near her window sill made her smile. She enjoyed these mornings they were so quiet she could think freely. She never seemed to get privacy anymore and that is why she had insisted on staying at her parents for the beginning of the summer. She was however pulled out of her reverie when an owl landed on the sill looking quite ruffled.

She opened the window at its insistent tapping. "You startled me! Wow your such a beautiful bird aren't you?" The owl rolled its head happily as she stroked his feathers before allowing her to take the parchment tied to his leg. "Your from Viktor? You must be tired go on and have a snack before your off." The owl hooted its approval of said treats and flew off to snack.

She looked at the weathered parchment with anticipation. She knew it would be slightly battered the bird must have taken many rests on his journey all the way here. In truth every time she thought of the silent Bulgarian it made her stomach squirm in that 'oh so familiar' way. She fumbled quickly with the strap and blushed as she imagined his large calloused hands doing the same.

She held in a breath she didn't even realize as she began to read.

Dear Hermione,

I know it has been a time since I was able to write this letter but I have had many things to do during this summer. I hope you are doing well and apologize for the delay. I have been thinking for a while and wondered something. I know it is very short notice but I miss very much seeing your beautiful face. I was wondering if you would like to visit me here in Bulgaria. I feel myself longing to speak with you like we used to at Hogwarts and though your penmanship is amazing it still does not compare to seeing you in the flesh.

There is of course another reason that I ask you to come which isn't as great as the first. You know the war is soon approaching and I am afraid that we might not get to see each other much during these trying times and I would like to at least see the woman I would be fighting for if ever the fight does unfold...

If you are able to come I am sure I can enthrall you with the history of my country and village. We could go skiing in the mountains, hiking or enjoy many of the unique establishments here.

It is of course entirely up to you if you decide to come and I would understand if you are not ready to travel so far. All I ask is you send your answer as soon as is possible so I can set my plans accordingly, of course the length of your stay is up to you... I don't have school to hinder my activities (only my quidditch schedule).

Yours always, Viktor Krum

PS: There is already a plane ticket as you have no doubt noticed in this letter. I chose muggle travel because I care very much for your safety. I hope you can join me.

Hermione was twirling the ticket in her hand, wondering what she should do. She wanted to go so badly if only to see Viktor and be near him but she was also nervous. She would be in a country far from home without her parents, family or friends and what's more she didn't even understand their native language. In her worry she decided to pull out a parchment and quill to jot down the pro's and cons of going to Bulgaria with Viktor.

"NO!' She screamed at herself inwardly, I will not analyze this. Ron and Harry were always chastizing her for not making risky decisions. She felt her whole face heat up when she remembered Fred and George's rather impolite comment. 'You need a boyfriend Mione... Your to strung up.' They said to her all she needed was a nice shag apparently and though she thought what they said was terrible she still felt as if it were somewhat true. She could use some time with someone who likes her. Someone who cares for her feelings and treats her special, besides he was so incredibly handsome. She imagined running to him after a particular rough game of Quidditch. His hair disheveled by the wind, dark eyes bright with excitement and his big strong arms wrapped around her lifting her from the ground. She could practically smell his sweat and the smell of his broom wax...

'Oh' She shook her head trying to dispel the rather attractive thought from her mind. She read the letter a second time and tried to decide. There were so many things to consider but even though she would be a little nervous she couldn't help but want to go. Ever since her fourth year she had fallen rather hard for Viktor. He treated her like a princess and talked with her for hours during the night about things Harry and Ron would scoff at. When he looked into her eyes there was such an intensity in them she would shiver with that unfamiliar feeling she had never felt before. She had only gotten used to that tingling awareness of his presence after the first year of writing. Even his letters would make her smile and feel absolutely whole and perfect. Honestly he was the most amazing person she had ever met and she couldn't think of a reason not to go anymore. He would take care of her she was sure.

"You know I think that settles it I want to go." Her sudden outburst startled the owl drinking in the corner of her room and she went to him, sitting at her desk. She began composing her letter which was short with little more than her assent to go and the excitement she was feeling at the prospect of visiting him. Before she could change her mind she sent the owl of out her window and finished her morning stretches. Strapping her mp3 to her arm she walked out into the brisk morning air and began her run. The thoughts of a certain dark handsome Bulgarian flitting through her mind.