Author's Note: GOOD MORNING! Even though I am probably pretty sure that it may not be morning. Huh? Did that make sense to anyone? Well anyways, this is my FIRST EVER story that I am writing, and I was crazy enough to post it here... on the lovely So enjoy reading, Please R&R (And no, it does NOT mean Rest & Rumination)
DiSCLAiMER: I unfortunately do not own the characters, they belong (of course) to the wonderful J.K Rowling (who's book you can purchase at the nearest Barnes & Noble's near you!)
"What the fuck is that?!" Hermione Granger thought groggily. She turned over and tried to clasp on to her dream that was now quickly slipping away. She vaguely tried to remember it.
'There was a... boy. A boy, a boy with brown... no, blonde... hair. Or maybe it was a boy with brown hair and it only looked blonde in the sun. Hmm, what an interesting fact, hair that is one color but looks a different color in the sun... maybe I should get highlights... that would maybe lighten up my hair and--- NO!! FOCUS, HERMIONE, FOCUS! THE DREAM!' Hermione mentally slapped herself before turning to her alarm clock and pressing the Snooze button a little harder than she intended; she groaned because it felt like as soon as the dream started, it had ended just as swiftly. She was angry because it had been such a good dream. She hasn't felt that way in a long while. Not since Viktor broke it off with her. 'I gave that bloody bastard everything I had!' She reflected heatedly.
Flashback
"No, no, Herm-own-ninny.. it is not you, it is me," Viktor Krum stated, his eyes shining with tears.
But... were they tears? He seemed to smirk at his own cunning as he turned away while saying this. Hermione saw his reflection in the water, though she could have imagined it. They were standing by a lake just outside of Viktor's town. Hermione had gone to visit for two weeks before going vacationing in France with her family, and then eventually to finish off her summer by staying with the Weasley's and most likely, Harry. It had been the summer after her sixth year, and how she remembered it so well.
"I can't say I understand you, Viktor. We had such a good thing going, I may not have felt this way when we first met, but... I feel I've grown into this... relationship. How can you end it this suddenly?" Hermione's eyes shown with real tears, though she was determined that she would not cry in front of the one who was breaking her heart.
"Vell, the truth is Herm-own-ninny, I just cannot live vith the distance. Ve are so far away, and visiting is almost always not possible. I guess that all of vis time apart... my true passion is Quidditch, Herm-own-ninny. I hav realized that now. I am sorry for putting you through this, I am truly sorry." He turned to face her with a genuine look of despair on his face and reached his hands out to take in one of hers. She must have imagined the smirk on his face. She looked in his eyes and couldn't see anything but the color. A startling brown with speckles of blue in them, how she was going to miss that. She looked away before she would get lost in them. That was one of the last things she would want to happen now. She let go of his hands, she didn't even realize that she was grasping on.
"I don't know what to say..." It had been the first time in a long time that Hermione was at a loss for words. She was startled to find a tear slipping away from her eyes. She turned quickly so he wouldn't see. It was unnecessary though, he had buried his head in his hands as soon as she let go of his hands. With her back turned to her first real love, she whispered, "Goodbye, Viktor. I will never forget you." With that she apparated back to her room in Greenwich not even knowing whether or not he had heard her, it was more to herself if anything. She was used to formal goodbyes. It wasn't as if she was of age to apparate, but she felt, under the circumstances, the Ministry would understand. She was, after all, Hermione Granger, shoe-in for Head Girl and one of the brightest witches to ever grace Hogwarts with her presence. Even with her mind unsteady, nothing had gone wrong with getting back to her room. Without even informing her parents that she was home, she collapsed into bed and tried to sleep away any feelings she had for Viktor Krum.
End Flashback
But now it was August 29th, and she simply had to stop living in the past, especially the past she had with Krum, because that wasn't just past anymore, it was past past! Ancient history! Speaking of Ancient history, she had to get a couple of books for Ancient Ruins. Oh, enough with talking and thinking to herself, she had to get to Diagon Alley!