Fan Fiction

It was a beautiful morning. The birds were singing. The sun was doing its best to shine through the lilac lace curtains. Something zoomed at high speed past the window…

"Eh? That can't be right." Thought Hermione, forcing herself into a state of consciousness. She sat up, leaning back with her palms supporting her weight. When this gave no further clues as to the origin of the noise, she rocked forwards and pulled apart the curtains.

The sun tried desperately for a moment to warm the face of Hermione but failed miserably and quickly faded away.

Hermione looked around. What was making that strange noise?

WHUMPH!

Hermione recoiled back instinctively, as the window pane seemed to be deciding whether to collapse or not. It apparently decided it liked being a window pane and promptly remained doing so.

The blur stopped and something that Hermione had taken for a rather strangely coloured cloud stood up and spoke to her.

"Hermy-oh-ninny," crooned the voice. "Did I vake you?"

It was Viktor. Viktor Krum; Hermione's boyfriend who also happened to play international quidditch.

"No, I was just coming out to watch you play myself Viktor," replied Hermione as she desperately tried to rearrange her face into something that was usually considered human.

Hermione grimaced as she saw how, once again, one small comment from herself had lit up the Bulgarian's manly face. Hermione gave a rather weak smile before excusing herself to get dressed.

"Okay Hermy-oh-ninny. Don't vorget my beeg game."

"What?" said Hermione, very offhandishly as she tried, for the second time to close the curtains on her boyfriend.

"My beeg game. Eet's today. You haven't vorgotten have you?" said Krum, looking crestfallen.

Suddenly Hermione remembered. Of course, today was the day that Bulgaria played the Isle of White at Quidditch. Obviously, Krum would be playing and Hermione had been feigning excitement for weeks.

"Oh. Sorry… darling," winced Hermione as she used one of the adjectives she had mocked not a month before. "Of course I remembered!" Hermione hoped that her voice didn't sound too guilt-ridden.

For a moment it looked like Krum, for the first time, would not believe Hermione's attempt at a cover-up. A huge smile broke across his face and Hermione knew she was in the clear.

Hermione closed the curtains (for the third time) and this time her boyfriend's head did not appear between them. Sighing a sigh of relief, Hermione surveyed her room for something suitable to wear. The clothes that she had left out last night caught her eye and she struggled into them.

She pulled the scarlet dress (a tribute to Krum's colours) over her head and wriggled frantically, persuading her curves to rearrange themselves.

Half an hour later came a knock at the door.

"Hermy-oh-ninny. Are you neerly ready?" called Krum.

"Yes. Be right there." Came the reply.

Both Krum and Hermione reached for the door at the same time. Just as Krum was about to push it open, the door was pulled from under his fingers and he lost his balance, falling on top of Hermione.

"Hermy-oh-ninny" cried Krum "Are you okay?"

"Get……off……me," panted Hermione as all the air was crushed from her lungs.

Krum pulled her to her feet with such force that she very nearly went careering into the open wardrobe opposite. Krum then proceeded to look into Hermione's eyes before crushing her once again with a bone-rattling embrace.

"You look… like an angel," said Krum, stunned.

It was true, since Hermione had started dating one of the wizarding world's most eligible bachelors and handsome young men she had had to make an effort with her appearance. It would not do to be seen in public with her usually comfy muggle clothes.

Although Hermione appreciated this change she did not like it. For instance, it annoyed her when going down to the local shop to buy some milk to 20 minutes to get ready for.

However, today, she really had made an effort. The scarlet dress clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her cleavage and hiding her thighs. Her feet were balanced inside black lace-up stilettos. Around her head, he golden hair fell in soft curls – it was easy to see why Krum may have mistaken her for an angel.

"Shall we be going then Viktor?" asked Hermione tentatively, still trying to encourage her blocked airway to allow air passage.

Krum nodded and finally let go of Hermione. She let out and gasp of stale air before following Krum up the driveway, and onward to his big game.

Outside the stadium, they were forced to part.

"I vill be playing vor you," said Krum, sombrely.

"Thank you Viktor, you will do very well I'm sure. See you soon," called back Hermione, trying to sound affectionate.

She was having trouble relating to Krum's affections and often consulted her good friend, Harry on the matter:

"Oh Harry I don't know what to do. He's just so… in your face."

"But you love him right?"

"Well yes of course I do just…"

"What?"

"Oh I don't know."

"……"

"……"

"Have you snogged him yet?"

"Harry! I am not going to tell you things like that. The press would have a field day…"

"Wait. We're talking about you and Ron here right?"

"IS HE ALL YOU THINK ABOUT? Ugh. Why are boys so….. infuriating?"

"I dunno but if we're not talking about Ron what are we….. Hermione?"

dialling tone

"Hermione?"

These thoughts had carried Hermione right up to the top box, where relatives/partners of the players and stinking rich people sat. Provided the previous comment had passed through her head, she should not have been surprised to see one particular person there. Unfortunately, she WAS surprised and very nearly fell back down the stairs.

Glancing around the stadium with a face of contempt was none other than Draco Malfoy.