The Gentle Bulgarian

A Victor and Hermione Story

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters. Sigh.

This is my third Fanfic. And I think this ones the best out of them.

This is like fourth book and up, so if it seems out of place, I'm sorry.

Chapter one:

No more tears

Try as he may, he's unable to speak.

He pulls her by the hair, strokes her on the cheek.

Victor Krum.

Quidditch God.

Nothing more than a softy at heart. Not many people would know this Victor Krum. Close family, at the very least. He's silent, quizzical, loving, not a total git like all of those other quidditch stars., and that's what Hermione liked. He'd sit for hours on end, watching her study, read, problem solving. Watching her…

She kept him busy. And no not only physically but mentally as well. True, most thought of Victor as a… buffoon with nothing more than rocks in his head, but he was actually quite the genius himself. He liked her for her. She liked him for him. Simple as that.

But there were others. Others who hated the one Victor Krum. A one mister Ronald Weasley. Oh how he hated Victor. The name to him was utterly disgusting. He hated him for many reasons. But none could compare to the one Hermione Jane Granger, who he had so longingly wanted since second year. Just as he was about to spill his guts out to her, dear old Victor, swoops in and kidnaps her, and probably has 'his' sweet little 'mione locking up, for only that selfish bastards pleasure. Ron couldn't stand it.

" Why are you with that guy," Ron said rather roughly, pulling her into an empty corridor. Hermione, for the first time in her life, looked confounded.

" What? with Victor?" Ron scowled when that bastards name.

" Yes, Victor, he's to old for you, its not right." Hermione was enraged!

" Oh and who would be better suited for me? Hmm, you?" Ron just gave a cheeky smile, and that all it took for Hermione to understand what he was getting at. 'How dare he.' Hermione gathered up all of the courage she could muster,

" How dare you! Ronald you had your chance, and you know what I'm glad you didn't act up on your feelings, because I guaranty I would and always be happier with Victor Krum!"

And with that, Hermione stormed off, heading for the Bulgarian Ship. She needed to see Victor. Her Victor.

Cat calls could be herd as Hermione walked past many, and I mean many Bulgarian men. She paid no mind, all she wanted to do was see Victor. Victor was chatting with his fellow comrades making jokes and talking about quidditch when someone pointed out a girl on the ship. Victor turned to see an upset Hermione, watery eyes and all. He ran up to her engulfing her into a hug,

" Vat, vrong darlink?" he asked breaking the hug slightly, to look at her. Hermione shook her head, she was unable to speak; the crowd of people gawking at them hadn't helped the situation either.

" Whoa, go Krum!" boys were shouting at the embracing couple. Victor sent deathly glares at all of them as he led Hermione down to his quarters for some privacy.

There she cried. Balled her eyes out for everything that they were worth as she told him what happened. Victor held her closer with every sobbing intake. He stroked her hair, in an attempt to calm her. Whispering sweet-nothings into her ears.

"Shhh, My-knee, is ok, vou 'ave Victor now." He said gently, pushing her chin up, so his eyes met hers. Wiping the stray tears away, he lightly cupped her face and kissed her lips ghostly.

" No 'ore tears, yah?" Hermione smiled up at him loving the way his broken English sounded to her.

" No more tears"

Victor smiled at Hermione, chuckling while bring her closer into a bone crushing hug.

" dat's my gurl."

' My beautiful, beautiful engel.'

Ok so there you have it (:

Chapter one.

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Thanks for reading.