Chapter 1
Hermione watched the English scenery whip by as she looked out of the window of the car heading towards the airport. Her parents would hear nothing about her travelling to see Viktor Krum on a broomstick and they had nearly died when she mentioned Floo Powder. So they had all, finally after many arguments, decided that she could fly to Bulgaria where Viktor would be waiting to receive her.
As she thought of the long and tedious trip that awaited her, she frowned with disdain. They pulled off the motorway towards the exit for Heathrow airport; Hermione's heart began to race with excitement! As she entered the terminal, her father pulled her into a tight embrace and gave her some Muggle money as well as 50 Galleons for when she got there.
"I love you Hermione, take care of yourself and I'll see you when you get back", said her Father.
Her mother however could not bear the prospect of having her only child away from here for an entire 3 weeks.
"Oh! My baby girl all grown up and off on her own..."sobbed her mother as she nearly crushed Hermione in her embrace.
"Oh mum...I'll be back before you know it!" said Hermione brightly. She pulled away and began to walk towards the boarding gate.
As the plane took off, Hermione felt excited to be seeing him after so long; his letters had been full of love and consideration. He had even offered to come to England and escort Hermione back to Bulgaria. As she was thinking this she felt a sudden pang of guilt. 'I don't love Krum!' she thought to herself, 'I love Harry, if only he had asked me to the Yule Ball before Krum had...she would have only too willingly gone with him...why am I doing this to Viktor?' She questioned her motives...what did she expect to achieve form this visit? She shook her head vigorously, 'I am going for a nice holiday with him and that's that...nothing else. My heart belongs to Harry.' She told herself quietly. It didn't sound convincing though. As her thoughts wandered to the two men that she was between, her thoughts drifted to Rita Skeeter's article that had appeared in Witch Weekly. Was she toying with both of them? She contemplated the question for the better part of the flight, trying to justify her relationships with both of them took a lot of energy and eventually, she drifted off to sleep; before she knew what was happening the plane had landed.
The luggage racks were incredibly efficient in Bulgaria so Hermione got her luggage within 10 minutes. As she walked outside into the warm sunshine, she caught a glimpse of a slightly round-shouldered, duck-footed boy that was wearing a look of something between concern and a surly scowl. Hermione felt herself blush and she ran towards him.
"Viktor! Over here! Viktor!" she shouted as she ran towards him.
He swept her up into his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face into her neck.
"I haf missed you Herm-own-ninny" said Krum into her ear "I thought that you vouldn't come after what happened to Diggory".
Hermione flinched at the all too recent memory of Voldemort's latest attempt to kill Harry.
"Let's not talk about that Viktor, after all, we are on holiday", she said back pulling his body closer to hers in an even tighter embrace.
"Lets go, ve haf a long ride in front ov us."
Krum lifted Hermione's suitcase on to the back of a truck and got into the driver's seat.
"Ve are going to drive to the nearest moor and then ve vill fly to the castle", said Krum as he took her hand in his.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She felt totally at peace as all thoughts of Harry and the Summer Term left her mind.
Hermione watched the English scenery whip by as she looked out of the window of the car heading towards the airport. Her parents would hear nothing about her travelling to see Viktor Krum on a broomstick and they had nearly died when she mentioned Floo Powder. So they had all, finally after many arguments, decided that she could fly to Bulgaria where Viktor would be waiting to receive her.
As she thought of the long and tedious trip that awaited her, she frowned with disdain. They pulled off the motorway towards the exit for Heathrow airport; Hermione's heart began to race with excitement! As she entered the terminal, her father pulled her into a tight embrace and gave her some Muggle money as well as 50 Galleons for when she got there.
"I love you Hermione, take care of yourself and I'll see you when you get back", said her Father.
Her mother however could not bear the prospect of having her only child away from here for an entire 3 weeks.
"Oh! My baby girl all grown up and off on her own..."sobbed her mother as she nearly crushed Hermione in her embrace.
"Oh mum...I'll be back before you know it!" said Hermione brightly. She pulled away and began to walk towards the boarding gate.
As the plane took off, Hermione felt excited to be seeing him after so long; his letters had been full of love and consideration. He had even offered to come to England and escort Hermione back to Bulgaria. As she was thinking this she felt a sudden pang of guilt. 'I don't love Krum!' she thought to herself, 'I love Harry, if only he had asked me to the Yule Ball before Krum had...she would have only too willingly gone with him...why am I doing this to Viktor?' She questioned her motives...what did she expect to achieve form this visit? She shook her head vigorously, 'I am going for a nice holiday with him and that's that...nothing else. My heart belongs to Harry.' She told herself quietly. It didn't sound convincing though. As her thoughts wandered to the two men that she was between, her thoughts drifted to Rita Skeeter's article that had appeared in Witch Weekly. Was she toying with both of them? She contemplated the question for the better part of the flight, trying to justify her relationships with both of them took a lot of energy and eventually, she drifted off to sleep; before she knew what was happening the plane had landed.
The luggage racks were incredibly efficient in Bulgaria so Hermione got her luggage within 10 minutes. As she walked outside into the warm sunshine, she caught a glimpse of a slightly round-shouldered, duck-footed boy that was wearing a look of something between concern and a surly scowl. Hermione felt herself blush and she ran towards him.
"Viktor! Over here! Viktor!" she shouted as she ran towards him.
He swept her up into his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face into her neck.
"I haf missed you Herm-own-ninny" said Krum into her ear "I thought that you vouldn't come after what happened to Diggory".
Hermione flinched at the all too recent memory of Voldemort's latest attempt to kill Harry.
"Let's not talk about that Viktor, after all, we are on holiday", she said back pulling his body closer to hers in an even tighter embrace.
"Lets go, ve haf a long ride in front ov us."
Krum lifted Hermione's suitcase on to the back of a truck and got into the driver's seat.
"Ve are going to drive to the nearest moor and then ve vill fly to the castle", said Krum as he took her hand in his.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She felt totally at peace as all thoughts of Harry and the Summer Term left her mind.