Hey! This is my first fanfic so I'm just trying it out! Please review if you think there's anything I could improve on. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I have asked my mum several times if I can buy Harry Potter, but she insists that J. will not want to sell it to me so there we go.
What happened to Krum?
"Exellent save there from the keeper...oh, and the quaffle's been handed to the chaser-wait-what's the seeker doing? Has he seen the snitch? He has! He's gaining speed...reaching out, he just can't grab it! He's getting quicker...HE'S GOT IT!! VICTOR KRUM'S DONE IT AGAIN! ANOTHER WIN FOR BULGARIA!!"
The commentators magically magnified voice boomed through the stadium, and Krum-landing lightly on the ground-was soon greeted by a host of cheers and congratulations. He nodded politely then exited the pitch into the changing rooms. His teammates slapped him on the back and clapped as he came in, so he went into the showers, where he would not be disturbed. All of the wizarding world thought he had it made. He was a world famous, sensationaly talented seeker, rolling in money. He lived in a huge (and digustingly expensive) mansion house in Bulgaria. His old, smelly sock had sold for thousands via the Floo Network. And yet he still was not happy.
He still loved Hermione Granger.
He had been to her wedding the previous week, which he thought might help him realise that he couldn't have her back, and that he should move on. In reality, watching her marry that lanky, ginger Ronald Weasley had made his blood boil. He knew he was far better for her, and he could give her so much more than Weasley could, yet she didn't see that. Krum thought that maybe-though he hated to admit it-she might...love him.
The very idea outraged him! How was it possible? Every witch in Europe would give their right leg to be with him, but the only one he loved was in love with someone else?! Impossible!
He got out of the shower, fuming with his own thoughts. Getting dressed, he swore to himself he would have his revenge...