Hi guys, I'm new to writing so please don't be harsh on me. This is my first attempt of writing on FF so I'm sorry if its not good.
Rating: MA
Paring: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Harry Potter is not mine it belongs to J.K Rowling.
The Hogwarts castle loomed over the lake magnificently as the Durmstrang ship rose out of the water. Dozen of men at the age seventeen walked out from under the deck as the gaped in awe at the tall castle. Among one of the men was International Quidditch Star Viktor Krum.
He was one of the world's most recognizable star as well as bachelor.
The heavy fur coats wrapped all in their warmth as the large boat sailed closer to the docks were the eager Hogwarts students waited for them to dock. A giant man with a small swarm of teachers tried to push and order the students back up into the courtyard.
No doubt they were waiting for him.
An English writer for the Daily Prophet had somehow gotten word that he, Viktor Krum, was to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. And everyday since then he had to battle off fields of the media, all trying to get the sullen man to answer their idiotic questions.
"All right everyone! Leave all your trunks in your rooms and get ready for your arrival to the castle!", a booming voice yelled.
"Except for you Viktor, come vith me. You are to enter by my side. Like ve agreed," the Headmaster of Durmstrang said to him. Once again singling the Quidditch player out, and that was the one thing the Bulgarian hated the most above all. Viktor was not partial to the unwanted attention he was given everyday, and all the privileges he was given were certainly unfair to his fellow classmates.
"Very vell," he muttered quietly before following the Headmaster off the boat. The screams of the starstruck fans reached his ears as he and the crowd of Bulgarians made their way up to the castle. To his left he saw a gorgeous teen with bushy brown hair scowling at the red-head to her side.
"But 'Mione! It's him Viktor Krum!"
"And he is a regular person like everyone else, only he has a high-paying job!"
Odd, in all his Quidditch career Viktor had never heard someone refer to him as 'regular', but he wasn't going to complain. In his thanks he offered the girl as bright a smile he could muster. Enjoying her sudden embarrassment as she too tried to muster a smile of her own.
He was then from that moment captivated by her. Everything that accentuated her shone out brilliantly as time seemed to stop. Her wild hair framed her heart-shaped face gently, as her big doe like eyes stood out with the hue of chocolate. Her rosy cheeks colored her pale face as freckles adorned her button nose.
Instead of her being starstruck, it was him.
Her Hogwarts uniform hid the curves he knew she was hiding, but as it happened the hand his Professor put on his shoulder guided him forward away from the girl.
"Come Viktor! Ve are to let the student of this school enter their dining room first," said the elder man as he stood a foot taller than him. An oak cane with a gold handle pushed him into a corridor along with the other students as the Hogwarts students filed into the Great Hall.
"Now! I expect ever single vone of you to enter your name into the competition! Ve are here to vin! Not lose to these British trash! If the chosen one doesn't vant to do as I say to vin then the consequence vill be dire!", boomed the Headmaster as he snarled at the unwilling students that in turn scoffed.
His yellowed teeth made the men in front of him cringe as he glared at some of his students.
"And now the proud son of the Durmstrang Institute and their Headmaster Igor Karkaroff!", the deep voice of Albus Dumbledore rang through as the students began their practiced routine. All the students from both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons gasped as the fit men came through banging large wooden cane on the ground. Before they transitioned to a sort of break dance in front of the teachers' table. Viktor's friend Asen blew a fire phoenix from his wand before put his head down.
"Come Viktor," Karkaroff mumbled before he thrust his head back and straightened his shoulders, then leading Viktor and himself into the Great Hall. Followed by another teacher from Durmstrang.
Whispers broke out in the hall as Viktor passed by the long tables. "Blimey its him again! Viktor Krum," said the boy from earlier as the wildflower sat across from him.
"Albus!", Karkaroff said with a feigned happy voice as he reached the grey wizard. Laughing with Dumbledore Igor then told them to sit with a house call Slytherins. Truth be told he didn't want to but had to under the watchful eyes of the ex-death eater.
With a sigh he met up with Asen before walking off towards the group of smirking students.
The feast was wonderful and bountiful as the students expected, and after dessert Dumbledore had gained everyone's attention.
"Your attention please!", he yelled, quieting the entire hall as men finished setting up a platform with a strange box on it.
"I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory! That is what awaits the student that win's the Tri-Wizard Tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks.
Three extremely dangerous tasks, for this reason the Ministry had seen fit to propose a new rule. To explain all this we have the Head of the Department of International Cooperation, Mr. Bartimus Crouch.", but before he had finished his speech the enchanted ceiling bean to thunder and rain.
Causing all the students to scream in fear, as this had rarely happened before.
Then Viktor and his friends saw a figure quickly shoot a lightning shape spell into the enchanted ceiling, quelling its small reign of terror. And clearing the bewitched sky, murmurs and whispers broke out from all around.
"Mad-Eye Moody."
"The auror," a girl from the Gryffindor table said out loud as Dumbledore thanked him. After which he pulled out a flask and drank heavily from it.
"Think that it pumpkin juice Viktor."
"No," he said as the feast had ended much to Durmstrang's disappointment. "Aww, but all the beautiful vomen!", whined one of them as they got up to return to their ship.
"I can hear you there comrade, you aren't alone."
As he walked away he was unaware of the eyes of all as he looked to the wildflower one last time. The Goblet of Fire stood ominously behind them as they walked on. All with the intention of submitting their name in the Tournament.
~.~.~
Damn those fan girls, following him everywhere he went. If Viktor went to take a morning run beside the lake they were right behind him. Only stopping whenever he turned towards them. Today they had followed him to the castle's library, effectively interrupting his studying.
He was supposed to write an essay on how to turn into an animagus, but they kept giggling and whispering. Once when he left to retrieve a book the had stolen his quill and ink well. Along with the parchment he had wrote on, across from the bookshelves he was currently looking at was the English Wildflower in all her glory. She too was writing what Viktor presumed to be an essay.
Seeing as he wasn't going to ask for his stuff back from the rabid fan girls he approached her, startling her as he walked into her field of vision.
"Excuse me, but may I use quill? They umm, took the vone I vas using," he asked as she slowly nodded. Reaching into her bag she retrieved a large quill with a gold tip along with an inkwell.
"Of course, but if I may. Why did they take yours?", she asked shyly. Her bushy hair was swept into a messy bun on this fine day, her bangs and some loose strands framed her face beautifully.
"I am big star, although it is not vhat it seems. Too much fame for my liking," he replied modestly. And it was true, he Viktor Krum, hated all the attention given to him over the years.
"If you want, you can sit with me. They don't really like to be near me and my 'obsessive book reading'," she offered and he gratefully accepted.
"My name is Hermione Granger."
"Viktor Krum."
He had expected her to get all dewy eyed as all women did when he introduced himself, but she only nodded before returning to her work. Smiling, he set down his new quill and inkwell before returning to his old table to get his stuff. Not at all surprised to see the books he was using get taken and his coat and bag where left.
"Po dyavolite!(Dammit!)," he nearly yelled in frustration as his bag was empty and all the Galleons were taken from his coat. Chocolate cauldrons and sugar quills littered the table, but he knew first hand that they were laced with love potions.
Grabbing his coat and bag he moodily walked back to Hermione, and she was curious as to why he was upset.
"What's wrong this time?", Hermione asked him as he sat down with a sigh. His little group of stalkers watched him from a couple tables away, holding books and parchment happily. Most likely his, but they were also glaring at her but Hermione didn't care.
"Did they take everything?"
"Dah," he mumbled as he lay his head on the table. "My essay I haff done as vell, it is too much trouble to ask for parchment?"
"No of course not!", she said before giving him a two feet roll of parchment. Gratefully accepting it he then began to write his paper again. Hermione watched as he wrote in Bulgarian, but nonetheless it was beautiful.
Преображение: Как да се превърне в зоомаг.
От: Виктор Крум
Много вещици и магьосници в цяла ...
She just shook her head before returning to her own work, and whenever she wasn't looking at him, he was looking at her. He too thought her penmanship was elegant as her quill moved languidly.
Moonstone's Properties and It's Importance In Potions
By: Hermione Jane Granger
He was surprised to see it was at least three feet long and in his head he smirked, not only was his wildflower beautiful but smart as well. Viktor and Hermione worked in silence well into the day, only stopping when both realized it was an hour before dinner. And only thirty minutes to submit his name into the Goblet. Smiling at her Viktor returned her inkwell back only to have her refuse.
"Since they took yours you can keep it," she said as she put up her books and parchments. One caught his eye before she put it up.
"Vhat is S.P.E.W?", he asked in confusion as he picked up the paper.
" Umm, the Society of the Protection for Elfish Wellfare," she said her cheeks turning red. Viktor read the names listed under her name.
Harry Potter
Neville Longbottom
Luna Lovegood
"Here you are," he said giving back the sheet. Picking up his things Viktor walked off, leaving Hermione gasping as she read her list. And under Luna's name was Viktor Krum, she happily put the parchment away before running of to the Great Hall.
Where the Weasley Twins were about to pull off their aging potion.
~.~.~
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore whispered as the students stopped talking. A piece of muggle line paper held firmly in his hands before he screamed Harry's name again.
"Go Harry!", Hermione urged as Dumbledore looked furiously around for him. People began crying out in anger that he was a cheat. Hermione didn't believe it at all, Harry didn't needed Eternal Glory in addition to being the Boy-Who-Lived.
Walking through the crowd of angry people he took all their glares, used to being put down as per usual. He lived with the Dursleys so it was not uncommon to be hated by all.
The trophy room was a real mess, trophies lined every corner and crevice it could. Leaving only a path for people to walk through, Harry paused at a trophy that read James Potter. He looked at it as Fleur, Cedric, and Viktor came out from where they were looking and saw Harry.
"Vhere is Dumbledore?", asked Viktor.
"Is 'e sent you 'ere to 'ell us somezhing?"
"Harry, mate what are you doing here?"
A flurry of teachers ran down the staircase to the trophy room, all headed towards Harry. Professor Dumbledore grasped Harry's shoulders tightly as he and the other teachers surrounded him.
"Harry, I need to know. Did you are did you not put your name in the Goblet of Fire?", Dumbledore asked as Harry shook his head no.
"No sir!"
"Did you get someone else to do it for you?"
"NO!"
Looking to Barty Crouch he asked him,"Barty does this mean he had to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament?"
"I am afraid to say the rules are still the same."
From that day forth Harry Potter was shunned until the first task, and only Hermione had believed in Harry. And knew that he wouldn't lie to her at all.
I really hope that this is good, so please no flames! I want to make this a multi chapter story that is about 20 to 40 chapters long.
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