A/N My first Harry Potter fanfic. I have been writing Tamora Pierce fanfics. I do not own HP characters.
JKR does. Ok? Good!
My Life
Hermione was sitting in Three Broomsticks seven years after graduating from Hogwarts. After school she
had left Europe to go to New York in America. After five years, she had finally missed her friends so much
that she had to return.
Three Broomsticks brought back a lot of memories. Mostly memories of crushes and boyfriends. In her last
three or four years of school, she had gotten a lot of boyfriends.
She tried to remember each of them. A memory flooded her mind.
*Back in 4th year*
"Excuse me, Hermione."
Hermione turned to see Viktor Krum looking at her. She blushed. She was grateful that no one was in the
library at the moment. She couldn't even imagine the rumors that would be spread.
"Yes."
"Ve haven't been properly introduced, have ve?" he said, his brown eyes twinkling.
"No, I don't believe we have." Hermione said, feeling her skin turn crimson. She hoped that he wouldn't
notice. "My name is Hermione Granger." She held out her hand.
"My name is Viktor Krum." He took her hand and lifted it to his lips and brushed a kissed her hand.
Hermione was no longer on control of what her body was doing: her heart skipped a beat, then pounded
quickly. "Vould you like to take a valk?" he asked.
"Sure, just let me put this book back."
After the book was placed in its rightful spot, Hermione and Viktor preceded to walk out of the library. After
walking around the corridors for a few minutes, Viktor cleared his throat.
"Do you believe in love at first sight, Hermione?"
She looked up at him, too shocked to speak. Hermione was definately not prepared for this. She was hoping
even for a little small-talk, not a debate style conversation.
"I don't know," Hermione said slowly. "You mean like when you see a person for the first time and you know
that your in love with them?"
"Yes."
"I've actually never thought about it."
"Vhy not?"
"Well, I've never had a reason to. I mean, I've never had a romance or a feeling like that to figure out."
Until now, she thought to herself. "You?"
"In all honesty, yes, I do. I see no reason for it not to exist."
"You seem to be a very spiritual person. Sort of, romantic, in a way."
"I don't look it, do I?" Hermione shook her head no. Viktor smiled at that remark.
"How did you know my name before?"
"I asked."
"You asked someone about me?" Hermione said, astonished.
"Yes." Viktor blushed slightly.
"Who?" Hermione said, curious.
"A boy by the name of Draco Malfoy." he answered. "I saw you at the Quidditch Vorld Cup."
"You did? When?" Hermione asked, beginning to wonder what he was getting at.
"At the end, vhen ve vent shake hands with the prime ministers. You vere vith your friends."
"How do you know so much about me?"
"I vatch."
Hermione and Viktor found themselves at the library again. It was near dinnertime. Everyone
was beginning to walk to dinner.
"So, I guess I had better go. Bye, and thanks." Hermione said while turning to leave.
A hand brushed against her arm, trying to hold her back. Hermione turned around.
"Hermione, vill you go to the Yule Ball vith me?" Viktor asked, looking into her eyes. "I mean, if
you're not already going vith someone."
"Of course, I'll go with you." Hermione said smiling. She couldn't believe someone had asked her to the ball.
Now she knew why Parvati and Lavender loved boys and were so excited for the dance.
"Oh, good. Maybe ve can talk tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you at the library at 11?"
"Yeah.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Where were you guys?" Hermione asked, as she walked into the common room.
"They were both dumped by the girl's they asked to the dance." Ginny said.
"Oh. Well, I still have some work to do, ok. Bye." Hermione started to walk to her dormitory.
"Hermione, wait. You're a girl. Maybe you could go to the ball with me or Harry?" Ron asked her.
"No, I can't. I'm already going with someone." She answered quickly, slightly blushing.
"No, you're not. You just said that to Neville because you didn't want to go with him." Ron argued.
"I am going with someone." Hermione said and spun on her heel straight toward the girl's dormitory.
Hermione flopped on her bed, thinking. I can't believe Viktor Krum asked me to the ball. What will I
wear? How will I do my hair? my make-up? Maybe Parvati and Lavender will help me?
Time moved so slow for the next few weeks until the ball. Hermione and Viktor talked about all sorts
of things: studies, the tournament, love, their friends, and even Quidditch. Viktor had offered to teach
her about the game and she had accepted.
Finally, Hermione was preparing to go to the Yule Ball. She slipped on her periwinkle blue dress robes.
She used a spell to make her hair silky and smooth. With Lavender's help, she put her hair in elegant
bun. Parvati did her make-up.
She met Viktor at the ship he was living in with the rest of Durmstrang kids. Viktor walked out dressed
in deep green dress robes.
"Hello, Hermione," he took her hand and kissed it. "You look beautiful tonight, as alvays."
"Thank you, Viktor." Hermione said, blushing.
Viktor offered her his arm and she accepted. Because Viktor was one of the Champions, he and Hermione,
along with the other Champions and their dates, were required to start the dancing.
Looking at the others, Hermione saw Harry and Parvati. "Hi, Harry!" she said. "Hi, Parvati!"
When the doors to the Great Hall were opened, Hermione saw a few girls throwing her evil looks. She
looked innocently at them. "Just ignore them." Viktor whispered.
Professor McGonagall signaled them to follow her. Hermione looked around her: Malfoy, she was glad
to see, could not think of an insult for her. She noticed Ron, he didn't bother to even look at her.
Viktor led her to a table and they sat down. He looked into her eyes; Hermione couldn't make out the meaning
of the look he gave her.
Dumbledore gave the signal to begin eating. Hermione hardly paid attention to what she was eating: it didn't
matter to her. She had a date with a great guy and he wanted to be with her.
After dinner, the Weird Sisters came out. Hermione and Viktor stood and he led her to the dance floor.
"I hope you at least know what your doing," Hermione whispered to Viktor. "I don't."
"Don't vorry, I do." he whispered back.
It was an exhirlarating feeling to be dancing in the arms of a strong man, Hermione decided. She would
have to do more of this dancing stuff in the future.
After a few dances, Viktor offered to go get drinks while Hermione went back to their table. She sat down
at the table, unaware that she was a little pink from dancing.
"Hi," said Harry.
"It's hot, isn't it?" said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. "Viktor's just gone off to get some drinks."
"Viktor?" Ron said. "Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky, yet?"
"What's up with you?" Hermione said, surprised.
"If you don't know then I'm not going to tell you."
"Ron, what---?"
"He's from Durmstrang! He's competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! You--- You're---frate-
rnizing with the enemy, that's what you're doing!" Ron yelled.
"Don't be so stupid! The enemy! Honestly---who was the one who was so happy when he came?
The one who wanted is autograph?" Hermion's face was going very red.
"I s'pose he asked you to come with him while you were at the library?"
"Yes,he did."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Hermione was running. She had to get away from Ron. Why hadn't Harry said anything? He was
her friend, too. Of course, he would side with Ron even if Ron was charged with murder, had the
murder weapon, and witnesses saw him do it. It wasn't fair.
"Hermione! Stop!" someone was calling to her. "Vait, Hermione!"
Well, what do you think? Flashbacks are good. In this story there will be a lot of them, OK? Yeah, read/review, you know the drill.
Lady Nic
Thank yous: I must thank my mind. It's always coming up with these brilliant ideas for stories and such. Luv ya lots! Okay, now that I have shown that I am mental,
I not always like this, though! I'm quiet and serious (at school).
You must READ AND REVIEW or I will send my bodyguard, a Lady Knight, after you!! Muhahahahahahahah!! *cough, cough* Help meeee!!
I can't *cough, cough* stop *cough* coughing *cough*! Help me!!!
JKR does. Ok? Good!
My Life
Hermione was sitting in Three Broomsticks seven years after graduating from Hogwarts. After school she
had left Europe to go to New York in America. After five years, she had finally missed her friends so much
that she had to return.
Three Broomsticks brought back a lot of memories. Mostly memories of crushes and boyfriends. In her last
three or four years of school, she had gotten a lot of boyfriends.
She tried to remember each of them. A memory flooded her mind.
*Back in 4th year*
"Excuse me, Hermione."
Hermione turned to see Viktor Krum looking at her. She blushed. She was grateful that no one was in the
library at the moment. She couldn't even imagine the rumors that would be spread.
"Yes."
"Ve haven't been properly introduced, have ve?" he said, his brown eyes twinkling.
"No, I don't believe we have." Hermione said, feeling her skin turn crimson. She hoped that he wouldn't
notice. "My name is Hermione Granger." She held out her hand.
"My name is Viktor Krum." He took her hand and lifted it to his lips and brushed a kissed her hand.
Hermione was no longer on control of what her body was doing: her heart skipped a beat, then pounded
quickly. "Vould you like to take a valk?" he asked.
"Sure, just let me put this book back."
After the book was placed in its rightful spot, Hermione and Viktor preceded to walk out of the library. After
walking around the corridors for a few minutes, Viktor cleared his throat.
"Do you believe in love at first sight, Hermione?"
She looked up at him, too shocked to speak. Hermione was definately not prepared for this. She was hoping
even for a little small-talk, not a debate style conversation.
"I don't know," Hermione said slowly. "You mean like when you see a person for the first time and you know
that your in love with them?"
"Yes."
"I've actually never thought about it."
"Vhy not?"
"Well, I've never had a reason to. I mean, I've never had a romance or a feeling like that to figure out."
Until now, she thought to herself. "You?"
"In all honesty, yes, I do. I see no reason for it not to exist."
"You seem to be a very spiritual person. Sort of, romantic, in a way."
"I don't look it, do I?" Hermione shook her head no. Viktor smiled at that remark.
"How did you know my name before?"
"I asked."
"You asked someone about me?" Hermione said, astonished.
"Yes." Viktor blushed slightly.
"Who?" Hermione said, curious.
"A boy by the name of Draco Malfoy." he answered. "I saw you at the Quidditch Vorld Cup."
"You did? When?" Hermione asked, beginning to wonder what he was getting at.
"At the end, vhen ve vent shake hands with the prime ministers. You vere vith your friends."
"How do you know so much about me?"
"I vatch."
Hermione and Viktor found themselves at the library again. It was near dinnertime. Everyone
was beginning to walk to dinner.
"So, I guess I had better go. Bye, and thanks." Hermione said while turning to leave.
A hand brushed against her arm, trying to hold her back. Hermione turned around.
"Hermione, vill you go to the Yule Ball vith me?" Viktor asked, looking into her eyes. "I mean, if
you're not already going vith someone."
"Of course, I'll go with you." Hermione said smiling. She couldn't believe someone had asked her to the ball.
Now she knew why Parvati and Lavender loved boys and were so excited for the dance.
"Oh, good. Maybe ve can talk tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you at the library at 11?"
"Yeah.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Where were you guys?" Hermione asked, as she walked into the common room.
"They were both dumped by the girl's they asked to the dance." Ginny said.
"Oh. Well, I still have some work to do, ok. Bye." Hermione started to walk to her dormitory.
"Hermione, wait. You're a girl. Maybe you could go to the ball with me or Harry?" Ron asked her.
"No, I can't. I'm already going with someone." She answered quickly, slightly blushing.
"No, you're not. You just said that to Neville because you didn't want to go with him." Ron argued.
"I am going with someone." Hermione said and spun on her heel straight toward the girl's dormitory.
Hermione flopped on her bed, thinking. I can't believe Viktor Krum asked me to the ball. What will I
wear? How will I do my hair? my make-up? Maybe Parvati and Lavender will help me?
Time moved so slow for the next few weeks until the ball. Hermione and Viktor talked about all sorts
of things: studies, the tournament, love, their friends, and even Quidditch. Viktor had offered to teach
her about the game and she had accepted.
Finally, Hermione was preparing to go to the Yule Ball. She slipped on her periwinkle blue dress robes.
She used a spell to make her hair silky and smooth. With Lavender's help, she put her hair in elegant
bun. Parvati did her make-up.
She met Viktor at the ship he was living in with the rest of Durmstrang kids. Viktor walked out dressed
in deep green dress robes.
"Hello, Hermione," he took her hand and kissed it. "You look beautiful tonight, as alvays."
"Thank you, Viktor." Hermione said, blushing.
Viktor offered her his arm and she accepted. Because Viktor was one of the Champions, he and Hermione,
along with the other Champions and their dates, were required to start the dancing.
Looking at the others, Hermione saw Harry and Parvati. "Hi, Harry!" she said. "Hi, Parvati!"
When the doors to the Great Hall were opened, Hermione saw a few girls throwing her evil looks. She
looked innocently at them. "Just ignore them." Viktor whispered.
Professor McGonagall signaled them to follow her. Hermione looked around her: Malfoy, she was glad
to see, could not think of an insult for her. She noticed Ron, he didn't bother to even look at her.
Viktor led her to a table and they sat down. He looked into her eyes; Hermione couldn't make out the meaning
of the look he gave her.
Dumbledore gave the signal to begin eating. Hermione hardly paid attention to what she was eating: it didn't
matter to her. She had a date with a great guy and he wanted to be with her.
After dinner, the Weird Sisters came out. Hermione and Viktor stood and he led her to the dance floor.
"I hope you at least know what your doing," Hermione whispered to Viktor. "I don't."
"Don't vorry, I do." he whispered back.
It was an exhirlarating feeling to be dancing in the arms of a strong man, Hermione decided. She would
have to do more of this dancing stuff in the future.
After a few dances, Viktor offered to go get drinks while Hermione went back to their table. She sat down
at the table, unaware that she was a little pink from dancing.
"Hi," said Harry.
"It's hot, isn't it?" said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. "Viktor's just gone off to get some drinks."
"Viktor?" Ron said. "Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky, yet?"
"What's up with you?" Hermione said, surprised.
"If you don't know then I'm not going to tell you."
"Ron, what---?"
"He's from Durmstrang! He's competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! You--- You're---frate-
rnizing with the enemy, that's what you're doing!" Ron yelled.
"Don't be so stupid! The enemy! Honestly---who was the one who was so happy when he came?
The one who wanted is autograph?" Hermion's face was going very red.
"I s'pose he asked you to come with him while you were at the library?"
"Yes,he did."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Hermione was running. She had to get away from Ron. Why hadn't Harry said anything? He was
her friend, too. Of course, he would side with Ron even if Ron was charged with murder, had the
murder weapon, and witnesses saw him do it. It wasn't fair.
"Hermione! Stop!" someone was calling to her. "Vait, Hermione!"
Well, what do you think? Flashbacks are good. In this story there will be a lot of them, OK? Yeah, read/review, you know the drill.
Lady Nic
Thank yous: I must thank my mind. It's always coming up with these brilliant ideas for stories and such. Luv ya lots! Okay, now that I have shown that I am mental,
I not always like this, though! I'm quiet and serious (at school).
You must READ AND REVIEW or I will send my bodyguard, a Lady Knight, after you!! Muhahahahahahahah!! *cough, cough* Help meeee!!
I can't *cough, cough* stop *cough* coughing *cough*! Help me!!!