DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS THEY ARE ALL PROPERTIES OF ROWLINGS….
Note: I'm not that well at grammer and everything…
Chapter one: Victor Krum
Hermione looked over at Victor Krum, taking a small break from her long strenuous hours of studying. How utterly dazzling and stunningly dashing he looked in his red-uniform outfit. He was devishly handsome and strong built, she liked that. She did not care that every girl 'liked' him, she understood why...he only happened to be one of the best, most impressive Quiddich players of the century...and a teenage heart throb.
Victor Krum glanced quickly, secretively almost, at her when entering his name in the Goblet of Fire and her heart fluttered like a wild butterfly for just a moment. "I cant believe he looked at me" she thought pleasingly smirking to herself, then she continued to do her homework.
Once upon a time, she had crushed on Harry but the small crush dissolved to nothing over the years. She was daydreaming silently in the back of her mind about Victor when here steamy thoughts were interrupted.
"Hermione want to come up to the common room with us, or do you want to stay here?" Harry asked Ron standing hesitantly next to him, a brain-dead expression on his pallor face.
"I will be there in a moment, I'm going to finish this I'm almost done." Hermione said assuringly.
"Surprised your brain hasn't turned into a book by now," Ron said "with the way your nose is always cemented in a book...don't you ever do girlish things?"
"I don't see you complaining about it when we get stuck in a death situation. Which, must I remind you, happens more then I signed up for"
"You didn't sign anything to be our friends-" Ronald was interrupted.
"Honestly, will you two quit it?" Harry sputtered.
"Quit what?" Ron asked meekly.
"Oh, forget it..." Harry sighed. It had been liked this for roughly a week now. Smart rhetorical remarks back and forth.
"Let's go Harry. You heard her, she'll be up shortly..." Ron said turning from Hermione.
"I didn't say that I said, I'm going to finish this I'm almost done."
"Oh bug off!" Ronald spat, "They practically mean the same thing!"
"I never said I'd be up shortly...I said I'm almost done with this. Did it ever occur to you Ronald that I have other things to do?"
"Not really. No."
"Oh..." Hermione said.
"Okay, well Ronald and I will be leaving now." Harry said, practically shoving Ronald away from Hermione and dragging him out of the door. After they left, it seemed that everybody started to leave. But, the buzzing excitement about the Triwizard Tournament still hung in the air after almost everybody had left. Hermione looked up from her paper. She took a quick around, in one corner there was a couple happily snoggin' and in the other...standing against the wall watching her like a hawk ready to pounce on a little mouse was Victor Krum.
"Hello" Hermione said trying to act casual as he strode his way over and took a seat next to her. Her palms broke out into a small sweat.
"Hi."
"How are you?" Hermione asked, unsure of what she should say. It was their first interaction. Normally he was being creepily followed by a mutiny of obsessed girls ew-ying and Aw-ing.
"I am really quiet fine thank you...and yourself?" He asked with a grin, white teeth flashing.
"I am fine. Just doing a bit of light studying."
"I can see that. I watch you, seeing that your pretty much one of the only people not watching me. Your boyfriend gave me the stink eye for doing so." He said with a harmonic laugh.
"I wasn't aware I had a boyfriend..."
"Strange, that red-headed guy that is like Harry's sidekick...or whatever... He was the one who told me that he was your boyfriend and that I better stop starring you down as if you were my next meal..."
Hermione's face had flushed a light pink in anger, "He said what, and I'm not his girlfriend, He has a girlfriend for that matter...?" ..."I wonder what she would think about that..."Hermione had whispered underneath her breath.
"Good because I was wondering...if you want to go out with me?" His thick accent was enough to make Hermione squeamish. Much to her surprise she found herself speechless...somehow though she had muttered out a quiet Yes.
"I don't think your my next meal. I'm not a vulture, you can tell that to the redheaded wig-wam."
"Its getting quite late and Harry and Wig-wam are probably getting worried. I'll see you tomorrow though, right?" Hermione asked.
"Of course you will love." He gently kissed her on the hand and they left each other until further notice. Hermione was filled with such happiness, one could say she flew to the common room. Harry and Ron were surprised to see her dancing about the room, forgetting about House elfs and homework for once. They wondered why.