Quidditch Woes
Chapter 1
A/N: Ahhhh smells like a new fanfic! This is *gasp* my first fanfic. It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm suffering from a bout of insomnia. I should be doing my summer reading, I know, but I've had this idea in my head for quite some time. So, here it is! Read, enjoy, and review! (This is the summer before 5th year! So everbody's what.15?)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, do you think I would be writing fanfics online? NO! I would be writing the sixth novel to make my fans happy! (And I wouldn't wait two years before releasing the next book! *grumbles*) I don't own The Lady In The Tower, either. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione sighed as she pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the airplane window. She looked down at the beautiful ocean below her and sighed again. Would this flight ever end?
Viktor Krum had invited her to stay for three weeks in Italy with him and watch the World Cup. She had readily agreed, Italy sounded much more interesting than sitting at home while both her parents were at work.
Viktor offered to pay for everything, the flight, the hotel rooms, food, you name it. It didn't take long for her parents to agree after they learned that bit of information. Viktor and she would NOT be sharing a room, and her parents trusted her completely to make smart decisions.
She was flying in First Class, courtesy of Viktor. She had to admit, it DID have its upsides. Better food, better seats. She had the whole compartment to herself, so she could stretch her legs out across two seats and read comfortably.
The voice of the pilot came over the loudspeaker and Hermione tuned her ears in to hear the announcement.
"We will be landing at the Rome airport in 1 hour. Feel free to move around until the plane nears landing. Thank you, that is all."
Hermione dug around in her blue travel backpack until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out the book she was currently reading, The Lady In The Tower, by Jean Plaidy. It was a book about Anne Boleyn, who supposedly was a witch. Hermione had be come very interested in her over the summer and collected and read all books about her life.
She opened the book to page 32, but her mind wandered. Viktor is nice, she thought, but I don't think he's boyfriend material. I mean, I'm at Hogwarts, he's at Durmstrang.....we're so far apart. He's a great friend, but it probably wouldn't work out. She hoped he didn't think he was going to 'get any' this summer. She giggled softly. THAT'S why we have separate hotel rooms. Hermione smiled and concentrated on her book.
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Hermione stepped off the airplane and looked around. Viktor said her would meet her at the airport and they would take a muggle taxi to the hotel.
She searched for a gaggle of girls which usually meant Viktor was near. Even in the muggle world girls rushed up to him just for his looks. Her search was futile, however. She was about to give up hope and just call the hotel, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, expecting to see Viktor, but was surprised when she saw a short baling man in a suit.
"Miss Granger?" he inquired. "Yes, that's me." She replied with a smile.
"I'm Mr. Stuart. Mr. Krum sent me here to pick you up. He says he's very, very, sorry, but Quidditch practice suddenly came up." Hermione smiled. Obviously this man was a wizard. Muggles always got a confused look on there face when the said the name of the famous sport from the wizarding world.
"Shall we get you bags, Miss?" He said with a smile.
"Of course," Hermione nodded and they headed off towards baggage claim to get her suitcases.
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Hermione stepped out of the cab as Mr. Stuart paid the cab driver and retrieved her luggage from the trunk. She couldn't help but laugh at her surroundings. On the outside, this part of town looked deserted and run- down. On the outside the hotel looked old, and about to collapse. Even if muggles did come to investigate, they soon felt a sense of foreboding and quickly turned away.
Mr. Stuart quickly came up behind her with the bags. "Here we are, Miss Granger! In we go!" Hermione opened the door and smiled happily at what she saw. The hotel was beautifully furnished, Old-Italin style. Hermione couldn't help but love it. As soon as Mr. Stuart set her bags down, they instantly disappeared to her room.
"Well, Miss Granger, this is where I leave you. Goodbye!" Hermione smiled. "Goodbye Mr. Stuart! Nice meeting you!" He smiled and nodded and was gone with a 'Pop!'
Hermione approached the old-fashioned desk. "I have reservations under 'Krum'" she told the desk clerk. He looked up "Ah, Mr. Krum's guest! Yes, your room is number 113. Your password is 'Snitch'. Have a nice day!" She thanked him and began to walk upstairs to her room.
She reached 113 and whispered the password. The door swung open to reveal a beautiful suite. Everything was down in different shade of gold. The bathroom was colored with rusty reds and bits of gold here and there. The bath was huge, as big as the one in the prefect's bathroom. Hermione decided to take a bath. She felt nasty from being in those clothes so long on the plane. She turned on the water and gold bubbles. Just then she heard a knock at the door. She ran and opened it.
"Hello, Miss Granger. Mr. Krum sent me to ask you if he could have the pleasure of dining with you at the hotel restaurant this evening?" Hermione nodded "Yes, of course, what time should I meet him?" "8 o'clock, Miss." "Okay then, goodbye!" Hermione closed the door and rushed into the bathroom to turn off the bubbles and water before it overflowed. She quickly undressed and stepped into the bath.
About a half and hour and five bubble beards later (A/N: Don't ya just LOVE those?!!LOL) Hermione stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. She glanced at the big, rustic clock. 5 o'clock. "Ok, that means I have 2 more hours before I have to start getting ready. I guess I'll check out the shops in the hotel for something to wear tonight." She stepped into the room and looked around for her suitcase with her clothes and makeup. All she saw was a big, black trunk with a green stripe down the middle. She groaned. She had gotten someone ELSE'S luggage. She sighed and walked over to see who's it was so she could return it and get hers. She groaned again as she read the name on the tag. "Draco Malfoy. Peerrrrfect. Maybe I'll just return it to the front desk, and he'll return mine to the front desk, and we won't have to lay eyes on each other." Hermione smiled. Yep, that's what she would do. Simple and clean. No need to talk to him.
As she was thinking this, there was a knock at the door. Figuring it was a bellhop again, she answered the door without thinking twice about her chic towel dress. (A/N Heheh) There stood Draco Malfoy, his trademark smirk on his face. She groaned inwardly.
"Yes?" She asked him with a tight smile. "Hello, mudblood, I've come to retrieve my bags from you. I really hope you haven't dirtied EVERYTHING." He drawled. Hermione rolled her eyes and levitated his trunk out the door, and he did the same with her suitcases. "I really must speak with the hotel manager about this." He went on "Such a horrible mistake. Hopefully some one will get fired." Hermione fixed him with a blank stared. "Is that all?" He smirk got wider. "Just one more thing, Granger. I think its time for a shave." Hermione looked at him, utterly confused. "You've got a nice beard growing there." Hermione slammed the door, and giving him a few seconds to turn and walk a little ways, she opened the door and stuck her tongue out at his back and made a face, bubble beard and all.
"Very mature, Granger!" She heard him say cheerily before she slammed the door again.
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A/N: So, Whadda ya think? It's now 3 A.M. so forgive me for spelling mistakes! Pllllz review! BUBBLE BEARDS ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL See ya lata!
-blondewandwaver
Chapter 1
A/N: Ahhhh smells like a new fanfic! This is *gasp* my first fanfic. It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm suffering from a bout of insomnia. I should be doing my summer reading, I know, but I've had this idea in my head for quite some time. So, here it is! Read, enjoy, and review! (This is the summer before 5th year! So everbody's what.15?)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, do you think I would be writing fanfics online? NO! I would be writing the sixth novel to make my fans happy! (And I wouldn't wait two years before releasing the next book! *grumbles*) I don't own The Lady In The Tower, either. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione sighed as she pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the airplane window. She looked down at the beautiful ocean below her and sighed again. Would this flight ever end?
Viktor Krum had invited her to stay for three weeks in Italy with him and watch the World Cup. She had readily agreed, Italy sounded much more interesting than sitting at home while both her parents were at work.
Viktor offered to pay for everything, the flight, the hotel rooms, food, you name it. It didn't take long for her parents to agree after they learned that bit of information. Viktor and she would NOT be sharing a room, and her parents trusted her completely to make smart decisions.
She was flying in First Class, courtesy of Viktor. She had to admit, it DID have its upsides. Better food, better seats. She had the whole compartment to herself, so she could stretch her legs out across two seats and read comfortably.
The voice of the pilot came over the loudspeaker and Hermione tuned her ears in to hear the announcement.
"We will be landing at the Rome airport in 1 hour. Feel free to move around until the plane nears landing. Thank you, that is all."
Hermione dug around in her blue travel backpack until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out the book she was currently reading, The Lady In The Tower, by Jean Plaidy. It was a book about Anne Boleyn, who supposedly was a witch. Hermione had be come very interested in her over the summer and collected and read all books about her life.
She opened the book to page 32, but her mind wandered. Viktor is nice, she thought, but I don't think he's boyfriend material. I mean, I'm at Hogwarts, he's at Durmstrang.....we're so far apart. He's a great friend, but it probably wouldn't work out. She hoped he didn't think he was going to 'get any' this summer. She giggled softly. THAT'S why we have separate hotel rooms. Hermione smiled and concentrated on her book.
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Hermione stepped off the airplane and looked around. Viktor said her would meet her at the airport and they would take a muggle taxi to the hotel.
She searched for a gaggle of girls which usually meant Viktor was near. Even in the muggle world girls rushed up to him just for his looks. Her search was futile, however. She was about to give up hope and just call the hotel, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, expecting to see Viktor, but was surprised when she saw a short baling man in a suit.
"Miss Granger?" he inquired. "Yes, that's me." She replied with a smile.
"I'm Mr. Stuart. Mr. Krum sent me here to pick you up. He says he's very, very, sorry, but Quidditch practice suddenly came up." Hermione smiled. Obviously this man was a wizard. Muggles always got a confused look on there face when the said the name of the famous sport from the wizarding world.
"Shall we get you bags, Miss?" He said with a smile.
"Of course," Hermione nodded and they headed off towards baggage claim to get her suitcases.
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Hermione stepped out of the cab as Mr. Stuart paid the cab driver and retrieved her luggage from the trunk. She couldn't help but laugh at her surroundings. On the outside, this part of town looked deserted and run- down. On the outside the hotel looked old, and about to collapse. Even if muggles did come to investigate, they soon felt a sense of foreboding and quickly turned away.
Mr. Stuart quickly came up behind her with the bags. "Here we are, Miss Granger! In we go!" Hermione opened the door and smiled happily at what she saw. The hotel was beautifully furnished, Old-Italin style. Hermione couldn't help but love it. As soon as Mr. Stuart set her bags down, they instantly disappeared to her room.
"Well, Miss Granger, this is where I leave you. Goodbye!" Hermione smiled. "Goodbye Mr. Stuart! Nice meeting you!" He smiled and nodded and was gone with a 'Pop!'
Hermione approached the old-fashioned desk. "I have reservations under 'Krum'" she told the desk clerk. He looked up "Ah, Mr. Krum's guest! Yes, your room is number 113. Your password is 'Snitch'. Have a nice day!" She thanked him and began to walk upstairs to her room.
She reached 113 and whispered the password. The door swung open to reveal a beautiful suite. Everything was down in different shade of gold. The bathroom was colored with rusty reds and bits of gold here and there. The bath was huge, as big as the one in the prefect's bathroom. Hermione decided to take a bath. She felt nasty from being in those clothes so long on the plane. She turned on the water and gold bubbles. Just then she heard a knock at the door. She ran and opened it.
"Hello, Miss Granger. Mr. Krum sent me to ask you if he could have the pleasure of dining with you at the hotel restaurant this evening?" Hermione nodded "Yes, of course, what time should I meet him?" "8 o'clock, Miss." "Okay then, goodbye!" Hermione closed the door and rushed into the bathroom to turn off the bubbles and water before it overflowed. She quickly undressed and stepped into the bath.
About a half and hour and five bubble beards later (A/N: Don't ya just LOVE those?!!LOL) Hermione stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. She glanced at the big, rustic clock. 5 o'clock. "Ok, that means I have 2 more hours before I have to start getting ready. I guess I'll check out the shops in the hotel for something to wear tonight." She stepped into the room and looked around for her suitcase with her clothes and makeup. All she saw was a big, black trunk with a green stripe down the middle. She groaned. She had gotten someone ELSE'S luggage. She sighed and walked over to see who's it was so she could return it and get hers. She groaned again as she read the name on the tag. "Draco Malfoy. Peerrrrfect. Maybe I'll just return it to the front desk, and he'll return mine to the front desk, and we won't have to lay eyes on each other." Hermione smiled. Yep, that's what she would do. Simple and clean. No need to talk to him.
As she was thinking this, there was a knock at the door. Figuring it was a bellhop again, she answered the door without thinking twice about her chic towel dress. (A/N Heheh) There stood Draco Malfoy, his trademark smirk on his face. She groaned inwardly.
"Yes?" She asked him with a tight smile. "Hello, mudblood, I've come to retrieve my bags from you. I really hope you haven't dirtied EVERYTHING." He drawled. Hermione rolled her eyes and levitated his trunk out the door, and he did the same with her suitcases. "I really must speak with the hotel manager about this." He went on "Such a horrible mistake. Hopefully some one will get fired." Hermione fixed him with a blank stared. "Is that all?" He smirk got wider. "Just one more thing, Granger. I think its time for a shave." Hermione looked at him, utterly confused. "You've got a nice beard growing there." Hermione slammed the door, and giving him a few seconds to turn and walk a little ways, she opened the door and stuck her tongue out at his back and made a face, bubble beard and all.
"Very mature, Granger!" She heard him say cheerily before she slammed the door again.
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A/N: So, Whadda ya think? It's now 3 A.M. so forgive me for spelling mistakes! Pllllz review! BUBBLE BEARDS ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL See ya lata!
-blondewandwaver