A/N: This is my first fanfic in quite sometime. Please leave me constructive criticism and not something like 'This sucks!' Thanks. Tell me what you think By the way if you remember in book 4 Viktor has an accent which makes all his ws' sound like vs' and that's why some of the stuff has a v rather then a w when Viktor's talking.
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own anything Harry Potter related. JK Rowling does though. She's my god. D: Maeki is mine though so back off.
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It had been a week since Viktor had been dumped by Hermione. She had been his first girlfriend and he had to admit he still felt heartbroken. At the moment he was sitting in a coffee shop which appeared to be run by muggles. He had finished school the previous year and now found himself concentrating on nothing more then quidditch. Maybe love just wasn't for him he thought staring at his cup of coffee. Really coffee wasn't either he hated it, but that was beside the point. Hermione he had thought was his true love she was everything to him and she left him saying they'd be better off just being friends. Viktor had somehow knew she was too good to be true, but he didn't want to believe it. He had loved her so much. What did he do to deserve this? A sigh escaped his frowning lips as he got up. The coffee he had ordered remained untouched, but he paid for it none the less.
Somehow his career had brought him to America. To beat the Eagles which was the American's quidditch team. It was very unlike his homeland, but he liked it none the less. For now he had escaped his teammates and gone for a walk he knew he would have to head back soon, but beforehand he decided he would stop by the beach. It was still very nice out there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The beach looked beautiful, but deserted he walked around kicking sand occasionally then suddenly noticed a figure at the shoreline. Whoever it was they were hugging their knees and looked very distressed. Viktor found himself walking closer and saw that it was a girl who looked around fifteen or sixteen she was wearing a teal striped short sleeved shirt and faded jeans. Her hair was short and dark brown and her eyes were a light blue, but were filled with tears. He couldn't help, but wonder what had caused such a beautiful girl to be so terribly sad. His cheeks burned and he was aware he was blushing and also that he would have to do or say something soon because of his shy nature this was difficult. "Excuse me." he said this would be even harder then he thought because his English was not very good. The girl looked up for a moment and wiped her eyes trying to hide she was crying he suspected. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm a mess." the girl said sniffling slightly she gestured him to sit next to her and he found himself doing so. "It is fine. I vas just...uh...vondering if you are okay?" he said his accent obvious.
"Oh I guess, it's just I'm kind of down. You have a nice accent where are you from?" she said obviously trying to change the subject.
"I am from Bulgaria and vhy are you so sad?" Viktor realized this must of seemed nosy and rude seeing as he had just met her and she had obviously been there to escape questions, but he really wanted to know.
"It's nothing just. Well there was this guy I thought was the one for me, and he dumped me today. We were together for a really long time it would of been two years next week." She couldn't hold back tears any longer and got up. "I'm sorry, but I really need to go." Viktor wanted to know her name at least. "Vait! I did not get your name!" she had already rushed off all that was left was footprints in the sand. He sighed, he didn't blame her for running off he had taken things too quickly, he had been rude, and had invaded on her time alone. She probably hated him. He got up and walked back to the hotel he and his teammates were staying at. It was one of the few places which was completely muggle free.