HI! this is my first upload to Fan Fiction! I really hope you like it not much, I wanted to start out simple and such... so ya!
Hermione is upset during the Yule Ball because of Ron and she finds comfort in Viktor Krum's arms... and maybe his bed! :-o
Tears drip down her face as her hands are brought up to catch them. 'How could he be so rude to ME! After all the years that we've been such good friends, how dare he have the nerve to treat me in such a way! I HATE HIM!' Hermione thought to herself as she wipes the tear from her face. She is sitting in her favourite nook in the corridor by the library. She leans against the strong wall behind and brings one hand up to wipe away the newest batch of tears stinging her face, then returns it to where it was clinging to her legs as they were brought up close to her body and she rested her head on her knees and sighed. Only to have her sighed mimicked by the shadows to her right. She looks up, surprised and embarrassed to see a body stepping out of the shadows to slowly reveal the face of whom the body belonged to, non-other than the Viktor Krum, the same man that she had been happily dancing with earlier that nice, giggling and carefree of everyone around her. He sat down next to her on the bench and turned to focus on her.
"I have beeen looking all over vor you, Mizz. Grainger" Viktor said in a hushed tone, full of concern.
"I'm so sorry" Hermione said as she tried to mask her tears and hurriedly wiped away the escaped droplets trailing down her blushed cheeks. "I just really needed some air; it's been a stressful week"
"Iz der someting vwrong? You have beeen crying no?"
"Oh no, it's nothing, I'm quite alright, I'm just thinking about turning in early tonight, I should get going, I'm sorry, I really had a lovely time with you tonight Viktor and I will see you tomorrow, you best go to bed too- " Hermione stands and attempts to walk away from Viktor but he gently snatches her wrist as she stands and pulls her into his warm embrace, gently stroking her hair. Hermione leans into him and she lets herself be overwhelmed by his warmth. "I'm sorry Viktor, I'm sorry I ruined your night, you are such a gentleman, and I'm just a mess right now."
"Hermy-own-nee, you vworry too much." He said as he pulled away and brushed a stray hair out of her face and gently tucked it behind her ear, while still holding her tight and as a small chuckle escaped his lips. "You are so very clever, and very pretty, you need not be so concerned vith vat others think of you, come vith me, you have not had anything to eat yet tonight, let me treat you vith the finest foods dis school has to offer." He takes her hand with a twinkle in his eye and leads Hermione down the long and winding corridors of Hogwarts until he whisks her around a corner to a table, romantically set for two.
"Viktor… what- … you did this for me?" Hermione's gasps echo in the small spacious corridor. Small twinkling candles were enchanted to float mystically around the table draped in a lush red table cloth and topped with two sterling silver plates, two crystal chalices and a bottle of Elf-made wine. Viktor escorted Hermione to a chair, which she reluctantly sits in. Viktor carefully pours her a glass of the fine wine, before sitting in the opposite chair. As he poured himself a glass of wine, food magically appeared on the plates in front of them, countless vol-au-vents to tease the appetite.
"Vell, I vanted to get to know you better so vhy not over food and drink? Ya?"
Hermione's eyes connect with Viktor's and and instant flush of warmth sweeps through her body, she tingles as if on an electrical current, and a smile bursts from cheek to cheek. They share a simultaneous laugh before digging in the delectable food in front of them. The rest of the meal is spent sipping wine and flirtatiously exchanging glances, talking, and giggling. Once the food had all but been devoured Viktor stood up and took Hermione's hand and led her to the cushioned bench that was up against the bay window of the corridor. The enchanted castles that were dancing around them followed as Viktor and Hermione made themselves comfortable.
"Oh Viktor, thank you so much for saving this nightmare of an evening for me, thank you!"
"Come now, my dancing vasn't dat bad, vas it?" He chuckled
Hermione blushed and laughed as she leaned into him "no not that, just the drama that ensued, it seems that one of my friends, Ron, can't handle the concept that I am completely capable of spending time with people other than him and Harry" as Hermione said that she grew slightly uncomfortable. Harry and Ron had always been her friends and she didn't like the way it sounded and felt when she talked badly about them out loud. Viktor saw this in her and place his arm around her pulling her in to him, comforting her once again.
"Hermy-own-nee, you are very lucky to hav such good loyal frieynds such as Harry and Ron, I am sure dat dey are just very protective of you. Dey does not really mean any harm." He says as he takes her hands and kisses them gently. Hermione blushed as she watched him do this. His dark eyes sparkled and as before, when Hermione had believed that he was only graceful when on his broom, and rather not too good looking, she now saw how well the candle light suited his looks. He was smooth and rugged. And usual grumpy looking demeanor had left to reveal a wickedly handsome and romantic man. Hermione started to become restless, and slightly fidgety, which she tried to hide. "is der something vwrong Miz. Hermy-own-nee?" Viktor asked as though he felt he might have done something wrong.
"Oh no, nothing is wrong, it's just getting a bit stuffy in here"
"Vwell then, come vith me, ve vill get some fresh air" Hermione was hesitant but followed anyways; there was something different about Viktor. Something that she had never seen before, it was intriguing, new and romantic, chivalrous, but he was already like that before she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but one thing she knew; is that it was sexy!