Hey guys! So I'm going to start of by saying that I've been thinking about writing this story for a while, ever since I got re-addicted to reading Viktor/Hermione stories. This story is going to be VERY long, and maybe even split into parts because of that. This is a Viktor/Hermione story, though there will be times where it seems as if it could go another way.

By the way, I'm going to start of with a "T" rating just because I'm not sure whether or not I will have any "M" content (I'm going to keep this explanation vague in case I have some younger readers, lol) but if I do decide to head in that direction I will simply change the rating.

This story takes place during GOF and after!

Oh and I don't own anything, blah blah blah.

Chapter 1

Hermione smiled softly at her reflection in her full length mirror, satisfied that she was ready to go. The summer had done her good, with a fresh tan lingering on her skin from her long vacation with her parents in Greece. Her hair had finally stepped down from its frizz ball ways and now hung in silky, loose ringlets that came halfway down her back. Since she was now fourteen she decided to experiment with a bit of makeup but she kept it simple, with just a few dashes of mascara and lip gloss. Although she was still young and growing she couldn't hide that fact that she was developing a more "mature" figure, and accepted it by taking more interest in what she wore. Hermione was always modest, but had started picking clothing that was tighter and hugged her newly formed curves. Today she stood in jean capris that hugged her hips , a blue tank with colorful flowers on it along with simple brown flip flops. Her only accessory was a delicate golden necklace with a heart pendant, her joint Christmas gift from Harry and Ron last year.

"Hermione dear," she heard her mother call from downstairs. "Are you ready to go?"

Excitement bubbled in her stomach as she thought about seeing all of her friends and going to the Quidditch World Cup. "I'm coming!" She called, as she grabbed her trunk and wand before rushing down the stairs. She was not surprised to see Charlie Weasley standing in her fouyer, waiting to apparate her and her things to the Burrow.

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"HERMIONE!"

"I've missed you!"

"Dang, what happened to you?!" This comment caught her off guard as her head whipped around to catch George looking her up and down before wiggling his eyebrows at her jokingly. She smacked his arm.

"George Weasley!" She exclaimed, before a whelp of surprise escaped her throat as he yanked her into the air and spinned her around. "Stop!" This was more of a whine and he put her down and laughed as she was dizzy on her feet, earning him another smack.

"I was only joking, geez 'Mione," George noted with a snicker, before she got a round of hugs from the rest of the Weasleys and Harry. Although there were no more suggestive remarks, she felt as though she had many surveying eyes on her and her new look. Ron was the most obvious, she almost thought she saw a hint of drool at the corner of his mouth. Pushing these thoughts aside as they all started scattering off, her brows furrowed together as she realized she had missed someone. The clearing of a throat behind her startled her for a moment, before she turned and came face to face with none other than Fred Weasley.

"Hey 'Mione," he muttered softly, and she thought she could see a blush rising to his cheeks.

"I knew I was missing someone!" Hermione exclaimed before throwing her arms around his neck just as she had done with everyone else. Fred did not hesitate to loop his arms around her back and pull her close, and she noticed that this hug lingered far more than any she had ever recieved from this particular boy.

"Missed you," he said softly, almost so much so that she couldn't hear him. A hand had moved from it's resting place on her back and was now in her hair.

"I missed you too, silly," she said with a laugh as she pulled away. This was true, she had missed all the Weasleys, and Fred was no exception. He was like her brother. That hug didn't feel too brotherly, she noted to herself as he smiled at her reply before offering to take her things to Ginny's room. Once realizing that Charlie had already done this as soon as they had arrived, Fred excused himself hurriedly as the blush returned to his cheeks.

The rest of the day was spent preparing for the trip to the World Cup. Hermione pulled a few changes of clothes out of her trunk and put them in a smaller bag for the trip, before going to help Mrs. Weasley prepare food to take along with them. The others spent the majority of the day playing quidditch outside, after they had finished packing of course, and finally convinced her to come sit and watch when she was finished helping the red headed mother. Hermione sat in the grass enjoying the sunshine, rolling her eyes everytime she heard Ron mention Viktor Krum. It's like he's in love with this guy or something. On several occasions she caught Fred staring at her, he would get slightly flustered when her eyes would lock with his, but then preceded to do some sort of difficult trick on his broom in an attempt to impress her. Hermione rolled her eyes when she was sure he wasn't looking. This is going to be an interesting year...

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"Whose that?" Ginny half shouted, pointing to the Bulgarian Quidditch player who did a sort of flip in the air on his broom. Hermione heard the boys they were with groan in unison at her ignorance.

"That sis is the best seeker in the world! KRUM!" As George finished this the crowd had all started cheering the player's name as he circled the pitch triumphantly. Hermione joined in, even though she knew the littlest about the game out of everyone there. He is rather handsome. As if he had heard her thoughts, the player's eyes locked with hers for a moment as he passed their box, giving her a smile. Oh yeah, he is definitley VERY handsome.

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"Harry, you keep rubbing your scar. Are you sure you're alright? Maybe you should lie down."

"Hermione, please! You know I love you but you're sort of making it worse," Harry groaned, rubbing his head before resting on the table. Hermoine huffed, clearly irritated and eyed Ron, who was stuffing his face with at least three eclairs at the same time. My best friends, ladies and gentlemen, she thought sarcastically as she rolled her eyes before they made their way to the lead table where the teachers and headmaster sat as Dumbledore cleared his throat. Her eyes lingered momentarily on a large goblet sitting upon a pillar, this seemed rather strange to her. Harry and Ron hadn't noticed, Harry too busy wincing in pain while Ron was too preoccupied stuffing his face like he was getting ready to hibernate. They had gone through the normal process of sorting the first years before sitting to a marvelous feast, but Hermione couldn't help but notice the buzz of excitement all of the proffessors seemed to be sharing through the night. Well, all of the proffessors except for Snape. His face was fixed in its normal glare.

"Students!" The headmaster called, hundreds of heads turning towards him. "This is the part of the evening where I dismiss you to your dormitories, but tonight shall be different! Some of you may have noticed some strangers arriving on our grounds earlier this afternoon," there was alot of nodding. Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined in, having found the huge pirate-looking ship and flying horse drawn carriage rather odd. "These vehicles brought to us seventh year students from two schools who will be sharing your home this school year. Hogwarts, it is my pleasure to introduce you to the lovely ladies from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!"

The doors to the Great Hall flew open as a sea of the most beautiful girls imaginable strutted inside, the heads of every single male student following them as they walked, quite obviously staring at their bottom's. Many jumped as they saw a stern looking woman who was even taller than Hagrid following behind the girls. Once they had reached Dumbledore they curtsied in unison, a few of them gasping at the various whistles coming from those behind them. They were ushered over to sit with the Ravenclaws.

"Settle down, settle down. Now, give a warm welcome to the proud some of Durmstrang!" With this announcement, the doors again opened to a sea of olive skinned boys dressed in brown furs. Every one of them held an intimidating scowl with perfect posture.

"Blimey, it's him! Viktor Krum!" Ron practically swooned as the same boy from the World Cup came striding through the doors with a scowl to match his classmates. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"He's just a person, Ronald. Just like you, only he gets paid absurd amount of money to catch a tiny ball,"Hermione hissed, annoyed. Ron shot her a glare. Hermione slapped herself mentally as she realized she had said this at the same time Viktor passed their seats when his eyes met hers. What caught her off guard, however, was that he smiled.

"Now that we are all accquainted," Dumbledore continued, pulling the young witch from her trance. " You are probably wondering why he have visitors this , for none other than," he paused for effect. "The Triwizard Tournament!" The hall exploded with noise, confusion, curiosity and excitement in the air.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore roared. Hermione giggled as she spotted a few Slytherins jump. The headmaster walked towards the goblet she had eyed earlier. "The Goblet of Fire," his hand skimmed it delicately. "Any student wishing to enter the tournament, who is at least seventeen, only need write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in before this hour Thursday night. A student from each school will be selected to compete in three very dangerous tasks, the winner being awarded with eternal glory and fame."

After their headmaster finished his lecture, reminding them all that this tournament was dangerous and was not to be taken lightly, they all started heading back to bed. Everyone seemed to be talking about the same thing, but all Hermione could think about was the dark brown eyes that had lingered on her mercilessly.

Can't wait to really get this story started. I hope you guys liked chapter 1! P.S. Reviews make me happy (: