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Written for;
The Matchmaker Challenge - HermioneViktor
Variety Drabble Challenge - HermioneViktor
Sims 3 Progression Challenge - Trait: Bookworm.
AN - I apologise in advance for my butchering of Viktor's accent. I really wasn't confident with it.
Universal Language
It seemed strange to Hermione that of all the girls he could have chosen to ask to the Yule Ball, he chose her. She was, of course, suspicious of his intentions and her first inclination was to tell him no.
He was persistent though.
She tried to explain to him, as well as she could given the language barrier between them, that she wasn't the girl he wanted. She was socially awkward, a bookworm, not especially outgoing.
Yet, still Viktor insisted that she was the one he wished to take. In the end, it was easy to give in. It was flattering, and he was interesting. Despite her earlier misgivings, he didn't constantly talk about Quidditch and not once did he ask her about Harry.
Walking into the Great Hall on Viktor's arm, feeling more confident about her appearance than she ever had before, had been truly magical. Viktor made her feel like a princess. The way he spun her around the dance floor, looking at her as though she was the only person in the room, she felt truly happy.
It had been the best night of her life. Until Ron ruined it.
The following day, Viktor found her in her usual spot in the library. She'd been standing, ready to put a book back on it's shelf,when he took her hand and pulled her away from the table and closer to him.
"I heard vat happened vith your friend," he murmured quietly, his tone husky.
She sighed. "I apologise for not saying goodnight."
"I vas not blaming, you. I only vish I could have kissed you good night."
She could feel her cheeks heat up and knew she was probably blushing horribly.
"May I kiss you now?"
She nodded uncertainly. Slowly, he lowered his head, pressing his lips against her's in a sweet and innocent kiss. When he pulled away, she smiled at him.
"I must go and study the egg. I vill see you here, tomorrow, yes?"
"Yes."
As she watched him walk away, she raised her hand to her lips. Apparently, kissing was a universal language unto itself. Looking back down at her books, she suddenly couldn't wait for the next day to arrive.