Not Meant To Be
A One-Shot
A/N: This was written for Asking Me Where My Love Grows' First Kiss Challenge. I had gotten Hermione/Viktor so here it is.
Disclaimer: The only time I went to Europe was at the age of one. And I'm dark-haired, not blonde, and a teen. Sorry to disappoint you.
Hermione Jean Granger looked into the eyes of the boy in front of her. He was tall and handsome- and more of a man, really. Viktor Krum was looking at her, his black eyes digging deep into her chestnut ones.
She had very surprised when he had asked her out to the Yule Ball. He was, after all, an international Quidditch player and could have anyone he wanted- but he'd chosen her. He'd chosen her. Plain old know-it-all, muggle-born Hermione. The bushy-haired girl couldn't help but smile at the thought.
But her hair wasn't bushy anymore. She'd prepared herself really well for the ball, with pretty dress robes and straight hair. It had been bit of a bother, but she didn't really mind. After all, it was like a chance to show Ronald Weasley that she wasn't a last resort.
Ronald Weasley- he was Hermione's best friend, after all. She doubted he even knew she was a girl, when she dreamed about his red hair and blue eyes every night- Bad Hermione, she scolded herself. You're on a date with one boy and you're thinking about another!
Hermione recovered from her zoning out and stared back into Viktor's eyes. Next thing she knew, the Bulgarian legend was pulling her closer. Oh no, he's going to kiss you, she thought. She'd never been kissed before- of course, for who'd kiss that brainy Gryffindor stick in the mud?
Viktor did what Hermione was expecting him to do. His lips touched hers, and then they were kissing. She tried her best to kiss him back, but it felt all wrong. There were none of those 'warm' feelings she had read about. It was like her body had gone all cold.
No, Hermione thought. It wasn't right. They weren't right. She pulled herself back form Viktor and avoided his glance when she knew he was looking at her. It was her first kiss, their first kiss- but it was all wrong.
"Vat happened, Herm-own-ninny? Why did you-?" Viktor's gruff voice asked. Hermione had never been a great liar, but they didn't call her brainy for nothing.
"I'm feeling very hot, Viktor. I-I am not used to this much heat, really. So aren't you, of course." Viktor seemed happy with this lie, he didn't push the subject further. Well, how could the girl confess that while kissing Viktor Krum, her thoughts were on a certain jealous, blue-eyed redhead Weasley?
Hermione followed Viktor back to the castle. She knew that this date was one of a few flings with a boy, nothing more. She didn't want to be with anyone else, she wanted to be with one Ronald Bilius Weasley. Hermione knew that she Viktor wouldn't last long- after all, they just were not meant to be.