Viktor made his way to the library. Again. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the one bushy haired, brown eyed woman. Perhaps he should have refered to her as a girl rather than a woman, but he could tell how mature she was, even if he didn't really know her. Whispers floated around the school about her, some kind, some envious, but still referring to the same witch. Hermione. A strange sounding name and yet exotic to him. He would try to say it when he knew he was alone, curious as to how it would feel on his lips, and butchered it every time. He knew it, and it was going to drive him crazy.

His footsteps echoed softly as he entered the library and his eyes swept the room automatically, taking in the room with an efficiency of one used to being in action. Quidditch had its uses even off the field. His eyes zeroed in on the target, intense, even while his shoulders loosened.

Hermione. Just as he had come to expect her, had made herself at home in the library, tucked away in a corner and barely visible. Surrounded by her books and burying her nose in one she looked as though she could be something magical creatures. A nymph. A book nymph. Her wildly curly hair was tied back into a messy bun with a few stray hairs falling around her face and framing it. Tempting little wisps that he wondered were soft or strong.

He gave a thick swallow, as he fought the urge to go brush her hair out of her eyes. To stare into her eyes that swirled like chocolate. To him, she was a vision. It really wasn't fair that one woman could hold so much sway over a man without even saying a word to him. What would she feel like in his arms? Would she be pliant against him? Would she smile at the sweet nothings he would whisper in her ear? Well, it was hard to say. But to even attempt to do that he would have to talk to her first.

He could have groaned at how ridiculous he sounded. Wanting to hold girl he hadn't even talked to and sweep her away. Yes, he was falling for the bookworm, and he knew it. He had always been one to fall fast and hard.

Plucking up his courage he made his way to her, "Vould you allow me to sit vith you?"

Hermiones head snapped up as she heard a strangely accented voice address her. Pleasantly deep. Masculine. Her eyes locked with those of Viktor Krum and she had to pause a moment to remember he asked her a question. What had he said? Oh, right.

"Yes, please take a seat."

He nodded his thanks and sat beside her. An awkward type of silence took over as Hermione fidgeted with the pages of her book. He probably thought she was rude for not noticing him sooner, but she couldn't help. When she opened a book she was lost to words inside of it, making her surroundings slip away and leaving her to drift in a sea of words. He probably needed help with something if he was desperate enough to come to her.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners?" Hermione said with a small smile, "My name's Hermione Granger. Is there anything you need?" Hermione stuck her hand out, for all intended purposes to shake his in greeting, but instead, ending up gawking as he took hold of her hand to bring it to his lips for a chaste kiss. Wasn't chivalry supposed to be dead?

"Vit does not seem you haff lost your manners. I am just not talkative." His eyes looked upon her intently, a tangible weight that was inspired a butterfly to finally free itself of the cocoon in her stomach. "I am Viktor Krum, and I already know who you are."

Hermione felt her ears burn in pleasure. Viktor Krum knew who she was. "And how exactly would you know that?"

"Vany students vhisper vout the vrightest vitch of her age. Who happens to be you, Herm-own-ninny." He cringed, but it went unnoticed by the giggle he heard behind a nearby bookstack. Hermione shot a glare in that direction before turning her attention back to Viktor.

"Oh." He brow puckered in displeasure. This was Viktor Krum after all. Wherever he went his fans couldn't be too far behind. "Do you think it would be if all right if we move? I find your gaggle of girls that dote upon you an annoyance."

"Gaggle?" he questioned the unfamiliar word.

Hermione waved a hand, trying to pull the definition from the air and giving a nod when she found it. "A group of something. In this case fan girls."

"Yes, the gaggle," he said trying out the new word, the word slowly formed on his tongue, "Vis annoying. Moving vould ve nice."

Hermione noticed he still had hold of her hand and cursed how her ears seemed to start burning again. She couldn't stand it when she blushed. He didn't seem to mind though, keeping a firm grip on her hand as he helped her up. She gave him a shy smile, and then led the way to the muggle section. It was empty, the smile turned into a pleased smirk, just as she knew it would be.

"Not many people come into the muggle section so I don't think anyone will look for us back here."

Viktor had to admit to himself he loved the way she said "Us" and then looked around and smiled. Definitely private. He glanced down at her pleased features and gave his own smile. He had her all to his self back here.

"Yes, vis place vis very peaceful," he replied warmly. It felt strange smiling, but around her it came so naturally that he didn't even have a second thought about it.

"You never did answer my question Mr. Krum," Hermione said with a playful smile, hands landing on her hips.

Viktor took on a smile to match her. "And vat vould that ve Miss. Herm-own-ninny?" he winced at the way mispronounced her name, but relaxed at her gentle giggle.

"I know, my name is a handful, but my question was if you need my assistance on anything?"

"Vell," Viktor thought on moment, eyes skirting away from hers and trailing over all of the books. "I vas curious avout you."

Hermiones eyes widened in surprise. Maybe he got the wrong witch, just to clarify she pointed at herself as she asked, "Me?"

"Yes. You are not like other girls. You do not follow me and vatch my every move. You-you," He paused a moment as he tried to remember a word to describe what he felt in English.

"Interest?" Hermione supplied, a hesitance in her voice that was complimented by the hopeful glow in her eyes.

"Yes, you interest me greatly Herm-own-ninny." once again he could not hold back a cringe as he butchered her name. It seemed he needed more practice.

Hermione placed a hand on Viktor's shoulder and reassured him, "Don't worry about my name. In truth, I like the way you pronounce it." She added a smile to convince him. Really, it was kind of cute, especially seeing how hard he tried.

He grinned a bit bashfully but continued, "Yes vut my English vis not the vest."

Hermione beamed. A perfect opportunity. "Then let me help you."

"You vould help me?" Viktor asked, blinking in surprise. He was Viktor Krum? Few people even thought he needed help let alone offered any for him. It was...nice.
"Of course!"

The two shared another smile, as their friendship began.