Viktor's POV
Viktor felt dizzy. He had just finished playing a Quidditch game that his team had just won and was now in a tightly packed and suffocating room. Although the muggle air conditioning was at a nice temperature and drinks were served all around, something about the room was bothering him.
The VIPs were with them and were having conversations with members of his team, some were asking for autographs. He had only just gotten out from the showers but could still feel his muscles aching from the intensity of the match. He could feel the eyes of his manager on him and something similar to the look of disapproval was scribbled all over his manager's face. He looked down to figure out why. His tie wasn't neatly done.
He fixed it up quickly whilst thinking to himself about wanting to go back home as soon as possible. Although his team was one of the more successful of Quidditch teams, since the economic fall, money had been tight. The team had barely been able to buy new players or pay proper amount of pay for the players except for Viktor's as he was an important player. His teammates were jealous of this but that was one of the good things about being the best player in the world, your pay was important over others. His coach and team owner were hoping that todays little special meeting would bring a VIPs to invest in a pretty amount of money on their team.
"Krum? Hey, Krum?" Atanas Kirov, one of his team mates said, walking over to him.
"What is the matter?" Viktor asked in Bulgarian.
Atanas was a well known 'player' in his team and was normally seen with at least two girls by his side. To find him on his own was confusing Viktor. Atanas signaled to Viktor's left with his head and whispered something about a pretty famous young woman. Viktor didn't hear the rest of Atanas' sentence as he found himself lost in thought.
Hermione Granger had come to the VIP meeting. It had been a couple of years since he had last seen her after the fall of Voldemort. She was still beautiful as he remembered. Her brown wavy hair flowed down her back like a waterfall and her brown eyes still found a way to melt his heart. He didn't understand why she had come to the convention, she didn't even like Quidditch.
He was about to go talk to her but stopped himself and his longing desire for her as a freckled arm went around her waist. Looking up and carefully, it didn't surprise him to find the red headed boy. He had always known the boy had had feelings for her, and also knew that when he had dated Hermione, she was going to discover her feelings for him sooner or later. He had let her go to make her happy.
When you love someone, with all your heart, it never disappears. And when you love someone and done all you could for them, you set them free. If they had really loved you, they would come back. That was what Viktor hoped for, but looking at Hermione now, he doubted it would ever happen. But for him, as long as his love was happy, he was happy even if it meant that he would get hurt.
A/N First story of 2010! Hope you liked it. Might do a few more chapters
