Chapter 1, The start of a new engagement

Viktor's POV

Viktor was basking in the golden glow of sunshine in the library, waiting for her. He was earlier than usual, wanting to be away from his admiring fan-girls. Bleugh, they made him feel sick. He didn't care about the popularity quidditch gave him. He played because he was good at it for Merlin's sake! They just didn't get that he really didn't like any of them romantically like they wanted. He wanted her. She wasn't like any other witch, she was different. She didn't trail after him all the time; rather she seemed to avoid him at all costs. This was why he was sitting here in the Library waiting for her to arrive. And not a moment later there she was with a backpack over flowing with books yet again. Viktor felt like a stalker the amount of times he had purposely camped out waiting for her to arrive. But he gained satisfaction every time he saw her. She was just so darn beautiful. Wishing for an excuse to talk to her, Viktor pulled out his wand quietly murmured diffindo pointing towards her backpack and with a loud crash, the books raced out onto the floor. Hearing her curse as she scrambled to pick them up brought a grin to his face and Viktor silently came over and helped her pick them all up in a pile to stack on Madam Pince's desk.

Hermione's POV

When Hermione realised who her helper was she smothered a sigh. Viktor, again. He just seemed to be everywhere she went. Out by the Black lake when she was reading, browsing the library shelves when she was seeking peace away from Harry and Ron, standing up for her when Malfoy was being a prat. Honestly, it was almost like he was following her.

"Thank-you." She mumbled to him. It was awkward to say the least. Not to mention the way he was looking at her was make her heart become fluttery. Ron never looked at her like that. Stop it Hermione. You'll just make yourself miserable. She scolded herself silently.

"You're velcome. I'm Viktor. Viktor Krum, and you are?" Viktor asked.

"Well as if I didn't know who you are. I mean, you're Viktor Krum, quidditch extraordinaire, Durmstrang's golden boy. Anyone would recognise you." Hermione sneered, she wasn't dumb after all. Viktor smiled and she instantly regretted her demeanour. He really was good on the eyes. And smiling just intensified the thought.

"I'm Hermione Granger."

Viktor's POV

Viktor ginned at her sharpness. She held herself aloof from the fact that he was famous. In fact she seemed to despise it as much as he did. It was refreshing for a change.
"I'm Hermione Granger." She said. Well, it was finally good to put a name to the mysteriously beautiful girl he thought.

"Hermynee." He tried out her name. She giggled a bit and he faltered. Maybe she wasn't as different as he thought. All the fan girls giggled.

"Close, Herm-ion-e." She spelled out for him. Oh, he realised. He didn't say her name properly. That's why she giggled. He tried again,

"Hermyownee." It really was a bit of a mouthful. But he thought he got it alright. She giggled again with a cute little smirk on her face. Viktor was enraptured with her lips, the perfect shape. So tempting, a perfectly luscious berry colour. He was so caught up, he didn't realise that she had asked if he wanted to sit with her.

"Would you like to sit with me?" Hermione repeated.

"Vhat? Oh yes. I vill sit vith you." Viktor stumbled over the words hurriedly as she walked over to where he was sitting not moments before. Viktor couldn't help but notice how her hips swayed with each step she took and how the sun rays shone in her hair as she sat in the sunlight. She was caught in a golden halo of light and he stopped awestruck at the sight of her.

"An angel." He swore under his breath. Hermione glanced up at him and smiled as if she had heard.

Hermione's POV

"An angel." He muttered. Hermione looked up at him and smiled. An angel he thought? Really, he did seem to have some sort of infatuation with her. She blushed and dug out a quill and parchment from the ruins of her bag. She really did need to finish this essay for professor Snape on the qualities of wolfsbane. Hermione was distracted by the drag of a chair opposite her. Sneaking a look towards the man sitting before her she noticed that he was already staring at her and she hurriedly looked back at her essay plan.

"Hermyownee, vould you go to the Yule Ball vith me?" Viktor asked.

Hermione shot up straight in the couch she was curled up in, spilling ink all over the floor.

Hastily she cleaned up the spill, and fought a rising blush that was madly trying to claw its way across her face. Stuttering to come up with a legitimate answer, Viktor's face fell and he got up to leave. Really Hermione, whats the matter with you, any girl would be jumping at the chance to go with him! He's good looking, intelligent, forward. What else could you want? Oh right, a certain red head who has never noticed you more than a friend. Hermione thought sarcastically. It's not like I'll have a date anyway. She sighed.

"Yes." She said just as he was about to leave. He spun around and a grin lit up his face making Hermione's heart beat enthusiastically.

Viktor's POV

Yes, she said YES! Viktor mentally hi fived himself and allowed a grin to claim his features. He spun around and walked back over to her.

"I vill meet you at the great hall at 7." He informed her and marched out of the library to return to the Durmstrang ship.

Hermione's POV

Hermione watched him leave the library, her heart thudding painfully in her chest. If she didn't know any better she would say she was beginning to crush on the brawny quidditch player.