Dis.: All characters used in the FF below are owned by J.K. Rowling.
Summery: Hermione is attending the Yule Ball with Viktor. Could she possibly be falling for him?
Hermione : Viktor Krum pairing.
I'll show Ron!
Hermione was fighting to keep her temper under control, as she thought of how horridly Ron had treated her, not believing it was possible for her to get a bloody date to the Yule Ball.
My date is Nothing like Ron would have expected.
Thinking that, Hermione looked up at her date, the famous Quidditch player Viktor Krum.
At first, Hermione was annoyed with the so-called star, for always being in the library when she & Harry were re-searching the golden egg, that Harry was to use as a clue to help him with the next challenge.
Actually, Hermione was the one re-searching, Harry was trying to figure out a non-embarrassing way to ask Cho to the ball. But then, one after noon, while Hermione was trying to reach for a book, that was about two shelves too high, she came face to face with Viktor Krum, who never broke eye contact with her, as he grabbed the book Hermione had been attempting to reach with ease. He handed Hermione the book, as she blushed a bright crimson and muttered a "Thank You".
"You are very velcome", Viktor said, with ease, his accent only making him more attractive …
What am I thinking? Hermione asked herself. She mentally slapped herself, for being so dim-witted. Hermione's thoughts were interrupted, when Viktor asked:
"Hermione, I am expected to bring a date to the Yule Ball, & I am thinking you vill go vith me?", Viktor asked her.
Hermione was astonished, then a bit irritated at how haughty Viktor was for expecting her to go with him. Maybe he wants me to tell him about Harry's non-exsistant strategy for the next challenge? A part of her countered, not being used to being treated, as a girl, and not just a boy rough housing with the others. But then, Hermione looked at Viktor, to see him blushing, a very sweet sight. Hermione couldn't say no to him.
Hermione wiped the rude look off her face and replaced it with a reserved smile. She accepted Viktor's invitation and hurried out of the library, before she could make a bigger fool of herself, her book forgotten, in her many thoughts of the Ball.
Hermione grasped Viktor's arm a little too tight, but Viktor looked at Hermione and smiled. Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach and tried to smile as she took a deep breath.
In any other outfit, Hermione would have been very intimidated, but tonight, Hermione was confident. She was wearing a dress robe, a kind of periwinkle-bluish color. Her hair was pinned up into a knot-like bun atop her head and with her newly resized teeth, Hermione held her head high and stood with dignity.
After everyone was inside the Hall, Professor McGonagall instructed the Champions and their partners into the Hall as well.
Hermione was nervous, but was confident again, when she felt Viktor's arm squeeze her's lightly.
After that, the night went by with ease. Hermione enjoyed talking to Viktor and found out how smart he was. She also found out that he was very shy, nothing like the audacious pig-headed mule she originally thought him out to be. She spent part of the night trying to teach Viktor how to pronounce her name, but ended up with him calling her "Herm-own-ninny". It turned out, Viktor was very sweet, he was embarrassed at his bad English, but Hermione insisted that it was good, making him smile shyly.
The night flew by all too quickly. As everyone was bidding their partners "Good Night", Hermione had Viktor walk her to the room outside of where the Ball was held. Viktor took Hermione's hand and placed a kiss on the crevice where her fingers met the up-side of her palm, sending shivers down her whole body. Hermione bid Viktor a good night and walked into the Gryffindor common room with a pleasant bliss filling her entire body.
Then Ron started yelling at her, accusing her of "siding with the enemy". Harry tried to calm Ron down, but it was to no avail. Hermione yelled and tried to stammer explanations, but Ron wouldn't listen.
Hermione ran. She had to get away. Her own friend thought her horrid. She had to get away to think. Hermione went downstairs, outside into the open air. Her hair had fallen out and her robes were tangled. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't care. Hermione walked to a tree and sat down hard at it's roots, thankful for the quiet outside and she shivered slightly at the cold.
"Excuse me, are you crying?", a voice questioned from her side.
Hermione looked up to see Viktor's dark eyes looking directly at her own. She averted her eyes and her only response was a slight whimper.
Viktor knelt beside Hermione, and caressed her cheek. Hermione was a bit young for Viktor, but she was a sweet girl and very mature for her age. Viktor hated seeing her exposed to such surroundings, he hated seeing her so upset. He had the urge to protect her at all costs and wanted to hold her forever.
Viktor timidly kissed Hermione's cheek & Hermione wrapped her arms around Viktor's neck, surrendering to her feelings. She shivered again and Viktor wrapped his dress cloak, lined with furs around her shoulders, carrying her bridal style to a more secluded area. He wiped off the snow starting to form on top of Hermione's head and gently caressed her side. Viktor sat himself down on a bench, placing Hermione gently on his lap.
At first, Hermione blushed furiously, but then she relaxed and ran her hand across Viktor's clean shaven face. Viktor cupped her cheek and kissed her softly, letting her set her own pace. Soon, the inexperienced Hermione had taken control of the kiss heating it with passion. Viktor rubbed Hermione's lower back and thighs, while Hermione started to explore Viktor's well muscled chest. Viktor stopped and gasped for breath, he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, gasping for air, cheeks rosey from the cold and smiled to himself. She was nothing like he had ever seen before, she was special. Viktor didn't want to get carried away, wanting to really get to know Hermione before she made a commitment.
"Hermonee?", Viktor said, trying still to get her name right.
"Yes?".
"I vould like very much to get to meet you more".
"So would I".
The two had walked back inside, hand-in-hand. Hermione promised to see Viktor the next day and thought of him as she walked to the girls dormitory …
Well, my first chapter … How was it …?