My Happy Ending
A love story for the young and utterly hopeless
Disclaimer: This story is my own and features the cast of Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and Viktor Krum. J.K. Rowling owns the rights of these characters but the story, once again is my own.
Stars fall upon all of us, no matter how fast we move…they're bound to catch us.
Chapter One
Another day at Hogwarts and another day to learn more spells and potion ingredients that would overwhelm any normal mind. I was beginning to grow tired of Harry and Ron's usual ways of slacking off and expecting me to pick up the slack. Oh, I haven't introduced myself have I? I'm Hermione Granger. I'm a witch, with muggle parentage. I don't think bloodlines really define a person, is more about their character than anything else. And I noticed a lot of these so called,
" purebloods " are the most rotten of people to walk this very Earth. Take into example, Draco Malfoy. What a blow hard honestly, but there is a shining light. My best friend at times, Ron Weasley, his family is all pure bloods but he doesn't hold that over anyone like a trophy. He's actually quite fond of Muggles like his mother and father. But enough on bloodlines and all of that nonsense, I'm here to tell you about my adventures at Hogwarts. Through my eyes only. Neither Harry's nor Ron's. Through my own, so sit back and get something comfortable to wear. You'll be sitting for a while.
August 6th
Dear Diary,
Today was just about the usual, I woke up this morning to find that I ran out of pomade. Not that I use a lot of that rubbish, but I needed something to fashion my hair with. Parvati and Lavender have been more vocal about their plans for a make-over mainly for my hair. " You should show how beautiful you are, Hermione." The dynamic fashion duo coaxed but of course. I wasn't taking their bait. Anyway, at breakfast, me and Ron had another row. This time it was about my questioning of Harry to see how he was doing. Ron can be so protective and that is quite annoying. I got my letter from Viktor and as usual…Ron was jealous. I think I found that the high point of my day, after Viktor's letter of course. He's doing wonderful in London where he's training with his team for their game on Saturday. How I wish I could see him in action again but alas…I have school. The classes today were quite easy and my N.E.W.T. prep classes are going fine. I just hope that I don't make any mistakes when I finally take the test. Harry and Ron aren't worried. I wish I had their resilience about not caring for grades. But, oh well. Write back tomorrow."
Hermione
Closing her book, Hermione got up from her bed and walked to the trunk that rested at the end of her bed. Lifting up the trunk, she slipped her diary inside and magicked it invisible once more. There were a lot of prying eyes in Hogwarts and she really didn't need anyone reciting whatever was in her diary. Tapping her fingers upon the trunk, she looked around the room and stood up again. Ron and Harry were probably already downstairs continuing with their game of Wizard Chess, or maybe they decided to call it a night. Maybe, that was something she should do. Call it a night. Walking back to her bed, she adjusted her dressing gown before pulling back the sheets and climbing in. Resting her head upon her pillow, those brown eyes of Hermione's stared at the ceiling, she and Viktor had been getting quite serious. She had managed to visit him over the summer before she spent time with Ron and Harry and they talked and laughed. He even took her for a ride on his broomstick, but they did not kiss. And that was what vexed her mind more than anything. Did Viktor want to? She certainly wanted to, but something in the back of her mind kept holding her back. Turning on her right side, she closed her eyes and went to bed.
The Next Day, the usual morning ritual was taken care of as she left her dorm room with Parvati, and Lavender and proceeded down the stairs to the Common Room where Ron and Harry were waiting. Those two were getting too big to keep up with, Ron was already tall and muscular and Harry was still as tall and lean as ever, he had changed his glass frame to something a bit more thinner and modern. Ron had did this new style with his hair, letting it grow out. She knew his mother was now trying to convince another son to allow her to trim their hair. A slight smile crossed her lips and she was in front of Harry and Ron. " About time you came." Ron teased with that grin upon his lips as Harry and Parvati stood there with them. Parvati and Harry had begun dating over the summer and two were inseparable. Ginny, was already leaving with Dean Thomas and the two were quite inseparable as well. That only left herself and Ron who were both exchanging glances and looking away. " Yep, had to get ready." She replied as Parvati and Harry were already leaving through the portrait hole, leaving Ron and Hermione alone and rather uncomfortable. "Yeah, I guess we should get going." Ron said as he turned around and walked towards the Portrait Hole.
For some strange reason, Hermione wanted to just grab his arm and turn him around but she would follow behind. Little did she know the same thought was running through Ron's mind. He was deathly jealous that Hermione and Viktor were growing so close, but he didn't want another row like the one at the Yule Ball. He knew that he should have asked Hermione out in the beginning but his foolish search for the prettiest doll to go on his arm, only led him to disappointment and a slightly broken heart. Walking down the hall, Ron looked around at the portraits as he looked at the back of Parvati's head and felt Hermione's robes brush slightly against him as she speeded up past him. Hermione was the greatest girl that he had ever met, but he knew that she only considered him a friend. Why would she waste time thinking of more with him? Shaking his head, to relieve his mind from thoughts of things that were not meant to be, they were in the Great Hall in a few minutes. Taking his seat alongside Harry with Hermione sitting at the opposite side of the table, the usual flock of owls bringing the morning news or packages soon filled the hall with sounds of soft fluttering as Ron tucked into his bacon and eggs. Hermione watched Ron with slight interest while taking a bite out of her sausage. She had recently purchased a darling, Barn Owl. A quaint little wonder, with chocolate feathers with bright and intelligent eyes, naming her the owl Celeste she wasn't surprised to see her come soaring towards her table.
Ron and Harry had wondered, why she had to purchase one when she knew perfectly well that she could borrow Pig and Hedwig. But she knew that Ron wouldn't be too keen on allowing her to borrow Pig so much to send return letters to Viktor or things of that nature and Harry needed Hedwig. She couldn't just have kept the poor Owl busy with her own affairs. Taking the small letter from Celeste's right ankle and treating the Owl to a quick snack before she flew off to rest. Ron was adamantly avoiding her eyes while Harry was speaking to Parvati and eating his meal. She wished that Ron could be happy for her and not make it seem like she was doing something wrong but trying to start something with Victor. Opening the letter, she began to read to herself.
Dear Hermione,
Hello Hermione, it's Viktor once more. I'm having a great time training with the Bulgarians in Ireland and I wish that you were here to cheer me on. The tour is going off without much worry and I know I can expect to see you at the Quidditch World Cup when we make it there. Wish me luck okay? My English is getting better if you can tell by my handiwork at writing this letter. Send me an extra long letter back to make up for my short one.
Love, Viktor
A slight blush sparkled along soft cheeks as Hermione closed the letter and put it inside of her robe. Ron's face looked almost as red's as her own, making him look like some stressed out tomato. " Something wrong Ron?" She questioned as she looked at him. How he wished he could just tell her everything he felt, even if he wasn't sure of what they were. " Nothing Hermione…." He replied. Standing up from the bench, as the entire Hall was moving to attend their first class of the day, shaking his head and bringing slightly calloused hands towards his forward to slide his red locks away from his eyes he couldn't take this. Leaving the Great Hall to head to Herbology with the rest of the Gryffindors, he couldn't bear to see Hermione just happy that someone else sent her some love letter. "So, how have you been?" He questioned her, attempting some civil conversation as Hermione smiled slightly and shrugged her shoulders in that coy fashion that he loved. "I've been you?" She questioned him looking up to see him better. "I've been fine." He replied. The whole walk was filled with random conversations on Quidditch, mainly games that he was recalling to her and her usual talk about some spell that she thought he might be interested in learning. As long as you're teaching me, he would just think to his self after arriving at the classroom and standing next to her. He couldn't just let her slip away but he didn't know how to just say that he cared for her more than just in a friendship way. How did those guys in the movies do it? It seemed impossible to him, but sometimes everything seemed impossible.