~A Distinct Feeling~
A/N: I've always been fascinated by Viktor Krums 'crush' on Hermione, even though I'm a die-hard R/H fan. Besides, Viktor (or 'Vicky' as Ron likes to call him) seems like a very interesting character. I hope I did him justice!
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Viktor's nose hurt. It hurt like ... well, his mother had always told her not to even think words like that. But the game was over.
"Thank God," he muttered to himself.
He knew they didn't have a chance. He knew it from the beginning. It was a miricle that they even made it this far. So what was the harm in catching the snitch even though they were behind a hundred and sixty? A loss by ten points certainly looked better than what it would have been had he held out a little longer. As it was, he was exhausted and bloodstained, and (frankly) a bit irritable. And to top it all off, he was now climbing to the top box!
Granted, they were almost there now. His little internal rant had taken his mind off the climbing.
"Let's have a really loud hand for the galliant losers - Bulgaria!"
Viktor exchanged an annoyed glance with Ivanova as they stepped into the top box. If there was one thing he'd learned well this season, it was that he didn't care much for Bagman's style of announcing.
He blinked as the lights in the top box seared into his already-bruised eyes. He knew that everyone in the entire stadium must be looking at him now. He grimaced, thinking of how terrible he must look right now ... even worse than usual.
By now, he was able to see a little better ... or at least well enough to realize that he was shaking hands with the Minister of Magic, and the Minister from Britain, who looked slightly ticked off at the moment. Viktor wondered amusedly why that might be.
They passed by a row of spectators in the top box, most of whom had unmistakeably red hair, except for a boy with black hair and bright green eyes and a girl with long brown hair who looked up at him with an expression of genuine concern.
The girl caught his attention for a moment. She looked young, she couldn't be any older than fourteen ... maybe fifteen, but she seemed very intelligent and mature for her age, like someone he would like to get to know. She must have noticed that he was looking at her, because she smiled at him encouragingly.
Viktor quickly walked away to catch up with his teammates, trying to hide the blush that was coming to his cheeks. It wasn't like him to try to pick up a girl at a game. Some of his teammates made a regular practice of it (Levski had quite a reputation), but the idea had always revolted Viktor.
But somehow he couldn't get her out of his head. He imagined what she must be like ... smart, sophisticated ... she must already have a boyfriend. The dark-haired boy sitting beside her seemed to be a good candidate. He grimaced at the idea.
Then he laughed at himself. He was getting jealous over a girl he didn't even know? It was ridiculous! Especially since she appeared to be so much younger than he was. This was something even Levski wouldn't dare think about.
Bored with walking down the stairs, he mounted his broomstick and (wondering why he hadn't thought of the idea before) flew down the rest of the way, feeling his earthbound clumsiness float away and his thoughts return to that girl.
Why did she have such control over his thoughts? Why did he continue to dwell on her adorably messy hair ... her deep brown eyes ... her warm smile? She should be just another face in the crowd, but she stood out in his mind.
He tried his best to forget her, which wouldn't be so hard if he didn't have the distinct feeling that he'd see her again someday ...
A/N: I've always been fascinated by Viktor Krums 'crush' on Hermione, even though I'm a die-hard R/H fan. Besides, Viktor (or 'Vicky' as Ron likes to call him) seems like a very interesting character. I hope I did him justice!
~~*~*~~
Viktor's nose hurt. It hurt like ... well, his mother had always told her not to even think words like that. But the game was over.
"Thank God," he muttered to himself.
He knew they didn't have a chance. He knew it from the beginning. It was a miricle that they even made it this far. So what was the harm in catching the snitch even though they were behind a hundred and sixty? A loss by ten points certainly looked better than what it would have been had he held out a little longer. As it was, he was exhausted and bloodstained, and (frankly) a bit irritable. And to top it all off, he was now climbing to the top box!
Granted, they were almost there now. His little internal rant had taken his mind off the climbing.
"Let's have a really loud hand for the galliant losers - Bulgaria!"
Viktor exchanged an annoyed glance with Ivanova as they stepped into the top box. If there was one thing he'd learned well this season, it was that he didn't care much for Bagman's style of announcing.
He blinked as the lights in the top box seared into his already-bruised eyes. He knew that everyone in the entire stadium must be looking at him now. He grimaced, thinking of how terrible he must look right now ... even worse than usual.
By now, he was able to see a little better ... or at least well enough to realize that he was shaking hands with the Minister of Magic, and the Minister from Britain, who looked slightly ticked off at the moment. Viktor wondered amusedly why that might be.
They passed by a row of spectators in the top box, most of whom had unmistakeably red hair, except for a boy with black hair and bright green eyes and a girl with long brown hair who looked up at him with an expression of genuine concern.
The girl caught his attention for a moment. She looked young, she couldn't be any older than fourteen ... maybe fifteen, but she seemed very intelligent and mature for her age, like someone he would like to get to know. She must have noticed that he was looking at her, because she smiled at him encouragingly.
Viktor quickly walked away to catch up with his teammates, trying to hide the blush that was coming to his cheeks. It wasn't like him to try to pick up a girl at a game. Some of his teammates made a regular practice of it (Levski had quite a reputation), but the idea had always revolted Viktor.
But somehow he couldn't get her out of his head. He imagined what she must be like ... smart, sophisticated ... she must already have a boyfriend. The dark-haired boy sitting beside her seemed to be a good candidate. He grimaced at the idea.
Then he laughed at himself. He was getting jealous over a girl he didn't even know? It was ridiculous! Especially since she appeared to be so much younger than he was. This was something even Levski wouldn't dare think about.
Bored with walking down the stairs, he mounted his broomstick and (wondering why he hadn't thought of the idea before) flew down the rest of the way, feeling his earthbound clumsiness float away and his thoughts return to that girl.
Why did she have such control over his thoughts? Why did he continue to dwell on her adorably messy hair ... her deep brown eyes ... her warm smile? She should be just another face in the crowd, but she stood out in his mind.
He tried his best to forget her, which wouldn't be so hard if he didn't have the distinct feeling that he'd see her again someday ...