It was late one sunday evening, Hermione was sitting on her window seat, curled up reading the last line of the 13 page letter her friend had sent her. Sighing she leaned against the wall and looked out the window

I'm pathetic. He has all but made it obvious that he views me as just a friend, I wish he would open his eyes and see the not so subtle hints that I give him. Or he could just tell me he doesn't see me that way, at least then I could potentially move on. Sometimes I swear he's more dense than someone else I know...

She was pulled out of her thoughts when on the street below she saw someone who looked familiar, but no, It couldn't be Viktor. He was hundreds of miles away in Bulgaria practicing for the next world cup. Glancing at the time she saw that she should have been downstairs 5 minutes ago helping her mom get dinner today. Quickly she sat up and ran downstairs, she had just reached the bottom of the stairs when there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it", she called to her parents. She peeked through the peep hole and through the door open in surprise.

"Hello, Hermione, I have come in the hopes of talking with you", Viktor said in his charming accent. Oh how she loved the way he sounded.

She stared at him, not sure in the slightest of what to say, realizing she must look like an idiot she invited him in. He examined the pictures in the hallway as he walked over the threshold. "They do not move, Is that normal for muggle photos?" He asked curiously

Feeling a faint blush steal over her face she nodded, hoping he did not look at her, it was one thing to write her feelings, it was another matter entirely to show them to a guy she has liked since she saw him almost 3 years ago, right before the start of her 4th year at Hogwarts.
How she missed Hogwarts. She would not be going back this year however, as she, Ron, and Harry were to start their journey to destroy the Horcruxes.

"W-would you like to stay for dinner?" She was blushing furiously now as she mentally chided herself. Acting like a school girl, honestly. You would think I was a 12 year old chit

He turned and looked at her, almost as if he was studying her. Seeing her for the first time almost. "Wouldn't your parents mind you inviting a boy to eat with you?" His voice sounded hopeful almost, of what she didn't know.

"Honestly, I don't think so, They know quite a bit about you. I talk about you all the-" She quickly shut her mouth, how much had she given away? Did he even get that I like him? Oh gosh. He doesn't know, well here goes nothing I guess...Taking a breath she looked him right in the eye and opened her mouth to start her confession "Viktor, I like-"

"Stop, please. I don't think I could bare to hear it. I came here to ask if I could take his place," She looked confused so he went on, "I know you like Ron but-"

She had burst out laughing "Ron? You think I like Ron?!"

"You don't?" His face looked relieved

"No. I like you. I've liked you since I first saw you 3 years ago at the world cup. Why would you think I like Ron?"

His mind had stopped working after hearing that she liked him. The girl he had like since he saw her reading her books instead of trying to gain his attention when he first spotted her on a patch of grass under neath a tree in the courtyard of Hogwarts. He had noticed that golden copper halo circling her head before he saw her face. It had stolen and sent his heart into a down whirl spiral, squeezing the breath of him in the most perfect way until he had gotten a chance to speak to her. And how he had done his best to get his fan club to give him just 2 minutes with her. It had taken Almost a month before he finally had his chance. He could remember it well.

-Flashback:-

After an agonizing 30 days after setting his first sight on his perfect Angel, he finally was getting the chance to speak with her. Even her name fits her. I heard that red-head talking to Hermione earlier. My Hermione.
He opened the door to the library and found her down the 3rd aisle he looked in. "Hello, I have been hoping to get a chance to speak with you, My name is Viktor."

"Hermione." She said coldly, not looking up from her book.
He frowned, "I don't understand, did I do something to wrong you?"

Hermione whirled around, pinning him where he stood with her glare. "You strut around with your stupid fan girls following you every where you go. Your headmaster treats you like royalty. You think that Just because you're famous it gives you a right to act like some big shot. It's sickening."

"I have never asked for those things, In fact I don't want it. I want to be treated just like every student at the School, not be favored because I'm OK at Quidditch. I want to do my homework just like everyone else, not get excused because I have a cough. I'm hardly famous, I'm a 17 year old student. Not a rock star" Viktor replied calmly. He said the same things to hundreds of people, he just hoped she would be different. He didn't want her treating him like he could get away with anything. He LIKED that she yelled at him

"Oh. Well I apologize for my outburst then, It wasn't very fair of me to just assume you liked the attention. You can join me in studying if you want." Her face was red in embarrassment as she gestured to her table.

- End Ffashback:-
 "It doesn't matter, not anymore" growling softly he pulled her into a kiss, not wanting to waste anymore thought on that blasted lying red-head.
Hermione kissed him back, when she was out of breath she pulled away and smiled at him.
"We really should eat dinner. Tonight is the last time I'll be eating with my parents." Seeing him frown in confusion she explained, "Harry, Ron, and I are going in search of a way to defeat HIM. I would like it if you came with, but I can't give you any information, and Harry would have to give the okay."

Smiling he pulled an owl out of his back pocket "Harry Invited me to join you 3, he said it would be helpful to have someone along with more knowledge of the dark arts. He actually sent me here to collect you and bring you to his aunt and uncle's before they left"

Nodding at the owl the two ate dinner with Hermione's parents before they all retired to the lounge at which point Hermione offered to show Viktor the way out. Turning back towards her parents she lifted her wand and with tears streaming down her face she whispered, "Obliviate" whiping any memory of her from their mind. Turning into Viktor, who gathered a broken Hermione into his arms and carried her out and down the street, turning into an unoccupied ally to apparate them to their destination.