Her flight landed and Hermione followed the man who had taken her bags.

She looked around her and was overwhelmed with the people and sights.

They were speaking a language unknown to her. 'probably Russian, Hermione' She thought to herself as she watched a little girl pull on her mothers coat towards a small gift shop full of stuffed toys. She was whining and her mother was speaking rapidly with a tone of finality.

The Signs around her were mostly foreign and only a few pin ups were added in english.

She stood in the middle of the large room feeling helpless until a pair of large hands grabbed her tightly by the shoulders.

She turned quickly, ready to give the person a smack when she met a pair of unmistakable dark eyes.

"Viktor! You scared me half to death!" Hermione exclaimed looking at him wide eyed. If she had thought of him as handsome before, he had just slipped into completly hot.

Viktor had the same crooked nose and dark eyes, eybrows and hair but his hair was longer and the back was tied lazily in a loose short ponytail. His skin was still pale and he was still thin but hermione thought that he looked better now. He had filled out enough so that he didn't look unhealthy, just slim.

"Wow," She said stupidly looking at him blatently.

"Vhat Hermione?" Viktor asked raising a thick eybrow slightly.
"Oh nothing, wait did you just say my name?" Hermione asked a little pink in the cheeks after being so brazen.

"Yes. I did. Hermione is there something wrong with that?" Viktor questioned looking suddenly nervous.

"No it's great, you said it perfectly Viktor." Hermione squealed before hugging him in a very un-Hermione like way.

She felt Viktor's hands close around her waist and she felt really warm all of a sudden.

Viktor had the same reaction and let go of her quickly.

He cleared his throat and looked away from her eyes. "We should be going back since my mother is expecting us for dinner."

"Allright then just let me take my bags." Hermione bent down and grabbed an overly stuffed black suitcase and trail another behind her on wheels. She went to take the other in one of her already full hand but was stopped when Viktor tapped her hand away.

"Let me carry that Hermione...and that one as well." He replied taking the suitcase from the floor and pulling off the one slung over her shoulder.

Hermione was about to protest and tell him that she could carry her own stuff but wasn't giving the chance when Viktor began to walk briskly toward the entrance.

He led her out into the warm summer air and Hermione closed her eyes to the sun and inhaled.

She heard Viktor clear his throat and upon opening her eyes was greeted with a large black car.

A man was putting her many bags in the trunk of the car ,that had to have been enlarged magically since they all fit with minimal effort, and Viktor was holding the backseat door open.

"Are you coming, or have you changed your mind?" Viktor said with a hint of amusement at her bemused face.

"Yes of course I suppose I just did't think of you as a person who liked cars." She said sighing and walking past him and into the car.

"I am not but we have driver and it is not a normal car." He added getting into the other side and closing the door.

The driver sat behind the wheel and said something to Viktor who responded quickly before Hermione felt the engine come-to-life.

Hermione felt warm with the heat beating on the back of her neck and the stuffy car was no help. She opened the window a crack to get some fresh air into the car and that is when Viktor finally decided to break the ice.

"I used car since I expected you would not want to fly." A small smile tugged at his lips and Hermione smiled.

"No, no I am not a fan of flying dear Viktor and would not have appreciated it at all." She said hearing the slight humour in his voice.

Viktor felt a pull of attraction when he saw her hair blowing away from her face in the wind. The sun had cought her face and illuminated it like an angel. Herpa;e skin seemed to glow faintly and a dusty rose blush tinted her soft cheeks. Viktor looked at her with admiration and vowed that he would use this visit to finally declare his feelings for the girl, no woman now sitting next to him.

Hermione felt his gaze and turned to look at him. When she looked into his eyes her cheeks darkened and she looked out of the window once more.

She always felt feint when he looked at her like that. Hermione couldn't keep his gaze because it made mysterious and frustrating notions and feelings buzz into her head and also made it hard for her to think of anything else.

They chatted comfortably until they reached his house.

Hermione got out of the car to see...

TBC

AN: Sorry guyz I was having exams and my grandpa was sick and all this other stuff happened so I just needed a good week after all the commotion to just settle back down into normal life. I will be updating all my stories faster like I was before everything and Thank you for reading...PLEASE ignore the spelling mistakes this time, I am really tired so I might have missed some...