Ireland was the perfect choice. One, it was a different country, but it was still in Britain, and two, Hugo would still be able to attend Hogwarts. Quite logical, really. Hermione looked across the hotel room bed to the other bed where her son slept. Was she doing the right thing? Should she have taken him away from his father? What should she have done, apart from running away? Finally, she put her head on the hard pillow and stopped thinking about what she could've or should've done.
The next morning Hermione and Hugo sat in the hotel restaurant, eating from the breakfast buffet. A couple of guys smiled at her, until they saw the brown haired boy sitting across from her.
"I like Ireland mummy," Hugo said with a mouthful of toast.
"That's good." She smiled fondly at him.
"Their cooking's better than yours!" Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. Very mature, Hermione, she thought to herself.
Hugo was exhausted after an entire day of touring around Dublin.
"Mummy? Can you sing me a song?" Hugo asked, as he got comfortable on his bed.
"Sure." (AN: Hermione sounds like Celine Dion)
A
new day has...come I was waiting for so long Through the darkness and good times Hush, love I see a
light in the sky Where it was dark now there's light Hush, love I
see a light in the sky
For a
miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and
don't shed a tear
I
knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But
I was waiting for you
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe
I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come
down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my
fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day
has...come
Where
there was pain now there's joy
Where there was weakness, I found
my strength
All in the eyes of a boy
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't
believe
I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain
come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my
fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day
has...come
Viktor Krum listened to the beautiful voice from the other side of the thin hotel wall. It sounded so like Hermione's. Viktor had only heard Hermione sing once, but he was pretty sure that the mysterious voice was hers. When he heard Hermione sing it was the best thing he had ever heard. It happened at Bill and Fleur's wedding. She was singing a song called "My Heart Will Go On". Viktor still remembered her standing at the front in her red dress, looking nervous. "Every night in my dreams."
It was on an impulse that Viktor knocked on the door of 205, the hotel room next to his.
"I just got Hugo to sleep," Hermione grumbled to herself while she emptied her jacket's pockets looking for the key.
"Yes?" Hermione asked when she finally got the door open.
"Hermione?" The tall, tan, familiar looking man asked.
"Viktor? You said my name right!" She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
"I didn't know you weren't decent," Viktor said from somewhere over her head. Then Hermione remembered that she was just wearing a white singlet and long pajama pants.
"Oh, yeah. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow?"
"Yes!" Viktor said a little too eagerly. "And you can bring your son."
"You know about Hugo?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"I read about him in Witch Weekly," Viktor said sheepishly.
