A/N:Okay I just need to clarify that the italicized paragraphs are flashbacks/memories. The italicized things they say are thoughts. :)P.S.-Thanks for the reviews! I love the feedback!

Hermione blinked the sun out of her eyes as she walked out of the shop and into the street towards the hotel. She couldn't understand what had made her do it.

"I'm never one to talk to strangers...what on earth drew me to him just now?" she thought casting it off as the doings of her subconscious and instead pondering what on earth he had been trying to say to her.

"God, I can't believe how much I've missed him..." was all she could muster in place of her scrambled thoughts. Since Viktor had walked out of her shop just an hour ago, all Hermione could do was think of what had occurred. The look on his face, the things he said, the way he had determinedly not looked back as he walked out of the shop...

"It's not fair that it has to end this way Viktor..." Hermione began tearfully, Viktor cut her off mid-sentence, "It is the only way we will ever be happy in the end... We are very similar in this way Hermione... We can't stand to be happy while others suffer."

"I don't care Viktor I promise I-"

"No. You are needed here. We will see each other again. Soon I hope."

"I lo-" he shut her up with strong hands on her upper arms and his mouth on hers.

"I'll talk to you soon." he said, and shaking a little he walked towards the doors of Hogwarts where Voldemort had been defeated by Harry Potter at last, a week ago. Harry, Ron and Hermione had made their last adventure as Hogwarts students legend, defeating the world's darkest wizard and living to tell the tale...where Viktor came into the story was interesting as well, at least to him it had been. He and Hermione had only been corresponding as friends, when he received a letter asking him to come and take part in the defeat of the Death Eaters, the fact that it was addressed to him from The Order of the Phoenix did not surprise him seeing as how after Dumbledore's death they were contacting anyone they knew to help fight Voldemort and his army. The Hogwarts grounds were uncharacteristically bare of any sign of life as he made his way towards the gates back home. Hermione's words echoing in his ears.

Hermione walked into the cold hotel lobby and headed straight for the elevator. The sooner she was up in her room, the sooner she could be alone with her thoughts. A sudden commotion broke her reverie and she glanced over her shoulder at a crowd of people that had formed to surround a group of men wearing...Quidditch robes...Bulgarian Quidditch robes...with a groan she turned back to face the elevator to press the button (as though it could bring the elevator quicker) and found that it had opened once again only to admit a man standing alone inside, a man in Bulgarian Quidditch robes as well.

"Viktor! I need to talk to you." she said firmly, picking up where she'd left off in the book shop.

"I will be late Hermione," he began and thinking he must have had a momentary lapse of sanity he added, "meet me in this lobby at 9 o' clock."

She gave a small nod and stepped out of his way as he joined his team. Entering the elevator she pressed the number for her floor and was magically in front of her room. She touched the spelled lock on her door and walked in shutting it quietly behind her. Life really was ironic wasn't it? The two weeks that her small apartment was being remodeled happened to intertwine with the same time the Bulgarian team must be practicing for the Quidditch World Cup. Viktor just happened to walk into the small book shop she owned and ran in London and they just happened to bump into each other in the lobby of the hotel that they both just happened to be staying at. She allowed herself to fall onto her bed dramatically.

"What the hell am I going to wear?" she asked aloud.