His thick accent still butchered her name, but it sounded closer than any way he had said it before.
"Victor." she said, sitting down at the table and flicking her wand; she never understood why Tom, the barman, always kept the place so dark. When she looked at him she instantly regretted doing so. He was holding several large, red roses. She though helplessly about the single one Ron had sent her that morning.
"Hermione" he repeated, tempting her away from her thoughts. "I still love you."
"Victor. You don't mean that." she said, looking away from him. Her hands, which had been folded on the table, were suddenly covered by his.
"I do. I want to know why you do not give in to me." he said, and Hermione could tell he was leaning over the table, closer to her.
"Victor. Please don't."
"If you do not feel for me, then nothing I do should be bothering you." said Victor smartly. She brought her eyes forward to glance at him, and saw how close he was. Hermione looked around the pub. It had begun to fill for the dinner rush. In he head, she began to panic, wondering if anyone she knew would see them.
"Victor. I'm engage."
His eyes began to take on a look of hatred. "To who?"
"Ron." she said, matter-of-factually. "I love him, and he loves me."
"He may love you-" Hermione noticed that Victor had stood up and moved across the table to her. "-but does he do anything like this?"
He was upon her. His lips pressed against hers, and his hands held her head in place. Hermione felt herself giving into the kiss, pressing her lips hungrily against him. Hermione felt herself hit the wall next to her, for he had pushed her against it. Someone wolf whistled, and she began to fight him off. "Get off!"
"No. Stay on." said a voice.
Hermione felt Victor lift off of him. What happened next was a blur of action. Harry and Ginny were standing there with a look of disbelief, and Victor was being attacked by a tall mass of red. "SECTU-"
"Ron." Harry warned, pulling Ron off of Krum. "Get a hold of yourself."
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked quickly, straightening her shirt.
"Ginny's been given a week break from her coach." said Harry, still holding onto Ron. "Someone at the Ministry said you'd be here."
"But what were you doing here?" Ron yelled. The pub had gone silent. "Cheating on me? Hermione, I loved you. How could you?"
Hermione was shocked at his phrasing. "I loved you." Loved? "Ron, It's not my fault-"
"I know what I saw. You weren't pushing him away at first."
"Ron-"
"No." he said. "I'm leaving. I'll see you when I see you."
Ron turned on his heel and walked out the door. Hermione felt a hand enclose on hers, and she pulled away. Harry and Ginny just stared. "Hermione..."
"I'll see you later guys." she said, and she rushed out of the pub, only to find that Ron had dissapparated. Quietly, there in the empty alley way, she began to sob. Her sobbing got louder as muggles began to pass. She dropped to her knees and kept sobbing. She heard a woman come up to her, and a blanket was thrown upon her as the woman said, "Poor deary. There's a shelter down the road a ways. I suggest you find a bed there tonight, and no more whiskey."
Hermione kept sobbing as the woman walked away.