Disclaimer: I am not the creator of the characters, place names, original storyline, etc of the Harry Potter series. This privilege belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Rating: To be determined, for now, K.

A/N: A couple of things I want to quickly clear up that have been mentioned in reviews, 1) Why isn't Viktor the Quidditch coach instead of COMC professor? Well, Hogwarts doesn't have a physical education course and they wouldn't just hire him as a quidditch coach. And it's handier for me in this story to have him as the COMC professor.

2) someone thought it odd that I put him in Ravenclaw. Well, thinking back to GoF, he did spend a LOT of time in the library and the fact that he was chosen as one of the potentials for the tournament suggests he is quite intelligent and since Hermione is in Gryffindor, he goes to Ravenclaw.

3) Did I write that riddle in Chapter 3 myself? No, I googled different riddles so I DO NOT OWN THAT RIDDLE!

As always, thank you everyone for the reviews and without further ado, more of the story!

It didn't take Hermione long to unpack her belongings and straighten up her apartment and before long she was in the Great Hall awaiting the arrival of the new first years and the yearly tradition of Sorting. As was expected, the old dilapidated hat already sat in front of the professors table on its three legged stool. She smiled at the memory of her first day, hearing the hat shout out Gryffindor! and the resounding cheer that arose from the Gryffindor table.

Distracted by the sudden hushed whisperings of the upper year students, Hermione glanced up to see what the interest was. She let out a small gasp at the sight of Viktor Krum. She hadn't seen him since Bill Weasleys' marriage to Fleur DeLacour almost 10 years ago. He was still as tall and handsome now as he was when they were teenagers, albeit more mature looking. His hair was still cropped short to his head, goatee neatly trimmed and his physique as in shape as ever. It was understandable why the students were awed. Many of the boys and likely a good proportion of the girls were probably familiar with him from his days playing Quidditch and the rest of the girls were probably whispering about his undeniably good looks.

Viktor ignored the whispers and stares as he made his way down the centre isle towards the professors table. He was used to the attention from all the fan interactions over the years and he would have to set the standard here as he was now their professor and not a Quidditch player. He glanced across the faces already seated at the long table and almost stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes met a set equally as dark brown as his own.

It had been a long time since he had seen her but not nearly as long since he had thought about her. His memory of their evening at the Yule Ball was as strong now as it was that very night. She was several years his junior but she didn't see him or treat him like a celebrity like so many others. If she didn't like his behaviour she told him, she didn't let him get his way like so many other girls would and he liked that. Viktor had been quite surprised when she had said yes to his invitation to the Yule Ball. He had thought that she would have already had a date with one of the two boys she was friends with. When she showed up in her ball gown, a dusty rose, close fitting, floor length dress, she took his breath away. She looked beautiful. Many of the boys took notice of her that night, even though she didn't notice their attentions. She was just as pretty today in her teaching robes as she was that night. He hurried his pace slightly to fill in the empty seat next to her but unfortunately, before he was able to speak, the sorting hat came to life.

"A millennium or more, plus an age,

In the days just after I was made,

There were four wizards of power unsurpassed,

Whose names in this house, are never asked.

Brave Gryffindor, from the wild moor.

Fair Ravenclaw from the glen

Dear Hufflepuff from the valley green

Shrewd Slytherin from the fen.

They came together to share a thought,

Pieced together the perfect plan

To educate the wizarding youth

And so Hogwarts began.

Now each of these wizards

Formed their own house, for each

Did desire different virtues to teach.

Gryffindor kept the bravest at heart.

Hufflepuff only the most persistent

For Ravenclaw, intelligence for admission,

Slytherin only those of great ambition.

While alive they did separate

Their preferences from the mass,

Yet how to pick the traits

When they had come to pass.

Brave Gryffindor found the solution,

He lifted me off his head,

The founders put some thought into me,

So I could make the choice instead!

Just drop me down upon your crown

Never wrong, no need to frown.

I'll take a glance inside your mind

And tell you where you belong!"

As the last syllable rang clear, the previous years began to cheer. They knew what was coming, the most important part of yet, who would be in their house, the Gryffindors' didn't want someone who should be a Slytherin or a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw. Gryffindors wanted Gryffindors and the same was said for the other houses. And without further ado, the sorting began.

Finally, after the first years were all seated at their respective houses did the din quiet down and Viktor was finally able to speak with Hermione. He focused hard on pronouncing her name properly. "Hermione?" he whispered, leaning closer to her so she could hear him. He saw a sheepish grin spread across her face, followed by a small girlish giggle. Confused, he didn't wait for a response before asking "what's funny?"

"Nothing, Viktor, it's just, you said my name properly. I know it's silly, but it just made me smile." He could remember being so embarrassed when he would call her "Herm-own-ninny". He had practiced it even after their letters to one another became sparser. Now, after so long, he could say it, and it made her smile.

"I've been practicing my English. I vant to speak it vell. How have you been? It's been long time since we talked." He quickly changed the topic, hoping she wouldn't catch the small fib.

"I've been doing well. I finished at Hogwarts, went to muggle university to appease my parents and then I worked at the Ministry of Magic until the position here opened up and here I am now. What about you?" Before he could answer her, Professor McGonagall asked the under-masters and mistresses to assist the prefects in leading the students to their respective dormitories. "I guess you can tell me about it later then. Maybe tomorrow?" Hermione asked expectantly, getting up to lead the students to Gryffindor Tower.

"Yes, I would like that. Down by the barn after lunch?" he responded, raising his voice over the din of the moving students.

"Okay! I'll be there!" She shouted back, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice as she was being dragged out the door by the crowds.

A/N: So yay! finally a little dialogue and a little longer. More talking to come, I promise. Thanks to everyone who has added this story to their favourites and everyone who has reviewed. You're awesome:) I'm sorry about the sorting had song....I know it's a little butchered but that thing is harder to write than one would think! Oy! But, I tried:)