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Amortentia: A Dating App for Wizards & Witches

by somekindofwildgirl

Chapter 4

Blaise never messaged or owled her. Hermione made sure her phone was working, checked her letters daily, but there was nothing. Ginny listened to her replay her date over and over again as they tried to gauge Blaise's interest. Hermione started watching out for him at the Ministry, but their paths never crossed. Finally, Ginny was fed up and told her to "get back out there".

There was no sympathy from the woman that pushed her into dating.

On the seventh day since her date with Blaise, Hermione logged into Amortentia and groaned at the first person that appeared on her feed.

Viktor Krum, aged 26.

Only in London for a day. Professional Quidditch Player. Seeker. Bulgarian.

She immediately tapped the red button and continued flickering through potential matches. Hermione was fond of Viktor. He was the first guy that was interested in her, that made her feel like a girl. They still sent each other the occasional letter, but they had nothing in common anymore.

The rest of the day went by in the blink of an eye. Her schedule was packed with meetings and preparation for presentations next week. It was a relief to lose herself in her work, not having to dwell on Blaise, Oliver, or Viktor. Part of her was tempted to stay, to be distracted for just a little while longer. A vision of her best friend dragging her out of the office was enough to motivation to go home. Grabbing her things, Hermione left the office in a timely manner.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a hoard of people, all on their way home. Of course, she would run into the last person she wanted to see. Hermione was forced to stand next to him at the front of the elevator.

"Any luck with Amortentia?" Malfoy asked, smirking.

"It's none of your business," Hermione rolled her eyes. "If you're so curious about it, maybe you should make an account."

Someone pushed forward and got off the elevator on the second floor. As the doors closed, Hermione thought the man looked familiar. She could not place him. The witch met so many people these days through work that she had trouble keeping track of everyone. A sinking feeling filled her. What if he was on Amortentia? Hermione had swiped through enough guys that she would not remember everyone that appeared on her screen. She felt awful and a little creeped out. How many people recognized her from Amortentia?

Malfoy did not sense her change in mood. "It is my business. Literally," he said. There was a twinkle in his grey eyes that she rather liked. It suited him more than his trademark smirk.

"Of course you do. What don't you own?" she huffed.

The doors opened and Hermione fled the elevator. The fireplaces were in sight, but that did not stop Malfoy from yelling across the atrium. "Don't forget to rate the app, Granger!"

Relief filled her when she got home. Taking off her coat, setting her bag down beside her shoe rack, she started the kettle. A pecking interrupted her after-work ritual. Grabbing owl treats from the cupboard, she padded towards the window and let the owl in. It disappeared after stealing two treats. Unrolling the parchment, she groaned.

Hermione,

I saw you on Amortentia. I have been waiting for the right time to ask you out since you first broke up with Ron.

Are you free this weekend?

Yours,
Viktor