Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. As if! Like, I wish I did! I don't own
Harry Potter, or anything. Seriously, I live in a cardboard box with my
computer. Anyway, blah, blah, blah, J.K. Rowling, blah, blah, blah. U get
the idea.
Can I say thanks to the few people who reviewed my story? One thing tho, everyone, ur too positive. Be mean and negative. Grill me about the bad stuff and pretend u didn't notice the good stuff. Ok? Thanx.
headphone therapy: thanx. I agree. Sometimes ppl make them to girly. Their gay, but their not girls.
berry-berry: oh, no! This is definitely not a one-shot! I got plans for this story. BIG plans!
NayNymic: u think things r bad for Draco now. U just wait. It gets worse. Lots worse.
Layce74(): Thanx. But what was not so great about it. I need to know what sucked and what doesn't fit. I'm strong. Telling me the truth won't hurt me.
***
Three days later, it was the day Krum was due to arrive. Ron was sulky and moody. Harry tried to talk to him a few times, but received only harsh snaps of anger in return for his kindness. Harry's mood was affected by Ron, as any best friends mood would be. When it's so obvious what they should do, but you know they won't ever get around to doing it, it makes you said. Hermione was bouncing of the walls with joy, which was, needless to say, odd behaviour for her.
She was so happy in fact, that she didn't write a single note during any class the whole day, not one. She wrote, of course, but not notes. She just kept writing words such as 'Krum', 'Hermione Krum', 'Viktor', 'Love', etc, as well as drawing little hearts everywhere. Ron was extremely annoyed, as these notes were not really worth copying, and Hermione was smug that for the first time, Ron actually wrote notes that she would later copy.
Naturally, Dumbledore had agreed immediately to Krum visiting. This was quite against Ron's unfounded hopes that Dumbledore would deny Hermione this little visit and Hermione would be so upset that she would fall into Ron's arms and cry. Since Ron did not get his wish, Hermione had immediately sent Yappeil back to Bulgaria, telling Krum the wonderful news.
The whole day before Krum arrived, Hermione wore a glowing smile that everyone, even Pansy Parkinson, noticed. Some people stared at her, some whispered about what might have happened and others just came straight up and said 'How much money did you win?' But Hermione was determined to make the day go quickly. Krum was arriving at 5:00, and made a point of not looking at clocks or watches the whole day through.
"This way," she reasoned, "when 5:00 does come, it will seem to have come sooner because I don't check my watch. Otherwise I would be checking my watch every 5 seconds which would make the day seem forever." Harry, though he didn't really see the logic in this, had nodded. With Hermione in such a rare joyous mood, why say anything that might spoil it?
However, by 4:00 she had broken the rules and was watching her watch, just sitting at her study desk staring at it. At 4:45, she decided it was time to go down to the grounds to greet Krum. Much against their wishes, she dragged Harry and Ron with her. They lagged behind as she stomped with anticipation down through the castle.
They stood on the front steps of Hogwarts, eyes to the sky were Hermione was sure Krum would appear from. Ron and Harry pointed out a few black spots against the blue, and Hermione got very angry when she found they were just birds. But eventually, at 5:30, a black speck appeared and Hermione did a dance of joy that found Ron stepping away in fear.
The speck grew larger and Krum soared over the grounds, every second Hermione growing more and more excited. He landed softly and Krum stepped off his broom, only to be pulled into a vicious tongue wrestle with Hermione. Apparently, they were closer than Harry or Ron (who was watching with a disgusted look on his face) knew. Still, Krum seemed to be, though thoroughly participating, relieved when the kiss was over.
"Oh, Viktor! I missed you so much. Did you miss me?"
"Of course," he said huskily, tho not entirely convincingly. Not that Hermione noticed.
"Shall we go to the see Professor McGonagall about sleeping arrangements?" Hermione asked.
"Herm-own-ninny, you must excuse me, but before I can do such a thing as this, I am obligated to bring a message to the potions master of Hogvarts. Durmstrang has recently suffered the lose of our potions teacher and ve are looking to employ a new vizard in his place. Professor Snape, ve hope, vill know one who might fill the position. By all means go to see your Professor, I am sure Harry vouldn't mind showing me the vay to the Potions classrooms."
Harry felt Krum's eyes pass along his own body and he felt uncomfortably exposed. Hermione was beaming at Krum, disguising a slightly dejected look behind the masquerade. Krum graciously smiled at Hermione, buttering her up obviously. She melted as he had planned, simpering weakly. Krum winked and Hermione blushed, while Harry watched the pure disgust on Ron's face. Not taking her eyes off Krum, Hermione spoke to Ron.
"Well, Ron, we may as well go talk to McGonagall ourselves. Ron, take Viktor's broom and his bag." Ron grumbled quietly as he snatched the stuff of Krum, who smirked. Hermione sighed, enraptured. "We'll meet you in the Gryffindor common room in half an hour, alright?"
"Make it an hour, Herm-own-ninny," Krum said commandingly. Hermione simply nodded, still simpering. Harry turned around towards the dungeons, with Krum following closely. Hermione and Ron began bickering immediately as they headed up to McGonagall's office. Disconcerted, Harry noticed that Krum was walking quite close behind him. He saw, in the reflection of a window, that Krum was checking out Harry's arse.
"I haff heard from Hermione that you haff only had one relationship. Why, forgive me if I am too forward, does someone vith such a fine backside not haff a girlfriend- or boyfriend?" Krum asked composedly as they walked. Harry turned to face him and watched, in distaste, one eye slide shut in a would-be evocative wink, had Harry been at all interested.
"You are too forward, and I think it's none of your business," Harry said heatedly, angry with Krum for what he was doing. Flirting with him, when he wasn't at all interested and he knew that Krum was seeing his best friend.
"Harry. Do you know vhat I am thinking of right now?" Krum said softly, stepping closer to Harry, who matched this by stepping back.
"No. I dare say you're going to tell me," Harry muttered coldly.
"A certain Hogvarts boy, vith a scar on his forehead and the cutest arse in the vorld. And I mean that. Minus his clothes. And a bed of silk. Vith rose petals sprinkled over it, of course. Vhat do you think of that?"
"I think you're feral, you-." But Krum launched himself at Harry, casting him into the wall, pinning him to it, stuck and unable to get out. Krum's mouth caressed Harry's, and his tongue slipped in. Harry felt disgusted. He wanted to be sick. Krum pulled his mouth off Harry's and it drifted down his neck, tickling unpleasantly.
"Krum, get off me!" Harry said warningly, his hand slipping to his wand, which was in his pocket. Krum's hand caught Harry's and tightened around it. Harry groaned in pain as Krum's grip became cruel. "I'm warning you, I'll scream. I'm not afraid to scream." Krum brought himself away from Harry, keeping his hand in his grip until it was much too prolonged.
"Calm down Harry, it is simply a bit of fun!" Krum retorted nonchalantly.
"And what's Hermione?" Harry demanded. "Is she just a bit of fun too?"
"She vos fun, until she thought ve vere serious. All I vanted vos a fuck," Krum said. Harry was disgusted. He barely held himself back from punching Krum, let alone raising his wand. "She said that you loved her, and she loves you. She wants to be with you forever!"
"She is a dramatic, show off teen vith a cute butt. Not as cute as yours, but I get vhat I can. She's just for my pleasure. I don't care about her."
"Obviously not. Are you going to break up with her?"
"Not likely. She's all over me, so I'll use it to my advantage."
"You disgust me."
"Vish I could say the same thing about you," Krum said, slipping his arm around Harry waist. He leant in and whispered a threat in Harry's ear. "If you tell her, I swear I vill cut you till you bleed to death. Then I vill haff my fun vith you." Harry shuddered. The crazed smile on Krum's face and the ice in his voice told Harry this was no joke. Krum would kill him.
"Ok. I'll stay quiet."
"Svear?" Krum's arm went from Harry's waist as the cruel 19 year old stepped back to watch the younger boys' reaction.
"I swear," Harry gulped.
"Good boy. Now, vhich room?" Krum purred. Harry led him in silence to Snape's office. Krum knocked and Harry backed away, ready to run if he got the chance. Krum saw him and smirked harshly at him. Snape's face, in a twisted smile, was peering thru the door.
"Mr. Krum! How good to see you back at Hogwarts," Snape said politely, purring like Krum. "I am Severus Snape."
"There's no need to introduce yourself. How could I forget you? Call me Viktor, Professor Snape."
"If that is the case, call me Severus, please. Might I add that you are looking much happier than the last time I saw you." Harry almost threw up. Krum just winked at Snape.
"I, uh, need some help, Severus. You see, the potions master at Durmstrang recently muddled a potion that then exploded, killing him and ten students. It vos his own fault, but now ve need a new potions teacher."
"Why don't you take the job? I've heard that you're quite handy with a cauldron." Harry stared. Had Snape really just given someone a complement? Krum smiled.
"Among other things," He said pointedly raising his eyebrows suggestively. "I vould naturally take the job, but our ministry refuses to let me teach vithout training. Anyvay, Severus, I don't know how u can stand to teach these pathetic excuses for vizard's day in, day out. I really do admire you for it."
"Thank you, Victor. I, too, don't know why I do this to myself. But I do continue to do so. These students," he gestured to Harry, "poor examples of magic doers though they are, need someone to discipline them."
"Perhaps you could leave Hogvarts and teach at Durmstrang?" However, as Krum suggested it, Snape shook his head wistfully.
"Unfortunately, my place is here, victor. I am sure it would be a pleasure to teach at Durmstrang, but Dumbledore would never let me leave."
"I see. Vell, it vos vorth a try."
"Certainly I will remember the offer if I ever tire of Hogwarts."
"Good. Anyvay, getting back to the subject, about the Potions master replacement. do you haff any ideas?" Snape reeled off a few names and Harry's attention wandered. He could see from the chatter, the tone of the speech, the body language and the way they forgot about Harry's existence that there was some serious flirting going on.
For a moment, Harry wondered if he should tell Hermione. No, Krum would guess it was him and then he'd be in trouble. Plus, it was doubtful that even if Harry told Hermione what he had seen that she would believe him. He would have to wait until Hermione worked it out herself. The fact that Hermione believed Krum had no faults would complicate that theory, but it wasn't Harry's fault. Maybe he could just give a few hints to try to convince Hermione that Krum is no good.
Even Hermione had to open her eyes eventually.
Can I say thanks to the few people who reviewed my story? One thing tho, everyone, ur too positive. Be mean and negative. Grill me about the bad stuff and pretend u didn't notice the good stuff. Ok? Thanx.
headphone therapy: thanx. I agree. Sometimes ppl make them to girly. Their gay, but their not girls.
berry-berry: oh, no! This is definitely not a one-shot! I got plans for this story. BIG plans!
NayNymic: u think things r bad for Draco now. U just wait. It gets worse. Lots worse.
Layce74(): Thanx. But what was not so great about it. I need to know what sucked and what doesn't fit. I'm strong. Telling me the truth won't hurt me.
***
Three days later, it was the day Krum was due to arrive. Ron was sulky and moody. Harry tried to talk to him a few times, but received only harsh snaps of anger in return for his kindness. Harry's mood was affected by Ron, as any best friends mood would be. When it's so obvious what they should do, but you know they won't ever get around to doing it, it makes you said. Hermione was bouncing of the walls with joy, which was, needless to say, odd behaviour for her.
She was so happy in fact, that she didn't write a single note during any class the whole day, not one. She wrote, of course, but not notes. She just kept writing words such as 'Krum', 'Hermione Krum', 'Viktor', 'Love', etc, as well as drawing little hearts everywhere. Ron was extremely annoyed, as these notes were not really worth copying, and Hermione was smug that for the first time, Ron actually wrote notes that she would later copy.
Naturally, Dumbledore had agreed immediately to Krum visiting. This was quite against Ron's unfounded hopes that Dumbledore would deny Hermione this little visit and Hermione would be so upset that she would fall into Ron's arms and cry. Since Ron did not get his wish, Hermione had immediately sent Yappeil back to Bulgaria, telling Krum the wonderful news.
The whole day before Krum arrived, Hermione wore a glowing smile that everyone, even Pansy Parkinson, noticed. Some people stared at her, some whispered about what might have happened and others just came straight up and said 'How much money did you win?' But Hermione was determined to make the day go quickly. Krum was arriving at 5:00, and made a point of not looking at clocks or watches the whole day through.
"This way," she reasoned, "when 5:00 does come, it will seem to have come sooner because I don't check my watch. Otherwise I would be checking my watch every 5 seconds which would make the day seem forever." Harry, though he didn't really see the logic in this, had nodded. With Hermione in such a rare joyous mood, why say anything that might spoil it?
However, by 4:00 she had broken the rules and was watching her watch, just sitting at her study desk staring at it. At 4:45, she decided it was time to go down to the grounds to greet Krum. Much against their wishes, she dragged Harry and Ron with her. They lagged behind as she stomped with anticipation down through the castle.
They stood on the front steps of Hogwarts, eyes to the sky were Hermione was sure Krum would appear from. Ron and Harry pointed out a few black spots against the blue, and Hermione got very angry when she found they were just birds. But eventually, at 5:30, a black speck appeared and Hermione did a dance of joy that found Ron stepping away in fear.
The speck grew larger and Krum soared over the grounds, every second Hermione growing more and more excited. He landed softly and Krum stepped off his broom, only to be pulled into a vicious tongue wrestle with Hermione. Apparently, they were closer than Harry or Ron (who was watching with a disgusted look on his face) knew. Still, Krum seemed to be, though thoroughly participating, relieved when the kiss was over.
"Oh, Viktor! I missed you so much. Did you miss me?"
"Of course," he said huskily, tho not entirely convincingly. Not that Hermione noticed.
"Shall we go to the see Professor McGonagall about sleeping arrangements?" Hermione asked.
"Herm-own-ninny, you must excuse me, but before I can do such a thing as this, I am obligated to bring a message to the potions master of Hogvarts. Durmstrang has recently suffered the lose of our potions teacher and ve are looking to employ a new vizard in his place. Professor Snape, ve hope, vill know one who might fill the position. By all means go to see your Professor, I am sure Harry vouldn't mind showing me the vay to the Potions classrooms."
Harry felt Krum's eyes pass along his own body and he felt uncomfortably exposed. Hermione was beaming at Krum, disguising a slightly dejected look behind the masquerade. Krum graciously smiled at Hermione, buttering her up obviously. She melted as he had planned, simpering weakly. Krum winked and Hermione blushed, while Harry watched the pure disgust on Ron's face. Not taking her eyes off Krum, Hermione spoke to Ron.
"Well, Ron, we may as well go talk to McGonagall ourselves. Ron, take Viktor's broom and his bag." Ron grumbled quietly as he snatched the stuff of Krum, who smirked. Hermione sighed, enraptured. "We'll meet you in the Gryffindor common room in half an hour, alright?"
"Make it an hour, Herm-own-ninny," Krum said commandingly. Hermione simply nodded, still simpering. Harry turned around towards the dungeons, with Krum following closely. Hermione and Ron began bickering immediately as they headed up to McGonagall's office. Disconcerted, Harry noticed that Krum was walking quite close behind him. He saw, in the reflection of a window, that Krum was checking out Harry's arse.
"I haff heard from Hermione that you haff only had one relationship. Why, forgive me if I am too forward, does someone vith such a fine backside not haff a girlfriend- or boyfriend?" Krum asked composedly as they walked. Harry turned to face him and watched, in distaste, one eye slide shut in a would-be evocative wink, had Harry been at all interested.
"You are too forward, and I think it's none of your business," Harry said heatedly, angry with Krum for what he was doing. Flirting with him, when he wasn't at all interested and he knew that Krum was seeing his best friend.
"Harry. Do you know vhat I am thinking of right now?" Krum said softly, stepping closer to Harry, who matched this by stepping back.
"No. I dare say you're going to tell me," Harry muttered coldly.
"A certain Hogvarts boy, vith a scar on his forehead and the cutest arse in the vorld. And I mean that. Minus his clothes. And a bed of silk. Vith rose petals sprinkled over it, of course. Vhat do you think of that?"
"I think you're feral, you-." But Krum launched himself at Harry, casting him into the wall, pinning him to it, stuck and unable to get out. Krum's mouth caressed Harry's, and his tongue slipped in. Harry felt disgusted. He wanted to be sick. Krum pulled his mouth off Harry's and it drifted down his neck, tickling unpleasantly.
"Krum, get off me!" Harry said warningly, his hand slipping to his wand, which was in his pocket. Krum's hand caught Harry's and tightened around it. Harry groaned in pain as Krum's grip became cruel. "I'm warning you, I'll scream. I'm not afraid to scream." Krum brought himself away from Harry, keeping his hand in his grip until it was much too prolonged.
"Calm down Harry, it is simply a bit of fun!" Krum retorted nonchalantly.
"And what's Hermione?" Harry demanded. "Is she just a bit of fun too?"
"She vos fun, until she thought ve vere serious. All I vanted vos a fuck," Krum said. Harry was disgusted. He barely held himself back from punching Krum, let alone raising his wand. "She said that you loved her, and she loves you. She wants to be with you forever!"
"She is a dramatic, show off teen vith a cute butt. Not as cute as yours, but I get vhat I can. She's just for my pleasure. I don't care about her."
"Obviously not. Are you going to break up with her?"
"Not likely. She's all over me, so I'll use it to my advantage."
"You disgust me."
"Vish I could say the same thing about you," Krum said, slipping his arm around Harry waist. He leant in and whispered a threat in Harry's ear. "If you tell her, I swear I vill cut you till you bleed to death. Then I vill haff my fun vith you." Harry shuddered. The crazed smile on Krum's face and the ice in his voice told Harry this was no joke. Krum would kill him.
"Ok. I'll stay quiet."
"Svear?" Krum's arm went from Harry's waist as the cruel 19 year old stepped back to watch the younger boys' reaction.
"I swear," Harry gulped.
"Good boy. Now, vhich room?" Krum purred. Harry led him in silence to Snape's office. Krum knocked and Harry backed away, ready to run if he got the chance. Krum saw him and smirked harshly at him. Snape's face, in a twisted smile, was peering thru the door.
"Mr. Krum! How good to see you back at Hogwarts," Snape said politely, purring like Krum. "I am Severus Snape."
"There's no need to introduce yourself. How could I forget you? Call me Viktor, Professor Snape."
"If that is the case, call me Severus, please. Might I add that you are looking much happier than the last time I saw you." Harry almost threw up. Krum just winked at Snape.
"I, uh, need some help, Severus. You see, the potions master at Durmstrang recently muddled a potion that then exploded, killing him and ten students. It vos his own fault, but now ve need a new potions teacher."
"Why don't you take the job? I've heard that you're quite handy with a cauldron." Harry stared. Had Snape really just given someone a complement? Krum smiled.
"Among other things," He said pointedly raising his eyebrows suggestively. "I vould naturally take the job, but our ministry refuses to let me teach vithout training. Anyvay, Severus, I don't know how u can stand to teach these pathetic excuses for vizard's day in, day out. I really do admire you for it."
"Thank you, Victor. I, too, don't know why I do this to myself. But I do continue to do so. These students," he gestured to Harry, "poor examples of magic doers though they are, need someone to discipline them."
"Perhaps you could leave Hogvarts and teach at Durmstrang?" However, as Krum suggested it, Snape shook his head wistfully.
"Unfortunately, my place is here, victor. I am sure it would be a pleasure to teach at Durmstrang, but Dumbledore would never let me leave."
"I see. Vell, it vos vorth a try."
"Certainly I will remember the offer if I ever tire of Hogwarts."
"Good. Anyvay, getting back to the subject, about the Potions master replacement. do you haff any ideas?" Snape reeled off a few names and Harry's attention wandered. He could see from the chatter, the tone of the speech, the body language and the way they forgot about Harry's existence that there was some serious flirting going on.
For a moment, Harry wondered if he should tell Hermione. No, Krum would guess it was him and then he'd be in trouble. Plus, it was doubtful that even if Harry told Hermione what he had seen that she would believe him. He would have to wait until Hermione worked it out herself. The fact that Hermione believed Krum had no faults would complicate that theory, but it wasn't Harry's fault. Maybe he could just give a few hints to try to convince Hermione that Krum is no good.
Even Hermione had to open her eyes eventually.