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Chapter 10

Soon after he drifted off to sleep, Hermione stirred from the minuscule rays coming from the window above her head. Lazily, she opened her eyes to see a blur of dark cloth moving gently closer and father away from her face. She inhaled deeply, it smelt wonderful, like wood polish, leather and something undeniably Viktor. Suddenly, the arms that always encircled her grew tighter in their hold around her. Groaning, she tried to push away from him but to no avail, she was trapped in his strong but loving embrace.

Hermione twisted her head to look at the sun's position and concluded that Viktor most likely would not be moving anywhere for at least another half hour. A small sigh passed her lips and she snuggled closer into his chest, after all, it was quite cold on the sea to Bulgaria. She tried to think of all the ingredients and steps to make Drought of the Living Dead to pass the time while she waited for his awakening. Even though she was an exceptional student, learning did have a down side; some things should never be learned. She shivered at the thought of The Dark Lord teaching all of his Death Eaters how to perform the Killing Curse on some poor muggle, who had no way of avoiding their inevitable death by some sick and twisted witch or wizard who needed to practice killing something. In her opinion it was bad enough killing an animal only for sport, but this was a human life. This person had family and friends, but was so cruelly struck down. She shivered at the thought of being killed for pleasure by some sadistic Death Eater.

Viktor winced at the sun shone brightly on his face. He glanced down at the head of brown hair resting on his chest and breathing in so peacefully. He wished that somehow he could make her stay with him forever. At least they would be getting off of this ship today. He rolled over and she gasped in surprise.

"I thought you were still asleep," she mumbled, sleepiness evident in her voice.

"I guess you were wrong," he replied shrugging his shoulders and kissing the top of her head. Hermione rolled over and tossed her feet over the side of the bed.

"I'm going to shower," she announced and walked into the small bathroom that they shared. Viktor knew this was his opportunity to write her his letter. He jumped out of bed and literally ran to write the letter. Viktor knew exactly what he was going to write, he knew that ever since he started to get to know her that she was completely different from all the girls that followed him around. First off she didn't even notice him; he was just a boy fighting for a girl's attention. Next she was quiet and smart, the intelligence radiated off of her like a pulsing aura. Finally, she was the most caring person he had ever met. She cared for her friend Harry Potter and Ron Weasley more than herself at times. He had witnessed it. She was always looking out for them and trying to make sure that they were safe even if she couldn't be there with them helping them along the way. Yes, his Hermione was the most different but by far most beautiful in his eyes anyway.

She was modest but in a way that teased him. Her mood swings were usually controllable by her but if she didn't, man he would be in some trouble. He'd seem her go off on Ron a few times; all he could think was, ouch. Yep, she had a fiery temper but it was amazing how passionate she was. She put that fire into everything that she did, nothing was half assed. Soon he heard the water stop, quickly he put away the letter and flew back into the bed. She walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. Viktor twisted his head to look at her and was surprised, but pleasantly so, to find her wearing his towel with his initials embroidered on the side.

"Get up and shower Viktor," she whispered softly. I need a shower anyway, he thought giving himself a small sniff. He reeked, now he wasn't surprised why she left the bed so quickly. Viktor nodded and moved quickly to take a shower. He needed to pack his things, they were to be arriving soon to Bulgaria and he couldn't wait to show her his homeland.