Hermione lay in bed one morning, two weeks after the Hogwarts term had ended, when she heard a hooting, and a tap-tap-tap at her window. Hermione rolled out of bed and almost ran to the window when she saw Viktor's owl. Hermione let the owl in and fumbled with the string that bound Viktor's letter to the owl's foot.

When Hermione finally untied the letter, the owl hooting indignantly at her and took off through the window. Hermione's heart beat quickened as she sat back down on her bed and unfurled the letter. She hadn't heard from Viktor since she had last seen him at Hogwarts.

Hermione,

I am very sorry I have not written to you for very long time. I have been working hard to finish my schoolwork so that I can graduate from Durmstrang Institute. My father wishes me to be very serious about my studies so he has been making sure I study day and night. I have also been very busy with Quidditch because now we have to play against Puddlemere United on Friday night. I wanted to know if you would come and watch me. I miss you very much. I have enclosed 3 tickets with this letter so that you can come with your parents. I hope very much that you will come, I know that we will win if you come because you are my good luck charm. I think your parents would like very much to come to the game. I also know that I will be seeing you this weekend, I am not allowed to say about what will be happening, but Professor Dumbledore will be telling that Weasley boy's parents about it, so you will know soon what I am talking about. I think I will be seeing you a lot over your break from Hogwarts which is making me very happy. Obicham te Hermione.

Love,

Viktor Dimitrov Krum

Hermione beamed, she felt as if her heart would explode from joy. She would be seeing Viktor! Hermione knew she had to convince her parents to go to Viktor's match against Puddlemere United, she had missed him so much over these last two weeks. Love was a new concept for Hermione, after all Viktor was her first love, so it was still very strange to her that she missed anyone so much, after being separated from them for only two weeks!

Hermione washed up for breakfast and hurried downstairs. "Good morning Hermione!" Mrs. Granger said smiling from the stove as she flipped a pancake.

"Good morning Mum!" Hermione said as she kissed her mother's cheek and sat down at the table. "Where is Dad?" Hermione asked her mother.

"He had to go into work early today, something about Mr. Carson needing an emergency tooth extraction! You know how Mr. Carson is..." Mrs. Granger said as she shook her head and sighed.

Hermione smiled. Mr. Carson was a very well known patient in the Granger's office. Mr. Carson came to the office almost three times every month, either because he chipped a tooth, had a cavity, or had a toothache. "Really, that man has the worst hygiene I've ever seen! He has plaque build-up even though your father and I tell him to floss every time he comes in! He is developing early stages of gingivitis as well!" Mrs. Granger said.

As Mrs. Granger went on about how Mr. Carson should really be more careful with his teeth, Hermione opened the Daily Prophet that was already on the table. "What is it dear?" Mrs. Granger asked her daughter curiously. Hermione's eyes had flashed angrily and she had clenched her fist on the table.

"It's all this rubbish they're writing in the Prophet about Harry and Dumbledore! Rita Skeeter is just a foul, loathsome little-" Hermione caught herself before she said something inappropriate. Ron is a REALLY bad influence on me! Hermione thought before continuing "Harry saw You-Know-Who last year, he battled him, You-Know-Who killed Cedric Diggory, but the stupid Prophet keeps saying that he is lying! I mean really Mum, The Boy Who Lies?" Hermione snapped angrily as she set the Daily Prophet down.

Mrs. Granger didn't really know the details of everything going on in the Wizarding World, but she did know that she hated seeing Hermione upset. "Cheer up sweetheart, there's nothing you can do about this" Mrs. Granger said as she set Hermione's plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon down in front of her.

"Oh Mum, I wonder what Harry must be going through right now! He must be so upset!" Hermione said sadly as she poked at her eggs.

"You can write to him after you finish your breakfast then 'Mione, but for now try not to think about it" Mrs. Granger said as she began wiping down the kitchen counters. Hermione had almost forgotten about Viktor's Quidditch match because of how angry she had gotten over the article in the Daily Prophet.

"Mum? I wanted to ask you something" Hermione began tentatively.

"Of course, what is it?" Mrs. Granger said as she put on a pot of coffee and began cleaning the dishes.

"Uhm...well Viktor just sent me an owl and he wanted us to come to his Quidditch match on Friday night...do you think we could go? Viktor's sent three tickets so that we can all go and I'd really like to see him again! Oh please Mum can we go?" Hermione asked wincing slightly at the note of desperation in her voice.

"Well...I don't think I'm doing anything Friday night, my last appointment is at 6:00 and your father is off on Friday, but I can't say yes right off the bat sweetheart. You'll have to ask your father about it when he gets home for lunch" Mrs. Granger said.

"Alright..." Hermione said a bit disappointed. "I'll be upstairs finishing up some schoolwork" Hermione said as she went upstairs to finish Professor Binns essay on Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball.

At 12:45 Hermione heard the front door open and close, her father was home for lunch. Hermione rolled up the three rolls of parchment that made up her History of Magic essay and put them in her Hogwarts trunk before hurrying down to see her father.

"Hello Dad! Was Mr. Carson alright?" Hermione asked as she joined her father in the kitchen.

"Hello Love, yes he was alright, he didn't even need a tooth extraction he just had another toothache. You know how Carl is, he tends to overreact a lot" Mr. Granger said as he kissed Mrs. Granger hello and sat down with Hermione.

Mrs. Granger set their lunch, turkey sandwiches, freshly tossed salad, and chicken and spinach soup down in front of them with tall glasses of lemonade.

"Frank, Hermione wanted to ask you something" Mrs. Granger said as she nodded at Hermione.

"What is it Love?" Mr. Granger said as he took a bite of his sandwich.

"Well...Dad...Viktor wanted us all to come watch him play against Puddlemere United this Friday night and he knew how much you enjoyed playing Quidditch, so he sent three tickets so that we could all go. Do you think we could go?" Hermione asked her father, trying to hide her previous desperation.

Mr. Granger tried to hide his excitement as he said "If it will make you happy then of course we can go sweetheart" but secretly he couldn't wait to go to his first ever, professional Quidditch match.

"Oh thank you Dad! Thank you Mum!" Hermione cried beaming as she hugged both of her parents tightly. Mr. and Mrs. Granger laughed and hugged their daughter back before finishing their lunch and proceeding with the rest of their day as usual.