So what really happened between Hermione and Viktor Krum in book 4? Well, here's a
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Hermione slammed her Charms book shut. She felt like she was getting nowhere,
and she was worried by it. Wouldn't that be a turn-up for the books if Proffessor Flitwick
had given a homework assignment that Hermione couldn't do! She shook herself mentally.
It couldn't be that bad. Why, hadn't she seen Harry and Ron finish their essays the night
before? And they hadn't been too worried about it.
But then again, thought Hermione, the amount of effort those two put into their
homework is disgraceful. And if they can't do something or don't understand, they don't
worry about it! They don't sit down and work at it until their problem is solved. They just
laugh and start talking about Quidditch as if it was the only thing that mattered.
Hermione sighed. She didn't understand boys. How could they not want to do their
best in school? Why was Quidditch so important to them? Hermione sighed again.
Nothing made sense today. It was all too confusing, from her essay topic to her friends.
She just wasn't in the mood to sit down and work at it. Which, she admitted to herself,
was probably a first.
She stood up and walked over to the section on Heating and Freezing charms, the
topic she was supposed to be writing about. The shelf was quite high up, well above her
head, but she could just about reach it if she stood on one of the library step ladders and
streched up as far as she could go. She looked along the shelf and found the thickest book.
With difficulty she attempted to pull it from its shelf. But it was just too heavy and too
high up. She pulled harder, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Krum was looking at
books on merpeople further down the aisle.
I wonder what he wants those for, Hermione wondered. But she didn't let her
thoughts dwell on it, as she tugged the book hard. It came free, but its
weight made her overbalance, and with a little shreik she fell off the step ladder. She
expected to feel her head hit the floor with a crack.
But she didn't hit the floor. Someone was holding her.
Viktor Krum had lept over when she fell and caught her before she hit the ground.
She was so amazed and relieved that she wasn't unconcious that she made no move to
leave Krum's arms. She just stared at him.
"Um..." he said in an uncertain voice, "are you alright?"
"Oh!" said Hermione, coming to her senses and standing up. "Yes, I'm fine, thank
you so much...er..." she had no idea what to say next, and Krum was looking at her
oddly. "Thank you," she said again, blushing. "I'm sorry about...I mean I didn't...not
straight away...can't think what - "
"It's fine," said Krum, looking rather awkward. "But if I could possibly ask for
something in return..." His voice trailed off uncertainly. It took Hermione a moment to
work out what he'd said because his accent was so strong.
"Oh, of course," she said, and smiled. "Anything."
"Good," said Krum shortly, and suddenly he became very interested in his shoes. "I
vas vondering if you could possibly...come to the Yule Ball with me?"
This was the last thing that Hermione had expected. Actually, she wasn't at all sure
what she had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. "Umm...why?" she asked, and
then realized how rude that must sound.
"I haff seen you in here often. You read, and you work on schoolwork. You
always try very hard. And I thought how pretty you looked" - Hermione turned pink -
"ven you vere verking. I didn't haff the courage to talk to you. I thought that I could try to
earn your friendship." Unexpectedly, he looked up and smiled. "And I now feel that I haff
earned it. I saved you, after all."
Now it was Hermione's turn to look at her feet. A famous Quidditch player - not
that that meant an awful lot to her anyway - was asking her out. Asking her to the ball.
Even if all of the things he said weren't true, it was still very sweet of him to say them. She
couldn't imagine Ron saying such nice things about her to someone else, let alone to her face.
Suddenly, in a surge of annoyance and anger with Ron, and flattery that a someone four years
older than her would say she was pretty, Hermione said, "Yes. I'd love to go to the
ball with you. Thank you."
Krum smiled again. He looked much nicer when he smiled. He looked almost
handsome, even. "Thank you. I vill see you then? Shall I meet you in the entrance hall?"
Once again in annoyance with Ron more than anything else, Hermione said,
faltering slightly, "No, no, I'll...I'll come down to the ship to meet you. I'd like to meet
your friends. After all, meeting foreign witches and wizards is what the Tournament is, is all
about, isn't it?"
"As you vish," said Krum, and he was gone.
Hope you liked that! More Hermione/Krum book 4 stuff later. Right now, I have jet-lag, so I'm
going to sleep. Read more of my stories, and please write reviews! I think I fixed the funny
review-block thing. Sorry, I'm quite new to this. If it still is weird, email me, I'll try
to work it out.
few ideas for you!
Hermione slammed her Charms book shut. She felt like she was getting nowhere,
and she was worried by it. Wouldn't that be a turn-up for the books if Proffessor Flitwick
had given a homework assignment that Hermione couldn't do! She shook herself mentally.
It couldn't be that bad. Why, hadn't she seen Harry and Ron finish their essays the night
before? And they hadn't been too worried about it.
But then again, thought Hermione, the amount of effort those two put into their
homework is disgraceful. And if they can't do something or don't understand, they don't
worry about it! They don't sit down and work at it until their problem is solved. They just
laugh and start talking about Quidditch as if it was the only thing that mattered.
Hermione sighed. She didn't understand boys. How could they not want to do their
best in school? Why was Quidditch so important to them? Hermione sighed again.
Nothing made sense today. It was all too confusing, from her essay topic to her friends.
She just wasn't in the mood to sit down and work at it. Which, she admitted to herself,
was probably a first.
She stood up and walked over to the section on Heating and Freezing charms, the
topic she was supposed to be writing about. The shelf was quite high up, well above her
head, but she could just about reach it if she stood on one of the library step ladders and
streched up as far as she could go. She looked along the shelf and found the thickest book.
With difficulty she attempted to pull it from its shelf. But it was just too heavy and too
high up. She pulled harder, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Krum was looking at
books on merpeople further down the aisle.
I wonder what he wants those for, Hermione wondered. But she didn't let her
thoughts dwell on it, as she tugged the book hard. It came free, but its
weight made her overbalance, and with a little shreik she fell off the step ladder. She
expected to feel her head hit the floor with a crack.
But she didn't hit the floor. Someone was holding her.
Viktor Krum had lept over when she fell and caught her before she hit the ground.
She was so amazed and relieved that she wasn't unconcious that she made no move to
leave Krum's arms. She just stared at him.
"Um..." he said in an uncertain voice, "are you alright?"
"Oh!" said Hermione, coming to her senses and standing up. "Yes, I'm fine, thank
you so much...er..." she had no idea what to say next, and Krum was looking at her
oddly. "Thank you," she said again, blushing. "I'm sorry about...I mean I didn't...not
straight away...can't think what - "
"It's fine," said Krum, looking rather awkward. "But if I could possibly ask for
something in return..." His voice trailed off uncertainly. It took Hermione a moment to
work out what he'd said because his accent was so strong.
"Oh, of course," she said, and smiled. "Anything."
"Good," said Krum shortly, and suddenly he became very interested in his shoes. "I
vas vondering if you could possibly...come to the Yule Ball with me?"
This was the last thing that Hermione had expected. Actually, she wasn't at all sure
what she had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. "Umm...why?" she asked, and
then realized how rude that must sound.
"I haff seen you in here often. You read, and you work on schoolwork. You
always try very hard. And I thought how pretty you looked" - Hermione turned pink -
"ven you vere verking. I didn't haff the courage to talk to you. I thought that I could try to
earn your friendship." Unexpectedly, he looked up and smiled. "And I now feel that I haff
earned it. I saved you, after all."
Now it was Hermione's turn to look at her feet. A famous Quidditch player - not
that that meant an awful lot to her anyway - was asking her out. Asking her to the ball.
Even if all of the things he said weren't true, it was still very sweet of him to say them. She
couldn't imagine Ron saying such nice things about her to someone else, let alone to her face.
Suddenly, in a surge of annoyance and anger with Ron, and flattery that a someone four years
older than her would say she was pretty, Hermione said, "Yes. I'd love to go to the
ball with you. Thank you."
Krum smiled again. He looked much nicer when he smiled. He looked almost
handsome, even. "Thank you. I vill see you then? Shall I meet you in the entrance hall?"
Once again in annoyance with Ron more than anything else, Hermione said,
faltering slightly, "No, no, I'll...I'll come down to the ship to meet you. I'd like to meet
your friends. After all, meeting foreign witches and wizards is what the Tournament is, is all
about, isn't it?"
"As you vish," said Krum, and he was gone.
Hope you liked that! More Hermione/Krum book 4 stuff later. Right now, I have jet-lag, so I'm
going to sleep. Read more of my stories, and please write reviews! I think I fixed the funny
review-block thing. Sorry, I'm quite new to this. If it still is weird, email me, I'll try
to work it out.