Here we go, yet more Hermione/Krum fluff! God, how I enjoy writing these... But (added attraction) this one has H/R too! Sorry, I just really enjoy
H/R... I hope I do justice to Ron. Anyway, this is a behind-the-scenes-of-book 4 thingy, like chapter two. Please r/r!
Forgot the disclaimer last time! Well, here we go -
None of these characters in this story belong to me. They are the property of JK Rowling. This story is based on her book "Harry Potter and the
Goblet of Fire". Also, the sections between the stars are from the book, with (British) page numbers underneath.
That's better! Now for the story!
***
"Wonder how the Durmstrang students are getting back?" said Ron. "D'you reckon they can steer that ship without Karkaroff?"
"Karkaroff did not steer," said a gruff voice. "He stayed in his cabin and let us do the vork." Krum had come to say goodbye to Hermione.
"Could I have a vord?" he asked her.
"Oh...yes...all right," said Hermione, looking slightly flustered, and following Krum through the crowd and out of sight.
*** pages 628 and 629
Krum led her past what seemed like (and probably was) thousands of people before he stopped. They were behind the crowd of pupils waiting
for the carriages to take them to the train. No one was paying them any attention whatsoever; they were all too busy saying goodbye to people
themselves.
"So..." said Hermione slowly, looking at the floor. "I'll see you over the summer..."
Krum sighed. "I haff been thinking about this. And I do not vant you to come."
Hermione looked up. "Why not?"
"There are three reasons." He paused. "The first is that I believe Dumbledore. You-Know-Who has returned. It is not safe for innocent vizards
and vitches," he looked at Hermione, "to travel to Bulgaria. It is an area of much Dark magic, and I do not vish you to become pray to it."
"That's ridiculous!" said Hermione. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much!"
Krum looked at her oddly. "Hermione, these are the vizards who killed some of the most skillful and well-known people in the vorld! And you
think you can stand up to them on your own?"
Hermione looked slightly sheepish. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that I don't like people suggesting that I'm some pathetic little heroine. It gets
on my nerves.
"I am sorry," said Krum. "The second reason is that you do not want to come."
"I do!" said Hermione, out of shock more than anything else. "Of course I do!"
"No you don't. I can tell," he said simply. "You do not like me enough. It's okay -"
he said because Hermione opened her mouth to say something "- I did not mean it like
that. I mean...vot do you say here?...you do not 'fancy' me." Hermione blushed. "It is all right. I do not mind. You cannot choose these things. You
could be my friend, but not my girlfriend. That is fine." There was a pause.
"And what was the third reason?" asked Hermione, who already felt very relieved and reassured by the second reason.
"Ah, yes," said Krum, and he smiled. "The third reason is that you...um... 'fancy'... someone else."
"What?" Hermione racked her brains. She didn't fancy anyone, unless you counted...
"Ron Veasley," said Krum.
"No I -" said Hermione, but Krum cut her off.
"I am your friend, Hermione. Do not lie to me. Please."
Hermione paused. He was right. She had to be honest with someone about this, and if not Harry or Ron or Ginny, then surely this was the next
best thing... "Yes," she said at last. "You're right. I like Ron...a lot. And - I just never had the courage to tell him. Or anyone."
"I thought Gryiffindors vere known for their courage," smiled Krum.
"Yes, well that's what they say," said Hermione, smiling too. She was still slightly embarrassed that she had told the truth about Ron. She had
never really wanted to admit it before, even to herself... "Well, in that case, I should go..." she said after a rather awkward pause.
"Yes," said Krum simply. Hermione turned away but Krum said, "But first, Hermione -"
She turned around, and he kissed her. He pulled away quickly. "Sorry," he said in an odd sort of voice. "I just -"
"No, it's okay," Hermione said hurriedly. "I understand. It's okay." So that was it. Her first kiss. "It's just that..."
"What?"
"You said my name right."
"I did?" Krum looked surprised. "I suppose I did!" And they both laughed.
"I better get back to my friends now," said Hermione.
"Of course," he replied, and together they walked back to where Harry and Ron were waiting for the carriages.
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***
Uncle Vernon was waiting beyond the barrier. Mrs Weasley was close by him. She hugged Harry very tightly when she saw him, and whispered
in his ear, "I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry."
"See you, Harry," said Ron, clapping him on the back.
"Bye, Harry!" said Hermione, and she did something she has never done before, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Harry -- thanks," George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side.
Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station.
***
Hermione and Ron watched him go, side by side. Hermione sighed.
After a pause, Ron said, "Why did you do that, Hermione?"
"What?"
"You kissed Harry on the cheek. That's not you. I mean, honestly, have you ever done that before in your life?" Ron's voice was getting louder
and louder. "Which, of course, raises the question: Did you kiss the wonderful Viktor Krum?"
"Ron! Honestly!" said Hermione, trying not to blush. "I...of course I didn't..."
"You did!" said Ron, looking shocked. "What were you thinking?"
"Ron, stop it!" said Hermione, and to Ron's dismay, tears appeared in her eyes. "He kissed me, okay, I did absolutely nothing. I don't fancy
him, he's not my boyfriend, and I'm not going to Bulgaria over the summer. Are you happy?" The tears were now running down her face, because she
was so upset with herself more than anything.
Ron immediately looked concerned and put his hand on her arm. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't mean to -" he removed his hand, looking
embarrassed. "I mean, I didn't realize that you didn't...you know, really like him."
"That's all right," said Hermione, sniffing. "I've stopped crying, it's all right."
"So why aren't you going?"
Hermione looked at him. "You really want to know?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Well, it was his suggestion. He said it wasn't safe for people to travel around these days. And he's right, of course." She sighed, and screwed
up her courage. "And he said something else too..."
"What?" Ron asked. He was suddenly feeling closer to Hermione than he had for a long time.
"He said...hesaidthatIfanciedyou," she said very fast.
"What? Oh..." he said as he figured out what she'd said. He grinned. "Do you?" he said jokingly.
"Yes." said Hermione, very quietly.
"What?" Ron almost shouted. That hadn't be the answer he'd expected at all. "I mean...what? Why? Why didn't you...what?" He couldn't even
get the words out. He took a deep breath and tried again. "Does Harry know this?"
"Not unless he figured it out himself. But Ron this doesn't mean...I mean that you don't have to... it's all okay, still, isn't it?"
"I don't know quite what you're talking about, Hermione, but...yes it's okay...I don't mind." He grinned. "What am I saying?" Hermione smiled
too. "What I mean is...and this is just between you and me...and you can't get all lovey-dovey on me or anything... but... I really like you too. And I
don't care if you kissed Krum." He looked annoyed at himself suddenly. "Sorry, I really didn't mean to say that. Umm..."
Hermione laughed. "It's okay. And...umm...well, I better go. My parents are probably waiting."
"Okay." said Ron.
They both looked at their shoes.
"Hermione - "
"Yes?" She looked up.
And Ron kissed her. And he didn't pull away for a long time. "Hermione, I -" he said.
Someone coughed behind him. It was Fred and George, trying desperately not to laugh. "Mum said you were...um...saying goodbye to
Hermione..." said Fred, his face contorting weirdly as he tried frantically to keep his expression emotionless. "She wanted us to get you, and
so...um...sorry, we just came and you were..." He started laughing so hard that he couldn't say anything.
George took control of the situation, but he was laughing hard too. "So...Ron, come back when you're ready. We'll tell Mum what
you're...doing...um..." and the twins walked off, still laughing.
Ron looked furious, but Hermione said, "Are you going to swear them to secrecy?"
"I can try..." he said. "Won't work, though." He looked at her. "Sorry, I didn't really mean to -"
"No it's okay -"
"No, I was way over the line. I'm sorry."
Hermione smiled. "Thank you. Well...you'd better go before Fred and George say something to your Mum."
"Oh, God, you're right," Ron said, running off towards his family. "See you later!" he shouted, and waved. Hermione waved back, smiling to
herself. She still couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Oh well, she thought as she walked over to where her parents were now standing, it'll
be something to write Harry about!
Yay! Okay, that wasn't as good as Elanor Gamgee's version (read it, it's much better written, it's in the last chapter of "Hermione's 4th Year." In fact,
read the whole story. It's really well-thought-out. I wanted to do what she did in her story, but I didn't want to copy her idea!) but that wasn't too bad,
was it. By the way, I don't think that it really happened (although wouldn't that be brilliant!?!), it was just an idea that I thought was kind of good. But
basically the idea came off Elanor Gamgee's story. So read that. If I get her more readers, maybe no one will be annoyed.
H/R... I hope I do justice to Ron. Anyway, this is a behind-the-scenes-of-book 4 thingy, like chapter two. Please r/r!
Forgot the disclaimer last time! Well, here we go -
None of these characters in this story belong to me. They are the property of JK Rowling. This story is based on her book "Harry Potter and the
Goblet of Fire". Also, the sections between the stars are from the book, with (British) page numbers underneath.
That's better! Now for the story!
***
"Wonder how the Durmstrang students are getting back?" said Ron. "D'you reckon they can steer that ship without Karkaroff?"
"Karkaroff did not steer," said a gruff voice. "He stayed in his cabin and let us do the vork." Krum had come to say goodbye to Hermione.
"Could I have a vord?" he asked her.
"Oh...yes...all right," said Hermione, looking slightly flustered, and following Krum through the crowd and out of sight.
*** pages 628 and 629
Krum led her past what seemed like (and probably was) thousands of people before he stopped. They were behind the crowd of pupils waiting
for the carriages to take them to the train. No one was paying them any attention whatsoever; they were all too busy saying goodbye to people
themselves.
"So..." said Hermione slowly, looking at the floor. "I'll see you over the summer..."
Krum sighed. "I haff been thinking about this. And I do not vant you to come."
Hermione looked up. "Why not?"
"There are three reasons." He paused. "The first is that I believe Dumbledore. You-Know-Who has returned. It is not safe for innocent vizards
and vitches," he looked at Hermione, "to travel to Bulgaria. It is an area of much Dark magic, and I do not vish you to become pray to it."
"That's ridiculous!" said Hermione. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much!"
Krum looked at her oddly. "Hermione, these are the vizards who killed some of the most skillful and well-known people in the vorld! And you
think you can stand up to them on your own?"
Hermione looked slightly sheepish. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that I don't like people suggesting that I'm some pathetic little heroine. It gets
on my nerves.
"I am sorry," said Krum. "The second reason is that you do not want to come."
"I do!" said Hermione, out of shock more than anything else. "Of course I do!"
"No you don't. I can tell," he said simply. "You do not like me enough. It's okay -"
he said because Hermione opened her mouth to say something "- I did not mean it like
that. I mean...vot do you say here?...you do not 'fancy' me." Hermione blushed. "It is all right. I do not mind. You cannot choose these things. You
could be my friend, but not my girlfriend. That is fine." There was a pause.
"And what was the third reason?" asked Hermione, who already felt very relieved and reassured by the second reason.
"Ah, yes," said Krum, and he smiled. "The third reason is that you...um... 'fancy'... someone else."
"What?" Hermione racked her brains. She didn't fancy anyone, unless you counted...
"Ron Veasley," said Krum.
"No I -" said Hermione, but Krum cut her off.
"I am your friend, Hermione. Do not lie to me. Please."
Hermione paused. He was right. She had to be honest with someone about this, and if not Harry or Ron or Ginny, then surely this was the next
best thing... "Yes," she said at last. "You're right. I like Ron...a lot. And - I just never had the courage to tell him. Or anyone."
"I thought Gryiffindors vere known for their courage," smiled Krum.
"Yes, well that's what they say," said Hermione, smiling too. She was still slightly embarrassed that she had told the truth about Ron. She had
never really wanted to admit it before, even to herself... "Well, in that case, I should go..." she said after a rather awkward pause.
"Yes," said Krum simply. Hermione turned away but Krum said, "But first, Hermione -"
She turned around, and he kissed her. He pulled away quickly. "Sorry," he said in an odd sort of voice. "I just -"
"No, it's okay," Hermione said hurriedly. "I understand. It's okay." So that was it. Her first kiss. "It's just that..."
"What?"
"You said my name right."
"I did?" Krum looked surprised. "I suppose I did!" And they both laughed.
"I better get back to my friends now," said Hermione.
"Of course," he replied, and together they walked back to where Harry and Ron were waiting for the carriages.
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***
Uncle Vernon was waiting beyond the barrier. Mrs Weasley was close by him. She hugged Harry very tightly when she saw him, and whispered
in his ear, "I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry."
"See you, Harry," said Ron, clapping him on the back.
"Bye, Harry!" said Hermione, and she did something she has never done before, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Harry -- thanks," George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side.
Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station.
***
Hermione and Ron watched him go, side by side. Hermione sighed.
After a pause, Ron said, "Why did you do that, Hermione?"
"What?"
"You kissed Harry on the cheek. That's not you. I mean, honestly, have you ever done that before in your life?" Ron's voice was getting louder
and louder. "Which, of course, raises the question: Did you kiss the wonderful Viktor Krum?"
"Ron! Honestly!" said Hermione, trying not to blush. "I...of course I didn't..."
"You did!" said Ron, looking shocked. "What were you thinking?"
"Ron, stop it!" said Hermione, and to Ron's dismay, tears appeared in her eyes. "He kissed me, okay, I did absolutely nothing. I don't fancy
him, he's not my boyfriend, and I'm not going to Bulgaria over the summer. Are you happy?" The tears were now running down her face, because she
was so upset with herself more than anything.
Ron immediately looked concerned and put his hand on her arm. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't mean to -" he removed his hand, looking
embarrassed. "I mean, I didn't realize that you didn't...you know, really like him."
"That's all right," said Hermione, sniffing. "I've stopped crying, it's all right."
"So why aren't you going?"
Hermione looked at him. "You really want to know?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Well, it was his suggestion. He said it wasn't safe for people to travel around these days. And he's right, of course." She sighed, and screwed
up her courage. "And he said something else too..."
"What?" Ron asked. He was suddenly feeling closer to Hermione than he had for a long time.
"He said...hesaidthatIfanciedyou," she said very fast.
"What? Oh..." he said as he figured out what she'd said. He grinned. "Do you?" he said jokingly.
"Yes." said Hermione, very quietly.
"What?" Ron almost shouted. That hadn't be the answer he'd expected at all. "I mean...what? Why? Why didn't you...what?" He couldn't even
get the words out. He took a deep breath and tried again. "Does Harry know this?"
"Not unless he figured it out himself. But Ron this doesn't mean...I mean that you don't have to... it's all okay, still, isn't it?"
"I don't know quite what you're talking about, Hermione, but...yes it's okay...I don't mind." He grinned. "What am I saying?" Hermione smiled
too. "What I mean is...and this is just between you and me...and you can't get all lovey-dovey on me or anything... but... I really like you too. And I
don't care if you kissed Krum." He looked annoyed at himself suddenly. "Sorry, I really didn't mean to say that. Umm..."
Hermione laughed. "It's okay. And...umm...well, I better go. My parents are probably waiting."
"Okay." said Ron.
They both looked at their shoes.
"Hermione - "
"Yes?" She looked up.
And Ron kissed her. And he didn't pull away for a long time. "Hermione, I -" he said.
Someone coughed behind him. It was Fred and George, trying desperately not to laugh. "Mum said you were...um...saying goodbye to
Hermione..." said Fred, his face contorting weirdly as he tried frantically to keep his expression emotionless. "She wanted us to get you, and
so...um...sorry, we just came and you were..." He started laughing so hard that he couldn't say anything.
George took control of the situation, but he was laughing hard too. "So...Ron, come back when you're ready. We'll tell Mum what
you're...doing...um..." and the twins walked off, still laughing.
Ron looked furious, but Hermione said, "Are you going to swear them to secrecy?"
"I can try..." he said. "Won't work, though." He looked at her. "Sorry, I didn't really mean to -"
"No it's okay -"
"No, I was way over the line. I'm sorry."
Hermione smiled. "Thank you. Well...you'd better go before Fred and George say something to your Mum."
"Oh, God, you're right," Ron said, running off towards his family. "See you later!" he shouted, and waved. Hermione waved back, smiling to
herself. She still couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Oh well, she thought as she walked over to where her parents were now standing, it'll
be something to write Harry about!
Yay! Okay, that wasn't as good as Elanor Gamgee's version (read it, it's much better written, it's in the last chapter of "Hermione's 4th Year." In fact,
read the whole story. It's really well-thought-out. I wanted to do what she did in her story, but I didn't want to copy her idea!) but that wasn't too bad,
was it. By the way, I don't think that it really happened (although wouldn't that be brilliant!?!), it was just an idea that I thought was kind of good. But
basically the idea came off Elanor Gamgee's story. So read that. If I get her more readers, maybe no one will be annoyed.