His well-practised entrance into the stadium went perfectly, as he did a handstand on his custom broomstick, turning around in the air on it, as he glided around the stadium. Seeing himself enlarged on the crowds was a little weird and then blocked all thoughts out as he focused on the game. From one of his advantage points he spotted the snitch near the stands in front of a group of redheads and a very pretty girl, who'd just got a book out, she appears to be arguing with one of the boys, and Viktor found he didn't like it, he swooped in taking them all by surprise, as he did a flip in the air trying to catch the golden snitch. He locked eyes briefly with said girl, the breeze blowing her scent in his direction, he'd find her anywhere reminding him of parchment and floral. Something passed between them before he zoomed off so as not to let anyone notice their secret meeting, he has just found his mate! Closing his eyes for a split second he refocused on the game.

"Did Viktor Krum just make eye contact with you?" Ron asked his voice is dripping with jealousy, Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of the handsome Bulgarian player, as she followed his every move, searching for the golden snitch. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous, Ron." She lost track of where he is and felt oddly panicked, trying not to show it. Ron huffed and shoved his hand into his pick n mix bag. She silently cursed him in her head, thinking not-so-pleasant things about Ronald, for the panic she now felt as all the players blurred. She opened the book to the last page she was on. Suddenly she felt something and looked up to find he had his back to them, and instantly relaxed. Feeling very confused by these emotions, she suddenly felt her book warm and looked down to see some words appear that made her heart beat faster and felt surprised to see them written there.

Meet me at the player's entrance, I need to see you. Speak with you in private. I know you feel it, leave as soon as I have caught the snitch.

Yours,

Viktor Krum.

The words faded back to the content of her Jane Austen book of North Anger Abbey and looked up in time to see him zoom off, she kept her eyes on him this time, still feeling rather confused but she realised he must have used wandless magic to do this. Hermione isn't going to lie, she felt a little jealous of this realisation.

She felt terrified when he stood on the broomstick, hands stretched out as he guided the broom low to the ground, leaping off of his broomstick and capturing the snitch in an impressive acrobatic way.

"MR WEASLEY?" Hermione called out as cheers erupted around her. The elder Weasley looked over and nodded that he's listening.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom, and buy some gifts for my parents whilst it's quiet. If I'm not back by the time the game has finished I will meet you all at the tent! I can use my wand to guide me back."

"Do you want one of the boys to go with you?" He asked her over the noise of cheers as it's declared over the speakers that Bulgaria wins.

"No, I wouldn't want them to miss this last bit because of me." He nodded, though he didn't look entirely happy about it, so she got up and walked away with a bit of difficulty through their box and breathed a sigh of relief as she used her wand as a compass to guide her to the player's entrance. She suddenly felt a little nervous! What if she'd read it wrong and misunderstood everything?

Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around her, and a sweaty forehead rested on her own. She placed her hands on his chest looking up into the eyes of Viktor Krum. All the panic she felt earlier faded away as she lost herself in his blue eyes, everything faded and all she can smell, hear and taste is him. Once their surroundings came flooding back around them, she felt him lift her legs up and didn't care as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her lips, cheek and neck, burying his face in her hair.

She allowed him to carry her to wherever as he held her tightly to him. She placed a language charm on her throat with her wand, so she could understand what he is whispering.

"My mate, fuck. Can't leave her, finally found my mate. My beautiful rose." They had entered a private dressing room, inside a separate area from the stands. He locked and warded the door, as he recaptured her lips, placing her down on an armchair. She is surprised by how much she's allowing him to do with things like kissing. He rested his forehead against hers and she decided to speak.

"Mate?" She asked him in Bulgarian taking him by surprise, he nodded and he kissed her with so much warmth and passion, she melted into him.

"Language charm?" He said against her lips. She nodded as she got some bravery and wrapped her arms around his neck loving the sunshine and ocean smell, coming from him, reminding her of summer.

Viktor removed his broom from his back and placed it not too far from her against the wall. Knocking on his door caused him to growl at their intrusion and glare at the closed door as the knocking persisted moving to stand protectively in front of her. Hermione rose and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his back, not caring he was all sweaty and whatnot. She's a little terrified of how comfortable and natural this all felt.

"Get your ass out, Krum! Leave or bring the girl, that ain't like you. You are lucky no press or cameras are allowed outside the player's entrance. Now hurry up we've got a trophy to claim and add to our collection!" Viktor groaned.

"Two minutes..." he grumbled.

"I'll be knocking again in two, that's all you got."

"What is your name?" He asked her turning around and wrapping his arms back around her waist.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger. You said, mate?"

"We don't have much time to talk, stay with me for the rest of the summer? Are you staying with the redheads?"

"Yes, what are you?" She asked him.

"Veela," he kissed her lips.

The knocking came back and Viktor groaned.

"Fuck Krum! We gotta get outta here just got word of Death Eaters." He panicked, and she did too.

"Come with me, I can send Patronus to those you were with to let them know you are safe." Hermione nodded. Viktor grabbed his broom giving it to Hermione having taken the holder off and held his mate tightly to him.

"What is their name?"

"Arthur Weasley." To Hermione whatever happened next, happened in a blur, she remembers the Patronus being sent but anything else... a foggy memory.