A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Well, whacha expect? A genius?
I don't think so.

I'm sorry that I haven't written in a while, it's just that I couldn't think of anything for this story.
But, instead, I put lots of fluff! Lots and lots of fluff! Happy reading!




The Many Boyfriends of Hermione Granger



A/N Switching POV to Hermione 1st person.


He inched forward and wiped my face. "You had an eyelash," he said softly.

"Thank you," I said. What was he trying to do? "Is that all?"

"Yeah, that's it," he said leaning back into his chair.

"All right........," I said. I got up and walked to the library. I really need to read, I said to
myself.

I skimmed the shelves looking for something good to read. Anything, really. I was rather
enjoying my time with myself when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Hello, Viktor," I said.

"Hello. Vhat are you looking for?" he asked me.

"Nothing really, just anything," I replied, looking at the books once more.

"Do you vant to do something today?" I looked up into his eyes. I hate it when I do that
because then I can never look away from his eyes.

"Sure," I said, mesmerized by his eyes.

We walked around Hogwarts for a while talking about anything. We reached one of the
doors outside and looked at each other. He pushed the door open and we both ran out in
the freezing cold.

I crouched down and made a snow ball. I threw it at him.

"Hermione!" he yelled and began to chase me through the snow. Seeing him run at me I
began to run as hard as I could. The snow was deep and he had long legs to his advantage.
The snow cam up to my waist so I could barely move.

It didn't take long for him to catch me. He grabbed me around the shoulders. I slipped and
fell, dragging him down into the snow. Laying side by side, I began to laugh. I couldn't help
it. It just came out. He looked at me and began laughing to. All too soon we were laughing
freaks. we couldn't stop at all.

Viktor sat up, his hair covered in snow. He pulled me up. I, of course, was still laughing,
though not as much. He pulled me close and kissed me. Again, he kissed me! Instead of
sitting there like a lump, I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He put
his hands on my waist. Our kiss was becoming more and more passionate. He and I both fell
back into the snow, kissing.

He stopped and pulled back, blushing, but he was still half on top of me. Realizing this, he
moved beck, but I wouldn't let him. I pulled him back to kiss him again.

Though I was dressed lightly, his body heat kept me warm. We kissed and held each other for
ages.

While we were making out, someone drawled, "Oh, god, that is sick. A pureblood and a
mudblood making out."






Sorry, it was short. But, hey! It was really fluffy! That deserves something!




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