A/N THANK YOU, REVIEWERS!!!! See bottom.
I would have added this chapter sooner but I was on a weekend vacation so I couldn't. Here it is and I hope you like.
NO OWN. You know that.
As she waited, a man turned her around hugged her, then kissed her lightly on the lips. It was Viktor. Her Viktor.
"Hi, Viktor." She wrapped her arms around Viktor and smiled up at him. Even though they hadn't none each other very long, they truly adored each other.
"Hello, Hermione." Viktor, with his arms around her, lifted her up and swung her back and forth. "I've missed you so."
"I've missed you, too," Hermione said. She turned to see that Viktor's parents were standing nearby. Viktor's father was looking through the luggage at the name tags and then grabbed a suitcase which belonged to Hermione.
"Hello, Hermione," Viktor's mother said, smiling. "Ve've heard so much about you. I feel as though I already know you."
"Was it good?" Hermione asked.
"Very good," Mr. Krum said. "Too good. Ve vere beginning to think our son had fallen for a goddess or something."
Listening to Viktor and then his parents, Hermione had discovered that a year in London had made his accent less severe to a point that she hardly noticed it, but his parents were a different story. They both had heavy accents and that made it a little difficult to understand what they were saying. She would just have to pay attention then.
"Shall we head home?" Viktor asked, grabbing Hermione's bags from his father.
Hermione, Viktor, Mr. Krum, and Mrs. Krum headed outside the airport. Hermione was a little shocked to see that a limo was waiting for them but then remembered that Viktor was an international Quidditch star so of course he would have a limo.
A chauffeur held open the door and Viktor gestured for Hermione to slide in. He followed, then Mr. and Mrs. Krum.
REVIEW!! I'll get the rest posted later. You know that I would never leave you hanging here for too long. I'm on everyday working for you people!
Thanks to:
Jelsemium: Thanks! I hope you continue to read this!
L and LQ: Is NOT!!!!!!! NOT STRANGE!!!
Canibalistic Muse: What's a meth? Thanks!!!
Krum-Luver: I like Herm's mom too. Sorry about the mistake. It's for the plot you see.
Lady Gabriella of Queenscove: That is sooo horrible for Krum. Oh well, to each their own. I hate that saying, but oh well. I cried when Liam died. I was sooooooooooo mad when Jon and Alanna fought. I wanted to kill George. And I still do.
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
I would have added this chapter sooner but I was on a weekend vacation so I couldn't. Here it is and I hope you like.
NO OWN. You know that.
As she waited, a man turned her around hugged her, then kissed her lightly on the lips. It was Viktor. Her Viktor.
"Hi, Viktor." She wrapped her arms around Viktor and smiled up at him. Even though they hadn't none each other very long, they truly adored each other.
"Hello, Hermione." Viktor, with his arms around her, lifted her up and swung her back and forth. "I've missed you so."
"I've missed you, too," Hermione said. She turned to see that Viktor's parents were standing nearby. Viktor's father was looking through the luggage at the name tags and then grabbed a suitcase which belonged to Hermione.
"Hello, Hermione," Viktor's mother said, smiling. "Ve've heard so much about you. I feel as though I already know you."
"Was it good?" Hermione asked.
"Very good," Mr. Krum said. "Too good. Ve vere beginning to think our son had fallen for a goddess or something."
Listening to Viktor and then his parents, Hermione had discovered that a year in London had made his accent less severe to a point that she hardly noticed it, but his parents were a different story. They both had heavy accents and that made it a little difficult to understand what they were saying. She would just have to pay attention then.
"Shall we head home?" Viktor asked, grabbing Hermione's bags from his father.
Hermione, Viktor, Mr. Krum, and Mrs. Krum headed outside the airport. Hermione was a little shocked to see that a limo was waiting for them but then remembered that Viktor was an international Quidditch star so of course he would have a limo.
A chauffeur held open the door and Viktor gestured for Hermione to slide in. He followed, then Mr. and Mrs. Krum.
REVIEW!! I'll get the rest posted later. You know that I would never leave you hanging here for too long. I'm on everyday working for you people!
Thanks to:
Jelsemium: Thanks! I hope you continue to read this!
L and LQ: Is NOT!!!!!!! NOT STRANGE!!!
Canibalistic Muse: What's a meth? Thanks!!!
Krum-Luver: I like Herm's mom too. Sorry about the mistake. It's for the plot you see.
Lady Gabriella of Queenscove: That is sooo horrible for Krum. Oh well, to each their own. I hate that saying, but oh well. I cried when Liam died. I was sooooooooooo mad when Jon and Alanna fought. I wanted to kill George. And I still do.
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff