A/N THANK YOU, REVIEWERS!!!! I'm going to make this chapter a little longer than the others. I hope you ppl will review and let me know you're alive out there! *hears echo* *Looks in both directions* *raises eyebrows*
An hour later Hermione stood upon a stool as the seamstress and her assistant measured her the dress that she was to wear to the banquet.
Viktor was not present for the measuring required Hermione to strip down to her underclothes.
After getting poked at several times by both the seamstress and her assistant, Hermione was allowed to put her clothes back on.
"Much too skinny, milady," the seamstress said, writing down some measurements onto a piece of paper.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, politely.
The seamstress looked up. "It's good to be skinny, milady. But you are too skinny. It looks as though you haven't eaten in months."
Hermione looked at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. She stared at the girl in the mirror. A very skinny girl, too. I suppose I should stop going to the library during lunch, Hermione thought.
The door knocked and the seamstress's assistant allowed Viktor to enter. He strode over to the seamstress and started talking to her quickly in Russian. Hermione could hardly keep up with who was saying what. But she did know that it was about her. The seamstress and Viktor would look at her,
talk a bit, look at her again, converse, and so on.
Finally, Viktor nodded to the seamstress and her assistant and beckoned Hermione to follow him.
"What did you say to the seamstress?" Hermione asked after they had the seamstress shop.
"Nothing," Viktor said.
"Tell me," Hermione pleaded.
"It will ruin the surprise if I tell you, sweetling."
Hermione put on her pleading look and stared at Viktor. He refused to say anything more.
He bid Hermione good-bye when they reached her rooms. She walked in and flopped down on her bed.
Her thoughts drifted for awhile until the settled on the name Viktor had called her. Sweetling. Was she his sweetling? Whatever that meant. Maybe it was a Bulgarian word that men said to women.
Would this "sweetling" word meant that she and Viktor were a couple? Hermione never thought of them as dating since it really had never been made official. Sure, they did everything that a real couple did. The kissing, the romantic gestures (Viktor did most of those, Hermione didn't know how
to), visiting each other, and just acting like a couple.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to date Viktor. It was something big for her. Never to have a boyfriend and then all of a sudden have the heart of a famous Quidditch player in you hands confused Hermione. She knew she should've asked her mother about it before she left but forgot about it.
But when she thought of her 4th Year and everything that had happened and how Viktor treated her, she knew the answer to that question. It was simple.
Two hours before dinner and the banquet, a maid shook Hermione awake.
"It's time to get ready for the banquet, milady," the maid told her.
Hermione stood up and stretched. She looked over to the desk in the corner and saw a large box on it.
"What's that?" she asked the maid.
"That, my lady, is your gown for this evening. Go open it," the maid said warmly.
Hermione stepped over to the desk and slowly lifted the top of the box. Inside was a gown. A beautiful gown. She lifted the dress out of the box to get a better look at it.
The maid walked over to her. "Milady, shall I help you dress?"
"No, that won't be necessary," Hermione began but then she noticed all the other garments that the maid was pulling out of the box. "There is just one dress in there, isn't there?"
"Yes, milady. Only one," the maid replied.
"Then I suppose I will need your help."
YAY THE BANQUET WILL BE FUN!!!! REVIEW! PLEEZE???
Please, please, please, read my fic The Boyfriend. Here's the summary:
After Hermione, Harry, and Ron left Hogwarts for good, Hermione moved to Los Angeles leaving Harry and Ron in London. A year later, she's coming home for a little visit and she's not alone. She's bringing her muggle boyfriend with hopes that Harry and Ron will approve of him.
Wait! Don't shrug the fic off just yet! Here's the catch: Hermione's boyfriend is a muggle, madly in love with her, and not an OC.
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
An hour later Hermione stood upon a stool as the seamstress and her assistant measured her the dress that she was to wear to the banquet.
Viktor was not present for the measuring required Hermione to strip down to her underclothes.
After getting poked at several times by both the seamstress and her assistant, Hermione was allowed to put her clothes back on.
"Much too skinny, milady," the seamstress said, writing down some measurements onto a piece of paper.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, politely.
The seamstress looked up. "It's good to be skinny, milady. But you are too skinny. It looks as though you haven't eaten in months."
Hermione looked at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. She stared at the girl in the mirror. A very skinny girl, too. I suppose I should stop going to the library during lunch, Hermione thought.
The door knocked and the seamstress's assistant allowed Viktor to enter. He strode over to the seamstress and started talking to her quickly in Russian. Hermione could hardly keep up with who was saying what. But she did know that it was about her. The seamstress and Viktor would look at her,
talk a bit, look at her again, converse, and so on.
Finally, Viktor nodded to the seamstress and her assistant and beckoned Hermione to follow him.
"What did you say to the seamstress?" Hermione asked after they had the seamstress shop.
"Nothing," Viktor said.
"Tell me," Hermione pleaded.
"It will ruin the surprise if I tell you, sweetling."
Hermione put on her pleading look and stared at Viktor. He refused to say anything more.
He bid Hermione good-bye when they reached her rooms. She walked in and flopped down on her bed.
Her thoughts drifted for awhile until the settled on the name Viktor had called her. Sweetling. Was she his sweetling? Whatever that meant. Maybe it was a Bulgarian word that men said to women.
Would this "sweetling" word meant that she and Viktor were a couple? Hermione never thought of them as dating since it really had never been made official. Sure, they did everything that a real couple did. The kissing, the romantic gestures (Viktor did most of those, Hermione didn't know how
to), visiting each other, and just acting like a couple.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to date Viktor. It was something big for her. Never to have a boyfriend and then all of a sudden have the heart of a famous Quidditch player in you hands confused Hermione. She knew she should've asked her mother about it before she left but forgot about it.
But when she thought of her 4th Year and everything that had happened and how Viktor treated her, she knew the answer to that question. It was simple.
Two hours before dinner and the banquet, a maid shook Hermione awake.
"It's time to get ready for the banquet, milady," the maid told her.
Hermione stood up and stretched. She looked over to the desk in the corner and saw a large box on it.
"What's that?" she asked the maid.
"That, my lady, is your gown for this evening. Go open it," the maid said warmly.
Hermione stepped over to the desk and slowly lifted the top of the box. Inside was a gown. A beautiful gown. She lifted the dress out of the box to get a better look at it.
The maid walked over to her. "Milady, shall I help you dress?"
"No, that won't be necessary," Hermione began but then she noticed all the other garments that the maid was pulling out of the box. "There is just one dress in there, isn't there?"
"Yes, milady. Only one," the maid replied.
"Then I suppose I will need your help."
YAY THE BANQUET WILL BE FUN!!!! REVIEW! PLEEZE???
Please, please, please, read my fic The Boyfriend. Here's the summary:
After Hermione, Harry, and Ron left Hogwarts for good, Hermione moved to Los Angeles leaving Harry and Ron in London. A year later, she's coming home for a little visit and she's not alone. She's bringing her muggle boyfriend with hopes that Harry and Ron will approve of him.
Wait! Don't shrug the fic off just yet! Here's the catch: Hermione's boyfriend is a muggle, madly in love with her, and not an OC.
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff