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*
This is the important chapter where you finally have an idea of what Viktor has been keeping from Hermione. Oh yeah, when you read this, pretend you know NOTHING about Bulgaria. It helps. I don't want any reviews saying that it isn't done like this and stuff like that.
Secrets Withheld
Viktor was done speaking, but Hermione didn't want to talk to him. She stood up and gracefully exited the hall, her slippers clicking softing on the marble floor.
When she entered the hall, she looked left to right, trying to remember which way her room was. She chose left and began her clicking walk in search of her room.
Within ten minutes she was lost. Everything she saw either looked unfamiliar or the same as everything else she had seen.
"I need a map," she mumbled to herself.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps pounding behind her. She turned, hoping to find a servant who could direct her. No such luck. It was Viktor.
"Hermione." He stopped in front of her. "Listen to me."
"How could you lie to me?" she demanded.
"About being a prince? Do you blame me for not telling you? Most girls only want to go out with me because of my title. I didn't want you to be the same."
"But, I'm not like them. You said so yourself."
"Never mind what I said. The fact is that I couldn't tell you. We're so comfortable together that I thought something like this would ruin it."
"So, that's why you wanted to come to England instead," she said. He nodded. "No wonder you have such a nice palace."
"It's been in the family for years," he said, smiling.
They both silent for a moment, then Hermione said, "If you're a prince, what does that make me?"
"The Prince's lover," Viktor said quietly. "If you want."
Hermione smiled. "I'd like that. And maybe, if the Prince is good, he can have a princess."
"But what if he's bad?"
"We'll see," she said smiling.
"Do you want me to take you back to your room?"
"Would you?" Hermione was relieved.
"You should've taken a right, instead of a left when you exited the hall," Viktor said.
"I feel really smart now."
They walked back down the corridor to the banquet hall.
"I probably shouldn't mention this, but something's telling me to."
"What's that, Viktor?"
"When we were at the airport waiting for you, my father asked me if I had proposed to you yet," he said, chuckling.
"He did?"
"Yeah."
"What did you say." Hermione stopped as did Viktor. She look at him.
"I told him that I hadn't planned on it for a long time because of how different things are in England than here and because......" Viktor looked at her. She was thinking, he knew.
She bit her lip and said something that she would never understand the reasoning behind. "Yes."
"Pardon?"
"Yes, I'll marry you," she said, looking up at him.
"You will?" Viktor asked, looking at her.
"I love you. You love me. It feels right," she said.
"You're right." He smiled. "It does." And with that he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
THE END!
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Please review! I love reviews....they're my food! Don't let me die! Please! I beg! I'm too young to die!!!
I am sooo on a roll! This is the 3rd fic I've finished today! WOW!!! I love my writing today! WOO!
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
This is the important chapter where you finally have an idea of what Viktor has been keeping from Hermione. Oh yeah, when you read this, pretend you know NOTHING about Bulgaria. It helps. I don't want any reviews saying that it isn't done like this and stuff like that.
Secrets Withheld
Viktor was done speaking, but Hermione didn't want to talk to him. She stood up and gracefully exited the hall, her slippers clicking softing on the marble floor.
When she entered the hall, she looked left to right, trying to remember which way her room was. She chose left and began her clicking walk in search of her room.
Within ten minutes she was lost. Everything she saw either looked unfamiliar or the same as everything else she had seen.
"I need a map," she mumbled to herself.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps pounding behind her. She turned, hoping to find a servant who could direct her. No such luck. It was Viktor.
"Hermione." He stopped in front of her. "Listen to me."
"How could you lie to me?" she demanded.
"About being a prince? Do you blame me for not telling you? Most girls only want to go out with me because of my title. I didn't want you to be the same."
"But, I'm not like them. You said so yourself."
"Never mind what I said. The fact is that I couldn't tell you. We're so comfortable together that I thought something like this would ruin it."
"So, that's why you wanted to come to England instead," she said. He nodded. "No wonder you have such a nice palace."
"It's been in the family for years," he said, smiling.
They both silent for a moment, then Hermione said, "If you're a prince, what does that make me?"
"The Prince's lover," Viktor said quietly. "If you want."
Hermione smiled. "I'd like that. And maybe, if the Prince is good, he can have a princess."
"But what if he's bad?"
"We'll see," she said smiling.
"Do you want me to take you back to your room?"
"Would you?" Hermione was relieved.
"You should've taken a right, instead of a left when you exited the hall," Viktor said.
"I feel really smart now."
They walked back down the corridor to the banquet hall.
"I probably shouldn't mention this, but something's telling me to."
"What's that, Viktor?"
"When we were at the airport waiting for you, my father asked me if I had proposed to you yet," he said, chuckling.
"He did?"
"Yeah."
"What did you say." Hermione stopped as did Viktor. She look at him.
"I told him that I hadn't planned on it for a long time because of how different things are in England than here and because......" Viktor looked at her. She was thinking, he knew.
She bit her lip and said something that she would never understand the reasoning behind. "Yes."
"Pardon?"
"Yes, I'll marry you," she said, looking up at him.
"You will?" Viktor asked, looking at her.
"I love you. You love me. It feels right," she said.
"You're right." He smiled. "It does." And with that he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
THE END!
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Please review! I love reviews....they're my food! Don't let me die! Please! I beg! I'm too young to die!!!
I am sooo on a roll! This is the 3rd fic I've finished today! WOW!!! I love my writing today! WOO!
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff