"And with Smith catching the snitch, America goes to the Quidditch Cup in
Spain in two weeks." the announcer said when the game was over.
The crowd cheered loudly. Down on the fields, you could see the cheerleaders ranting on their last routine.
"It is sort of weird." Ron said. "Witches dressed in uniforms doing flips and turns and without magic!"
"Hey Ron, did you notice anything weird about Hermione?" asked Harry while all of the audience was trying to get out of the stadium.
"Yeah, she's been real quiet lately. She didn't even bother to tell us which was worse-veelas or cheerleaders." He stared at her, wanting to talk to her, know what had happened. "I just hope she's okay."
On the way back, nobody spoke. It seemed like Hermione's silence was caught by everyone. The game was over, Bulgaria lost, and it was like sadness was upon everyone on what was supposed to be Harry's best day.
When they got back to the mansion, dinner was ready for them. Hermione sat in between Harry and Ginny, away from Krum. She barely touched her food, silent throughout, and only smiled when a cake came floating out of the kitchen and everyone sung "Happy Birthday" until he blew out the candles.
After dinner, Ron said goodbye to his family; went upstairs and changed and then went to bed. Harry caught up with Hermione just after the Weasleys left.
"Hermione, are you okay?"
"Yes Harry, I'm fine." Harry could sense that something was wrong by the tone of her voice.
"Are you sure? Because during the game you were really...Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes. I'm fine. Goodnight Harry."
He left and went to bed. He couldn't help it, but he kept feeling that something was wrong and it had something to do with Krum.
***
Hermione sat back in her chair, looking at her finished holiday homework. She had finished them a week ago, so excited to go to Bulgaria to visit Viktor Krum, the boy that she had met a few months ago. It was new, having a boyfriend and all, but she wanted to know how it felt, to have someone of whom you like, like you back. Her muggle parents felt awkward at first, having their daughter like a boy; an older boy. But they knew that they could trust her, they knew she was responsible and she could take care of herself. They knew she was safe among Harry and Ron.
Ron Weasley was the boy who always got in her skin. The two didn't even got along until Ron saved her from a troll on their first year. But even after then, the two always fought. It was like they communicated that way.
There were two knocks on the door. Hermione stood up and opened it. It was Krum.
"Come on in."
"Thanks." He took a seat on the chair while she sat on the bed.
"I know that you're here because of what I've said earlier. I didn't mean it you know."
"Of course you did."
"No I didn't. Look, it was a mistake. I know it was a mistake because-"
"You love him. I heard it. And so did you. And the way you said it, I knew it came from the heart. I love you Hermione, I do. But I know you love him." He got up, walked toward her, kissed her on the head and walked out of the room.
She lied on the bed asking her herself 'Do I really like him? But why? Does he like me too?' For the first time in all of her life, Hermione Granger didn't know the answers to the questions.
The crowd cheered loudly. Down on the fields, you could see the cheerleaders ranting on their last routine.
"It is sort of weird." Ron said. "Witches dressed in uniforms doing flips and turns and without magic!"
"Hey Ron, did you notice anything weird about Hermione?" asked Harry while all of the audience was trying to get out of the stadium.
"Yeah, she's been real quiet lately. She didn't even bother to tell us which was worse-veelas or cheerleaders." He stared at her, wanting to talk to her, know what had happened. "I just hope she's okay."
On the way back, nobody spoke. It seemed like Hermione's silence was caught by everyone. The game was over, Bulgaria lost, and it was like sadness was upon everyone on what was supposed to be Harry's best day.
When they got back to the mansion, dinner was ready for them. Hermione sat in between Harry and Ginny, away from Krum. She barely touched her food, silent throughout, and only smiled when a cake came floating out of the kitchen and everyone sung "Happy Birthday" until he blew out the candles.
After dinner, Ron said goodbye to his family; went upstairs and changed and then went to bed. Harry caught up with Hermione just after the Weasleys left.
"Hermione, are you okay?"
"Yes Harry, I'm fine." Harry could sense that something was wrong by the tone of her voice.
"Are you sure? Because during the game you were really...Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes. I'm fine. Goodnight Harry."
He left and went to bed. He couldn't help it, but he kept feeling that something was wrong and it had something to do with Krum.
***
Hermione sat back in her chair, looking at her finished holiday homework. She had finished them a week ago, so excited to go to Bulgaria to visit Viktor Krum, the boy that she had met a few months ago. It was new, having a boyfriend and all, but she wanted to know how it felt, to have someone of whom you like, like you back. Her muggle parents felt awkward at first, having their daughter like a boy; an older boy. But they knew that they could trust her, they knew she was responsible and she could take care of herself. They knew she was safe among Harry and Ron.
Ron Weasley was the boy who always got in her skin. The two didn't even got along until Ron saved her from a troll on their first year. But even after then, the two always fought. It was like they communicated that way.
There were two knocks on the door. Hermione stood up and opened it. It was Krum.
"Come on in."
"Thanks." He took a seat on the chair while she sat on the bed.
"I know that you're here because of what I've said earlier. I didn't mean it you know."
"Of course you did."
"No I didn't. Look, it was a mistake. I know it was a mistake because-"
"You love him. I heard it. And so did you. And the way you said it, I knew it came from the heart. I love you Hermione, I do. But I know you love him." He got up, walked toward her, kissed her on the head and walked out of the room.
She lied on the bed asking her herself 'Do I really like him? But why? Does he like me too?' For the first time in all of her life, Hermione Granger didn't know the answers to the questions.