Disclaimer: Once again, I don't any of these characters...except for Olga Bulstrich...but I do own the story!
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Draco walked around the castle, not yet wanting to go back to the dungeons. He was muttering under his breath the whole time.
"Can't believe I just did that. Stupid. Clumsy Granger." When he was almost one o'clock in the morning, Draco finally returned to the dungeons, and into his room. He climbed into his bed, and stared at the black and silver ceiling. His mind drifted to that night's events, and how he held Hermione in his arms. How his lips made contact with her soft, rosy cheeks. Those twinkling brown eyes of hers. How graceful she was when she danced. He kept thinking about her, until his eyes finally closed.
Meanwhile, the prefects didn't get back to their house, until about a quarter after one. They were all tired, so they each muttered a quick 'goodnight' before heading to their seperate rooms. There, she took off the sparkles and the make-up. She took off her Oscar-night type dress, and slipped into a pair of silk pajama pants, and a white tank top. Crookshanks was already sleeping at the foot of her bed, so she just bent down and quietly kissed the top of his head. She was about to turn off the lights, when she noticed a folded note on the top of her pillow. She sat down, and opened it up. There, written in his distictive writing, was a letter from Viktor Krum. As she read it, she could hear the deep, calm voice of her first love.
' My dearest Hermy-own-ninny, (he wrote, and she imagined saying) it has been long time since ve have been writing. I am missing you very very much. I vant you to know, that you vere my favourite girl, and i vill never forgot you. I am still Seeker for Bulgaria. I am thinking that ve vill be traveling soon though, for a vorld tournament. I von't be able to write to you for avhile, because I vill need rest. I am hoping that you and Harry and Ron vill come and visit me again. Soon. Tell Harry and Ron that they are always velcome in Bulgaria. I am thinking that you are vondering vhat is going on here. I have a new girl. She is very vell known here in Bulgaria. She is named Olga Bulstrich. She is very very nice girl. I vant you to meet her, soon. But remember this, you will alvays be the one I care about the most. Olga doesn't know that I sometimes compare the vay she dances vith you. She not dance the vay you dance. At the Yule Ball, remember? I am hoping that you remember that, cause that is my favourite memory of Hogvarts. Vell, that is all for now. I miss you and Harry and Ron. Send an owl to me, I am hoping that you will send one very quick. Merry Christmas to you and Harry and Ron. Goodbye, my Hermy-own-ninny! Your friend, Viktor Krum'
She sighed, the memories flowing back to her. He had found someone else, and she was still Hermione Granger. The girl who knows everything.
' Maybe it was Viktor that was at the ball tonight,' she silently hoped. But then she remembered that he had dark brown eyes, that looked black, not silver. The only person she knew that had those cold, silver eyes were...
"Oh my gosh!" She said aloud. Crookshanks heard her and srung up, awaking from his slumber.
"It can't be," she dropped her voice to a whisper.
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*music playing in the backround* dun, dun, dun...so has Hermione figured out who it was? Find out...
-Baby T
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Draco walked around the castle, not yet wanting to go back to the dungeons. He was muttering under his breath the whole time.
"Can't believe I just did that. Stupid. Clumsy Granger." When he was almost one o'clock in the morning, Draco finally returned to the dungeons, and into his room. He climbed into his bed, and stared at the black and silver ceiling. His mind drifted to that night's events, and how he held Hermione in his arms. How his lips made contact with her soft, rosy cheeks. Those twinkling brown eyes of hers. How graceful she was when she danced. He kept thinking about her, until his eyes finally closed.
Meanwhile, the prefects didn't get back to their house, until about a quarter after one. They were all tired, so they each muttered a quick 'goodnight' before heading to their seperate rooms. There, she took off the sparkles and the make-up. She took off her Oscar-night type dress, and slipped into a pair of silk pajama pants, and a white tank top. Crookshanks was already sleeping at the foot of her bed, so she just bent down and quietly kissed the top of his head. She was about to turn off the lights, when she noticed a folded note on the top of her pillow. She sat down, and opened it up. There, written in his distictive writing, was a letter from Viktor Krum. As she read it, she could hear the deep, calm voice of her first love.
' My dearest Hermy-own-ninny, (he wrote, and she imagined saying) it has been long time since ve have been writing. I am missing you very very much. I vant you to know, that you vere my favourite girl, and i vill never forgot you. I am still Seeker for Bulgaria. I am thinking that ve vill be traveling soon though, for a vorld tournament. I von't be able to write to you for avhile, because I vill need rest. I am hoping that you and Harry and Ron vill come and visit me again. Soon. Tell Harry and Ron that they are always velcome in Bulgaria. I am thinking that you are vondering vhat is going on here. I have a new girl. She is very vell known here in Bulgaria. She is named Olga Bulstrich. She is very very nice girl. I vant you to meet her, soon. But remember this, you will alvays be the one I care about the most. Olga doesn't know that I sometimes compare the vay she dances vith you. She not dance the vay you dance. At the Yule Ball, remember? I am hoping that you remember that, cause that is my favourite memory of Hogvarts. Vell, that is all for now. I miss you and Harry and Ron. Send an owl to me, I am hoping that you will send one very quick. Merry Christmas to you and Harry and Ron. Goodbye, my Hermy-own-ninny! Your friend, Viktor Krum'
She sighed, the memories flowing back to her. He had found someone else, and she was still Hermione Granger. The girl who knows everything.
' Maybe it was Viktor that was at the ball tonight,' she silently hoped. But then she remembered that he had dark brown eyes, that looked black, not silver. The only person she knew that had those cold, silver eyes were...
"Oh my gosh!" She said aloud. Crookshanks heard her and srung up, awaking from his slumber.
"It can't be," she dropped her voice to a whisper.
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*music playing in the backround* dun, dun, dun...so has Hermione figured out who it was? Find out...
-Baby T