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Hermione buried her head in her arms, wishing to just fade away. She couldn't believe it. KRUM had quit Quidditch for her.
She looked blindly on through the Sorting Ceremony, not even clapping when new Gryffindors came.
She needed to speak to Krum. Urgently.
"Hermione, you're trying to eat your fork." Harry's voice seeped into her brain.
"What?" Hermione tugged the fork out of her mouth. It was empty.
"Oh." She said, embarrassed.
Quickly, she dumped some chicken onto her plate, cutting it up while thinking desperately about what she could possibly do.
Damn it! She wasn't even in love with him. She was in love with DOM, and Krum had quit Quidditch for her. Ugh.
"Are you trying to make mashed chicken or something, chicken mince?" Ron joked, but Hermione wasn't listening.
"BOO!" Ron poked her in the shoulder.
Hermione still kept on cutting, even though her chicken had been reduced to tiny little grains.
"You try it, Harry." Ron muttered.
Harry poked her.
"What? Harry?" Hermione jolted up.
"If you're trying to reduce that chicken into dust, you might as well use your wand. It'll be easier, for one."
"Oh." Hermione scooped up the fine chicken particles with her spoon.
"Why did she hear you, but not me?" Demanded Ron.
Harry shrugged. ~
Hermione threw her fork down as soon as Dumbledore said dinner was over. She raced to Krum.
"What the heck is going on?" She demanded.
"I'm your teacher, Herm-own-ninny!" Krum sounded excited. "Defence Against ze Dark Arts."
"You quit Quidditch for me?" Hermione asked, tremulously. "Oh Viktor."
Krum shuffled his feet. "Um, not quite."
"Really?" Hermione asked eagerly. "Can you return back to Bulgaria then?"
"No. I just retired for one year, next year I'll be back full time." Krum said awkwardly.
"That's good. Can't you just-" Hermione stopped. He loved her, although she didn't return his affection, she could at least pretend. "Thanks."
Krum hugged her. "You can go back to Bulgaria next summer, and we could haff heaps of fun. I think zat is ze expression you use, right?"
Hermione nodded moodily, "yeah." ~
That night, she dreamed.
She was in the beach waiting for Dom.
Then he came, but she couldn't see his face.
"Dom? Dom?" Hermione tried to get him to look at her. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing. nothing that you can do, MUDBLOOD."
Then his face changed to Malfoy's. Hermione screamed.
She woke up.
What a nightmare.
She shook her head. Why the hell was she thinking of MALFOY?
Her bedclothes were soaked with sweat. She shivered, hugging herself.
It was going to be all right. Surely, it was going to be all right.
~
Ron picked up his cup, taking a deep swig of pumpkin juice. "We have Krum first period. I'd love to see what that idiot teaches."
Harry elbowed Ron. "Hermione!"
Hermione stumbled towards her seat, "Ugh! What a bad night's sleep! I woke up like 7 times!"
"Why?"
"Don't worry." Hermione was clearly in a bad temper. She sawed through her bacon angrily, her knife making horribly screechy noise that Harry found resembled mermen in the Lake.
"We have defence against dark arts first."
"I know." Hermione said irritably. "Then I have Arithmacy. At least I can look forward to that."
"Wait a moment, Hermione, isn't Krum meant to be your boyfriend?"
"Well, I never friggin' asked him to come to Hogwarts, did I? NO!" Hermione bit viciously into her bacon then spilt half her pumpkin juice on the tablecloth, as her hand was shaking so much.
"Come on, Hermione. It can't be that bad." Ron began. Harry was surprised why Ron spoke for Krum's defence.
"Shut up, Ron! What the hell do you know?" Hermione shoved a slice of toast in her mouth, and then stormed out of the Hall.
Ron stared at her, gaping. "Well, SHE'S in a bad mood."
"Did you have a fight with your girlfriend, Weasel, or is it her time of the month?" A familiar, sneering voice asked.
"Keep your comments to yourself, MALFOY." Spat Ron. "Lets go, Harry."
They filed out.
Malfoy stared after them, shaking his head.
He knew exactly what was going on.
~
Krum swept in, carrying a whole load of textbooks. "Good morning, class!" He said cheerfully.
No one replied.
Krum shrugged, "today, we'll be studying about minor curses- the ones that won't condemn you for life in Azkaban, but can still do a lot of damage." (Presume he's speaking in his Bulgarian accent, OK? I'm not Bulgarian. so it doesn't help.)
"Now, who knows some hexes?"
Harry, feeling sorry for him, stuck up his hand. "The Stunning spell?"
"Very good, Potter. 10 points to Gryffindor."
Harry's eyes widened. That was a lot of points for one question.
"What else?"
Seamus and Dean were fighting with Fred and George's fake wands at the back of the classroom.
Krum's eyes flickered to them, but travelled back to Hermione, eyes pleading.
Hermione reluctantly stuck her hand up. "The Jelly Legs hex?"
"Very good, Ms Granger. 10 points to Gryffindor."
Krum launched into a lecture about curses, the whole class practically drifted to sleep.
"So, are there any questions?" Asked Krum.
Seamus stuck up his hand.
"Yes?" Krum smiled at him, relieved.
"Why the hell are you, a QUIDDITCH player, teaching a bunch of 5th year kids?"
"Seamus, I don't think that was necessary." Harry called back. Krum seemed upset.
The bell rang.
Hermione was first to leave, not even speaking to Krum.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry demanded. "What are you trying to prove?"
"Nothing!" Hermione said, storming off.
Ron shrugged. "Let's go, Harry."
Harry shook his head. "We should speak to Krum first."
They approached Krum's desk tentatively. "Are you all right?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I'm all right." Krum's voice was bitter.
"You don't sound all right."
Ron was making faces behind Krum, mouthing 'LET'S GO.'
"Why is Herm-own-ninny all angry at me? Did I do something wrong?" Krum asked.
"You quit Quidditch, the one thing you're good at. You SUCK at Defence Against Dark Arts."
"I came first in Durmstrang in Dark Arts!" Krum protested.
"Not the Defence of it, I'll bet." Harry sighed. "Try to make the classes more interesting, if you do want to teach. Maybe bring in a few 'dark creatures'; I think you can order them from some place. Involve the class in more. Make the classes FUN. You could even include Quidditch!"
Krum raised his head a little. "Do you think I can?"
Harry gave him an encouraging smile. "Go for it. I have to go now; I have Divination. say, do you think you can coach the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
"Sure. Why not?" Krum shrugged, looking very relieved.
~
Harry and Ron settled on the pouffes in front of Professor Trelawney, who was assembling several crystal balls.
"Today, you'll be learning advanced crystal gazing. this is when you can see large bits of the upcoming future. or even to the past. You have to open your mind a relieve your memories, cast out what you want to know to the crystal ball."
Crystal balls appeared in front of each person.
Harry looked into his, trying to clear his mind, but he was thinking of Hermione. Why was she so off?
"I can see mist, more mist and MORE mist." Ron said breathily, imitating Professor Trelawney. "Your future is very clouded."
Harry choked back a snort. Then he frowned. He was actually seeing something in his crystal ball.
It was Hermione, kissing someone who definitely was NOT Krum. The blonde haired boy reminded Harry strangely of Malfoy.
Suddenly, the images changed. The boy advanced on her with a wand. He shouted an incantation.
Hermione fell back senseless.
Suddenly, Harry could hear Hermione's voice in his mind. "I keep on seeing him, I don't know why! No one has ever looked at me like that." There was a sob. "I can't see his face. I can't even recall what he looks like! I love him, Ron, I truly do. More than I can ever love."
Hermione's voice was cut off.
Harry found that he had toppled off his pouffe, and his connection with the ball had vanished.
"My dear boy!" Professor Trelawney hurried over to him. "What did you see?"
Harry shook his head. "Nothing, Professor." He said shakily.
He knew what Hermione was going to say. She loved the boy more than she could ever love Ron, or Krum, or anyone else, for that matter.
Hermione was in danger- because that stranger, Harry had a feeling that the blonde headed boy was Malfoy.
~
OK!
How great was that? ^_~
Please review!
Wev.
It has been pretty long, so I guess I'll start updating now.
Thanx for all the reviews, guys! :):):)
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Hermione buried her head in her arms, wishing to just fade away. She couldn't believe it. KRUM had quit Quidditch for her.
She looked blindly on through the Sorting Ceremony, not even clapping when new Gryffindors came.
She needed to speak to Krum. Urgently.
"Hermione, you're trying to eat your fork." Harry's voice seeped into her brain.
"What?" Hermione tugged the fork out of her mouth. It was empty.
"Oh." She said, embarrassed.
Quickly, she dumped some chicken onto her plate, cutting it up while thinking desperately about what she could possibly do.
Damn it! She wasn't even in love with him. She was in love with DOM, and Krum had quit Quidditch for her. Ugh.
"Are you trying to make mashed chicken or something, chicken mince?" Ron joked, but Hermione wasn't listening.
"BOO!" Ron poked her in the shoulder.
Hermione still kept on cutting, even though her chicken had been reduced to tiny little grains.
"You try it, Harry." Ron muttered.
Harry poked her.
"What? Harry?" Hermione jolted up.
"If you're trying to reduce that chicken into dust, you might as well use your wand. It'll be easier, for one."
"Oh." Hermione scooped up the fine chicken particles with her spoon.
"Why did she hear you, but not me?" Demanded Ron.
Harry shrugged. ~
Hermione threw her fork down as soon as Dumbledore said dinner was over. She raced to Krum.
"What the heck is going on?" She demanded.
"I'm your teacher, Herm-own-ninny!" Krum sounded excited. "Defence Against ze Dark Arts."
"You quit Quidditch for me?" Hermione asked, tremulously. "Oh Viktor."
Krum shuffled his feet. "Um, not quite."
"Really?" Hermione asked eagerly. "Can you return back to Bulgaria then?"
"No. I just retired for one year, next year I'll be back full time." Krum said awkwardly.
"That's good. Can't you just-" Hermione stopped. He loved her, although she didn't return his affection, she could at least pretend. "Thanks."
Krum hugged her. "You can go back to Bulgaria next summer, and we could haff heaps of fun. I think zat is ze expression you use, right?"
Hermione nodded moodily, "yeah." ~
That night, she dreamed.
She was in the beach waiting for Dom.
Then he came, but she couldn't see his face.
"Dom? Dom?" Hermione tried to get him to look at her. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing. nothing that you can do, MUDBLOOD."
Then his face changed to Malfoy's. Hermione screamed.
She woke up.
What a nightmare.
She shook her head. Why the hell was she thinking of MALFOY?
Her bedclothes were soaked with sweat. She shivered, hugging herself.
It was going to be all right. Surely, it was going to be all right.
~
Ron picked up his cup, taking a deep swig of pumpkin juice. "We have Krum first period. I'd love to see what that idiot teaches."
Harry elbowed Ron. "Hermione!"
Hermione stumbled towards her seat, "Ugh! What a bad night's sleep! I woke up like 7 times!"
"Why?"
"Don't worry." Hermione was clearly in a bad temper. She sawed through her bacon angrily, her knife making horribly screechy noise that Harry found resembled mermen in the Lake.
"We have defence against dark arts first."
"I know." Hermione said irritably. "Then I have Arithmacy. At least I can look forward to that."
"Wait a moment, Hermione, isn't Krum meant to be your boyfriend?"
"Well, I never friggin' asked him to come to Hogwarts, did I? NO!" Hermione bit viciously into her bacon then spilt half her pumpkin juice on the tablecloth, as her hand was shaking so much.
"Come on, Hermione. It can't be that bad." Ron began. Harry was surprised why Ron spoke for Krum's defence.
"Shut up, Ron! What the hell do you know?" Hermione shoved a slice of toast in her mouth, and then stormed out of the Hall.
Ron stared at her, gaping. "Well, SHE'S in a bad mood."
"Did you have a fight with your girlfriend, Weasel, or is it her time of the month?" A familiar, sneering voice asked.
"Keep your comments to yourself, MALFOY." Spat Ron. "Lets go, Harry."
They filed out.
Malfoy stared after them, shaking his head.
He knew exactly what was going on.
~
Krum swept in, carrying a whole load of textbooks. "Good morning, class!" He said cheerfully.
No one replied.
Krum shrugged, "today, we'll be studying about minor curses- the ones that won't condemn you for life in Azkaban, but can still do a lot of damage." (Presume he's speaking in his Bulgarian accent, OK? I'm not Bulgarian. so it doesn't help.)
"Now, who knows some hexes?"
Harry, feeling sorry for him, stuck up his hand. "The Stunning spell?"
"Very good, Potter. 10 points to Gryffindor."
Harry's eyes widened. That was a lot of points for one question.
"What else?"
Seamus and Dean were fighting with Fred and George's fake wands at the back of the classroom.
Krum's eyes flickered to them, but travelled back to Hermione, eyes pleading.
Hermione reluctantly stuck her hand up. "The Jelly Legs hex?"
"Very good, Ms Granger. 10 points to Gryffindor."
Krum launched into a lecture about curses, the whole class practically drifted to sleep.
"So, are there any questions?" Asked Krum.
Seamus stuck up his hand.
"Yes?" Krum smiled at him, relieved.
"Why the hell are you, a QUIDDITCH player, teaching a bunch of 5th year kids?"
"Seamus, I don't think that was necessary." Harry called back. Krum seemed upset.
The bell rang.
Hermione was first to leave, not even speaking to Krum.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry demanded. "What are you trying to prove?"
"Nothing!" Hermione said, storming off.
Ron shrugged. "Let's go, Harry."
Harry shook his head. "We should speak to Krum first."
They approached Krum's desk tentatively. "Are you all right?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I'm all right." Krum's voice was bitter.
"You don't sound all right."
Ron was making faces behind Krum, mouthing 'LET'S GO.'
"Why is Herm-own-ninny all angry at me? Did I do something wrong?" Krum asked.
"You quit Quidditch, the one thing you're good at. You SUCK at Defence Against Dark Arts."
"I came first in Durmstrang in Dark Arts!" Krum protested.
"Not the Defence of it, I'll bet." Harry sighed. "Try to make the classes more interesting, if you do want to teach. Maybe bring in a few 'dark creatures'; I think you can order them from some place. Involve the class in more. Make the classes FUN. You could even include Quidditch!"
Krum raised his head a little. "Do you think I can?"
Harry gave him an encouraging smile. "Go for it. I have to go now; I have Divination. say, do you think you can coach the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
"Sure. Why not?" Krum shrugged, looking very relieved.
~
Harry and Ron settled on the pouffes in front of Professor Trelawney, who was assembling several crystal balls.
"Today, you'll be learning advanced crystal gazing. this is when you can see large bits of the upcoming future. or even to the past. You have to open your mind a relieve your memories, cast out what you want to know to the crystal ball."
Crystal balls appeared in front of each person.
Harry looked into his, trying to clear his mind, but he was thinking of Hermione. Why was she so off?
"I can see mist, more mist and MORE mist." Ron said breathily, imitating Professor Trelawney. "Your future is very clouded."
Harry choked back a snort. Then he frowned. He was actually seeing something in his crystal ball.
It was Hermione, kissing someone who definitely was NOT Krum. The blonde haired boy reminded Harry strangely of Malfoy.
Suddenly, the images changed. The boy advanced on her with a wand. He shouted an incantation.
Hermione fell back senseless.
Suddenly, Harry could hear Hermione's voice in his mind. "I keep on seeing him, I don't know why! No one has ever looked at me like that." There was a sob. "I can't see his face. I can't even recall what he looks like! I love him, Ron, I truly do. More than I can ever love."
Hermione's voice was cut off.
Harry found that he had toppled off his pouffe, and his connection with the ball had vanished.
"My dear boy!" Professor Trelawney hurried over to him. "What did you see?"
Harry shook his head. "Nothing, Professor." He said shakily.
He knew what Hermione was going to say. She loved the boy more than she could ever love Ron, or Krum, or anyone else, for that matter.
Hermione was in danger- because that stranger, Harry had a feeling that the blonde headed boy was Malfoy.
~
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