Hermione's Decision
A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter, that's a wish that won't ever come true, but then again would I truly want it to? I'd have to write books up to J.K.'s standard. AHHHHH! NNNOOOOOOOOQ!!! J.K. you keep them! (And yes that 'Q' is there for a reason. don't ask. its confusing)
Chapter 2
After careful consideration, Hermione decided. Yes, that was what she was going to do.
***
She took out the Floo Powder that he had given her, it seemed almost ironic that he had given it to her and she wasn't going to his house. She was standing by the Leaky Cauldron's fireplace. Hermione still had second thoughts about what she was doing, but it was too late to change her mind now.
She threw in some powder and saw the flames turn the familiar green, she called a final goodbye to her parents. She figured that this must be hard for them as she stepped into the fire. Off she went, spinning faster and faster until she finally began to slow down, she finally stopped and well out of the fireplace.
"Her-mon-ninny!" he said running towards her.
"Hello Viktor," she said, "How are you?"
"Very vell now that you are here."
"Viktor you are going to make me blush," she said, but thinking of blushing reminded her of Ron, and thinking of Ron was painful.
"You are beautiful even ven you blush."
"Oh thank you Viktor," she tried to say without thinking of Ron. But Hermione not thinking about Ron, ha, now that would be more of an accomplishment then having a perfect score in every class for the past four years had been.
"Vat is it my Hermioniny? You look like something is bothering you."
"It its okay Viktor. It's nothing." Nothing, that was all that would ever happen between Ron and her. But Viktor loved her; she might as well try to love him back.
"Vell if you ever want to talk, you know that I am here."
"Thanks Viktor, maybe later."
"I understand my Harmony. My mother is outside waiting for you."
The Krums all seemed to be very nice people, well Mrs. Krum at least. Hermione got the feeling that Mr. Krum didn't like her, but she had run into a lot of that in her previous four years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lost in her thoughts, Hermione barely realized that she was now walking alongside Viktor outside in the Bulgarian sun.
"Herme-ony!" Viktor's mother was now running across the field.
***
"Vat is that!" Viktor's mother asked one afternoon. She was pointing at a small round brown thing that was falling and rising, it had a large, red thing that it was rising and falling through the air with.
"It looks as if it is an owl that has a Howler," Viktor said using his Quidditch skills.
"Pig!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Pig? Vat kind of name for an owl is that?"
"Don't ask me, I didn't name him, Ron did."
"Who? Is that that funny red haired kid?" Hermione's stomach flipped hearing Ron referred to as a 'funny red haired kid.'
"Umm, could I be alone with this letter?"
"Certainly, mail is private. You can take it into the house."
"Thank you," Hermione said running towards the backdoor of the house. Pig was trying to follow her, but with the letter he was having difficulties. Hermione made it into the house just in time for Pig to drop the letter and it slid beneath the door.
Hermione picked up the letter; it was starting to burn on the edges. Carefully Hermione opened the letter; Ron's voice came booming across the room.
HERMIONE-
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? GO RUIN TRADITION THEN, WHY DON'T YOU. GINNY THINKS THAT YOU HATE US, IS THAT TRUE? BECAUSE EVEN IF IT ISN'T IT SURE SEEMS LIKE IT.
BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT YOUR VICKY IS MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU THEN WE ARE. YOU KNOW ITS CHILD MOLESTING REALLY! COMPARED TO IF IT WERE M- DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO THAT LAST SENTENCE THERE. I SUPPOSE I'LL BE SEEING YOU ON THE 1ST BUT IF YOU'VE GOT HIGHER THOUGHTS OF YOURSELF AND A LITTLE OLD WEASELY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU I'LL PROBABLY JUST SEE YOU THEN.
RON
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A/N: Reviewers I thank you!
starblaze: Yes look at this I have more!
Michelle Weasley: You will soon be very happy!
Hermione Weasley: You won't be changing your mind. not at all.
I'm sorry that I sounded like Trelwaney there. but oh well.
A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter, that's a wish that won't ever come true, but then again would I truly want it to? I'd have to write books up to J.K.'s standard. AHHHHH! NNNOOOOOOOOQ!!! J.K. you keep them! (And yes that 'Q' is there for a reason. don't ask. its confusing)
Chapter 2
After careful consideration, Hermione decided. Yes, that was what she was going to do.
***
She took out the Floo Powder that he had given her, it seemed almost ironic that he had given it to her and she wasn't going to his house. She was standing by the Leaky Cauldron's fireplace. Hermione still had second thoughts about what she was doing, but it was too late to change her mind now.
She threw in some powder and saw the flames turn the familiar green, she called a final goodbye to her parents. She figured that this must be hard for them as she stepped into the fire. Off she went, spinning faster and faster until she finally began to slow down, she finally stopped and well out of the fireplace.
"Her-mon-ninny!" he said running towards her.
"Hello Viktor," she said, "How are you?"
"Very vell now that you are here."
"Viktor you are going to make me blush," she said, but thinking of blushing reminded her of Ron, and thinking of Ron was painful.
"You are beautiful even ven you blush."
"Oh thank you Viktor," she tried to say without thinking of Ron. But Hermione not thinking about Ron, ha, now that would be more of an accomplishment then having a perfect score in every class for the past four years had been.
"Vat is it my Hermioniny? You look like something is bothering you."
"It its okay Viktor. It's nothing." Nothing, that was all that would ever happen between Ron and her. But Viktor loved her; she might as well try to love him back.
"Vell if you ever want to talk, you know that I am here."
"Thanks Viktor, maybe later."
"I understand my Harmony. My mother is outside waiting for you."
The Krums all seemed to be very nice people, well Mrs. Krum at least. Hermione got the feeling that Mr. Krum didn't like her, but she had run into a lot of that in her previous four years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lost in her thoughts, Hermione barely realized that she was now walking alongside Viktor outside in the Bulgarian sun.
"Herme-ony!" Viktor's mother was now running across the field.
***
"Vat is that!" Viktor's mother asked one afternoon. She was pointing at a small round brown thing that was falling and rising, it had a large, red thing that it was rising and falling through the air with.
"It looks as if it is an owl that has a Howler," Viktor said using his Quidditch skills.
"Pig!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Pig? Vat kind of name for an owl is that?"
"Don't ask me, I didn't name him, Ron did."
"Who? Is that that funny red haired kid?" Hermione's stomach flipped hearing Ron referred to as a 'funny red haired kid.'
"Umm, could I be alone with this letter?"
"Certainly, mail is private. You can take it into the house."
"Thank you," Hermione said running towards the backdoor of the house. Pig was trying to follow her, but with the letter he was having difficulties. Hermione made it into the house just in time for Pig to drop the letter and it slid beneath the door.
Hermione picked up the letter; it was starting to burn on the edges. Carefully Hermione opened the letter; Ron's voice came booming across the room.
HERMIONE-
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? GO RUIN TRADITION THEN, WHY DON'T YOU. GINNY THINKS THAT YOU HATE US, IS THAT TRUE? BECAUSE EVEN IF IT ISN'T IT SURE SEEMS LIKE IT.
BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT YOUR VICKY IS MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU THEN WE ARE. YOU KNOW ITS CHILD MOLESTING REALLY! COMPARED TO IF IT WERE M- DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO THAT LAST SENTENCE THERE. I SUPPOSE I'LL BE SEEING YOU ON THE 1ST BUT IF YOU'VE GOT HIGHER THOUGHTS OF YOURSELF AND A LITTLE OLD WEASELY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU I'LL PROBABLY JUST SEE YOU THEN.
RON
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A/N: Reviewers I thank you!
starblaze: Yes look at this I have more!
Michelle Weasley: You will soon be very happy!
Hermione Weasley: You won't be changing your mind. not at all.
I'm sorry that I sounded like Trelwaney there. but oh well.