Chapter nineteen- Fun vhile it lasted
Hermione's PoV
When we got outside I dragged Viktor straight off towards the greenhouses. I heard him say something to his team, who continued down the slope to the pitch. When we reached the greenhouses I let go of Viktor's arm and turned to face him.
It was a lot warmer than when we'd been out there before- perfect Quidditch conditions. But I still felt cold. Only this time, it was, well, I'm not really sure. It was definitely anger. A LOT of anger. But in the back of my mind I thought I might be overreacting. Maybe I heard wrong. no! I know what I heard. The feeling wasn't fear. But it was like that- I was scared that I was about to find out Ron was right all along. There was no way he could be, but-
"Vot is wrong, Hermowninny?" He asked, looking confused.
I know what I heard.
"You can say my name." I said matter-of-factly, looking straight at him. It was all I could do to speak normally- hundreds of thoughts whirled round in my head, most of them comprising of the words 'how could I be so stupid?'
Viktor looked for a minute like he didn't know what to say. "Um, vot?" He said stupidly. But it was all clicking into place. The way Harry was taking Ron's side like that, the way Ron was so angry when I didn't believe him, Viktor saying Hermione properly, acting all shifty when I ask him questions about friends at school, ignoring me all the time, laughing with his friends all the time- probably at me. As for walking around with me all the time, it was probably to lord it over Ron for me not believing him. God, I wanted to hit him. Really hard.
I couldn't believe he'd done this to me. Who the hell does he think he is? No one does that to me. No one. Especially not some full of himself jumped up little person who can't walk properly and pretends to mispronounce my name. I can't believe I *fell* for that!
"Ron was right, wasn't he?" I said, taking a step closer but still keeping my voice down. "Wasn't he?" I demanded.
For a moment, I thought Viktor was going to start apologising. He looked surprised at first, then confused, and then he was looking down at the floor, obviously thinking hard. I watched this in silence, waiting for him to look up with those big, sorrowful eyes, begging me to listen. Yeah right! I was prepared for that.
I wasn't prepared for what he *actually* did though. When he looked up, he didn't have any look on his face at all, he didn't look the slightest bit sorry, or upset or, well, *anything*.
Then he shrugged. *He shrugged*. Can you believe that? He stood there and shrugged at me, like it didn't matter. And in that moment, I forgot everything I'd ever liked about him. I forgot all the nice things he said or how I liked his smile. It all went, and I was just left with the arrogant little so-and-so in front of me. And I *really* didn't like him.
"Vell, it voz fun vhile it lasted." Viktor said, starting to walk around me, presumably to get away.
My mouth dropped open. "Don't you dare walk away from me you prat!" I yelled, forgetting my keep quiet policy. I grabbed his arm to keep him there, and he sighed and stopped walking. Don't get me wrong- it wasn't one of those I'm-so-ashamed sighs. It was an I-have-better-things-to-be-doing- than-standing-around-out-here sigh, and it made me want to punch him.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I demanded, resisting the urge to ram my wand down his throat. "I want you to know that you are not going to get away with this, I promise you." I vowed.
Viktor nodded. "Alright. I must go now, I haff a Quidditch match." He said, yanking his arm out of my hand. "Goodbye Hermione." He said, with a stress on the last word. And he started to walk away.
I pulled out my wand, but at that moment the front doors of the castle opened and half the school spilled onto the front steps. Viktor glanced at them and sped up, and I lowered my wand. I'd get him later. Right now I needed to find Ron and apologise.
I noticed that all the students had started to slow down slightly, looking at something towards the lake. Before I could look though, I heard a huge BANG!, and my hands flew up to my face in a reflex.
There was an eerie silence that seemed to last forever, but I know it was a matter of seconds. I lowered my hands and saw that Viktor was standing about twenty feet in front of me, staring right at me. I glared at him, determined not to look away, when suddenly something heavy barrelled into my right side and I fell.
As I rolled down the slope, I heard screams and a roar of voices fill the air. I skidded to a halt a few seconds later, clutching my side and struggling to breathe- whatever had hit me had winded me a bit. I looked up as the thing stopped next to me.
It was Ron.
I stared at him in disbelief. "Ron, what do you think you're-" I stopped as my eyes fell on the spot I'd been standing a moment before. The Greenhouse wall had been blown half apart, and a shower of glass, rock and metal bars now stood exactly where I'd been.
I looked round at Ron, who was kneeling up and looking around the grounds, ignoring me. He had just saved my life.
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Dear Diary, Time for the match now! I can't wait! I'll tell ya what happens when it finishes. Love Ginny xxx
The deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter-
Where the hell has Ron got to? The match starts in twenty minutes. Well, here we are, the Boltaveria team are just going in- where's Vicky? Oh well, hopefully he's ill, I- geez, what the hell was that noise? Oh. My. God.
Ooooooh! Cliff-hanger! Well, sort of anyway.
Hermione's PoV
When we got outside I dragged Viktor straight off towards the greenhouses. I heard him say something to his team, who continued down the slope to the pitch. When we reached the greenhouses I let go of Viktor's arm and turned to face him.
It was a lot warmer than when we'd been out there before- perfect Quidditch conditions. But I still felt cold. Only this time, it was, well, I'm not really sure. It was definitely anger. A LOT of anger. But in the back of my mind I thought I might be overreacting. Maybe I heard wrong. no! I know what I heard. The feeling wasn't fear. But it was like that- I was scared that I was about to find out Ron was right all along. There was no way he could be, but-
"Vot is wrong, Hermowninny?" He asked, looking confused.
I know what I heard.
"You can say my name." I said matter-of-factly, looking straight at him. It was all I could do to speak normally- hundreds of thoughts whirled round in my head, most of them comprising of the words 'how could I be so stupid?'
Viktor looked for a minute like he didn't know what to say. "Um, vot?" He said stupidly. But it was all clicking into place. The way Harry was taking Ron's side like that, the way Ron was so angry when I didn't believe him, Viktor saying Hermione properly, acting all shifty when I ask him questions about friends at school, ignoring me all the time, laughing with his friends all the time- probably at me. As for walking around with me all the time, it was probably to lord it over Ron for me not believing him. God, I wanted to hit him. Really hard.
I couldn't believe he'd done this to me. Who the hell does he think he is? No one does that to me. No one. Especially not some full of himself jumped up little person who can't walk properly and pretends to mispronounce my name. I can't believe I *fell* for that!
"Ron was right, wasn't he?" I said, taking a step closer but still keeping my voice down. "Wasn't he?" I demanded.
For a moment, I thought Viktor was going to start apologising. He looked surprised at first, then confused, and then he was looking down at the floor, obviously thinking hard. I watched this in silence, waiting for him to look up with those big, sorrowful eyes, begging me to listen. Yeah right! I was prepared for that.
I wasn't prepared for what he *actually* did though. When he looked up, he didn't have any look on his face at all, he didn't look the slightest bit sorry, or upset or, well, *anything*.
Then he shrugged. *He shrugged*. Can you believe that? He stood there and shrugged at me, like it didn't matter. And in that moment, I forgot everything I'd ever liked about him. I forgot all the nice things he said or how I liked his smile. It all went, and I was just left with the arrogant little so-and-so in front of me. And I *really* didn't like him.
"Vell, it voz fun vhile it lasted." Viktor said, starting to walk around me, presumably to get away.
My mouth dropped open. "Don't you dare walk away from me you prat!" I yelled, forgetting my keep quiet policy. I grabbed his arm to keep him there, and he sighed and stopped walking. Don't get me wrong- it wasn't one of those I'm-so-ashamed sighs. It was an I-have-better-things-to-be-doing- than-standing-around-out-here sigh, and it made me want to punch him.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I demanded, resisting the urge to ram my wand down his throat. "I want you to know that you are not going to get away with this, I promise you." I vowed.
Viktor nodded. "Alright. I must go now, I haff a Quidditch match." He said, yanking his arm out of my hand. "Goodbye Hermione." He said, with a stress on the last word. And he started to walk away.
I pulled out my wand, but at that moment the front doors of the castle opened and half the school spilled onto the front steps. Viktor glanced at them and sped up, and I lowered my wand. I'd get him later. Right now I needed to find Ron and apologise.
I noticed that all the students had started to slow down slightly, looking at something towards the lake. Before I could look though, I heard a huge BANG!, and my hands flew up to my face in a reflex.
There was an eerie silence that seemed to last forever, but I know it was a matter of seconds. I lowered my hands and saw that Viktor was standing about twenty feet in front of me, staring right at me. I glared at him, determined not to look away, when suddenly something heavy barrelled into my right side and I fell.
As I rolled down the slope, I heard screams and a roar of voices fill the air. I skidded to a halt a few seconds later, clutching my side and struggling to breathe- whatever had hit me had winded me a bit. I looked up as the thing stopped next to me.
It was Ron.
I stared at him in disbelief. "Ron, what do you think you're-" I stopped as my eyes fell on the spot I'd been standing a moment before. The Greenhouse wall had been blown half apart, and a shower of glass, rock and metal bars now stood exactly where I'd been.
I looked round at Ron, who was kneeling up and looking around the grounds, ignoring me. He had just saved my life.
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Dear Diary, Time for the match now! I can't wait! I'll tell ya what happens when it finishes. Love Ginny xxx
The deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter-
Where the hell has Ron got to? The match starts in twenty minutes. Well, here we are, the Boltaveria team are just going in- where's Vicky? Oh well, hopefully he's ill, I- geez, what the hell was that noise? Oh. My. God.
Ooooooh! Cliff-hanger! Well, sort of anyway.
