It's funny how addictive writing these things can be! Right, so last
time I left you with Hermione literally bumping into Victor, and I'm sure
someone out there is wondering how our dear Ron is going to take the news.
Well, don't panic, I'm pretty sure you'll find out soon enough!!
Any comments? If you'd like to review it would be much appreciated- tell me whether you like it, or if you don't - I'm not fussy!!
Chapter three
Hermione was in a very awkward position. She noticed that she was in fact still very much in Victor's way, she hadn't moved since their collision.
The reason for this was that she was suffering from what can only be described as acute embarrassment. This fine specimen of a man in front of her (she mentally kicked herself to stop thinking such things) was someone she really did not want to see today. She really hadn't expected to ever see him again and his appearance was a shock, a big shock. Hence Hermione was frozen to the spot.
"Her mo ninny" Victor still struggled with Hermione's name, it appeared, "Is long time no see."
Hermione backed away from him, suddenly regaining her ability to move. "Victor, hello!!! What a ... Surprise"
"Is good suprise, no? So how is you?"
"I'm good thank you, and you?"
"Better than never."
Hermione wondered what the hell he meant, and then decided it could either be "never better" or "better than ever" which were both positive, and so she said,
"I'm glad. Anyway Victor, I hate to do this but I'm in an awful rush, so I'd really better be going. It was lovely seeing.."
"No!!" Victor cut her off, " We hof not seen each other for long time. I take you drink."
Hermione panicked. "No, I'm terribly sorry, but...."
"There vill be no but. I must speak at you. Is been too long. We go now." With that Victor took her by the arm and fairly frog - marched her into a nearby café.
This was not good for two reasons, thought Hermione. She was not looking forward to making forced conversation with this man for a significant amount of time. She had a sneaking suspicion Ron would not like this. At all. For some reason he had really disliked Victor when they attended Hogwarts, (why was a mystery to her), but she thought it unlikely his feelings would have changed.
It's safe to say she was in a fairly nasty predicament.
They were seated at the table when Victor ordered for her. He ordered her a large Gin and Tonic. Hermione hated Gin and Tonic.
Victor beamed at her, "I remember is your favourite."
Hermione smiled meekly at him and surveyed the room nervously for a phone, for any means of getting in contact with Ron. There appeared to be absolutely no available method.
"Bollocks" thought Hermione. At least she believed herself to have thought it, but Victor looked at her quizzically and she guessed she must have said it out loud.
"Pardon?" Victor asked
"Oh nothing." Hermione reminded herself not to say or indeed think things like that in future. "So tell me about you Victor."
This proved to be a fatal mistake. Half an hour later Victor was in the middle of summarising his performances in the Quidditch season of four years past, and Hermione felt that she could brave her Gin and Tonic.
Two hours and four more Gin and Tonic's later, Victor seemed to be on a real roll, as he appeared not to be stopping for breath. Hermione was seriously bored. She also suspected was ever so slightly drunk, ok, drunk. Not a good combination.
She giggled to herself that Victor really hadn't been joking when he'd said he would talk at her. She hadn't been able to get a word in edgeways. Victor, mistakenly assuming her giggle was due to one of his amusing anecdotes, rolled onto another story. Hermione ordered another G and T (she felt she had to keep up the pretence, and anyway, they weren' t really all that bad once you'd had a few!!)
It was a couple of moments later when Hermione realised she was, quite frankly, absolutely bloody knackered. She did not care about Victor's sporting prowess. She did not care that he had been voted the best looking man since Gilderoy Lockhart in Witch Weekly, she couldn't give a stuff. She had decided about 45 minutes into Victor's decidedly non captivating lecture about himself, that he was the most self centred man she had ever had the misfortune to meet...again. All she wanted to do was see Ron.
Ron was not boring. He didn't think he was the best thing since sliced bread, toast, butter, Jam and Chocolate spread. He boogied on down to disco music while attempting to cook in his kitchen. He cried at sad movies and TV commercials. He would go shopping with her and not complain even though she knew he was bored. Ron was quite possibly the coolest guy in the world, she decided in her slightly drunken state.
It was safe to say that she would never feel with Ron the way she felt now with Victor. Completely and utterly, mind numbingly bored.
She noticed that his voice seemed more and more distant, as she slowly felt her eyelids begin to droop.
In the busy café, with people all around her, Hermione's head hit the table as she fell asleep.
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Oooo what will happen next?
Any comments? If you'd like to review it would be much appreciated- tell me whether you like it, or if you don't - I'm not fussy!!
Chapter three
Hermione was in a very awkward position. She noticed that she was in fact still very much in Victor's way, she hadn't moved since their collision.
The reason for this was that she was suffering from what can only be described as acute embarrassment. This fine specimen of a man in front of her (she mentally kicked herself to stop thinking such things) was someone she really did not want to see today. She really hadn't expected to ever see him again and his appearance was a shock, a big shock. Hence Hermione was frozen to the spot.
"Her mo ninny" Victor still struggled with Hermione's name, it appeared, "Is long time no see."
Hermione backed away from him, suddenly regaining her ability to move. "Victor, hello!!! What a ... Surprise"
"Is good suprise, no? So how is you?"
"I'm good thank you, and you?"
"Better than never."
Hermione wondered what the hell he meant, and then decided it could either be "never better" or "better than ever" which were both positive, and so she said,
"I'm glad. Anyway Victor, I hate to do this but I'm in an awful rush, so I'd really better be going. It was lovely seeing.."
"No!!" Victor cut her off, " We hof not seen each other for long time. I take you drink."
Hermione panicked. "No, I'm terribly sorry, but...."
"There vill be no but. I must speak at you. Is been too long. We go now." With that Victor took her by the arm and fairly frog - marched her into a nearby café.
This was not good for two reasons, thought Hermione. She was not looking forward to making forced conversation with this man for a significant amount of time. She had a sneaking suspicion Ron would not like this. At all. For some reason he had really disliked Victor when they attended Hogwarts, (why was a mystery to her), but she thought it unlikely his feelings would have changed.
It's safe to say she was in a fairly nasty predicament.
They were seated at the table when Victor ordered for her. He ordered her a large Gin and Tonic. Hermione hated Gin and Tonic.
Victor beamed at her, "I remember is your favourite."
Hermione smiled meekly at him and surveyed the room nervously for a phone, for any means of getting in contact with Ron. There appeared to be absolutely no available method.
"Bollocks" thought Hermione. At least she believed herself to have thought it, but Victor looked at her quizzically and she guessed she must have said it out loud.
"Pardon?" Victor asked
"Oh nothing." Hermione reminded herself not to say or indeed think things like that in future. "So tell me about you Victor."
This proved to be a fatal mistake. Half an hour later Victor was in the middle of summarising his performances in the Quidditch season of four years past, and Hermione felt that she could brave her Gin and Tonic.
Two hours and four more Gin and Tonic's later, Victor seemed to be on a real roll, as he appeared not to be stopping for breath. Hermione was seriously bored. She also suspected was ever so slightly drunk, ok, drunk. Not a good combination.
She giggled to herself that Victor really hadn't been joking when he'd said he would talk at her. She hadn't been able to get a word in edgeways. Victor, mistakenly assuming her giggle was due to one of his amusing anecdotes, rolled onto another story. Hermione ordered another G and T (she felt she had to keep up the pretence, and anyway, they weren' t really all that bad once you'd had a few!!)
It was a couple of moments later when Hermione realised she was, quite frankly, absolutely bloody knackered. She did not care about Victor's sporting prowess. She did not care that he had been voted the best looking man since Gilderoy Lockhart in Witch Weekly, she couldn't give a stuff. She had decided about 45 minutes into Victor's decidedly non captivating lecture about himself, that he was the most self centred man she had ever had the misfortune to meet...again. All she wanted to do was see Ron.
Ron was not boring. He didn't think he was the best thing since sliced bread, toast, butter, Jam and Chocolate spread. He boogied on down to disco music while attempting to cook in his kitchen. He cried at sad movies and TV commercials. He would go shopping with her and not complain even though she knew he was bored. Ron was quite possibly the coolest guy in the world, she decided in her slightly drunken state.
It was safe to say that she would never feel with Ron the way she felt now with Victor. Completely and utterly, mind numbingly bored.
She noticed that his voice seemed more and more distant, as she slowly felt her eyelids begin to droop.
In the busy café, with people all around her, Hermione's head hit the table as she fell asleep.
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Oooo what will happen next?