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Chapter four
Hermione opened her eyes, and then realising her mistake, closed them again. The light was blinding and her head was pounding. She groaned and rolled over. Taking a deep breath, she decided to be brave and open her eyes again.
As they came into focus, Hermione sat up abruptly, heart pounding. She was not, she noticed at home. Her eyes darted around the room looking for any familiar sign, any recollection of where she was. She met none.
Oh bloody hell. She really was in a mess.
She looked under the duvet, and noticed with a sigh of relief that her clothes were still on. This could only be a good thing in these circumstances. Just as she was about to look for further information, she heard,
"Herm o ninny!!! You are awake!"
You have got to be joking, thought Hermione. Please, no!!!!
"Victor," she replied nervously.
"Now you up, I make ze tea."
As he wandered back into what Hermione assumed must be the kitchen, Hermione began to really panic. She had absolutely no idea how she had come to be in Victor's bed. The last thing she could remember was the one sided conversation in the café.
As Victor wandered back into the bedroom, scantily clad, Hermione jumped up to take a mug from him.
"Er, Victor, I hope you don't mind me asking, but how did I get here?"
"Vell Hermione, you fell into sleepy when we were talking."
Oh how embarrassing thought Hermione, and then reminded herself that that was the least of her worries.
"I try wake you" Victor continued, "but you would not wake. I decide I hof to take you here."
Hermione began to breathe again, "So nothing happened between us, then?"
"No, but I hope you come with me for dinner today. We had such good time yesterday, I hope we spend much more time together." No way, thought Hermione. Never again, ever. She was not so drunk last night that she had forgotten the sheer torture of the evening. As grateful as she was that nothing had happened, she didn't think her gratitude could extend that far.
"Victor, I am very grateful to you for bringing me here last night. But I really have to go now, I'm so late for work." She was lying, it was 7.30 am and she didn't have to be in till 9.
"Yes, but I meet with you tonight?" Victor addressed this more as a statement than a question.
"Not tonight., I'm sorry, I'm so busy. Another time." With that, Hermione fled from his flat, leaving victor gawping at her retreating back.
Out on the busy street, Hermione looked around her, and much to her relief discovered she recognised the street, and began to walk back to her house. She would have to get changed and have a shower before she could even consider going back to work.
As she finally arrived at her house, she unlocked the door with her key. As she stepped inside she could hear noises from within. She wondered if she'd left the radio on. As she advanced further, she recognised the tuneless noise as that of Ron. Ron singing. Not a pleasant sound first thing in the morning.
"Ron!!!" she yelled. The noise didn't stop
"I will survive, oh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive, I got.."
"Ron!!! Ron!!" yelled Hermione, "would you please stop that bloody racket!"
She walked into her sitting room and gave Ron one of her famous "death stares". Ron had made himself comfortable, she noticed. He had made himself a coffee and was eating what she assumed was much of the contents of her fridge.
Ron looked up. "Hermione Granger," he said, raising his eyebrows, " may I ask where the hell you got to last night?"
Oh dear. Hermione really didn't want to answer that question
"Ron, when I gave you that key I didn't realise it would mean that..."
"Miss Granger," Ron continued, ignoring her. "I asked you a simple question, and you are, avoiding it."
"Well, it's kind of a long story. How long have you been here?"
"Not long. Since you or indeed the pizza didn't turn up, I thought I'd come and ask you where you got to. But this morning, you, Hermione were not here." He laughed, " so, Miss Dirty stop out, where did you get to?" Hermione breathed out slowly. She was going to have to tell him. This might get ugly. Not only had she not turned up, but she had deprived him of Pizza, something which she suspected would take a while for him to forgive her for!!!
"I'm waiting.." Ron trilled.
"Well," began Hermione. "I was on the way to get pizza."
"mmmhmmm" nodded Ron, "continue."
"When I happened to bump into," she looked at Ron, nervously, "Victor Krum."
Ron's face suddenly turned a shade of green, and he put his mug down, well slammed would be a more accurate description. "Oh really, " he muttered, " How, lovely."
Hermione sat down. " We had a collision, and then when he recognised me he insisted he take me for a drink."
Ron let out a small squeak.
"Are you ok, Ron?" Hemione asked anxiously.
"I'm fine." Ron snapped, " why shouldn't I be? Anyway, do tell me what happened, next, I'm dying to know."
The atmosphere had change dramatically. This was not going well. Hermione knew Ron didn't like Victor, but he really was behaving very strangely.
"Well, I explained I had to go, but he wasn't having any of it."
"Oh I bet he wasn't," scoffed Ron.
"So anyway," Hermione ploughed on, " he dragged me into this café and bought me a Gin and Tonic."
Ron looked at her, "But you hate Gin and Tonic!"
Hermione smiled, " Yes I know but he thought I liked it. Anyway, he began to talk. And talk. And Talk."
Ron looked at her, " I bet you were riveted."
"No really I wasn't," insisted Hermione, " he really is possibly the dullest man on the planet. All I wanted to do was get out."
"So why didn't you?" asked Ron, still sounding decidedly unimpressed.
"Well, he just wouldn't shut up. He kept buying me drinks and before I knew it..."
Ron stood up, violently, " so that was his cunning plan was it? To get you steaming drunk and have his wicked way with you?" He really did look cross now.
Hermione suppressed the urge to laugh at his choice of phrase. "No nothing like that. It was just that the drink, combined with Victor's one man show sort of sent me to sleep."
Ron looked at her curiously. "And then what happened?"
"Well apparently he tried to wake me up, but he couldn't - so he carried me back to his place."
At this point Ron's face turned red. "That advantage taking bastard!!"
"No, Ron, Nothing happened. He just left me to sleep. Honestly, that's all."
"Oh, and I'm supposed to believe that? That some Bulgarian stud - muffin took you home and all you did was sleep? Do you think I'm stupid or something?"
If this wasn't such a serious situation Hermione would have laughed at Ron's use of "stud - muffin."
"Ron, nothing happened, I promise you. I don't feel anything for Victor, I really don't."
" Oh yeah Hermione. You spend the evening with Vicky, don't bother to call and I'm supposed to believe nothing happened?" Ron was a strange beetroot colour now.
"Exactly!!" shouted Hermione. Then suddenly she flipped. "And anyway, even if something had happened, which I didn't!!, but if it had, What's it to you?"
Ron spluttered, " that's not the point Hermione, you didn't tell me where you were.."
Hermione cut him off. "That's exactly the point Ron! I know you don't like Victor.."
"Understatement of the century! I really really hate him." Ron spat. "Him and his stupid good looks and stupid accent and stupid quidditch...."
" However you feel about him this is really excessive, Ron." Hermione yelled. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, both of their faces awash with anger.
Suddenly they heard the from door slam. They both turned around. "Hermione, is me, Victor!!" He walked into the living room, "You leave door open. I just want say last night was much good..."
Victor suddenly noticed Ron. "Ahhh, the friend of Herm o ninny!!!" Victor beamed at Ron.
Ron looked set to explode. "That's HERMIONE!!!!!!" he yelled. " HER - MI - O - NE.... IT'S REALLY NOT THAT HARD!!!!!!" He flashed one last angry and possibly hurt look at Hermione , muttered, "You just slept, really?" and marched out of the room, slamming the front door as loudly as he could behind him.
Chapter four
Hermione opened her eyes, and then realising her mistake, closed them again. The light was blinding and her head was pounding. She groaned and rolled over. Taking a deep breath, she decided to be brave and open her eyes again.
As they came into focus, Hermione sat up abruptly, heart pounding. She was not, she noticed at home. Her eyes darted around the room looking for any familiar sign, any recollection of where she was. She met none.
Oh bloody hell. She really was in a mess.
She looked under the duvet, and noticed with a sigh of relief that her clothes were still on. This could only be a good thing in these circumstances. Just as she was about to look for further information, she heard,
"Herm o ninny!!! You are awake!"
You have got to be joking, thought Hermione. Please, no!!!!
"Victor," she replied nervously.
"Now you up, I make ze tea."
As he wandered back into what Hermione assumed must be the kitchen, Hermione began to really panic. She had absolutely no idea how she had come to be in Victor's bed. The last thing she could remember was the one sided conversation in the café.
As Victor wandered back into the bedroom, scantily clad, Hermione jumped up to take a mug from him.
"Er, Victor, I hope you don't mind me asking, but how did I get here?"
"Vell Hermione, you fell into sleepy when we were talking."
Oh how embarrassing thought Hermione, and then reminded herself that that was the least of her worries.
"I try wake you" Victor continued, "but you would not wake. I decide I hof to take you here."
Hermione began to breathe again, "So nothing happened between us, then?"
"No, but I hope you come with me for dinner today. We had such good time yesterday, I hope we spend much more time together." No way, thought Hermione. Never again, ever. She was not so drunk last night that she had forgotten the sheer torture of the evening. As grateful as she was that nothing had happened, she didn't think her gratitude could extend that far.
"Victor, I am very grateful to you for bringing me here last night. But I really have to go now, I'm so late for work." She was lying, it was 7.30 am and she didn't have to be in till 9.
"Yes, but I meet with you tonight?" Victor addressed this more as a statement than a question.
"Not tonight., I'm sorry, I'm so busy. Another time." With that, Hermione fled from his flat, leaving victor gawping at her retreating back.
Out on the busy street, Hermione looked around her, and much to her relief discovered she recognised the street, and began to walk back to her house. She would have to get changed and have a shower before she could even consider going back to work.
As she finally arrived at her house, she unlocked the door with her key. As she stepped inside she could hear noises from within. She wondered if she'd left the radio on. As she advanced further, she recognised the tuneless noise as that of Ron. Ron singing. Not a pleasant sound first thing in the morning.
"Ron!!!" she yelled. The noise didn't stop
"I will survive, oh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive, I got.."
"Ron!!! Ron!!" yelled Hermione, "would you please stop that bloody racket!"
She walked into her sitting room and gave Ron one of her famous "death stares". Ron had made himself comfortable, she noticed. He had made himself a coffee and was eating what she assumed was much of the contents of her fridge.
Ron looked up. "Hermione Granger," he said, raising his eyebrows, " may I ask where the hell you got to last night?"
Oh dear. Hermione really didn't want to answer that question
"Ron, when I gave you that key I didn't realise it would mean that..."
"Miss Granger," Ron continued, ignoring her. "I asked you a simple question, and you are, avoiding it."
"Well, it's kind of a long story. How long have you been here?"
"Not long. Since you or indeed the pizza didn't turn up, I thought I'd come and ask you where you got to. But this morning, you, Hermione were not here." He laughed, " so, Miss Dirty stop out, where did you get to?" Hermione breathed out slowly. She was going to have to tell him. This might get ugly. Not only had she not turned up, but she had deprived him of Pizza, something which she suspected would take a while for him to forgive her for!!!
"I'm waiting.." Ron trilled.
"Well," began Hermione. "I was on the way to get pizza."
"mmmhmmm" nodded Ron, "continue."
"When I happened to bump into," she looked at Ron, nervously, "Victor Krum."
Ron's face suddenly turned a shade of green, and he put his mug down, well slammed would be a more accurate description. "Oh really, " he muttered, " How, lovely."
Hermione sat down. " We had a collision, and then when he recognised me he insisted he take me for a drink."
Ron let out a small squeak.
"Are you ok, Ron?" Hemione asked anxiously.
"I'm fine." Ron snapped, " why shouldn't I be? Anyway, do tell me what happened, next, I'm dying to know."
The atmosphere had change dramatically. This was not going well. Hermione knew Ron didn't like Victor, but he really was behaving very strangely.
"Well, I explained I had to go, but he wasn't having any of it."
"Oh I bet he wasn't," scoffed Ron.
"So anyway," Hermione ploughed on, " he dragged me into this café and bought me a Gin and Tonic."
Ron looked at her, "But you hate Gin and Tonic!"
Hermione smiled, " Yes I know but he thought I liked it. Anyway, he began to talk. And talk. And Talk."
Ron looked at her, " I bet you were riveted."
"No really I wasn't," insisted Hermione, " he really is possibly the dullest man on the planet. All I wanted to do was get out."
"So why didn't you?" asked Ron, still sounding decidedly unimpressed.
"Well, he just wouldn't shut up. He kept buying me drinks and before I knew it..."
Ron stood up, violently, " so that was his cunning plan was it? To get you steaming drunk and have his wicked way with you?" He really did look cross now.
Hermione suppressed the urge to laugh at his choice of phrase. "No nothing like that. It was just that the drink, combined with Victor's one man show sort of sent me to sleep."
Ron looked at her curiously. "And then what happened?"
"Well apparently he tried to wake me up, but he couldn't - so he carried me back to his place."
At this point Ron's face turned red. "That advantage taking bastard!!"
"No, Ron, Nothing happened. He just left me to sleep. Honestly, that's all."
"Oh, and I'm supposed to believe that? That some Bulgarian stud - muffin took you home and all you did was sleep? Do you think I'm stupid or something?"
If this wasn't such a serious situation Hermione would have laughed at Ron's use of "stud - muffin."
"Ron, nothing happened, I promise you. I don't feel anything for Victor, I really don't."
" Oh yeah Hermione. You spend the evening with Vicky, don't bother to call and I'm supposed to believe nothing happened?" Ron was a strange beetroot colour now.
"Exactly!!" shouted Hermione. Then suddenly she flipped. "And anyway, even if something had happened, which I didn't!!, but if it had, What's it to you?"
Ron spluttered, " that's not the point Hermione, you didn't tell me where you were.."
Hermione cut him off. "That's exactly the point Ron! I know you don't like Victor.."
"Understatement of the century! I really really hate him." Ron spat. "Him and his stupid good looks and stupid accent and stupid quidditch...."
" However you feel about him this is really excessive, Ron." Hermione yelled. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, both of their faces awash with anger.
Suddenly they heard the from door slam. They both turned around. "Hermione, is me, Victor!!" He walked into the living room, "You leave door open. I just want say last night was much good..."
Victor suddenly noticed Ron. "Ahhh, the friend of Herm o ninny!!!" Victor beamed at Ron.
Ron looked set to explode. "That's HERMIONE!!!!!!" he yelled. " HER - MI - O - NE.... IT'S REALLY NOT THAT HARD!!!!!!" He flashed one last angry and possibly hurt look at Hermione , muttered, "You just slept, really?" and marched out of the room, slamming the front door as loudly as he could behind him.