Disclaimer-J.K. Rowlings owns everything in this fic. I only own the plot.
Love Never Dies
Chapter 1-Familiar Faces
Hermione Granger looked across the huge campsite and what she saw was thousands of people setting up tents, talking to their friends and family, and doing various other activities. She let out a huge sight and thought, "Here we go. Now it's time to find my campsite." Hermione was at the sight of the Quidditch World Cup, which she hadn't attended in three years. The last time she went to the World Cup, she had been with her best friends from school, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley and all of Ron's family except for his mother. This time she was attending alone because her friends hadn't been able to get tickets. She was starting to wonder if accepting Viktor Krum's offer of a ticket to watch him play at the Quidditch World Cup was a good idea.
Hermione had no idea where the campsite that was reserved for her was located. The muggle had pointed and said it was a half a mile away. As she looked at the crowded campsite she really wished that the muggle had given a lot more detailed instructions. "Oh, well," thought Hermione, "If I can find my way around the Hogwarts castle surely I can find my way to my campsite." She let out another sigh and started walking determinedly in the direction the muggle had pointed.
Hermione walked for about ten minutes and finally decided that she was lost. The Bulgarian section of the campsite, which was where she was supposed to be staying, was nowhere in sight. She was about to stop someone and ask for directions when she heard someone calling her name.
"Hermione Granger?" A male voice said.
Hermione turned around and faced the person who had spoken her name. She said, "Oliver Wood?"
"Hi, Hermione," Oliver said. "I haven't seen you in ages."
"Oh, yes. I know. The only other time I've seen you since you graduated was at the Quidditch World Cu p three years ago," Hermione said.
"So, where are Harry and Ron. I haven't seen them here. You three are still the best of friends, right?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, of course we are still friends," Hermione said. "They couldn't get tickets to come this year, so I'm by myself."
"Well, that's to bad. I would have gotten them tickets if I would have known they didn't have any," Oliver said.
"That's very nice of you, Oliver. The next time I see them I'll be sure to tell them that I saw you," Hermione said.
"Okay ," Oliver replied, "Tell them that if they are ever in need of quidditch tickets to send me an owl. They're not hard for me to get now that I'm playing for the Chudley Cannons."
"That's what Ron told me. He was very excited when he found out that you were playing for Chudley. The Chudley Cannons are his favorite quidditch team you know." Hermione said.
"Yes, I know," Oliver said. "I remember hearing him talk about them when I was at Hogwarts.
There were a few seconds of silence and then Oliver broke it by saying, "So, Hermione, where are you staying?"
"Actually, I don't really know. All I know is that it's a half a mile from that muggle mans stations and it's in this direction," Hermione said. "And that I will be surrounded by people from Bulgaria."
"Why are you staying in the Bulgarian section?" Oliver asked.
"Because Viktor reserved my campsite for me when he got me my ticket," Hermione explained.
"Viktor?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, Viktor Krum," Hermione said.
"I didn't know that you knew each other," Oliver said.
"Yes, we met when he was participating in the Triwizard Tournament during my 4th year. We got to be good friends while he was at Hogwarts. We even went to the Yule Ball together," Hermione said. "I'm surprised you didn't read Rita Skeeter's article about me. She enjoyed fabricating a story about me toying with Harry and Viktor's affections."
"That's terrible," Oliver said.
"Don't worry. I got her back," Hermione said with a devious smile on her face.
"I won't ask," Oliver said and was clearly fascinated by this mischievous side of Hermione's personality.
"Good idea," Hermione replied.
"So, you and Viktor Krum have been dating since your 4th year at Hogwarts?" Oliver asked.
"I never said that," Hermione replied, "We decided not to date each other because it could end up ruining our friendship, and I didn't feel like I was ready to deal with all of the public attention then."
"And now?" Oliver asked.
"Well, I think I could deal with it better now. I feel like I'm a lot older and more mature now." Hermione replied. "It just would have been a lot of extra pressure that I didn't need to have on me at that young of age."
"I understand," Oliver said then asked, "Do you get to see him very often?"
"I usually spend a few weeks with him in the summer, but I don't get to see him at all for the rest of the year," Hermione said. "But we send each other owls all the time."
"I'm glad that you have kept in touch with him. I didn't keep in touch with any of my friends from Hogwarts, and now I really miss everyone. The only people I ever get to see are Marcus Flint and Roger Davies. He plays quidditch too." Oliver said.
"Do you get along with them very well? I know that you and Marcus Flint didn't get along very well while you were at Hogwarts." Hermione said.
"Well, I get along with Roger alright, but Marcus is still the same evil git he was at Hogwarts." Roger replied.
"I can believe that," Hermione said. "Some people just never change."
"That is so true," Oliver said. Then he remembered where he was. He had been so absorbed in the conversation he had forgot what he was going to ask her. "Hermione?"
"Yes, Oliver," Hermione said.
Do you want me to help you find your campsite?" He asked.
"Could you?" Hermione asked.
"Of course," Oliver said and then pointed. "I think it's over here."
They walked until they got to the Bulgarian section, but while they walked their conversation never stopped. When they arrived, Oliver said, "Oh, here it is. This post says Granger."
"Thanks for helping me find my way," Hermione said.
"Oh, it's no problem," Oliver said. "And by the way I really enjoyed talking to you again."
"Yes, it was nice to hear from you," Hermione said.
"Well, I'll see you later then," Oliver said.
"Okay, Oliver. I'm sure I'll get to talk to you again while we're both here," Hermione said.
"Bye," Oliver said.
"Goodbye," Hermione replied and then waved at him.
Only a minute after Oliver left, Viktor Krum walked up behind Hermione and said in his thick accent, "Hello, Hermowninny. How haff you been?"
"Great!" She replied and gave him a big hug, "But I've been looking forward to coming here so I could see you."
"Ah, so haff I, Hermowninny. I haff missed you." Viktor said.
"I've missed you too, Viktor," Hermione said and then asked. "So are you nervous about the quidditch match?"
"Ahh, no. I haff played in many other matches and I vas not nervous. Vhy should I be nervous about this one?" Viktor asked.
"I don't understand how you can be so calm." Hermione said.
"Quidditch is just a game. It is not my life, Hermowninny There are things that are much more important to me," Viktor said.
"Like what?" Hermione asked.
"Like my good friend, Hermowninny," Viktor replied. "Now, come on. You must come see my mother. She has been looking forward to seeing you again."
"But I haven't even set up my tent," Hermione said.
"There is still plenty of time for that. Don't vorry about it yet. Vill you come see my mother?" Viktor asked.
"Okay. But only for a little while," Hermione said. "And you have to make me leave if I try and stay for more than thirty minutes."
"Okay, Hermowninny. You can not stay for more than thirty minutes." Viktor said teasingly because he knew that she loved talking with his mother. "Not even one minutes more."
"Thanks, Viktor." she joked back. "I knew I could count on you."
"Now come on, Hermowninny," Viktor said. "Let's go see her now."
They spent two hours in Viktor's families' tent talking to his mother and his younger brother and by the time they finally arrived at Hermione's campsite again it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon.
"Viktor, we should have left your mother's tent at least an hour ago. I still have to put up my tent and start a campfire before I can cook lunch!" Hermione said.
"Don't vorry, Hermowninny. I vill help you. It von't take much time if I help you too." Viktor said.
"No, you can't help me. You need to go get ready for your match and you have to meet the rest of your team in fifteen minutes. So you better go now, or else you'll be late." Hermione said.
"No, I can not leave you to set up the tent by yourself. It was my fault you didn't do it earlier. It von't take very long. I von't be that late," Viktor said.
"No, Viktor. You have to go to your meeting. I think I can handle putting up the tent," Hermione said.
"Vithout using magic?" Viktor asked.
"Of course," Hermione said. "We can't use magic with muggles around, and besides, I'm still going to school. I'm not allowed to use magic during summer break!'
"Are you sure?" Viktor asked.
"Of course I am sure," Hermione replied. "I have put up a tent before."
"Okay, Hermowninny," Viktor said. "I guess I vill go to the locker room now."
"Bye, Viktor," Hermione said. "And just in case I don't get to see you before you play, Good Luck!"
"Thank you, Hermowninny," Viktor replied and then he gave her a quick hug before he left.
"Bye Viktor," Hermione called.
"Goodbye," Viktor replied.
Once Viktor had disappeared behind the trees that provided cover for the quidditch field, Hermione began setting up her tent. After fifteen minutes of frustratingly try to assemble the tent, Hermione was ready to give up. She sat on the ground. "Putting up a tent was a lot easier when Harry was here to help," Hermione thought. "It's almost impossible when only one person is working on assembling it!" She let out a huge sigh and was about to start putting up the tent again when she heard someone behind her laugh.
She turned around and saw Oliver laughing, "What are you laughing at?" She said defensively.
"Oh, it's nothing personal, I have just been watching you try to put up that tent by yourself. You seem to be having a little bit of trouble. Would you like some help?" Oliver said.
"Hermione said, "Well, if you wouldn't mind. I could use an extra set of hands."
"I don't have anything else to do. I was going to walk around for a while to see if anyone else I knew was here, but then I saw you so I figured I'd stop and help you." Oliver said.
"So, what are you waiting for?" Hermione asked playful. "Do you think this thing puts itself together?"
"Ummm, I guess not," Oliver said.
So Oliver and Hermione spent the better part of an hour laughing and joking and putting the tent
together. When Viktor came by Oliver and Hermione were sitting in lawn chairs outside of the
assembled tent and Hermione was laughing at something Oliver had just told her. Viktor didn't like
seeing Hermione laughing with another guy, and Viktor felt something that he had never felt before.
The star quidditch player, Viktor Krum, was jealous.
A/N-So what do you think of the first chapter? I had originally intended to make this fic a Viktor/Hermione fic, but Oliver just popped in. Whom do you think I should pair Hermione with? I don't know how long this fic will end up being. But, I don't that the rest of my chapters will be this long. I have trouble writing long chapters, so I was really proud when this chapter ended up being so long. I'm almost finished with my 4th page! I'll try to update this pretty quickly, but I've got to tell you, I usually update faster when I get a lot of reviews. So please review. You already read it so just take a couple minutes and tell me what you think. I would be really, really happy if you review. Thanks for reading my fic! Also, I have 8 other fics that you can read if you have time. I just posted new chapters on my Journal of Dean Thomas, Sarah Grant (a story about a character I made up and Roger Davies with a little bit of Seamus Finnagin on the side. This is my favorite fic), and It Was Just Fate(a story about Hermione and Draco). Talk to you the next time I update!
