Chapter 5
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters! I'm gonna try to make this one longer! Thank you to all of my reviewers! I do realize that Draco is out of character. But it wouldn't be any fun if he was, now would it?
I'm going to be gone to camp for a week, so obviously I won't be updating for a week. I'm really sorry!
Oh oh oh! I got in a play! It's called Sabrina Fair. I'm auditioning for another play the day I get back from camp and then another one the next day! Oh! And I recommend every girl between the ages of 12-15 watch Spy Kids 3-D. There are sooo many cute guys in that movie! I like Arnold and Rez the best!
DICLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't have time to write this because I would be too busy smooching: Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, and the twins. For now I'll just have to live with stalking Tom Felton. (Or as close to stalking as you can get living in two different countries!!!) I do own the cocky little Viktor though!
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Thirty minutes and many Galleons later, Hermione and Draco were sitting in the Top Box waiting for the game to start. Hermione had bought a mini moving Viktor replica, and a red flower that repeatedly shouted 'Go Viktor!' Viktor had given her a pair of Omnioculars (sp?) that day at lunch, and Draco had just bought a pair. They both bought a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and were discussing the flavors they were coming across.
"Ugh! Gross! Vomit!" Draco spit the foul-tasting bean out and Hermione chuckled. "Well, you can't say they don't warn you. 'Ever Flavor Beans' doesn't leave any room to wonder." Draco glared at her as she popped another bean into her mouth. She smiled contently. "Chocolate Cake...Yuuumm." She said and licked her lips. "Do you every get a bad one?" Draco asked incredulously. "Of course I do, it's impossible not to!" Hermione said.
"Hey babe," Hermione heard someone say. Her head snapped over to Draco. "What did you say?!" Draco just looked at her. "I didn't say anything." Hermione heard it again, but it couldn't have been Draco, she had been looking straight at him. 'I'm going insane' she thought to herself. There it was again!
"Hey babe! Down here!" she looked down. It was the little Viktor replica! Hermione started to laugh.
"Y-yeah?" she said after her laughter had subsided. Draco, who had assumed she was talking to herself, just stared at her. Hermione pointed to little Viktor and he raised an eyebrow. "You're lookin' pretty hott today!" The little Viktor said and waggled his eyebrows. He was hitting on her! Hermione blushed and Draco started to crack up.
"Whadda you laughin' at, pretty boy? Finally see your face in a mirror?"
This time it was Hermione's turn to laugh. Draco made a grab at the little person, but little Viktor ran behind Hermione's elbow. "Aw, come on, Draco. He didn't mean it, did you Viktor?" Hermione put the little person in the palm of her hand. "If you say I didn't babe." Hermione kissed the little Viktor on his cheek, or rather the side of his head since he was so small.
Little Viktor turned around and smirked at Draco. Draco responded to this by rolling his eyes and turning around in his seat to watch the beginning of the game. Both Hermione and Draco took out their Omnioculars, Draco's at full speed and Hermione's slowed down a bit.
Bulgaria immediately took possession of the quaffle and scored. This was how it was for most of the game, with the Italian team occasionally scoring. Viktor suddenly went into a steep dive and the crowd held it's breath. They other seeker rushed like mad to keep up, only to be fooled by the Wronski Feignt. Viktor pulled up and shot to the right side of the field, following a tiny glint of gold. Hermione started cheering like mad, and her little red flower was screaming it's tiny chlorophylled lungs out. Viktor suddenly had a burst of speed and his hand grasped the tiny snitch.
Suddenly everyone was on their feet and screaming at the top of their lungs. Red banners flew out in all directions celebrating Bulgaria's victory. If a muggle had walked by they might have thought it was a very early Superbowl. Except that they players were flying on brooms and wearing what looked like dresses.
Even though Hermione wasn't a Quidditch fanatic, she was jumping up and down like a bunny on a pogo stick. Draco let out a very un-manly squeal, and, to secure his sexuality, he pumped his fist in the air very macho- like. But Hermione had heard the squeal nonetheless.
Hermione was suddenly overcome with glee. She reached up and threw her arms around Draco and planted a kiss on his cheek. He looked back at her with shock in his eyes. Hermione backed off him and blushed profusely. A silent agreement was settled between them;
That never happened.
They silently made their way back to the entrance.
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Hermione and Draco were trying to get past all of the people and reach the exit, when they heard a voice calling Hermione's name. Hermione went off in search of it, and in the process lost Draco. He knew he was close, because he could still hear the voice calling Hermione. Suddenly he saw Hermione lifted into the air by Viktor. Suddenly they were kissing. Draco suddenly felt his fists clench. Draco suddenly felt very possessive and angry and Apparated back to the hotel, leaving Hermione with Viktor.
Hermione was searching in the crowds for the voice that was calling her. Suddnely she saw Viktor running towards him. Before she could utter a congratulations, he had lifted her up and kissed her. It wasn't passionate or romantic, just a victory kiss, and Hermione didn't mind that much. It wasn't every day boys swept her off her feet in the middle of a bustling crowd and kissed her. They broke they kiss of and Viktor smiled at her.
"We von!" Hermione laughed. "You won!" she shouted back. He softly put her on the ground. "Congratulations!" Viktor grinned widely at her. "There iz going to be a huge party for ze team! You must come with me!" Hermione glanced around. "Sure, lemme just find Draco and tell him I don't need to go back to the hotel.." Viktor shook his head and took her arm. "He von't care, come on Herm-own-ninny!" Before she could say 'Quidditch', Viktor had Apparated her to the party.
Draco sat on his bed, thinking. What had a rush of emotion come over him when he saw Hermione with Viktor? Was he jealous? "No, defiantly not. She's a filthy mudblood. Potter and Weasley's mudblood at that." No, he defiantly wasn't jealous. But what was he doing, sitting here in his hotel room when he could be out celebrating? He could fix that.
Hermione miserably walked into the hotel lobby. They party had been wild, too wild for Hermione. She had felt like a little girl at a grown-up party. Everyone had been drinking. Hermione had been offered a drink, but had tactfully refused. She was waaaay under drinking age. When Hermione had gone to find Viktor to tell her she was going home, he had been drunk. She could smell Fire Whiskey on his breath when he tried to kiss her. She had pushed him away, saying she'd talk to him in the morning. She had walked into a muggle town and hailed a cab to take to the hotel. Thankfully she always had muggle money on her since she was muggle-born.
Hermione walked into the hallway where her room was. She could see a couple about three doors down making out. She chuckled. 'Everyone's celebrating tonight' she thought. She saw the couple break away, and them a flash of blond hair.
Draco Malfoy's piercing grey eyes stared back at hers maliciously as a sneer formed on his face.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters! I'm gonna try to make this one longer! Thank you to all of my reviewers! I do realize that Draco is out of character. But it wouldn't be any fun if he was, now would it?
I'm going to be gone to camp for a week, so obviously I won't be updating for a week. I'm really sorry!
Oh oh oh! I got in a play! It's called Sabrina Fair. I'm auditioning for another play the day I get back from camp and then another one the next day! Oh! And I recommend every girl between the ages of 12-15 watch Spy Kids 3-D. There are sooo many cute guys in that movie! I like Arnold and Rez the best!
DICLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't have time to write this because I would be too busy smooching: Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, and the twins. For now I'll just have to live with stalking Tom Felton. (Or as close to stalking as you can get living in two different countries!!!) I do own the cocky little Viktor though!
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Thirty minutes and many Galleons later, Hermione and Draco were sitting in the Top Box waiting for the game to start. Hermione had bought a mini moving Viktor replica, and a red flower that repeatedly shouted 'Go Viktor!' Viktor had given her a pair of Omnioculars (sp?) that day at lunch, and Draco had just bought a pair. They both bought a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and were discussing the flavors they were coming across.
"Ugh! Gross! Vomit!" Draco spit the foul-tasting bean out and Hermione chuckled. "Well, you can't say they don't warn you. 'Ever Flavor Beans' doesn't leave any room to wonder." Draco glared at her as she popped another bean into her mouth. She smiled contently. "Chocolate Cake...Yuuumm." She said and licked her lips. "Do you every get a bad one?" Draco asked incredulously. "Of course I do, it's impossible not to!" Hermione said.
"Hey babe," Hermione heard someone say. Her head snapped over to Draco. "What did you say?!" Draco just looked at her. "I didn't say anything." Hermione heard it again, but it couldn't have been Draco, she had been looking straight at him. 'I'm going insane' she thought to herself. There it was again!
"Hey babe! Down here!" she looked down. It was the little Viktor replica! Hermione started to laugh.
"Y-yeah?" she said after her laughter had subsided. Draco, who had assumed she was talking to herself, just stared at her. Hermione pointed to little Viktor and he raised an eyebrow. "You're lookin' pretty hott today!" The little Viktor said and waggled his eyebrows. He was hitting on her! Hermione blushed and Draco started to crack up.
"Whadda you laughin' at, pretty boy? Finally see your face in a mirror?"
This time it was Hermione's turn to laugh. Draco made a grab at the little person, but little Viktor ran behind Hermione's elbow. "Aw, come on, Draco. He didn't mean it, did you Viktor?" Hermione put the little person in the palm of her hand. "If you say I didn't babe." Hermione kissed the little Viktor on his cheek, or rather the side of his head since he was so small.
Little Viktor turned around and smirked at Draco. Draco responded to this by rolling his eyes and turning around in his seat to watch the beginning of the game. Both Hermione and Draco took out their Omnioculars, Draco's at full speed and Hermione's slowed down a bit.
Bulgaria immediately took possession of the quaffle and scored. This was how it was for most of the game, with the Italian team occasionally scoring. Viktor suddenly went into a steep dive and the crowd held it's breath. They other seeker rushed like mad to keep up, only to be fooled by the Wronski Feignt. Viktor pulled up and shot to the right side of the field, following a tiny glint of gold. Hermione started cheering like mad, and her little red flower was screaming it's tiny chlorophylled lungs out. Viktor suddenly had a burst of speed and his hand grasped the tiny snitch.
Suddenly everyone was on their feet and screaming at the top of their lungs. Red banners flew out in all directions celebrating Bulgaria's victory. If a muggle had walked by they might have thought it was a very early Superbowl. Except that they players were flying on brooms and wearing what looked like dresses.
Even though Hermione wasn't a Quidditch fanatic, she was jumping up and down like a bunny on a pogo stick. Draco let out a very un-manly squeal, and, to secure his sexuality, he pumped his fist in the air very macho- like. But Hermione had heard the squeal nonetheless.
Hermione was suddenly overcome with glee. She reached up and threw her arms around Draco and planted a kiss on his cheek. He looked back at her with shock in his eyes. Hermione backed off him and blushed profusely. A silent agreement was settled between them;
That never happened.
They silently made their way back to the entrance.
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Hermione and Draco were trying to get past all of the people and reach the exit, when they heard a voice calling Hermione's name. Hermione went off in search of it, and in the process lost Draco. He knew he was close, because he could still hear the voice calling Hermione. Suddenly he saw Hermione lifted into the air by Viktor. Suddenly they were kissing. Draco suddenly felt his fists clench. Draco suddenly felt very possessive and angry and Apparated back to the hotel, leaving Hermione with Viktor.
Hermione was searching in the crowds for the voice that was calling her. Suddnely she saw Viktor running towards him. Before she could utter a congratulations, he had lifted her up and kissed her. It wasn't passionate or romantic, just a victory kiss, and Hermione didn't mind that much. It wasn't every day boys swept her off her feet in the middle of a bustling crowd and kissed her. They broke they kiss of and Viktor smiled at her.
"We von!" Hermione laughed. "You won!" she shouted back. He softly put her on the ground. "Congratulations!" Viktor grinned widely at her. "There iz going to be a huge party for ze team! You must come with me!" Hermione glanced around. "Sure, lemme just find Draco and tell him I don't need to go back to the hotel.." Viktor shook his head and took her arm. "He von't care, come on Herm-own-ninny!" Before she could say 'Quidditch', Viktor had Apparated her to the party.
Draco sat on his bed, thinking. What had a rush of emotion come over him when he saw Hermione with Viktor? Was he jealous? "No, defiantly not. She's a filthy mudblood. Potter and Weasley's mudblood at that." No, he defiantly wasn't jealous. But what was he doing, sitting here in his hotel room when he could be out celebrating? He could fix that.
Hermione miserably walked into the hotel lobby. They party had been wild, too wild for Hermione. She had felt like a little girl at a grown-up party. Everyone had been drinking. Hermione had been offered a drink, but had tactfully refused. She was waaaay under drinking age. When Hermione had gone to find Viktor to tell her she was going home, he had been drunk. She could smell Fire Whiskey on his breath when he tried to kiss her. She had pushed him away, saying she'd talk to him in the morning. She had walked into a muggle town and hailed a cab to take to the hotel. Thankfully she always had muggle money on her since she was muggle-born.
Hermione walked into the hallway where her room was. She could see a couple about three doors down making out. She chuckled. 'Everyone's celebrating tonight' she thought. She saw the couple break away, and them a flash of blond hair.
Draco Malfoy's piercing grey eyes stared back at hers maliciously as a sneer formed on his face.