A/N I'm back from vacation! London was great! I found some fruit pastilles, which I think is pronounced pastels, and some treacle tart. I LOVE British candy! The accents were so cool, and in this pub in Ireland, two guys came in who looked just like Rupert Grint and Daniel Radcliffe. The resemblance was absolutely uncanny. Anyway, here's chapter 2 for this, and chapter 6 for BBB will be up within the next day or two. Special thanks to reviewers are at the bottom! Luv y'all.
The Reaction
Hermione whirled around. Viktor sighed exasperatedly under his breath, composing himself, before saying politely, "Hello Ron." Unfortunately for the eardrums of several passers-by, Hermione did not feel obliged to be quite so polite.
"Ron!" she yelled after an earsplitting shriek. "What ARE you doing here? I find it EXTREMELY difficult to believe that your mother, Ginny, and Harry would have let you follow me to Bulgaria to ruin mine and Viktor's holiday. I know that you have some issues to sort out with your therapist about Viktor, but honestly, you really ought to at least PRETEND to be a bit more mature. What were you thinking? That coming here and bursting in on our conversation would help resolve your inferiority complex? Well, I have news for you. It won't!" Hermione managed to get this out very quickly and, as far as anyone could tell, in one breath. The reason she had gotten herself so worked up was because she had been angry at Ron all summer and, secretly, was quite grateful to Ron, as if he hadn't burst in, she might have been forced to let Viktor kiss her. She masked this, though, by giving a Molly Weasley worthy rant that turned her face slightly blue and very red at the same time. Ron, however, seemed completely unfazed, as was his nature when it suited him.
"Does this mean we won't be doing lunch then? Because I talked to this native bloke at the Bulgarian Floo Network's arrival room, and he recommended a great restaurant that I think translates into "Igor's House of Meat." Or maybe it was "Peter's Smelly Feet." Personally, I hope it's the former rather than the latter!" At this, Ron gave a large, bellowing, fake laugh, and looked at Hermione innocently.
"Listen, Ron. I know you think you can come in and act cute and think everything is ok, but you're sorely mistak-"
"Lunch sounds good, Ron. And I vill show you a much better restaurant," Viktor said with some difficulty, smiling at Hermione in what he hoped was a charming manner. Brushing off a sour look from Ron, Viktor took Hermione's arm and led her into the car.
Once in the car, Ron attempted to strike up a conversation with Hermione. "This is so cool. I mean, what a coincidence! I always loved Bulgaria. They're totally famous for their, erm, stuff, you know? I mean, I DID talk to your parents, such nice people, but even though I reckon I must've heard them mention Bulgaria, I never dreamed we would be here at the same time!" Hermione just rolled her eyes and blushed. Ron could be deeply embarrassing sometimes. Thinking back to last year when Ron had harassed Cho about the Tornadoes, she blushed an even deeper shade of red.
"Oh well, it's one of the things I love about him," she thought. "Whoa… Hermione. You did NOT just think that. Okay, well, you did, but you didn't mean it… right?"
"You most definitely did, Hermione dearest. Face it, you can't keep your mind off the bloke. Even when you've got an international quidditch star practically fawning over you!" came the annoying voice in the back of her mind.
"Hey! Viktor is not "fawning" over me, and he is a lovely person! Really! It's just…"
"Hermione! Are you awake? Hello?" Ron's deep voice bellowed in her ear.
"Oops, sorry guys. Jetlag must be catching up with me," she giggled slightly. Ron's face so close to her own had been rather disconcerting.
"Anyway, Viktor here," Ron said the name with difficulty, "was just informing me that you are staying for a week in his house! It's amazing, I'm here for a week too! Unfortunately, I have no place to stay…" At this, Ron looked at Viktor as if to say "That's your cue, invite me over!"
"Vell, sorry Ron, but I only have vun guest room in my house," Viktor said, sounding apologetic but looking thrilled.
An hour later, Ron was carrying his suitcase up a flight of stairs into the guest room. Getting out a sleeping bag and laying it on the floor near Hermione's bed he commented "Lucky I thought to bring this sleeping bag for emergencies, eh?"
Ok, thanks to my three reviewers
'Mione Weasley Thanks for reviewing! I always forget to spell Viktor correctly. Thanks for being positive, I can't remember if you were there when this joke began… Talk to you later!
Knobby Skimbleshanks Thanks for the nice review, and your fic was great! Anyone who might be reading this needs to go read your fics!
Natalie Potter731 I'm going to try to make this a quick fic cuz it's kind of goofy. In fact, I'd like to get it done before school starts. Thanks for the review!
The Reaction
Hermione whirled around. Viktor sighed exasperatedly under his breath, composing himself, before saying politely, "Hello Ron." Unfortunately for the eardrums of several passers-by, Hermione did not feel obliged to be quite so polite.
"Ron!" she yelled after an earsplitting shriek. "What ARE you doing here? I find it EXTREMELY difficult to believe that your mother, Ginny, and Harry would have let you follow me to Bulgaria to ruin mine and Viktor's holiday. I know that you have some issues to sort out with your therapist about Viktor, but honestly, you really ought to at least PRETEND to be a bit more mature. What were you thinking? That coming here and bursting in on our conversation would help resolve your inferiority complex? Well, I have news for you. It won't!" Hermione managed to get this out very quickly and, as far as anyone could tell, in one breath. The reason she had gotten herself so worked up was because she had been angry at Ron all summer and, secretly, was quite grateful to Ron, as if he hadn't burst in, she might have been forced to let Viktor kiss her. She masked this, though, by giving a Molly Weasley worthy rant that turned her face slightly blue and very red at the same time. Ron, however, seemed completely unfazed, as was his nature when it suited him.
"Does this mean we won't be doing lunch then? Because I talked to this native bloke at the Bulgarian Floo Network's arrival room, and he recommended a great restaurant that I think translates into "Igor's House of Meat." Or maybe it was "Peter's Smelly Feet." Personally, I hope it's the former rather than the latter!" At this, Ron gave a large, bellowing, fake laugh, and looked at Hermione innocently.
"Listen, Ron. I know you think you can come in and act cute and think everything is ok, but you're sorely mistak-"
"Lunch sounds good, Ron. And I vill show you a much better restaurant," Viktor said with some difficulty, smiling at Hermione in what he hoped was a charming manner. Brushing off a sour look from Ron, Viktor took Hermione's arm and led her into the car.
Once in the car, Ron attempted to strike up a conversation with Hermione. "This is so cool. I mean, what a coincidence! I always loved Bulgaria. They're totally famous for their, erm, stuff, you know? I mean, I DID talk to your parents, such nice people, but even though I reckon I must've heard them mention Bulgaria, I never dreamed we would be here at the same time!" Hermione just rolled her eyes and blushed. Ron could be deeply embarrassing sometimes. Thinking back to last year when Ron had harassed Cho about the Tornadoes, she blushed an even deeper shade of red.
"Oh well, it's one of the things I love about him," she thought. "Whoa… Hermione. You did NOT just think that. Okay, well, you did, but you didn't mean it… right?"
"You most definitely did, Hermione dearest. Face it, you can't keep your mind off the bloke. Even when you've got an international quidditch star practically fawning over you!" came the annoying voice in the back of her mind.
"Hey! Viktor is not "fawning" over me, and he is a lovely person! Really! It's just…"
"Hermione! Are you awake? Hello?" Ron's deep voice bellowed in her ear.
"Oops, sorry guys. Jetlag must be catching up with me," she giggled slightly. Ron's face so close to her own had been rather disconcerting.
"Anyway, Viktor here," Ron said the name with difficulty, "was just informing me that you are staying for a week in his house! It's amazing, I'm here for a week too! Unfortunately, I have no place to stay…" At this, Ron looked at Viktor as if to say "That's your cue, invite me over!"
"Vell, sorry Ron, but I only have vun guest room in my house," Viktor said, sounding apologetic but looking thrilled.
An hour later, Ron was carrying his suitcase up a flight of stairs into the guest room. Getting out a sleeping bag and laying it on the floor near Hermione's bed he commented "Lucky I thought to bring this sleeping bag for emergencies, eh?"
Ok, thanks to my three reviewers
'Mione Weasley Thanks for reviewing! I always forget to spell Viktor correctly. Thanks for being positive, I can't remember if you were there when this joke began… Talk to you later!
Knobby Skimbleshanks Thanks for the nice review, and your fic was great! Anyone who might be reading this needs to go read your fics!
Natalie Potter731 I'm going to try to make this a quick fic cuz it's kind of goofy. In fact, I'd like to get it done before school starts. Thanks for the review!