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Bulgarian Blunders
By, Rogue Wingweaver
Chapter 4
Father Knows Best?
It only took Hermione a moment to remember what had happened when she woke up. Confusion still clouded her mind and Viktor's place in her heart. They had kissed yesterday, why he had to kiss her. If that act had been prevented than she would not feel the same, she knew it. Now there was jealousy and hate in her. She did not know how to control it or what she should do. She was not sure if she loved Viktor but something was happening to her and these feelings were evidence of that. She did not want to get out of bed but she knew she should. She got up and dressed herself for what she was certain to be a horrible day. Once she was dressed she went down stairs.
Viktor's morning started out a rough one. He had woken up with a terrible headache then Viktor's father had called him to his study to talk. When Viktor got there he looked around at the familiar bookshelves and desk then to his father who had not spoken yet. Viktor could tell nothing of why he was there from his father's face, as usual it remained casual. Then his father spoke.
"Well done son, you did it." He said.
"Did what?" Viktor asked in confusion.
"Why you got Miquain back."
"I should have known you had something up your sleeve."
"I am sorry I did not trust you when it came to that muggleborn, Hermione isn't it?"
"You were only using her to get Miquain back, I understand that now."
"Is something wrong son?" His father asked noticing that his sons face was growing red.
It was all Viktor could do not to grab his father and strangle him. His family was not as bad as some of the pure bloods but sometimes Viktor could not stand them. His family had approved of his match with Miquain because she was from a noble pure blood family in England. Viktor had not minded because that was not why he had loved her. It was simply a blessing that there families were pleased about their relationship. Now that was over. Both families had blamed Viktor for the break up. There was nothing for him to do but Hermione had helped him out of his depression. When he had gone home after the Triwizard Tournament, thoughts of the dear, sweet, and intelligent girl that he had befriended helped him move on with his life. Thoughts of Hermione now flooded his head. What was he going to do? His attention was quickly brought back to his father.
"Father, I had no idea that Miquain was going to come here and I certainly did not plan for her to come either." Viktor said with as much decorum he could muster.
"She is by far the last person I ever wanted to see again."
"But I thought you said you loved her at one time?" His father inquired.
"Is not some of that love still in you?'
"You made a mistake by letting her go in the past."
"I am telling you, do not make that mistake again."
"Especially when she is back giving you another chance." His father said all this in an almost warning tone.
"Father, the only thing I can promise you is that I will take all of what you have said into consideration before I make any decisions." Viktor said and then he left.
Hermione's morning was much more peaceful. She had gone down and got some breakfast then decided to explore the house a little. She wished she had Harry, Ron, or Ginny here, they always made exploring exciting for her. As she walked down one of the halls she saw many doors. She pick one and quietly stepped inside the room. It turned out to be the library. She thought she had never seen anything so beautiful. The shelves of books lined the walls from top to bottom. With a high ceiling and comfy furniture around, Hermione finally felt a little at home.
Oh how relived she felt, books had always been a great comfort to her and this was definitely a time when she needed some comforting. She found a cozy chair and as soon as she sat down the fireplace came alive with flame and the wood crackled. At first she was worried that someone was watching her, like Harry, Ron and she had seen Sirius in the fireplace back in the Gryffindor common room. She soon realized that there was no cause for worry and that this was just another luxury of the Krum estate.
She quickly settled in and soon was lost in the only world she understood.
When Viktor found her she was asleep with her book laid on her chest. He was hesitant to wake her but he knew he must. He raced his hand across her face, moving some unruly hair out of her eyes.
"Hermione." He said in a quiet peaceful voice.
She moved slightly then her eyes opened. She looked up into his brown eyes and for a moment she was lost in them. How she would love to wake up to those eyes more often.
"I have something I need to tell you." Viktor said.
