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Bulgarian Blunders
By, Rogue Wingweaver
Chapter 5
Viktor's Past
When Hermione heard Viktor's words she suddenly awoke from her dream. He wanted to talk to her and she had a feeling that she was not going to like what he had to say. She didn't want him to talk or things to change, she needed to be lost in the dream she had found in him. Much to Viktor's surprise, Hermione got up out of her chair and put her arms around him. At the same time her lips were on his. She held him in a passionate kiss as if her last plea to have him to herself. Viktor felt he should pull away but something inside would not let him. He recognized that it was the same feeling he had felt when had seen her the morning after she had arrived. He still hadn't been able to put his finger on what it was. He carefully pulled away from her and proceeded to tell her about the night that had not stopped playing itself over and over in his mind.
Hermione didn't quite know how to reply to what she had just heard. The first thing that came to her mind was to ask questions and they were out before she could stop them.
"Where is your brother now?" She asked first and before he had and chance to answer, she asked him another one.
"What would cause your brother and girlfriend to betray you like that?"
Viktor was hesitant to answer but he soon obliged.
"To answer you first question, I do not know where my brother is, I have not seen him in two years. Not since I saw him with Miquain. After that I never wanted to see him again, I just wanted to forget everything." He breathed heavily before he continued.
"The answer to your second question is much harder because I still don't understand what happened. I haven't spoken to anyone about this but I sense that your wanting to know is coming out of your care for me so I will tell you. After I left Miquain and Anthony, rumors of what had happened abounded. No one knew the truth, not even me. Miquain told everyone that it was my fault, that I had been gone too much, what with Quidditch practice and all. None of what I heard made sense, I had spent every spare moment with her. So I just blocked it all out and refused to talk to anyone about the whole ordeal."
"You have to understand, when I was growing up my brother and I were fairly close. He is only two years older than me and we had a lot of common interests. We both loved quidditch more than anything else in the world. There was a difference though, he liked it because of the fame and glory where as I just loved to play. I hated it when Anthony left and went to school. While he was gone, all I had was mother. My father was often away and when he was home I was afraid of him, we have never had a good relationship. When Anthony came back during the summer break it took two to three weeks before things were back to normal and he was himself again. He was changing and I didn't think it was for the better. When the time came for me to leave for school also, I was nervous but I could not wait be close to my brother all the time. As we both got older we started having arguments." Hermione just sat there and listened with interest while he continued to bear his soul.
"Anthony was very different at school from how he was at home. He was very popular and everyone looked up to him. He was the youngest ever captain of the quidditch team and one of the best looking boys at the school. He could have any girl he wanted. Me, I was a scrawny little kid compared to him and everyone would just look at me and wonder at the fact we were related. This made for a rough first year of school. I quickly grew taller and proved my talent as a seeker and was brought on the team. At first my brother did not want me to be but he also did not want to look bad in front of anyone and I was the best seeker, he didn't really have a choice."
"I met Miquain in my second year. Her family had sent her to Durmstrang, a place were a pureblood would be appreciated. She came up to me after a match and starting talking to me. I found it a little odd but I did not complain or stop her. I had not spoken to girls much and Miquain made it easy. We soon became close friends but mind you, only friends. Things started getting serious in our fifth year. That is when I asked her to be my girlfriend. By then my relationship with Anthony had deteriorated into nothing and he had become the leader of the bad crowd. He took any opportunity to make my life miserable. "Near the end of my fifth year I got an owl from home with a letter telling my that my mother was horribly sick and that they thought she might die. Their suspicions were right and I received another owl telling me she was dead. Anthony acted like he didn't even care. Both him and my father acted like they were free now she was gone. Since then I have hated my brother and I can hardly be civil to him the few times I am around him." Viktor took a deep breath and then let it all out. Hermione could see that this was not easy for him to talk about. After all, it had only been four years. She watched him at he continued.
"When Anthony graduated, he did nothing with himself but sleep around with loose wizards and sometimes even muggles. He spent our family's money but my father did not care about the way his son was living. Why, he wished he was not tied down so he could live the same way. Well, does that answer your questions?" Viktor finally asked.
"Yes, thank you for telling me Viktor." Hermione said. Her mind was satisfied but she had more to think about now. He has known Miquain for a long time, Hermione thought to herself. She remembered back to yesterday afternoon, when she had first saw Miquain. She was by far the most beautiful woman she had ever beheld. Her eyes were violet and she had long shimmering hair that was a dark brown. Her completion was perfect and there was no make-up on her face, she didn't need it. Hermione could tell that she was one of those girls that all the other girls hated because she needed nothing to make her beautiful. She had immediately wanted to hate her. How was she to compete?
