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Bulgarian Blunders
By, Rogue Wingweaver
Chapter 7
Romantic Confusions
Miquain spoke to herself as she made her way across the familiar passage, away from the room and Hermione. How could Viktor had given that twit HER room. She had so many memories of the room her time spent in that room. Like trying to fall asleep but thinking of Viktor and not needing to sleep. She had spent many a summer in this house but none more memorable than just after her fifth year at school. The memory of that day was very vivid to Miquain, she remembered every detail.
She had just turned sixteen and had been dating Viktor for a few months. They had done nothing more than hold hands and kiss once in a while all those months. Viktor knew that she had wanted to take things slow. A couple of weeks after they had arrived at the Krum manor, Viktor had taken her for and walk. The outdoors had been glorious, the sun was shining just as they had been when she saw Viktor coming up the rise with that little girl. Birds sang for them and it seemed like everything was perfect. When they came back from the walk, neither felt like there was need for words and their eyes were talking as they gazed at one another. It wasn't long before his lips were coming towards her and she met them with her own. This kiss was different that the others they had shared. It seemed more intimate and important. She knew that this was a kiss you would always remember. A little while later he had told her that he loved her and that they would always be together, she had felt so safe in his arms. All went well until the night he had found her with Anthony, that event had changed everything. Viktor had left before she had a chance to say anything in her defence. The look on his face still burned in her mind, she would never forget the way he had looked at her. There was no word that could explain the absolute distain and horror written all over his frame.
Now, a few years later, he had another girl using the very room that had once been hers. She didn't know how serious Viktor was with this girl but she did know that when she gave him the choice, Viktor would choose her over this pathetic child. Still, she had a small amount of doubt in her mind that she refused to think about. She had made herself come here and she was going to make things right. Make them the way they had been when she felt safe and they had loved each other.
A while later Hermione peeked her head outside her door, Is she gone? She asked herself. When she saw that no one was to be seen anywhere, she quickly went outside. She had gotten tired of hiding in the house, she needed some fresh air. Not wanting to be found crying, she walked over to the east side of the castle where there was a small wood and hid herself behind a large and very old looking tree. It had to be hundreds of years old. Hermione had never one to have a great appreciation for trees and outdoors, she had always enjoyed her time in the books but for some reason she knew a book could not solace her. She needed to be where living things could calm her. She leaned back on the tree and looked up at the sky. A bird flew over head to her nest in the branches above. The day was beautiful, the country here was nothing what she had expected. Nothing about this trip was what she had expected, not even anything she could have dreamed.
She thought about Viktor and the feelings for him that had been forming inside her. He had acted like he felt the same way for her. Now she didn't know, what if he still loved Miquain? How could she compete with her and the history that she had with him? Was it really worth the fight? She could easily go home and forget the whole thing. After sitting by that tree for what seemed like hours, the battle within her was still going. It was head vs. heart. For so long, Hermione had relied on her intelligence to guide her actions. Her relationship with Harry and Ron had softened her and this scared her. Could she risk her heart? Being devoted to knowledge instead of emotion had always seemed to her the safer route. But maybe now she wanted something more than safety. She stood up and decided to swim into the deep water that had always terrified her. She would give Viktor the chance to prove whether or not he was worthy of her love. She walked into the house with confidence, it was in his hands now.
