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Bulgarian Blunders
By, Rogue Wingweaver
Chapter 9
The End
Hermione entered the house, ready to face anything. This was good because she would not have been able to stand the sight that came before her eyes if she hadn't readied herself. She looked to her left in time to see Viktor embrace and kiss Miquain. Hermione steadied herself and walked up stairs. She felt pain but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Something in her heart told her that she would get over him and she believed it.
Her bags were quickly packed and she was ready to leave. She had sent an owl to Ron, telling him she was coming home sooner that planed and to meet her at the train station the next day at 6 o' clock. She would leave early the next morning on the first train to England.
It was getting late but she knew she had to speak with Viktor. She wasn't sure what she would say to him but she had to be strong and say something. Hoping he would come looking for her soon, she stayed in her room.
Viktor and Miquain talked for a while after they sudden kiss and then she went up to her room for some rest. Viktor felt as if he was walking on air till he remembered Hermione. He needed to tell her what happened and hope that she would understand. He walked up the stairs and down the hall to her room. He knocked softly on her door until he heard a small voice inside tell him to come in. As he opened to door he saw the packed bags in the dim light. The sun was going down and the only light in the room was from the small glow.
"You're leaving I see." He said quietly
"Yes." Was all she said
Hermione was sitting in a chair looking out the window. She wanted him to be the one to talk because she couldn't form any words. She was close to tears and tried to choke them back. She wanted to leave with dignity and not pity.
He took a few steps closer to her before he started.
"You know somehow, I don't how I just want to say I am sorry you had to be in the middle of this. I have taken Miquain back. We talked about what happened and I have forgiven her." At this he took a deep breath.
"Just so you know, I was starting to care for you and if Miquain had not come back I think I would have fallen for you. You are a wonderful girl and I am glad to have known you."
If Hermione had any doubt left in her mind, it was erased but Viktor's words. It was all over and she was going home. She wished Viktor luck and went to bed after a small supper she had a maid bring up. On the train the next day, she watched the countryside go by. Only a few days ago she had looked at the same scenery. How different her feelings were now in comparison. She did not feel sorry for herself but was glad to be going home. She knew that Ron would be waiting for her and accept her with the same love and friendship she felt for him. Soon all this would only be a memory. She would look back on it all and laugh someday.
She hoped.
A/N: I want to thank you for reading my story. It is my first here on fanfiction and I think I have learned a lot while writing it.
Rogue Wingweaver
