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Viktor woke up. He was led in the middle of the street out side the Dragons Lair. He could tell that it was the early hours of the morning he could tell that much. It was dark and the street was empty, just the faint sound of music and people could be heard in the background.
How had he ended up here? He couldn't remember going into the pub let alone coming out. In fact, he couldn't remember anything about the previous day. Why hadn't anyone come to find him? Come to get him? Surely Hermione would. Surely she would have been in the least bit worried. She would have tried to contact him and knowing that this was his favourite pub would have looked for him there. So why was he led here in the middle of the pavement.
He felt awful. His head was throbbing. When he stood up, he swayed but stayed upright as he started the long stumble home.
When he arrived back at his apartment he found that it was empty and silent. There was no sound to be heard. Even the usual buzz that usually embodied the apartment was gone there was nothingness.
Viktor turned the lights on as he walked through the apartment being careful to be quiet so as no to wake Hermione who was sure to be sleeping. He went through to the bedroom and opened the door silently. He walked towards the bed then noticed that it was empty, the covers as neat as they had been when Hermione had made it the previous morning. The only difference was the small imprint on the edge of the bed as though someone had been sitting there. In the middle of the bed there was a piece of screwed up parchment. He sat on the edge on the bed in the imprint left hours before. He slowly read the note. Everything came back to him. What had happened, what had happened to Hermione and how he had ended up in the Dragons Lair?
Hermione had left him. She had gone because she had had enough. She said that she had to leave before it 'killed both of them'. He had gone too far he had hurt her. He had made her leave him. What was he going to do? Apart from quid ditch, Hermione was his life. What was he supposed to do now without her? She was his first true love. He had never felt the way that he did for her for anyone before. He never wanted to let her go, never wanted to loose her. But here he was now, on his own without her.
She had gone.
Where had she gone?
The Weasleys.
She must have gone to them. One of them at least. She had always been close to them. They were more of a family to her than her own. She was so close to all of them. But then they had been through a lot together.
But had she? Where else could she have gone?
Potter.
She could have gone to him. She could have left Viktor to go to him. They were after all 'very good friends'.
But what if it's more? What if she loves him? What if she doesn't love me any more? Then what do I do? I haven't been with on my own for so long. She's everything to me. Tears threaten, for the first time in years, to over whelm him. He led on Hermione's space on their bed and wept. For the first time since he was a young boy, he wept. He wept for the love that he could have lost. That he had forced away.
He fell asleep curled up in the foetal position his cheek and the pillow tear stained.
When Viktor finally woke up it was light outside and he could hear the hustle and bustle in the street outside the bedroom window. He was thankful that his head was clearer and that his head ache was a lot better, though he did still have a dull ache. He hoped that it would clear up soon because he needed as clear a head as possible today. He was going to try to find Hermione.
He had a shower and changed into some clean clothes. When he emerged from the bathroom he caught sight of the clock on the wall. It read 1:30. It was already the afternoon! He had been asleep most of the day. He quickly grabbed a jacket and rushed out of the door not sure where he was going first.
He walked down the street trying to think things through.
Ginny.
The youngest Weasley had always been the one that Hermione went to is she had a problem. She was the one she went to if she needed advice. She was the one that Hermione talked to when she didn't, or couldn't, confide in the boys. Surely Ginny would be the one that she went to when she was in trouble.
Luckily Viktor knew where she lived. He had actually been around hers several times when she had had her dinner parties. He always felt slightly out of place at them though. Everybody else went to school with each other, had known each other for years. He on the other hand was the outsider. He had only gone to Hogwarts for a year, when the Triwizard took place. And even then he had spent most of his time alone on the boat. He had never really mixed with these people. But Hermione had. They had been her life. She would have died for any of them, she almost had on occasions. He had known deep down that he might never be as important to her as they were. He could never come between them.
When he arrived outside her house he knocked loudly on the door. When the door opened it was not Ginny who opened it but Neville Longbottom.
'Hello Viktor. Hermione's not here if that's what you're wondering. I haven't seen her all week.' Neville said, curious as to why the quidditch player was standing on the doorstep. 'You can come in for a drink if you want I'm sure ginny wont mind.' he said gesturing for Viktor to go into the house.
'Herm-own-ninny is not here? But I thought- never mind. Could I talk vith Ginny?' Viktor said accepting Neville's invitation to go in side.
Viktor followed Neville through the hallway to their spacious living room.
'Do you want a drink, mate?' he asked and Viktor simply shook his head. 'Ok, have a seat and I'll go and get ginny.'
He left the room and Viktor was left on his own. He sat down and looked around the room. There were photographs everywhere. More red haired people were waving at him from the multitude of frames that he had ever seen.
Weasleys. There really were loads of them.
His eyes rested however on a large frame above the fireplace. In it was a collage of countless photos of a six people. Staring at him from numbers of individual and group snaps was Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger. Viktor felt a pang of jealously as he saw their faces smiling down on him. Hermione looked happier in these pictures than he ever did when she was with him, even in the early days she was never this happy.
Viktor knew that after the events of the her fifth year at Hogwarts when they had all gone to the ministry of magic together Ginny, Neville and Luna had joined Harry, Ron and Hermione as their close friends. But after what they had been through it wasn't surprising was it? But then there was still the 'golden trio'. They were closer than family. They would do anything for each other. Anything.
'What the fuck are you doing here?' came a voice from the door breaking his train of thought. Ginny was stood in the doorway with a less than happy expression on his face. 'I do not want you in my house.'
'Vare is Herm-own-ninny?' Viktor pleaded desperately 'Vare has she gone? I vant to talk to her. To explain-'
'To explain what? Why you hit her? Why she can't sleep at night? Did you honestly think that I would tell you where she was? If she left you, it was for a good reason. Now get out of my house.' Ginny berated as her ears became increasingly redder. She pointed to the door that Viktor had just come through.
Viktor stood up defeated. He walked towards the door. When he had reached Ginny. She once again pointed towards the door.
'Out' she said.
'But vare is she? You know don't you? She is vith Harry isn't she?' he asked every word filled with desperation.
'Out' she said once more.
Viktor walked out of the door and on to the street.
Ginny has seen her. She knows where she is. Does she know what happened that night? She was so angry. I had heard from Hermione how bad the 'Weasley temper' was but I never knew that it was that bad. She just snapped she never even said hello.
Viktor just kept walking. He knew where he was going. He was going to potters house. That's where Hermione was. She was with him. He knew it now.
He walked through the streets trying to work out what he was going to say to her. What he was going to do to make it up to her. How could he make it all better? He stopped dead, causing the person who was walking behind him to bump in to his back. He could apparate there. It would save time. Why did he keep forgetting that he could do that? But then the walking did help to clear his head.
He made his decision. He walked down a side alley and made sure that no one was looking. With a small pop that alarmed only a cat that was sat on a near by wall he apparated.
He appeared again outside of Harry's house. He walked up the path towards the door. He reached out and knocked on the door. Giving three strong loud knocks.
A voice came from within.
'It's open. Come on in.'
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