Thanks for your reviews! I'm updating oh-so-fast, despite my unfulfiled goal.. Arggghhh! Boredom syndrome! If I'm not wrong, I only first published this four days ago, and this is my fourth chapter. Bite me.
and so...
I DON'T OWN THEM, I DON'T OWN ANY OF THEM, IT'S ALL JK'S.
Ron-bashers might actually like this chapter, things tend to go a little sour for him.
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"Viktor! What are you doing here?" Hermione hissed, although she didn't know at all what to do with the Bulgarian who was lying, sprawled like an eagle over her kitchen floor. He looked a wreck.
Viktor mumbled something that sounded remotely like "So cool" into the floor. His bottle of unknown contents had rolled out of his hand, and it was oozing out, all over the sparkling, clean white floor. Hermione rolled her eyes irritably, and with a flick of her wand, and a "Scourgify!", Hermione had the problem settled.
She heaved Viktor onto one of her willow chairs, where he almost slid off, mumbling appreciatively. Hermione hastily hurried over to the kitchen door and cast an ImperturbableCharm on the door before locking it shut. Then she scuttled back to Viktor, sizing him up worriedly.
"What am I going to do…?" Hermione paced up and down, wondering which spell would help to cure her friend.
"My-knee" Hermione spun around.
"My-knee… I need you."
"Oh my god."
"You don't know –hic- how important it is –hic-"
"Viktor!"
"I haff to tell –hic- mio-knee!" Viktor banged the table angrily. He started shaking his head and making impatient noises, and anyone who entered the scene then would have been given the impression that he was a mentally disabled kid.
"MIO-NEE!" Viktor pranced onto Hermione, who was unable to support Viktor's weight, and they both crashed into a kitchen counter, and pieces of cutlery, kitchen utensils and dishes crashed onto the floor. Hermione screamed.
"Heh heh." A grin was spread across his handsome yet wasted face.
"Help! - Viktor! You're scaring me!" Hermione was squashed by him, and not to mention, the bear hug that he was currently crushing her with.
After a lot of struggling – and a lot of protesting (on both parts) - they were back on Square One. Viktor was lying on the floor, gurgling to himself.
"Good Lord." Hermione gasped, putting her hand to her forehead.
She shouted repairing and cleaning spells and everything was back to normal, except for the enormous mess that lay in the middle of her kitchen floor, hiccoughing and laughing to himself.
"I... haff to tell you, mee-yone…" Viktor made an action to get up. He clung onto Hermione's willow chair and heaved himself up, before standing up very unsteadily, wobbling before a very fearful Hermione.
"I…"
"I…"
He collapsed on top of Hermione, who, out of instinct, stuck her hands out to break his fall, only to fall back onto the kitchen counter where he wrapped his arms around her once more giggling like a giddy girl.
"… Mione?"
Hermione froze. This was getting worse by the second.
"What's…?"
I thought I put an Imperturbable Charm! Hermione thought desperately.
"It's not what it looks like!" Hermione mustered enough force to push Viktor back onto a chair. His head fell onto the table, and he started snoozing. Hermione would have cooed about how adorable he looked if it wasn't for the disastrous situation she was now in.
"It seems very much like what it looks like!" Ron said angrily. He marched over to Viktor and gave his head a violent shove.
"What's this foul thing doing here! And why was he hugging you in MY kitchen! I turn my back for five minutes-"
"I told you it's not what it looks like! He's drunk! He just came over because I'm the only friend in London that he has!"
"Oh right. What a cleverly-spun story you got there. Been planning this for ages, haven't you! Mione, we were going to be married in March! I never knew you would do such a thing!"
"Would you please be more reasonable? I'm not doing the unspeakable, Ron! I never knew you would think I would do such a thing!" Hermione's eyes were brimming her tears. She was only too dignified to let them spill.
"Oh I am so STUPID 'Mione! My fiancé is making love to another man in her kitchen on Christmas and I'm supposed to believe her when she tries to bluff me with one of her cheapest stories yet!"
"I was not making love to him, Ron! Why won't you believe me!"
"Because this asshole was your boyfriend before!"
"STOP BEING SUCH A BASTARD, RON!"
"STOP BEING SUCH A WHORE! Sleeping around! Now I know why you're so busy-" his bellows were drowned out by Viktor's sudden outburst of cackling.
"I THOUGHT YOU WOULD TRUST ME!"
"WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG!"
A tawny owl suddenly thought that it was the right time to fly in and land on the table in between the both of them. They made a snatch for the letter in its beak at the same time, but Ron, being a skilled Auror with quick reflexes, got to it first – he read the letter, spat in contempt, and shoved it into his pocket.
"Seamus is in hospital. I'll be off. Merry Christmas, sweetheart!"
"Oh Merry Christmas indeed! Don't trip!" Hermione scoffed. Ron promptly tripped at the door, landing on his face. Hermione gave a cold, hard laugh; Ron got up, harrumphed, and without so much as glaring at Hermione, stomped out of the vicinity. Hermione was secretly grateful she had a Tripping Charm at her disposal.
Hermione glanced at Viktor, who was still sleeping peacefully.
"This is entirely your fault." Hermione sniffed, brushing tears out of her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
When Hermione got back into the dining room, puffy-eyed and hair in a mess, there was a deathly silence. All eyes were on Hermione, who looked at her feet uncomfortably. They must have heard the entire racket that had just happened in the kitchen, and seen Ron stomping out of the place cussing.
There was an awkward silence as Hermione stood there and the Weasleys stared, all not knowing what to do. Hermione noticed that Harry was gone. He must have chased after Ron.
"Uh – Cheers to Hermione!" Fred called out, holding his mug of Pumpkin Juice up. The rest quickly got the gist of it and did the same. Soon everyone was finding every excuse to drink to, and by the 32nd reason ("And cheers to Harry's successful trip out of the fireplace!"), Ginny's head was rolling around on her neck, tipsy. Hermione was seated down, her eyes were dry, but she was still very upset over the incident.
It was only a matter of time before everyone except Molly was drunk. Ashamed, Molly quickly excused herself and brought the rest of them home by a Muggle Taxi.
Hermione cleared the dishes, piling them up neatly and carrying them to the sink. She could have just finished the job with a flick of her wand, but Hermione sometimes enjoyed the perk of doing things using Muggle methods. It helped her stay connected to her Muggle origin.
She was walking into the kitchen with a load of dirty dishes in her arms, when she was shocked out of her wits.
"Um. Hello Hermyone." Viktor greeted awkwardly as Hermione cringed at the sight of all the broken china in her kitchen. Shards of porcelain had barely escaped scarring her legs. "I'll help you vith that… Reparo!"
"…thanks. What uh… brought you to your er… senses?"
"I can control myself pretty vell."
"Oh! And you couldn't control yourself before?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to pour out.
"That… I… did not mean at all…" Viktor shuffled his feet. Hermione could not help herself.
"Oh, so you were fully conscious, were you?" she barked. Viktor was taken aback by her outburst.
"I am very sorry, I juzt could not-"
"You asshole! You caused a fight between me and Ron for absolutely nothing! Now he thinks I'm cheating on him with a scum like you!" Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"I did not mean to bring such an end to your relationship, I swear."
"It is not the end of our relationship! And I bet you were hoping with every fiber of your pathetic being that it was, wasn't it!" Hermione started pummeling Viktor on his chest while hurling abusive remarks at him. He did not retaliate, as if taking the blame.
"I am so sorry. I just wished to declare my emotions, Herm-own-knee."
"WHAT emotions! That you're such an idiot to like me after all these years? It's over, Viktor! We were never together to start with! Give it up and GET A LIFE!" with these last words she shoved Viktor to the side, sat down on the chair and covered her face with her hands. Tears of despair and exasperation fell from her eyes. Viktor watched, guilt-ridden, and tried to pat her on her shoulder, only to have his hand shrugged off.
There was a pregnant pause between the two. Just then, Harry burst through the doors. Both Hermione and Viktor looked up in surprise at the panting intruder. Then, Hermione noted with mortification – Harry was covered in blood.
"'Mione! Ron –"he started, bending down to catch his breath.
"What?" a panicking Hermione rose and dashed over to Harry.
"It's – it's – Ron -"
"Ron – was – was-"Harry's face reddened. He looked at Hermione with eyes filled with pure sadness.
"What!" Hermione was on the verge of crying out again. What was going on? Why was Harry covered in blood? Where was Ron? Why? Where? What? Who?
"He – he was – thrown off –"Harry continued. A horrible pang overcame Hermione. Thrown off? Thrown off what?
"We were – were cornered – by Death Eaters – Seamus – was a trick –"another horrible jolt struck Hermione.
"We were – on top of a building –"Harry gasped, "and then – Ron dodged a curse – and then he lost his balance – and fell off the building –"Hermione fell to her knees in disbelief.
"No…"
"I – I – blacked out – when I awoke – everyone was gone…" his own eyes seemed to become watery.
"Oh my god," Hermione whispered, still in immense shock. "don't pull my leg, Harry, it's not funny!"
"I'm not joking, Hermione!" Harry snapped, still recovering from his own trauma.
"DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME! STOP LYING!"
"I'M NOT LYING!" Harry was now up, throwing Hermione a stone-cold glare. Hermione clutched her cheeks. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Viktor was still standing in the same spot, speechless. He was clearly in a state of shock himself.
"Why! WHY!" Hermione screamed. She grabbed Harry by the collar. "WHY DIDN'T YOU CATCH HIM? WHY DID YOU LET HIM FALL!"
"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" Harry pulled out of Hermione's vice-like grip, shaking with fury. "IT WASN'T MY FAULT, OKAY? I WAS CORNERED! AND RON WAS TRYING TO BE SMART, TRYING TO TAKE ON A DOZEN DEATH EATERS AT THE SAME TIME! I WAS TELLING HIM TO STOP, TO GIVE IN! BUT HE THOUGHT HE COULD PLAY THE HERO AND TRIED TO DUEL THEM! IN THE END HE FELL TO HIS DEAT-"
"She haz heard enough."
Hermione, trembling, looked at Viktor. He did not looked as badly affected as either Hermione or Harry, but there was definitely a bit of sadness in his chestnut eyes.
Harry gave a cold laugh – one not unlike the one Hermione gave Ron before he left – and trudged out of the place. Hermione heard the front door slam shut, and she slid to the floor, weeping.
"Oh my God… Why?" Hermione let out a choked sob. "Why…?"
Viktor helped her up by her shoulders, and when she didn't resist or try to push him away, he hugged her. Hermione broke into more painful sobs.
"And the last thing I did was make him trip," Hermione choked. Viktor could not help but give a little sad smile.
:O
Did I just wipe Ron out like that, or did I just wipe Ron out like that.
I am amazed by my own ideas. Ron thrown off a building while fighting Death Eaters... How fascinating.
Oh well. At least I got rid of him, like how so many of you wanted it to be like.
Tata See you then.