In the late afternoon, Viktor Krum waited outside a little Starbucks Coffee shop, constantly looking at his watch and up and down the road. Get a grip Viktor. So she's a couple minutes late, it's not like she stood you up. He thought to himself. By now, the sun could barely be seen, dark clouds gathered in front of it in preparation for a storm. He tapped his foot impatiently and looked up to see a young bushy haired girl coming through the threshold. Viktor stood up and looked in the girl's direction.
"Sorry I'm late." Hermione apologized. She smoothed out her clothes and sat down. A waitress came to their table and took their orders; two cappuccinos, one with creme, the other, without. When the waitress left, Hermione brushed a loose strand of her hair out of her face and looked at Viktor.
"So you are done with Hogwarts?" Viktor started.
"Yes. Professor Dumbledore said that Professor McGonagall is going to retire next year, and I was going to take up the Transfiguration class." The waitress came back with their order and set it down in front of them. "Thank you." Hermione sipped her cappuccino.
"Thank you." Viktor said in a low voice.
"So how's Quidditch coming along. I heard that Bulgaria is going to the World Cup." Even though Viktor tried to hide his face when he began blushing, Hermione still saw. "Oh come on Viktor. Don't be embarrassed, your team needs you to stay psyched or whatever it is you guys do to get pumped up for a game like this." Now Viktor became more relaxed and started to laugh, so did Hermione.
"You have not changed, Hermoninny. Still as sweet and funny as I had first met you." Did that just come out of his mouth. Tell me he did not just say those words to her. Hermione, however, said nor did anything after this compliment.
Could he still hold feelings for me after all these years? I don't want to hurt him, but there's someone else. Hermione thought to herself.
They did not speak for a moment, but listened as the wind blew softly, the air becoming cool and moist. "It looks about to rain. "Viktor stated. Hermione was caught in the ocean of his dark, mysterious eyes, "Would you like to come back to my hotel to meet the team?" What the hell was he saying, 'meet the team?' Why the heck would she want to--
"That would be nice," she stopped him in his thought.
'Really?' he thought. "Really?" he asked aloud.
"Yeah, sure." She got out her purse and pulled out a few dollars, plus a few extra for the tip. Wait, wasn't he supposed to do that? He looked at her strangely when she stood. "Well, come on."
One raindrop fell from the sky onto Viktor's nose. He looked at Hermione looking up to the sky. He stood up and the minute he did, the city of London soon became blanketed by the wet sky's tears. He took her hand and they ran like frightened cats through the pouring rain.