Author's Note: Here it is! After three years, a reply from Viktor! I know that many people suggested I do one, but there was always the worry that it wouldn't stand, or that it would be a pointless reply. Though you may disagree, I'm rather proud of this outcome. Since Viktor is such a mystery character, it was hard to write his personality–yet easy, as I could technically do with it whatever I wanted. I suppose I poke fun of guys' view of relationships in this, but I also tried to give an honest answer. Tell me what you think.

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My Dearest Hermione,

Dobar den! I hope that my salutations does not sound too formal. I know that too often I am mistaken for being too formal, and only some are given the privilege of seeing a lighter side of me. You understand, it is impossible to be in the world of Quidditch and not have a sense of humor. Though, as you have said before, the dark and brooding lone ranger does work well for my image. I suppose all stars need an image. Well, you and I can laugh over the truth and remember that day with the water balloons and the cat. I am going to write this letter all in English (except for that first line which I have already written). I think I write English much better than I speak it.

Now, Hermione, just to annoy you, I shall address your more serious question last. Formalities should be taken care of first. You asked me about Bianca, and things are going very well. In fact, I am very much in love with her. She sends you her greetings and love. I admit, though, that she can be mean. She has threatened harm to me if I get injured in a game or practice one more time... I actually do not know what she plans on doing to me, but she does scare me. Admittedly, it is a dangerous name, and I am sorry that your parents were frightened, but I am also very glad they enjoyed it. If they ever want any more tickets, I can give them season passes! I shall make the poor silly Muggles sick to death of the wizarding world, haha! Really, if Muggles only knew how to play Quidditch! But since they do not have brooms or any ability to fly except in those scary giant metal bird things (planes, is it?) I guess it won't be happening. Still, I am very impressed by their sport called water polo. Played in water. I think a water version of Quidditch would be a fun sport.

Hermione, do not stress over your tests. You are smarter than most and you will do fine. Stress can kill a test, if you let that stress take over. Study hard, study your best, but make sure you have fun! I remember once that my schoolmates and I, right before the O.W.L.s, dumped a bottle of flying potion in a batch of baklava served to the teachers. It relaxed us much, and I did considerably well on my O.W.L.s. Maybe you don't have to do the same thing, you are too nice a girl for that.

And now, since I am sure you have skipped over the rest of the letter to find this part, I shall give you advice on Ron. Always now that our time together was a happy time for me, one of the happiest in my life. I care for you very much–even though I don't love you like I love Bianca. I hope you do not mind, because it wouldn't be very fair to be concerned when we are no longer together, Hermione. But Bianca and I is what I think Ron and you could be. I am most honest in that regard. In fact, I shall be brutally honest. Ron struck me as a very strange fellow during my time at Hogwarts. I liked him very much, but I could not tell if he hated me or worshiped me. It was rather awkward, but also extremely entertaining. I cannot lie when I say that my friends and I made fun of them. Not that such a thing pleased the Teacher-Who-Gave-New-Meaning-To-Disappear-Without-a-Trace, but he was, how you say, stupid. I am getting off topic, I have ranted about that man enough. I am a male, and therefore very dense. Few men will admit that, but it is a truth. I never noticed, when I was with you, how Ron felt about you, or how you felt about Ron. But now when I think about that, it is obvious.

But I am afraid that not everything can end happily ever after. This is up to you. If you care for Ron, you should tell him. Men are not mind readers. Be blunt and obvious, like I know you can be. The mistake that so many women make is to wait around for a boy to notice them. You may think that Ron wants to make a conquest, but he shall be just as happy if you come forward, making it easy for him. Still, and I continue to be honest, I doubt you will be blunt and obvious, and that is your own choice. By telling Ron how you feel, will you make something wonderful happen, or will you ruin a friendship? Maybe this will happen between you and Ron in its own time. Maybe you need to just come right out and say it.

That is all the advice I can give, and I do not think it is much. I feel I have scraped as much emotions out of me as I can. That isn't normal for me. I feel dirty, that I have shamed the name of manhood. But I did it for you, because you asked, and because I have seen what lies between you and Ron–now that I remembered it.

I hope you have a good time doing those strange Muggle winter sports. I am happy working for the Hall of Fame in a normal sport.

Much care and Dovizhdane!

Your Friend Always,

Viktor