Chapter 1:

Sorry for the long wait for the chapter.

It had been a long day for Hermione. She had just gotten back from school shopping in Diagon Alley. She was tired from walking the streets and collecting the various books ans school supplies that she needed for her upcoming year. After all school was only a month away and she couldn't wait to see Harry and Ron but some part of her was waiting for a reply from Viktor.

When Hermione had returned home she went straight up to her room and sat her supplies on the bed not even noticing the owl sitting on her open windowsill. When she finally turned around to the window she barely noticed the owl but she did notice the letter attached to its ankle. She quickly went through the possibilities of who could have sent it to her. "Maybe Ron or Harry? No they don't like to write often." she said quietly to herself and realized that it was from Viktor even though she was on the other side of the room looking at a rolled up piece of parchment, she just knew.

She took the letter and gave the owl an owl treat because he looked exhausted from such a long trip. Hermione read through the letter over an over about four times but the one line that caught her attention was "You are strong but caring, even though you look shy from your outside appearance your beautiful curls and warm smile show otherwise if get the chance to be noticed." It was one of the sweetest...no it was the sweetest, most caring thing that anyone had ever said to her.

She was stunned at the letter with memories of of her fourth year of school coming back to her. She hadn't forgot such a horrible but exciting year with Harry being chosen for the Triwizard Tournament even though he was three years short of being able to compete. Also the horrible death of Cedric from Voldemort and the Yule Ball where she of all people was asked out by Viktor Krum. She always wondered why he chose her but guessed that she had that special something that he wanted in a girl. Or at least she hoped it was that way.

She decided to write back to him...but what to write was the question. She thought nothing would even come close to what Viktor wrote. She decided to try anyway. She took out a piece of parchment and looked out her window at the sunset just barely above the horizon. It looked as if everything around it was burning but in a good way. She began writing her letter by starting off with:

Dear Viktor,

I have just received your letter and was more than pleased to see that you haven't forgotten about me. It felt to hear a friendly voice after such a dreadful day of school shopping. I hope that you are doing well in Bulgaria. I am doing fine at home but it gets lonely without friends...especially since after I had met you.

"Hermione! Are you upstairs dear? Suppers ready. Come and eat before it spoils." cried hermiones mother ruining her train of thought.

After supper it was dark out but the stars made a faint light so that if you did go outside you could still see fairly well. Hermione didn't want to be bothered so she took her letter an quill outside and sat down on the front porch with the light on so she could write.

I really cant express my feelings in the romantic way that you could but the best way to say how I feel about you is that ever since the Yule Ball when we danced together I never really felt the same. Yes i did like Ron and I know that he likes me. He is still my best friend but hes not someone i could get along with for in a relationship.

In your letter you had said some wonderful things to me and I really appreciate what you said because they meant alot to me. I also hope that we get to see each other before school. I hope that you will write back to me soon.

Sincerely

Hermione

As she folded up the letter she was going to give the letter to the owl but decide to let him have a good nights rest. As she went inside she wondered how Vitor would react to the letter. She really didnt know but was excited to find out the results of it. She fell asleep that night with nothing on her mind. Surprisingly she pushed the letter away from her mind because of obvious reasons. She was somewhat afraid of the reaction she might get from him.