My Happy Ending

Humour/Romance -PG - fairytale story - ship: Hermione/Krum
Canon based - the things we missed - short chapters

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters or plots - all property of the wonderful JK Rowling.

Summary: There was a fairytale story within the Goblet of Fire, the story of the International Quidditch Star and the average book-obsessed girl. This is the tale of Hermione and Krum. Ties with canon.

Chapter 1 - The Fan club

Hermione Granger was sitting alone in a far corner of the library, trying her hardest to block out the constant giggles from the other side of the room and concentrate fully on her research about house-elf enslavement. She'd found out quite a lot, that House Elves had been around as long as witches and wizards and had always served as their slaves, not once had Hermione read of an Elf rebellion - which led to her newfound beliefs that House Elves were brainwashed by society. She had spent almost a week searching, in vain, for anything that suggested an unhappy House Elf, but all she had found out was about Dobby - and that was from her friend Harry.

She looked to her left and cast a glare at the girls, they failed to notice. They were far too wrapped up in a conversation about Viktor Krum - incidentally, Hermione could hear every single word and would have been surprised if anybody within a twenty-metre radius couldn't. She felt extremely sorry for the subject of their affections.

Viktor Krum. Sure he was an international Quidditch star, but didn't he deserve to be alone at least some part of the day? Mind you, thought Hermione furiously, he'd made himself famous, he'd probably wanted this. Hermione continued watching the girls, one of them had stepped out from behind the bookshelf and was smoothing down her hair anxiously, she was closer than any of them had come to approaching Krum in almost an hour. The girl moved cautiously, but before she reached the back of Krum's chair she let out a squeal and ran back to her friends. Hermione shook her head, it might have been funny had she been in a lighter mood and much less annoyed.

House Elf enslavement, where was she? It took her almost a minute to find her place again, she placed her finger under the words she was reading, lunch break was almost over and she had found out next to nothing she hadn't already known. If only Krum would leave, she might possibly be able to finish this section and prepare for her next lesson. Maybe she could go up to him and subtly hint for him to bring his books back into the Durmstrang ship, no, she thought, he wasn't the one causing the problems.

There was one thing for it. Hermione gently closed the book and lowered it into her schoolbag; she then closed her bag and stood up confidently. She didn't usually speak to people she didn't know, but after almost a month of this she didn't know how much more she could take, and therefore exceptions had to be made.
"Do you mind?" Hermione asked sharply as she approached the girls, each of them were two years older than her and she felt unpleasantly short, but brave, "you're making such a lot of noise!"

A particularly tall blonde girl with an upturned nose and very overdone make up turned to face her. Hermione didn't know her, but she had seen her dining at the Ravenclaw table before. She had a very sour expression on her face - the others joined in, looking so nasty Hermione wondered how she could have possibly insulted them.

"What? We're being quiet, how could we not be - I mean, do you know who that boy over there is?" she asked.

"Yes," said Hermione knowledgably, "Viktor Krum - and you're being very rude!"

The blonde girl didn't answer. Their attention had turned back to Viktor Krum, who Hermione noticed was looking down at a book but his eyes weren't moving. Hermione hoped very much he wasn't watching them. A stouter girl with dark brown hair and a very pale face was goggling at him, Hermione thought she might be drooling and felt extremely disgusted - but she said not a word.

"Well, what I'm saying is, could you quieten down just a bit? I'm researching for-"

"Aw, little girl wants to get her homework perfect," said one of the girls in a baby voice. Hermione was fuming as she stomped back to her seat and the chattering continued. She did not notice Krum steal a glance at her as she walked back, but heard the voices-

"He's looking over here!"

"Oh, gosh - what do we do?"

"Wave, wave!"

"No, don't, he'll think we're retarded!"

"What are we going to-"

"Pretend we can't see - Amrita, tell a joke."

"What sort of-"

"Hahaha - you are so funny, Amrita!"

"Did he see?"

"No, he's looking away again…"

"Oh, man."

"Oh my gosh - my makeup! I think I smudged it whilst I had lunch! He's going to think I'm such a loser…"

Hermione tutted under her breath perhaps louder than intended. The bell for the next lesson rang and Hermione fought the urge to curse loudly. She'd learned nothing new, and it was all because of those stupid girls! Why couldn't they just leave the library and go find another way to occupy their time? They surely had hobbies - asides from stalking Quidditch stars, that was.

Hermione walked angrily to her next lesson: Defence against the dark arts, she hoped Harry and Ron weren't worried about her, she hadn't told them where she was going for lunch, but figured they would expect her to be in the library. Hermione wondered briefly if her essay was long enough, Professor Moody hadn't asked for a specific length but -

"Hermione!"

It was Ginny Weasley, presumably on the way to one of her lessons, surrounded by a small group of Gryffindor third years. "I'll see you in a minute, tell Binns I'll be late," she called to them and she stopped, smiling at Hermione.

"Hello, Ginny," said Hermione, her momentary anger had left her and now she was excited about her next lesson.

"Any reason why Viktor Krum was looking at you funny?" asked Ginny curiously, jerking her head in Krum's direction.

"What - er, no," replied Hermione.

Ginny's eyes twinkled.

"Oh, I just thought…where are you headed, anyway?" she said.

"Defence against the Dark Arts," stated Hermione - she looked at her watch anxiously. She liked Ginny very much, but the girl took any opportunity to miss the beginning of a lesson, Hermione dearly hoped she wasn't late.

"Professor Moody's quite good, isn't he?" said Ginny happily. Hermione nodded - not wanting to seem rude about wanting to go. "I heard all about those spiders from Dean Thomas, I bet Ron wasn't too impressed!"

"Ginny. I've got to go-" Hermione began.

Ginny looked down at her own watch. Her eyebrows rose slightly - Hermione panicked, that wasn't a good sign.

"You're almost half an hour late! You do remember that Mad Eye said the lesson would be taking place early due to, um circumstances? Harry and Ron left ages ago…"

"WHAT?" cried Hermione. She didn't remember that.

"Chill out, Hermione, I was only joking. You're working too hard."

"No, I'm not, Ginny-"

"OK, I got it, goodbye," said Ginny.

"Thanks," said Hermione, relieved, if she ran, she might make it to lesson in time, "I'll see you later."

Hermione made to rush past Ginny but Ginny nudged her whilst doing so.

"I think that Viktor Krum's really into you," she hissed, and before Hermione could reply Ginny had dashed off to her next lesson. Hermione turned, forgetting about her education for a split second and wondering whether to shout after her, only the see the boy in question. Krum was leaving the library himself. He stood still and slouched for a moment, as if sighing from relief - them he turned and saw Hermione looking at him. Hermione instantly turned away, aware of how rude she must have looked. She didn't turn back until she was within her lesson.

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