He didn't remember leaving the Durmstrang ship, but he did and now he was standing outside Hermione's window. He didn't exactly know that it was Hermione's window, nobody told him or anything. But he was sure that she was up there, more sure of that than anything else in his life.

He picked his broom up off the ground next to him and mounted it. He hesitated for a second, what if it's the wrong window? What if someone sees him and he gets in trouble? What if she doesn't want to see him again? All these thoughts ran through his head and he quickly pushed them away.

He was soon lifted off the ground and he felt good, he felt right. He had always felt better in the air, he wasn't meant for the ground. He tentatively flew up the edge of the window. Doubt flooded his brain again; I should just turn around and go back to the ship. He craned his neck and peeked through the very bottom of the window. Something flesh colored was in his sight.

He decided to fly a little bit away from the castle walls and pretend like he was just taking a midnight flight. He would look through the window like he was looking at his surroundings and if it Hermione was there he would try to talk to her.

He pulled away from the castle walls and looked away from the castle and then looked through the window. One candle was lit and a girl in blue pajamas sat on the window seat with her head turned from the window. All he saw was a mass of bushy brown hair. Viktor flew closer and tapped the window. Hermione jumped and stared at Viktor like he were a terrifying specter. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were blood shot.

Hermione grabbed the wand next to her and used it to open the window. "What are you doing here?" her voice was a husky whisper that was still choked with tears.

"Vhat is matter?" he asked quietly. He saw a couple other beds with their curtains drawn lying behind her.

"Nothing, now what are you doing here?" she sounded a bit perturbed.

"Come vith me," it was all he could think to say.

"What?" she almost shouted.

"Come vith me," he repeated. He knew the plan was ridiculous, she would never go with him and he would not blame her.

"Fine," she said moving the ginger ball of fluff that had settled on her lap. His head which had been looking anywhere but at Hermione snapped back to view her face.

"Okay," he said and positioned the broom so that she could get on.

"How are we going to do this?" she asked staring at the broom with pure confusion.

"Just sving your leg offer it," he said looking over his shoulder. He saw that she was shaking. "Vhat is matter?"

"I'mscaredofheights," Hermione admitted.

"Oh," Viktor thought for a moment. They both stayed where they were, frozen in time. Finally Viktor's eyes light up as an idea flitted through his mind. He backed up the broom and swooped through the window. "Get on behind me," Hermione did as he said. Viktor lifted the broom off the ground a little. Hermione squeaked and took a deep breath. "Close your eyes."

Hermione squeezed her eyes tight and Viktor slipped out the window into the night.


A:N: Okay, I know this Chapter was simjply awful. I might go back and edit it once I'm able to get back into my groove. Sorry, but my brain is somewhere else CoughX-MenFanficPlotBunniesCough Well, hopefully some feedback and ideas will spark my muse. Oh, I started a forum for questions comments and concerns the link is at my fanfiction homepage. Please check it out. Kay, T.T.F.N.