Hermione Has Met Her Match

Fanfiction by Kitsunedajfox based on J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter

Note from Author: Oh, and the plot thickens! XD Well, thank you to all who left reviews. That is the best thing you can do for an author. It is the most rewarding aspect of writing. If you want to some art that goes along with this fic, please visit my profile page. Finally after great demand I will attempt to write something on Hermione and Viktor. Writing about my own characters is sometimes not so interesting… blah... so yes, some romantic goodness. Oh and sorry for the super super short chapter.

Part 5

His hands desperately pulled and tugged at Hermione's bound body, as her head bobbed up and down unconscious. Viktor cursed his limited nearsightedness due his now shark appendages. He had been so busy with Quidditch the last year he hadn't the time to properly practice his transmutations. So here he was cursing and pulling to free the now-turning-purple Hermione. His Hermione.

It was a cold day at Hogwarts, but the weather to the Bulgarian students was generally nice, even a bit warm for their own tastes. Karkaroff ordered his students disembark the ship in perfect militant style, feet marching, thundering across the field. The headmaster had directed for Krum to wait for the other 'inferior' students to enter and then like a king coming to conquest, the two of them would make their grand entrance. Krum would have preferred to be in the first wave of students proudly entering Hogwarts Dinning Hall, but at Karkaroff's request he became indifferent. He was used to his school parading him about because of his Quidditch position, and he didn't mind the attention at all. He knew very well how to give spectators a good show, and he loved every minute of it. Even in losing games he would still come out on top as the best. The fans would cheer and cry his name and faint when he flew in close.

Now entering into the hall, he could feel the competitive atmosphere pressing down on him. There was no doubt in anyone's mind, who would be selected as a school champion. He was the strongest and brightness in his class, and he would win the tournament. A representative of Bulgaria, he could not and would not lose.

He had accidentally knocked a book off a table in the Hogwart's library while hastily walking by. He stopped to recover the book, but as he bent down he was faced by a pair of very frustrated chocolate eyes. He had tried to apologize, but the bushy-haired girl had already gasped the book, and turned back to her studies without a word. Gee, 'hat was cold.

"Excuse me, may I join you?" he asked politely determined to get a response from the girl. It did strike him odd that she wouldn't be flailing in his greatness as most other girls did when they saw him.

"Sure," she said after a long dead silence not turning around to see who was talking to her.

"Ah, t'ank you," he replied in a heavy Bulgarian accent. Noting that she still hadn't looked at him, he sat next to her quietly and opened his book- Defeating Dragons for Dummies. They both sat side by side for several minutes in silence. Krum finally spoke up, "you are Her…" But, he never had the chance to finish. A gossiping crowd of girls had rounded the corner and entered the library. He quickly stood; his chair screeching on the floor causing Hermione to finally look up, her face to his rear. He turned slightly, grabbed his book and darted in the opposite direction of his now identified swooning fans; he never even said a word.

Hermione now recognizing that it was in deed Viktor Krum, felt embarrassment and frustration build in her cheeks. Whenever he came to the library there was always a worshipping party following. It drove her crazy to no end, since he caused such a ruckus every time he was near. She didn't like being exiled from her choice study habitat but when the Bulgarian seeker entered she had to exit or there would be no sanity. Yet, she hadn't ever truly felt abhorrence towards him. In fact as she sat quietly analyzing the happening, she noted that the upperclassman himself wasn't actually so bad. Even more so, she wished she hadn't been so rude. Fortunately this would not be their last meeting.

Krum finally dislodged the weed around Hermione. His strong arms went around her waist and pulled her close. He felt the desire to hold her in that moment forever- her hair gracefully moving this way and that in the current… her skinny body pressed against his… but her life was being endangered the longer he waited to continue action. Both of their lives were. There was little time left for the task, and his transmutation was wearing off. He kicked hard in the sand and pushed the both of them skyward. In a few seconds both of them hit the surface.

Two teachers quickly pulled them out of the water. Hermione, now awake, looked around in desperate and vein attempts to find Harry and Ron. She had been told that she was the first to reach the surface, with Cho and Cedric close behind. She shoved her way though cautioning hands to the edge of the platform- her eyes pealed on the water. Krum came beside her and crouched down. He looked at her blankly, confused that she didn't seem the least bid concerned with the man who saved her.

"Herm-own-ninny," he said softly hiding his annoyance. She looked straight into his eyes, and asked,

"Harry! Did you see Harry and Ron down there? Are they alright? Are they.." He gave her a weak smile and lied,

"'hey were right be'ind me." An aggravated sigh escaped Hermione's lips as she began to shiver. Krum wrapped a towel around her and beckoned her away from the water. Much to Krum's dismay Harry shot through the surface with Ron, and the crowd went wild. The brown eyed girl let a sign of relief and pulled her way out of Krum's arms and darted for Harry. Krum rather hurt (though he would never show it) stood dumbly fingering a beetle he had pulled from her hair. "Women," He said to himself.