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Although at first glance this chapter only seems to have unimportant things, there are very important facts for the story "hidden" in it. Clues. Read with eagle eyes!


Chapter 11 - What no one told you about him


I slept the rest of the week in my tiny apartment in Hogsmeade. I was terrified by the "prophecy" written under my bed and didn't know what to think about it. My mind was all the time thinking about the words written there and my instincts told me to dive deep into that mystery, but I would only do that when I got allies.

While looking for them, I preferred to delve into my wizard genealogy research and arranged a meeting with Viktor. Next weekend, I would take an international Portkey to Bulgaria and discuss with him in person about the origin of the copy of The Wizard Directory that Durmstrang received. But this would not be the only international trip I would make this week.

On Tuesday, the entire Hogwarts team and took another portkey, this time to Uganda. We went to the Uagadou School of Magic for a two-day learning about self-Transfiguration. Minerva was particularly excited and telling everything about her expertise to anyone who would listen. I was relieved by this change in our routine and was able to disconnect my mind from the dark events that had been accompanying me lately.

On the way back from our trip, we were divided into trios, as the African Ministry used magic even more narrowly than we did in Europe. Some research they produced indicated that if people traveled via the Portkey with a limited number of members, they expended less magical energy than sending such a large group all at once.

This is how I found myself in the Main Hall of the Uagadou, waiting for our turn to board, which would not be until about three hours later, since we would be the last group, and I saw a crowd around our co-advisor. Yes, Severus Snape was famous even in Africa, but not for having fought in the war and having been a spy.

It turns out that the Uagadou School of magic is famous for its studies of Alchemy and the fact that Severus is an excellent Potions Master, makes him a reference on transmutation of ingredients and elements. As if his fame was not enough at Hogwarts, there was a whole fascination here too. Sometimes I wish Harry wasn't so affected by Snape, so he could throw in his face the legion of fans he dragged around the world. It would be funny to see Snape react to being called a celebrity, but I didn't have enough courage to say anything about the crowd around him and I didn't hear anyone say anything about it either.

To be honest, I didn't even think about how famous he was. Since the Quidditch game and the pleasant interactions his dry humor was able to make, I felt more comfortable with him, even though nothing changed while we were training at Hogwarts. He was still the same inedible and ruthless Severus Snape whenever he had a chance.

Some African Aurors were nearby, while people who recognized the Potion Master stood in front of him, looking at him. Oblivious to his audience or simply deciding to pretend they weren't there, Severus was staring at the floor, as if he didn't have people treating him like he was in an aquarium.

Why wasn't he in the headmaster's office?

Severus looked around with his expressionless face, but caught me watching his lack of interaction and something happened between us, something that only my instinct understood. I can't quite explain what it was, but I knew he was looking around for help getting rid of all those people around him.

I could have ignored him and returned all his impassivity of when he ignored me when he returned to Hogwarts, but I knew very well how different we are in this regard. It is not my custom to pretend that someone does not exist. Damn, I do not even know how to be vindictive.

— Dean, are you with your cards deck? — I asked my best friend.

Next to me, while taking a sip of tea, he nodded.

― Always.

— Are you ready to do your good deed of the day? — I asked him, knowing full well what the answer would be.

― Obviously. — Dean answered. — What are we going to do?

— Let's ask if Snape wants to play.

His dark eyes blinked once, when he stared at me. — Shall we?

― Yes. ― I confirmed.

Dean took a second to accompany me as I made my way to the lonely man, but followed me without any questioning. Severus looked up as I sat in the chair to his left and Dean took the seat on my other side. He raised a single eyebrow as if he wasn't sure what was going on and was undecided whether or not it was a good thing that two of his advisees were sitting around him.

Dean passed the deck of cards to me in such a sneaky move that it seemed like the pack was with me the whole time. It did not escape me that the crowd of fans was watching us, but I kept my attention on Severus the whole time, seeing how his eyes passed from the cards to my face and then back to them. Part of me expected him to say no, but he didn't.

— I haven't played in a long time. — He finally said in a low voice.

Dean smiled.

— Great, this way we will beat you more easily. — Dean scoffed.

I muffled a laugh when Severus snorted. And that was it. For the next three hours, the three of us played blackjack, with a small group of his fans watching us. It was weird being watched, so I couldn't help but look up many times and smile at the people around, because I didn't know what to do anymore.

Hours later, when I was already reading in my room and ready to sleep, I received an owl from Harry, with the extra edition of the Daily Prophet and a note that said "You are famous". There were pictures of me and Dean sitting with Severus, laughing during one of our matches, probably the one Severus humiliated us on the first play. Someone had sent the photo to Rita Skeeter and she had given her touch in the caption: "as far as I'm concerned, either of you may be wanting to sleep with the professor."


The next day Severus pulled me aside right after a Transfiguration session. We rarely talk to each other during training, other than him calling me different synonyms of slow, or asking me if I was really sure I was in level ten of magic. Lucky, I didn't take it personally anymore. I know Severus was sincere with me when he offered his help that night at the library. And I'm adult enough not to think too deeply about this strange friendship we're growing.

― Will you play again tonight? — He whispered the question.

I kept my eyes forward, even if I wanted to look at him.

— I'm thinking about it. — I took a break. — Do you want to go?

― Yes. — He responded quickly. — Same time and place?

― Yes. ― I answered and waved to Cho, who walked past us while raising one of her eyebrows. — Okay, I'll go then. I'll wait for you in the same place.

Severus grumbled his agreement and we both went our own ways. I couldn't help but think about the fact that he wanted to go play recreational Quidditch again among all the other things he could do.

Then I remembered: Severus Snape wanted to play with me. And again, it was he who asked. I had so much in my head over the last week that I wasn't paying attention to the fact that I had his phone and yes, we seem to be civilized colleagues now. A reporter pulled my arm sharply on the way out of the castle.

— Granger!

I let go of his hand and turned around. A man not much older than me was standing under the shadows, a tape recorder clearly visible in one hand. It was strange, reporters usually came before practice, no one ever stayed after.

― Hello. — He said. — I have some questions for you.

— You didn't have to pull my arm for that.

He muttered an apology, right before amending the questions he wanted to ask, leaving me no time to refuse them. The first two questions were normal, until it finally happened.

― What do you think about the circulating rumors that Severus Snape has a drinking problem?

Excuse me? I tried to quickly remember about Vector orientations in situations like this: you can never hesitate when journalists ask that kind of question. Never let them see you falter. And lately, I've come to like Severus even more. I went from being a teenager enchanted by the teacher to the only witch capable of dueling him. We maintain a fragile companionship, I'm not going to answer that question with anything that might break it.

— I think he is a fantastic instructor and the rumors are none of my business. — I answered succinctly.

— Has he ever given you the impression that he could drink excessively? — The reporter asked quickly.

I allowed myself to wink at him in disbelief.

— Excuse me, but you are making me uncomfortable. The only thing Snape does excessively is push us to improve in training as best he can. — It's okay that Severus sometimes does this by mocking us as if we were the scum of the Earth, but it was definitely his method of work, we were already used to it. — And I like him. As a wizard and as an advisor. He is one of the heroes of our generation and is a good person. We all know about the mistakes in his past, but we couldn't care less. I know and respect him now more than ever. And for me, that's all that matters.

― So, you are not confirming or denying that there may be a chance of him being an alcoholic? — The inconvenient reporter played again.

— Do you know him? You know what he did? He was a spy for years, lied to Voldemort himself. No one can do this without having extreme self-discipline. — I said it with irritation in the tone. ― I will gladly answer any question you ask about our next steps in search of magical healing, or just about anything else related to Hogwarts, but I will not speak ill or spread rumors about someone I value and respect when I have no reason for it.

The reporter didn't seem to believe me, but fortunately I frustrated him enough that he looked around in search of another "victim".

— Thank you for answering my questions. — He said, not exactly grateful.

But what did he expect? That I would confirm the rumors about Severus? This man has had too many judgments in the past. It was numerous accusations of treason, murder, injustices. Since the end of my first year at Hogwarts, I swore to myself that I would never be that kind of person again. I know Severus does have an alcohol problem, but where is this my business? Or the press concerns?


The Wizard in question was waiting for me in the parking lot when I arrived that night and I had not yet decided whether or not to tell him about the journalist asking me questions after practice. But just a minute later, as soon as we greeted each other on the sidewalk, my brain had chosen for me. We had barely taken three steps when I let it slip.

— There was a journalist asking about an alleged drinking problem. ― We both knew that it was not so supposed, but I also did not want to base my opinion on the only experience of rescuing him drunk from a bar, although I could not forget it.

— Who? — He asked and I said the man's name. — What was the question?

Word by word, I repeated what he had asked.

― I did not violate your trust or your image in any way. ― I completed.

His eyes stared at mine.

— I know you. I know you wouldn't do that. — Severus answered.

My chest warmed instantly, until my brain reminded me that nothing was ever so simple with Severus Snape, which made this easy acceptance of him make me insecure.

— Okay. ― I hesitated.

He gave a small short nod in agreement

— Thank you, Granger.

There was one part of that statement that made me stumble, at least mentally: the word "Thank you". My face suddenly became hot with his gratitude and the implicit praise he gave me. I knew how to recognize what he had given me with that word: his trust, or at least something close to it. What do you say after that? I couldn't think of anything smart that wouldn't end up with me smiling like an idiot afterwards, so I kept my gaze elsewhere as we approached the field.

— You're back! ― Neville greeted us, his eyes immediately blinking towards Severus, with that same expression of recognition as before.

— You know I don't like to lose. — I answered with a smile. — Neville, Prince, again, in case you don't remember. Is there room for both of us?

— Yes, but I'm sure no one will agree to leave both of them on the same team. — Neville threw his arm over my shoulders. — And I want to be on the winning team this time.

I moaned and tried to hit my elbow on his ribs.

― Traitor. — I whispered to him, before I joined Ivan and we started the lineups.

After being chosen for two separate teams, a look passed between Severus and me, loaded with a mixture of challenge and fun.

We were in the tiebreaker when it happened. I was a goalkeeper at that time and did not expect a ball bounced towards me. The ball was already two seconds away from me when her whistle cutting through the wind alerted me, and although it was too late, I tried to dodge, but it hit my right arm hard and I howled before collapsing on the field. A giant cloud of air escaped from my mouth and the pain flared up through my wrist and forearm.

— I didn't mean to! — I heard someone scream.

— Are you blind? You attacked the keeper! — Another voice roared.

Hands held my wrist and looked up at the sky as I controlled myself enough to breathe through the pain and tried to convince myself that I was fine. Some of the players kept arguing about the foul, but I didn't focus enough on what they were talking about.

— Will you live?

Exhaling through the nose, I looked up to see Severus standing in front of me, with unreadable expression and lower lip pulled in a thin straight line.

— I'll be fine. ― I answered, although it did not sound at all convincing. I was worried, it was my wand hand.

The way his eyebrows wrinkled, he didn't believe it either.

— Move your wrist. — He ordered it.

— In a minute. — I snorted.

— Move. ― He repeated, but I still did not move my hand. As a healer, I knew I should, but I didn't want to. — Now, Granger.

I gave him a look that said how much I didn't like him commanding me, but I moved my wrist anyway, cautiously. I groaned and sniffled again when another wave of pain hit the region.

— It's over for you. — He ordered it.

Yeah, I knew. I needed to put ice immediately because there was no possibility of self-healing with the wrong hand of the wand. The pain intoxicated my senses and it was likely that the energy I used to heal myself would make the damage worse, since I would do magic with my non-dominant hand.

Neville and Ivan looked at me worried.

— Don't worry, I'll go to Saint Mungus to fix it. I'll call you later. — I reassured them.

They nodded.

— Are you sure you're okay? — Neville added.

With a quick nod to them and a murmured goodbye to the people I knew, I stood up and slowly followed two steps behind Severus. He didn't stop or turn around to make sure I followed behind him; he just went towards the parking lot and went to his car. In the time it took me to walk the rest of the way toward where he was, he had picked up two small white bags and pointed to the sidewalk bench.

— Sit down. ― I tried to see what he was holding, while I was sitting obediently. — Lift your sleeve. ― He continued to command me and I did not fight him, realizing that he had two ice packs stacked together in one hand.

Severus handed me one of the packages before sitting next to me. I lifted my sleeve up enough and put the cold cloth material on the area affected. Severus bent his body so that his leg was partially supported in the corner of the seat and placed the package on top of his own knee. I started laughing and he raised an eyebrow.

— What's the fun, Granger?

— Look at us. — I laughed even more before controlling myself enough to complete. — We're destroyed. ― A small smile came out of his face when he looked at my arm and then his own leg. — And why do you have ice packs in your car anyway?

— That's a wand I got in the car, Granger. I'm still a wizard, if you remember.

— You conjured them, then?

― If I want to walk tomorrow, I need to cast ice immediately after the game. ― There was a brief pause before he added: — If you tell someone...

— You'll ruin me, I know. Understood. — I answered with a smile. — If you tell Minerva about it, I'm going to kill you, so I think we're even, right?

His expression became serious.

— I won't say a word. ― I didn't answer and he must have thought I didn't believe it because he continued. ― If you are excluded from the Hogwarts team, I will have no one to duel with.

My little heart wrapped this comment in plastic wrap to preserve it forever.

— How about Minerva herself? ― I asked.

He gave me a look.

— Once was enough.

— Didn't you duel her after... when you returned to Hogwarts? ― I was present when Minerva and Severus dueled in the Great Hall, at the time he was the headmaster and everyone was sure that he was on the opposite side of the war.

― Would you like to relive the bad moments of that battle? — It was a rhetorical question, so I was silent. — I imagine that a duel between us could awaken memories in her as well. — He explained.

Oh. I grimaced and he nodded. I struggled with the question that was living in my brain from the first time he asked me to duel, but then I decided. Why not? What if I never had that chance again?

― I wondered why you called me and not anyone else.

He sat against the bench and adjusted the ice bag over his knee, his constant attention and his careful words.

— You duel as I like. Don't give up until it's the end. — He answered sincerely.

― Didn't you tell me today at Hogwarts that I think too much before reacting? — I asked.

― Yes. You react better when you follow your instincts and not your head, Granger.

Was that a compliment? I thought it might be.

— How about Hooch, then? I thought you were friends.

Severus Snape gave me another look. Yes, I was curious and no, I would not apologize for it.

— Her wife and I have known each other for a long time. We went to Hogwarts together. But I don't like Hooch's dueling style, so I wouldn't call her for one.

I nodded in understanding. Severus just winked at me.

― I never thanked you for what you did that night at the Hotel. Most people would have acted differently. I... — His eyes moved to me, evaluating me. — I really appreciated it.

— You're on the team. ― I answered, although now that we were talking about the topic I wanted to ask why he got drunk in a public place. But it was probably a little too early for such an intimate question. So, I kept my mouth shut. I tried to spin my wrist again, but I sighed in pain. — And thanks for the ice. I'm going to Saint Mungus to ask someone to heal me. I hope tomorrow I can wield my wand.

— You will. — He ordered it.

Will he keep telling me what to do all the time?

― Will you act as an advisor when we are not at Hogwarts?

He didn't even blink before answering.

― Yes.


Poppy Pomfrey, now chief healer at Saint Mungus, was the one who attended to me. The scans that showed how many ligaments ruptured and the fracture in my radio made us worried enough that she put me on leave, both from Hogwarts and the hospital itself for the rest of the week. I took advantage of my forced time off and anticipated for Thursday my portkey to Bulgaria.

Viktor was out of town and would not return until Friday night, so I took advantage of the two days at Durmstrang Castle to visit their library. The great advantage of the Bulgarian library over that of Hogwarts is that dark arts texts are released here. Tracking down the titles about curses that focused on undermining the magic of the wizards, I settled in one of the armchairs next to the large window with a spectacular view of the snow-capped mountains outside the castle and engaged in reading.

I tried to cross-reference some of this information with the names of the families I wrote down from the family trees. When I couldn't piece together any commonalities with the spells and members, I picked up another family book, setting aside the "Sacred Twenty-Eight" and focusing on examining the family trees of families not as traditional as those written there. A hundred pages later, when my eyes were already clouded from reading so many names, I made a discovery that had not crossed my mind at any point, even if I had read about her marriage to a Muggle years ago when I was still a student at Hogwarts: Eileen Prince was burned from her family's tapestry.


On Friday, I was already in bed when Viktor entered the room, silent as a deer. I raised my head, addressing the wand over the bedside table, but relaxed when I saw his broad shoulders even though the candlelight in the hallway only outlined his pale skin while hiding his face in the shadows.

— Are you awake, Hermionini? — He muttered.

I could hear the fatigue in his voice. He was out of the castle on a mission and his arrival was expected by dinner time, but something must have delayed him if only now he has arrived here.

— I couldn't sleep. — I spoke, watching Viktor's muscles contract as he headed to the bathroom.

I had been trying to sleep for an hour, but whenever I closed my eyes, my body would lock and the memories of the night I found the runes under my bed in Hogwarts filled my head. Even thousands of miles away from there, that phrase plagued my mind, along with Regulus ' phrase that sent me looking outside. And yet the fact that I would have to talk to Severus about tracking down tapestries burned Wizards, his mother being one of them.

I leaned back on the pillows, listening to the constant, efficient noises of him getting ready to lie down. Me and Viktor Krum had a history of a few nights spent together, even without ever making any commitments, and although it had been a long time since the last time, I felt comfortable with him. Having that night with him would be the perfect distraction I need.

He came out of the bathroom with only the intimate piece and I leaned on my elbows to watch as he stopped at the edge of the bed. My attention immediately went to his strong and skillful fingers as he pulled the piece down and exposed its entire length. I walked around his torso with my gaze and smiled as I met his eyes.

— Come here. — He grunted, the voice so harsh and the accent so loaded that the words were almost indiscernible.

He hissed as I pushed the blankets away, revealing the thin sweater I was wearing, and his expression became voracious as I crawled across the bed and lifted my body, leaning on my knees. I held his face with my hands, his pale skin was hot under my touch, and his eyes were two black spirals clouded with desire.

— It's been so long. — Viktor whispered as his hands grazed my hips and snared my waist, holding me in place as he lowered his head and captured my mouth in his.

The touch of his tongue against the edge of my lips caused me to open my mouth to him and he invaded it, expressing with this kiss, all the longing he felt. I moaned in the kiss as his hands moved — one cupped my ass, the other slid between us. His tongue went even deeper into my mouth at the same time as he ran his finger down and my back arched as he touched me there.

— Hermionini. — He said against my mouth and I felt the same shiver on my skin as when he first kissed me, years ago.

My name in that accent and deep voice was like a call to surrender to desire. Viktor's tongue ran through my mouth again, at the same rate as his finger slid into me. My hip waved, demanding and wishing much more of him than just that digit. The palm of his hand pressed my bundle of nerves and my knees almost gave way when I moaned his name and asked him to please stop playing with me. I was lying on the bed, and Viktor lifted his body over mine. Still not taking me the way I wanted, he lowered his head to my breast and brushed his teeth over my nipple. I stuck my nails into his back and spread my knees around him, settling him between them. Viktor rubbed his lips against my jaw, my neck and finally my mouth again. Holding one of my nipples, he brushed it with his thumb while burying himself in me with a gentle movement.

His back muscles flexed under my hands when he pulled away a few inches and then threw himself again against me. I sighed every time his body moved, and when the wave of orgasm flooded my veins I moaned loudly his name. Viktor's pleasure immediately found him and I grabbed him during each wave of trembling, savoring his weight and the feeling of his skin against mine.

For a while, only the whispers of our breaths took over the room. Until Viktor pulled away and stretched out on his side, leaning his head on his fist and tracing distracted circles on my belly.

— Sorry I'm late. — He muttered.

— All right. — I whispered

His fingers went down, making a circle in my navel.

— You're still beautiful, Hermionini. Still perfect for me. — He sighed.

— I love it when you say that. — I smiled at him. — What were you doing in Sofia?

His expression hardened.

— I was visiting some relatives. There are rumors about a hunt for some wizarding families who support the research of those who kept the magic.

I swallowed it dry and slid my fingers down his scalp as he laid his head on my chest.

— There was such an attack in England. — I commented.

I felt his muscles Harden even more when the tension caught up with him. A few minutes passed, until he took a deep breath to calm down and then tilted his body and kissed me between my breasts.

— Is that why you came here? — He muttered.

— I'd come anyway. But yes, I also wanted to warn you about the rebels.

We were silent for a while, and Viktor resumed the distracted circles in my body.

— Soon you will manage to make everything well and we will leave all this behind. — The hope in his voice was so palpable, that I felt overwhelmed by being the person to whom this feeling was directed.

— I want you to show me why you decided to warn me about the missing Wizards in the family trees. I feel like it's the way to go. — I heard myself speak as I focused on the fingers that traveled over my skin and grazed my navel.

— Did you visit him? — He asked, but his tongue against my nipple made me twitch my body.

— Huh? Who did I visit? — I murmured.

— Malfoy. Did you visit him? — Viktor asked.

— Malfoy? What does Malfoy have to do with The Wizard Directory? — I questioned, confused.

Viktor raised his head long enough to look at me.

— Are you not tracking down the people who disappeared from the tapestries, Hermionini? — It was Viktor's turn to look confused.

— Yes, I am. — I confirmed.

— So, you went to visit him?

Before I could answer, Viktor nibbled my nipple again, licking it afterwards. His fingers slid to the middle of my legs and he traced provocative circles in the moisture left there by the essence of the two of us, mixed.

— No. — I answered with a bow. — Why should I visit Lucius Malfoy...? — Those fucking fingers... — We never had a good relationship.

— Not Lucius. — Said Viktor against my skin, positioning himself on me again and going down my body, leaving kisses as he went. — Draco.

Viktor slid his nose across my skin, leaving a warm kiss on my belly before grabbing my thighs to spread my legs and lower his mouth there.

— Draco? I haven't seen him since the final battle. But I'm still confused about why I should visit him.

The heat, the touch... Everything stopped. Viktor lifted his gaze from between my legs and I almost begged him to go back there, even though we were talking while he caressed me. He kissed the inside of my thigh.

— Malfoy was erased from the family tapestry. I thought you had seen all the trees carefully. — It was not an accusation, Viktor seemed confused that I let something so important go unnoticed.

— I don't think I got to such recent members... but why was Draco Malfoy erased from the family tapestry if all the Malfoys changed sides before the end of the battle? — I questioned, as confused as Viktor, albeit for different reasons. — Draco's mother lied to Voldemort and helped Harry, which is why none of them were tried or arrested after the end of the war.

— I don't know the details, Hermionini, it's not like Draco and I are friends. — Viktor responded, abandoning any sex that we were going to resume in bed and snuggling up next to me again.

— But are you sure that he was erased from the tapestry? — I questioned.

— Yeah, I do. The family line ends in Lucius. — Viktor confirmed.

— That's weird. Do you know the reason? — I asked again.

— Just rumors. — He paused before starting the story. — When we exchanged letters, in your sixth year at Hogwarts, do you remember that I told you that I was probed by some Death Eaters to join them? — I confirmed it with my head, and Viktor continued. — I went to a party at Malfoy mansion. It turns out that Draco was there, it was one of the holidays when students went home. He asked me for help to cover it up on an outing, said it was important. He almost begged me to go with him. Only later did I know how much pressure he was under at that time.

— It was the mission to kill Dumbledore. Harry was suspicious of him around the same time. — I completed.

— The fact is that I accepted and went with him to the muggle village, near the village of your school. — Viktor continued.

— Hogsmeade? — I asked and he confirmed with his head, continuing the story.

— I don't think the girl knew about magic, Draco told me not to use the wand in front of her, claiming that there was the law of secrecy, which prevented magic in front of Muggles, but I knew at the same instant that he just wanted to hide what we were. — Viktor shuddered almost imperceptibly. — It also became clear to me that the two were in love.

— Draco? In love with a Muggle? — I asked, surprise.

— I was surprised too. — Viktor hugged me more tightly. — Not that it matters to me, but you know that pure blood wizards had traditions and expectations that they had to meet. Especially Draco. We are talking about two of the oldest witch bloodlines. — Viktor continued. — When I went to that wedding that we met again, I stayed in the same muggle village. I ran back there when the Death Eaters stormed the party and I saw Draco. He was with the same girl. Those are the facts. — He paused. — What I will tell you from now on are rumors, but I do not doubt that they are about a real event. A horrible and brutal event.

Our eyes met. A muscle contracted in Viktor's jaw.

— Don't ask me to repeat it. — He whispered, his face turning pale.

— I promise, Viktor. — I whispered back, kissing his nose and calming him down about whatever he was going to tell me.

— Draco Malfoy was erased from the tapestry because they found out about his love affair. They say that... — Viktor cleared his throat to clear his voice. — It is said that Draco Malfoy was forced to watch while his aunt murdered the muggle girl with whom he became involved. — My heart tightened for Draco... For the pain that probably haunted him. — I know that he loved her, I felt it when I went with him to the village. So, I can't imagine being forced to watch the murder of a person I love. And I understand why he disappeared after the battle. The woman he loved was killed by wizards and magic didn't even exist anymore, at least not in his family. If it were me, I would never forget. I would never want contact with that world again.

My eyes were burning. I had no words in my mind, in my heart. I knew that Draco was tormented by his family during his entire teenage years, but I did not imagine that he had suffered such an atrocity. I felt heartbroken just to hear about this story, I couldn't imagine what it was like for him to feel all this.

Viktor looked at me and must have seen the astonishment in my gaze, because he kissed the top of my head and hugged me tighter.

— Try to sleep, Hermionini. And then go visit him. Either for one reason or the other. — He whispered.

I agreed with Viktor, but it took me a long time to be able to ignore the tightness in my chest and close my eyes.


Final Notes


Please don't kill me for writing sex with a man other than our Severus. But everyone deserves a distraction, right? Nothing serious. The sex scene was not even foreseen, but the very actor who gave life to Viktor Krum was to blame for this.

I thank Marcela Gomes for consulting the book Goblet of Fire, which made the description of the character come out canonical. Thank you, dear friend. Cheers!