Disclaimer:
Harry: So uh…you don't own us right?
Hermione: Of course she doesn't own us! She's too young to own us!
IJustWannaBeMe: I am not!
Ron: Well if she doesn't own us then who does?

Jack Sparrow: I DO!
All: 0.0
J.K Rowling: I believe I own Harry Potter.
IJustWannaBeMe: Yeah! What she said!

Pairing: Viktor/Hermione

A burly looking Durmstrang students walked about the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had on black jeans and a brown muscle shirt. His head was neatly shaven and his black eyes proved him to be, Viktor Krum. Viktor, known as the seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team was also one of the four triwizard champions.

A Gryffindor girl with bushy brown hair and hazel brown eyes read the text of a book, glancing up from time to time to sneak a peek at Viktor. Her name was Hermione Granger, also known as Gryffindor's know it all. She quickly looked down at her book as the young seeker looked her way. A faint blush crept across her cheeks and grew even more intense when he sat next to her.

"Ello Ermioninny." said Krum looking at her.
Hermione sunk in her seat before smiling up at the Bulgarian. "Hello Viktor." She said, setting her book down.

"You root for Arry Potter?" asked Viktor with a raised eyebrow.

Hermione didn't know what to say to that. "I root for everyone. All of you champions are excellent." said Hermione hoping the reply sounded fair to all the competitors.

Krum seemed to ponder over the statement for a minute before nodding. "Dat is good." He said. "I hope to win ze tournament very much." "It would show dat my 'ead isn't filled with ze sawdust people think it is stuffed with."

"I don't think your head is full of sawdust." piped Hermione. "People who say that need to get to know you better."

Krum smiled down at her. "Zankyou, Ermioninny."

"Oh um…it's Hermione." said the small brunette blushing.

Viktor raised an eyebrow. "Zat is what I said, is your name not Ermioninny?"

Hermione smiled, not wanting to anger him or offend him in any way. "Sorry, I must have heard wrong. That is correct."

Viktor nodded. "That is good. So, I shall see you at ze next match. You root for me?"

Hermione smiled. "Of course I will!"

The Bulgarian seeker nodded, getting up. Then he placed a soft kiss upon her cheek. "You are sweet." He said before walking away, a crowd of girls swarming after him.
Hermione was blushing like mad as she placed a hand to where Viktor had kissed her, and she smiled.