The end of the school year had marked the end of their non-magical education. As Hermione and Harry left with the school to their backs, they discussed what they wanted to do that summer. Harry mentioned wanting to try playing football this summer or to try flying with a broom like the quidditch players in the books he was always marveling at with their father. Hermione thought that that would be a good idea, but had trouble agreeing to join him in that quest. That night Hermione had sent a letter to Professor Vector regarding the safety of riding broomsticks and if there was a program that her and Harry could attend during the summer in order to familiarize themselves with flying and broom lore and care.

A few days later, the professor's reply stated that broom travel was safer than taking an airplane as it was dependent on the user's magical capabilities and to not worry. She also sent along a brochure stating that she had signed both her and Harry up for the flying class that would take place in the Swiss Alps at the end of July.

Her parents decided to surprise Hermione and Harry with the equipment for the classes as early birthday gifts and they all went to Diagon Alley for the two children to purchase all of the supplies that they would need. When the 19th arrived, they all left for the alps. The family would spend the weekend together hiking and then the kids would attend the 5-day camp while their parents went sightseeing.

The athletic family enjoyed the views from the great heights that they were climbing and were even able to visit a few locations before the parents said goodbye to their children before leaving on a mini-child-free-vacation of their own.

At the camp the kids had a great time, they met others who were magical like them, and they were able to learn how to perform a great magical feat: flying. They were all separated by skill level and depending on how comfortable they felt they were able to advance to different drills and even learn to play quidditch. As the classes were taught by quidditch players and broom racers from around the world the children got to meet a variety of people from different cultures. Harry was much more adept physically than Hermione when it came to balance, so he was placed in the advanced group and began to learn how to play quidditch and quickly made friends with the coaches and the other players. Hermione in the beginner's bracket was discouraged but worked hard to advance as much as she could. She made friends with a nice girl named Padma and a boy named Neville but they were both advancing on, and she was stuck at the first level. While she was proud of her friends she was notably frustrated. She would groan after every failed attempt at getting to hover above the ground.

Harry's mate from the quidditch class approached her as she, yet again, failed. He was a tall boy, and just by looking at him, she knew that he was definitely older than Harry and herself. "Need help?" he questioned. She sighed and nodded and the boy in the maroon quidditch robes approached her. His accent was deep and most likely Slavic. His hair was a dark loose windswept mop on his head and he squinted in the sun as he smirked at my struggles.

"I'm Hermione."

"Viktor," he nodded.

"Well, what do I need to do then?"

"Your broom es too beeg. Put hand higher." He guided my hands higher on the broom handle than it was before. He held my hands firmly in a pause. She studied his face for a moment and saw that he had a look of deep thought as he slowly removed his grip. "Now, bend and kick ouff." Nodding, she followed his instructions and was happy to find that she was able to hover. "Again." He said simply and she repeated the process. He nodded with satisfaction, "Now you level dve."

"Thank you!" She shouted and jumped to hug the shocked and seemingly overwhelmed boy before finding her brother right behind her, "HARRY! I DID IT!"

"I knew you could do it, thanks Krum." Said Harry.

"Yes, thank you Viktor! What can I do to repay you!"

"No need payment. Just happy you happy," he said with a soft smile.

"I know!" Hermione was excited. She took his hand and pulled the tall confused boy behind her.

"Good luck, Krum!" Harry yelled.

Only turning briefly Hermione stuck her tongue out at her brother before stopping in front of the girl's cabin. She let go of Viktor's hand before entering the cabin. She quickly found her target and brought it outside to give to Victor. It was a bar covered in purple metallic wrappings with the words 'Dairy Milk' on it. "Vhat es dis?" He asked.

"A non-magical chocolate bar. I brought a few with me, I knew they would come in handy."

"No need to geeve me dis"

"Yes, as a thank you." He looked at her confused for a second then took her hand and brought her to the lake side where all the kids spent their free time. There he carefully opened up the candy and split the bar in half. Handing over one half to her. They sat and enjoyed the candy together while they discussed the differences between their two countries of the England and Bulgaria. They smiled and laughed the rest of the afternoon until the second session of classes began. They separated then with smiles, as he went to the quidditch pitch and she to the front meadow to learn how to hover, move and turn.

They repeated their meetings during break everyday until the end of camp arrived. When that happened, there was a small show for parents to see how well their children advanced at the camp while they were there. The Grangers arrived and hugged their children hello and caught up over lunch before the showcase began. Hermione's group went first as they were the least advanced and found that their girl who seemed so frightened at the start of this adventure was smiling and laughing as she performed loops in the air and swiveled between different obstacles. When she was done, a boy ran up to her and picked her up and swung her around at the opposite side of the field.

"Harry, who's that?" Mr. Granger pointed at the two hugging on the other side of the field.

"That's Hermione's boyfriend." Alerted and panicked by what his son just told him. He stood up and crossed his arms as Hermione ran back to them and hugged them excited to see what they thought. Seeing her father's face, she slowed to a stop before him and waited.

"What's his name?"

"Viktorrr…" she looked at Harry for a hint of what was going on. He just smirked. That devil!

"You're too young to date" In response, she rolled her eyes at the apparent protective streak her father was taking.

"Relax, I've only known him for 3 days its not like we are getting married."

"I want to meet this boy." Mrs. Granger teased as she was laughing at her husband's behavior and son's antics.

"I'll bring him by after our showcase." Harry smirked as he walked away with his broom to get ready.

The kids of the advanced class played a short game of quidditch with only chasers and keepers with the game ending when the first team reached 100 points. After a quick match where Harry and Viktor's team won, the children rejoined their families. Harry brought with him the full Krum family. Viktor, his parents and his little sister. "Mom, Dad, this is Viktor and his family." Harry introduced the group. It was apparent then that Viktor took after his mother in all but coloration. His father was a broad stocky man with the same dark coloration as his son and olive skin tone, while his mother was in a word angelic. She was blond, tall, with smooth skin and grace seemed to emanate from her every pore. His sister looked to be an exact replica of his mother, with the exception of her hair color which was the same dark chocolate brown as Viktor and his father.

"My name is Igor, nice to meet you and this is my wife Isabelle, son Viktor and daughter Elena." Igor Krum held out his hand to Mr. Granger.

"Nice to meet the family of my children's friend. I am George, this is my wife Jean, daughter Hermione, and son Harry."

"Yes, I have heard a lot about your family from my son. Let us take a walk, George." Mr. Granger nodded and walked with Mr. Krum across the pitch to talk.

"Strange," said Mrs. Granger, "I wonder what that is about?" She looked at Isabelle.

The woman shook her head. "It is about my heritage, but it is a matter only heads of families can discuss."

Hermione looked at Viktor with questioning eyes and all he could do was look towards are fathers talking with a hopeful expression on his face.

Shouting suddenly disturbed the serenity of the afternoon. Scanning for the source, Hermione saw her father screaming Mr. Krum's ear off.