Chapter 2: Hero
"Hermione…" he coaxed me by touching my shoulders but I looked at him with anger in my eyes
"Don't 'Hermione' me, Viktor Krum. I'm merely your 'concubine', remember?" I glared at him before he understood where it came from. Jason was walking inside now and watching, scared for me
"Eavesdropping were you?" he gripped my shoulders tighter
"Drunk aren't you?" I retaliated and he threw me against the window breaking the glass behind me
"Viktor no!" Jason said and reached for him but he waved him off
"I thought you were gone Jason. Go to your room, this is none of your business. As for you…think you'd get away with this eh wench?" he punched me in my cheek and I staggered around him to lean on the bed
"Yeah actually I did. Seeing as Pansy has your heart." I saw his hand this time and dodged, landing a punch on his head. He turned to me and charged. I suddenly got dragged out of there and was facing my hotel room door, where a thud occurred. I looked behind my and found fair eyed Jason staring at me with shock.
"C'mon." Now, Jason is American born but moved here when he was ten but he still sounded American. We ran down the hall and into his room. Panting we fell unto the bed after he locked the door.
"Has he ever done that before?" Jason turned to me after his breathing regulated
"No, he hasn't. But thank you, for what you've done for me. Hopefully, he won't go and break down your door." I grinned at him lopsidedly before I remembered their conversation
"He's a death eater, right?" he nodded
"I should've known. And me, Harry Potter's best friend. I tell him a lot about school he probably knows it inside and out because of me." I looked for the mini frig and took out two cokes, tossing one to him with ease "Honestly, I've done more harm then good while with that guy." I muttered while Jason laughed and sat me back down on the bed
"Hey, aren't you a Prefect or something?" he looked at me mischievousness in his gray eyes
"Yeah. So?"
"Then that's something good while with him. Not because of him, but you never said that." He grinned while I understood what he said
"What about Malfoy? He's not going to become a murderer if I can help it. Even if I hate him." I muttered and Jason laughed while ruffling my hair
"I think that's for another night Hermione. Now, about your wand-"
"My wand! Where is it? I've missed it terribly so. I must have it back even if I have to steal it from him. I shall lock him up for good after taking it away from me. After so long I'm for sure I've forgotten how to use it. Do you suppose that possible? Hopefully it won't be. What a dread it would be if I were to go back to school and my magic is gone forever, floating away somewhere in a jar, wondering where I am. Wishing to call out to me in a fashion that would make you cry. That would be dreadful indeed." I sound like Anne Shirley from 'Anne of Avonlea'; I read too much muggle books
"Yes it would be dreadful if your wand wasn't in my bathroom cupboard. Now why don't you go look in there and see it yourself Anne Shirley." He waved me off the bed and into the bathroom. For him to know I was thinking that, he has to be a seer. Or at least better than that Trelawney woman at school. I looked in the cupboard and found some stuff I am embarrassed to state but also my wand.
"Jason, I love you." I told him platonically and I collapsed on the bed clutching my wand; I felt like Lyra did in 'The Golden Compass' when Pan was gone to far away but then came back
"You're very welcome. Now I'll go get your clothes from your room or are you not comfortable with that?"
"No, I trust you. Just stun… Viktor… before you leave. Not too strong though." I warned him as he left. Ten minutes later he came back in laden with my suitcases
"Viktor had already packed it up for you and told me to tell you that-" he started but once he said his name, I wouldn't hear it
"I don't want to hear it!" I said and I hid under the blankets on the bed as I heard him close the door behind him
"Hermione, you can't possibly….be… that…scared…" he stopped talking once I showed my face over the edge of the covers. I stared in the mirror to the left of my and back stared a pale, white faced girl with messy curly brown hair and huge scared brown eyes. I looked at Jason's reflection. A caring tanned face with timid yet strong fair gray eyes and messy blond hair that reminded me of Harry's mixed with Ron's. Somehow, it was weird to say that these two people were friends.
The strong one sat next to the scared one and patted her legs in a brotherly way.
"I won't say it now. But, you need to go to sleep. I'll stay in the chair by the window." He gathered blankets and sat down in the said chair while I went to the bathroom to change into my bunny pajamas. He was already asleep when I climbed into his bed. I snuggled into the pillow and it smelled like him: axe with some of that musky pine scent. I felt secure with it enveloped in my nose.
"Come stay here with me. It's warmer." I murmured to the sleeping dead in the room and I thought he didn't hear me. Needless to say, I heard someone climb in after a few minutes and felt strong arms around me. I could tell he was waiting for me to breathe easy until he could fall asleep himself.
"Tell me now." I said and he sighed deeply in my hair
"Alright. Bt don't scream at me or Draco after this."
"I always scream at him for little things anyway."
"Alright. His father wants him to join the Death Eaters."
"Obviously."
"Shush. Listen. Seeing as Viktor could get Draco in an even higher position in society than his own family could, Draco was told to become as friendly with me and Krum as possible."
"Makes sense."
"Yeah well, Draco's not that bad once you have him away from his cronies and his father."
"Yeah right."
"I'm serious. Anyway, Who-know-who entrusted Krum to figure out his initiation trail. Hence, what Krum was telling me about killing Percy Weasley and all."
"And about me." I muttered and he rubbed my shoulder
"Look, I wasn't cool about that but I'm not a death eater and the only reason I'm as involved as I am is because of Viktor ok? I don't carry around the mark and I never will." He reassured me as I turned in his grasp
"I don't care if you do or not actually. I've had enough of Dark Marks and Voldemort and Death Eaters Jason. I just wanna get out of here in one piece and be able to see Harry and Ron. Tomorrow is Harry's birthday actually." I smiled a bit
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, he's finally turning 16 that little booger. Don't get me wrong, I love Harry dearly like a brother but he does get into trouble to much." I saw that Jason was smiling a bit too
"At least you're enthusiastic about something."
"Of course. Harry gave me his Firebolt for my birthday in May. He got a new broom anyhow and-"
"How about you go to sleep Hermione?" he asked raising his voice slightly
"Yeah…Night Jason." I snuggled into the pillow more and he wrapped his arms around me more
"Night Hermione." He muttered and was soon snoring softly as I listened to his breathing calm down. As if working like a lullaby, it sung me to sleep too.