I've had this chapter typed out for a while, just hadn't finished it. I'm sorry: / I've been off my game lately. But well my grandma passed away.

My love life sucks, BIG time. And let's just say I haven't really had the energies to do much. I know there's no good enough excuse but still just thought I should let you guys know.

Catching the snitch and therefore ending the practice session later than usual. Since the team thought it'd be good for me if I could get more used to dodging bludger while trying to catch the snitch.

It was harder than I thought it'd be, since they repeatedly aimed their bludgers at my person. Sighing, I walked to the changing rooms.

Just as I was about to step into it, a person I knew oh to we'll came out of the shadows.

"Why hello Comrade." grinned my best friend, Vincent. He was 5"8 just a little shorter than me. We were complete opposites.

While Vincent had shaggy dirty-blonde hair, and always keep his hair long just a couple inches above his chin. I had short dark brown hair, that needed to get cut. My annoyingly long bangs getting into my eyes was becoming increasingly irritating.

I had dark midnight black eyes, and he had sea-green ones.

Couldn't be another pair of more identical best friends in England, or America. Another difference he was American and I was not.

He also had trouble understanding me when I spoke. So he had been teaching me what he called 'proper American talk'.

"About time, you graced us vith your presence." I threw at him grinning, he was my manager. Since I had finished school last year at the Durmstrang Institute. I had thrown myself viciously into my studies. My brother, as well as I both wanted to aid our fellow wizards in the War, but out mother forbid us. Now that was something me and Vincent had in common among other things.

"Anytime bro, now I have some very juicy gossip for you dude." he smirked at me eyes glistening.

"Vhat vud that be?" I was generally intrigued.

"Remember that Granger babe you were telling me you met at your time at Hogwarts?"

Of course I did! How could I forget such a beauty, and innocence no one could compare to? At least no one I'd met.

"Yeah, Vhat about her?" I opted for instead. After all we hadn't spoken since the War had broken out.

Vincent shivered. "Viktor cut out the vvvvss they're starting to creep me out, making me remember how much or a barbarian you used to be before you met dear lil' ol' me."

Now I shivered, pretending to grimace. "I thought that's what attracted you towards my person." I joked, "Now anyways, what about Hermione though." I said dropping my accent. It had taken me a while to get it controlled but nothingness I had succeeded. Although I didn't talk like and American. More like a tri-bred of a talk of a Bulgarian, American, and English man.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot. This came in for you via owl service to our apartment." he handed me a pale looking envelope with a hastily written writing on it. Although hastily written it wasn't one I'd recognize as Hermione's, but I took it anyway.

"Really bro who says via, now who's the bun." I mocked him.

"Always you Viktor," I raised a questioning brow. "Considering it's called a bum." he said as he began to laugh, I couldn't help myself and laughed along as well.

"Okay, whatever bum." I emphasized. I grabbed my broom, and set it into the crook of my arm. I toured the side of the parchment.

"Hm impatient are we?" I ignored his question, and began reading aloud.

"Viktor Krum?

I hope it's you who's reading this, and if so I have a huge request to ask of you.

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"Bro-Vik you okay?" asked Vincent the concern evident in his voice. "You got all pale. What did the rest say?"

I handed him the letter.

"Are you going?" he asked when he finished. I rubbed my hand down my face pressing my thumb and index finger on the bridge of my nose.

"I don't have a choice Hermione needs me."

"Fine, now that that's understood. I'll go talk to your coach, you go pack and find her." he said giving me a shove towards the exit, and an encouraging smile. "I got you covered dude."

"Thanks, I'll owl you as soon as I can. And tell my mum I'll contact her soon as well."

And I walked out. Disappariated on the spot, and to my flat.

Not bothering with changing, just packing some outfits for all sorts of occasions, not really knowing what I would have to encounter while with Hermione, and putting them into my satchel. Then I proceeded to my side of the bed, and I pulled out and earring from a secret compartment in my bedside table.

Not just and earing, but Hermione's earring to be exact. It had fallen when the git Ron had made het cry at the Yule ball. Since I had ran up the stairs I happened to notice it laying on the ground, and picked it up making my way up the stairs searching for her.

But having found her in a blubbering mess, I had never returned it.

Thank Merlin, I thought casting a tracking spell on the silver flower, earing resting in my palm. After Two minutes, I felt a tug. Letting the earring turn into a temporary portkey.

I let myself be taken to Hermione's side.

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