Hi! I literally just posted that last chapter and submitted it. Again, I am so sorry about not adding to the story since September, aside from the chapters posted today. No more excuses! If you read this before and are reading this again now that it is being continued, thank you so much for being more dedicated than me! It shows that I can't leave a story unfinished! See you at the bottom!
Hermione's POV
The halls are so crowded. Even the balconies are crowded. It's like the only places that are close to calm or normal are the common rooms, dormitories, and the tree that Harry, Ron, and I sit at. Even the library is crowded with foreign students who are interested in all the books they don't have. I normally would be okay with the stadium being full all the time of people practicing, but now it is a hassle because every time I want to talk to Viktor I can't, simply because I can almost never find him in the midst of all the want-to-be quidditch players. It's been at least a good four days without talking to him, only actually seeing him at meals. I don't know why I honestly cared so much, I have never really fell for someone and I'm not sure how it feels. All I know is that Viktor is handsome, sweet, smart, and likes me. There are so many people with the same qualities as him, but no one else likes me, which changes everything.
The Yule Ball seems like forever ago, the only reminders of it are the clothing in the corner of my closet and the pictures laying in my nightstand. Viktor is so incredible. The way he isn't like other boys at Hogwarts, not just because he is older than most of the boys I talk to. Liking him is so much different than my old crush on Fred, Ron's brother. I only liked Fred because he was funny, handsome, and didn't think I was completely weird. As I know now, there is a terrible difference between not thinking someone is completely weird, and actually wanting to pay attention and have time with someone. The only thing that keeps me from being head-over-heels for Viktor is the fact that I don't know him. I have only recently met him, and I can't help but think about all the conversations we haven't had with eachother yet. That's it... I'm going to find Viktor.
Well, I know he isn't in the Quidditch stadium or locker room, library, or in the Grand Hall. My feet seem soundless as I walk in the grass toward the tree that I usually sit at with Harry and Ron. There is a fair amount of people outside; some playing in the lake, some laying down on blankets in the grass, some walking along the forest's edge. Well I guess he must be busy. Unless he is in Hogsmeade, in that case I will not go and find him. That place is a mess.
Harry and Ron are in Hogsmeade looking at the new broomsticks and getting the latest edition of "Witchcratch Weekly's Extreme Broomsticks", Ginny is busy helping out Professor McGonagal for extra credit on her test that she completely failed, and here I am sitting alone. Wait! I brought Hogwarts: A History! I can finish reading and taking notes on the section about potions made from herbs! At that thought, I took out my book and didn't stop reading until a certain someone came and distracted me.
Viktor's POV
Wow, there are so many beautiful flowers to choose from. I can either go with the pink ones that fade to orange in the sunlight, or I can pick the ones that are blue with purple rings on it. I walk down the quaint aisle until I see the perfect bouquet of pink flowers that fade to purple at the tips. These are the ones. I gently grabbed the bouquet and saw that the vase it was in was clear until you put it under light, where it became a crystal blue that slightly sparkled. "Hello ma'am, I would like to buy these." The old lady at the register looked at me and smiled,"Son, you look in love. Are these flowers for a special girl?" I smiled at this old woman, so interested in a young man's love life. She had gray curls and a hunched back, only about 5 feet tall if that, but she still had lively eyes. A shocking shade of blue that made her look youthful, even with wrinkled surrounding them. "Why, I hope so ma'am. Wish me luck!" I smiled and payed her 10 sickled, about 3 more than she needed. She smiled and wished me luck as I left the tiny old hole-in-the-wall on Main Street, Hogsmeade.
Hermione's POV
"Don't move. Guess who." My head snapped out of my book and I instantly recognized the thick accent. "Viktor?" I turned my head to see behind the tree I was slumped against, and Viktor came out from behind it with his hands behind his back holding something. "Viktor, what is behind your back?," he smiled and pretended as if he didn't hear me,"Viktor, there is obviously something your hiding from me." I smirked with a sense of curiosity and excitement. As soon as I began to push myself up, Viktor took out a beautiful bouquet of flowers with my favorite colors. I didn't know what to say, so instead I got up and jumped at him, wrapping my arms around him so tightly I could hear him struggling to breathe laugh at the same time.
"I know we haven't been able to talk much zeens ze new styudenz zave been here, zo I got zyou deez." I moved my head to look up at him, and he did something I have been dreaming about for the last couple couple of weeks. He kissed me. Viktor Krum kissed me! He could have any girl he wants, could be kissing anyone he pleases without a doubt, but instead he wants to kiss and be with me. The kiss was so passionate and slow, and it sent tingles up my spine. I moved my hands from around his torso so around his neck loosely, and he placed his warm, rather large hands on my hips; holding me close to him. I didn't realize I was starting to smile until he stopped kissing me and looked down at me, a warm smile on his face and asked why I was smiling. "I was just thinking about how this moment is so perfect."
I blushed as he tucked a strand of my wavy, light brown hair behind my ear. He focused in on me with his piercing light blue eyes as he told me how he has never felt this way for anyone else. I felt a sudden rush of butterflies in my stomach, causing me to smile as I was too stunned to say anything back. THE Viktor Krum, famous Bulgarian quidditch player, handsome, tall, muscular Krum. I couldn't believe my luck. Not only was it a miracle he even acknowledged my existence, but he nearly professed his love for me, at least he professed that he had feelings for me. Being Hermione, my luck never seems to last long, as all the sudden rushof thoughts and feelings of butterflies in my stomach caused me to blank out.