"So…" Hermione said, the towel wrapped tightly around her as she fought off the shivers. "You saved me."
"I had to Herminny," Viktor replied, ruffling his shortly cut hair with his own towel. "You vere, how do you say, damsel in distress?"
"You can't blame me for that!" Hermione protested, understanding what he was trying to say immediately. "It was the judges who saw it fit to have me as your 'item' that was taken." She rolled her eyes in disgust at being classified as a possession but stilled and stared up at the larger man when he moved to stand awfully close to her.
"They say that the people vere the closest to each champion," he spoke out in his thick English. "That makes you very close to me."
"The closest, one might say," she added for him, her eyes entirely focused on his lips that were moving closer to her own. Dammit this was only a crush! She shouldn't be acting like this. But she'll be damned if she wasn't going to let this play out.
"May i kiss you Herminny?"
"Please."