PLEASE READ: I took down the original version because I didn't like the first chapter any more and wanted to re-write it :-)

Also sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes I may have missed. It's just myself and Grammarly editing this.

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Viktor's POV

He could do so much damage to that Irish seeker, who has decided to play dirty! It took a lot of restraint, to not use a few nonverbal spells, after the last move, when the idiot tried to knock him off of his broom, with the end of his, as he swerved in front, using his arm too, so his fist hit his face, he felt more anger than pain, even though he is pretty darn sure his nose is broke, again!

He swerved around, and away from the Irish asshole, and made his way over to the top box area of the arena, after the most delicious smell he'd ever scented, hit his already crooked nose, and happened to spot the golden snitch at the same time. It must be his lucky day! Could it be that he's finally found his mate? In the Quidditch World Cup stands of all places?

His eyes scanned the crowd and found the snitch hovering in front of a group of redheads a bronze-haired boy, and a girl with a halo of wild curls he could picture running his fingers through! Said girl wasn't even watching the match, but reading a book. The scent grew stronger as he got closer, and found the snitch had moved to hover above her book of all things, and the family leaned over her as they watched the snitch up close, and he zoomed in on it, with his hand outstretched, as he tried really hard not to touch or alarm said girl, who looked up as his hand made contact with the snitch and her book, almost nose to nose, their eyes met and the arena seemed to fade around them as the Veela mating bonds took place between them, he felt the impact but kept hold of the golden snitch as he zoomed away, holding it in the air, as the Bulgarian crowd cheered and the Irish booed! He did not want to draw any attention to her, and used a spell he knew his parents used when apart to send a message in her book, hoping the others wouldn't see it, as he did a victory lap.

He'd find her anywhere now that he'd seen and smelt her delicious scent of forest and ocean. She reminded him of both of his homes, at his school, the Durmstrang Institute and Varna, Bulgaria his home city, by the ocean. He's not going to lie, he'd almost lost hope of ever finding his mate, since coming of age two years ago, he's not felt anything towards any woman, and before that, he was rather active from the age of fifteen... when it came to intimacy.

When his team made it to the player's tent cheering and whatnot after going through the press tent and having their photos taken, he found his little notebook in the bottom of his bag and found a response.

Please tell me I'm not dreaming or imagining things. - H

No Princess you aren't! I would rather discuss this in person rather than through a book... but this is now our page for communication, the spell I used. - Viktor.

He is so glad that his father made him learn English on the side, as his father always said: you never know when it will become handy. As much as he was reluctant too, he is glad he went through it.

Hey! Nothing wrong with books. I have hidden in the toilets to do this, so the others don't start asking questions! Thankfully all the Weasleys had eyes on the snitch, and it's all they are talking about and how close you came to us. Nobody has mentioned anything else. - H

Stay there, Princess - Viktor.

She jumped in surprise when Viktor Krum suddenly appeared in her toilet cubicle. Her head snapped up in shock and as their eyes met the same feelings came flooding back, and a knowing twinkle brightened his dark brown eyes, as he closed the small distance between them, she felt safe, loved by him as well- even though she doesn't understand how she can love someone she's just met, and he felt like home.

His scent reminded her of her favourite place, the library and the ocean. His fingers ghosted along the skin of her cheek as he muttered a few spells under his breath before his forehead met hers, and then their lips met, unable to resist each other as sparks flew between them, all warm and fuzzy. They didn't stop until he hissed and cursed his nose.

"Stay still Mr Krum…" she warned him as she pointed her wand at his face and murmured episky. He winced and then attacked her lips again, and she wasn't complaining! It is even better than she imagined her first kiss would be.

"I keep forgetting to ask you, beautiful witch, what is your name?" He asked her when they needed to breathe.

"Hermione," he kissed her one last time before a Patronus charm entered their cubicle, and brought them back to reality.

"Krummm get your ass back to the changing area, it's time for the trophy ceremony. You can't just ditch out on us like that, without saying shit... when you know we don't have much time thanks to that creepy reporter bitch!" His coach said in Bulgarian, glad he put a silencing charm up.

"I'm on my way," he said, in Bulgarian to the patronus, after it waited for a response. He held her tightly to him.

"Please forgive what I'm about to do, but I need to feel that you are safe, as my mate. I am what is called a Veela, but please don't tell anyone that, as it is not public knowledge. I'd much rather do this through more pleasurable ways but unfortunately, we do not have time for lovemaking or sex." She felt her cheeks warm with a blush, and he leans in to kiss her lips softly, and trail kisses down her jawline till he reaches the jugular and sucks down on it, as his teeth extended and then pierced her skin, marking her as his, officially. Even though he hadn't asked her to be his girlfriend, this felt more personal and real. She then watched as he pricked his finger deeply, feeling her eyes widen as blood oozed out and moved it to her neck, sealing the bite marks with his blood, and hissed as he pushed on the tender skin so that some goes into her bloodstream, she guessed. She held onto him tightly as he licked it clean and kissed his mating mark now permanently a part of her skin, which she wasn't complaining about! And then he sucked on his finger to heel the wound, She looked at it in amazement, as she watched it heel, and then he kissed her one last time before leaving. She felt confusion and contentment, then longing and love for him, which confused her even more, the love part as she'd only just met him. He sends her love, comfort and longing back as she leaves the toilet cubicle and looks in the mirror as she washes her hands. The doors suddenly open and Ginny comes rushing in, making her jump a little. Viktor sent her concern and she sent him reassurance to let him know she was okay.

"There you are! For a second we thought you'd got lost coming back," Ginny said.

"Sorry, I got a little distracted reading my book, I've almost finished it!" She felt bad for lying but squashed the feeling of guilt away, it was nice to have something that nobody else knew about.

"It's a charms book, Hermione! Well, hurry up because we've been invited to the Prime Minister of Magic's box to witness the trophy ceremony up close and personal. I wonder, did Viktor Krum say anything to you as he caught the snitch, over your book?"

"No. But he did look a bit apologetic as I looked up in surprise to find his hand suddenly outstretched over the page I was reading on." Ginny shook her head in disbelief, as she pulled her out of the toilets and didn't let her go until they reached their new destination in the Quidditch arena.

"What took you so bloody long?" Ron Weasley, greeted her with, as she reunited with all of her friends.

"Our little Miss Bookworm got distracted reading a charms book." Ginny beat her to it, as she went to open her mouth to reply.

"I'm rather offended actually, Granger that you brought a book, to a Quidditch game of all places!" George said.

"Yeah, like c'mone, Granger give the books a break for once and have some fun, bookie. I'm still determined to get you on the back of my broom one of these days..." Fred said, and he had a look of plotting on his face. She felt a strong wave of jealousy, as the Bulgarian players enter.

"Don't even think about it, Freddie! My feet are staying firmly on the ground, and you damn well know, I will have no problem hexing your ginger ass into next week, if you even dare to try!" She threatened.

"Is that a threat, bookie?" George asked, amused, and both twins had matching smirks, with twinkling eyes.

"No threat, Georgie but a fact!"

"Oooo we are shaking in our boots! I find that more of a challenge than a threat, watch this space Granger, you've just given us something to work on."

"Don't push it, Freddie."

"Bring it, Bookie."

"Who needs brooms to fly, anyway?" George said, with a hint of mischief.

That made her pause, and she opened her mouth to respond and closed it, as she looked at Harry, Ron and Ginny for help, they all shook their heads and Harry said.

"You three start these things all the time, and one of you ends up in the hospital wing or Mrs Weasley patching you up. I'd rather face Voldemort again than deal with your three's games, any day."

"Shh, you lot the Irish have entered and now the trophy ceremony is beginning!" Ginny said, and Hermione caught Viktor's gaze from across the room and he sent her amusement through their bond.

She'd have to do her own research on Veela's soon, as well as ask him questions!

Thanks for reading :-) and hope you join me on Viktor and Hermione's journey.