Ikuni! This is the first story I wrote for the gift fics and the second person to sign up to the team!— I hope you enjoy Hermione and Viktor in this drabble. They were a pleasure to write and I hope you have as much fun reading this as I wrote it. You've been such a great person to have on the team and I've loved getting to know you throughout the season. Stay true to yourself because it would be weird if you weren't you!

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Hermione was so upset with Ron, she couldn't go back to the Gryffindor common room. She didn't want to. She wanted to finish her evening, but she couldn't do that either.

So, she was sitting in the courtyard, trying not to think about how it all went wrong.

She had messed up her chances with Viktor. He wouldn't speak to her again. Why did she think she'd ever be able to be with him?

Running a hand through her hair, she started to let her hair down, slowly. This was supposed to be the night where she'd be forgotten as miss know-it-all, muggleborn and instead remembered as someone special.

It was stupid.

She sighed and wiped away a few tears. There were goosebumps from the chilly evening, she didn't care too much about that at the moment. Too deep in her thoughts.

Until someone wrapped a fur lined red robe over her. She didn't jump, she recognised the robe straight away.

She couldn't believe it, he had come to find her? After… everything?

Hermione looked up, blinking a few times so she could see more clearly. There he was, staring warmly at her, with a surprisingly soft smile.

"You are veautiful, Hermione."

Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing red. That was the first time he had been able to say her name properly and it made her heart skip a beat. She looked away, shyly.

"I don't want you to see me right now, Viktor," she whispered, reluctantly. There was nothing attractive about her. Why did he want to be here?

"I'm not going anywhere."

She slowly turned her head towards him and swallowed a lump in her throat.

Was this a dream?

"It is not your vault, you didn't ruin anything. I vas having a lovely evening with you. I think we should continue." He stood up and put a hand out for her to hold. "Would you like to dance with me?"

She couldn't believe what was happening. She found herself standing up with him, and following him to the middle of the courtyard. This was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her.

Hermione enjoyed being this close to Viktor, him leading her around the courtyard, imagining the slow song playing as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her heart was beating heavily and her stomach was doing nervous flips as she was twirled around carefully.

No one had taken care of her like this before.

While she was twirled back into their hold, she didn't put her head back on his shoulders, rather choosing to hold his gaze, getting lost in his dark brown, magical eyes. She was doing her best to remember every little thing about this moment together. Who knows if it'll happen again?

She was so close to him their foreheads were almost touching. They were breathing in sync, and as he leaned in, she found herself doing the same.

They closed the gap, her lips on his rough ones, kissing gently, but passionately. She had no idea how long they were like that for, because she felt fireworks around them. When they parted, she was breathless.

He took a step back and kissed the back of her hand.

"Goodnight, Hermione."

She stood there for a long time after he had left, with a dazed smile on her face.

When she got back to the common room, Ginny was there, and she rushed over to her close friend.

"Where were you? The boys are idiots, 'Mione, I'm so sorry about my idiotic brother—I'm sorry I didn't follow you, Neville and I were—"

Hermione laughed happily and held her friend's hand with nothing but excitement.

"Viktor kissed me!"

Ginny squealed, just as excited, which made Hermione squeal too and they jumped up and down on the sofa, both of them eager to talk about their evenings.