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Title: Being Selfish
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Viktor Krum (Hermione/Viktor)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,724
Summary: Hermione visits Viktor near Durmstrang with the intent to see where he and the rest of the area stand in the war against Voldemort, but she gets a little more than she bargined for. And she realizes that maybe it's about time.
Notes: Sadly, I do not own these characters or the world they're in. All of this and more belong to JK Rowling. And many thanks to Bounce for the great edit. This is actually, technically, my first written HP fic, though another one was posted first. ;)
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Hermione Granger looked about the small town with tired curiosity, mentally going over what little facts she had been able to glean from a book borrowed from the Hogwarts Library before vacation had started. 'History of Durmstrang, indeed,' she thought with a sniff. The only useful thing it had really given her was the directions to get to the magical town that accompanied the other school.
She absently fiddled with her wand in her robe pocket as she walked through town, almost half-afraid that a Death Eater was suddenly going to jump from the shadows at her. She doubted that it would surprise her, not after Dumbledore's...Dumbledore's...
Oh look, the restaurant.
The only reason she knew where to look for him was because ever since Viktor Krum had returned back to his school, though he had graduated by now, they had been exchanging letters by owl. Ron and Harry knew about it but even they probably hadn't guessed at exactly how frequent they had become.
Viktor had mentioned in one of his posts that he tended to try and eat at this restaurant as often as he could and that when she was able to visit, he'd love to bring her there. A sad smile appeared on her face. If only this were a normal visit.
Ducking in through the slightly darkened doorway, she smiled nervously at the hostess. "Erm, hi. Do you speak English?"
The other witch's eyes lit up. "A little!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I haff only a small time to practice. It is not so good."
"No, no!" Hermione rushed to reassure her. "It's very good! Um. I'm looking for Viktor Krum."
"Ahh. Big...um...vat's the word? Cheerer?"
"Fan?"
"Yes! You are a big fan?"
"No. Well. Yes, I suppose." She resisted the urge to blush. "Old friend from Hogwarts in England?"
Understanding suddenly dawned in the older woman's face. "You are from Hogwarts! Ah ah ah! You must be..." She bit her lip and then laughed. "Miss Granger."
A blush appeared with the realization that Viktor had obviously talked about her a great deal to have been recognized this easily. "Yes, I am Hermione Granger."
"Stay, stay. I vill and go rescue poor Viktor from the stupid people, yes?"
At that, Hermione craned her head around to see past the doorway leading into the main seating area. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted him at the table near the window even as she stiffled a laugh. He looked bored out of his mind as the men sitting with him jostled for his attention. It was nice to see that some things didn't change.
The hostess glided effortlessly between the tables and whispered something in his ear. Viktor's entire face lit up. Murmuring words she couldn't quite get in their language, he swiftly left the table despite their protests.
"Herm-own-ninny," he said, still stumbling over her name after all these years. If he hadn't been so pleased to see her, she wouldn't have been surprised if he had scowled at himself.
"Viktor...eep." Hermione had been expecting a warm welcome but, again, the blushed from earlier returning when he swept her in his arms in a huge hug. Merlin help her, if she blushed anymore she'd burst into flames.
"I vould say to eat here and talk but..." Viktor looked over his shoulder and pulled a face when he noticed they were being stared at by the table he'd just left. "Let us go for a valk, yes?"
"Yes, that would be lovely." And there were things they needed to discuss that weren't lunch time topics. Not in a crowded restaurant full of strangers. Throwing up a silencing charm would have been considered rude, even if it was necessary.
They didn't speak until they were outside and Hermione simply smiled when Viktor tucked her arm into his. "This is not a good visit, is it?" he asked under his breath.
"I wish it could be on better terms, yes. Did you get the news?"
"About the death of your Professor Dumbledore?" He squeezed her hand when she took a deep breath to compose herself. "I am sorry, Herm-own-ninny. I know he meant a lot to you. He vas very good to us vhen ve visited."
"I cared for him very much," she whispered, blinking back tears.
"Var is approaching, that is vhy you are here?"
"Always so intelligent." That earned her a bright smile.
There were no more words until they were well out of town, well away from the curious looks of the townspeople and from shadows that made Hermione jump. Viktor steered her towards a tree and she sank beneath it, suddenly incredibly tired.
"Word will spread soon that I'm here, if it hasn't already." A soft snort escaped Hermione as she watched him quickly toss up a silencing charm around them. "Not that I mind as long as it does not reach our enemies ears."
"Our enemies," Viktor repeated with a smile, sitting down next to her so that their arms brushed up against each other. "Vat prompted this visit? Not that I don't vant to be seeing you! Is just..."
"I'm normally a sensible, logical person who owls first before showing up on someone's doorstep?"
"Vell, it vas not my doorstep," he teased softly, but a tone of concern put an edge to his words. "I haff alvays hoped you vould visit but I think...no. I think there is someting else."
"There is." Hermione closed her eyes. "I don't think we'll be going back to the school, not after what happened and we're chasing after things to end this all. War isn't so much coming, Viktor, as it's already here. We were discussing the state of the Ministry and the war with Mr. Weasley and Harry suggested finding out where our allies stand. Ron went to America, Charlie to Africa and I picked Europe. Harry stayed back in England because we couldn't risk putting him on the move just yet."
Viktor's eyebrows rose a bit. "You picked, eh?" he asked, trying not to sound pleased even when she elbowed him in the ribs.
"Hush, you." A small smile tugged at her lips.
"Vat is the response you haff been getting?"
"Most of it's good." Leaning forward, she looped her arms around her legs. "Alright, better than good. I didn't expect to find such support when I went out looking and from all reports the others are doing just as well."
"Vhy are you so surprised? It is sad to say but...Dumbledore's death may haff made things happen?" Viktor's face scrunched up a bit. "I think that was bad English, it has been too long since I practiced saying anything out loud."
"No, I know what you meant and I think you're right. No one wanted to do anything until then because we 'had it all under control'." Hermione nearly spat the words out. A wizard in Switzerland had barely managed to finish his sentence before she'd hexed him. It had taken an hour for it to wear off. "With Dumbledore's d-death..." She sniffled and shivered when she felt Viktor rub her back. "It made them realize that this was bigger than they are and that banding together is the only way we'll win."
"And you have come to see vhere Durmstrang is vith the standing?" he asked, not stopping his gentle action.
"Yes. And to..." Oh for Merlin's sake! Reaching up, Hermione scrubbed at the tears running down her cheeks. "I needed to see a friendly face," she continued in a rough voice. "You know, in person and not in a spelled fireplace. It's been a few weeks since we started looking for allies and I haven't been home since."
"Oh, Herm-own-ninny." Viktor scooted closer even while he pulled her to him and they both had to laugh when her head lightly knocked into his chin. "You are alvays velcomed here. There vill alvays be a, how you say, friendly face."
"I'm tired, Viktor." It wasn't something she often admitted to herself but there it was. It hadn't been all that long since she'd hit the legal wizarding age and yet she'd attended three funerals in rapid succession over the years. And each one had broken her heart into pieces. She'd fought off Death Eaters in the midst of her own school, a place that felt more like home than her parents house lately, and was firmly in the sights of someone who would be more than happy to see her dead.
"I know, this I can see, yes?" Hesitantly, he kissed the top of her head and sighed. "Vould you think of staying for a few days? Vit me?"
Hermione's heart did an odd flipping thing and she swallowed. "I really can't take time off," she said, slowly, "but I do need a place to stay while I speak to the staff at Durmstrang."
"Than you vill stay vith me." He nodded firmly and she laughed.
"Yes, I will stay with you." Shifting a little bit, she angled her head so she could look up at him. "Where do you stand on all of this?"
"On this var?" A dark look crossed his face. "Thanks to Karkaroff, I know vhere I am standing. Vith you, of course, and your cause." The dark look drained away some and he flashed her one that was down right smug. "Ah, and in this I haff advantage."
"Oh?"
"Yes. People talk and talk and talk at me..." He pantomimed a chattering mouth with his free hand and Hermione snickered. "But they really do not expect me to be listening. In one side of head and out the other. But I listen and see more than they think I do."
Understanding suddenly dawned and she scrambled around so that she could put her hands on his chest. "You've been collecting information, you little sneak!" Hermione laughed as her actions nearly sent them tumbling backwards. And she found that she wasn't all that unhappy with the way his hands had come to rest on her hips to help steady her. "How long?"
Viktor attempted a look of innocence.
"Viktor, how long?!"
He grinned. "Since after the tournament vhen I returned home," he finally admitted with a shrug. "I haff been passing them on to good sources, who haff been passing them on to others. Who haff...passed them on to a certain Professor Lupin."
Hermione stared at him.
"Vat?"
"...congratulations, Mr. Krum, I think I'm speechless." Shaking her head, she laughed and looked slightly less worn out than when she had first arrived. "I don't know whether to cry or kiss you."
He blinked. "I haff a choice? If I haff a choice can I pick the kiss?"
They both stopped for a second and the blush from earlier returned in full force but not to just Hermione. His hand hesitantly reached up and brushed a wayward curl from her forehead and from there traced a line to her chin. They had shared a kiss or two ('Or three,' Hermione thought a bit wildly) after the dance but then everything had fallen apart so fast. They had parted nothing more than very good friends.
And this had been the farthest thing from her mind when she had decided to come here. There may have been one small thought in that direction but it had gotten beaten down with travel, grief and processing information from new and reconnected contacts.
"I'd prefer the kiss as well," she admitted softly, surprised at herself.
Viktor looked slightly poleaxed. "Really?"
At that, she laughed again and felt the release of some of the stress that had been piling on her. This was why she had been determined to stop by. No matter what anyone else saw when they looked at Viktor Krum--Quidditch seeker extraordinare or moody, if uniquely handsome, visitor from another country--she always saw the man who had been scared to death to ask her out to the Yule Ball. And when he had asked, after Merlin only knew how long of watching her in the library, how he had opened up to her.
"Yes, really. I much prefer a kiss over crying hyst--oomph."
With a sigh, Viktor had silenced her with a gentle kiss. Drawing back, he hrrmphed at her. "You still talk too much," he grumbled but he was smiling.
Shaking her head, she leaned against him. "I should feel guilty..."
"For vat? The kiss?" Now he looked slightly panicked. "Should I make vith saying sorry?"
"No, no! No apologies needed. And it wasn't the kiss, really. Or it was, kind of." Hermione blew a strand of hair out of her face in frustration. "It made me happy and I am not sure if I'm supposed to be feeling that way right now."
"There is nothing vrong vith being happy, Herm-own-ninny, especially in times like this." Viktor spoke firmly but gently. "Those that haff passed on vould vant, yes? I haff missed your smile." Now he squirmed a bit. "I haff something to say...er, vat is vord? Vhen you vant to say secret?"
"Admit?"
"Ah, yes. I haff something to admit."
"Is this going to be more surprises like the one before?" she asked, half teasing and half hopeful.
"No, I am only able to surprise like that once a day." He winked but then sobered. "I started collecting information not just for var but for, vell, you. It had been so long since seeing you and I thought...helping vith the var might make things easier? I am not so..." He grinned a bit at her. "Daft? That I am thinking I stop this by myself."
"You want the war to end so you can see me again?"
For a few moments the only sound they could hear was the wind blowing around them and then he coughed, embarrassed. "...maybe? I am selfish, I know."
"Viktor, do you know my reasons for wanting to win this war?" she asked, finally. When he shook his head, she continued. "Most of me wants to win this war because it's the right thing to do. But there's a strong part of me that wants to win and get this over with so I can just live my life again. No one does things because they're doing it out of love for their fellow man, at least not completely."
"So you are saying is okay to be selfish? At least a little bit?"
Leaning her head against his shoulder, she chuckled. "Yes, that's what I'm saying."
"Oh. Vell, good then, because I vant to be selfish vhen you are involved. If you do not mind?"
"I..." Hermione frowned and really thought about it. She and Ron had been flirting around this whole attraction thing for a while and while she had originally accepted Viktor's offer to go to the dance as a way to burn Ron up...
That wasn't the case anymore. There were still some feelings left to sort out over Ron but everything had clicked the second she'd peered in through the restaurant doorway. It bothered her that she didn't know what this was...it wasn't love but it wasn't friendship, either. Little Miss Think Things Through almost never just went on instinct.
Maybe it was time, though, maybe it was time to just be. Even admist this terrible war, or the start of a war or whatever it was, was it so horrid that she allow herself to let go just a little bit?
They wouldn't be able to be together, not really, until the end of the war. But that promise of a possibility? Was that enough to keep her going through to the end? Then and there she decided that it would have to be.
Hermione turned her head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Only if we both get to be selfish."
"Vhere is fun othervise?" Viktor paused and then laughed suddenly.
"What's so funny?"
"Not once did you correct how I say name," he teased.
She grinned a little shyly and closed her eyes as the sun beat down on them. "Maybe I've grown to like how you say it."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Viktor Krum (Hermione/Viktor)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,724
Summary: Hermione visits Viktor near Durmstrang with the intent to see where he and the rest of the area stand in the war against Voldemort, but she gets a little more than she bargined for. And she realizes that maybe it's about time.
Notes: Sadly, I do not own these characters or the world they're in. All of this and more belong to JK Rowling. And many thanks to Bounce for the great edit. This is actually, technically, my first written HP fic, though another one was posted first. ;)
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Hermione Granger looked about the small town with tired curiosity, mentally going over what little facts she had been able to glean from a book borrowed from the Hogwarts Library before vacation had started. 'History of Durmstrang, indeed,' she thought with a sniff. The only useful thing it had really given her was the directions to get to the magical town that accompanied the other school.
She absently fiddled with her wand in her robe pocket as she walked through town, almost half-afraid that a Death Eater was suddenly going to jump from the shadows at her. She doubted that it would surprise her, not after Dumbledore's...Dumbledore's...
Oh look, the restaurant.
The only reason she knew where to look for him was because ever since Viktor Krum had returned back to his school, though he had graduated by now, they had been exchanging letters by owl. Ron and Harry knew about it but even they probably hadn't guessed at exactly how frequent they had become.
Viktor had mentioned in one of his posts that he tended to try and eat at this restaurant as often as he could and that when she was able to visit, he'd love to bring her there. A sad smile appeared on her face. If only this were a normal visit.
Ducking in through the slightly darkened doorway, she smiled nervously at the hostess. "Erm, hi. Do you speak English?"
The other witch's eyes lit up. "A little!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I haff only a small time to practice. It is not so good."
"No, no!" Hermione rushed to reassure her. "It's very good! Um. I'm looking for Viktor Krum."
"Ahh. Big...um...vat's the word? Cheerer?"
"Fan?"
"Yes! You are a big fan?"
"No. Well. Yes, I suppose." She resisted the urge to blush. "Old friend from Hogwarts in England?"
Understanding suddenly dawned in the older woman's face. "You are from Hogwarts! Ah ah ah! You must be..." She bit her lip and then laughed. "Miss Granger."
A blush appeared with the realization that Viktor had obviously talked about her a great deal to have been recognized this easily. "Yes, I am Hermione Granger."
"Stay, stay. I vill and go rescue poor Viktor from the stupid people, yes?"
At that, Hermione craned her head around to see past the doorway leading into the main seating area. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted him at the table near the window even as she stiffled a laugh. He looked bored out of his mind as the men sitting with him jostled for his attention. It was nice to see that some things didn't change.
The hostess glided effortlessly between the tables and whispered something in his ear. Viktor's entire face lit up. Murmuring words she couldn't quite get in their language, he swiftly left the table despite their protests.
"Herm-own-ninny," he said, still stumbling over her name after all these years. If he hadn't been so pleased to see her, she wouldn't have been surprised if he had scowled at himself.
"Viktor...eep." Hermione had been expecting a warm welcome but, again, the blushed from earlier returning when he swept her in his arms in a huge hug. Merlin help her, if she blushed anymore she'd burst into flames.
"I vould say to eat here and talk but..." Viktor looked over his shoulder and pulled a face when he noticed they were being stared at by the table he'd just left. "Let us go for a valk, yes?"
"Yes, that would be lovely." And there were things they needed to discuss that weren't lunch time topics. Not in a crowded restaurant full of strangers. Throwing up a silencing charm would have been considered rude, even if it was necessary.
They didn't speak until they were outside and Hermione simply smiled when Viktor tucked her arm into his. "This is not a good visit, is it?" he asked under his breath.
"I wish it could be on better terms, yes. Did you get the news?"
"About the death of your Professor Dumbledore?" He squeezed her hand when she took a deep breath to compose herself. "I am sorry, Herm-own-ninny. I know he meant a lot to you. He vas very good to us vhen ve visited."
"I cared for him very much," she whispered, blinking back tears.
"Var is approaching, that is vhy you are here?"
"Always so intelligent." That earned her a bright smile.
There were no more words until they were well out of town, well away from the curious looks of the townspeople and from shadows that made Hermione jump. Viktor steered her towards a tree and she sank beneath it, suddenly incredibly tired.
"Word will spread soon that I'm here, if it hasn't already." A soft snort escaped Hermione as she watched him quickly toss up a silencing charm around them. "Not that I mind as long as it does not reach our enemies ears."
"Our enemies," Viktor repeated with a smile, sitting down next to her so that their arms brushed up against each other. "Vat prompted this visit? Not that I don't vant to be seeing you! Is just..."
"I'm normally a sensible, logical person who owls first before showing up on someone's doorstep?"
"Vell, it vas not my doorstep," he teased softly, but a tone of concern put an edge to his words. "I haff alvays hoped you vould visit but I think...no. I think there is someting else."
"There is." Hermione closed her eyes. "I don't think we'll be going back to the school, not after what happened and we're chasing after things to end this all. War isn't so much coming, Viktor, as it's already here. We were discussing the state of the Ministry and the war with Mr. Weasley and Harry suggested finding out where our allies stand. Ron went to America, Charlie to Africa and I picked Europe. Harry stayed back in England because we couldn't risk putting him on the move just yet."
Viktor's eyebrows rose a bit. "You picked, eh?" he asked, trying not to sound pleased even when she elbowed him in the ribs.
"Hush, you." A small smile tugged at her lips.
"Vat is the response you haff been getting?"
"Most of it's good." Leaning forward, she looped her arms around her legs. "Alright, better than good. I didn't expect to find such support when I went out looking and from all reports the others are doing just as well."
"Vhy are you so surprised? It is sad to say but...Dumbledore's death may haff made things happen?" Viktor's face scrunched up a bit. "I think that was bad English, it has been too long since I practiced saying anything out loud."
"No, I know what you meant and I think you're right. No one wanted to do anything until then because we 'had it all under control'." Hermione nearly spat the words out. A wizard in Switzerland had barely managed to finish his sentence before she'd hexed him. It had taken an hour for it to wear off. "With Dumbledore's d-death..." She sniffled and shivered when she felt Viktor rub her back. "It made them realize that this was bigger than they are and that banding together is the only way we'll win."
"And you have come to see vhere Durmstrang is vith the standing?" he asked, not stopping his gentle action.
"Yes. And to..." Oh for Merlin's sake! Reaching up, Hermione scrubbed at the tears running down her cheeks. "I needed to see a friendly face," she continued in a rough voice. "You know, in person and not in a spelled fireplace. It's been a few weeks since we started looking for allies and I haven't been home since."
"Oh, Herm-own-ninny." Viktor scooted closer even while he pulled her to him and they both had to laugh when her head lightly knocked into his chin. "You are alvays velcomed here. There vill alvays be a, how you say, friendly face."
"I'm tired, Viktor." It wasn't something she often admitted to herself but there it was. It hadn't been all that long since she'd hit the legal wizarding age and yet she'd attended three funerals in rapid succession over the years. And each one had broken her heart into pieces. She'd fought off Death Eaters in the midst of her own school, a place that felt more like home than her parents house lately, and was firmly in the sights of someone who would be more than happy to see her dead.
"I know, this I can see, yes?" Hesitantly, he kissed the top of her head and sighed. "Vould you think of staying for a few days? Vit me?"
Hermione's heart did an odd flipping thing and she swallowed. "I really can't take time off," she said, slowly, "but I do need a place to stay while I speak to the staff at Durmstrang."
"Than you vill stay vith me." He nodded firmly and she laughed.
"Yes, I will stay with you." Shifting a little bit, she angled her head so she could look up at him. "Where do you stand on all of this?"
"On this var?" A dark look crossed his face. "Thanks to Karkaroff, I know vhere I am standing. Vith you, of course, and your cause." The dark look drained away some and he flashed her one that was down right smug. "Ah, and in this I haff advantage."
"Oh?"
"Yes. People talk and talk and talk at me..." He pantomimed a chattering mouth with his free hand and Hermione snickered. "But they really do not expect me to be listening. In one side of head and out the other. But I listen and see more than they think I do."
Understanding suddenly dawned and she scrambled around so that she could put her hands on his chest. "You've been collecting information, you little sneak!" Hermione laughed as her actions nearly sent them tumbling backwards. And she found that she wasn't all that unhappy with the way his hands had come to rest on her hips to help steady her. "How long?"
Viktor attempted a look of innocence.
"Viktor, how long?!"
He grinned. "Since after the tournament vhen I returned home," he finally admitted with a shrug. "I haff been passing them on to good sources, who haff been passing them on to others. Who haff...passed them on to a certain Professor Lupin."
Hermione stared at him.
"Vat?"
"...congratulations, Mr. Krum, I think I'm speechless." Shaking her head, she laughed and looked slightly less worn out than when she had first arrived. "I don't know whether to cry or kiss you."
He blinked. "I haff a choice? If I haff a choice can I pick the kiss?"
They both stopped for a second and the blush from earlier returned in full force but not to just Hermione. His hand hesitantly reached up and brushed a wayward curl from her forehead and from there traced a line to her chin. They had shared a kiss or two ('Or three,' Hermione thought a bit wildly) after the dance but then everything had fallen apart so fast. They had parted nothing more than very good friends.
And this had been the farthest thing from her mind when she had decided to come here. There may have been one small thought in that direction but it had gotten beaten down with travel, grief and processing information from new and reconnected contacts.
"I'd prefer the kiss as well," she admitted softly, surprised at herself.
Viktor looked slightly poleaxed. "Really?"
At that, she laughed again and felt the release of some of the stress that had been piling on her. This was why she had been determined to stop by. No matter what anyone else saw when they looked at Viktor Krum--Quidditch seeker extraordinare or moody, if uniquely handsome, visitor from another country--she always saw the man who had been scared to death to ask her out to the Yule Ball. And when he had asked, after Merlin only knew how long of watching her in the library, how he had opened up to her.
"Yes, really. I much prefer a kiss over crying hyst--oomph."
With a sigh, Viktor had silenced her with a gentle kiss. Drawing back, he hrrmphed at her. "You still talk too much," he grumbled but he was smiling.
Shaking her head, she leaned against him. "I should feel guilty..."
"For vat? The kiss?" Now he looked slightly panicked. "Should I make vith saying sorry?"
"No, no! No apologies needed. And it wasn't the kiss, really. Or it was, kind of." Hermione blew a strand of hair out of her face in frustration. "It made me happy and I am not sure if I'm supposed to be feeling that way right now."
"There is nothing vrong vith being happy, Herm-own-ninny, especially in times like this." Viktor spoke firmly but gently. "Those that haff passed on vould vant, yes? I haff missed your smile." Now he squirmed a bit. "I haff something to say...er, vat is vord? Vhen you vant to say secret?"
"Admit?"
"Ah, yes. I haff something to admit."
"Is this going to be more surprises like the one before?" she asked, half teasing and half hopeful.
"No, I am only able to surprise like that once a day." He winked but then sobered. "I started collecting information not just for var but for, vell, you. It had been so long since seeing you and I thought...helping vith the var might make things easier? I am not so..." He grinned a bit at her. "Daft? That I am thinking I stop this by myself."
"You want the war to end so you can see me again?"
For a few moments the only sound they could hear was the wind blowing around them and then he coughed, embarrassed. "...maybe? I am selfish, I know."
"Viktor, do you know my reasons for wanting to win this war?" she asked, finally. When he shook his head, she continued. "Most of me wants to win this war because it's the right thing to do. But there's a strong part of me that wants to win and get this over with so I can just live my life again. No one does things because they're doing it out of love for their fellow man, at least not completely."
"So you are saying is okay to be selfish? At least a little bit?"
Leaning her head against his shoulder, she chuckled. "Yes, that's what I'm saying."
"Oh. Vell, good then, because I vant to be selfish vhen you are involved. If you do not mind?"
"I..." Hermione frowned and really thought about it. She and Ron had been flirting around this whole attraction thing for a while and while she had originally accepted Viktor's offer to go to the dance as a way to burn Ron up...
That wasn't the case anymore. There were still some feelings left to sort out over Ron but everything had clicked the second she'd peered in through the restaurant doorway. It bothered her that she didn't know what this was...it wasn't love but it wasn't friendship, either. Little Miss Think Things Through almost never just went on instinct.
Maybe it was time, though, maybe it was time to just be. Even admist this terrible war, or the start of a war or whatever it was, was it so horrid that she allow herself to let go just a little bit?
They wouldn't be able to be together, not really, until the end of the war. But that promise of a possibility? Was that enough to keep her going through to the end? Then and there she decided that it would have to be.
Hermione turned her head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Only if we both get to be selfish."
"Vhere is fun othervise?" Viktor paused and then laughed suddenly.
"What's so funny?"
"Not once did you correct how I say name," he teased.
She grinned a little shyly and closed her eyes as the sun beat down on them. "Maybe I've grown to like how you say it."
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