Entry 004: Unexpected
TITLE: Unexpected
SONG: #93 - Someday You Will Be Loved (Sung By Death Cab For A Cutie)
AUTHOR: pbmaxca
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Ron/Hermione
WORD COUNT: 1,878
SUMMARY: Hermione finds “love” in an unexpected place.
DISCLAIMER: NONE
For the first time in a long time, it had been a great day. She’d breezed her way through all of her classes, making sure to turn in a paper she’d written for Madam Pomfrey for her magical healthcare class she’d picked up as an elective this term. Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions had been a very informative book. She’d wondered while she was reading it if there was one on Magical Dentistry Ailments and Afflictions that she might share with her parents.
No real worries on her mind for the first time in a long time, she practically skipped towards the library. Her good mood was rare, but today she took advantage of the sunshine coming in the stain-glassed covered windows. She had more to look forward to that day. While schoolwork seemed to give her the most pleasure these days, there was a trip to Hogsmeade planned for that evening. A few of her fellow Gryffindor’s were headed to Honeydukes Sweet Shop to celebrate the birthday of one of their eldest members.
It was rare that she got invited to things like this. She wanted to take full advantage of the evening and have as much fun as possible. She’d even put a spell on some knitting needles to make her a new outfit for the party.
She also had written a letter to her mother that she wanted to drop off at the Post Office there instead of taking the chance that it would be scanned by anyone at school. Pouring her heart out to her mother about her issues with Ron had become commonplace in her weekly letters to her mother and she didn’t want do anything that would put a letter like the one she’d just written into the wrong hands.
“Herm-own-ninny?”
The moment his voice hit the air she felt her stomach drop. He so distracted her that she almost lost grip of the copies of The Dream Oracle and Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky that she’d taken out from the library earlier in the week when she’d given the first years their tour of the restricted area.
She knew instantly who the voice belonged to, the strong accent wasn’t a surprise to hear, but she was almost scared to turn around and see if it really was Viktor Krum who had called her name. She hadn’t seen him in weeks and hadn’t expected to, so to find him there at Hogwarts was more than a little bit of a surprise.
“Viktor,” she finally said turning around to face him, knowing that it would just get worse if she tried to ignore that he was there.
Despite the lack of the heavy, tight-collared outer jacket most students from Durmstrang Institute wore, he instead wore a tan colored turtleneck with a red jumper over it. He looked about as casual as she had ever seen him. His posture didn’t show it.
“Could I haff a vord?” He attempted a smile. The expression came out strangely. It didn’t look like a smile at all, more as if he had a horrible toothache and he was trying to move his tongue in his mouth to touch the achy tooth.
She wanted to ask him if he was really in pain, but didn’t dare it. Everything would get lost in translation and she didn’t feel like carrying her heavy books like trying to explain it all to him.
Innocence flowed over his face as he nervously asked, “Vhere have you been Herm-own-ninny?”
“Where have I been?” she repeated. Had she missed something? Was this a joke? She surely would have known if they’d planned to see each other that day. It wasn’t every day that a student from Durmstrang Institute appeared on Hogwart’s property. It was even more rare that a Bulgarian International Quidditch Team Member visited.
She noticed other students staring at Viktor. He was an eyesore in the sea of dark robes that Hogwart’s students wore.
“You no write.”
She blinked at him a few times. “Oh,” she said trying not to sound too condescending. She didn’t want to speak to him as if he was a child, but sometimes she felt that she had to. They’d never been conversational partners.
Hermione: Wouldn't know. We don't actually talk about the tournament. Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being. I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually.
“I’ve been busy lately.” She wasn’t lying about that, but really if she thought about it there would have been time to write him if she had had the urge to do it.
“Oh,” he said. He turned his head to the side and studied her for a moment. “Vot is wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said and forced a smile. She pointed down the hallway and motioned for him to come with her. “I just didn’t expect to see you. I’m-“
He shook his head and sighed seeming to understand that the moment was more awkward than she could take. “I vill go.”
“No,” she said knowing that she’d rather spend time with him than alone. “I’m on my way to the library if you’d like to walk with me.”
“Yes,” he said shortly in his normal speaking manner.
They walked down the hall then began to climb the stairs from the first floor where the hospital wing was, towards the fourth floor where the library was located.
“So how is your team doing?” she asked smiling for a moment as she remembered that was what Ron had spoken to Angelina about a few days before. She hadn’t realized it at the time, but it was silly for Ron to even ask about the team. Angelina were on the same team and their hadn’t been Quidditch that year anyway because of the TriWizard Tournament.
“Good.” He reached and took the books from her hands. She thought for a moment that he might try to pronounce the titles in English, but he only took an extra breath before he tucked them under one arm.
Taking the stairs at a normal pace seemed to suck the breath from her. She wasn’t the most athletic of people but four flights of stairs took their toll on her.
They were almost to the fourth floor when she realized who she might be running into. It wasn’t completely crazy that he might be in that direction of the school, but it was just her luck that she found him coming down the stairs just as they reached the library floor.
“Ron,” Viktor said greeting him almost friendly despite the fact that he never had been warm to anyone, she wasn’t sure that Durmstrang Institute students could be warm.
Ron ignored them which only irritated Hermione. She knew he had no reason to start a conversation with her, but ignoring someone else who was with her seemed a bit extreme.
Viktor looked confused. “Vot is wrong with him?”
She shrugged and pointed towards the library. “He is mad.”
“Me?”
“No,” she said sadly and grabbed the books back from him. “Me.”
They made their way into the library and she went to check her books in with the librarian, Irma Pince. She didn’t mean to ignore Viktor, but the sooner she got her books in the sooner she could disappear again.
With some classes still in session, and the sunshine out, no one really wanted to stay indoors anyway so it wasn’t surprising that there weren’t that many people in the library, not that a person could see all the people in the library anyway, since it contained tens of thousands of books. Hermione had once read something about the exact number of books that it contained, but with her mind on Ron’s behavior and Viktor’s unexpected visit, she couldn’t think of the number.
“Owe,” she heard from across the room. Hermione looked around trying to figure out where Viktor had disappeared to. Irma had been known in the past put unusual jinxes in the books, to make sure that they are not mistreated and she could just bet that Viktor’s large hands had been a little too rough on the pages of whatever he’d picked up.
When she found him, three rows into the fiction section, she was stunned to find Viktor looking at her with a completely innocent and puppy-dog face. She wondered for a moment if someone had hit him over the head with a love potion.
He rubbed his head and handed her a book. “Read.”
“Read?” she asked.
He nodded.
Holding the book carefully, Hermione’s eyes scanned the page. She was almost through the first paragraph when Viktor’s thumb pressed down on the page. “Read.”
Her eyes focused and she read the poem that he’d pointed to.
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Her eyes welled up with tears the moment she realized that Viktor could see right through her. He seemed to know, despite the language barrier that she and Ron were having not a quarrel between friends, but a lover’s quarrel and somehow she guessed that he knew that it was his presence that had caused Ron to be upset and quite at Viktor’s greeting.
“I vill go,” he said taking the book from her. He put it back into the stacks. “Is better.”
She wanted to tell him to stay, that his kindness was what she needed at the moment, but there wasn’t a way she could think to keep the much larger boy from going.
“Viktor,” she said then lost her ability to speak. She had a million thoughts running through her head, a million things she wanted to tell him. But she couldn’t. So she licked her lips and said, “Thank you.”
He nodded, bowed a little and pointed towards the door. “We go.”
She nodded back at him and followed him to the library door, wiping her face as she went.
When he paused just outside the library to hug her, she lost her balance a moment and ended up hugging him harder than she had planned. He didn’t seem to notice though, and bowed again before excusing himself without another word.
She watched him walk away and wondered for a moment how she was going to explain this around school. There was no romance between them, but after the hug they’d just shared it would going to take more than a little magic for people to believe her.
Maybe it was fate that Ron appeared at the end of the hall. She had prayed that he wouldn’t see Viktor, but it seemed now that Viktor wasn’t trying to avoid him, he actually seemed to be looking for him. On purpose.
When the two boys approached each other she heard Viktor’s gruff voice fill the air. The guy really needed to learn how to whisper, but that wasn’t for her to teach him.
“I vant to know vot there is between you and Hermy- own-ninny.”
Embarrassed by his bold statement to Ron, she quickly ducked back into the library before Ron could say anything to Viktor or to her.
Someday You Will Be Loved
Sung By Death Cab For A Cutie
I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
CHORUS (x2)
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved
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SONG: #93 - Someday You Will Be Loved (Sung By Death Cab For A Cutie)
AUTHOR: pbmaxca
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Ron/Hermione
WORD COUNT: 1,878
SUMMARY: Hermione finds “love” in an unexpected place.
DISCLAIMER: NONE
For the first time in a long time, it had been a great day. She’d breezed her way through all of her classes, making sure to turn in a paper she’d written for Madam Pomfrey for her magical healthcare class she’d picked up as an elective this term. Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions had been a very informative book. She’d wondered while she was reading it if there was one on Magical Dentistry Ailments and Afflictions that she might share with her parents.
No real worries on her mind for the first time in a long time, she practically skipped towards the library. Her good mood was rare, but today she took advantage of the sunshine coming in the stain-glassed covered windows. She had more to look forward to that day. While schoolwork seemed to give her the most pleasure these days, there was a trip to Hogsmeade planned for that evening. A few of her fellow Gryffindor’s were headed to Honeydukes Sweet Shop to celebrate the birthday of one of their eldest members.
It was rare that she got invited to things like this. She wanted to take full advantage of the evening and have as much fun as possible. She’d even put a spell on some knitting needles to make her a new outfit for the party.
She also had written a letter to her mother that she wanted to drop off at the Post Office there instead of taking the chance that it would be scanned by anyone at school. Pouring her heart out to her mother about her issues with Ron had become commonplace in her weekly letters to her mother and she didn’t want do anything that would put a letter like the one she’d just written into the wrong hands.
“Herm-own-ninny?”
The moment his voice hit the air she felt her stomach drop. He so distracted her that she almost lost grip of the copies of The Dream Oracle and Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky that she’d taken out from the library earlier in the week when she’d given the first years their tour of the restricted area.
She knew instantly who the voice belonged to, the strong accent wasn’t a surprise to hear, but she was almost scared to turn around and see if it really was Viktor Krum who had called her name. She hadn’t seen him in weeks and hadn’t expected to, so to find him there at Hogwarts was more than a little bit of a surprise.
“Viktor,” she finally said turning around to face him, knowing that it would just get worse if she tried to ignore that he was there.
Despite the lack of the heavy, tight-collared outer jacket most students from Durmstrang Institute wore, he instead wore a tan colored turtleneck with a red jumper over it. He looked about as casual as she had ever seen him. His posture didn’t show it.
“Could I haff a vord?” He attempted a smile. The expression came out strangely. It didn’t look like a smile at all, more as if he had a horrible toothache and he was trying to move his tongue in his mouth to touch the achy tooth.
She wanted to ask him if he was really in pain, but didn’t dare it. Everything would get lost in translation and she didn’t feel like carrying her heavy books like trying to explain it all to him.
Innocence flowed over his face as he nervously asked, “Vhere have you been Herm-own-ninny?”
“Where have I been?” she repeated. Had she missed something? Was this a joke? She surely would have known if they’d planned to see each other that day. It wasn’t every day that a student from Durmstrang Institute appeared on Hogwart’s property. It was even more rare that a Bulgarian International Quidditch Team Member visited.
She noticed other students staring at Viktor. He was an eyesore in the sea of dark robes that Hogwart’s students wore.
“You no write.”
She blinked at him a few times. “Oh,” she said trying not to sound too condescending. She didn’t want to speak to him as if he was a child, but sometimes she felt that she had to. They’d never been conversational partners.
Hermione: Wouldn't know. We don't actually talk about the tournament. Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being. I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually.
“I’ve been busy lately.” She wasn’t lying about that, but really if she thought about it there would have been time to write him if she had had the urge to do it.
“Oh,” he said. He turned his head to the side and studied her for a moment. “Vot is wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said and forced a smile. She pointed down the hallway and motioned for him to come with her. “I just didn’t expect to see you. I’m-“
He shook his head and sighed seeming to understand that the moment was more awkward than she could take. “I vill go.”
“No,” she said knowing that she’d rather spend time with him than alone. “I’m on my way to the library if you’d like to walk with me.”
“Yes,” he said shortly in his normal speaking manner.
They walked down the hall then began to climb the stairs from the first floor where the hospital wing was, towards the fourth floor where the library was located.
“So how is your team doing?” she asked smiling for a moment as she remembered that was what Ron had spoken to Angelina about a few days before. She hadn’t realized it at the time, but it was silly for Ron to even ask about the team. Angelina were on the same team and their hadn’t been Quidditch that year anyway because of the TriWizard Tournament.
“Good.” He reached and took the books from her hands. She thought for a moment that he might try to pronounce the titles in English, but he only took an extra breath before he tucked them under one arm.
Taking the stairs at a normal pace seemed to suck the breath from her. She wasn’t the most athletic of people but four flights of stairs took their toll on her.
They were almost to the fourth floor when she realized who she might be running into. It wasn’t completely crazy that he might be in that direction of the school, but it was just her luck that she found him coming down the stairs just as they reached the library floor.
“Ron,” Viktor said greeting him almost friendly despite the fact that he never had been warm to anyone, she wasn’t sure that Durmstrang Institute students could be warm.
Ron ignored them which only irritated Hermione. She knew he had no reason to start a conversation with her, but ignoring someone else who was with her seemed a bit extreme.
Viktor looked confused. “Vot is wrong with him?”
She shrugged and pointed towards the library. “He is mad.”
“Me?”
“No,” she said sadly and grabbed the books back from him. “Me.”
They made their way into the library and she went to check her books in with the librarian, Irma Pince. She didn’t mean to ignore Viktor, but the sooner she got her books in the sooner she could disappear again.
With some classes still in session, and the sunshine out, no one really wanted to stay indoors anyway so it wasn’t surprising that there weren’t that many people in the library, not that a person could see all the people in the library anyway, since it contained tens of thousands of books. Hermione had once read something about the exact number of books that it contained, but with her mind on Ron’s behavior and Viktor’s unexpected visit, she couldn’t think of the number.
“Owe,” she heard from across the room. Hermione looked around trying to figure out where Viktor had disappeared to. Irma had been known in the past put unusual jinxes in the books, to make sure that they are not mistreated and she could just bet that Viktor’s large hands had been a little too rough on the pages of whatever he’d picked up.
When she found him, three rows into the fiction section, she was stunned to find Viktor looking at her with a completely innocent and puppy-dog face. She wondered for a moment if someone had hit him over the head with a love potion.
He rubbed his head and handed her a book. “Read.”
“Read?” she asked.
He nodded.
Holding the book carefully, Hermione’s eyes scanned the page. She was almost through the first paragraph when Viktor’s thumb pressed down on the page. “Read.”
Her eyes focused and she read the poem that he’d pointed to.
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Her eyes welled up with tears the moment she realized that Viktor could see right through her. He seemed to know, despite the language barrier that she and Ron were having not a quarrel between friends, but a lover’s quarrel and somehow she guessed that he knew that it was his presence that had caused Ron to be upset and quite at Viktor’s greeting.
“I vill go,” he said taking the book from her. He put it back into the stacks. “Is better.”
She wanted to tell him to stay, that his kindness was what she needed at the moment, but there wasn’t a way she could think to keep the much larger boy from going.
“Viktor,” she said then lost her ability to speak. She had a million thoughts running through her head, a million things she wanted to tell him. But she couldn’t. So she licked her lips and said, “Thank you.”
He nodded, bowed a little and pointed towards the door. “We go.”
She nodded back at him and followed him to the library door, wiping her face as she went.
When he paused just outside the library to hug her, she lost her balance a moment and ended up hugging him harder than she had planned. He didn’t seem to notice though, and bowed again before excusing himself without another word.
She watched him walk away and wondered for a moment how she was going to explain this around school. There was no romance between them, but after the hug they’d just shared it would going to take more than a little magic for people to believe her.
Maybe it was fate that Ron appeared at the end of the hall. She had prayed that he wouldn’t see Viktor, but it seemed now that Viktor wasn’t trying to avoid him, he actually seemed to be looking for him. On purpose.
When the two boys approached each other she heard Viktor’s gruff voice fill the air. The guy really needed to learn how to whisper, but that wasn’t for her to teach him.
“I vant to know vot there is between you and Hermy- own-ninny.”
Embarrassed by his bold statement to Ron, she quickly ducked back into the library before Ron could say anything to Viktor or to her.
Someday You Will Be Loved
Sung By Death Cab For A Cutie
I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
CHORUS (x2)
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved
Want to read more? Go here.