Leigh!fic- Rekindling the Flame (1/1)- Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Title: Rekindling the Flame (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,025
Summary: After all these years, Hermione was even more beautiful than he’d remembered.
Author’s Notes: Keeping in line with the fluffy/romance theme here at Leigh!fic, Inc. This was written for gelsey as part of the Summer Activity at hp_wishes. I've never written Viktor or Hermione before, so I hope this sounds alright!
Over his years on the Quidditch circuit, Viktor had learned that there were both perks and downsides to being an internationally famous Seeker. The salary that came along with his contract wasn’t anything to sneeze at, and women just fawned over his 'athletic prowess.' He’d dated quite a number of them since finishing at Durmstrang; tall, buxom brunettes, petite blondes, and the occasionally fiery redhead.
However, none of those relationships lasted much longer then the requisite three dinner dates, and there were only two reasons Viktor could think of.
One- and this was what he considered to be a downside of fame- was the fact that, as an international sports icon, he had zero privacy. At first, women thought that was glamorous; everywhere they went with him, their picture was bound to be taken. But after a few weeks, after the shiny gloss had worn off, they found that having paparazzi constantly behind them was frustrating.
And the other reason was that he still couldn't forget the first girl he'd had real feeling for.
It had been five years since he’d last seen Hermione at Fleur’s wedding. When Harry had said she was in a relationship with Weasley, it had hurt, but he’d moved on. She seemed happy, and he didn’t want to make her unhappy by interfering.
It was strange. Under normal circumstances, Viktor would have pursued her regardless of her relationship status. He was Viktor Krum after all; world famous Seeker and international superstar. Hundreds of women would kill for the chance to be on his arm, but Hermione had never been one of 'those' women. It had been one of the main things that had attracted him to her in the first place.
What he hadn’t factored in was how much seeing her again would rekindle those same feelings he'd had when they’d first met.
Being noble… it боли.
Every time he saw a head of bushy brown hair, he did a double-take, hoping that it would be her. Each and every time, though, he was left with naught but disappointment.
Until one day, outside the Grand Hotel Sofia, he wasntt.
"Hermy-own-ninny?"
When she whirled about to face him, her eyes lit up, and Viktor could see that she was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her sensible business suit and pumps, dowdy and old on other women, looked fresh and sexy on her.
"Viktor!" she exclaimed, setting her case down on the sidewalk as she went up on tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "What a surprise!"
The skin that her lips had brushed burned slightly, and he couldn’t help but give a little smile at her. "Vat are you doing here?" he asked, still somewhat surprised at seeing here here, in Sofia, after so long of nothing.
"Oh, my department head sent me to meet with some officials at the Bulgarian Ministry," she explained. “They’re looking to lower trade tariffs on the importation of unicorn hair, and so we’re here to do a cost/benefit analysis…”
She was still speaking, but Viktor didn’t really understand what she was saying. All he could focus on was the way her eyes lit up as she spoke, the slight strands of gold that stood out in her brown curls, the pink tinge to her cheeks.
“Vhy didn’t you owl?” he asked suddenly, interrupting her in the midst of her little monologue. “To say you vere coming to Sofia?”
She stopped, her mouth in an ‘O’ of surprise. “I don’t know,” she said finally, her voice trailing off. “I just… I didn’t know if you’d want to see me.”
Viktor was confused. “Vhy vould I not want to see you?” he queried. “Ve are still…friends, no?”
“Well, yes, but I…” Hermione bit her lower lip, an expression that was completely and utterly her. “I thought you were seeing that blonde model.”
“Vat?” He gave her a quizzical look, trying to think about who she could be talking about. “You mean Katja? No, ve have not been together in veeks.”
“Oh,” Hermione said softly, glancing down at her feet. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“It is alright,” he said, shaking his head. “She vas nothing to me.”
The brunette nodded, but a sudden exclamation of her name caught her attention. She glanced back over her shoulder and waved at someone at the hotel’s door before she turned back to face Viktor. “I’m sorry, I have to go. It was wonderful to see you again, Viktor.”
As she turned to pick up her case and walk out of his life- again- he knew that he couldn’t just let her go without making one last play. “Hermy-own-ninny?”
“Yes?” she turned quickly, her tone breathless.
Viktor took a deep breath. “I do not vant to come between you and Veasley, but I vould very much like to have dinner with you vile you are still in Sofia.” His heart was beating as wildly as if he’d just finished playing a Quidditch match, and he was sure his hands were shaking.
After a few, panic-inducing moments, Hermione smiled. “Ron and I broke up last year,” she said, glancing up at him through her lashes, “and I would love to go to dinner with you.”
He grinned then, a crooked smile that was every inch a relieved boy and showed nothing of the Quidditch star the media adored. “Tonight? Vat time vill you be free?”
“Six,” she said. “I finish meetings at six. Meet me here at seven-thirty?”
Nodding, he clicked his heels and gave her a low bow, much as he had the night he’d escorted her to the Yule Ball, so many years ago. “Seven thirty,” he echoed. On a whim, he reached out to take her hand, brushing his lips over the smooth skin.
Reluctantly, she pulled away, but even the most daft of onlookers would’ve been hard pressed to ignore the happiness that lit up her face like a candle. “It’s a date.”
“Това е датата,” he said to himself as he watched her walk away for the third time. This time, though, things would be different. He was certain of it.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,025
Summary: After all these years, Hermione was even more beautiful than he’d remembered.
Author’s Notes: Keeping in line with the fluffy/romance theme here at Leigh!fic, Inc. This was written for gelsey as part of the Summer Activity at hp_wishes. I've never written Viktor or Hermione before, so I hope this sounds alright!
Over his years on the Quidditch circuit, Viktor had learned that there were both perks and downsides to being an internationally famous Seeker. The salary that came along with his contract wasn’t anything to sneeze at, and women just fawned over his 'athletic prowess.' He’d dated quite a number of them since finishing at Durmstrang; tall, buxom brunettes, petite blondes, and the occasionally fiery redhead.
However, none of those relationships lasted much longer then the requisite three dinner dates, and there were only two reasons Viktor could think of.
One- and this was what he considered to be a downside of fame- was the fact that, as an international sports icon, he had zero privacy. At first, women thought that was glamorous; everywhere they went with him, their picture was bound to be taken. But after a few weeks, after the shiny gloss had worn off, they found that having paparazzi constantly behind them was frustrating.
And the other reason was that he still couldn't forget the first girl he'd had real feeling for.
It had been five years since he’d last seen Hermione at Fleur’s wedding. When Harry had said she was in a relationship with Weasley, it had hurt, but he’d moved on. She seemed happy, and he didn’t want to make her unhappy by interfering.
It was strange. Under normal circumstances, Viktor would have pursued her regardless of her relationship status. He was Viktor Krum after all; world famous Seeker and international superstar. Hundreds of women would kill for the chance to be on his arm, but Hermione had never been one of 'those' women. It had been one of the main things that had attracted him to her in the first place.
What he hadn’t factored in was how much seeing her again would rekindle those same feelings he'd had when they’d first met.
Being noble… it боли.
Every time he saw a head of bushy brown hair, he did a double-take, hoping that it would be her. Each and every time, though, he was left with naught but disappointment.
Until one day, outside the Grand Hotel Sofia, he wasntt.
"Hermy-own-ninny?"
When she whirled about to face him, her eyes lit up, and Viktor could see that she was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her sensible business suit and pumps, dowdy and old on other women, looked fresh and sexy on her.
"Viktor!" she exclaimed, setting her case down on the sidewalk as she went up on tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "What a surprise!"
The skin that her lips had brushed burned slightly, and he couldn’t help but give a little smile at her. "Vat are you doing here?" he asked, still somewhat surprised at seeing here here, in Sofia, after so long of nothing.
"Oh, my department head sent me to meet with some officials at the Bulgarian Ministry," she explained. “They’re looking to lower trade tariffs on the importation of unicorn hair, and so we’re here to do a cost/benefit analysis…”
She was still speaking, but Viktor didn’t really understand what she was saying. All he could focus on was the way her eyes lit up as she spoke, the slight strands of gold that stood out in her brown curls, the pink tinge to her cheeks.
“Vhy didn’t you owl?” he asked suddenly, interrupting her in the midst of her little monologue. “To say you vere coming to Sofia?”
She stopped, her mouth in an ‘O’ of surprise. “I don’t know,” she said finally, her voice trailing off. “I just… I didn’t know if you’d want to see me.”
Viktor was confused. “Vhy vould I not want to see you?” he queried. “Ve are still…friends, no?”
“Well, yes, but I…” Hermione bit her lower lip, an expression that was completely and utterly her. “I thought you were seeing that blonde model.”
“Vat?” He gave her a quizzical look, trying to think about who she could be talking about. “You mean Katja? No, ve have not been together in veeks.”
“Oh,” Hermione said softly, glancing down at her feet. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“It is alright,” he said, shaking his head. “She vas nothing to me.”
The brunette nodded, but a sudden exclamation of her name caught her attention. She glanced back over her shoulder and waved at someone at the hotel’s door before she turned back to face Viktor. “I’m sorry, I have to go. It was wonderful to see you again, Viktor.”
As she turned to pick up her case and walk out of his life- again- he knew that he couldn’t just let her go without making one last play. “Hermy-own-ninny?”
“Yes?” she turned quickly, her tone breathless.
Viktor took a deep breath. “I do not vant to come between you and Veasley, but I vould very much like to have dinner with you vile you are still in Sofia.” His heart was beating as wildly as if he’d just finished playing a Quidditch match, and he was sure his hands were shaking.
After a few, panic-inducing moments, Hermione smiled. “Ron and I broke up last year,” she said, glancing up at him through her lashes, “and I would love to go to dinner with you.”
He grinned then, a crooked smile that was every inch a relieved boy and showed nothing of the Quidditch star the media adored. “Tonight? Vat time vill you be free?”
“Six,” she said. “I finish meetings at six. Meet me here at seven-thirty?”
Nodding, he clicked his heels and gave her a low bow, much as he had the night he’d escorted her to the Yule Ball, so many years ago. “Seven thirty,” he echoed. On a whim, he reached out to take her hand, brushing his lips over the smooth skin.
Reluctantly, she pulled away, but even the most daft of onlookers would’ve been hard pressed to ignore the happiness that lit up her face like a candle. “It’s a date.”
“Това е датата,” he said to himself as he watched her walk away for the third time. This time, though, things would be different. He was certain of it.