Diary - Viktor Krum - October 2002

2002-10-03 10:02:00

Written in Bulgarian:

Another week nearly past, and how quiet it has been. I have seen Hermione and the others in my house of course. She is cordial to me, but distant. Again.

I know well enough to let her have the space she needs to come to grips with what happened, with what she is feeling.

Myself? I study hard each evening, and am again being given more and more duties by the various teachers as a Teacher's Assistant as it were. I am most called upon to help in the Defense Against Dark Arts Classes since we are missing a permanent teacher in that class. I loathe when I am made to assist Professor Snape in that class. He revels in terrorizing his students, a vile and bitter man.

He gratefully ignores me the most of the time when I am attending his Potions Classes, however, when I am assisting him, he seems to take great delight in ordering me about like a servant.

Perhaps, if Hermione does not speak to me directly, pribately by tomorrow night, I shall approach her then to see how she is. I miss talking with her.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-03 17:20:00,
It hurts so good.

An IC RP with Viktor and Hermione.

Hermione shivered at a sudden cold breeze, and pulled her cloak tighter around her. October at Hogwarts meant the sudden descent of temperatures, especially at night. It wasn't yet cold enough to see one's breath, but it was rather chilly, especially compared to the warm summer temperatures that Hermione had been enjoying immensely. She sighed in the calm night quiet, rubbing her arms under her cloak and leaning against a nearby tree. She looked out over the lake, and had to remind herself why she was out by the lake that night instead of in the warm Gryffindor common room; she couldn't listen to Parvati chattering on and on about Bulgarian men anymore, she had been close to hexing her. So she had muttered an excuse, and

It just so happened, Viktor was outside as well, he was enjoying the cooling weather. To him, it was soothing, familiar, like home. He was walking across the grounds in just jeans, his robe, and a dress shirt. The robe was unclasped, and his shirt mostly unbuttoned as he walked along, lost in thought. He paused, looked at his watch, checking the time as he neared the main steps to the castle.

Hermione finally decided that the air was just a bit too cold for the cloak she had chosen to toss over her clothes, and began to walk back to the castle. She wore a pair of black slacks that Lavender had insisted she wear, even though they were too low on her hips for her taste; and a rose colored blouse that laced in front and only went halfway down her arms. She knew she should have worn more, but she couldn't stand another moment of Parvati. She again pulled the cloak close, and glanced up at the doors. She immediately froze as she made out a figure silhouetted against the stone, and debated whether to turn back.

Viktor lowered his arm, and if by chance, glanced around before heading up the stairs, and saw, Hermione, not far from him. He smiled softly, and gave a slow wave to her. "How are you tonight, Hermione?" he called out in a pleasant voice, then slowly began to walk towards her.

Hermione relaxed as she made out the features on the figure by the wall, and smiled when she heard his voice. She stayed where she was, allowing him to walk towards her, and answered him amicably. "I'm well, Viktor, and you?" An owl hooted, and her head turned in the direction of the sound. A school owl glided silently past them, hooting a hello and looping towards the Owlery's tower.

Viktor looked up at the passing owl as well, then stopped when he was close to Hermione, but not too close. He folded his hands together in front of him, and smiled at her. "I am qvite well, I ... haff missed you greatly lately," he said softly. "I vanted to let you have some time however...." he said, giving her a shy smile, and a look of a little concern.

Hermione blushed slighlty, looking down at her hands, which were growing cold out of her cloak and in the air. She met his eyes and gave him a small smile. "I've missed you as well," she admitted quietly, wrapping her arms about herself unconsciously. Her cloak slipped back from her, and another breeze caused her to shiver. "Do you even get cold?" she asked Viktor jokingly.

Viktor smiled at her, and in answer, took off his cloak and draped it around her shoulders, fastening it. "Not here." he smiled. "But you do." he laughed quietly, then lightly draped an arm over her shoulder. "You vould qvite freeze to dath i am afraid if you came to my country in the vinter time," he chuckled as he started to escort her inside.

She laughed softly. "I don't mind the cold so much," she said, highly aware of his arm around her, "It's only that my body disagrees." She glanced down at her arm, which was sprinkled with goosebumps, and frowned. She wasn't sure that was a result of the cold.

He walked along beside her, quietly at first, then softly he said, "I am not mad at you, for anything Hermione. Please do know that..." he said, then looked over at her, smiling. "You did nothing really wrong."

Hermione met his eyes, and frowned. "I... I'm not sure I know exactly what I'm doing, to begin with," she said as they reached the main doors. She glanced away, narrowing her eyes in thought. "It's... very confusing," she said finally.

Viktor nodded, "It is. Adolescence is just that. It is a confusing time of changes und emotions." he said solemnly. "I am still going through it." he admitted with a slight blush over his cheeks, causing him to look away again. "It is to be expected. Life is not something you can learn fully in a bhook." he mused.

Hermione nodded, and chuckled at a thought. She recieved an inquiring look, and laughed fully. "I think that before Hogwarts I would have protested that statement," she grinned, remembering what she had said to Harry in their first year, that books and cleverness were only a part of learning. She shook her head slowly, to clear the memory. "I know that," she said, serious now, "And I'm... I'm dealing with it. I'm sorry..." she said again.

Viktor turned her in such a way, that he stopped in front of her, and reaching down, he took her hands in his, and lifted them to his chest before speaking to her again. "I care deeply for you Hermione, and I must tell you that there are things similar between us, and many things that are different." he paused, sighing, but continued on, he was clearly uneasy. "I am a man Hermione, in every respect. You are still a girl. You are not a child, but you are not yet a woman." he said, levelling a stern stare at her, making sure she understood what he meant by that. "I am not here to ... make you a woman." he said, then looked down, shaking his head, angry with himself. "I do not say this vell at all..." he grumbled, then continued, still looking down. "I can be with you Hermione, as ve are. But I cannot be ... enticed like that..." he said with difficulty, then looked up at her again, pain showing in his dark eyes.

Hermione pulled her hands from his with little resistance. She took a step back and studied him, confusion on her face. "What... what do you mean?" she asked slowly, not sure what to make of this.

Viktor looked indeed sad, and sighed before speaking again, "Ve cannot... touch like that... so close..." he said, then when his face colored, he turned away from her, and folded his arms over his chest, pouting it seemed.

The meaning hit Hermione a moment later, and she took another step back, though it took a little effort. "I didn't realise it- it bothered you so much," she said, pulling his cloak close and wanting to cry as his scent rose around her.

Viktor didn't turn to look at her, he was morbidly embarrassed. "It is not so much a bother as... stress.... Ach! I do not haff the vord..."

Hermione ran a hand through her hair nervously, closing her eyes in an attempt to arrange her thoughts. "Is it possible?" she asked quietly, keeping her eyes closed and trying to form the words. "To just... keep a distance?" She wrapped her arms around herself.

Viktor slowly turned around to look at her. "I do not vant to keep you avay from me, but we cannot..." deep breath taken, let out. "Ve cannot touch each other like that unless it means you vish to...." he stopped in mid sentence, then spun around, cursing at himself violently in Bulgarian, then started to storm off towards the Castle.

"Viktor, wait!" she called, catching up to him and grabbing his arm to stop him. She let go an instant later, not having meant to touch him at all. She met his face and was surprised that she didn't blush or immediately look away. "I honestly don't know what I want," she confessed, another chill breeze ruffling her hair. "And I don't know what you..." she took a breath, "What you want... but I don't think I could be around you and not..." she looked down, confused at her emotions.

Viktor stood there, his hands balled into fists at his sides, he seemed to be fairly vibrating, fighting for some sort of control. "Please do not use my body, or my emotions to find out vhat you vant, Hermione." he said in a controlled tone. "I still vant to be your steady, but ve cannot lie with each other unless you vant me like a woman vants a man." he said, looking down, with his eyes closed the entire time.

Hermione colored, and she stepped back, unclasping his robe as she did so. She set in on the ground in front of him silently, careful to keep her distance. "I can't do this, Viktor," she said quietly, cursing herself inwardly for the tears which welled up in her eyes. "I can't even think about that, much less... " she shivered, but stood her ground.

Viktor remained silent, then nodded, and in a fluid motion, scooped up the cloak, and strode off into the castle. He looked neither right nor left as he walked, and went straight to his room with the Male prefects, and did not emerge again that evening.

Hermione watched him go, then burst into tears. She leaned against the wall of the castle and cried through her confusion and frustration, ignoring the cold which surrounded her.</lj-cut>"

2002-10-03 22:34:00,Solitude,"Written in Bulgarian:

I don't recall ever being so angry at anyone in my entire life. Not my Father, not my former Headmaster Karkaroff, not anyone. I am furious with one person alone. Myself.

Communication seems to be such a simple matter, but that is taken for granted many times. There is so much that can block the open lines of good communication; time, age, language. I feel it is my inability to express myself clearly in English that caused this last trouble between Hermione and myself.

She simply, because of being so young, does not understand the desire and temptation I am under when I am touching her so intimately. For her, it is all so new, so intoxicating and heady. For me, it is foreplay to making love. Twice we have reached the point where I wanted to complete the act, but I cannot. I cannot do that to her, not here, not now.

I walked away from her earlier this evening, I was so mad with myself, the situation. I did not go to the Common Room, or supper for that matter. I have a bag packed now, and shall go away for the weekend.

My head needs to be cleared, poisons need to be purged. I plan to go to Hogsmeade, then use the Flue Network to travel far from here for a couple of days. Someone far, and cold, perhaps a Muggle settlement where I KNOW I shall not be recognized.

Faithfully, Viktor"

2002-10-05 16:56:00,Big City,"Written in Bulgarian:

Well, I am alone now. Sitting in a small, but comfortable room at a Hotel in a large city. Where? It does not matter much. Time alone, time to think, time for other things as well. Extracurricular Activities I think they are called. Activities done AWAY from the academic atmosphere.

Is that what I have done? Yes. Do I feel better now? Justified? Righteous? No, just sated. Calm. Calm in the way that only a release such as I sought can bring. The blood in my veins is cooling again, reason returning from Venial Madness.

Have I betrayed Hermione? Of course. Will I confess this to her? Of course. Maybe.

Faithfully, Viktor"

2002-10-07 17:01:00,The Talk,"An IC RP with Viktor and Hermione.

<Lj-cut text ="We need to talk.... The four little words that are NEVER a sign of something good.">

Viktor walked along the path leading from Hogsmeade back toward's Hogwarts. He had been granted a three day respite from studies by Albus, and now, as the Monday sun was starting to wane, he was returning. His step was quick and light, and his cloak was hanging over his shoulder, hooked on one finger, and his overnight sachel was handing from his other shoulder. He found the chill late afternoon still quite warm, and comforting.

The same cold breeze which shifted his cloak caused Hermione to shiver on her broomstick. She leaned slightly to the left, steering around the edge of the goal at a leisurely speed, and lowered the handle of the broom to descend. After leaving Draco in the Owlery, she had walked the halls in an attempt to lose her frustration, and had ended up doing laps on the pitch. As the light faded, however, the temperature dropped, and she was getting cold. She landed, and pulled her cloak about her shoulders, over her black pants and scarlet sweater. With a sigh, she sat down in the middle of the pitch, looking up at the colors bleeding into the sky and thinking.

Viktor emerged on the castle grounds near the far side of the pitch, and now tired and hungry, he decided to cut across the Pitch to shorten his path. He wasn't expecting anyone to be there, so he was surprised to see a huddled form in the middle of the grass. He paused in his walking, and stood there silenty until he recognized who it was. He stood there for a while longer, sorting his feelings until he was ready to address her. "Hello Hermione..." he called out to announce his arrival.

Hermione's eyes snapped open, and she looked over her shoulder to where he stood. "Viktor..." she said in way of greeting, meeting his face for a moment, then looking back up at the sky. A faint orange stained the edges of the clouds, and the overall effect was breathtaking. Not that it mattered, given her mood. It could have been pouring chocolate down upon her, and she would hardly have noticed it. But the pretense of looking was enough to keep from saying what she knew she had to.

Viktor frowned, and set his cloak and bag down in a head on the grass nearby before walking over and sitting down near her. "Are you vell? You look a bit upset..." he said in a soft tone.

"Understatement," she whispered, leaning back onto her hands in the grass. Aloud to Viktor, she said, "I'm not well at all," deciding that honesty, and not sarcasm, would be the best thing. She glanced over at him but found she couldn't meet his eyes.

Viktor watches her carefully, and slowly ran his tongue across his lips, a sign of unease, and sighed before speaking again. "Then tell me vhat it is that is disturbing you, even if it is me." he said in a soft tone. "I vant to know everything that is going on vith you."

Hermione chuckled, a little bitterly, guilt weighing down her voice. "Everything..." she said, closing her eyes and bringing her knees up to her chest reflexively. Deep breath, let it out, drop the bombshell. "I kissed Ron." she said quietly, not sure if he heard her.

Viktor was silent for a moment, then biting down on his lower lip, nodded, and replied in a deadpan. "And vhat else?"

"Just a kiss, that's all..." she said, resting her head on her knees. "I stopped it... but I was so, so very confused..." she opened her eyes, but didn't really focus on anytthing in her range of vision.

Viktor sighed again, loud enough for her to hear. "And vhat does this mean for us? Do you have feelings for him, or vas it just.... an impulse?" he asked, almost frighteningly calm considering the situation.

"Us?" Hermione asked, lifting her head. She looked over at him, her face pained. "I- I didn't even know whether there was an us." She bit her lip, and went on. "I was hurting, and he-" she paused, thinking of the words. "It was an impulse," she said finally, "And... and I'm sorry." She closed her eyes again, fully expecting some sort of reprimand and rejection.

For just a second, annoyance showed in Viktor's eyes, but it was just as quickly gone. Cold reason remained. "Then vas I mistaken vhen I gave you a ring and you accepted it, being my steady. I took that to mean there vas an "us" as you put it." he paused for a breath. "Vas I incorrect in that thinking Hermione?"

Hermione flinched, and looked down at her hand. She still wore the ring, despite thinking that it was a lie, in a way. Hermione didn't take guilt well, and it was surprising she hadn't taken the ring off out of shame already. "No," she said quietly, "You were right... But we fought, and you left... " she closed her eyes. "I didn't think you were coming back-" she stopped herself, and looked down at her hands again. "There isn't an excuse for it."

Viktor snorted, showing his disgust. "I thank you for that lack ov confidence in both my commitment to you or my studies." he said icily, then continued on. "So tell me, I have a right to know... Exactly vhat does this kiss, and this boy mean to you." he inquired, then reached out and gripped her chin, firmly but not painfully, and forced her to look him in the eyes. His were dark, stormy, but not angry. Waiting.

Hermione's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't pull back, and met his eyes steadily. "The kiss was nothing," she said firmly, as though trying to convince more than just Viktor. Ron was... Ron. She refused, absolutely, to feel for him again. But when he was after her... ah, it made it all so complicated. She kept her gaze as steady as she could, but a stray tear leaked from the corner of her eyes and she shut them. "Viktor, please..."

He held her there, prisoner of her own betrayal for a long agonizing moment, then spoke, "So he means nuzzing to you, this, Ron?" he asked, then followed it up with and answer of his own. "And so did the voman I knew this veekend. She vas nothing to me. Nothing more than a recepticle," he said with a sound of utter distaste in his voice. "I did it out of need, and I did it out of spite." he said watching her face, then releasing it. "Ve are even it seems, in our levels of betrayal." he sighed, then looking down, reached for her hand. He held it palm down in one of his, and with the other, he gripped the silver ring, as if to remove it.

Hermione didn't move, shocked. "You... what?" she asked, quietly, forcing her voice at a normal level. Her face was a tangle of emotion; shock danced with guilt and a tinge of pain on her features.

Viktor looked back up at her, shaking his long hair out from in front of his eyes. "I thought I had said it clearly enough. But I suppose not. I vas vith a WHORE." he growled. His eyes flashed angrily. "Alvas I have to be..." he stopped himself, shaking his head and tossing her hand with the ring aside, rolled away from her and stood up.

Hermione pushed herself up from the ground as well, ignoring the cold which caused her legs to ache slightly. She ached more elsewhere. "Because I couldn't? Because we couldn't... wouldn't..." she shook her head. She took a few steps closer to him, until she was directly in front of him. "How... how could you?"

Viktor looked down at her. "The same vay you could kiss that boy. Impulse...." he said dully.

"I would think that you would know there's a big difference in a kiss, and... and that," Hermione said, her mind racing. She looked at him for a moment, and another tear slid loose. "Is it me?" she asked dully, wiping the droplet from her cheek, "Is it because I wouldn't..." she winced, and looked almost utterly defeated.

Viktor folded his arms across his chest, and leaned his weight on his right foot. "Ov course I know the difference between a kiss and intercourse," he sneered. "I am not saying you are less guilty than I. Vhat does need to be said... is vhat do ve do now?" he said, suddenly sounding tired.

Hermione looked down at her hand, and the ring. With a thought, she pulled it off, a weighed it in her hand as though thinking what to do. She licked her lips, a nervous gesture, and looked up at the sky. It was a mottled purple now, the last traces of light were slowly leaving, and a few stars were visible in the gloom. It provided no inspiration, however, and she pulled her cloak tighter about herself. "I don't know," she saiid quietly.

Viktor sighed heavily, and spoke after a long pause, "I vasgoing to tell you about this, no matter vhat you had said to me today. It vas wrong, and I am sorry. No more can I say." he said quietly. "You keep the ring, I haff no other use for it." he said, turning and collecting his belongings. "I don't vant to push you into things you are not ready for, and that is vhat is happening Hermione. It vill not work." he said with a sad finality.

Hermione let out a frustrated sigh, trying not to let any more tears fall. He was going to walk off, again, and leave it all unsaid, unthought of, and fragmented as it was. When he turned as though to go, she put a hand on his arm to stop him. "We need to talk about this," she said firmly, "and neither of us is running away until we at least just talk." She took a shaky breath.

Viktor stopped, then slowly nodded and turned to face her. His face was tired, and sad looking. He chewed on his lower lip, and nodded again as he met her eyes with his. "Ve do. I alvays vant to run avay, I can't keep doing that." he admitted, and taking her hand in his, sat back down on the grass. He held it in his, tightly, then lifted it to his lips and softly kissed the back. "I vill not lie Hermione. I care so deeply for you, und I vant to make love vith you..." he said looking over at her, "But ve can't."

"No, we can't," she agreed, her free hand still clutching the ring. "I can't not kiss you, though." Hermione swallowed, looking at his lips for a second. She thought back to what had sparked her mood that day, the conversation with Draco, and she stiffened.

Viktor looked directly in her eyes, and said, "You can kiss me, you cannot..." he paused, sighing with frustration as he fought for gentile wording versus crude vernacular. He chose the latter for now. "You cannot arouse me like that, experiment vith me and my body. You vould be better off vith one of your peers for that..." he said.

Hermione pulled her hand from his gently, cradling it back against herself. "That would be like cheating," she sighed, looking down. "You're..." she struggled for the right words. "You're much farther along with this, and I don't know if I can truly understand what it's like for you.." she took a breath, "And I don't know.. what you've been through, so that would always be there, between us."

"It vould not be cheating if ve were not a couple, Hermione..." he said, then he frowned, and looked at her oddly, confused. "Vhat I haff been through... vhat do you mean by that?" he asked.

Hermione looked away. "You always hint at things, and you never tell me anything. It's very much like talking to a wall, sometimes." She sighed, and looked around her feet for a patch of grass that didn't look too wet. She sat down on the pitch again, pulling her knees up and resting her head on them.

Viktor bit on his lower lip, thinking, then sighed again. "I vill answer anything you ask Hermione. Anything, but... I vill not volunteer vhat I deem to be private, and none of your concern."

Hermione nodded, slowly. "I will do the same, then. Any question." She thought for a moment, and then asked her first question. "How much training in the Dark Arts do you truly have?"

Viktor was surprised by her question on two levels. Her sudden bluntness, and her compete and utter change of topic. He recovered, showing a stoic face, and replied. "I am a Graduate of Durmstrang School of Magic and Wizardry, with Honors. Top of my Class, Head boy. Durmstrang does have a curriculum that focus' heavily on the Dark Arts. I am very proficient in knowledge of them." he said.

Hermione nodded, one of the questions that had been bothering her that day, since talking with Draco, was answered (in some way). She didn't want to offend him by bringing up the Unforgivables, so she did not. "Your turn to ask a question," she said. Another chill breeze, stronger than many of the others, ruffled her hair, and she shivered slightly.

He waited a moment, then said, "And vhat else do you vant to ask. Ask it all Hermione, now." he said patiently.

Hermione passed the ring to her other hand, unconsciously fiddling with it. She bit her lip and thought, knowing exactly what she wanted to ask, but not sure if she ought to open that door. She met his eyes briefly, and he looked open and willing to be honest, so she took a breath and pushed ahead. "Marta," she said. "What... what was all of that?"

Viktor actually looked releived at her question. "Marta." he sighed, then collected his thoughts, and continued, his tone was sad, full of regret. "I vas her whore." he said bluntly. He looked her directly in the eyes, no apologies. "I vas told to be vith her, or else, so I did."

"By who?" she asked, surprised. She let it sink in, and found that it wasn't as terrifying as the possibilities she had worried about. It still hurt, in its own way, however.

"By Karkaroff.... By the board of the school, by the government. "he said bitterly. "My country is far different than yours Hermione. I don't have as many freedoms, being sponsored on the National Team, and being a celebrity." he said, then blinked, returning to an almost calm state. He waited for her next question. He wanted it all out. Now.

Hermione frowned, and fought the urge to put her arms around him in a hug; no matter how sad he looked, she knew it wouldn't be very wise. Hoping she wouldn't regret any of this, she pressed on. "Did they force you with- with others?" Almost having to push the last bit out, not liking the taste it left in her mouth.

He reached a hand up, cradling the side of his his face in his palm, and sighed. "Yes. There vere others. Parties. Events. Affairs of state." he said in a bored litany. He flickered his gaze to hers, trying to read her reaction. "I can live vithout sex Hermione. That is not the problem," he said, "But when we get so.... close." he explained, "I vant to make love with you. Not sex, but make love...."

Hermione's face softened, and she again had to resist the urge to comfort him. She looked down at her knees and sighed. "So what do we do? How do we..." her eyes moved back to his, then away again. "How do we do this without pushing it too far?"

He shrugged, even though she could not see it. "I haff no good idea." he admitted. "Vhat else do you vant to know?" he said dully, looking up at the sky that was fully dark by now.

"I can't think of anything else," she said, biting her lip and lifting the ring up to look at it. She set it down in the grass at her feet, and just tilted her head to look at it. Tiny little band of silver, was all it really was if you were just looking at it. She glanced up at the sky as well. "Is there anything you need to ask me?" she asked

"Yes, he nodded, sighing. "Is there ANYTHING else you vant to ask of me Hermione. I vant to answer your every question about me. Everything..." he said quietly, then looked up at her, "I haff but one question," he said, looking up into her eyes, but I will vait to ask vhen you are done."

Hermione nodded, and went on. "Have you ever used the Unforgivables?" she asked, a question she had held back earlier for fear of the answer. She was alredy growing slightly numb from the surprise of the various revelations... could on more hurt? She met his eyes, steady, waiting for his reaction.

He pause a long time before answering. "I practiced them in the course of my education at Durmstrang, but never used them on a human being." he said softly, his eyes searching hers. "I vill tell you more." he said, drawing in a deep breath first. "I vas sought, by.... both sides." he said giving her a direct stare as if to say, "Please don't make me spell it out." and continued, "But I chose neither, and played Quidditch instead."

Hermione's mouth parted as the meaning dawned upon her, that he was somewhere in the middle of this fight, of all of the insanity that was constantly exploding around them, even more so after Cedric's death. She looked at him for a moment, then looked down. So he was very much like Draco in that regard, and Hermione was an even greater hypocrite than she had considered herself to originally be. Somehow, though, this felt different. There was silence between them, as Hermione reviewed the information in her mind. She nodded shortly after a little while, finding her voice again. "That's all," she half-whispered.

Viktor moved over to sit behind her, and hugged her tightly. "I only vant to know vone thing...." he said softly in her ear, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Can you forgive me, and trust me to not ever villingly betray you again...?" he whispered, then kissed her cheek softly.

Hermione stiffened for a moment, her mind cluttered with thoughts. She closed her eyes, letting images rush through it, and thoughts to emerge... She could't focus, though, with him so close to her now. He smelled like he always had, like winter fires, and she had to bite her lip to keep from turning and kissing him. "I need time..." she said honestly, "I need time to think." She tilted her head sideways and kissed his cheek in return, pausing as her lips passed his.

Viktor did not try to kiss her when her mouuth was so near to his. The temptation was strong, but his resolve was stronger. Now. "I understand..." he said quietly, and moved his arms from around her, and move away from her, standing up. He did not walk off, but gathered his things, and then offered her and hand up. "I vill valk you back to the castle. You can decide vhen to see or speak to me again..." he said softly.

Hermione nodded her assent to this, and allowed him to help her up. She adjusted the clasp on her cloak and gave him the tiniest of smiles. "Thank you... for understanding..." she said, noticing the ring was still in the grass. She bent down to pick it up and held it in her hand, not sure what to do with it.

Viktor gave her a non commital grunt, the surly, defensive mask was up again. He said nothing more as he led her to the castle. At the base of the steps of the castle he let go of her hand, and held the door open for her. He looked every where but at her now.

Hermione, feeling the tension in the air, chose to say nothing. She slipped the ring into her pocket, knowing it did not belong on her finger at that time. She passed throught the door with a small thank you to Viktor, and he followed her to the portrait hole. The password was given ("Malleus"), and they entered. A dozen pairs of eyes looked in their direction as they entered the room, and Hermione gave them all a short nod.

Viktor didn't even acknowledge them that much, and for sake of appearances, escorted Hermione up they stairs to the fork, then without a word went on ahead to his room at the very top.

Hermione watched him go with a sigh, then left to her own dorm to catch up on her rest.

2002-10-07 22:54:00,
The seal is broken

Written in Bulgarian:

The seal on the book that is my life, my past, is open, laid bare for Hermione. She wanted to know, and I told her all she wanted to know, or rather what she thought she wanted to know.

If she regrets her questioning of me, it is too late, the Box is opened, the Jin is out of the bottle. She has kept the ring that I gave her, thatn once was on her finger, I am not sure what that implies, if anything. A souvenir I am sure. I am a celebrity after all. A desireable bedmate, boyfriend, arm decoration.

Why should the little girl be any different than the married matron? I am here for the pleasure and pride of others, to Hell with what Viktor Krum wants or desires! He is well trained, he will do as he is told.

Maybe no more.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-08 18:33:00,
One less Slytherin to worry about..

Written in Bulgarian:

Yes, apparently, a Slytherin Seventh Year was found dead in one of the Boy's Lavatories this morning between classes. His name was Victor Maxwell, and according to the rumor mill, Jack Grim, Slytherin Fifth year is the prime suspect.

The Weasley Twin, Fred was nearly killed by him as he tried to make his escape from the Murder Scene if you believe his story, which gets longer and more elaborate with each telling.

I have asked around, from the Prefects, and even the Head Boy told me that Fred came upon the dying Maxwell, and simply SAW Grim leaving the scene. Apparently no marks were found on Maxwell. Maybe he just dropped dead while taking a piss.

I suppose it could happen. Anything could have happened really. Do I care? No. Am I terrified? No. I can take care of myself. Fear is for the unprepared, and I am quite prepared.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-08 19:37:00,
The Great Divide,"

An IC RP with Hermione, Ron and Viktor.

It was well after dinner at Hogwarts now. All of the students had been feed, and the rumors were still flying around like bats at the Halloween Feast about Jack and Victor. In the center of this chaos, sat Viktor Krum. He was sitting alone at one of the Common Room Study tables alone, studying. He had noticed of course Hermione's absence, but he wasn't about to go off chasing her. He would not do that. Instead, he braved the looks and titters from the other girls in the house, and concentrated on his Advanced Arithmancy.

Ron had been still a bit shaken by the fact that another student had perished. He was thankful, however, that it had *nothing* to do with Harry ... but rather, that Krum kid. He was a bit nervous that his brother Fred and been

thrown into the confusion. Taking the stairs two at a time, he bounded into the commonroom, looking a bit more cheerful as of recent. Things finally seemed to be getting alone better.

Viktor looked up when he heard the stomping on the steps, interrupting the semi quiet of the study atmosphere. The arrival of a bouncy Ron sent Lavender and her mob into a fresh huddle of titters and whispers. Viktor snorted and went back to his reading and note taking.

The first sound that granted Ron's attention was the gossiping girls in the corner, the next was the only other soul in the commonroom ... a man he wanted to say many many things to. His tongue itching to speak with him.

Viktor continued reading. He could see Ron in the room out of the corner of his peripheral vision, and he chose not to look up at him. There had been tension between then before he had kissed Hermione, and now... well... the least he said, the better. He paused in his reading, and looked at his notes, adding to them. His longish hair slipping down to curtain the sides of his face. Girl squeals could be heard from the far corner of the room, and he sighed.

Ron looked over at the annoying girls, scoffing loudly, muttering under his breath, "I don't see what they see in a big nosed Bulgarian ... who can't even treat women with respect ... " Mainly coming from the idea that Hermione was not happy, and it seemed to stem from Krum. He thought how Krum and Snape could have a contest, to see who's nose was the biggest and ugliest.

Viktor tensed, even stopped writting when he heard Ron bait him, however non subtly. He took in a deep breath, then cleared his mind of the swelling anger. "He's just a child...." he muttered to himself, then resumed his writing.

Hearing the mutters, the deep bass-tone mutters, and Ron simply sat there, insults not phasing him. He didn't want to assume, but he knew he'd grabbed the upper hand. Krum was just riddled with mystery and Dark presence. Hermione didn't need that. He busied himself with staring at the popping fire, "You do not deserve her... " Was finally spilled out. He would know exactly the 'she' he was talking about, of course.

Viktor stopped writing, and far too slowly, and carefully, he set the quill down on the table before him. He looked over at Ron, his face a mask of calm. "You could be right..." he said slowly, then blinked, watching Ron. "But, that is not for you to decide. It is for her to decide."

Ron stood up, tossing a bit of torn thread from his robes into the fire, "Maybe ... but I believe she's already decided ... " He looked over at him, a sturn look gracing his once soft features. "I don't want you going near her ... "

Viktor looked up at Ron without even moving his head. His dark eyes alone moved. The choir of girls had suddenly gone silent. "You haff no say in the matter, Weasley..." he said in a controlled tone. "Hermione does not need you

to think, nor speak for her..."

Ron watched that dark gaze float over him, and held his ground rather calmly. It would appear both of them were brimming with anger, and neither wanted to truly let lose. It would be a true test to see who would crack under the pressure, "I'll protect her from your Dark Arts, Durmstrung transfer student arse, Krum!" The heat rose in Ron's face from the anger, "You've terrified her!"

Viktor actually, smiled at the railings of the younger boy. He calmly closed his book setting it aside, and then spoke, "Protect her? Like she protected you from a Plant?" he said, then scoffed. "You pick a funny time to show your emergence into adolescence Weasley." he mused, then glanced around the room. Start a fight in a room full of fellow students? Not him.

He burned up at Krums accusations that Ron wasn't mature enough to take him. Truth was, Ron was in no physical shape to take on an ex-professiona Quidditch player. "I've just spent the last hour with a sulking, depressed best friend of mine ... I'll protect her as much as I can ... I *knew* she didn't want you any more after we kissed ... " There, it had been said.

The girls in the corner let out a gasp and erupted into a fresh chrous of whispers and gossip. Viktor suddenly rose to his feet, and with a wave of his hand and a low incantation, a shimmering wall went up between the huddle of girls, and Ron and himself. Their noise was gone, but they remained, confused and silenced behind the wall. "She told me about the kiss, Weasley." he said in a droll tone, and folded his arms over his chest and looked down at Ron.

Ron was instantly reduced to the small simpering boy he once was, quickly chosing to regain his bravery. That spell, cast so quickly, and without the use of a wand, that was EXTREME power ... Ron was nowhere near that strong. "She told you about the first ... but not the second ... which I shared with her as she was trembling, after returning from a talk with you ... you've done a NUMBER on her ... and I'm here to straighten it out ... I don't want you near Hermione ever again, Viktor ... " Using his first name in a biting tone of dislike.

Viktor inhaled sharply through his nose, and his dark eyes flared for just a second. So, the single mistake was now a habit.... He looked at the staircase, knowing Hermione had to be up there yet, but what to do? He looked back down at Ron, and nodded slowly. "Perhaps you shall have that then." he said cooly, then looked up at the staircase again and concentrated. In a flash, his wand was in his hand, aimed in that direction, "Accio Ring!" he commanded. Then from somewhere beyond, a silver ring came hurling through the air, and he caught it easily. He looked at the ring, then pocketed it and, resumed his studies.

Hermione jerked her head up from her bed, her eyes snapping open as she felt a tug at her pocket. She rolled onto her back from the rather uncomfortable position she had drifted off in. Out of her pocket, the silver ring flew towards the door, as if of it's own decision. Shaking her head to clear the sleep from it, Hermione sat up as it disappeared out the door. With a frown, she slipped from the bed and followed out the door, not particularly caring that she only had a pair of Muggle pajama pants and an old Gryffindor sweater on.

Ron watched the whole scene unfold, the ring, which for a flash of a second could recognize as the one 'Mione had been sporting until recently. Just as that hand slipped it into a pocket. "Does this mean--" he broke off, hearing footsteps shortly after, and the sleepy form of 'Mione appear at the bottom of the stairs, going silent.

Viktor did not look up, or answer. He seemed to have returned to his studies. Meanwhile the girls behind the wall could suddenly be heard again as the wall shimmered, then vanished.

Hermione blinked at the scene in front of her: Ron, standing in an angry stance, glaring at Viktor; Viktor seemingly ignoring both of them. She leaned against the wall at the end of the stairs, looking at them both and trying to clear the sleep from her eyes. "What... what is going on here?" she asked, looking from one to the other and frowning. The girls in the corner began to chatter again, a few of them shooting her death-glares. She matched their stares, and the ones she looked at, shut up immediately.

Ron looked at Viktor, seemingly just giving up on the whole situation, and speaking to Hermione, "Nothing ... just explaining a few things to Viktor ... " He turned to look at her and approched her, "I don't want him to hurt you ..." He looked sincerely at her, reaching a hand to place upon her shoulder.

Viktor calmly gathered up his study materials, and rose from his chair, he nodded to the girls in the corner, then looked at Ron. "I vish you both the very best." he said as he stood there looking at Hermione with the most defeated expression she had most likely seen.

Hermione stepped away from Ron, letting his arm drop from her shoulder. She took a few steps into the room, so that she was almost equidistant from both boys, the drowsiness on her face being replaced by confusion. "What? What are you talking about?" she asked slowly, the guilt from that second stolen kiss multiplying within her. She met Viktor's gaze with one of her own, that demanded an answer. A girl tittered to the side, and she shot another glare before glancing around the room. "Not here," she said quickly, as it looked like Ron was about to speak again. She glanced at the girls, then in the direction of the staircase she had recently decended. With a look back at the two boys, she turned and ascended again, knowing they would follow her. She paused outside the door to the girls' dorms and listened for voices. It sounded empty, so she pushed the door open and entered.

Viktor slung his book bag over his shoulder, and started up the stairs behind Hermione. He stopped outside of the 5th year Girl's Dorm and paused. "I am not allowed in there." he said dully, glancing back in the direction of the stairs as Ron approached.

Ron scoffed lightly, and followed Hermione within the girls dormitories, already having done such a thing earlier, having to brush past the burly Bulgarian. He continued to follow Hermione, wondering if Krum was up to the 'danger' of being found in the girls dorms.

Hermione looked back over her shoulder. "Come in, Viktor, nothing in here will bite," she sighed, scanning the room for anything that could possibly offend either boy. There was nothing worse than a pair of socks out, and she straightened the rumpled covers of her own four-poster, where she had drifted off. Her journal lay open on the bed, nothing more than a dot of ink where she had held the quill in thought marking the page. All the same, she closed it quickly and tucked it in with another stack of books on a side table.

Viktor slowly shook his head, "I am not allowed in there. I vill listen from here," he said in a soft monotone, and crossing his arms over his chest, looked at the two of them. His face was neutral again. Unreadable.

Hermione sighed, and nodded. "Fine," she said, sitting on the edge of her bed and pulling her legs up to tuck them under her. She looked from one to the other, serious as she had ever been. "What is going on?" she asked, even slower than before.

With Viktor seemingly guarding the door, Ron had no problem talking to 'Mione, "I want to protect you, Hermione ... I don't want Krum coming near you any more ... I've seen what he does to you, and I don't like it ... I don't want him to hurt you!" He raised his auburn brows, standing before her rather than sitting next to her, his back to Viktor.

Viktor looked over at Hermione, and sighed before speaking, "It appears you had a choice to make, and you haff made it." he said calmly. "Ronald here tells me you haff been...." he stopped, editing himself, then continued, "Kissing and comforting each other. I suppose that is all I need to know."

Hermione turned to Ron, shocked. "You... what?" she asked, incredulous. She was trying to figure out a way to deal with the situation she had created around herself, and had yet to think of a way to fix any of it. She looked down at her hands, and shook her head slowly. "You told him?" she asked Ron, only loud enough that he could hear her.

He wanted to comfort her, but it would appear that this wasn't the thing he should've done. He pursed his lips, giving a somewhat dejected sigh, "'Mione ... ever since 4th year ... what he did to Cedric ... I don't trust him ... I ... I wanted what was best for you ... please, don't ... get mad at me ... " Dropping his head more, he scuffed his feet against the floor softly, hands finding no place better than his pockets.

Viktor snorted and rolled his eyes, "Ah... yes. You refer of course to the incident vhen I vas under the IMPERIOUS Curse cast by a Death Eater...." he snarled. "I suppose YOU could have thrown THAT off yourself with NO effort at all Weasley." he hissed. "You are such an ass." he added, shooting a glance at Hermione. "So, dat being oout in the open now, I suppose I have an answer, whom you prefer."

"Yes Hermione, who DO you prefer?" Ron said, as he thrust a hand at Viktor, "The Durmstrung, English-impared 20-something, who's been nothing but a PAIN in your side ... " he didn't even start with himself. He knew he was causing her grief, but he'd been friends with her a lot longer than Krum. They'd grown up at Hogwarts together, been through so many hardships ... Krum wouldn't understand at all. He glared at Krum, about three steps from finally taking his anger out physically, whether or not the Bulgarian chose to fight back.

"You can decide that for me?" She replied, getting frustrated herself. "Thank you very much for telling me." Sarcasm, the trademark of the Slytherins, was creeping into her tone. She bit her lip as though she was going to cry, and looked down. "I can't... I don't know," she whispered. Both boys didn't seem to have heard her, so she said it a little louder. "I don't know." She looked away.

Viktor listened to Ron make his accusations, but all the while was looking at Hermione, his expression softening. "I am sorry Hermione, I do not presume to know you mind, or your heart." he said quietly, ignoring Ron's taunts. He had heard worse in the stands at the World cup. "You told me you could not 'do this' right now vith me. But perhaps you have found another that suits you better." he said in a non judgemental tone.

He listened to Viktor, and then turned his attention once again back to 'Mione. She looked a horrible wreck. He pulled his hands from his pockets, and knelt before her, not touching her, just trying to look at her downturned eyes. "Please 'Mione ... don't cry ... " the last thing he wanted her to do was cry, and another was to have to chose ... it was a terribly taxing thing on the poor girls ripping heart. He sighed, and got up, "D'you ... need to be left alone?"

Hermione kept her head down, and nodded. "I need... I need to think, and to figure this-" she bit back a sob as the tears threatened to take her over again. "I need to figure this all out..." she said, tilting her head away from Ron so that he wouldn't see her face should the tears actually come.

Viktor looked down the hallway, it was still empty, then looked back at the pair on the bed. "Tell me vhat you vant me to do Hermione, and I shall abide by it."

Ron wanted to offer her any form of comfort .. maybe Harry would be better off helping her, than the two she was currently battling with. He sighed, and turned to Viktor, "I think she needs time alone ... " He broke past the Bulgarian to head on up to his dormitory, and leave 'Mione to her own thoughts. Thoughts of asking Harry to speak with her sounded like a rather good idea at the moment.

She nodded as Ron left, then turned her eyes to the other. "I'm sorry... just... I need to think." she said simply.

Viktor watched Ron leave to the dorms, and looked back at Hermione when she addressed him. "I thought that I vhat I was doing to begin with," he said in his sulky tone, then shook his head, "I vill not pressure you Hermione. I never meant to do that. Ve are just.... too different, I see dat now." he said sadly.

"Viktor..." Hermione looked up, pained. "I can't ask you for anything but time..." she said, trailing off. "I just need time."

He stared at her for a long time before answering her. "Am I to vait for you, vhile you clutch with the Weasley boy?" he asked, voice slightly icy. "That is all I vant to know..."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back. She tried to choose her words carefully, though her mind did not seem to want to focus. "If that were the case..." she said quietly, "What would that mean for... for you?" She closed her eyes, still so very confused.

Viktor looked at her and shrugged. "I told you before, I came here to learn, not to bed schoolgirls. If you vant Ron, you vill haff Ron. I vill haff to go on vith my life, that is all I can do, is it not?" he said shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Hermione felt her chest sink a bit, and she looked down again. She knew, or thought she knew, that he did care for her, no matter how flippant he pretended to be. She closed her eyes at his crude language, the only sign he wasn't completely fine. "Just go, Viktor," she said firmly, a note of distress under her words. "Let me think."

"As you vish...." he said, "You haff all the time you need from me to make up your mind." he said then crossed over the doorway, and placed a kiss on the top of her head before turning and leaving for the Prefect's Dorm up the stairs.

Once he had left, Hermione shut her eyes tightly and willed herself to not cry. She leaned back on the bed, curling slightly in on herself, and tried to relax. Ten minutes later, she was breathing calmly, dreaming uneasily in the same position on top of the covers.</lj-cut>"

2002-10-08 21:38:00,"
"One man betrayed with a kiss..."

Written in Bulgarian:

In the name of Love. Isn't that why we go through the pain of it all? So it would seem. I was giving her time, her "space" as she needed, and then, her braggard Romeo announced to me that he has been comforting her so soon after our arguement. If you can call it that.

I reclaimed the ring I had given her. A petty act I know. But better a petty act, then casting a torture spell on a boy just starting to feel the tickle of emerging manhood between his legs.

Ah... I knew this was doomed. Knew it all along. I bared my soul to her, and now she apparently has decided that I am too much for her. Does it hurt? Of course. Will I survive? Of course. Will she survive? Oh yes, without a doubt.

What next Viktor? What will you do next? Do what I came here to do. Learn. Study. Escape my past. After that is done, what then? Who can say? I place no faith in Divination.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-09 16:27:00,
Time,

Written in Bulgarian:

That is what she has asked for, and so shall I give it. But for how long? It's not like I would have to look too hard for another girl. If that is what I wanted.

It's not like a bit of Owl Post to Bulgaria, and I couldn't be bedding Marta on silk sheets, but candlelight and dining on Beluga and Champagne. Tempting, but no.

There are a thousand and one options of pleasure and debauchery open to me, but I care for none of it. I, of course want the unattainable, and unreasonable. I want a chaste love with a schoolgirl four years my junior.

Impossible from where I sit. Impossible from her point of view I am sure. I am the Dark Force. Sexy, dangerous and tempting, but at the same time, more than she can handle now. Maybe not later, but am I willing to wait until then? Will I wait until then?

Will I want her so much if I am not her first? If she has another before a wedding night with me? Madness. Madness to think of such now. It stops now.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-10 01:03:00,
Suspicions Confirmed,

A bit of IC RP with Viktor...

They held each other for a while, providing warmth and security, and only moving when the temperature became unbearable. Even on the way back to the castle, they touched, their hands entertwined.

Hermione and Ron weren't the only ones out on the pitch that evening, for sitting in the stands, on the Slytherin side was another pair of watchful eyes. He was hidden of course, draped in an Invisibility Cloak, watching silently like the dark bird of prey he resembled.

His intent hadn't been to spy, only to keep watch, only revealing himself in the presense of sudden danger. Ronald Weasley wasn't dangerous, but he had proven himself othrwise to Viktor's interests. He watched them talk, not needing to overhear, and then saw then as Hermione embraced Ronald and kissed him. Then again.

"Warm hearts break, Cold hearts shatter." so the saying goes. The shards from Viktor's tore though his soul, and unleashed tears unlike he could never recall before. He sat there for hours, until his body was nearly hypothermic from the cold, and only the basest survival instincts roused him from his stupor and urged him toward shelter inside the castle.

It was quite late when he at last reached his Dormatory, the cloak keeping him hidden from Filch and his midnight patrol. Viktor was numb in both mind and body, and didn't recall the walk back to his room, nor placing the cloak away in his case or crawling into his bed.

He did recall the last thing he did before falling asleep, locking his heart away in a small black box and disposing of the key."

2002-10-11 22:15:00,
Ripples

Written in Bulgarian:

It is always surprising to see how small events, like a pebble into a pond, cause ripples that spread out to effect so many other things, people. It's been a little over over 24 hours since I saw Hermione kiss Ronald, and oddly enough, neither has come to tell me.

Even if I hadn't seen it for my own self, I would have supsected something. Lavender, and her Mob of Girls now look at me with tear rimmed eyes, and sympathetic looks of woe. I can only wonder how much is try concern for my internal pain, and tears of joy that apparently, once of the most Eligible Bachelors in the school is once again "available". Surely, I do not hink of myself as such the great catch. Quite the opposite. Currently and in the past, I never considered myself much of a candidate for pleasant company.

There are those that would argue that fact of course, but then, they has their own agendas and desires to satisfy.

Don't we all?

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-13 14:59:00,
Damocles and his Sword,

Written in Bulgarian:

I wonder, how long she intends to let me suffer. If in fact I am. And I am.

I wonder how long she intends to let me look like her personal fool? So quickly I am forgotten, no longer the amusing toy or diversion I once was. I know she shows her blasted books more repect than she is showimg me right now. This could make one quite bitter. And I am.

I wonder how much Ronald is bursting at the seams to tell me how he "Won" against the "Evil Bulgarian Bastard" and crow to the school about his victory over the Forces of Evil. How could they think I do NOT know at this point? This school has the most efficient of Rumor Mills. It has to be admired almost.

I am like Damocles, and they are both taking aim at the thread holding the sword over my head. When will they cut it, delivering the death blow? Perhaps I should simply move, and deny them the satisfaction?

So much anger, bitter, and wicked thoughts course through my mind. Plots, plans, and designs. To resort to such would be so beneath me, and yet... Perhaps some irrationality ,and spitefulness would be an interesting change of pace for me?

It it certainly worth considering.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-13 17:53:00,
So now it ends...

An IC RP with Viktor, Hermione, and Ron.

Hermione pulled her cloak a little tighter about her and shifted how she was sitting to get more comfortable. The willow bark was only slightly digging into her back, but she didn't mind it so much as the cold. This last week, the temperature had dropped considerably, and Hermione had remembered why she always kept a few extra cloaks in her trunk. The Gryffindor was currently sitting with her back to a tree at the edge of the lake, one of her textbooks propped on her knee, and a quill in her hand, jotting down the occasional note on a piece of parchment. A chill breeze almost knocked the parchment from her hand, and she grabbed it, and weighted it down with her ink bottle.

Viktor slowly glided to the ground, landing gracefully just down the path a way from the Hogwart's Gate. He had been in Hogsmeade for part of the weekend, and now it was time to return to the school for the week's studies, among other things.

Hermione closed the book with a 'thud', setting it next to a small stack of others by her left knee. She reached for one she hadn't gotten through fully, flipping through its contents until she reached the area she had stopped at. She read a few sections aloud quietly to herself. It didn't matter if she said it quietly, or shouted it, no one was out that day; most people were still inside, preferring the warmth of the common room fires to the cold of the fresh air. Hermione, however, had needed some privacy, to think and get some work done, and so had braved the cold. As she turned another page, another short gust of icy wind blew past, knocking her (thankfully stoppered) ink bottle from on top of her notes, and the parchment was swept off in the opposite direction.

Viktor slung his trusty FIrrebolt over hs shoulder, and as his long cloaks, his bright red Durmstrang overcloak, blew about his long legs, he made his way toward the castle ahead of him. He had gone into Hogsmeade for some solace from the pitiful looksn and cooing of the girls of the school who sought to snare him. His hands were thrust into his pockets, despite the cold not being particularly biting to him. His hair blew around his face, a face that looked like it was not fully shaved. The beginnings of a dark mustache and goatee could be seen in a shadow on his pale skin.

Hermione was thankful that she had pulled her hair back from her face that day, as the few tendrils that slipped from the clasp were whipping around her face from the wind, which had picked up again. She pushed herself up from the ground as quickly as she could, also glad she had chosen one of her more simple sets of robes that day, she was able to get up without being too tangled. She cursed under her breath as a few more of her papers flew off, one landing in the lake. She pulled her wand at muttered an anchoring spell she had found in a book of teacher's tools with Charms, and the rest of her papers lay flat, immobile without breaking the charm. Pocketing her wand and pushing her pal blue cloak from her shoulders, Hermione took off in the opposite direction, after the rest of her papers.

Viktor wasn't looking around for anyone else to be about that late in the afternoon, but movement caught his eye. He slowly glanced to the side, and his heart leaped at the sight of Hermione gamboling about on the lawn, apparently chasing after errant papers. His hand went to his wand, he could remedy this with a simple spell... but he stopped. His hands remained in his pockets, and standing there like a stoic red Grim Reaper, he just watched her until one of the last escaping papers blew towards him.

Hermione had managed to gather most of the papers, but another fell into the lake, one more was swept off in the direction of the castle, and the third had escaped her sight completely. She looked down at the grass, seeing it blow out of her sight, and she scrambled to get it. Just as she was about to reach for it, one black boot settled on it, effectively holding the paper steady. She pulled it gently into the pile in her arms, looking down at the stack and mentally figuring out what was missing. "Thanks, a-" she glanced up, and cut off at who she saw standing before her.

Viktor's face was an emotionless mask, and he let his foot rest on the paper, wrinkling it until she tried to remove it. He pulled his arms up to fold across his chest slowly, much in the same imposing way Snape did, and he merely stared down at her, silent as a golem.

Hermione's eyes were wide in surprise, and she stood without taking her eyes from his, holding her papers close to her chest somewhat protectively. "Viktor..." she said in way of an uncomfortable greeting. The way he was looking at her... she had the most incredible urge to look away, but didn't (bully for her, she thought absently), and just met his eyes evenly as she could. She ignored the rush of guilt in her chest.

He simply nodded slowly, and took his foot off of the paper. "Miss Granger..." he said slowly, with as much warmth as a Durmstrang Gargoyle in January. He said nothing more, but seemed to be waiting. He did not want to be there, but he sure as Hell wasn't going to walk away from her, not this time.

The silence between them seemed to take on attributes- it seemed to Hermione like a coiled tiger, waiting to spring on either of them, with jaws and teeth... she bit back a flinch at his use of her surname, and finally looked away from him, unable to take the cold from that look. "We need to- to talk," she said finally, lamely, repeating words she had heard before, that she had spoken before, though with a different outcome.

"Do vee?" he replied in an emotionless tone. He was cutting her no slack, giving no quarter in this. Had she come to him sooner, to confess her decision, but now... four days later, there was no charity left in his heart.

Hermione met his face again, succeeding somewhat in covering her emotions as well. "We do." she said firmly. If he was going to be cold with her, she didn't plan on being the fountain of warmth with him. She shifted the papers in her arm, gaze levelled at him cooly.

"Then I suppose you should talk. You are the von that needed time to chose... I know vhat, or whom I desired...." he said quietly. The tone was not as acerbic as before, but definitely guarded.

Hermione had to hide another wince at the use of the past tense. It was obvious, from his tone and attitude, that he knew. She would have been surprised if he hadn't. She swallowed, a little nervously. "I'm sorry," she said weakly, not sure how she could tell him what he already knew, or clearly express how much it pained her to hurt him.

He nodded slowly. Convinced? Not likely. "I know it must haff been hard for you to choose between us... I imagine that now you and Mr. Weasley can continue on unheeded with your..." he paused, shaking some windblown hair out of his eyes before continuing, "Romance." he said finally, softly. He sniffed, as if tasting the Autumn air, then added, "Thank you for coming to me so sviftly, and not letting me vonder needlessly." he said, then glanced around the grounds. They were still alone.

The sarcasm was not lost on her. "You don't think it was hard to choose?" she asked him, feeling the tiniest pangs of anger begin in her. "Knowing that no matter what I did, I was going to hurt someone?" She shook her head as if she couldn't truly think of exactly how to express her frustration at all of this. She licked her lips against the cold air.

Viktor shook his head slowly. "No, I cannot know vhat a trial it vas for you Miss." he said slowly, dropping his hands down then lacing them before him. "I haff never had the... luxury ov two suitors in my life. But I again, thank you for letting me know your desires sviftly." he said with a cursory bow to her.

Hermione frowned. "Would you have preferred I told you that night? So, what, you can go hurt Ron?" she practically growled, his sarcasm and aloofness biting into her more deeply than the cruelest words ever could have. She felt the cold again, and it bit into her bare arms, on which her sleeves had ridden up to the elbow. She resisted the urge to pull her cloak about her again, and stood her ground.

It was then his emotionless expression broke, and hurt, deep pain showed in his eyes, he was speechless for a moment, then spoke, "Is that vhat you think I am? Is that vhat you think I am only capable of?" he asked in a hush, he was wounded more now, then he had been the day he saw them kissing on the pitch. His breathing quicked, and he blinked quickly, trying to hold back the hot, stinging tears pressing against his eyes.

Hermione looked back at him, her own hurt shining through her eyes. "You seem to think I don't care for you in the least," she said quietly, tucking strands of her hair away from her face unhappily, and looking away form him again. "So where does that put us?" she asked softly, her voice barely carrying over the chill air.

Viktor blinked again, two single tears ran down his pale cheeks, and he quickly whipped his hand up to stroke them away, "I am sure you care enough... but trust me, you do not..." he said, then looked down at the ground. "An evil, dark wizard is vhat you now see, and knowing dat, I shall go then..." he said, then turned to go.

"No, Viktor!' she said, grabbing his arm. She pulled it back again quickly, as though the touch had burned her... or chilled her to the bone. "I never saw that, I never thought of you that way," she said honestly, biting back her own tears. "I just... I don't know, Viktor. You have all this darkness about you, no matter how much you pull yourself away from it, and-" she trailed off, looking down again.

Viktor turned to her again, "If you did not think me Evil, then vhy did you say just now you fear for Ronald's safety?" he bellowed, dark eyes electric. "Is that the best you can think ov me Hermione? The vorst?" he asked, shocked to the core. He shook his head, looking away from her. "Darkness... " he hissed, then strode away from her. He stopped, then slowly looked back at her, his cheeks wet with tears, "I haff done nothing dark in my life, for you or any other!" he cried.

Hermione's tears broke forth from her eyes, and she bit them back as best she could, though a few slid traitorously down her cheeks. "Of course I worry about Ron's safety! I worry about your safety, I worry that Ron might get it into his mind to go after you, I worry that someone else will hurt you!" She took a step closer, her own pain and frustration mixing on her face in her tears. "You know things that I can only guess at, and you have seen things that- that I most likely will never have to see," she said, almost to the point of letting all of her tears free. "And it scares me, Viktor, it scares me that we can hardly be on the same level..." she trailed off, closing her eyes for a moment against the threat of more hot salty tears. "Call the decision cowardice, if you will..."

Viktor bit down on his lower lip, and was fighting with his reply, his soul torn. "No harm vill ever come to you, or your friends from my hand!" he said in an angry tone, raising his hand for emphasis, then in defeat, he clenched it shut, then dropped it to his side. "If your lover wishes to come at me, so be it!" he said, not adding anymore.

The tall red head had been on his way back to the commonroom, when he overheard a rather lousy group of noisy and gossiping 1st years chatting up a storm. One of them appeared to have witnessed Krum and 'Mione out by the lake together, in a rather heated discussion. The noisiest of the group said rather blatantly that she assumed Krum was trying to steal 'Mione back from 'that Weasley kid' When Ron heard this, he continued staring, until the girl realized such, and turned with a rather casual wave and a 'Oh ... hi Ron ...' to which Ron was back out the portrait hole and on his way to the lake.

Hermione bit her lip, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "I'm sorry," she said again, looking down and trying not to cry any harder than she already was, "I'm going to be with Ron. I can't- I cant't be with you." She swallowed nervously, as fresh tears came to warm her cheeks. "And I do care for you Viktor, just like I care for Ron, I just- I just can't face all of this," she added quietly, feeling the full weight of her guilt, and a tinge of cowardice eating at the edge of her heart.

Viktor nodded slowly, his eyes looking directly at Hermione's, and he said in a soft tone, "Save your apologies and your caring for your lover Miss Granger, I am no concern of yours anymore. You have made that clear enough to me. I thank you for your candor in this matter Miss Granger, may you both be qvite happy together." he said in a low, defeated tone, "I shall trouble you and your friends never again," and turned, striding away.

Making his way out to the lake, he saw the two of them, with a distance of 5 feet between them, but he could feel the tension and stress in the air like a thick fog. He licked his lips and did not care to hide his presence, " ... 'Mione?" He approched next to her, and could see in the dim light, the shine of tears on her cheeks, then up at Krum, with a similar dampness to his cheeks, "Everything alright here?" He said quizzically, standing between the two of them.

The brunette looked from Ron to Krum, a little startled at the redhead's sudden appearance near them. She supposed that she ought to have been paying more attention to their surroundings, and took a quick glance about the grounds for any onlookers. There were none, the area was now completely devoid of students. She looked back to Ron and tried to hide her tears, a futile action. "It's..." fine, she started to say, but she was tired of lies, in all shapes and forms, and the tears came anew. She just cut off and looked back at her feet, not looking at either boy or speaking.

Viktor turned to look at Ron, not hiding the fact that he was crying. He didn't care any longer. He not only had lost Hermione's love but her faith and trust as well. He bowed slightly to Ron, then said in a quiet voice. "I vish you both only the best, and shall not be a distration in your.... affairs." he said, casting a defeated glance at Hermione, then whipped his red cloak closer around him, and turned again for the castle.

He'd had enough. The anger, everything pooled together, how he made 'Mione cry, why he always made her feel guilty. He balled his hands into fists and couldn't help but stare at the back of his cowardic retreating head, "Why don't you do it, huh? Why don't you give me the beating you so think I deserve, Krum! Do you need more persuasion? I'm ready for you!" Instead of waiting for the sulking Bulgarian to strike, Ron launched himself at him, rage completely taking over him as he brought a balled fist to the side of Krum's head.

Hermione's head whipped up at his words, and she watched wide-eyed as the redhead launched himself at Viktor. "Ron, what the-" she called out, to little result. She wrapped her arms tighter about herself, and watched the pair in shock.

Viktor turned when he heard Ron's words become movement, and this caused the strike to hit him full in the nose. He made a surprised sound and reeled with the hit of the tall and lanky younger boy. He slowly turned to look at Ron, blood running down from his lip and nose. Slowly he ran his tongue across his upper lip, tasting his own blood, and he then spat it on the ground at Ron's feet. He gave Hermione a defeated look, but said nothing.

"That's right ... walk away, you evil Bulgarian bastard! I told you before, leave her alone!" He took a few more steps towards him, and reached out, grabbing his red robes and tugging him off balance and pulling him around to face him, a look of anger like he'd never had before surged through him, and he threw another punch at him, "You jealous bastard! FIGHT me, won't you? You know you want to!"

Hermione broke her stupor, and stepped forward, attempting to get between the two boys. "Ron!" she cried, "What do you think you're doing!?" She couldn't get between them, however, and her voice sounded faint in the air, as though she couldn't change a thing.

Viktor put a hand up and easily blocked Ron's second punch, and with a shove, sent him skidding backwards on the damp grass. "I vill not strike CHILDREN!" he growled at the both of them, and with a wave of his hands and a muttering from his lips, there was a shimmer in the air, more specifically around him shimmered, and he turned and went to leave again.

Huffing as he was shoved, and landed hard on his bum at 'Miones feet, he growled, looking angrily at him, "FINE ... run away, you coward ... " He scoffed and stood, placing himself between 'Mione and Krum reaching his hands up to place them lightly on Hermione's shoulders, "C'mon ... I'll ... escort you back to the castle... "

2002-10-13 21:32:00,
Epilogue

Written in Bulgarian:

Coward. Bastard. Evil.

So am I, according to Ron.

Dark. Evil. Too much.

So I am, according to Hermione.

Maybe I am. Maybe I am and I don't know it. Maybe I should be. "Untapped potential, great Promise..." That is what both sides said about me then. I wonder about now. If I were to toss the coin again, which side would win?

I suppose if I was going to be evil, I would have started by levelling Mr. Weasley this afternoon. He hit me once, I blocked the second, when he made to attack me again, I threw up a Force Wall, and walked away. End of story, correct?

It was until Professor McGonnagal spied me entering the castle looking like I did after the Quidditch World Cup. Swimming in my own blood. I didn't tell her what happened, and I guess she figured out she couldn't bully me into it either.

I am not a "squealer". I wash my hands of both of them. They can be as they want to be. I shall receed into the shadows again, be alone again. I suppose it is better this way. I wish I could believe that.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-13 21:59:00,
A talk with a kindred spirit

An IC RP with Viktor and Harry Potter.

Yawning slightly as he reached the portrait, Harry said the password, and walked though to the common room.It was unusually empty. There were, however, two people talking in hushed tones over by the fire. Changing his pace a bit, he walked by them, trying to hear what they were whispering about. "... think Vik's ok?" said one "...yeah, I wonder who..." It was the Headboy and the Prefect. He missed the last part, but he had a good idea who had done it. Harry walked up the cold stone steps, and through the hall, to the Prefect's room. He knocked softly, twice, hoping that Viktor wasn't sleeping. "Viktor? ......It's just me, Harry. Can I come in?"

There was a pause before there was an answer, and Viktor's deep voice, if a bit congested sounded called out, "Come in,"

Harry hesitated a bit at the strange quality of his voice, and gently placed his hand on the door, and opening it slowly.

Viktor was sitting in one of the ornate Prefect's Chairs, his head tilted back, and an ice bag resting on his nose. Next to him was a small side table, and upon that was a goblet, and an opened bottle of mulled wine. The glass was nearly empty, and he greeted Harry with a slow wave of his free hand.

Slowly walking past the door, Harry was greeted with the sight of Viktor, who was looking a bit rumpled. Harry blinked a bit in suprise. "Oh my gosh, Viktor.." Harry realized suddenly that the door was still open, and he pushed it shut with his foot before walking closer to the older student. "...are you ok?"

Viktor gave Harry a What do you think? sort of look and nodded slowly. "Jah... I vill be fine. He got in a sucker shot on me..." he said softly, then with a wave of his hand, summoned his wand and levitated the wine bottle, refilling his glass, then summoned one for Harry and filled it as well. "Have a sip, it is qvite nice..."

Harry felt a bit stupid at Viktor's look. Of course he's alright. But, that's what you were supposed to ask someone..right? Harry watched as the glasses filled with the dark red liquid. He hesitantly reached out and took it. "I know that it's not the same comming from me, but I'm sorry about Ron. He can be a bit..abrasive. I know that's just stating the obvious, but just the same, I'll have a talk with him." He said, and took a sip of the whine. It was..sweet. It slid easliy down his thoat, and he downed quite a bit, before looking ofer the top of the glass.

Viktor was shaking his head at Harry. "Dere is no need to talk to him about dis, about me. It is over vith as far as I am concerned." he said, then added in a decidedly sadder tone, "As far as Hermione is concerned. She hass chosen him. That is all there is to it." he said in a resigned tone. "Professor McGonnagal asked me vhat happened, I did not tell her." he said, giving Harry an intent look. "I am not as Evil as he vould like to believe, and convince others..."

Lowering the glass from his lips, Harry nodded. "I understand, I won't talk to Ron." He said slowly. He did want to talk to Ron though, to see what happened. He hadn't seen him yet. "I don't think that you're evil, just ....misunderstood." Was that an accurate discription? Ron thought that he was 'evil' because he liked Hermione, and the girls liked him because he was handsome and famous. Harry figured that no one actually took the time to get to know Viktor, or the person he really was.

Viktor gave Harry a crafty smile and removed the bag from his nose, and sat up slightly to drink from his glass of wine. He wrinkled his nose, wincing a bit, but not too badly. "Not broken..." he assessed. "Just bloody." he said, then looked directly at Harry, "Not evil, just misunderstood am I?" he inquired, "How vould you really know?" he asked with a raise of a dark eyebrow.

Harry thought for a second before carefully answering. "Well, you come from a school that, from my understanding, teaches Dark Arts. The people here love to take things at face value. No one wants to take the time to look into things, understand them. You remember when you were sorted? How just about everyone was suprized? It's always been that way . Those people knew that you were to be sorted into Slytherin. Just like everyone knew that I was to be in Gryffindor. What they don't take into account is the individual." Harry said as he took another sip from his glass. "I don't claim to know you Viktor, we havn't really talked much, but I am sure there is more to you then what you show the world. You were sorted into this house for a reason."

Viktor looked long into Harry's eyes, and just the look on his face said all he needed to, confirming everything that Harry had just said. "Jah... but you are in the minority I am afraid. Hermione and Ron... they do not care to see vhat I really am. It is easier to believe the vorst about me."

"Well, they just havn't been on the oher side of the coin. Ron has been hounded my Malfoy because of who he is, but that's just one person. You and I are hounded by thousands. In and out of school. I love them dearly, but sometimes they just don't understand.." He trailed off with a sad sort-of smile. He knew that they tried, and that was enough for him. Viktor on the other hand, he didn't really have anyone here that understood how it was...well execpt for Harry. Harry looked down to the glass in his hand and slowly sloshed the wine around.

Viktor smiled at Harry. "I like vhat you haff to say Harry Potter. You are qvite wise for your age, and a kind person. I thank you for being so understanding to me. You ver the first last year vhen I vas here. I haff not forgotten that." he said with a smile. There was pain in his eyes however, and his whole posture seemed one of weary defeat.

Nodding, Harry took another sip from his glass. This stuff just seemed to be getting better.."You're welcome Viktor. ' His vision shook a bit. He looked to the glass once more, suddenly realising that this was alcoholic. He hadn't really had a lot, but he could tell a difference. He colored a bit and placed the glass on the table, smiling slightly. "Thanks for...the uh wine" He said as he inched towards the door. 'I'm sorry Viktor, but I need to..lay down." He wasn't tired or drunk, it was just the feeling of distortion. A bit unnerving really."If you ever need to talk about..you know..things, you know where to find me." He said with a wave, before he reached for the door. He had to fight to get it to open, but he finally did, and waved once more before disappearing from sight, and closing the door once more.

Viktor stood up, and called Harry, "Thank you for coming to see me Harry, it meant a lot to me. More than you could know." he said with a brave smile. "Be vell Harry Potter." he said, then watched Harry totter out of his room, holding onto the wall for balance. Viktor smiled and returned to his seat. After draining his glass of wine in one practiced swallow, he set the glass down, then leaned back in his chair and replaced the ice bag on his nose.

2002-10-15 14:21:00,
Time heals

Written in Bulgarian:

Well, it heals somethings, that is for sure. My nose, not broken has resumed it's normal, prominant size, and the split on my lip, is hardly noticeable.

Hermione and Ron, it seems, were caught snogging and partially dressed in a Broom Closet by Professor McGonnagal. Both were admonished and given heavy detentions. How do I know this? Let's just say little twittering birds keep me well advised of more than I care to know.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-16 19:52:00,
A talk with Lavender

An IC RP with Lavender and Viktor.

Viktor returned to the Gryffindor Common room after acquiring a few book he would need for an Arithmancy Essay. He had another that would help him with his Spell Poetry as well. That was not for class assigned work however... He found the Common Room a bit full for his liking, and seeings as he was again a point of interest, he sighed, and headed for the stairs leading to the dorm.

Lavender ran down the dorm room stairs knocking into Viktor who was just starting to come up them,"Oh my God I am soo sorry, Viktor I wasn't paying attention" She turned bright red from embarrassment. Lavender managed to pull herself up as she handed Viktor his book. She then smiled softly, "How are you doing?"

Viktor cursed under his breath, and stooped down to gather his books, but found Lavender already handing his to him. "I am vell enough." he lied, "How are you doing Miss... " he paused, suddenly embarrassed a bit as he was not sure of her name.

"Lavender, Lavender Brown". It is okay I don't expect you to remember my name" it's not like we talked before" She smiled softly., "I am really sorry for running into you like that. I am in a rather good mood actually, and Viktor, you don't need to lie to me, you don't seem too well to me. But, that is none of my business really" I am sorry I will shut up now"" She started to play with her hair a nervous habit of hers.

Viktor held his books in front of him and managed a weak smile. "Vell, I am sure pleased to meet you formally Miss Brown." he said in a soft tone. "I am vell enough, considering vhat has happened. How about that little lie?" he smiled.

"Same to you, I suppose you are right, I am sure things will get better for you." Lavender smiled, "Just stay away from my Bestfriend, I think she still likes you, and she is a bit boy crazy." Lavender laughed she couldn't believe she just blurted that out. Parvati would kill her if she found out.

Viktor grinned in a mischievous way, and leaned against the stone wall of the staircase. "Und who vould your best friend be Miss Brown?" he asked slyly, his whole manner changing.

"Oh Parvati, she is the one that has a twin in Ravenclaw... Hermione made her Burp bubbles..." Lavender smiled slightly as she leaned against the wall in front of Viktor. "Knowing my luck she is going to come in here and freak out, seeing me talking to you," Lavender smiled slightly laughing at the thought.

Viktor smiled again, yes, he seemed to be in flirt-mode, a rare thing for him, to be sure. "Burping bubbles did you say? How interestink." he mused. "Vell, I hope no one freaks-out over me, I haff had qvite enough of that from Mr. Weaslely..." he said, voice turning down at the mention of Ron's name.

"Well, lets not talk about him, Parv she is just a bit nuts some time she will be wanting to know everything we talked about. That is if she sees me with you talking"" Lavender smiled, she moved a bit so other students could get through. She noticed that they weren't in the best place to talk. "So what would you like to talk about? I am sure you don't want to talk about Parvati or the other persons""

Viktor shrugged, and looked around the stairwell, and at the Common Room beyond. "Vould you like to come sit and talk in my room?" he asked with a shy smile, then started to walk up the staircase, looking back to see if she would follow.

Lavender's jaw about dropped,"Your room? Umm, just to talk, I suppose I could do that.." Lavender slowly followed. Part of her was thinking she was out of her mind for doing this. The other part liked the fact he wanted to talk to her; and he wasn't treating her like most the students did.

Viktor walked to the Prefect's Dorm, which he shared with the Gryffindor Prefect, and the 7th Year Gryffindor Head Boy. There were three massive four-poster beds in here, two were draped in the Gryffindor Colors of scarlet and gold. The third bed, Viktor's, was elegantly appointed in his personal colors of burgundy and black. A massive carved blanket chest stood at the foot of his bed, and across the room was a miniature sitting room, complete with two velvet loveseats on a rug before a crackling fireplace. A tray of cheeses and finger meats was on a silver tray as well as a bottle of juice and wine rested on a low table between the couches. Viktor indicated one of the couches with a wave of his hand. "Please, haff a seat." he said with a smile.

Lavender smiled slightly and a bit nervously as she sat down on the couch. She looked around the room. It was different than her own room. This room was very cozy, and was very welcoming, helping her to feel a bit more comfortable now. She watched Viktor, "Lovely room, so warm and cozy."

Viktor shrugged, then after sitting down next to her on the couch, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to her, then one for himself. He sipped at his, watching her over the top of his glass as he drank, then spoke, "It is nice enough. I haff seen better actually," he said with a slight sniff.

Lavender smiled, "Thank you, I see my room is a bit nicer than this but that is different." She reaches down and took a few pieces of cheese and meat. "So what would you like to talk about?"

Viktor ate more of the hors des ourves and sipped his wine again before replying, "I am not sure. Perhaps dere is something about me you vish to ask?" he asked as he lifted an eyebrow and smiled at her.

Lavender sipped on her wine a bit more, "I can't think of anthing I want to know about you. If there is anything you want to tell me feel free to." She looked at Viktor smiling she wasn't sure what she wanted to know exactly, she didn't want to pry too much. She then took another sip of wine and set the emprty wine glass down.

He sighed deeply, and rolled his dark eyes as he thought, "Vell, I am single..." he said, then laughed deeply. "I am svamped vith study vork, I hear there will be a Halloween Costume Masquerade, and not much else do I know."

Lavender smiled slightly, she wasn't sure what to say to him. Was he flirting with her? She wasn't sure what to think, a few hours ago she was sipping on butterbeers with Fred. What had happened to have two seventh years paying attention to her like they were? "Yeah I figured you were single, a Costume Masuquerade? This is the first time I have heard of such a thing." Lavender took a deep breath as she watched him, wondering what was going on.

Viktor leaned back on the couch, draping arm around behind her on the back, and nodded. "Jah, I suppose being a Teacher's Aide has it's advantages. Professor Lupin mentioned it to me the other day. He asked me if I vould be going or not."

Lavender touched her face soon as his arm moved behind her on the couch. She took a deep breath if this wasn't flirting, she didn't know what was. She smiled, "I suppose so. Do you have a choice? I figured since it is a school event you have to go..." Lavender bit her lip, "I don't suppose I could have a bit more wine?" Lavender ran her fingers through her hair as she looked at him, "So what did you tell him, Professor Lupin that is?"

Viktor listened to her question him, then leaned forward and refilled her glass as he answered her, "Since I am a part time student, and a part time teachers aide, I have a few more freedoms than the rest of the students," he said with a bit of pride in his voice. "But, I haff not decided yet." he said sulkily, reaching for his glass of wine again. "I may drop by for a look around, if I am not engaged with something else." he said with a tired sound to his voice. He stared off into the fire, and seemed to be considering something.

Lavender smiled, "Yeah I suppose your right. Well, I am sure you will decide, when the time is right." She then took a sip of her wine, "How about I propose a toast?" Lavender smiled she never had done one before but had seen pleanty of them from dinner parties. She had a feeling something was bothering Krum when she looked at him, "Is everything alright?"

Viktor smiled slowly, and lifted his glass of wine up to hers, "Very vell, propose a toast then," he said, and waited and for her to continue.He nodded his head slowly to her question, "I am vell enough Miss Brown. I am a private man by nature...."

"I understand..." Lavender then raise her glass to his, "May we find our true self, and never lose sight of it. And that one day we can find true happiness." Lavender then tapped her glass to his and took a sip. After saying the toast; in her mind she felt it was the worse toast she had ever heard. "I am sorry, I suppose I am not very good at these.."

Viktor smiled at her, warmly it seemed, "A very nice sentiment Lavender," he said, then sipped long from his glass again.

Lavender blushed, "Thank you, Viktor." Lavender touched her lips she was starting to slightly feel the affects of the wine. She the took another sip,"I was wondering something, why me of all the girls in Gryffindor? Why talk to me and not them?" She was feeling rather brave at the moment, part of her was thinking it was because of the way she looked.

Most guys like her for her looks and not her. It was hard to tell when someone was being sincere to her. Lavender wondered if it was just because he had just broken up with Hermione or he really was interested in her. Then again it could all be in her head, and he was just wanting to be a friend and nothing more.

Viktor leaned his head in his hand, leaning on the back of the couch, and thought for a while before answering. "I think you are a nice girl Lavender. I know vhat they think of you, and me. I just thought, it might be nice for you, to have me talk to you, that is all." he said quietly.

Lavender reached out and touched his hand softly, "I am sorry it just, I am some times a bit iffy with guys and all." She smiled slighly, "I am glad you wanted to I have rather enjoyed it." She took another sip of her wine. She then set her glass down and pick up some cheese and meat and munched on it quietly. "You're rather enjoyable company, I am sorry if I tend to question you too much."

Viktor laughed, "It is qvite OK. I understand how I can make you nervous. Hermione mentioned something aobut that to me..." he said sadly. "That is vhy I vill be alone vhile I am here I think. It is too hard for me to blend with the students here, socially."

"No it isn't you Viktor, it is guys in general, I swear," Lavender took a deep breath, "I am not nervous, I am actually pretty relaxed with you." She took a long deep breath, "And I highly doubt you will be alone."

He continued to lean on his hand and looked deeply into her eyes, "I know I vill not alvays be alone, but for now, I think that is best for everyone." he said almost sadly. "I haff come here to study, and not to have a romantic life."

"Are you so sure that you won't have a romantic life?" Lavender smiled, "You never know, it might hit you when you least expect it. I believe in that with all my heart just as I believe in my tarot cards and they never have failed me." She then remembered the reading she had done months before... with Hermione. Lavender looked at Viktor and smiled, "I am here for you if you ever need me." Just then Lavender started to yawn slightly, "Wow I am getting really sleepy..."

Viktor shook his head slowly 'no'. "It is best for me to not look for love here. I know that now. But I thank you for listening to me. It is nice to have somevone to talk to once in a while." he said, then gave her the shyest of smiles.

"I would love to stay Viktor, but i am so very tired, perhaps we can chat another time," Lavender then pushed herself up from the couch and looke dat him, "Don't limit yourself to where you find love, it is never a good thing, you could pass your true love by if you do that." She then smiled as she waved good-bye.

Viktor rose when Lavender did, and smiled, and gave her a slight bow as she departed, "Thank you for coming to speak vith me Lavender. It vas quite nice. Good night." he said softly, again giving her a shy smile.

"Anytime Viktor, anytime," Lavender too a deep breath as she left the room she had a feeling she was a bit tipsy and she need to lay down and get some sleep. She somehow managed to get herself into bed with out having anyone ask her what was going on.

Viktor watched the girl depart, and once she was gone, he realized again, how deeply lonely he was. He sat back down on the couch, and refilled his wine glass. He cradled it in his hands, thinking in the darkness.

2002-10-17 12:24:00,
Letters from home

Written in Bulgarian:

I wonder how she heard. Actually, I wonder why it took this long. This morning, an owl arrived for me at breakfast, from Bulgaria, from Marta.

In the beginning, she was so comforting, so understanding. Motherly towards me almost.

My Dearest Viktor, I am so sad to hear that your budding relationship with the Granger girl has wilted...

Wilted? I should think it is more closely to having died on the vine. Rotted before full fruition of what it could have been. Alas, it does no good to dwell in the past. My heart, locked away is no longer concerned with such frivolites. In her owl, later, the tone changes, as I knew it would.

I hope you are adjusting well to your new home and climates at Hogwarts. Fall is settling in here at our home, the fire is warm, the wine and company are as well.

You know you are always welcome to come to our home for the Holidays, Igor and myself would love to welcome you during your break from studies.

Indeed. I am quite sure of that.

Another bit of post arrived for me this morning. An unsigned note containing only a Muggle Quote. It was delivered by a House Elf upon my waking. From Lavender? Perhaps? I can't think of anyone else who would be sending it to me. I am sure I still have a following among the girls here. Surprising actually they have not 'pounced' upon me. Perhaps I am not the Prime Catch I once was. That suits me just fine.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-19 08:37:00,
Weekend Leave,

Written in Bulgarian:

I see no reason to stay the weekend, so perhaps I shall go into Hogsmeade, or farther beyond. Home? Perhaps.

I have not seen much of Hermione, nor Ronald as of late, but then, I have not been looking.

I am still in pain of course, but no one sees this. Well, almost no one. The Brown girl, Lavender does seem to have a genuine gift for Divination, and if anyone can sense my true feelings or state of mind, it is her.

This does not mean however I am seeking to begin courting again. The thought of such leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I have no classes today, so I may leave for Hogsmeade and points beyond soon. Professor Dumbledore has given me permission to leave on the weekends.

This is rather odd considering the mood at the School now that the Slytherin boy suspect in the Victor Maxwell death has gone missing. He has not been seen since Tuesday when it is reported he was seen being taken by force from the castle by robed figures.

I suppose he thinks Dark Durmstrang Graduate Viktor Krum can take care of himself. Well, he would be right. I fear nothing, or no man.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-21 17:39:00,
Tresspass,

An IC RP with Viktor Krum, and Ron.

Ron had been pacing, back and forth in the commonroom. He couldn't figure out where 'Mione was. She had been gone for so long. He raised a hand to brush through his bangs, and trudged on up the stairs, taking two of them at a time, with those long gangly legs of his. Pausing and slowly his step, he noticed a door was open. He peered inside, and saw Krum, studying studiously at his desk, lit by a dull candlelight. He cleared his throat, to get his attention. Perhaps Krum knew where she went?

Viktor slowly turned the page in the book he was reading. It was more research for his Spell Poetry undertakings. He slowly looked up when he heard the sound at his door. He saw Ron standing there, and he blinked slowly. Before replying, he closed the book, and drew a piece of parchment over the cover. "Goot evening Mr. Weasley," he said in the neutral voice he used when addressing students he was aiding in class.

"H-Hi Viktor ... " Ron was certainly not very polite. No offence to Krum. It was just ... Ron was rather casual all the time. He shifted from foot to foot, and looked around his room for a moment, before he realized the Bulgarian shared a room with the Gryffindor Prefect and the Head Boy. The room was like that a Professor might have, quite expensively furnished and decorated. He noticed how all of the beds looked alike, except for Krums, which had a red and black ... shroud covering it. "Have you seen 'Mione lately? She's been gone for a few days now ... "

Viktor slowly shook his head, indicating the negative, and then with a wave of his hand, directed Ron to one of the small couches where as always, some wine, juice and finger foods were set out. "I haff...." he paused, considering his words carefully before continuing, "I haff stayed avay from her as you vanted Ron. She is vith you now, so she is your.... responsibility," he said, again in that quiet, patient Teacher Voice of his.

It was definatly eerie ... here he was, Vkitor Krum, the best Seeker, the youngest Seeker. At the World Cup, Ron was itching to talk to him. Now, he feared him. He wouldn't admit it, but he was frightened of what Krum was capable of. After all, he was more than a few years older than him. "Th-thanks ... " He spoke, walking into his room, slipping on the couch. Ron was a food maniac. He couldn't deny the fact that there was free food. This time, however, he chose moderation, and just took a small bit of cheese. "Oh ... well ... I've been worried. No one's seen her in a while ... " he shrugged lightly.

Viktor slowly rose from his chair, sliding it back then walked over to the fire place, and taking an iron poker from the stand, stirred the fire to a healthy height again, and replaced the tool away before sitting down on the couch opposite Ron. He lifted a glass and filled it with wine, then offered it to Ron. "Perhaps she has gone home for a visit? She did not tell you she vas leafing?" he asked with the slightest lift of a coal colored eyebrow.

He looked at the glass, fearing it would be poisoned or something. Ron was always cautious. But it would be rather foolish of him to be this obvious. He took the offered glass, and sipped. Mmn, he'd never had wine before. He assumed it was Bulgarian wine. Another large gulp, "She didn't say a word ... all I've seen of her is her journal ... " He looked away, eyes focusing on the fire. "Besides ... she only goes home over the holidays ... I've never known her to leave during the school year ... " He blinked, taking another gulp of wine. This stuff was really ... really good!

Viktor raised his eyebrows slightly at the mention of Hermione's Diary, and he poured himself a glass of the wine and took a long sip before answering, "You haff her journal?" he asked, incredulous that he would breach that privacy booundary. "Haff you read it?" he asked in a low whisper. He seemed quite interested to know if Ron had.

He looked at him, his glass empty, resting in his hand, fingers idly twirling the glass, "No ... I haven't. It's her private thought. I don't ... want to read them ... " Oh, the temptation was so definatly strong. But he managed to keep it tucked away in his trunk. He really wanted to know what she thought of him, but would prefer just to have her tell him, if she so wished.

Viktor took in a long breath, then let it out as a long sigh. He reached for the carafe of wine, and refilled Ron's glass. "It might provide a clue to vere she hass gone, but I understand your respect ov her privacy." he said then sipped at his wine, and reached for some of the brie, and spread it on a cracker before eating it.

He chewed the cracker, thinking, then added. "How did you come to haff her journal?" he asked. "Did she leave it for you to find?"

He took another sip of his refilled wine, already feeling a bit tipsy from it all. He raised to grab another amount of cheese, chewing it before speaking. "I walked into the library, and the librarian handed it to me ... she said she ... found it lying on a pile of books she'd gotten off the shelves. It's really strange for her to have taken all those books out and not put them back .. let *along* leave something as personal as her diary behind ... " He swallowed, looking at Krum. He looked so dark, so freaky in the dim firelight.

Viktor nodded, considering all of this as he swirled the wine around in his glass. "Almost as if she left a clue. Perhaps she vas leaving you a clue." he mused and then leaned forward and spooned some caviar onto a cracker and swallowed it in one bite. He followed that with more wine, and reclined back on the couch. "It does seem qvite odd for her to just.... go like that."

"Yeah ... I don't think she left me a clue ... I'd hate to say she was kiddnapped or something ... surely someone would've spread a rumor by now ... " The very thought that she possibly left a clue in her notebook gave Ron the idea to look in it. He shifted nervously, watching the fire swirl a lot more than usual. He downed the rest of his wine, and laid back against the couch. He felt hot, just a bit. A hand resting against his stomach, eyes focused on the fire.

"Vell, I vill not presume to tell you vhat to do Mr. Weasley." he said quietly. "You know vhat is best for Hermione, don't you?" he asked in a tone edged with just the slightest bit of sarcasm.

He winced at the other's bite of mockery. Glancing at him, his eyes rather blurry as of the moment, "Don't throw my words right back in my face, Krum ... " He sat up, finally coming to a stand, holding out the glass to him to give it back. He was a bit tipsy, and from a stint over the summer, it was known that Ron was a rather mean drunk.

Viktor remained calm. Unflappable. "I am not throwing vords at you Mr. Weasley, I am merely repeatingvhat you haff told me so many times... Or have you forgotten your own vords?" he asked with the slightest curl up of his lips, and another sip of wine.

Ron went off suddenly, without warning. The wine glass in his hand was soon tossed violently into the flames, the shatter of glass and the slight roar of the fire from the small amount of alcohol still remaining in the glass. "Don't get smart with me, Viktor! I know Hermione a lot better than you do! Than you EVER will! She doesn't trust you any more than I do!" He spat, wavering slightly from side to side, the alcohol doing a number on his younger less tolerant body.

Viktor didn't even flinch when Ron tossed the glass into the fire, and rose to his feet, challenging him. In fact, he looked amused. "Then VHY did you come and ask ME vhere your girlfriend is Ronald?" he said, purposely using the more familiar name, it was not for friendly purposes. "I didn't invite you into my rooms, and quite frankly, if you are going to act like an ass, you may leave now." he said with a steady, confident voice. He sipped his wine again then laughed, "Funny that vhen you can't find your steady, you come looking in the den of the man she supposedly fears."

"I was ... I only asked if ... you ... " Ron growled, his anger flaring, and no Hermione to stop him. "You bloody Bulgarian!" He spat, when words had failed him. His cheeks shone a light red color. He was somewhat cornered by Krum, from moving past him to exit the room. So he stood where he was, hands balling into fists at his sides, "You don't ... give up, do you? You're JEALOUS! Jealous that 'Mione chose me! " He blurted out, rocking forward violently, almost about to lose his balance.

Viktor set his wine calmly down on the table, still remaining seated, and with a flick of his wrist, his wand was in his hand. He smiled at Ron, and twirled it between his fingers with the dexterity of a Muggle drummer. His smile widened, and his eyes looked directly into Ron's. "No Weasley, you are the von who won't quit vhile he is ahead. You haff the woman, but you still aren't man enough to enjoy it." he said as he slowly rose to his feet, his wand aimed at Ron's chest. "Now... I haff been a generous host to you, leave now before you regret the consequences of your loose mouth...."

Blinking madly, staring down at the end of his wand, Ron felt more brave than ever, due to the high amount of imbibed alcohol. "I'd never regret what I've said to you, Krum ... " He spoke in a calm, low tone, eyes narrowing upon the dark ones staring at him, "Can't take a few insults without waving around your wand? Fine by me ... I'll be going then ... " And he moved to brush past the older, wiser, much bigger, much meaner, fairly ticked off Bulgarian, stumbling slightly as he passed.

Viktor watched the younger, obviously drunken boy stagger towards the door, ignoring the brusque shove of the other, but still keeping his wand at the ready. Scared? Of course not, but he wasn't about to be an adolescent's punching bag again. "Well, when dealing with one who makes blind attacks on others, I haff to be careful..." he smiled. Then a moment later, his expression was deadly serious. "Now, leave, before I report you to the House Head for stealing my vine...." he said in a dangerous voice.

"You GAVE it willingly, KRUM!" He blurted out, spinning around to face him, almost falling over, having to steady himself on the Head Boy's bed post. "Who d'you think they'll trust more, a Weasley? Or a Dark Wizard Bulgarian Hogwarts WANNABE!?" He chortled, and turned around, stumbling out the door.

Viktor watched Ron bumble his way out of his room, and the most devious of smirks crossed his face. He whipped his wand back out of sight with a flick of his fingers, and crossed his arms over his chest. This was going to be too simple....

2002-10-21 09:36:00,
Monday classes

Written in Bulgarian:

I glanced at her only once, when she entered the class, then returned my attention to the papers before me I was to mark and return by the end of class. I am more of a teacher's aid in this class, and that suits me fine. Ron is her shadow, and I caught him giving me a warning glance.

Silly boy, you should talk to Draco if you want to know w hat lies in store for you if your raise my temper, again. Well, class is nearly over, more later. Perhaps a detail of my weekend.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-22 21:17:00,
The Moth Returns

Written in Bulgarian:

Hermione returned today. So she was gone after all. She came upon me while I was playing "Chicken" with a pair of murderous Bludgers. Yes, I have odd ways of filling my free time lately.

Despite my best efforts, I found it impossible to concentrate on not getting pummled to death with her gaping at me, so I landed, and caught the Bludgers. This was not done without slight injury and confrontation however.

I took a shoulder shot from the second one while I was caging the first, and a near killing head shot while I was on the ground brought her running, wand in hand to check on me.

She wanted to heal my bruised shoulder, I refused. I told her she had another man to care for now. She is torn, I can see it in her eyes, but she made her choices, I am living with them, so now she must too.

I told her of what happened to Ron, but not the punishement he received. I left that for him to tell her. Do I regret my actions? I will let you know if the guilt ever starts.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-22 08:28:00,
Sentence Passed,

An IC RP with Ron, NPC McGonnagal and Viktor Krum.

It had taken much coarsing to get Ron up and out of bed and dressed this morning. He had a splitting headache. He'd never had one this bad. His eyes were red and puffy. He hardly bothered with combing his hair. Trudging down to the Great Hall for breakfast, he could hardly look at food, let alone eat any. Harry asked how he was, and where Hermione was. Ron made a blurb that he talked to Krum last night and that they compromized that she had gone home for the weekend. Well, no, they didn't compromise. The two of them had one more clash, and Ron wasn't happy that Viktor basically drunked him up. Really devious of that bloody Bulgarian, that was.

There came a stern clicking of heels into the Great Hall, and they continued on until they came to stop behind Ron. "Mr. Weasley." came the pinched voice from behind. There was no doubt who it belonged to, Professor McGonnagal. "My office, now." she clipped, then turned and walked out again without waiting to see if Ron would follow. She KNEW he would.

Everyone's eyes turned towards him. He winced as her voice met his sensative hung-over ears. He stood, stumbling lightly on his robes, and gave one last fleeting glance to Harry. Harry looked at him, trying to tell him it'll be alright, but for some reason, Ron knew that it wouldn't be. Following McGonnagal all the way to her office, he began to wonder what exactly this was about.

Professor McGonnagal opened the door to her office, leaving it that wasy for Ron to enter, "Close the door Mr. Weasley and have a seat," she said indicating a chair before her desk. Standing solemnly in the corner of the House Head's Office, his arms folded over his chest, was Viktor Krum. His dark eyes gave nothing away, and his face was a mask devoid of expression.

Upon entering the office, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But as he turned back from closing the door, he noticed him. His heart gave a lurch, eyes widening at the site of the Bulgarian lurking in the corner like a vulture. He swallowed, and sat down at the chair indicated by the Professor, trying not to look at Krum.

Professor McGonnagal took her place behind her desk, and folded her thin boney hands on the desk before her. Her face was as tense as a drumskin, and her eyes bored into Ron's. "Mr. Weasley, some very disturbing news has come to my attention this morning involving Mr. Krum and yourself. Viktor came to me this morning, reporting some of his personal propertWednesdayy was missing from his dorm room." she said in a tense, low tone.

Standing behind her, Viktor watched Ron with dark eyes filled with satisfaction. His face remained still, showing no emotion. "I was hoping that he was mistaken in his assumptions, however..." she said pausing to reach into a drawer and pull something out of it, she set it on the table. It looked like a bedsheet, stained with dark red spots. Like wine. "Explain how there are wine stains on your bedsheets Mr. Weasley, and how an empty bottle of Viktor's wine was found underneath your dresser!" she snapped, eyes flashing angrily.

Ron blinked at his bedsheets ... then eyes scathingly glanced at Viktor. He stood up abruptly, "Professor, he set me up! I was asking about Hermione, she's been gone for a while, and he invited me into his room and FORCED wine down my throat! He purposly got me drunk, and threatened me at the tip of his wand to leave! Prfoessor, you have to believe me! He SET ME UP!" His voice rose, anger burning his cheeks, his headache ripping through his mind, and almost bringing tears to them, "You set me up, Viktor! You ... " He bit back the harsh comments, in the face of his Head of House, looking at McGonnagal win sincerety, "Professor ... he's jealous. He's just trying to get back at me! C'mon, you can't tell me you believe him!"

Ron's passionate ways may be of use to him at some point in his life, but now they did nothing but tighten the noose. Professor McGonnagal stiffened in her chair, "Mr Weasley! You will lower your voice when addressing me!" she said angrily, but without shouting, she didn't need to. "You will also consider your recent record of Rule Breaking and unprovoked attacks on Mr. Krum. I find it hard to believe that an Honor Student of his age and accomplishments would be plotting to set you up for anything." she said, hands trembling she was so angry. "We cannot allow thieves to attend Hogwart's School Mr. Weasley...." she said in a dangerous tone of voice. Viktor, watching Ron closely, nodded slowly in concurrance.

Ron looked flabbergasted. He shut his mouth and plopped back down in the seat before her desk, "Yes, ma'am ... " He glared at Viktor, knowing he had everything to do with this. It wasn't like Ron had never gotten a detention before. This was just a blow below the belt for Viktor. His pathetic ways of dealing with a situation, masking it in the guise of an adult. Why couldn't he just bust out his wand and fight like a man. His hands were balled into fists.

"What you have done is an Expulsionary worthy crime Mr. Weasley, I hope you realize that. Mr. Krum however, has told me he does NOT want to see that happen to you. I find his charity under the circumstances remarkable in this situation. However, a transgression has occured, and you must answer to that." She paused, and a pained look came over her face as she took a breath before continuing, "In light of this latest violation of yours, and seeing how you are already in the care of Mr. Filch for the next two months, you will be removed from the House Quidditch Team immediately, and are banned from attending any of the Team Practices. You may attend the matches with your house in the stands, but are to go no where near the team when they are practicing or are in the locker rooms. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Weasley?"

Clunk ... his heart, just disappeared ... fell into his stomach, mouth dropping open, eyes going wide. "Wh--what?" He couldn't believe it. He didn't *want* to believe it! He was getting ... thrown off the team?! He stood a bit shakey, refusing to look at Krum, and nodded politely to McGonnagal, "Y-yes ... Professor ... " He swallowed, and turned to leave, feeling far worse than when he woke up this morning. His hands were shaking, his knees unable to function properly.

"Mr. Weasley!" she called after him, her harsh voice stopping him in mid-step. She was not finished with him yet. "Furthermore, you are NOT to be seen, or found in the Prefect Dormatories under any circumstances. This includes MALE and FEMALE Prefect Dormatories Mr. Weasley. Do I make myself clear?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow as she waited for an answer.

He looked over at her, another hard blow. He winced, his head splitting farther, almost to the point where it could've broken in two. He nodded, a small grunt, attempting to place it in the form of a 'yes Professor' before stepping out of her office. Forgetting about classes, forgetting about food, feeling like his heart hadjust been ripped out, and was still beating in McGonnagal's hands ... or perhaps in Krums? Either way, Krum had fully nabbed McGonnagal within his meaty death grasp. Taking the one thing away from him that he loved more than *anything* ... he felt like collapsing, but only once he returned to his room would he finally do so.

Viktor made a sad, 'tsking' sound as he looked down at the sitting Professor. She looked almost as heartbroken as Ron. "I am sorry I brought this sadness to you Professor," he said quietly.

Professor McGonnagal was watching the departing form of Ronald, and then once he was out of sight, looked over at Viktor. She reached a hand up to pat his arm. "No Viktor, you did the right thing in telling me this time. You are a very noble young man." she said, then managed a soft smile to him.

Viktor nodded, and with a polite half-bow to the House Head, he departed her office with a swish of dark cloaks, and headed for his first class of the day.

2002-10-22 12:37:00,
Like clockwork

Written in Bulgarian:

It was easy, far too easy. Weasley is his own worst enemy, and all I had to do was report the trespass into my rooms, and he did the rest for me.

It was a small victory in the short, but larger in the long scheme of things. He is Officially barred from My Dorm and that of Hermione as well. Not that men are supposed to be in the womens' Dorms to begin with. And Quidditch.

He is off of the team, banned from practices. I shall be able to see Hermione alone in the place I am most at home. Perfect.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-22 17:59:00,
Oh, were you gone?

An IC RP with Hermione and Viktor.

Viktor walked toward the Hogwarts pitch, his mind was on Quidditch, nothing but. He was carrying a case, monogrammed with his family crest, a Quidditch set. The cold October wind blew his hair around, but he ignored that and walked on. Once he reached the middle of the pitch, abandoned, he set the case down and opened the lid. Grabbing a beater's stick, he mounted his broom, and then quickly reached down and released both Bludgers before rocketing off into the sky. Human dodgeball, two-on-one anyone?

Hermione sighed and pushed a curl out of her eyes wearily, shifting her satchel on her shoulder. She watched her feet as she walked the path towards the school, from the small shop in Hogsmeade that she had arrived at via Floo Powder. She wasn't physically exhausted so much as emotionally drained, after a rather depressing (and sudden) visit to home. Professor Flitwick had met the Gryffindor at the shop, and walked her to the main gates of the school before hurrying off to a meeting with the Arithmancy professor. Hermione didn't mind walking alone back to the castle and past the lake; she only hoped that she didn't have to answer too many questions when she returned to the common room. Kicking a stone absently out of her way, she crossed a ridge and came into sight of the rest of the grounds, including the Quidditch pitch.

Viktor soared up high into the sky, and almost immediatly he was beset upon by the Bludgers, aiming for him. He swatted them away with ferocious swings of the mini bat, and soared away, daring them to catch up with him. It was quite a cathartic work out to say the least. Physical, fast and furious. It was agression release at it's best.

Hermione scanned the grounds, and stopped when her eyes settle on the Quidditch pitch. She could make out a figure in black robes zipping about the pitch, and the Bludgers darting after the figure with all the ferocity of a pair of angry, spherical dragons. The path led by the pitch, so she tucked another strand of unruly hair away from her face and continued onward. Upon reaching the edge of the pitch, she paused again and peered up at the fast-moving blurs. She couldn't tell who it was at first, only that he had dark hair. She watched for a few moments, impressed by the fluid movement of the player.

Viktor was eluding the Bludgers with finesse, and blinding skill as they chased him viciously, he made a pass near were Hermione was standing, and while he saw her form, it was his subconcious that told him who it was. He looped back, taking a second look just to confirm, hovering for just a second, then quickly had to duck a rocketing Bludger aiming for his head. With a powerful lean on his broom, he took off again, continuing his workout.

When the figure paused and glanced in her direction, Hermione took a small step back in surprise. She didn't leave immediately, however, and simply watched him fly for a minute. At practice they were usually too busy working on maneuvers for her to actually watch the others as the flew. Viktor flew with a grace that she had seen only in Harry outside of the professional games, and it was truly amazing to see. She knew that it wasn't a good idea to be standing out there, but something held her to the spot, watching him in his element.

Viktor was distracted knowing she was standing there. He had played before tens of thousands in the World Cup, so why was one girl making him nervous? Because it was Hermione. He continued on for several more minutes, then swooped toward the ground, fast and low. He brought his broom to an abrupt stop, dismounted and turned, catching the first of the two bludger in his gut, trapping it with his hands with a grunt. He quickly turned to force it back into the case.

Hermione winced at the sight of the Bludger hitting Viktor, and silently cursed herself for the urge that rose in her, to trap the other one before it circled back towards the Bulgarian. She bit her lip and knew she should be leaving (as staying seemed only to be inviting confrontation), but wanted to make sure the other Bludger didn't injure him while he was putting the first into the case and tightening the straps.

The first was just about locked down when the second came rocketing back toward it's trapped twin. Viktor was mentally counting how much time he had, and once the other was locked down, he quickly turned and looked for the other, it was about ten feet away from him, and only his highly trained reflexes kept the hit he took from being crippling. He turned to the side quicky to provide a thinner target, but it clipped his shoulder, sending him spinning around to land on his back on the grass. The Bludger went a short ways off, then changed direction and headed for him again. Viktor lay on the grass motionless, waiting? Stunned? It was hard to tell. He only twisted to the side again at the last moment when the Bludger aimed for his head, it struck the turf with a sickening "thud".

"Viktor!" Hermione cried when she saw the Bludger dive, and she flinched visibly when she heard the thud. Without a second thought, she had her wand in her hand in case she could help. She dashed out onto the pitch, thinking all for the worst, and knowing that had he been hit her rudimentary Medical Magic skills would be almost useless. She pulled to a stop by the case, slipping slightly on the grass, and looked down at the Bulgarian in surprise.

Viktor was laying on his belly, the Bludger trapped underneath him, and was turned, looking up at her in equal shock. "Hermione..." he panted as he continued to hold the murderous ball prisoner. He stared at her for a moment, then looked away while he slowly rose to a kneeling position and transferred the ball to the case, locking it down next to it's mate.

Her eyes wide, she took a small step back from him and slipped her wand back into her pocket. She shook her head slightly in surprise, relief (the meaning of which she did not want to deal with at that point) washing over her at the discovery that he was alright. Hermione let that sink in, and then felt a pale blush of embarassment bloom in her cheeks and looked down.

After securing the bludger, and closing the case and locking it, Viktor stood, his back to her. He stood there a beat, then picked up the case and summoned his Firebolt to his hand with a muttered spell. He looked over his shoulder at her, his face neutral, his eyes however were odd. Not cold, but distant. "Thank you for ....." he didn't finish the sentence, but winced at the pain in his shoulder, and waited to see what she would say, if anything. He was not going to walk away. Not this time.

Hermione looked up in time to see him wince as he shifted, and pulled her wand back from her pocket. "You'll have a decent bruise," she said quietly, her voice as calm and even as she could manage it. Her face neutral as she could manage it, she stepped forward and rested the tip of her wand on his shoulder, a simple healing spell settled on her lips, but she did not speak it without looking up for his permission.

"I do not need your help." he said. It was colder sounding than the wind that blew around the duo. "You have another man to take care of now. Remember that." he instructed her, then started to walk away this time. "I need no more threats from Mr. Weasley on your behalf...." he paused, then added, "Hermione." and resumed walking.

Hermione bit her lip and pulled her wand arm back, cradling it against her as though it itself had been injured by his statement. A frown crossed her face, and she called out to him. "Ron... did he threaten you again?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.

Viktor stopped walking, and then slowly turned to look at her again. The wind blew his hair across his face and caught in the mustache and goatee he was in the process of growing out. "Yes." he said simply.

She closed her eyes and muttered a choice word, inaudible to Viktor though the expression on her face may have conveyed the meaning well enough. She pulled her arms tighter about herself almost protectively. "I'm sorry..." she said softly, not sure if she was apologising for Ron's actions... or her own.

"It is a pathetic man that needs his Voman to make apologies for him," he spat. "Besides, I haff reported that and the theft of my property to Professor McGonnagal, she has handled it." he said in a dread tone, and then looked away from her, letting the wind blow his hair from his face again.

Hermione pulled her scarlet cloak closer around her as the chill of the wind nipped at her sides. The cold that was outside, however, was no match for the cold she felt seeping from the Bulgarian, which curled about her like an icy hand. "Theft? What- what are you talking about, Viktor?" she asked, her face as blank as she could manage it, though a frown hinted about her mouth.

Viktor made a sour face, then turned, and spat on the grass before looking back at her to answer. "He came into my room looking for you, I told him I haff no ideas vhere you were, that I was told by him to leaf you be, and I vas. He threatened me, then left. Later, he returned and stole some of my vine." he said conveniently leaving out that he had allowed Ron to drink wine in his room prior to the threats being made.

The blank mask slipped for a moment in her surprise. "Stole? Ron wouldn't... that's ridiculous!" she said, but some tiny part of her was able to believe that, and she hated that tiny part so very much at that moment. She hated that she could doubt people she was supposed to trust, and she hated that she could hurt people she didn't want to hurt.

Viktor sneered, "Of course you beleaf HIM. He is not the Dark Vizard from Durmstrang." he taunted, "But just consider you his past vith me." he said, then rotated his shoulder, wincing at the pain and turned to go again. "Now, if you vill excuse me, I am going inside for my meal."

"Stop getting his silly notions about you confused with the way I see you!" Hermione snapped, tired and frustrated at his insistence that she thought him to be evil. "I never thought you were evil," she argued, "and I never said that I don't believe you because of where you came from! It's just not... not like Ron to do something like that." She crossed her arms, partially from the cold and partially from her anger.

"Then get to know your men better before you start...." he turned away waving a hand in the air in frustration and, swearing to himself, he began taking long strides toward the Castle again. Nothing short of a curse was going to make him stop again.

Still shaking her head slightly in disbelief, Hermione walked back to the other side of the feild where she had left her satchel. She closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath before taking a different route in the direction of the castle. She wasn't very hungry anymore, and wanted nothing more than to collapse into her bed and not have to deal with anything until the next morning.

2002-10-23 12:42:00,
A Masquerade ball

Written in Bulgarian:

Headmaster Dumbledore announced that there will be a Costume Ball and Masquerade added to the annual Halloween Feast this year. The announcement of such at breakfast this morning sent couples immediately into low tittering conversations, and those not paired off looking sharply around the Hall for possible partners.

I did not look at Hermione and Ron. There was no need to. I noticed several unsubtle glances in my direction by students of both sexes and most houses. I pretended not to notice of course. I was SO interested in the food I was eating at the time. Honest.

I am sure I will be approached, I am not sure I want to attend. I will have to inquire and see if attendence for one of my Student/Aide stature is compulsory or optional. I may even be tapped to Chaparone the event. I sincerely hope not. I am quiet sure I would rather spend the evening alone in my rooms with a good book of Victorian Erotica and a bottle of Port.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-23 19:51:00,
Sounds of Fury,"Written in Bulgarian:

As I sit here in my room studying, I have heard a great commotion coming from the 5th Year Boys Dorms. It sounds like quite the temper tantrum, complete with throwing of objects, and yelling at full strength. I moved to my door, then the hall only long enough to hear my Parentage and Country of origin slandered, then returned to my studies.

I seem to have caused anger and despair in the boy. Payback, as the Muggles say, is a bitch. Well, back to correcting papers for Snape. This should be most enjoyable.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-25 21:06:00,
"Should I stay, or should I go?"

Written in Bulgarian:

Tomorrow the students will be allowed to go en masse to Hogsmeade Village for the day. I am guessing most will be shopping for costumes. Delightful.

Since I am of age, and granted special priviledges of my station, I think I shall head to Diagon Alley in London and go there to shop and avoid the crowds.

Do I plan to go to the Ball? Perhaps. I have has a few girls come up and ask me if I had a date yet or not. I told them all "yes" but declined to tell them who I was taking. I am sure this has started the Rumor mill grist wheel to working overtime as they all run aobut comparing notes.

Why to I take such childish delights and forays into immaturity lately? I have no answer for that. An idle mind is the Devil's Playground? Don't they say the same about idle hands? I don't have either latley, but yet, I pursue these silly antics.

I think I shall go away this weekend. If I find a costume in London that catches my fancy, I shall purchase it, and attend the ball. There are hundreds of other people I can amuse myself with who will be there, besides them.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-26 05:34:00,
I come home in the early morning light....

An IC RP with Hermione and Viktor.

Neville's snores were what woke up Hermione; that, and the soft 'clunk' of someone shifting in bed, signalling the beginnings of wakefullness. Hermione's eyes opened in the darkness, and she blinked a number of times, her clouded mind trying to comprehend why she was a) in bed with her clothing on, b) In a bed which didn't smell like hers, and c) curled up very close to a warm lump, which appeared to be human, if she could judge by the chest which rose and fell with each breath. After a short moment of panic, the Gryffindor realised where she was (Ron's bed), who the lump was (Ron), and why she was in her clothing (she had dozed off). She heard the creak of the bed again, and knew she needed to sneak out before someone came to wake Ron up and found her.

Viktor draped the towel around his neck, and used the ends to wipe the dampness from his face. He had been out running the stairs up and down to the astrology tower for exercise. He prided himself in keeping in top physical shape, even though he was on break from Professional Quidditch since there was no World Cup this year. He was wearing a black tank top, some black tight shiny running shorts that left very little to the imagination, and some muggle trainers. He sighed as he slowly ascended the stairs that lead to the Boy's Dorms, and his dorm at the very top. He needed to retrieve clean clothing before taking a shower.

Hermione didn't want to move, she was far too comfortable, but she knew that being caught would get them both in to deeper water. She untangled herself as carefully as she could from Ron. The redhead gave a small sigh as she pulled her arm from his, placing a small kiss on his cheek. She smiled at his sleeping form, barely visible with the curtains drawn and the sun still asleep, and slipped from the bed with hardly a sound. She whispered the counter-charm to the one she had placed on the curtains before, and tiptoed to the door. Seamus snorted, and she pulled the door open quickly and slipped out into the hallway.

Viktor was humming a song to himself, his heard covered in his towel to keep his damp head warm in the chilly air of the castle. He rubbed at his hair, then as he climbed up the stairs slowly, he gazed up and saw dark movement descending toward him from higher up on the staircase. He stopped, and waited to see who it was before making a sound or drawing a wand.

Her clothing was completely rumpled and her hair rather tousled from sleeping curled up in her school clothing. Hermione's head was down as she descended the stairs, her hands running over the fabric in an attempt to smooth it somewhat. She didn't expect to meet anyone on the stairs, as no one in their right frame of mind would be up at that hour, and so was incredibly surprised when she bumped into a figure on the steps.

Viktor had had his head lowered as he walked up the stairs, a towel was draped over his damp hair, to protect him from getting a chill in the cold morning air. He made an angry grunt as he was collided with and whipping the towel back off of his head, prepared to deliver a scathing curse, and evil glare, but then stopped. His eye went wide, and his mouth went slack as what, as WHO he saw. His eyes flickered from the top of the stairs from where she must have come, then back to her rumpled and disheveled appearance. He stood there, gobsmacked, unable to speak at first.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Hermione said reflexively when she bumped into the other person. She glanced up to see who had caught her in a rather compromising state...and took an immediate step back, up the stairs. Her mouth was as wide as his, and she felt a sinking in her chest. Perfect, she thought miserably, the last person she would have wanted to see her at this time, and he was standing in front of her with the most peculiar expression on his face. She swallowed, suddenly very aware of how rumpled her clothing was, and her drowsy mind was slowly working out what it must look like to the Bulgarian.

Viktor slowly backed away from her, as if she were dangerous, not wanting contact with her for the consquences it might bring. "Herm....ione." he at last managed to choke out, but said nothing more. He could not get past what he was seeing, and inadverdantly what it must mean.

"Viktor...." she said, her voice wavering a bit. Her awakening mind was slowly catching on, and she glanced back up the stairs to where she had come from, then back down at the state of her clothing. She groaned internally as the realisation of what it appeared to be dawned in her mind. Her eyes widened, and she took in a shaky breath. How could she explain this? She shook her head slowly as though to clear it.

Viktor looked down at the stone steps and shook his head. He cleared his throat, and took a step up to go past her, "It is none ov my business..." he said quietly, "Good Day to you Miss Granger." he said in the most dull of tones, and started to go back up the stairs.

Hermione shook her head again, something in her not wanting him to assume... Not sure why exactly, she called after him. "Viktor, wait... it's not- not what you think," she said, trying to smooth her skirt again, with no better results. She swallowed, wrapping her arms about herself in a protective gesture, and her voice was barely above a whisper then. "Nothing happened..." she spoke.

Viktor paused on the stairs, and he took in a shuddering breath, "Vhy do you feel the need to tell me this? Vhy should I even care?" he said quietly, voice dead, devoid of any emotion. "I do not judge you or any other...."

She took a small step backwards, as though she had been slapped with his words. They were not harmful themselves, nor were they intended to hurt, but the effect was the same. She blinked, feeling the hot sting of tears at the back of her eyes and forcing them away. Why did she care what he thought? Why did she bother to tell him the truth? In all honesty... "I don't know," she said softly, her mind swirling with thought.

He took in another long breath, that came out as a sigh, then said, "I vill vill beleive you, even if you vill not do me the same courtesy." he said, then turning to look at her, he blinked quickly. His eyes were red rimmed, and quite watery looking. His mouth hung slightly slack, and he looked like a boy that had just seen a beloved pet struck by a speeding train. "At least he makes you happy," he said, then turned away again, and make a quick wiping motion at his nose with the towel in his hand.

Feeling anything but happy at that moment, she had to lean against the wall for support, as though the stone could tell her what to do, or how to fix a situation she could not see the full effect of. Her mind was still whirling with questions, and she could not find justification for why she still stood in the staircase with him. It hit her that she had been unfair to him, again, by believing Ron outright without hearing his side. She remembered the resolution she had made, to not believe either of them in order to be fair to both, and cursed herself inwardly for breaking that when she was confronted with Ron's state. She found her voice again, and was surprised to hear it; she had almost believed it would disappear altogether. "I don't doubt that you two argued," she said quietly, her voice only wavering slightly. "And I don't doubt that Ron threatened you. But he- he wouldn't steal.... it isn't in him." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall.

Viktor slowly turned to look at her, his eyes were so dark, bottomless and cold. "Nor do I care vhat you believe from him. The important people here in this school believed me, and in the end, that is all that matters to me." he said with a bit of bite to his voice at the end. Triumphant in the end, just like in Quidditch, no matter what the route taken to get there. "I vill always be courteous to you, your friends and whomever you are... vith at the moment Miss Granger, I shall not waste my time waiting for the same."

This stung more than the other comments, and she took a step down on the staircase, shaking her head again as though to brush off the effect of his words. She met his eyes for just a moment, hers a reflection of the emotions eating away at her insides, and she had to look away as the tears rose. She let them come, but turned away before the first drop fell, not wanting Viktor to see her hurt, to see her crying for something she didn't truly understand. She gave him a curt nod, without turning back to look at him, and turned to leave.

"Good day to you..." he said finally as he continued up the stairs, and disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. He choked back a sob, the ring of it echoing back down the hallway, perhaps to reach her ears as she departed.

The sound hit her as she walked, and the tears came harder. She sat down at the bottom of the staircase and cried until she was devoid of tears, her head resting against her knees. When she could cry no more, and her mouth felt as though it were made of cotton, she stood shakily and made her way to her own dorm, slipping into her own bed silently. She slept again, her dreams unsettling, and did not awaken again until almost noon."

2002-10-26 12:02:00,
London,

Written in Bulgarian:

I took my shower as planned after my workout in the tower, and my unexpected encounter with Hermione on the stairs. I cannot describe the pain that raced through my soul, and my empty heart when I saw her in the state she was in, and whence she was obviously coming from.

Words were exchanged, I cannot even recall what she said, what I said. I know we were both near tears and only my subconcious retained the fact that she desperately wanted me to believe that "nothing happened" between Ron and herself.

Do I believe her? I do not know. I have no heart to guide me, and my mind simply does not care. Why should I believe her, when I am constantly accompanied with doubt in her eyes. Let her lie with the poor and ill-bred Weasley if that is all she wishes to settle for.

He can offer her a squalid life and scores of plain looking red-headed children. Nevermind that one of Noble Blood wishes to take her from here and to a palace to live; to offer her the best of a secondary education to challenger her superior mind and intellect.

Superior mind, immature heart. Ah, but I cannot break her as one would a horse. I don't think I would want her if I could. Do I want her yet? I will not admit it here if I do.

After luncheon, I shall peruse the Costume shops and see if anything strikes my fancy for the Masquerade. Perhaps I shall go as Death, or Lucifer, or some other Fallen and Feared figure in history. I could go as myself and accomplish the same.

Faithfully, Viktor"

2002-10-27 21:51:00,I wonder if Slytherin House has an opening.,"Written in Bulgarian:

Perhaps they were right, I belonged in Slytherin House. Maybe the hat made a mistake and placed me here, and that odd "nice" Slytherin in the wrong houses. I don't particularly feel like a Slytherin, but I can sure understand the way they think, feel and react to people right now.

The Gryffindors, with their loyalty, and bravery? They are loyal, and brave with you, as long as they LIKE you. The was made patently clear to me at Quidditch praactice this afternoon when my usual techniques for practice and training were taken as immature and moody repurcussions for emotional pain. How interesting it is to see when others project their own warped view of the world onto others. Nothing I did today was any different than previous training sessions EXCEPT for now I am no longer Hermione's Beau, and Ron was expelled from the team for his sore lack of judgement in dealing with me.

Because I am no longer in Hermione's favor, I seem to have fallen out of what little favor I had with the rest of them. Fine, if that is how they feel, that I am not worthy to be on their little team....

Team Bulgaria has offered me a spot on the National team once again, and this time a bonus in pay is promised as well. This would give me a great deal of Personal Freedom which in reality, it worth more than playing for a school Fraternity team where I am seen as a blight, and not an asset.

I am surplus anyway, unless Harry Potter breaks his neck. Why did I join in the first place? Oh that's right, I wanted to show that I wanted to fit in to show I wanted to belong and be a part of this Educational Family. I should have known that would never happen. Marta was right. They fear those that are talented and powerful, and unapologetic about using it.

Now I see why Snape is the way he is. Better to look down on all of those not worthy of your time and talent then give a damn about them and wish for them to be your friends. He has the right idea.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-28 20:44:00,
Consider yourself...

Written in Bulgarian:

I have composed a letter to Headmaster Dumbledore, the first draft goes something like this:

Dear Sir,

I am writing this note to you to notify you that an offer has come to me from Team Bulgaria, the National Quidditch Team. They are inviting me to return to the position of Seeker, and are eager for my return. I wish to discuss with you the possibility that I may do such. I realize that my obligations here as student and Teacher Assistant will come first, as they are the prior commitment so generously bestowed upon me by you and the rest of the staff.

Please let me know when we may meet at your earliest convenience.

Respectfully, Viktor Krum

I have looked it over several times, and yet, for some reason I have neither rewritten it, destroyed it, or handed it to a House Elf for delivery. Something is holding me back, but for the life of me, I can't imagine what, or whom.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-29 16:20:00,
Seekers Chat

An IC RP with Harry Potter and Viktor Krum.

Viktor shifted his weight from one foot to the other and tossed his head back, laughing aloud at the joke his comrade had just told him about the Irish Seeker. They were all there, his best friends from his days on Team Bulgaria, Dimitrov, Ivanova, and Vulchanov. They had apparated to Hogsmeade, then walked up t the school to meet with him in person. The four young men talked animatedly in Bulgarian, it was quite the friendly gathering there on the end of the Hogwarts Pitch.

Harry walked slowly out of the castle, still sore from his hours of walking. He had his Firebolt over one shoulder, and a bag of golf balls in his other hand. He needed to get some solitary practice in, and everyone else was tryingto stay warm inside. He came around the locker rooms, and put his things down, rubbing his arms to warm them up. Harry turned as he heard a rather loud, deep laugh, and saw four large figures gathered just on the other side of the doorway to the pitch.

Ivanova reached into his scarlet cloak, the fur collar ruffling in the light breeze, and pulled out a piece of parchment. He handed it to Viktor, and with an amused expression on his face, Viktor unrolled it and read it over. None of the men seemed to notice that they weren't the only ones on the Pitch that afternoon. The other two tried to read the document over Viktor's shoulder, but he turned around shielding it with his body as he read it over.

Harry watched closely as Viktor took the parchment, and read it. Who were these people? Obviously he knew them, maybe they were from his old school? His old team? Harry almost remembered seeing them, but that though quickly vanished as he kicked his broom over, and it landed on the bench with a loud cracking sound. Harry's head whipped over to see what happened, and he picked the broom up, to make sure that it was still intact.

All four of the dark haired men looked over at the sudden sound across the pitch, and the three strangers threw cold, wary glares in Harry's direction. Viktor looked over at Harry, and gave him a lift of his chin and an awkward smile before looking back to the other three, and explaining something to them. The harsh looks became ones of curiousity, and one even gestured in Harry's Direction, pointing with a black gloved hand.

Harry waved and an apology at the group, and placed his broom in the bench, making sure that it wouldn't fall again. His cheeks burned a little as the pointed to his scar, and he was once again the object of curiosity. Harry brought his grey gloved hand to his forehead, covering his mark, and looked back at the staring men.

Viktor seemed to sense Harry's unease at the strangers gaping at him, so with a pounding on their shoulders, the drew their attention back to him, and the conversation continued for a few minutes longer. When the conversation seemed to reach an end, with Dimitrov pulling Viktor aside and putting his arm around his shoulder and talking close to his ear for a moment before clapping him hard on the shoulders and walking over to join the others that were trading glances between Viktor and Dimitrov, and Harry Potter across the field.

Thankfully their attention was drawn back to Viktor, and Harry sat down on the bench, waiting for the field to be cleared. after a few moments, the glances continued, and Harry picked up his broom, and messed wtih the tail tiwgs. Anything to distract him from their eyes. He really disliked being the center of attention, and even when he was on the side, people still tossed questioning glances in his direction. Harry let out a soft sigh, watching as his breath wafted out in a white cloud., and leaned foward on his knees, blinking at the ground between his feet, as his bangs fell into his eyes.

As Harry was sitting there, a few moments later he heard deep, foreign voices calling to him from closer nearby. "Hullo Harry Putter!" the three men called out, waving in a friendly fashion as they walked across the grass, and headed for the entrance gates of the School grounds. They were smiling at Harry, and waving to him as they passed, then continued on, leaving Viktor standing nearby alone.

Harry raised his head, and smiled at their thick accents, before he waved back. " Hi." He said as the walked past him. Harry knew that he shouldn't talk to Viktor, as he might say things that he would regret, but at the same time, we really wanted to know what they had been talking about earlier. He dropped his broom back on to the bench, and stood up, waving at Viktor. "Do you know those people? They seemed quite nice."

Viktor looked over at Harry, he had been watching his friends depart, and he seemed genuinely shocked that Harry was speaking to him in a civil tone. He smiled, almost shyly, and took a step toward Harry so he wouldn't have to shout. The roll of parchment was still in his hand, rolled up again. "Those vere members of Team Bulgaria," he said with a swell of pride in his voice. "Dimitrov, Vulchanov, and Ivanova." he said with a wistful smile. "They came to visit me and to...." he stopped, wondering if he should continue, then sighed, and finished the sentence, "To offer me a place on the National Team once again..." he said quietly, looking in Harry's eyes for a reaction.

Viktor was acting... shy? What was his deal today? Maybe he was feeling even the smallest modicom of regret over what he did to Ron. Harry nodded. So he was right, they were from that team, perhaps he had seen them from one of Ron's Quidditch books. Harry listened as Viktor continued on, and he blinked. "The... National Team?" He repeated slowly, as he met the other's eyes. Victor seemed to be looking for some feedback.."Well, that's good, isn't it?" Harry actually sounded happy, and he smiled. Krum didn't seem to be making a whole lot of friends here lately, and perhaps he'd be happier elsewhere. Maybe he'd leave...

Viktor sighed, taking in a long breath through his large nose, then breathed out again before speaking. "They vant their Star back on the National Team," he said sounding bitter. "They haff offered me much...." he said looking at the scroll in his hand, considering.

"You don't like playing for them then?" Harry remembered last year, how Viktor didn't like talking about his quidditch game. It seemed like he was treated like an idol, not a person. Oh, but Harry knew that feeling well.

Viktor walked over closer to Harry, and then paused, he seemed to be waiting for permission to sit beside him. He looked at him with a patient, quizical look. "Can I talk to you about it?" he asked softly. "I really haff no one...." he said, then cut off the rest of the sentence.

Harry stepped back, as Viktor's words reached his ears. This was not the Viktor he was used to, the Viktor that would speak in bored tones, show almost no emotion (unless on the field), and watch every little thing that was happening around him. Harry shook his head, and nodded for him to take a seat next himself on the bench.

Viktor dropped onto the bench heavily next to Harry, and set the scroll down next to him. It bore the seal, (now broken) of Team Bulgaria, counter sealed with the Official Seal of Bulgaria. "Thank you Harry..." he said quietly, his shoulders slumped forward. He sighed befr looking over at Harry again. "I don't know if I should go or not...." he started. "I am beginning to think.... " he paused, as if looking for the right words, "I am beginning to think I don't belong here." he sat at last. "I vant to belong. Somewhere. Somewhere I am just, me." he said the looked Harry directly in the eyes. "I know you know how that want feels..."

Harry nodded as Viktor started to speak. He seemed to be having trouble expressing his feelings on the situation. Understandable. "Yes, I know what you're talking about." Harry really wanted to confront him about the Ron thing, but he knew that it would not be wise. He was still mad, but at the same time, he felt bad for Viktor. "I ...don't know how I can ..help you? Is there something I can do?"

Viktor looked over at Harry, he looked tired, weary. "Just haffing you listen to me, and not think the vorst is enough." he said solemnly. "It hass been hard lately. Vith Hermione and all. That is vhy I may go.... She does not vant me anymore...." he said, the looked away and down. He sniffed, and shook his long hair back out of his eyes.

"So you're going to go because a girl doesn't want you? If you leave, it shouldn't be because of some girl, you'd probably regret that." Harry shook his head. " I try to not think the worst about anyone Viktor, instead I get to know them. Or at least I try." Harry smiled. "Execpt for Malfoy. i don't want to get to know him." He chuckled.

Viktor looked over at Harry, and nodded slowly, "Perhaps you are right, I should not run avay and join the Circus just to avoid.... things here." he sighed. He paused then looked deep into Harry's eyes again, "Vhat do you think ov me Harry Potter? Do you think the vorst, like everyone else?" he asked, and from the expression on his face, and the defeated tone in his voice, he sounded like he wanted the truth, and was expecting the worst.

Harry looked back into Viktor's searching eyes, not blinking, or turning away. What did he think of him? "I think...that you don't know how to act around different people. I don't think that you're a bad person, just... somethings that you do can be construed as such." That was too much. "I mean, we all do things that are wrong, but I think that because of how people like to view you, everything can be twisted into something bad."

Viktor's expression remained neutral, and he nodded slowly. "Yes. I am preceived in ways I had nothing to do vith, then vhen I do take some sort of action, defending myself...." He said, voice trailing off a bit, "For example, against somevone popular, then I am the Bad Guy. The Evil Bulgarian Bastard..." he said bitterly, but then, a smile curled up on the corner of his mouth. "I suppose I shouldn't let it bother me, but it does." he said, then leaned forward, resting his arms on the tops of his thighs, and laced his hands together. "I loved her you know....." he said, barely above a whisper. "But I had to let her go...." he added, then as if sensing he had said too much, he suddenly stood up, and brushed imaginary dust off of his robes.

Harry blinked. He watched as Viktor stood, and he stood as well, watching as he cleaned his robes. "Did she know that Viktor?" He asked just as softly, he looked at Viktor's profile. "Hermione is a very ... emotional person." Harry looked away. "Nevermind."

Viktor shrugged. "It matters not now," he said sadly. "She has chosen Ron, and I... I can accept that." he said with an attempt at conviction. "I haff to." he said, then turning and scooping the scroll up off of the bench, he turned back to Harry, and offered him his hand, "Thank you for listening to me Harry. If vas a great help in my considerations..." he said, then smiled slightly. It was easy to see the great amount of pain still in his eyes. "I wish you and you friends nothing but happiness. I would like you to believe that..."

Harry took the offered hand, and shook. "You're welcome Viktor, I hope that you can make the the right choice for you. I do believe you. I don't think that you are one to lie." Harry released his hand, and stepped back, to let him pass.

Viktor nodded at Harry, and the smile, and light glimmer in his dark eyes showed mountains of gratitude for just the simplest of kindness shown to him. "Thank you Harry Potter." he said with a smile. "Let me know if you vant to practice together sometime. I have a few tricks perhaps I can share." he said, then winking at Harry, he clutched the scroll tighter, and strode out and back toward the castle.

2002-10-29 21:12:00,
Mission accomplished?

Written in Bulgarian:

Perhaps? Perhaps not? Did Team Bulgaria convince me to return to the fold with promises of increased wealth, privilege, and the return of my family lands and title? It is a tempting offer to be sure. The title would be honorary of course, the country is under communist rule, but like the Stewarts in England, I would have my title due me by birth, and a comfortable life that may, or may not be more in my control.

Harry Potter thinks I should not run from Hogwarts because of my failed romance with Hermione.

Should I stay, or should I go? I have asked that before, and still have no answer. I blurted out to Harry how i had felt for Hermione. I loved her I had said. Past tense. I know part of me still does, and will forever. The boxing up of my heart has help to bury and rid myself of most of the pain, but somethings can never be fully erased or forgotten.

Harry understands, or at least he pretends to. I think he does. I do not see the pretense in him that I see is so many here. He still despises me for the troubles Ronald now has, however, Ron struck first. Woe to him and his friends when they all finally realize he is not the pure, and persecuted lily he feigns to be.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-30 12:28:00,
OWL Post from London

A Mini IC RP with Viktor, feel free to react ICLY, especially Gryffindors.

Viktor sat with the rest of his house, and at this particular noon meal, a few of the fourth and third years were talking with him about, what else? Quidditch. Viktor, glad for any conversation other than himself at this point, engaged them amicably.

They discussed the World Cup from last year, ("Did your nose really get broke?") and the way he ended the game to keep his team from getting slaughtered in points by catching the Snitch. That was all that mattered to him, that he had caught it.

"Vould you like to see the Snitch from dat game?" he asked them. Five pairs of eyes went wide with awe, and smiling quickly, Viktor pulled out his wand, concentrated, and commanded, "Accio Snitch!" he said in a deep voice, then putting his wand away, waited. Very soon a buzzing hum could be heard, and flying into the Great Hall with great speed came a Golden Snitch, it seemed to want to fly around, teasing all the Seekers in the room, but was drawn toward Viktor's open palm and he caught it easily after standing up. He sat back down at the table, and all the interested parties, (There were more now) leaned in like a Rugby huddle to look at the captive Snitch in his hand.

Viktor pointed out the intricate engraving on the solid golden body of the Struggling Snitch, "See here, it reads, "Quidditch Vorld Cup - CDXXII, Bulgaria Vs. Ireland" he said with a slight sneer as he mentioned Ireland.

The group "oooh'd" and "aaah'd" at the sight of the Commemorative Golden Snitch. "You got to keep it?" "Wow!" "That's top notch!" "Will you sign my notebook?" "Can I see it?" came all the questions.

Viktor nodded patiently, and answered every one until they were interrupted by the arrival of the Owl Post. Most of the Owls, arrived in groups of two and three as they carried large, bulky packages between them. They soared throughout the Hall searching for their deliverees, and then dropped the bundles like brown wrapped bombs.

Viktor quickly gripped the Snitch, and placed it in a vest pocket, buttoning it shut securely, then lifted his hands up to easily catch the package dropped for him. It was marked "To: Viktor Krum, From: Madame Maulkins, London". He smiled at the package slightly. It was his costume for the Masquerade Ball. It looked like he would be going after all..."

2002-10-30 19:19:00,
FAME FAMe FAme Fame fame fame.....

Written in Bulgarian:

It wasn't so bad, really. I actually had some younger Gruffindors chat with me at lunch today. I showed off the Snitch I caught at the World Cup, and was asked for autograpsh and the like. That sort of thing used to wear on me a great deal, but, I find I am missing it.

Am I longing to return to that spotlight and fishbowl existence? It has it's pluses and minues. I would never be alone or lacking for female company unless I chose to be. Ahhh the life of a pro Quidditch Star...

Still, I don't think I could live like that again. I may though...

On to other subjects, my costume arrived for the Masquerade Ball. It is a lvely piece of work, a Spanish Toreador with a half mask. I still don't have a confirmed date. Perhaps the perception is I am in mourning over Hermione and am inconsolable.

Perhaps it means I am "Tainted Goods" moreso now than before and I am being shunned. Do I care? I am not sure. I will not dwell on it.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-31 15:38:00,
Something in the air...

Written in Bulgarian:

Tonight is the Masquerade Ball, and the noise the girls are making in the Halls and common areas is nearly driving me to distraction.

It reminds me of just before the Yule Ball of last year, they run in packs like Lionesses, stalking and plotting agains the male prey.

when asked whom I was taking, (By Miss Brown, I believe) I mentioned I was going stag, or alone, and she seemed suitably shocked, and quickly ran off. Lord only know what shall become of this little bit of newsworthy information getting out.

Ah well, time to study and correct essays then get ready for the Ball.

Faithfully, Viktor

2002-10-31 21:54:00,
Who is the man behind the Mask?

An IC RP with Viktor and Hermione, and Ron.

Viktor, dressed most elegantly in his masked Toreador costume hovered near the door of the Great Hall watching the goings on. He had come to the party Stag, and so far had squired several girls in dances on the floor, and he was now reclining in the shadows, watching. He had spotted Hermione and Ron long ago. Tinkerbell and Hook were their costumes. He was keeping a healthy distance from the couple, and paying them little attention until he noticed Ron coming alone toward the part of the Great Hall where the main doors were. Viktor watched him closely, arms folded over his chest.

Ron needed some air. This costume was a lot heavier than he would've imagined. And having to dance with 'Mione and that claw, it was just awkward. He opted to just be some sort of Hook-ish guy without the claw, but 'Mione told him to keep it on. He exclaimed he was going out for some fresh air, and headed towards the Great Hall doors.

Viktor watched Ron move past him without a look. He was sure he didn't recognize him, or he would had made some look or comment. Viktor considered moving over to speak to Hermione, but wasn't sure how long Ron would be gone for. It was then, quite suddenly, a wicked plan formed in his mind, and with stealthy fluid grace, he slipped along the wall and then to the doors, to watch where Ron went.

Ron still wasn't having such a great time, despite everyone being so cheerful, and no one really recognizing who he was. He would go to his room for a few minutes of down time, a few minutes alone with h imself. Trudging up the stairs - his shoes were *killing* him by this point. But Hermione said they looked good on him - he headed for the tallest tower of Hogwarts. Maybe he could get away with changing his shoes, and no one would notice.

Viktor wished he had grabbed his Invisibility Cloak as a hidden accessory for this evening, but no matter. He was a Champion Seeker, he was a fast, and improvisational thinker. He shadowed Ron all the way back to Gryffindor Tower, plotting all the way. He hung back far enough to not give away his presence, then stopped just outside the portrait and waited after he hand gone inside. "Vhat to do? Vhat to do?" he pondered quietly as he tapped the tip of his wand to his lips. Just then, a story Harry had told him last year popped into his mind. It had to do with their first year at Hogwarts. A cruel smile curled up on Viktor's masked face, and with devious determination, he began to cast, aiming at the floor just beyond the Portrait entrance to Gryffindor House.

After Ron fed his poor Pig a pellet to shut him up, he kicked off his shoes and put on his normal ones. Sighing with relief, he started back towards the commonroom. 'Mione would probably be looking for him. He got into the commonroom, and paused, looking over at the table. It appeared to be a little love letter, very obviously written in Fred's writting. He read the 'Dear Lavender' and chuckled, before heading towards the portrait hole.

Viktor had excelled in Herbology at Durmstrang, a little known fact and in doing so, he was able to transfigure a plant from one to another with ease. It was not hard to find some moss on the stone of the castle, and with a few flicks of a wand, he had created a most impressive, immature Devil's Snare. He rooted it to the stone just beyond the portrait entrance. Since it was an immature Devil's Snare, it would not seek to kill it's prey, just ensnare it. The killing instinct was only present in mature plants with bulbs. As a final touch, he made the Snare a brillliant emerald green with silver tendrils, the Slytherin House colors. He laughed softly to himself, and then turned and headed down the corridor, just out of sight of the portrait.

Upon opening the portrait hole, Ron's eyes widened. He gasped loudly, and before he could step back, a giant green plant snare grasped Ron around his waist and lifted him off his feet. Screaming did little use, considering everyone was downstairs enjoying the festivities. He continued to scream, until a tentacle wrapped itself around Ron's head, Ron was close to fainting, being frightened like this, when only minutes before, he had walked right through and there was no obstacle. Ron was instantly reminded of his 1st year, and the Devil's Snare that almost killed him, if it wasn't for ... Hermione. His wand had been lost in the fray, his arms bound to his sides. He screamed, which was only muffled by the plant. He remembered how relaxing would make the Devil's Snare let him go, but he was far too riled up to relax. He chose to use strength over smarts. Bad choice.

Viktor had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud, and then turning quickly, he headed back down in the direction of the Great Hall and Hermione. Another transfiguration spell done in an empty classroom, and his costume had become Ron's. Now, the only other obsticle was the obvious accent and deeper voice he possessed. He pondered on that while he made his way quickly back to the Great Hall.

He could think of only one person that would do this. Considering the snare was brightly coloured in the shades of his house colours, it would've been Malfoy. What a damn disgusting Halloween joke. Ever since his first year, he'd been rather afraid of plants. Ron was not liking his situation one bit. Struggling still, his stregnth was dying, and the plant only seemed to be constricting upon him tighter. </lj-cut>

The noise in the Great Hall seemed to have gotten louder in Ron's absence, or at least it seemed that way to Hermione. She sipped at her drink, half-listening to Parvati's meaningless chatter from her right. The table she was at was getting rather crowded, so she excused herself with the pretense of getting another drink, and wandered over to the other side of the hall, away from the doors. A bat, which Hermione suspected to be more than a simple creature, hovered over the drink table, keeping a watchful eye out for anyone who might attempt to spike the refreshments. She ladled out a small portion of pumpkin juice that was charmed to look like blood, and leaned against a nearby jack-o-lantern, surveying the excited crowd of students.

Viktor had finished duplicating Ron's costume, Captain James Hook with a simple Cloning Spell. As he made his way back toward the Great Hall, he adjusted the large black curled wig, and the half mask to cover anything that would give him away. He had to quickly shave off the goatee and mustache he had been growing for the last month, but that would be a small price to pay if this worked. Once he was at the main door, he looked around for Hermione. He spotted her near the refreshments table, and after adopting Ron's less than regal form of walking, he made his way over toward her.

The Hufflepuff seeker's date was dressed as a Snitch, Hermione noted with amusement, and the seeker himself was in normal robes. She chuckled softly at a few other costumes, and set her drink down on the table. A younger student waved to her from across the room, and Hermione smiled back cordially, trying to place the face with a name. She glanced in the direction of the doors and caught a flash of red near her. Ron.

Viktor arrived at Hermione's side, and did the most graceful of bows before her, then reaching for her hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of it.

She smiled and gave a small curtesy in response, the charmed wings of her costume curling into themselves to take up less space. "(insert questions pertaining to why Ron left in the first place, a yes or no one, like ' did you find it?'. Just answer with a nod, I suppose, and we'll put one in)," she asked, having to talk loudly over the swelling noise of the room's inhabitants.

Viktor nodded slowly, then extended his hand to her, asking for hers. When she placed her hand lightly in his, he lead her to the dance floor, and pausing to notice the tempo of the current waltz, he places his hands on her shoulder and waist, and began to lead her twirling around the dance floor.

Having never seen Ron dance, Hermione was rather surprised. She had assumed that he, like most teenaged boys, would have absolutely no idea how to ask for a dance, much less the actual dancing. She supposed he must have learned from his mother, who seemed the type to try and instill such abilities in her children, and allowed him to lead her about the floor without too much thought. She herself had once been forced to take dance lessons by her mother, and somehow the steps had embedded themselves in her memory.

Viktor was carefull not to pull her 'too' close to himself. He had to keep reminding himself to not be as graceful and suave as he was naturally. He was masquerading as a Weasley of all things. His society skill had been honed from a young age, and masking his ease of them would be a challenge. He looked down at Hermione, and how stunning she was as the famed pixie, and smiled warmly at her.

The musicians ended the slow waltz with a flourish, and the dancers clapped appreciatively. Hermione grinned back up at the pirate before her from behind her gold-toned mask as the band began to play another song, this one a bit quicker though slow enough to dance with ease. Hermione placed it in her mind, and adjusted the position of her hands to accompany the steps.

Viktor applauded the band as well, a polite, soft clapping in his gloved hands, then when the next selection began, he turned again to Hermione and gripped her hands in his to begin. He smiled warmly down at her again as they whirled around the floor, and noticed with mixed emotions the admiring looks they were getting from other couples. He wished they knew it was he that was squiring Hermione around, but alas, such was not to be, tonight.

The second dance ended with an even more elaborate crescendo, and there was enthusiastic applause for the talented band. Hermione was slightly out of breath from the quicker tempo, and the dance floor was beginning to crowd with students who had been inspired to dance as well. She tried to say so, but the clapping and chattering drowned out her voice, and she had to settle for conveying it through hand motions, that she wanted to sit the next one out and get out of the crowd.

Viktor nodded, and taking her hand in his again, he lead her to the far side of the Great Hall, near the back where the band was playing on the dais where the Teachers's table normally was. There was a smaller refreshment table there, and after serving her a glass of the 'blood punch', he poured one for himself and gulped it down before refilling it. The costume was quite heavy, and very warm to be dancing in. No matter. He looked out over the dance floor, at the other couples, and smiled.

Hermione sipped at her own drink and noted his discomfort with a sympathetic smile. Her own costume was rather comfortable, all things considered; the fabric was thin enough to let air through but thick enough to keep her warm in the cold. The Hall was warming up gradually from a combination of lit candles and the warmth of the students packed in its corners. The teachers seemed occupied with what appeared to be an argument on the far side of the hall, as well as keeping both eyes on the students who were known for pranks. Hermione scanned the room, watching the groups of students sitting about and chatting.

Viktor leaned his weight onto his other foot, and kept an eye on the doors at the back of the Great Hall. He was sure the snare he had left for Ron would hold him a good while. Harry had told him the entire story about their encounter with the plant during their first year, and how Ron had panicked in it's grasp. His was an immature Devil's Snare, not fatal unless Ron hung himself with it's vines, and he had marked it with subtle serpents on the body of the plant to point it to Slytherin ownership. He smiled wider, chuckling at his ingenuity.

Hermione was unaware of all of this, believing that the costumed figure standing beside her was Ron, and not having a single thought to the contrary. She let her mind wander in the relative calm by the refreshment table, thinking over the exhausting events of the last couple of weeks. She felt the twinge of guilt when she thought of Viktor for a moment, but pushed the thought away. This was meant to be a moment away from her life, a suspended evening of enjoyment where guilt and worry held no sway. She stepped aside as another couple came to the table for drinks, and gave the pirate beside her a smile. "I can hardly hear myself think!" she leaned over to say to him, not sure if he would hear it or not.

Viktor looked down at her, and nodded in agreement, he mouthed something to her, using a soft voice on purpose so she wouldn't be able to hear the difference in voice coming from him. He after all had GONE through puberty, and had a much deeper voice than Ron. After trying to speak to her, when she shook her head unable to hear him, he lifted up his hands and shrugged.

Hermione bit her lip and glanced about for a place where they could actually hear each other. They weren't supposed to go outside of the castle due to recent events with the Grim fellow and Dumbledore's fear of a repeated abduction, and she couldn't see the odds of getting through the crowds to go out into the hallway. Her eyes settled on an alcove near the back of the hall, in a corner near the small room that the four champions of the year before had entered. She motioned that they could talk in there.

Viktor was drawn from his gazing out over the crowd of students, and particularly the doors into the Hall when Hermione signaled to him. Smiling and taking her hand in his, he followed her to the side alcove. This would hide them mostly from view from the rest of the Great Hall. Perfect.

Hermione sighed in relief as most of the sound was drowned out, and they were isolated in the small space. She leaned against the rock wall, grateful for its coolness after the heat in the rest of the air, and smiled at her companion. "They're going barmy out there," she grinned at him. "I think I saw Professor Sinistra dancing with Professor Flitwick, and Professor McGonagall-" she cut herself off and looked down. "Er, sorry..." she said quietly, knowing that he wouldn't want a reminder of the trouble he was in.

Viktor planted one hand on the wall next to Hermione, and leaned forward, listening to her ramble on, he smiled warmly at her, nodding in reply to her gossiping rant. "And...?" he asked in a soft, neutral tone of voice, surely she couldn't identify him from one simple word. He was better at an accent-less English than he let on.

With a relieved smile that she hadn't upset him, she continued on, her breathing slightly quicker from his closeness. "McGonagall looks as though she'll be handing out detentions like candy, I don't think I've seen her so frustrated." She gave an impish grin at the thought of their worried Head of House trying to seperate the more engaged couples in the Hall, of which there were always a few, and played with the edge of her mask, which seemed uncomfortable now. "I don't usually enjoy these sorts of things, they're often too silly for me, but it's nice to just act like a teenage girl for once, you know?" she mused quietly.

Viktor continued to nod, and to smile, and to move his face closer and closer to hers. He could tell time was running out. He had visions of Ron chewing his way free with his teeth, and so he had to move now, or not at all. While Hermione continued to prattle on nervously, he lived his other hand, and cupped her jaw delicately in it before softly pressing his lips to hers.

Cut off in mid-sentence, Hermione was a bit surprised at the sudden movement, though her heart had been gradually speeding up the closer he got to her. She accepted the kiss with a soft sigh, her hand coming up to rest against his waist. Something irked in the back of her mind, but she pushed it aside and simply let herself enjoy the stolen moment.

Viktor pressed harder into the kiss, his tongue slipping to stroke along her lips, then as he turned his head slightly to the side, he pulled himself even closer to her, and slipped his tongue past her lips to stroke against hers gently. He stroked her cheek with the hand that had been holding her jaw gently, rubbing the soft skin under her eye so carefully as he kissed her.

The voice in her mind persisted despite her best efforts to quiet it, and Hermione felt a sort of understanding, a sense that something wasn't... she didn't quite get to the conclusion then, however, as his tongue slipped into her mouth and she was instantly distracted from her doubts. She stroked his tongue as gently as he stroked hers, tilting her head to allow better access, her face nuzzling gently against his hand.

He made the kiss more eager, deeper. He was so hungry for this touch, this closeness with her, he abandoned all pretense of a masquerade, and kissed her as passionately as he had before. He pressed her back against the wall of the alcove abit more, and closed his eyes, losing himself in the warmth he was feeling in this stolen moment.

The intensity of the kiss grew until Hermione could hardly breathe. The hand at his waist traced small circles on the fabric, and she felt the air in the alcove warming up from their presence. Press forward, touch, feel the sensation of lips and hands and breath, taste... Taste. Hermione almost shuddered as a wave of realisation hit her. The irk at the back of her mind came back in full force, along with the taste of his mouth. She could taste the winter, the sunset, and fire, and she knew in every part of her that this was not what she should have tasted. The message did not seem to pass to the rest of her body, however, as she didn't pull away from the kiss immediately, whether from shock or disbelief, she did not know.

Viktor lost himself in the kiss, his hand moving from her face to trace down along her arm, and down to her waist. He pulled her closer still, and kept his mouth locked with hers. Just a bit more... just a little longer... he thought to himself, and nipped playfully at her lower lip with his front teeth. As the kiss went on, something nudged him at the back of his conciousness, and he slowly, reluctantly, began to back out of the kiss.

The moment the pressure on her lips began to recede, her body caught up with her mind. She turned her face away as her eyes snapped open, effectively seperating their mouths though they were still pressed up against the wall. Her breathing came ragged, and she felt the prick of tears in the back of her eyes. She looked up to meet his eyes, surprised and a bit hurt.

Viktor stared into those eyes only for a second, his own dark ones filled with equal pain, and the pain in his heart so great, he was finding it hard to breath. "Forgive me, please...." he said quietly, not trying at all to hide his voice, and with a sudden movement, he swept from the alcove, and through the crowd toward the stage on the dais. He moved around behind it, heading for an access door he had seen Snape use on many occasions after meals. He went unnoticed, and as he slipped from sight, his doppleganger appeared in rumpled form at the back of the hall.