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Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Word) Soft
Summary: In which Hermione Granger realized she had a crush.
I Got a Lot to Say
Seated in a small corner of the library, Hermione Granger took a moment to close her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. It had been a long day – a long year, really, and it was only December. The Triwizard Tournament was to blame – and the Goblet of Fire.
Deciding she was done with her short break, Hermione pulled the Ancient Runes book closer. She read a few pages, making notes on a sheet of parchment. At times like this with minimal noise, she felt like she could relax.
After making a few notes, Hermione placed her quill aside before grabbing her wand.
“Sicco! ” she muttered, waving her wand above the parchment.
“Good afternoon, Hermy-own,” the vaguely familiar voice of Viktor Krum greeted her as he walked towards her table. He offered her a small smile.
A wave of butterflies filled Hermione’s stomach as she fought the urge to drop her head. There was no doubt she was blushing. She tended to blush around Krum whenever he paid attention to her.
Honestly, it was confusing.
Hermione knew herself. She was the type to swoon over athletes or anyone remotely famous. For Morgana’s sake, she was best friends with Harry Potter. It was hard to find someone more famous than Harry anywhere in Magical Europe – maybe even the entire Magical World.
“Good morning, Mr. Krum,” she said, her tone polite. She offered a small smile before she turned her attention back to her homework.
“I have told you, call me Viktor,” he said, stopping next to her table.
Hermione offered a vague noise of agreement. It was unlikely she would use his first name.
For some reason, Krum took that as an invitation to sit down. He pulled out the chair opposite her and he placed his bag on the table.
A strange combination of excitement, nerves, and annoyance filled Hermione. She could place the last two. Why was he sitting with her? In fact, she had an even better question: why did he even interact with her?
Her grip on her quill tightened as she read over the same paragraph two times. She was having trouble concentrating. This did not happen to Hermione Jane Granger. She had never had trouble studying!
This was all Krum’s fault.
The butterflies, the excitement, and the nerves whenever he was around.
Morgana’s sake! There were times he just looked at her and she felt jittery and nervous.
It was something Hermione could live with before, but now it was a problem. It was affecting her homework, and it was likely her classwork would be next.
Unknown to Hermione, her grip continued to tighten on her quill until it snapped. The snap pulled her from her thoughts.
Glaring at the quill, Hermione mentally added the broken quill to the list.
A soft chuckle drew her attention.
Hermione’s glare found a new target.
Krum smiled at her.
Her glare softened and a new wave of butterflies filled her stomach.
“You’re an amazing witch,” he stated.
Hermione’s widened a little. Her heart started to beat a little faster, and her palm was sweating.
What was happening to her? She was certain this wasn’t an illness.
Blushing, excitement, nerves, trouble concentrating, increased heartbeat, and sweating palms didn’t have a muggle medical diagnosis that she could think of. There was something familiar about the combination of symptoms.
“I enjoy spending time with you,” Krum continued, unaware of Hermione’s symptoms. “It’s nice to be around someone who sees me .”
Warmth filled Hermione, and she knew her blush was deepening.
Honestly, Krum was decent. He spent long hours in the library, and he handled the books carefully. He was usually quiet, and he ignored everyone who tried to talk to him. A few weeks ago, he gave Hermione extra parchment when she ran out.
She sighed a little. Krum was amazing – not that she would tell anyone that.
Her eyes widened.
Morgana!
She had figured it out.
She had a crush on Krum!
This was unbelievable !
“This is your fault!” she hissed, glaring at Krum.
He looked alarmed. His eyes widened.
“I was perfectly happy to be in here alone,” she whispered, “but then you started coming here and ignoring people or telling them to be quiet, and you’re careful with the books.” She shook her head. “You make me feel things.”
Krum looked at her in interest, remaining quiet.
“Now, I’m just like the others,” she continued with a scowl, “ crushing on you.”
Krum looked pleased with himself. “That is wonderful, Hermy-own,” he stated with a grin.
Hermione’s scowl deepened. She opened her mouth to comment, but she was quickly cut off by Krum.
“Vould you attend the Yule Ball vith me?” he asked, his tone hopeful.
Looking at him, Hermione’s eyes widened and she felt her heart race. Viktor Krum was asking her to the Yule Ball. The ability to form words seemed beyond her, so she nodded.