JK Rowling owns all rights to Harry Potter. I make no money from this and am simply enjoying myself while friends have encouraged to publish so they can keep track of progress.

Mature adult content. You have been WARNED.

A/N: So I have to say this fic has caused me more heartbreak than any other I've written. Why? Because I got to the end with maybe 1 page left to edit (out of like 14), and my dumbass hits the perfect combo of keys to delete the whole damn thing. Then in my panic I forgot about cltr z and fucked that option up so I had to go back to an earlier draft from that evening. I lost probably a good 2-3 hours of editing and of course you can never get it exactly how you had it before. And I was LOVING how I had it. -sobbing- I was so pissed.

A/N 2: I've only read maybe 2 Krumione's but I love love love the idea of this ship and had to give it a go. Hopefully it is decent enough, especially for the first heterosexual thing I've written in a good year. Be prepared for Ron bashing and yes I did choose the name Blaise for this female because I am totally a Blaron shipper. -no shame gif-

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CRACK! Instantly Hermione's ears filled with the muffled noise of people. She had apparated just a short distance from the campground since it wasn't the first time she had been there. It was actually the third time and upon opening her eyes she took in the site. Tents already littered the moor which wasn't surprising because it was why she had came so early after all.

Beginning her walk she supposed it didn't really matter when she got there. Harry had reserved the site for them over a month in advance. Still the sooner the better considering the extra guests her and Ron would be hosting in their tent. Ron had been quite excited to make sure everyone knew they had a prime location at The Quidditch World Cup. After all it was the most anticipated game in the entire international league of quidditch, and it was the first Harry would be staring in, so of course many of their friends had jumped at the redhead's invitation.

Despite being a short distance from the campsite it was a rather lengthy walk through to the actual quidditch pitch itself. Their spot was in the 3rd row, only meters away from the food booths and stands. Some of the most influential people's tents were all around them, including Harry's team's tent itself. Thousands and thousands of wizards from all over the world attended the event, and some arrived as many as 4 days in advance due to travel.

After 15 minutes of walking Hermione finally stood before the small empty lot in the line of already impressive looking pitched tents. Staring at it she sighed. It wasn't as if she wasn't excited for the game. She was more than excited to see Harry in the highlight of his blossoming career and his first ever Quidditch World Cup as a professional seeker.

They all had attended the quadrennial event just a few months after the Battle of Hogwarts. Celebration of a new life that just so happened to come with front row tickets from Kingsley himself after being sworn in as Minister. There had been lots of doubt whether the event would occur that year due to the war, but with the help of Ireland and France who were the competing teams, the event had continued as regularly planned.

Kingsley had hoped it would provide a sense of comfort. A sense of calm and promise of enjoying the things in life fully again for them. He was well aware how much Ron and Harry enjoyed the sport.

The new life though? That was the problem for Hermione now. 5 years after the war and she didn't want to be in the same house as Ron. Let alone the same tent. It didn't matter how large the extension charm was it made her uncomfortable.

Things had gone on brilliantly just as they had hoped for right after the fall of Voldermort. Death eaters were sentenced to Azkaban, shops were being rebuilt, and Hermione had even convinced Harry and Ron both to return to Hogwarts for a true 7th year. Kingsley may have had an influence in that, insisting it would be a good idea for the boys to have the marks so no one could ever claim they had only gotten by on status. Then she, of course, wanted to refresh her studies and create a strong foundation on which to hopefully excel into the Ministry.

She had succeeded greatly and quickly landed her desired position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures after graduation. Harry had went into their last year of school with the goal of becoming an auror like planned. McGonagall had let him resume his role as Gryffindor quidditch captain along side Ginny though, and slowly over the year Harry's real desires started becoming known. Both he and Ginny had been sought out by a variety of major league quidditch teams.

Ron had been far less than happy at first. Not only did Harry decide to sign on with Puddlemere United as their seeker, but he and Ginny ended their relationship as they both went their separate ways in life. Ron had thrown a huge fit over the whole situation and all the change that was happening, but he had actually gotten over it fairly quickly. Mostly because everyone had pointed out he would practically have front row seats and lodging for the indefinite future to all quidditch games for both Harry's and Ginny's teams.

Throwing the reminiscing aside Hermione took to pitching the tent effortlessly without thought. Staking the rods into the ground before she pulled out her wand to raise it so as to pull it tighter than she would have been able to by hand. The amount of magic she needed to cast to refresh the elaborate extension charms needed a solid structure of magic to support it.

Looking at the properly raised tent that was near the extravagant level as those around them, she entered it and took to setting up the inside which was the hard part. With a few murmured spells the witch expanded each of the 4 nooks, kitchen, and bathroom. The chairs, tables, bunk beds and kitchen supplies that always remained in the tent shifted naturally into place.

Once things stilled Hermione began unpacking the more tedious items by hand. Everything they would need until the match was over, even if it latest a full week, including food and toiletries. She took the bunk bed in the farthest left nook for herself and Ron. They didn't really need the top bunk, but it was nice for a good quiet read alone while Ron slept.

As she was placing her clothes into the bunk bed drawers, all of which contained their own separate extension charm, she heard the rustle of the tent flap. With just a bit of caution Hermione looked around the corner of their nook to view the main area. She smiled seeing the all too familiar face standing just inside. "Hey Harry."

The raven haired man smiled in return and made his way to the center flopping into one of the fluffy armchairs. They reminded her very much of those in the Gryffindor common room. "Hey Hermione," he said cheerfully. "I wondered when you all would get here."

Hermione shrugged lightly before speaking and taking up the equally fluffy chair opposite him. "I just figured I'd get here a little early with everyone coming. Can't leave it all until the last minute you know. There is already such a crowd and it isn't even evening yet."

Harry chuckled probably out of nervous energy. "Big game though isn't it? First time Puddlemere has won the European League in over 120 years! I think Oliver has already had 2 panic attacks today."

"I wondered how he would take to being starting keeper after so long. Are you ready?" she asked pointedly. "I mean your first Quidditch World Cup Harry….it's big."

Hermione observed how Harry rubbed the back of his neck as if working out tension. "Yea I'm ready," he finally said. "I mean…..sure Im bloody well nervous but I'm more excited than anything." There was a brief pause. "I think tonight will help me relax. The whole team actually. You lot still coming?"

"Of course we are. Ron won't shut up about it," Hermione replied, and it was the truth. The redhead was probably more excited for this party than the entire match. It was the chance for them to truly hang out around Harry's team mates and other professional quidditch players that came in to support Puddlemere United.

"Is it still in the team tent?" she asked just to be certain.

Harry nodded. "Yea we are just on the right side of the pitch," he gestured in the direction behind her. "Starts at 7. We want to make sure everyone is in bed before midnight. Gotta get a good night's sleep for days of flying ahead. Even brought some extra calming and sleeping draughts to help."

Hermione raised her eyebrows in a bit of a surprise. It wasn't something she had even thought to suggest, granted her mind had recently been a bit preoccupied. "That's good thinking Harry."

The man ran his hand run through his untamed hair in what she thought was a reaction to the compliment. But then he looked away briefly and Hermione already knew where he was going to go with this. "So uhh….Ron. How's that going?" he asked cautiously.

Resisting the urge to glare at him for bringing up the topic at such a time like this, Hermione settled for a defeated slump of her shoulders. Really she didn't feel the energy for the emotions that would occur from the conversation. "Harry now isn't the proper time. You need to focus," she tried reasoning.

Harry however got his answer from her response. "No better eh?" She went to speak but he quickly continued. "Look I just want you to be happy Hermione. He's always been my best mate but your my best friend also. And if he is going to keep being a tosser…."

"Harry enough! Do we really need to talk about this right now?" she asked full of irritation at his pressing on with the topic. "I have to be in a bloody tent with him for I dont know how long while I'm playing the happy never better relationship fiance role 24 hours a day in front of everyone." Hermione closed her eyes and counted to 10 to calm herself. She hadn't meant to go off on a little rant but it had came out. Harry was the only one who knew what was going on and even then he still didn't know it all.

Blinking and looking at Harry again she pressed her lips together to keep from saying anymore while he simply watched her. Waiting. Green eyes narrowed slightly through his glasses as he tilted them downward in a very cut the bullshit way.

Hermione shook her head and rolled her own eyes. "It's about you right now alright Harry? Ron will still be a prat when the game is over and we can talk about it then okay?"

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Luckily Harry had agreed to drop the subject and after a few other topics she had shooed him out of the tent so she could finish unpacking. As Hermione predicted everyone began arriving as it got closer to 6. Dean and Seamus were the very first there, which was no surprise considering how much they had been pawing at her and Ron to let them stay.

Ginny and Luna arrived shortly after them, followed by George and Angelina right on their heels. The 4 had probably came straight from the Burrow together. Then at long last, over half pass 6, Ron entered through the tent with Aaron at his side, laughing as they always did.

Hermione did her best to remain passive. The sandy brown haired and shorter bloke worked with Ron on the auror team and they usually did their cases together. He had apparently attended Hogwarts just a few years behind them as a Hufflepuff. Although she tolerated his company well enough he had proven to be nothing, in her opinion at least, more than a bad influence. Actually an enabler would be the more accurate term. Encouraging Ron to go along with every stupid thought that seemed to enter his head.

Aside from her own feelings the atmosphere around them felt much like normal. They all chatted together as they unpacked their things and settled in. Mostly they talked about how they had skived off work for the event and what they were looking forward to over the next few days.

Before she knew it everyone had changed into some of their best attire and was making sure their VIP tickets were stowed away in their pockets. The kick off party for the team was by no means formal but it was still a professional get together that had everyone wanting to look the best. She herself had chosen a periwinkle knee length dress with wide straps that was professional looking enough but still came across as laid back and casual.

However Ginny had chosen to wear a more snug gold cocktail dress that showed off her quidditch muscles proudly, while Angelina opted for black slacks with a floral orange blouse to match George's tie. Luna of course in an effort at team pride had chosen to sport an odd crinkled texture, navy blue dress with little gold bows at the base of the thin straps. All the men simply donned various gray and black slacks with different colored button up shirts and ties.

"Everyone ready?" George asked loudly over the group full of eagerness. Hermione loved when George sounded that way, like his old self. Her practically brother-in law still had his good days and bad days but the good, happy, fun days he always provided were the best. Angelina had been good for him shortly after the war and honestly Hermione wasn't sure how he would have coped otherwise.

Moving around Luna she brushed up against Ron who was in the middle of spouting off team players and stats with Seamus, Dean and Frank. His trousers were a medium gray and his light blue shirt tucked in, buttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows. He glanced at her and looked up and down without much care when she cleared her throat. Hermione planted a false smile on her face. "Ready?" she asked.

The group tried to stay tight together as they maneuvered through the cramped rows. Late arrivers were gathering, setting up, all the while others sought their friends out causing quite the traffic jam. With how close they were though it still didn't take more than a few minutes of shuffling before they were handing over their tickets to the man standing at the only opening in the rope to get in. Having an open walled party to allow the evening breeze in still needed protection to prevent any old person from trampling into the select party or opposing team fans sending out stray hexes at players.

Once Hermione handed over her ticket she observed that the vast canopy they walked under was the standard Puddlemere blue. Gold tassels lined the edging and inside gold spheres floating high above them seemed to break apart into dust. But repeatedly they came back together in a swirl that matched the steady up beat of music playing in the background.

Looking across the tent she took in everyone. There wasn't enough people to consider the party crowded but there was enough that it would take her a few tries to get a good sweep of all the faces. She noted many of Harry's team mates that she had watched and socialized with, and a few foreigners that she had come to recognize over the years. With it being the finals all other teams that hadn't made it decided which team they wanted to root for. Unless they were a team like Japan who got their knickers all in a twist after they were out for the season and completely avoided the game.

Vaguely she wondered if Luna would feel as out of place here as she sometimes felt. It was like discussing potions. She enjoyed the topic, found it interesting enough, and loved to see how things were going. But she never got as deep into the details like others liked to.

Looking over her shoulder she checked to see if the witch was close behind so as to speak with her about it. That was when she saw the other. Blaise. Long smooth black hair half done up and in a light peach cocktail dress that made no attempt to hide her assets with it's low cut chest and tight fabric. It glowed against her dark skin.

Hermione felt like the wind had been knocked out of her at the sight and she quickly grabbed Ron who had moved a bit ahead of her by the sleeve of his shirt. She pulled him back with a yank. "What is she doing here!" she hissed into his ear.

The redhead seemed confused at first but then he followed her line of sight back towards the entrance. Hermione didn't miss the flush of his face. "Oh I uh….I might of told her about the party," he admitted in a manner she was sure he meant to try and pull off as calm and careless.

Hermione resisted the urge to yell at him and all his stupidity. "She couldn't have gotten in without a pass! This is a VIP party Ronald!"

She could see Ron scanning his brain for an excuse but coming up blank. A few seconds later he relaxed in her grip, admitting defeat. "Alright I gave her one. What's the big deal? She is into quidditch also! We're friends. I can invite her."

Hermione felt the magic in her blood spark in a pulse of anger, but again she resisted the urge. What could she do? There were only so many options and all of which would cause a scene, although a nicely chosen hex sounded incredibly appealing. No matter what the prat did though she wouldn't be one to stress Harry out at this time. Reluctantly, mostly because the strong grip was keeping her from smacking him, she let go of the redhead.

"Alright," she managed in a tight tone before turning on her heel. Trying not to appear in anyway upset or obviously in a hurry to get away from the git she headed towards the refreshments sat out lining the wall against the quidditch stands. Not once did she look back. She couldn't bare it and she doubt that Ron even cared.

Picking up a glass of champagne Hermione forced herself not to gulp it all down in one go like she wanted to. How could this be happening? She had hoped a few days at the game would bring back old and fond memories for them both. The long days and nights spent in each others company giggling, cheering, being together in each others arms. It had been wonderful. But once glimpse of that slag she realized how foolish she was for thinking a few days watching quidditch with their friends would change much of anything in regards to mending the discomfort of their relationship.

Hermione wanted to break the glass in her hand she sat it back on the table so it would refill itself. Once it was full again and she took a few more sips she finally found the mental stability to turn around and face the large group of people again. Scanning the area from the refreshment side of the canopy Hermione quickly skipped past the 2 least favorite people in her life at the moment. Of course Blaise and Ron had somehow ended up talking like they were bloody shocked to each other.

She scoffed and instead focused on the enjoyment Angelina, George and Ginny were having with a couple unknown to her young men. Luna seemed to be listening to curiously although Hermione was sure she was probably trying to read the colors in their auras or some other nonsense. Closing her eyes Hermione felt guilt wash over for thinking negatively towards Luna. The witch, her friend and Ginny's girlfriend, had done nothing to her.

Opening her eyes again after another calming breath Hermione's eyebrows shot up in surprise as someone manifested from out of the middle of the crowd. She shouldn't have been so surprised to see him but it had been so long. Dark brown eyes met her own easily like they had been seeking her out. Her anger and self loathing faded into the background and she couldn't help the smile that the corner of her lips created.

"Viktor! How wonderful it is to see you!" she said brightly as the Bulgarian drew closer. He wore black trousers, elegant boots, and a deep red waistcoat with matching tie and white undershirt. Hermione admired the changes in the man since the last time she had truly seen him. More often than not the image of him at Hogwarts is what came to mind on the few occasions he was brought up in conversation or memory. Except now his skin wasn't as sallow, just standard pale but rich in life. A well trimmed light scruff lined his jaw and his black hair was equally well kept although a bit longer than a buzz cut.

Krum bowed slightly and raised with a controlled smile. She wondered if he wanted to smile larger but did not allow it. "It is vonderful to zee you as vell Hermy-own. It has been quite zome time has it not?"

Hermione didn't even bother to correct his pronunciation. It had indeed been a long time and she was replaying those moments. They had ran into each other only once since Bill and Fleur's wedding, but it had been a very brief encounter at one of his games Harry and Ron had insisted on seeing.

"Have you been well?" she asked not knowing what else to say. Her mind seemed to be swimming.

She watched as the man looked to the ceiling as he thought before returning his gaze to her. "Quite vell I zay. Zee team is doing good. Of course bezides not vinning this year," he chuckled lowly. "But Harry iz vonderful iz he not? He will make for brilliant zeeker in ze league."

"He is isn't he?" Herimione agreed right away. "I knew he would do brilliant. Quidditch fulfills something in him. Makes him very happy and of course it is a great outlet. I couldn't imagine him doing anything else after seeing his first professional game."

Krum nodded in understanding. "I underzand completely. It is zimiliar to myself actually. There are very few things I could imagine doing vith my life othervise. Vhat about you? Are youz ztill vith zee ministry?"

Hermione nodded happily. "Yes things are going really good at work. I've made wonderful progress towards centaur relations."

Looking around them around them like he was searching for something Krum then returned his gaze back to her eyes seeming to not have found it. "Vhere iz the other?" Hermione looked at him with confusion not quite sure what he was asking first. "I mean how are thingz with your uh Mr…." he tried to continue not knowing the name.

"Weasley," she finished for him smiling in understanding finally. "Ron is….won...,wonderful." Hermione gulped taking a quick drink of her champagne to cover any heat that may have arisen in her face realizing she had hesitated. The only time she ever stuttered at questions like that was with Harry, and that was only because it was difficult to lie to him having been so close for most of their lives.

Krum furrowed his dark brows and narrowed his eyes at her. "Vhy do I feelz that is not ze truth?"

Hermione tried to say something but she couldn't form words because she didn't know how to respond to being called out in her lie. He clearly took it as a sign. "My apologies Hermy-own. I did not mean to….um zee vord umm ...intrude." he said as he found the proper verb.

"Don't be sorry it's okay. I'm just here to support Harry right now. Ronald is…." Hermione's eyes sought him out and one twitched seeing the way the redhead smiled at the other woman. "Ronald is having his own good time. I needed a drink is all." At least none of that was a lie she thought.

The rest of the evening was shockingly pleasant. Mostly because she had mingled with Krum for quite a while at the party before Harry and their chaser Topan joined them to see how it was going. The man had seemed pleased to have her entertaining his company and they talked about a variety of things from the future of the Bulgarian's team to Charlie's dragons in Romania. She couldn't remember a time she had had such an engaging conversation with someone over almost any topic she chose to discuss. It was mind and heart stimulating.

Even as she crawled into the top bunk later that night she felt oddly happy, despite being a mere meter above her fiance. There wasn't a chance in hell she would be in the same bed with him tonight, and for the first time in a while she hardly cared.

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The next morning Hermione cheered with great excitement and enthusiasm along with the rest of her friends as Puddlemere United came from above the quidditch stands and soared into the field with a grand entrance. It rivaled that of France's entrance in 1998, but they had also worked for a solid week after winning the semi finals to find the perfect opening display. Harry came in with a confident move of sliding off his broom until he was holding on with one hand causing her to laugh at his ridiculousness that she had to admit was impressive.

A moment later both teams flew into position as Kingsley spoke through the amplifying charm addressing the crowd and teams. The referee's joined them in the air and once the minister said "Let the game begin!" the quaffle was released. Brooms began to zig zag back and forth in every way possible all across the field. Hermione had to focus hard to locate Harry every few minutes as the movement of the chasers and blurs of the bludgers darted around the pitch.

Each team was at their top game and both of them had a hard time getting a one up on the other. Passes, interceptions, blocks….Hermione began to have the feeling that this game could go on forever. Until finally, after nearly 20 minutes, the loud ding of a metal post sounded and the opposing team won their first points which started the slow build of goals for the game.

The whole group spent the day going back and forth from their seats, to the food and to the tent. Dean, Seamus, and Ron specifically seemed to make it their mission to empty the entire campsite of food and butterbeer. They may have been drinking a lot throughout the day but slowly enough to keep their heads on and enjoy the game. Angelina also seemed to be indulging while George and Ginny were shouting tips and suggestions into the air like anyone could hear them.

By nightfall the score was already 160 to 120 with Puddlemere in the lead again and Hermione felt it safe to retreat to the tent for a few hours in a comfortable chair. Maybe squeeze in a nap, although she knew that to be highly unlikely, before venturing back out to see how Harry was faring. One bludger had come awfully close to taking off the front handle of his broomstick as he had taken off for what everyone had assumed may have been the snitch. Of course it could have been a fake out Hermione theorized considering how quickly he had slowed up after that attempt.

Not so surprisingly Hermione only got hardly an hour of relaxation in her favorite chair before Luna and Ginny came in. The female redhead quickly began filling her in on the current stats of the game and how it was going. Puddelmere had lost one of their chasers to a nasty foul resulting in a broken arm and the team was currently adjusting to the change. Apparently George and Angelina were royally pissed at the situation and increased their shouts of both encouragement and profanity.

Just as they began to laugh at George's repetitive use of the words rubbish and wanker Ron, Seamus, and Dean stumbled in. The obvious effects of too much liquor. Looking up she smiled weakly at the cheerfulness but that melted away the moment Ron moved to the side guiding someone else in. His hand resting against the small of the woman's back.

Hermione tried to focus on her breathing. Really tried, but it wasn't working like all the times it had when she walked into the auror department and seen Blaise perched on his desk provocatively. Giggling. Lighting touching of the fingers, arms, and the intense eye contact they seemed to always make. The constant smile on his and the woman's face made her want to curse them both into the future.

Seamus was watching Ron awkwardly. He was probably confused about the situation and flirting knowing Hermione wasn't the one the redhead was touching and whispering to. For some reason that both pleased and upset her because Seamus was uncomfortable with what was happening. Then the Irish man noticed Luna on the couch and looked up to see Hermione watching him. They made eye contact and he looked away, seeming to get nervous at what was going to happen. Probably because of the fury that was beginning to read on her face.

Blaise giggled and Ron nudged her playfully on the shoulder towards the corner of the tent near the flap. The room seemed to narrow in on her and all she could see was the 2 of them. Her heart thudding in her chest rampantly like she was ready to explode with rage which pissed her off more considering how much she considered herself a level headed witch.

She couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't. Here. Now. Months. "That's it!" Hermione proclaimed loudly jumping to her feet. She advanced on Ron in seconds following her tunnel vision. Wand drawn and in his face before he had the chance to even fully look at her.

"Bloody hell Mione. What are you doing?" he asked seemingly taken aback firewhiskey radiating off him.

The faked innocence caused her to growl very unlike herself. "What am I doing? What am I doing?" she repeated in anger. "You're a complete arse Ronald Weasley! How can you do it? Here! In front of everyone!" she gestured around the large tent and their friends that she assumed was still there in case he didn't realize where they were. The redhead's eyes did dart around and he gulped. He apparently had lost track of where they were.

Hermione's wand hand twitched with a natural urge to hex his bollocks off. "You act like I'm daft Ron! Oblivious! That I don't have eyes or a brain! We work in the same building for Merlin's sake!" she could feel herself shaking. "I tried changing things. I tried giving you space and I hoped it was a phase. I hoped….." this time she did growl quite loudly in frustration. "But you have the bloody audacity to invite her here! First to the team's private party and then to our fucking tent! OUR tent! Blatantly flirting and touching her in such a manner!" she choked back half of a sob. She couldn't take it anymore. "I'm done Ronald. Have her like you want. It's over."

Without a look to anyone Hermione hurried out of the tent. She was utterly and completely embarrassed. Not only for Ron's behavior but for her own and making a public display of the situation. Then again it was Ron who had been making it a public display.

Ginny's voice calling from behind her as she walked briskly down their row and aiming to get out of the tent section. "Hermione wait what…"

Hermione spun to face her and Ginny slowed a few feet from her. "Ginny no. I just need to be away from everyone right now," she stated. Of course the female Weasley tried to speak again but Hermione shook her head and beat her to it. "I will be back later. Make sure she is gone."

Refusing to elaborate and having nothing more to say she turned away again on her original path. Hermione wasn't sure where she wanted to go but after a few minutes and being sure no one was following her she found herself headed towards the stands. The best things she could do was probably check on Harry. It was why she had subjected herself to the torture after all. She just hadn't expected it to be this bad. Like all her work week problems following her on vacation.

Being almost midnight the stands were just as crowded as when they had left. Hermione paid no mind to the people while she climbed towards their box. They were situated in one of the large middle levels reserved for family members and close friends. Finally reaching the bench she had occupied early Hermione was happy the small row where the others sat was empty.

Tilting her head up and searching the sky she smiled faintly seeing Harry still flying gently high but low around the top flags of the stands. Making sure to take his time and scan every single inch of the pitch. The other seeker she noticed was flying around in bursts more sporadically.

At least he was living his life and was happy. Circling up in the moonlight without much care and no one to drag around his heart. He had known when it was right to move on away from their teenage wants and thoughts. Why hadn't she done the same? She hated the choices she had made at this point and more often than not she longed for that last year they had had in Hogwarts together. Hermione felt her eyes trying to swell as she continued to watch her best friend.

"Hermy-own?" was said softly in a deep voice from above her. With the name she knew who it was but the surprise still caused her to jump slightly and quickly she brushed another the threatening tears from the corners of her eyes. Looking up Hermione moved a strand of her bushy hair that had come loose in her fit, and saw the looming figure of Viktor Krum looking down at her.

"I didn't mean to frighten you," Viktor apologized as he bent down to sit and placed a hand on her back in what was probably meant as a gesture for comfort.

Hermine exhaled slowly and tried to gather her composure a bit more. She hadn't realized how upset she had gotten during the walk and the few moments she had been sitting. "No it's find I just wasn't expecting it is all."

The Bulgarian tilted his head slightly. "I saw you valking into your section here alone. You zeem upset?"

Disappointed in herself for being caught so obviously Hermione looked into the center of the pitch gravely. More tears threatened the corner of her eyes causing her to turn her face further away from the man. Not wanting him to see her in such a state.

"Is okay Hermy-own," she heard him say from the right. His voice was the perfect low octave to be considered soothing.

Allowing herself a sniffle and wiping her eyes with her sleeve again she turned to face him. His face was soft, open but strong and seemingly understanding. It took so much to not just break down in front of him much like she had done with Harry numerous times over the last year.

Apparently Viktor understood the conflict on her face. "Youz do not need to tell me anyvhing," he said picking up her right hand from her lap and placing a light kiss on her knuckles. The action was so small, gentle and unexpected that it caused her breath to hitch. "But I am here…..if you need me." As he went to let her hand fall away however she quickly decided to hold onto it. He watched her curiously.

"Do you have somewhere else we can go to talk?" Hermione asked quietly.

Krum looked at her blankly. "Vhere did you have in mind?"

Hermione bit her lip and thought. There wasnt really anywhere they could go and be alone. "Well we can't go to my tent. It is…...quite full. Did you have your own?"

Krum shook his head. "No I am zharing vith zome of zee team that decided to come. But Stefan and Yordan are in zee stands." The man saw the disappointment on her face and quickly continued. "But they von't bother us. Im zure they vill be here long more time."

Hermione took one last look into the sky to find Harry still soaring casually. "Okay," she said standing.

"Come vith me," Viktor said with a small tender smile. He took her hand encouraging her to follow, and began paving the way through the crowd to reach the stairs. Descending she stayed closed to his tall back. Unsure why she felt that need to be close. It wasnt as if she was in danger or incapable of defending herself. But something about the proximity was comforting.

Instead of heading towards the right where her and Ron's tent was located Krum started in the opposite direction. Passing Puddlemere United's team tent that the kick off party had been in they entered the campground itself. They walked back 5 rows before stopping in front of a rather small tent. Small enough that she sure hoped there was an impressive extension charm on it.

Holding the tent flap open for her the Bulgarian stepped to the side so she could enter. Entering she wasn't disappointed. Although It wasn't as large as her own it provided comfortable space for probably 4 people. It had a rough feel that still held a bit of mystery and warmth. Somehow still managing to feel a bit more regal also. In a way it reminded Hermione of Grimmauld Place. Without the lingering feel of dark magic.

"Should ve sit?" Viktor asked moving from behind her towards an overly large furry looking couch. The vision of the Durmstrang's boys winter hats came to her mind. He took a seat on one of the sides. Hermione took the center seat beside him without any thought.

Was she really going to spill everything to the man she had only briefly dated and had hardly had communication with in years? Who else was she supposed to talk to? Ron's siblings which were her only real friends? Luna? Somehow she just knew whatever the witch would say would probably irritate her. It was how she had easily settled on Harry being who she confided in.

Viktor was here though as someone completely separate and unassociated with the situation. He was so open, caring and everything about that wanted to drag her in and share it all. Instead of looking him in the eye she decided to pick at the hem of her own forest green blouse. It was casual and relaxed. Conserved beauty the way she liked. "I broke up with Ron." she finally admitted.

The Bulgarian remained silent a moment obviously waiting to see if she would say more and when she didn't he didn't press her beyond asking, "Vhy?" quietly.

Hermione choked on a laugh. "Things haven't been good in a long time Viktor. I thought it would somehow work out but….." she shook her head profusely at finally admitting it out loud. "I should have ended it a long time ago," she said in practically a whisper.

The Bulgarian furrowed his thick brows. "But vhat vas vrong? Vhy now?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh more, maybe from emotional instability. "He has been seeing another witch. The secretary in the auror office. I'm not sure if they have been together intimately or not….but Id put my wand on some form of physical activity. And he….." she took a deep breath. "He had the bloody audacity to invite her here. To the team party. Into our own tent. Blatantly in front of me with no restraint. In front of everyone! I couldn't pretend anymore. I just couldn't."

Krum scoffed in a disgusted way. "Zen he is a bigger fool zen I thought! Takŭv shiban debil da riskuva takava krasiva zhena! Toĭ…" He was talking a bit louder than she sure he intended and then he stopped speaking abruptly. Probably he realized how he was reacting, especially when she noticed his neck muscles tighten indicating he was clenching his jaw.

Hermione just raised her eyebrows. Taken aback by both the amount of anger and due to not being able to understand what he had said since she didn't know any Bulgarian. Certainly that is what he had naturally converted back to in his emotional burst and she had to admit it was interesting to hear. There were only maybe 4 times she could recall him getting upset but during all of those he had remained fairly composed during. Then again it was so long ago.

Clearing his throat and seeming to compose himself Hermione watched as the man straightened his back. He took a deep breath but it was still tight as he exhaled. Viktor picked up her hand and held it between both of his own like it was something to be cherished. The action caused her heart to pick up a bit.

"You are vonderful Herm….Hermiowne," he stated firmly holding her hand on his lap. "Do not let vat fool make you doubt yourzelf. Any man vould be more than lucky to have you in his life."

Hermione felt a fluttering in her stomach when the man tried to pronounce her name almost perfectly. Then as his words, such a subtle compliment, sunk in the fluttering only increased. It was a warmth that spread up from inside her. For a moment they just looked at each other. The air around them still. She felt a small tug on her insides and instinctively began leaning towards him.

Krum turned his head away slightly, predicting her next movement and giving a clear message that he didn't want what she was going to try. It would be lying to say it didn't sting her a little. Something within her wanted to know. To know if the flutter was real or imagined. If she was even capable of feeling such things after so long.

"You are full of emotions. Feelings. Is not right. I von't be one to take advantage of you in such a situation. I don't vant hated tomorrow," he reasoned still looking at the wall of the tent.

Hermione pressed her lips together in annoyance. She was emotional. Very actually. Everything she had been letting simmer below finally coming to a boil and spilling over the edges of the cauldron. It hurt and was maybe was even a bit confusing. Although she understood the situation itself considering how much she had analyzed it in the last few months. Something in her brain was pushing her forward, whether it was just an emotional breaking point where she had finally cracked or something else she didn't know yet.

Then she realized she frankly didn't care. "I won't hate you Viktor," she said, shaking her head at the thought. He really thought she would hate him for what she, herself was feeling? She needed to know if the feeling was gone, just gone from Ron, or if she could feel more again.

"Is not right you….." he started to answer but he seemed to lose his words.

"I need this Viktor. Please," she pleaded softly.

Viktor tried to turn his head further away but she could tell it took more effort this time. "I can only say no so many times Hermiowne….." he admitted a bit pitifully as he tried to keep along the moral route he obviously had in his mind.

Hermione swallowed the nervous energy in her throat. Her hand shaking slightly she brought it to his warm cheek and applied the lightest amount of encouragement for him to face her again. In his brown eyes she could see the want to be right by her and do good, but she also saw the latent desire pushed deep below attempting to rise. The spark she could see within sent tingles of anticipation down her body.

"Then don't say no," she breathed heavily. Her lips slightly parted in waiting. She watched Viktor's eyes flicker down to her lips and back up, and she knew his restraint was starting to crumble. It caused a new level of admiration to hum in her heart and anticipation to run through her.

Deciding to take the Gryffindor route Hermione made the bold move closing the small distance left between their faces. Allowing her lips to softly brush against the surprisingly full Bulgarian's before landing on them. She wanted to watch his reaction but she couldn't help it as her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. There was a buzz in her skin and at first it was simply her lips moving slightly against his as he remained passive.

A million questions tried to fly into her brain but she merely lost herself in the realization of kissing the man. They had kissed a few times back at Hogwarts or course, towards the end of that school year, but they were innocent and chaste. This however she could feel was more already, and it was exhilarating.

Then it was like a flood gate opened and hot air blew onto her face. The Bulgarian's mental barrier had finally given way to her want. She especially knew it was true once she began to feel the full lips begin moving against her own. Growing more and more urgent as their mouths slid together and Hermione felt the weight of hands resting on her shoulders until finally one began grasping the side of her neck. The movement was relaxing and it caused her to naturally open her mouth for him. Viktor took the invitation to thrust his tongue into it and taste all of her.

So this is what kissing felt like. She realized she had almost forgotten the feeling. The wonderful tingle and goosebumps growing in her skin. It vaguely reminded her of the first year her and Ron had been together. Passionate, pent up, full on snogging. It was a wonderful feeling that awakened her body unlike the undedicated sloppy exchanges she had with the redhead anymore.

This was better though. Lively and real. Because it felt right and she was free. Free of Ron and the wasted years of her life with a complete git. This was good and it wasn't her fault. The ability and feeling was very much still there and the way Viktor gripped her neck did something to her. She could feel the arousal beginning to dampen her knickers.

Then suddenly Krum pulled away, both hands still holding onto her neck. Hermione opened her eyes to see what was happening and why they had stopped. He was just staring at her though like he was looking deep into her soul. The intensity of his gaze had her wiggling her bottom on the couch. Hunger and fire could practically be seen flickering within and it caused her to feel a surge of heat pooling between her legs.

"O, pomogni mi," the Bulgarian mumbled under his breath before resuming, with a new vigor, the attack on her lips which she happily accepted. Was she really that attractive still? Or was it left over latent feelings from all their brief encounters and year of schooling together? The thought of him wanting her at all pulled a small groan from her that vibrated their mouths as they moved together faster and faster.

Bringing her own hands up she rested one on Krum's firm shoulder and started raking her fingers through the short, thick black hair on his head. The action seemed to encourage the man because he growled and pulled her against his chest. It was an action she hadn't been expecting so it caused her to inhale sharply through her nostrils in excitement.

Lips then left her own and she wanted to whine but the loss was short lived and she gasped as he attached his mouth to her collar bone sucking fiercely. The rough stubble of his facial hair scraping across her exposed skin in the most pleasurable way as he allowed his hand to caress her chest. But he didn't allow it to venture low enough to fondle her breast and although it was beyond frustrating it actually had her on edge with anticipation and want. Want she didn't know she had.

Briefly Hermione's mind wanted to ask what she was doing. Why it felt this good and what it meant. But that was silenced when Viktor decided to nurse the love bite he had been leaving on her and let his tongue lick along the bone towards her neck. Finally he allowed his hand to dip lower and drag across her left breast. Slowing as to it brush on her nipple that was making itself known. She could feel his fingers tense as he gently took a handful of her flesh and flicked a finger against the stiff peak still covered by her blouse.

The little action caused her to softly mewl and with the strength she knew he wanted to grip her breasts with he put it into a hard kiss that had her falling back. He went back with her guiding the change in position softly until they laid on the couch and never breaking the heaviness of the kiss. At that moment she was grateful for it's overly large size because it allowed them to lay mostly comfortable although Viktor laid on his side. One hand trapped within her bushy hair and beneath her neck.

The hand that wasn't being used to hold the back of her neck again kneeded at her breasts before slowly smoothing it's way down her abdomen. At this point Hermione wanted to whimper desperately at the throb of her neglected womanhood. She wanted this. Needed this. But his hand only continued to inch slowly down until it rested on top of her pelvis. It was like being tortured and teased. The tips of his fingers just barely palming over her lowest bone hidden by her jeans. Rubbing her legs together Hermione could feel the insane amount of slickness their activity was causing.

She realized she just couldn't take it anymore and turned her head to break their extensive snogging session. "Viktor please. Just make me feel good. Please," Hermione begged trying hard not to cry from the intensity of all her emotions. She wasn't even sure what she was asking or how far she wanted to go but what they were doing definitely wasn't enough.

The Bulgarian let out a low growl in his throat. "I like it vhen you zay that," he purred into her ear, the heat of his breath giving her the shivers.

Hermione blinked through the sensation for understanding of what he liked. "Please?" she said hesitantly at first, but the returning growl as he buried his large nose beneath her ear showed the word was a winner.

"Yes Viktor please. Please please please just...ohh," she lost her breath when she felt the sudden movement of Krum's large hand dive in past the waistband of her jeans and slip below the thin fabric of her knickers. Hermione whimpered when the palm roughly and unknowingly brushed past her clit. 4 long fingers rubbing through her juices and press deep in between her folds teasing her entrance.

Feeling slightly embarrassed by how wet she was Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. It had been a long time since she had been this turned on. But as Viktors fingers began sliding up and down through her soaked pussy she realized how wrong all her and Ron's sexual interactions had been recently. Then a strong thumb pad pressed firmly against her clit causing her pelvis to raise and her to gasp all thoughts being cleared from her mind once again.

"Found it," Krum chuckled lowly. He reattached his lips to hers and sucked on her bottom lip this time more gently than before as he began to rub circles against the pulsing nub. Building in intensity and every few rotations stopping to flick it before a good hard rub and continuing.

Hermione almost wished he would quit kissing her. Only because the more his hand worked in her knickers the more she wanted to start panting. His hand had to be coated in her arousal now as every so often his fingers dipped lower, entering her opening just enough for slight satisfaction. Then he seemed to gather the juices saturating her lower lips with all 4 fingers as his lubricant to make sure the movement stayed fast and smooth.

It was starting to be too much as her nerve endings began to falter. Like a wave starting to beat against the rocks. She whimpered desperately and heavily into his mouth now. His hand working faster, no longer circling and teasing her but now on a mission grinding against the sweet bundle of nerves and thrusting 3 fingers inside her.

Viktor finally got the hint when she no longer could move her mouth to return his kisses and parted their lips to let her breathe, but he didn't move his face far away. The moist hot air puffing onto her face was a clear indicator that he was panting also. He adjusted his hip slightly with a roll, and maybe even unknowingly dug his very prominent erection into her thigh. It was so erotic to feel someone else against her like that. Especially someone she had thought of doing it with at one point in her life.

"Oh oh oh…." Hermione moaned with a tight voice as her climax began teetering on the edge. It was ready to flood her body with endorphins but something kept her from falling into the desired bliss. Images of Ron were rushing forefront through her mind. They flew through quickly interchanging between him and her together happily smiling to watching the way he touched and talked to Blaise. That was what was preventing her pleasure. The the original long wanted feeling of love but it was followed instantly with hurt and pain.

"You are so very beautiful," the deep husky voice came from above through the fog in her mind. It was soothing and she wanted to listen and believe it. "You can come Hermiowne. I am here. Come for me. Idvam."

Her eyes shot open at the reassurance, or was it the command? That was all it took apparently to finally send her falling into the ocean of crashing ecstasy and blinding light of oblivion. It was fantastic and she couldn't remember being so easily drowned by the feeling. This was Viktor. Not Ron. He wanted to help, make her feel good. Maybe even truly wanted her in this moment.

Hermione pushed her pelvis up into the man's hand. "Viktor I...I...Unnhhhhhhh…" she tried to moan as her body tightened while her nerve endings went off in electrical bursts all over. Squeezing her legs shut she trapped his hand. Hoping it would never leave as the heel rubbed harder against her while her vaginal walls clamped down on the man's fingers embracing happily the feeling of something inside while she convulsed.

Slowly her nerve endings quit firing as much, only little aftershocks randomly going off and the natural lighting of the tent wasn't blinding or blurry. But still she closed her eyes to bask in the remaining remnants of her orgasm. Hermione registered the hand in the depths of her pussy withdrawing from beneath her clothing.

Throwing her arm over her eyes she tried to rein in her embarrassment. Her cheeks were heating up like an inferno. Had she just ruined a, sort of friendship actually more like acquaintance, relationship with her impulsive decision? She didn't regret it but she truly didn't know how Viktor felt about the situation. They had lost themselves in the moment.

When she felt the man sit upright Hermione bit her lip. This time due to worry and the absence of his warm body against her own which she missed. Then she felt her arm being pulled away from her face causing her body to raise back to a sitting position also. After a second of silence she forced herself to open her eyes. The Bulgarian was smirking smugly and she couldn't help but lightly laugh.

It broke away any major nerves she had had which felt like a huge relief. Licking her lips Hermione darted her eyes around unsure where to look with the nervous energy still be emitted through her smile. That was when she noticed the very defined bulge in the man's lap. How could she have forgotten that erection rutting against her thigh briefly. She had a feeling he was well endowed.

Viktor looked down to his crotch amusingly and back to her. Did he want her to? She wanted to so she moved forward and reached for the hard cock being suppressed by trousers still. But he stood and stepped away, taking her by surprise.

The man was shaking his head lightly showing it wasnt a big deal. "I do not need anything from you. All that matter is you feel good Hermiowne."

Despite his words her eyes shot down and watched him palm and adjust his manhood. It caused a new pulse of excitement to coat her already soaked knickers while her mouth slightly watered.

Hermione stood and walked over to him and she could practically feel the man's desire to kiss her again radiating off of him. As much as she did want the kiss she couldn't help but be in awe at his self control. Something Ron definitely did not possess.

"The others, friends, are probably vondering vhere you are," he said calmly. "You should go ease them."

Hermione could feel her face fall into disappointment. Did he not want her to touch him or was this more respectful behavior? Watching him his face remained calm, casual, with no indicator that he was disgusted or that he really wanted it. Whatever he was truly feeling she decided to leave it be.

"Thank you Viktor," she said in a small attempt at cheerful voice. Then forcing herself she walked past him towards the tent flap. As much as she didn't want to go back she knew she needed to.

"Goodnight Hermiowne," the deeper voice filling the silent air briefly.

Taking a deep breath she planted a smile on her face. At least this time it wasn't completely fake. "Goodnight," she said quietly trying not to give away the fresh wave of emotions wanting to take over in her tone. Instead she simply slipped through the fabric and into the crowded and noisy night.

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A/N: Thoughts? Again having never written one before I have no clue. I'm gonna lie and say this is a one shot but I cut off 2 scenes at the end to not have it being near 14k words. Those 2 scenes will be the start of chapter 2. Because ya know ...apparently I dont know what a one shot is anymore. -shrug-

O, pomogni mi. = Oh help me.

Idvam. = Come.

Takuv shiban debil da riskuva takava krasiva zhena! = Such a shitty moron to risk such a beautiful woman!