A Year Abroad (Hermione/Viktor)

My Valentine

Valentine's day had taken over Durmstrang. Although it was a muggle holiday, within the last few years the men had become fond of the tradition, so much that Chigvintsev had granted them the day off to go and see their other halves. The quidditch team had spoke of nothing but their sweethearts back at home that they would be able to see for a single day. Those who were single resented the holiday with a vengeance.

Viktor had never had someone before and he too had felt bitter about the day off. However, now that he had Hermione, he found himself very lucky to have the day off to spend time together. He had planned a day for them, with the help of his Mother and he had sent her a letter to meet him by the hall at eleven and of course, she was there early and he smiled when he saw her, stood in a pink dress and cream cardigan, playing with one of her buttons.

Hermione was shocked when she saw Viktor, all jumper and jeans. She had never seen him this way before, but she enjoyed the change. He lost a fraction of his hard veneer and looked more muggle than he had ever before.
"You look beautiful." He smiled down at her, kissing her on the cheek, causing her to blush.
"Thank you. You look very handsome." Hermione complimented him back.
"Where are we going today?" She asked, the curiosity eating away at her.
"That is a surprise." He smiled and led her away from the castle.

Hermione wondered what on earth they were going to be doing today. She had never been taken on a date before, let alone a valentine's date. When they got outside and Viktor picked up his broom, Hermione began to worry.
"Why have you got your broom?" Hermione asked and Viktor smiled mischievously.
"I know you don't fly, but I am taking you today." He told her, smile wide on his face. Hermione felt the blood rush out of her face.
"No, no. There's a reason I don't fly." She held her hands out in front of her chest.
"Do you trust me?" Viktor asked, looking straight into her eyes and when she looked back she had to admit that yes, she did trust him.
"Just go slow, I don't want world cup speed." Her eyes warned him as she placed herself on top of the broom.
"I vill be here." He whispered, placing his arms around her to grip the broom in front of her.

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as she felt herself lift off the ground. She was terrified. She had never been one for flying. She was a fan of having both of her feet firmly on the ground. But if she was going to be in the air, she was glad she was with Viktor. She felt him behind her and she felt a warm, honey like feeling wash over her.
"Open your eyes." He whispered to her and she did so. Hermione gasped. They were zipping through the clouds and despite her request, he was flying far faster than she had anticipated. She placed her hands back onto his thighs, in a plea for him to slow down.
"Don't vorry. I am here." Viktor spoke in English and patted himself on the back mentally for his pronunciation. There was not far left of their journey and he was glad that he could feel Hermione relaxing. Flying was such a massive part of his life and he wanted her to understand.

After a while, Hermione enjoyed the fresh air and the feeling of an empty mind that she got from flying. She could see the appeal now that she was in the air. However, once they began to descend, she felt her muscles tighten, in fear that she might fall.
"You're going nowhere." He kissed her cheek and leant in closer. Hermione's breath slowed and they came to a graceful landing, both feet finally on the ground, outside of his family home.

Viktor placed both hands on the side of Hermione's face.
"That vasn't so bad, vas it?" He asked and she shook her head smiling up softly at him. He placed a soft kiss to her lips, leaving her speechless.

Hermione basked in the attention and affection of Viktor. She still couldn't believe that he had chosen her, that Viktor Krum was stood with her at his home, kissing her on valentine's day.
"Let's go inside." He led her in by the hand and she sighed with pleasure when she felt the warmth of the house. She was glad to be back, after being away for two months.