A Year Abroad (Hermione/Viktor)

Surprise Party

Hermione was nervous to see Viktor after the game. It had been so long since she had seen him and being surrounded by so many of his fans made her feel like the awkward little girl she was. She knew that he loved her, but there were so many women with long flowing hair and big beautiful eyes who doted on him and she couldn't understand why he had chosen her.

Viktor couldn't wait to see Hermione. It had been a long while, made even longer by his loneliness. He left the Vultures tent, mid celebration to find her. He saw her, walking along, with Chigvintsev, amongst a crowd of girls, hoping to see him. He couldn't help himself, he began running over to the crowd, much to the girls' excitement. He scooped Hermione up and heard her cry out in shock. The girls were disappointed, but he didn't care. Having her in his arms again was so sweet, sweeter than anything he could have imagined.

Hermione chuckled as he put her down.
"Well, hello to you too." She smiled up at him. She blushed when he placed his hands firmly on either side of her face and kissed her deeply, intensely, for longer than she could ever remember him kissing her. She heard the girls swooning behind them and chuckled internally.

Chigvintsev watched on and remembered when he was young. Viktor was everything that he wanted to be when he was younger, talented, strong, handsome. And he was sure that Hermione would be the kind of girl he would have gone for. That made sense, now with his dating Jane, he saw so much of her mother in Hermione.

Viktor took Hermione's hand and lead her back to the Vultures tent. The men had gotten together a surprise for Hermione, without Viktor knowing and when they heard them approaching the tent, they all hushed.

When Viktor lead Hermione into the tent, they both jumped. The men were crowded around a cake, with eighteen candles in it.
"Happy Birthday!" They called out and Hermione chuckled, touched that the boys had put so much effort into this surprise.

One by one, they embraced Hermione and wished her a happy birthday and watched her blush. Viktor was worried that Hermione would dislike the surprise, he even scolded some of his teammates for not telling him about it. But, she seemed genuinely pleased and ate two big slices of cake and thanked everyone for being so kind.

Hermione felt stuffed with cake and gratitude. But all she wanted to do now was take a nap. Viktor could tell she was tired, so he sent Chigvintsev off to Jane and told him to come back a few hours later.

They apparated to the Vratsa house and Hermione was shocked, thinking that they would go the Krum house. The warm interior felt like home to her now, and she supposed that it would be her home once she and Viktor were married. That thought filled her with so much joy that she felt like dropping out and marrying him in that moment. But no, things could not be done that way.

Viktor left Hermione in the lounge for a moment, to take his kit upstairs and change. When he came back down, he found her, asleep on the sofa, fur coat draped over her. He chuckled and shook his head. He smoothed down her hair as he passed and thought he might shed a tear, knowing that he was going to lose her again.

Ada arrived at the house around 5 o'clock in the afternoon. She was greeted by Viktor, pleading with her to be quiet as she came in. She saw Hermione laid up on the sofa and smiled, not having realised how much she had missed her.

They cooked quietly and Ada became excited for their little get together. It was not a big party like she had had for Viktor. But, it was what Hermione wanted and she could understand that.

Viktor awoke Hermione around 6 o'clock. She sleepily walked upstairs with him, being led by hand. He sat her down on the bed and pulled out a wrapped box.
"Viktor no, you shouldn't have." She told him and he simply kissed her on the forehead. She opened the box to reveal a red crushed velvet dress. It was beautiful, very beautiful. She thanked Viktor, before looking back into the box, at something else that was in there. A pair of silk pyjamas, deep burgundy. She held them and felt the beautiful material fall through her fingers. Hermione noticed something about the pyjamas. She brought them up to her face and inhaled, they smelt like Viktor.
"So that you vill remember me." He smiled down at her.
"Like I would ever forget." She pounced on his and covered him in kisses, kisses that Viktor received willingly.