Summer Love Not

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Harry, lying on his bed, was staring up at the ceiling deep in thought. It was bad enough that his godfather was gone, just gone.
It was still hard for Harry to believe Sirius was died, in one moment he vanished out of sight through the veil and out of his life.

He had been dreaming again about the ball smashing and what it meant. The prophecy was there in his mind he was going over it again and again. ‘Neither one can live while the other survives.’
But he didn’t want to kill or be killed. Voldemort was so much stronger, more skilled, more powerful then he. How could he defeat him when no one else could? Why couldn’t Dumbledore defeat him? He was, after all, the greatest Wizard in the world. A feeling of dread came over him. Will he have to die to get rid of Voldemort? ‘I’ve hardly lived’ he thought to himself,

looking around at his Hogwarts banner and his books.
‘If I die before I get out of school I’ll never have done anything, go anywhere,’ he thought. He looked at the picture of his parents, ‘If I am the one and he kills me, all my friends, Ron and his family, Hagrid, and Hermione, her being muggleborn will surely be killed too’. It was too much to bear.
He felt the room getting smaller. Harry felt trapped, like a caged animal.
His eyes started to water, as he realized he may never grow to be a man, fall in love, marry, or have a son or daughter.’
Harry began to grieve for Sirius and of the family or life he was sure he would never have. He turn his face to his pillow and cried as quietly as he could so the Dursley’s wouldn’t be able to hear him.
He felt so alone.
Hedwig wasn’t even there to help ease his pain.
He stayed in his room for three weeks reading his magic books and doing his homework, hardly eating or speaking to any one.

He got a few letters from Ron who visiting his aunt and Hermione who was going to visit Viktor Krum and seeing if she can find any Dark Art Books.

The fourth week, Mrs. Figg asked Harry’s Aunt if Harry could help her with some chores around the house. She needed him to wash the windows and to find a soon–to-be-mother cat. He found the cat in the basement behind some boxes. It had already had one of its’ kittens. Harry and Mrs. Figgs watched as the cat gave birth to three others.
Harry had never seen any thing being born, just died.
He was amazed as the kittens slowly came out of the mother cat.
How she pushed the kittens out and cleaned them.
The kittens were able to crawl over to get to the mother and start nursing.
He came over several times that week to see the kittens.

The rest of the time Harry had to help Dudley practice CPR on a female dummy.
The dummy looked like an odd doll with it’s mouth open.
They watched a tape to see how to revive the ‘patient’ or ‘victim’ in Dudley’s case. It was the first time Harry felt bad for a piece of plastic.
Putting his piggy mouth on the dummy’s mouth and puffed away then he started punching her in the chest.
Harry thought ‘I would rather wait for the ambulance people come and rescue him or better yet Madam Pomfrey. All she’d had to do is to wave her wand or a give you a potion.’

Harry got a letter from Lupin he was going to come by get Harry the next day. Harry packed his trunk that day and just waited in his room.
Harry wasn’t sure how Lupin was to arrive.
To his surprise he walked up the footpath with Tonks looking normal, in muggle clothes. They knocked on the door and his Uncle opened the door.
“We’ve come for Harry. Is he ready?”
Harry was down in a flash, with his trunk, broom and Hedwig’s cage.
Harry just smiled and hugged both of them.
“It’s great to see you two. Let’s go”.
He didn’t even look at the Dursleys.
They walked down the path to the ?street.
Lupin raised his wand and the purple bus came into view.
Harry was happy he didn’t eat before getting on.

Lupin cleared his voice “ Eh Harry have you been getting Daily Prophet?”
“Well kind of.. My Uncle hides them or threw them away on me…why?”
“ We found Peter Pettigrew and arrested him. I saw him myself.”
“ Really? That’s fantastic! We’ll be able to clear Sirius’s name then.” Harry said with a big smile.
“Yes, the paper work is getting started. Happy Birthday Harry.”
“Yes sixteen years old” Tonks said handing him a card.
Remus handed Harry his Hogwarts letter and a book that belonged to his father.
‘Maybe this summer was going to get better’ Harry thought.

The bus went straight to 12 Grimmauld Place.
The place didn’t look bad but still needed some work.
He unpacked his trunk and started to read all the Daily Prophets that were in the house. He found the story to the Peter’s arrest.

The newest newspaper (that day’s paper) had the story the Peter had escaped.
There were few rumors that he was in Bulgaria.

He also read the story about Viktor Krum and his girlfriend Hermione Granger. Harry couldn’t believe his eyes as he read the paper and looked at the picture. There she was, Hermione, hugging and kissing Viktor Krum.
With all the news of Peter getting arrested and the escaping and now seeing Hermione hugging and kissing Viktor.
Harry feeling went from being excited to mad to depressed.
“They’re boyfriend and girlfriend?” so much for having a better summer.

A few days later the Weasley’s arrived and Harry started to feel a little better. Harry would look in the paper to see if there was any news about Peter Pettigrew.

All he saw was Hermione and Viktor pictures in the paper, laughing feeding each other. There were rumors of an engagement and a wedding within a year.
“ They can’t get married, she’s not even out of school! She’s only 16.” Harry said out loud.
“ Who getting married?” asked Tonks sipping her tea at the kitchen table. Harry’s mouth was open, and shaking his head, he showed Tonks the paper.
She looked and spit out her tea in surprise when she saw it was Hermione.
“ She’s not getting married to him. This is fluffy crap. Has she written you? Told you all about him and stuff?”
“ Well ..No she hasn’t really told me anything. She’s having good time, trying to find books. Same old Hermione… books.”
“ The books are to help you Harry. Dumbledore and Hermione are trying to see what spells and any other dark art magic they can find. That part of Bulgaria is well known for teaching the dark arts, and her being muggleborn..well, I hope they keep an eye on her. A lamb walking into the lions den.”
‘ Was Hermione really in Bulgaria trying to find books for me?’ Harry wondered. He looked at the picture of Hermione and Krum, if she was; she was having a bloody good time. Harry could feel his face get hot. He knew he was feeling jealous. Krum was trying to steal one of his best friends away from him.
It burnt him even more to see them kiss and hug.
He throw the paper down and started making some tea.

Later he cut the pictures out of the paper.
He wanted to cut Viktor out of the picture, so he did, leaving Hermione’s image by itself.

Harry heard Hermione’s voice, “ Why did you do that?” looking at the picture. Harry went to say because I wanted to, but what came out was “because I want you, I mean I wanted to.” Harry looked around the kitchen, but no one was there.
“What do you want me for?” the picture asked.
“ I.. I want to look at you,” and stared at the image and the image stared back.
“Am I pretty?” she asked.
Harry nodded “ Very pretty.”
She smiled “ Thank you, I’m glad you think so.”
He looked at all the small images of her and they all looked back at him.
“ You’re with Viktor now, but I can dream.” And he put the pictures in his pocket, walked in to the Den and asked Ron if he wanted to play chess.

Mrs. Weasley went to meet Dumbledore at the Grangers.
Hermione had gotten feeling ill in Bulgaria and was to be brought to Grimmauld Place to get better.
She was there only two days and had terrible dreams and looked sick.

It was almost midnight when Hermione started the spell.
She lit the match and looked at the gowns in the cauldron. Blue satin. It was beautiful and it fit perfectly on her, thanks to the spell they put on it.
The white nightgown that was under it, with the strap ripped off still had the smell of alcohol.
She poured the Rose perfume onto the gowns a moment later.
She liked the smell of roses but not much anymore they just were a reminder of what she went through.
She chanted a cleansing spell, an old spell, and ancient one. Old magic- the kind no one uses any more.
“Light of hope now cleanse my mind and soul.
Heal my hurts, my pain and make me whole.
Cleanse my life force of all that's ill.
With your blessings now me fill.
Pulire il corpo e l'anima di malato
farme l'intero”
She didn’t want to remember the feelings, the pain, but she didn’t want to forget what happen.

Hermione went to Bulgaria near Vidin on the invitation or rather begging of Viktor Krum, who was now the most popular quidditch player in the wizarding world.

The reporters took a lot of pictures of Viktor, their country’s son who could do no wrong.

And Hermione Granger, top of her class at Hogwarts, “close” friend of the famous Harry Potter. They were huge news.
Viktor just told her to “smile and enjoy the fun,” putting his face close to hers, hugging her, “just for publicity, for the team”.
Papers made Viktor and Hermione, close friends then boy and girl friend and then engaged in just a matter of less than 2 weeks.
Pictures of them at a quidditch practice and games were in the paper everyday. Hermione watching him practice cheering him on. He would catch the Snitch over and over again in record time. He never played better.
“Krum’s Lover Faints.” was the headlines when Viktor nearly crash into the ground scaring her causing her to faint.

They go out to eat and the photographers take pictures of Hermione feeding Viktor. She kissed him passionately and held his hand for the pictures and publicity smiling all the time.
Reporters even hung outside their windows and balconies to get pictures of the two of them. Hermione, in her night gown and very light robe standing on the balcony of her bedroom with Viktor holding her in his arms, the robe slipping off her shoulder. Viktor kissing it sweetly was in all the papers,” Reading Sweet Angel or Seductive Temptress.”

Hermione seeing the headlines, eyes widen “ They’re calling me a Temptress.” Shaking her head “No, this is to much, no, call the papers tell them to stop.” “Call?” Viktor said with a smile. “You want me to shout from here?” he laughed, “Oh you mean the machine Muggles talk to?”
With teeth grinding she said, “Well then, go down and talk to them, I’m sick of all the lies. How am I going to face my friends with this rubbish being printed about me?” Viktor walked over to her and put his arm around her, Hermione backed away, “No, do something now.” Viktor promised to look into the matter, but Hermione knew he wouldn’t. He loved it.
He loved the attention now. He didn’t before.
“None of my other girlfriends seemed to mind,” looking at the paper.
“I’m not your girlfriend,” she said angrily.

Some people in the village liked Hermione; others don’t because of jealousy because they wanted to be with him, like his old girlfriend.
Hermione got hit with tomato while shopping for clothes, someone calling her a slut.

Others hated her for because she was muggleborn and she got hate mail saying she wasn’t good enough for him.
“Go back to England were you came from, but I’m sure they don’t want you either.”

She feared someone is trying to kill her.
She found a snake in her bed and a very poisonous spider in her dresser draw. Viktor did get an uneasiness look on his face.
“But who would do this to you?”
‘Peter Pettigrew’ she thought.
“Don’t worry I’ll protect you,” he said.
She thinks she saw Peter Pettigrew at a Quidditch practice meeting other people.
They found him a week ago in a shop and he was arrested, and Sirius named was going to be cleared. Then he escaped.

She had nightmares of people asking her questions she knows Peter was one of them and when she didn’t answer or didn’t know what they were talking about, they tortured her.
She was bound to chair by a spell and she heard voices in the dark, shadow moving.
“Muggles use to burn witches didn’t they?” and flames would shot out of a wand. She would scream and scream the flames touching her arms legs, and her face, but instantly healed.
“They drowned them too,” and someone in the dark would cast a spell and Hermione felt her lungs fill up with water.
Panting and screaming, “Please stop. I can’t,” spitting and choking out water out of her mouth trying to breath.
Then they cut her wrists and blood flows on to the blue dress, into her lap pooling up, she cries out in horror and pain.
“Is this where your teat is dear?”
“ They hang witches too.” as she felt something strangling her lifting her into the air struggling to breath.
They put images of her parents and friends in her mind dying, in pain, and crying calling her name to help them and she can’t move or think what to do. She woke up from these dreams dripping in sweat, screaming and crying in pain.

One of the reasons she came to Bulgaria was to find old books.
She tried to find Dark Arts books in the library and bookstore and send them back to Professor Snape, but she is always being watched by his manager and butler, even her letters are being checked. They said it was because of the hate mail she was getting but why should they check her letters going out.
So she wrote very short letters to Ron, Harry, and Hagrid and to the teachers at Hogwarts and home.

Viktor helped her find the books though.
People would do anything for him.
He got her loads of old books. She hoped, ‘maybe ones of these could help fight against Voldemort.’
After finding a number of old books Hermione was so happy she gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek for this.
“Thank you”, smiling at him.
He started kissing her back, friendly like at first and a moment later more passionately.
She had kissed him like this before, but it was for the reporters and papers. He had asked her to do it.
They were alone now in her room. “Viktor stop, please.”
“Why, I like kissing you. I think you like too. You’re so good for me maybe you’ll stay longer? Maybe we should think about getting married?”
Viktor had begun to believe the publicity of Hermione and him.
Giving Hermione a ring “I love you. Will you marry me?”
Shocked she says, “I don’t know.”
Not sure what to do.

He came into her bedroom one night and tried to seduce her.
He made the evening very romantic with roses and champagne.
He gave her rose perfume and aseds her to put it on so he can smell it on her. She puts it behind her ears and on her on her wrist.
Paused and looking down at her cleavage and put the perfume down on the table, extending her hand. “Here…. smell.”
Viktor moves over to her sniffs her wrist and kisses it and moves to her ear and sniffs and kisses that too.
He says, “ You missed a few spots” and moves his head to her cleavage and she pushes him away, “ No.”
“Alright we can take our time,” he says softly to her.
He waves his wand and music start to play.
“Dance with me?”
They slowly dance and all the while he’s says how beautiful, how smart, and how talented she is.
How much he is going to miss her when she leaves. “Will you miss me Hermione?”
“ I’ve had a very nice time here Viktor, you’re very sweet and I will miss…”
Viktor interrupts her, “ Then stay here. We can get married; you’ll come to all the games. I’ll buy you anything you want”
Hermione asks, “ What about school?”
“ You don’t need to go to school, you’ll be with me. You are already smart.”
“ I’m to young I’m 16, I have to finish school. This is too much, to fast. Viktor, we are just friends, I don’t think of you like that. I‘m not in love with you Viktor. I’m sorry. ”
She felt bad. She didn’t want to hurt him.

‘How did I let it go this far?’ she thought.
She was so tired from all this and the nightmares. All she wanted to do is go home.
She has a hard time sleeping so she makes herself a sleeping draft to help her fall asleep.

A few nights later after a big dinner party and Viktor got drunk.
He tried to make his move on her.
Viktor came into her bedroom and cornered her and started kissing her on the lips and neck.
She pushed him away and said, “No Viktor, please get out”.
He shut the door and locks it.
Hermione runs to her nightstand to get her wand but he grabs her and it. Putting it high on the bookshelf out of her reach.
“I want you” he walked toward her ”to know I care for you Hermione and I just want to show you.”
He put her hand on his groin and pushed down, ” Feel that? You do that to me.” He was hard there.
She pulled her hand away.
She was thinking a mile a minute.
How could she stop him?
No wand, locked door…think!
Talk to him. Don’t get him angry
“ Viktor. I’m flattered. That you do care about me? But why?”
She didn’t listen to his answer.
She was thinking.
He was coming toward her.
“ Viktor you look tense, here sit down.”
She grabbed his hand and sat him down on her bed.
Not knowing what else to do she started rubbing his temple on the sides of his head.
Taking another drink from the bottle of liquor.
Maybe this will relax him.
Maybe I can talk him out of this.
“Oh hmmm that feels nice.” He says as he closes his eyes, but then he put his hands on her hips.“ This feels nice too.”
‘Think!’ Her mind screamed.
Get in back of him.
She moved her hands to his shoulders. “ Oh Viktor you have knots in your shoulders” and she got in back of him.
Rubbing his back and trying to think what to do next.
He enjoyed the back rub for a few minutes and then got up and turned to her. She was kneeling on her bed and the next she was in his arms.
He was feeling her shoulders her back going lower.
She couldn’t stop him.
Slow him down.
“ Viktor a girl doesn’t like to be rushed or forced in to something like this.”
He took another swig of the bottle.
“ How slow do we NEED to go… you’re muggleborn. Muggles throw themselves at anything, at least that’s what I heard. I’m sure your friend Harry Potter had you really good,” with a sound of jealousy in his voice? It’s ok I forgive you.”
“ I’ve never done anything with Harry.”
“ I still forgive you.”
“ For what?”
“ Being muggleborn.”
“What!” and taking this chance to get her wand, but Viktor grabs her again.
‘ I can’t stop him.’ She scared but can’t cry.
Hermione goes limp in his hold afraid if she struggled more he may hurt her. She looks at his drink and takes the small bottle out of his hand and presses it to her lips and drinks.
‘If I’m drunk I won’t care. If I’m drunk I won’t feel it. If I’m drunk It won’t be real,’ Taking another gulp.
It was horrible tasting stuff and it numbed her lips and tongue.
“ That’s a good girl.” Viktor sitting her down in his lap his hands feeling her legs and torso.
She surprised herself and pushed his hand away.
“I’ll need more to drink.”
And she got up and then she saw it, her sleeping draft.
She took another gulp of the bottle.
“Viktor, I have a game we could play. It would be more fun and romantic.”
She walked over to the table and picked up the draft.
“ I’ll drink your drink from your lips and you drink from mine?” Viktor smiled. ”Come here.”
Sitting back in his lap he took a swig of his drink and put his lips to hers and her lips parted under his.
She did this twice.
Then she took half the draft and held it in her mouth and put her lips to his and he drank.
And she did it again.
He started feeling her waist and slowly moving up.
He picked her up and layed her on the bed and started taking off his clothes, down to his boxers.
And then he started for her.
Trying to take off the nightgown, ripping it.
Hermione pushed and kicked but he pinned her down.
“I’m not ready.”
“But I am. I got you now” putting his knees in between hers and slowly pushing them apart and then fell on top of her.
Asleep.

Next day, after Hermione unbound Viktor from her binding spell,
He begged her for forgiveness.
“I was drunk . you know I would never ever harm you. Did I hurt you? “
“ You locked me in, took my wand, scared me, tried to take advantage of me and you forgave for being muggleborn.”
Viktor stayed silent, for a long moment and then said.
“ Many witches and wizards say you are beneath me I believe you are an exceptional. Some wizards say I’m hurting my reputation being with you. I think I was being to believe them. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I don’t care if you are muggleborn. I would never want to hurt you, I just thought you were playing innocent girl. I was hoping you HAD feeling for me, because you kept writing to me. I thought if I push a little you’d give in. I‘m not trying to boast but.. Many girl would love to be where you are, and be with me.”

An owl flew in the window giving Hermione a letter, from Dumbledore say her mother got in to a car accident and they wanted Hermione home quickly.

So they got her on train and in a few hours she was home. Her mother was in a fender bender she was fine, not a scratch.
Dumbledore just wanted her away for the Death Eaters that seemed to be gathering there in Bulgaria.

Hermione stays at home for few days, but nightmares were bad and Hermione’s mother sends an owl to Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley for help.

Mrs. Weasley came to get Hermione and Dumbledore gives them a book of spells and he brought the Pensive and gives Hermione her memories back.

She had given all of her memories of Hogwarts and the Order and anything else that was important.
So in case she got in to a situation they couldn’t get anything out of her.
They took her wand to have it looked at to make sure it wasn’t cursed or anything.

Bad dreams plagued Hermione mind at night.
Mrs. Weasley thinks Hermione should go the hospital but Dumbledore doesn’t think Hermione will be safe there with Peter Pettigrew still on the loose. Deatheater being spotted more and more.