Two Worlds Collide

Hermione P.O.V.

I stand there in the setting sun looking into gray eyes that are full of emotion, waiting for me to answer one simple questions. Will I be his girl? Will…I…be…his…girl? The next question running through my mind is, why would this very handsome, foreign, Quidditch star, wizard want me to be his girl? There were plenty of gorgeous girls here at Hogwarts, especially now that Beauxbatons is here. Sighing, I look him in the eye and asked the one question that has been floating around in my head since he asked me.

“Why Viktor, why do you want me to be your girl? I am not pretty, I live in the library, and don’t have many friends. There are other girls that you should be after, but I am not one of them. As much as I would love ‘to be your girl’ as you put it, the answer is no, you deserve better than me.”

I quickly turn away so he does not see the tears and start to run as fast as I can, around the lake and towards the castle. Before I could make it too the doors I ran head first into a solid mass. Looking up with tears still in my eyes, I see Sasha and stumble back a little bit muttering an apology. Finally regaining my senses I hear Viktor calling for me. I bolt around Sasha and into the castle, running I take an opposite route to Viktor can’t find me. Heading to the library, I go to an alcove opposite of my usual one and sit on the window seat willing the tears not to spill over.

Losing that battle, I swallow a sob and quiet as I could and lay my head on my knees. Did I mess up? Should I have said “yes” to be coming Viktor’s girl? But why would he want me? The only thing I can think about is the fact that he is leaving after this year and will forget me right away. I’m starting to think that Ron is right, why would someone like Viktor want me to be is girl? I bet it is just some joke between his friends and they had to find the ugliest girl in the school. That realization made me cry even harder, trying to make myself as small as possible I curl up on the window seat trying to take slow deep breaths.

I must have fallen asleep on the window seat because the next thing I knew, I was being gently shaken awake. Slowly opening my eyes, I see Viktor and suddenly sit up trying to put as much distance as I can between the two of us. Looking down, I know that it is time to voice my thoughts so he can go after another girl, a more beautiful girl.

“Viktor, please just leave me alone and find another girl to chase after. I do not want to be hurt in whatever game you and your friends are playing. Like I told you, I am new to the dating scene but I do know that guys like you do not want girls like me. You should be courting or dating or whatevering after girls who are pretty and popular and not a bookworm who lives the library has no friends. So please Viktor for the both of our sakes, find someone new to case after and I won’t tell anyone about your game.” I manage to get out with silent tears running down my cheeks and dripping onto my lap.

“Mimi? Vill you look at me? Please?” He asked, gently trying to tilt my head up.

Giving in, I look up with tears in my eyes to see his full of sorrow. Why would he have such a look in his eyes? I just gave him an out and to not tell anyone what is going on. Why doesn’t he see that he is just stringing me along when he looks like, it looks like he actually cares! Trying not to put too much stock into his sorrow filled eyes, I wait for him to speak.

“Vhy do you not think you are pretty? You are beautivul voman and I vould be more than happy to haff you on my arm.  I do not vant other vomen, they see me as star and famous and not as real vizard. I heard you scolding the boys with red and black hair, you see me as real vizard and do not care about fame. Because you see me as such makes me vant to court you, to get to know you, to haff real conversations vith you. Please Mimi you said you vanted to be my girl, does that still stand? Do you still vant to be my girl? Because if you do, you vill make me happiest vizard alive.”

Do I believe him? He seems so sincere and he had tears in his eyes, would someone who was just trying to play with someone be this emotional or try to chase after me for so long. If he was just playing, he would have moved on to a different girl after our first library incident. But he didn’t, he kept after me, kept sending me letter and gifts, he kept trying…

 After a few minutes of staring at each other in silence I finally make my decision and decided to get out of my comfort zone. I look in to his beautiful silver eyes that are waiting for my answer and nod my head.

“Yes” I whisper “Yes I will be your girl.”

Soon I am lifted up and spun in a circle, while Viktor yells something in Bulgarian. Finally allowing a smile, I look down at him and ask to be put down. Gently putting me on my feet, he grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. Looking up I can still see tears in his eyes but can only guess that they are happy.

Viktor starts talking and talking fast, but it is in Bulgarian and I have no idea what he is saying or trying to ask me. I finally have to stop and get him to switch to English.

“Viktor, you’re speaking in Bulgarian. I have no idea what you are trying to say.”

“My apologies,” he said sheepishly “I was just saying how you haff made me very happy and vas vondering if you vould go to ball vith me next month. It is Yule Ball and all champions must bring date and I vould like it very much if you vould me my date! I vas also vounding if you vould vear my colors during tournament? I know you vill have to cheer for Hogvarts Champion, but vould you wear my colors?”

Was this for real? Was he asking me to a ball and to support him in the tournament? Since I agreed to be his girl, I told him yes, to both. I don’t think anyone could bring him down from this high. With a huge smile on his face, he takes off his scarf and wraps it around my neck explain that this was how I could wear his colors. Examining the cashmere red scarf, I look at my looked at my watch I noticed how late it was.

“Viktor, we are going to have to get going. Curfew is soon and I need to get back to my room, would you escort me?”

“Dah, I vould.” He responded taking my hand.

The two of us walk comfortably to the portrait of the Fat Lady, where he kissed my hand goodnight and we parted ways for the time being. I hope I made the right decision with saying yes to his many questions today.