A Fated Marriage
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Viktor
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Adult ++
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31,107
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Introductions
Hey everyone! I’m sorry it took so long to post this chapter. But I did work very hard on this chapter. I want to say thank you to all of those who gave me reviews and words of encouragement. All right, here’s another chapter. Just please note I’m really not that great at accents. So please don’t criticize me to harshly about them.
Introductions
“Viktor!” Hermione looked at the Bulgarian Seeker in total and utter shock. He was the same as she last remembered, yet different. He still had the same broken looking nose, and short haircut. However in the two years since they last saw each other he had defiantly filled out. He had gained a lot of muscle, but he didn’t look bulky because his newfound height balanced everything out. There was still a seriousness about him that made him slightly intimidating at first glance. There was not question on why the girls still swooned over him.
“Hermione.” Her name came out slowly as if he was trying to get every syllable of her name just right. His entire aura softened as he went over to her with a small smile on his face. “Vhat are you doing here?” He asked though he had a good hunch that he already knew the answer to that question. He was there for the same reason, that stupid marriage law. He was chosen to be the pureblood wizard of Bulgaria. His family was an old one with a long line of powerful magical blood. That back round, his fame, and fortune made him an obvious choice.
“I’m here to be engaged. I was chosen for that marriage law. And I’m guessing that’s why you are here as well.” She said quietly. He nodded to confirm that fact while looking her over. She blushed shifting a little as she felt his eyes looking her up and down. She filled out quiet a bit. Her chest had grown some. Nothing overwhelming, but just right to make her curvy. Her hair looked silkier and farmed her face nicely. She was still so small compared to him physically that she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes. Even after all the pain he knew she dealt with during the Second War her smile was still seemed to brighten up the room.
“Now I am glad to be here. It gives me another chance to see you.” He told the young woman. He was about to say something else when some walked up to him.
“Excuse me for interrupting, but I’m making it my mission to meet all the lovely ladies here.” A tall guy cut in. He was classically handsome. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, and broad shouldered, medium height. “My name is Michael St. Paul. I am zee wizard from France.” He introduced himself to Hermione. She knew that name, but than again who didn’t. He was the wizard known from some of the most powerful wandless magic in the world.
She gave newcomer a polite smile though she really just wanted to ignore him and keep talking to Viktor. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. St. Paul. I’m Hermione Granger.” She said offering him her hand. He took it and gave it a kiss that lingered a bit too long for her liking. Instantly she knew that if she got pair up with this wizard than she would voluntary break her wand. Something about his arrogant charm just made her want to be sick.
He smiled back not noticing her own smile seem a bit forced and frozen in place. Viktor DID notice and had to cough in order to hide a chuckle. “Miss. Granger I ave a feeling zat you will become zee next Mrs. Michael St. Paul. Do you not a feel zat connection as well?” he asked her. The poor witch could do nothing but smile politely and look to the Bulgarian Seeker for help. That did no good because he was too busy “coughing”.
“Well it’s been a pleasure meeting you Mr. St. Paul, but I would like to meet the others.” She said trying to get way from the Frenchmen
.
“Zat will not be a problem. I’ll just tell you who zey are. You were the last to arrive and I ave ad a chance to meet everybody.” Michael told her wrapping an arm around her with a smug grin on his face. Hermione’s whole body stiffened and Viktor’s coughing fit suddenly stopped. Michael was blissfully unaware of the sudden change in body language, so he went about telling Hermione who was also was tangled up in the Marriage Law web.
“Over zere is zee Americans. Jason Smith, age 31. He is famous his advances in Animagus transformations. He’s the only person in zee world who can transform into five animals. And zee young woman next to him is Sara Black, age 27. She is famous for coming up with magical ways to make cooking easier and faster. All of zee housewives in America are half in love with her.” He said pointing two people. The man had brown hair cut short. He was about Viktor’s height, but his build was a bit softer. His eyes were forest green behind wire-rimmed glasses, and his skinned showed that he did not see the sun very often. Sara was almost the complete opposite. She shorter, but she was bursting to the brim with a healthy glow. Her eyes and hair were the color of her last name.
Next he pointed to a blond woman who was talking to a brunette. “Zee taller one is Maria St. Paul, my older sister. She is 35 and she like me is famous for wandless magic. It is a talent zat runs in zee family. Zee woman she is talking to is woman from Mexico. Isabella Montoya, age 39.” He said her age like it was a flesh eating virus or something. “She is zee oldest one chosen. She actually started zat new art. You know of Magical Music?” he asked Hermione like she was a small childen who lived under a rock all her life. Magical Music was all about finding the music in things though the series of complicated charms. Objects from nature, like flowers or water, had a tendency to produce prettier music. Man made objects usually sounded like dying animals. It was becoming really a popular art in the Wizarding World. Hermione had a little talent for it, but it was just a hobby.
Finally he pointed to a group of three, two women and a man. “And zen zere is Yoko Takashima, age 22. She is a famous fashion designer. She created the wizarding robes that never wear out. Zey are very popular with Quidditch teams around zee world.” Michael told her. Hermione looked over to Viktor for conformation on this newfound information, but he only shrugged. He was a Seeker whose only goal was to catch the Snitch. He would care less who designed his uniform. “Zee other woman is Irina…”
“Age 31. She is very famous for her abilities in Divination.” Hermione interrupted him. She was really getting tired of him assuming she didn’t know who everyone was. “But why is she here? From what I’ve read she is also famous for making breakthroughs in the lesbian community.” Hermione asked a bit confused.
“Apparently that didn’t matter. It did not matter that I was on a the verge of perhaps curing werewolves, so here I am.” A new voice said. A man just a little taller than Hermione popped out of nowhere and stood to her other side. Hermione’s breath caught in her thought with excitement.
“You’re Yukifuma Shizuma. I’ve read all about you and your advancements in potions. You were the one who created the potion for curing the affects of Memory Charms.” She said excitedly. It had been a huge achievement in the medical world.
Yukifuma chuckled a little, “Yes that was me. It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss. Granger. I have read about you also. You are a credit to all those who fought He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named.” He said giving her a little bow. This made Hermione’s cheeks flame a little. Michael and Viktor noticed this and both scowled a little.
It seemed to like all the men were gathering around her because before long Edward and Jason joined the group. Nobody said much, after all what was there to say? They all just stood there lost in their own thoughts. Hermione looked around the room and noticed something. “Um... where is the wizard from Mexico?” she asked out of the blue.
“He’s the man with Yoko and Irina. Marco Ruiz. His fame is from being…well actually nobody really knows what he’s famous for.” Jason said. All the other guys nodded.
“Hello! Everyone! Could all the selected please sit in those chairs over there so we could get started?” a Ministry official said. Hermione swallowed and her whole body gave a shiver. She felt a big warm hand on her shoulder and she looked up to see Viktor behind her. It was very comforting to know he was there beside her. Together they followed the others to see how their partners would be chosen.
A/N: And that’s were I end for now! Aren’t I evil? I will have the next chapter up sooner than I had this one up. And like always any input you have is most welcome. Until next time everyone!
Introductions
“Viktor!” Hermione looked at the Bulgarian Seeker in total and utter shock. He was the same as she last remembered, yet different. He still had the same broken looking nose, and short haircut. However in the two years since they last saw each other he had defiantly filled out. He had gained a lot of muscle, but he didn’t look bulky because his newfound height balanced everything out. There was still a seriousness about him that made him slightly intimidating at first glance. There was not question on why the girls still swooned over him.
“Hermione.” Her name came out slowly as if he was trying to get every syllable of her name just right. His entire aura softened as he went over to her with a small smile on his face. “Vhat are you doing here?” He asked though he had a good hunch that he already knew the answer to that question. He was there for the same reason, that stupid marriage law. He was chosen to be the pureblood wizard of Bulgaria. His family was an old one with a long line of powerful magical blood. That back round, his fame, and fortune made him an obvious choice.
“I’m here to be engaged. I was chosen for that marriage law. And I’m guessing that’s why you are here as well.” She said quietly. He nodded to confirm that fact while looking her over. She blushed shifting a little as she felt his eyes looking her up and down. She filled out quiet a bit. Her chest had grown some. Nothing overwhelming, but just right to make her curvy. Her hair looked silkier and farmed her face nicely. She was still so small compared to him physically that she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes. Even after all the pain he knew she dealt with during the Second War her smile was still seemed to brighten up the room.
“Now I am glad to be here. It gives me another chance to see you.” He told the young woman. He was about to say something else when some walked up to him.
“Excuse me for interrupting, but I’m making it my mission to meet all the lovely ladies here.” A tall guy cut in. He was classically handsome. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, and broad shouldered, medium height. “My name is Michael St. Paul. I am zee wizard from France.” He introduced himself to Hermione. She knew that name, but than again who didn’t. He was the wizard known from some of the most powerful wandless magic in the world.
She gave newcomer a polite smile though she really just wanted to ignore him and keep talking to Viktor. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. St. Paul. I’m Hermione Granger.” She said offering him her hand. He took it and gave it a kiss that lingered a bit too long for her liking. Instantly she knew that if she got pair up with this wizard than she would voluntary break her wand. Something about his arrogant charm just made her want to be sick.
He smiled back not noticing her own smile seem a bit forced and frozen in place. Viktor DID notice and had to cough in order to hide a chuckle. “Miss. Granger I ave a feeling zat you will become zee next Mrs. Michael St. Paul. Do you not a feel zat connection as well?” he asked her. The poor witch could do nothing but smile politely and look to the Bulgarian Seeker for help. That did no good because he was too busy “coughing”.
“Well it’s been a pleasure meeting you Mr. St. Paul, but I would like to meet the others.” She said trying to get way from the Frenchmen
.
“Zat will not be a problem. I’ll just tell you who zey are. You were the last to arrive and I ave ad a chance to meet everybody.” Michael told her wrapping an arm around her with a smug grin on his face. Hermione’s whole body stiffened and Viktor’s coughing fit suddenly stopped. Michael was blissfully unaware of the sudden change in body language, so he went about telling Hermione who was also was tangled up in the Marriage Law web.
“Over zere is zee Americans. Jason Smith, age 31. He is famous his advances in Animagus transformations. He’s the only person in zee world who can transform into five animals. And zee young woman next to him is Sara Black, age 27. She is famous for coming up with magical ways to make cooking easier and faster. All of zee housewives in America are half in love with her.” He said pointing two people. The man had brown hair cut short. He was about Viktor’s height, but his build was a bit softer. His eyes were forest green behind wire-rimmed glasses, and his skinned showed that he did not see the sun very often. Sara was almost the complete opposite. She shorter, but she was bursting to the brim with a healthy glow. Her eyes and hair were the color of her last name.
Next he pointed to a blond woman who was talking to a brunette. “Zee taller one is Maria St. Paul, my older sister. She is 35 and she like me is famous for wandless magic. It is a talent zat runs in zee family. Zee woman she is talking to is woman from Mexico. Isabella Montoya, age 39.” He said her age like it was a flesh eating virus or something. “She is zee oldest one chosen. She actually started zat new art. You know of Magical Music?” he asked Hermione like she was a small childen who lived under a rock all her life. Magical Music was all about finding the music in things though the series of complicated charms. Objects from nature, like flowers or water, had a tendency to produce prettier music. Man made objects usually sounded like dying animals. It was becoming really a popular art in the Wizarding World. Hermione had a little talent for it, but it was just a hobby.
Finally he pointed to a group of three, two women and a man. “And zen zere is Yoko Takashima, age 22. She is a famous fashion designer. She created the wizarding robes that never wear out. Zey are very popular with Quidditch teams around zee world.” Michael told her. Hermione looked over to Viktor for conformation on this newfound information, but he only shrugged. He was a Seeker whose only goal was to catch the Snitch. He would care less who designed his uniform. “Zee other woman is Irina…”
“Age 31. She is very famous for her abilities in Divination.” Hermione interrupted him. She was really getting tired of him assuming she didn’t know who everyone was. “But why is she here? From what I’ve read she is also famous for making breakthroughs in the lesbian community.” Hermione asked a bit confused.
“Apparently that didn’t matter. It did not matter that I was on a the verge of perhaps curing werewolves, so here I am.” A new voice said. A man just a little taller than Hermione popped out of nowhere and stood to her other side. Hermione’s breath caught in her thought with excitement.
“You’re Yukifuma Shizuma. I’ve read all about you and your advancements in potions. You were the one who created the potion for curing the affects of Memory Charms.” She said excitedly. It had been a huge achievement in the medical world.
Yukifuma chuckled a little, “Yes that was me. It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss. Granger. I have read about you also. You are a credit to all those who fought He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named.” He said giving her a little bow. This made Hermione’s cheeks flame a little. Michael and Viktor noticed this and both scowled a little.
It seemed to like all the men were gathering around her because before long Edward and Jason joined the group. Nobody said much, after all what was there to say? They all just stood there lost in their own thoughts. Hermione looked around the room and noticed something. “Um... where is the wizard from Mexico?” she asked out of the blue.
“He’s the man with Yoko and Irina. Marco Ruiz. His fame is from being…well actually nobody really knows what he’s famous for.” Jason said. All the other guys nodded.
“Hello! Everyone! Could all the selected please sit in those chairs over there so we could get started?” a Ministry official said. Hermione swallowed and her whole body gave a shiver. She felt a big warm hand on her shoulder and she looked up to see Viktor behind her. It was very comforting to know he was there beside her. Together they followed the others to see how their partners would be chosen.
A/N: And that’s were I end for now! Aren’t I evil? I will have the next chapter up sooner than I had this one up. And like always any input you have is most welcome. Until next time everyone!