Can I Watch You Read?
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Viktor
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
14,426
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Can I Watch You Read?
A short little drabble.
She brushed her hand through her hair in frustration at her Potions essay, the one that she just could not come up with a conclusion for. She mumbled a quiet expletive and put her quill to parchment again, hoping inspiration would strike. A cough from behind her startled her and as she turned, her cheeks turned bright red with a flush as she realized someone had witnessed her wacky behavior.
Viktor looked at the flushed bookworm and smiled. She was everything he was not used to. Her wide brown eyes drew him into their depths, and after his first glance into them he was lost.
“Do you mind if I sit down?” He asked in his thick Bulgarian accent. She shook her head, still in shock that Viktor Krum was talking to her. He sat down at the table and just watched her. She looked at him and then when he said nothing she went back to working on her essay.
*
The next day he found her in the same spot as the day before. Her nose was stuck in a book, and her quill was very carefully holding her hair up in a rather messy bun. He sat down in the chair across from her and watched her.
“Can I vatch you read?” he asked. She glanced up nodded and went back to reading. Simply pretending like there wasn’t a gorgeous Bulgarian sitting across from her simply watching her read. After she had read the same sentence eleven times, she looked up at Viktor and asked him what was going on. He shrugged and continued to study her.
*
She was walking outside in the softly falling snowflakes and thinking about the odd friendship that had formed between her and the Bulgarian seeker. All of a sudden a red rose appeared in front of her, held by a rather masculine hand. She turned around to meet the smiling face of Viktor.
“Vill you go to the dance vith me Herm-own-ninny?” He asked, as his accent grew even thicker. She smiled as she took the rose and nodded yes. Then she surprised herself and Viktor when she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed him gently on the lips. Lingering just long enough to taste a hint of cinnamon and a flavor that was distinctly Viktor.
*
She ran her hands over her robes and looked around the hall for Viktor. He stood up against the wall staring at her once again. This time his eyes were filled with awe and adoration.
“You look beautiful Herm-own-ninny.” He said as he stuck out his arm for her to take. She blushed and looked up at him as she thanked him. Their entrance into the Great Hall was filled with applause and glares from girls of all ages. She didn’t care because Viktor wanted to be with her, which was evident by his not leaving her side the whole night except to get a drink.
*
She smiled as she thought back on that night and the wonderful memories that it evoked in her mind.
“Are you ready, dear?” her father asked her as he looked down at her and smiled.
“I’ve never been more ready for something in my entire life.” She said confidently as they began the long walk through the Great Hall doors and down the aisle. Her wedding dress swished as they walked and the air was filled with a gentle melody. She looked straight ahead at the man before her. The man who had stolen her heart when she was just fifteen years old and had kept it safe ever since, and as she looked at him she laughed to herself. Viktor Krum was once again staring at her, and would be staring at her for the rest of her life.
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The other day i realized that we never find out how the Hermione/Viktor friendship came to be so I decided to remedy that. It's short and hopefully sweet. Let me know what you think. Please, I love reviews, they make me happy.
She brushed her hand through her hair in frustration at her Potions essay, the one that she just could not come up with a conclusion for. She mumbled a quiet expletive and put her quill to parchment again, hoping inspiration would strike. A cough from behind her startled her and as she turned, her cheeks turned bright red with a flush as she realized someone had witnessed her wacky behavior.
Viktor looked at the flushed bookworm and smiled. She was everything he was not used to. Her wide brown eyes drew him into their depths, and after his first glance into them he was lost.
“Do you mind if I sit down?” He asked in his thick Bulgarian accent. She shook her head, still in shock that Viktor Krum was talking to her. He sat down at the table and just watched her. She looked at him and then when he said nothing she went back to working on her essay.
*
The next day he found her in the same spot as the day before. Her nose was stuck in a book, and her quill was very carefully holding her hair up in a rather messy bun. He sat down in the chair across from her and watched her.
“Can I vatch you read?” he asked. She glanced up nodded and went back to reading. Simply pretending like there wasn’t a gorgeous Bulgarian sitting across from her simply watching her read. After she had read the same sentence eleven times, she looked up at Viktor and asked him what was going on. He shrugged and continued to study her.
*
She was walking outside in the softly falling snowflakes and thinking about the odd friendship that had formed between her and the Bulgarian seeker. All of a sudden a red rose appeared in front of her, held by a rather masculine hand. She turned around to meet the smiling face of Viktor.
“Vill you go to the dance vith me Herm-own-ninny?” He asked, as his accent grew even thicker. She smiled as she took the rose and nodded yes. Then she surprised herself and Viktor when she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed him gently on the lips. Lingering just long enough to taste a hint of cinnamon and a flavor that was distinctly Viktor.
*
She ran her hands over her robes and looked around the hall for Viktor. He stood up against the wall staring at her once again. This time his eyes were filled with awe and adoration.
“You look beautiful Herm-own-ninny.” He said as he stuck out his arm for her to take. She blushed and looked up at him as she thanked him. Their entrance into the Great Hall was filled with applause and glares from girls of all ages. She didn’t care because Viktor wanted to be with her, which was evident by his not leaving her side the whole night except to get a drink.
*
She smiled as she thought back on that night and the wonderful memories that it evoked in her mind.
“Are you ready, dear?” her father asked her as he looked down at her and smiled.
“I’ve never been more ready for something in my entire life.” She said confidently as they began the long walk through the Great Hall doors and down the aisle. Her wedding dress swished as they walked and the air was filled with a gentle melody. She looked straight ahead at the man before her. The man who had stolen her heart when she was just fifteen years old and had kept it safe ever since, and as she looked at him she laughed to herself. Viktor Krum was once again staring at her, and would be staring at her for the rest of her life.
*************
The other day i realized that we never find out how the Hermione/Viktor friendship came to be so I decided to remedy that. It's short and hopefully sweet. Let me know what you think. Please, I love reviews, they make me happy.