“He asked me right after he’d pulled me out of the lake,” Hermione muttered. […] He sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to -“
“And what did you say?” said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding “And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else,” Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her.

a little something for you to consider: poly kromione

things that you can’t see on this picture, but they are definitely there: 1.) hermione is standing on her tiptoes bc she is tiny; 2.) viktor is wearing one of the trademark weasley sweaters (with a letter “v”, obviously)

Slytherins in a relationship

- One kiss will bring you to your knees
- Private lovers, not big on PDA
- Slow to fall in love
- Very guarded, it would take a while to get to know them
- Best conversations because they are very intelligent
- Not afraid to talk about big issues that people don’t usually like to talk about
- Very opinionated and political
- Socialites and aristocrats
- Prefer expensive and proper dates
- Hard to impress, but once you do you’ll have their full attention
- They can’t stop thinking about their partners but would never say it out loud
- Observe before speaking, able to keep calm in a fight
- Most likely to stay up late and watch their partner sleep, late risers
- Expect and demand certain qualities in a relationship but it’s just to protect their heart
- Will be quick to leave a relationship if they are not satisfied
- Excellent bedroom lovers, usually pay more attention to the needs and wants of their partner before their own satisfaction
- If they find a partner who can handle them, they would die protecting them
- Can be hard on their children but it’s because they only want the best


“How did she know Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer? … Madam Pomfrey gave us both blankets and then he sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to — And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else.


Three schools. Three Champions and… a love triangle? 

Something went wrong. Terribly wrong. A fourth year Hogwarts student, Hermione Granger, was chosen by the Goblet of Fire as a Champion of her school. Veela Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons Champion, chose her as her mate. To make matters worse, the Durmstrang Champion, Viktor Krum, also fell in love with Hermione. A possessive Veela and a jealous famous Quidditch player… can they put aside their differences when the girl they both love is in danger?

just little krumione things
  • hermione doesn’t believe viktor when he first asks her out
  • like, she’s frumpy and he’s a heartthrob
  • it’s not logical. it makes zero sense. it has to be a cruel prank
  • but he’s sweet and funny and remembers the small things
  • like how she’ll instinctively dog-ear the books at the library, but then fold them back into place because they’re too fragile
  • or that she hates the color pink because it reminds her of home, of the parents she misses so much
  • he tells her about his home, and she tells him about hers, and sometimes she wonders where how someone so sweet could be so brutal
  • and his heart beats like a snitch before she agrees to go to the yule ball with him
  • she doesn’t believe that he thinks she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but by the gods she is
  • and it’s short-lived, and it’s complicated
  • but it’s simple too
  • because he’s just a boy from a village who can fly well and she’s just a girl with a heart as big as her mind
  • and they had forever, for a moment
Say It With Me

Ron does not ‘deserve’ Hermione. Harry does not 'deserve’ Hermione. Draco does not 'deserve’ Hermione. Krum does not 'deserve’ Hermione. No one 'deserves’ Hermione. Hermione is not a commodity that goes to the highest bidder. Hermione is a strong, independent woman whose relationships should be based on compatibility, and mutual love. Hermione Granger is not a trophy, and you should understand that, no matter who you ship her with.

Viktor Krum was a lucky lucky man. He had the riches, the career, the women, and anything else any self respecting twenty two year old man would want. He was a professional quidditch player for the national team! Women hung on his every word, men wished they could be him. So why was he so lonely? He attended a different party every night, had a new girl every week. He had just signed on to the Tornado’s starting lineup for next season, with a 10 thousand galleon advance. So, he asked himself again, Why was he so lonely? Often times he felt like he could scream and no one would hear him.

Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, and one third of the Golden Trio. She had everything. Fame, Riches, Brains, Men throwing themselves at her. She wanted none of it. What she wanted was to be left alone. For the daily prophet to forget she existed instead of the daily headlines, guessing at who she would choose. Harry or Ron? Neither! They were her brothers, They were her family. How could the rest of the wizarding world expect them to be anything more? It made her stomach turn even thinking about it. So she found herself thinking about leaving the UK in the year following the war. She had received numerous offers from MACUSA to come work in their research department. They had the number one research facility for Magical and Mental Diseases, it called to her. Maybe she would discover something to reverse the memory charm she had placed on her parents.

Two weeks later her bags were packed and she was ready to start a new life in New York. She had said her goodbyes to everyone. Harry had been sad but had understood her desire to leave. Ron had thrown a fit that would have rivaled even Lavender Brown, he had called her selfish, had accused her of trying to hurt him on purpose. “But what about me, what about us?” He had asked. “I wasn’t aware there was an us, Ronald.” she had answered back. That had set him off, he had screamed, cried, even threatened her. That’s when she had left. He had always assumed that she would just come to him, that she somehow belonged to him. Well she was Hermione Granger and the only person she belonged to was herself. They hadn’t spoken a word to eachother since.

She’d been in New York for almost a year now and she couldn’t ever remember being happier. No one knew her here, there was no reporters following her every move, there was just herself and her research. She was content.

She was now soaking in her bathtub and relaxing, thinking about everything that had led her here. She looked at her watch and was stunned to find that she had lost track of time. She now had an hour to get ready for the ministry’s annual Christmas ball. The first she’d ever be attending.

Climbing out of the bath tub she instantly set to work. Her hair would take the most time so she decided to get that out of the way first. She cast some relaxing charms, as well as using a taming potion Ginny had sent her. Her make up was next, she really hated the stuff, but she applied some lip gloss and mascara, leaving her face natural. That left her with 15 minutes to get dressed and get to the ministry building. Thank Merlin for the floo. She had arrived with five minutes to spare, deciding that she deserved a reward for getting there in time, she walked over to the bar and ordered a fire whisky.

Viktor Krum had been invited to the American ministry’s annual Christmas party. He had no interest in attending, but his manager had insisted that it would do him well to be seen mingling with the International wizarding community, and so he found himself in the MACUSA building, clutching at a flute of champagne wishing it was something stronger. He did so hate the politics that came with these parties. He was staring off into space when a beautiful set of legs had entered his line of sight ( he considered himself a leg man, after all. ) He started from her black pumps with the signature red soles, tracing up the olive toned skin, going up her mile long legs, to the red dress that stopped a few inches above her knees. It hugged every curve of her body, but left him wanting to see more. His eyes traveled all the way up until they reached a beautifully familiar face.

“Hermione?” He could not believe that he was seeing her here after all of these years, she was just as beautiful as he remembered. She flinched at the sound of her name. Who could possibly know her here? Halfway around the world. The heavily accented voice stirred something in the deep recesses of her memory. Suddenly, she remembered the broad chest and the soft lips that accompanied that tell tale Bulgarian accent. She looked over, eyes wide, not daring to believe that he was here. She had thought about him a lot, he seemed to cross her mind every couple of weeks. Unbeknownst to her, he had never stopped thinking about her. Ever since those days of the triwizard tournament, in the confines of hogwarts library.

“Viktor? I can’t believe it!” she leaned into him and hugged him. She had missed his arms, more then even she realized. He hugged her back, inhaling deeply, her scent had not changed in the last 5 years. She still smelled like old parchment, crisp apples, and cinnamon. That scent had stuck with him, he had missed her terribly, she was what he had needed. She was the reason he could never seem to find happiness with any other woman.

The night passed swimmingly after their chance encounter. They danced and laughed. Reminisced and got to know eachother all over again. They posed for pictures and Viktor had informed the reporters that he was off the market. Finally, as the music died down and the American minister announced the end of a successful Christmas ball, Hermione grabbed Viktors hand and led him to the out going floos. She had never been one of those girls, who invited a man back to her bed after one night. But this man was different, he had known her since she was 14, had embraced her studious side, had told her she was beautiful before she had learned how to tame her hair and had fixed her teeth. No, this was no ordinary man. This was the man she wanted, and she would have him.

Viktor, with a smile on his face, had let himself be led away. He promised himself he would not let her walk out of his life this time. She was what he had longed for all along, and have her he would.