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Tweak says, "ho ho ho!"

weasley_now (weasley_now) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-05 22:38:00

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character: hermione granger, character: viktor krum

Who: Hermione and Viktor
What: Lunch
Where: Starting at Finnigan's
When: After Battlescars
Rating: SFW

Hermione didn't usually look forward to a Battlescars meeting. She went every week because it was the only way she could make herself feel like she was normal. It was her way of working against the celebrity that many tried to ascribe to her. It was her way of being a part of the every day workings of their world that allowed her to be on the same page as others.

Ron rarely if ever came with her. In fact she felt as if they'd been growing further and further apart. Whether it was his work schedule or her sudden focus on S.P.E.W. initiatives was yet to be seen. While she felt the change in their relationship she didn't feel comfortable talking to Ron about it. It was strange really, they'd been together for all these years and should be at a place where they could talk about anything.

Then she'd heard from Viktor. They'd always been able to talk no matter what was going on in their lives. He was the first person she'd ever told about her feelings toward Ron. Viktor had listened to Hermione and their friendship had grown from there. It was amazing how quickly they'd become accustomed to each other. Truth be told there had been a time when she had actually thought that if Ron never came around she could easily end up with Viktor.

Herimone knew that she ought to feel a twinge of guilt for how eagerly she looked forward to the end of the meeting. She'd even taken time to braid her hair that morning to tame it before slipping into a cute dress with a pink pull over. All through the meeting, she kept running her hand over her hair to make certain there were no stray strands trying to creep out. Finally, they'd finished and after dismissal she quickly made her way down the stairs.

"I hope you haven't been waiting long," she smiled at Viktor as she approached. The meeting had run a little longer than normal and she hated the idea that she'd kept him waiting.

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snitch_snatcher
2014-10-06 03:46 am UTC (link)

Viktor always highly anticpated the time he got to spend with Hermione. Probably too much, especially according to his ex-wife, though it had been many years since he'd allowed himself hope on that front. She lovedthat Ronald, which he couldn't understand completely, but he respected that that was her choice. So he acted like the perfect gentleman and never toed out of line, and considered her his closest friend in many ways.

He'd arrived a little early, as was his wont at least when the children weren't with him. He had thought about attending the meeting but had not wanted to intrude, though he thought he might go sometime to see if it might be something that would apply to him. He ordered a pint of a German beer he favored and waited patiently, eyes toward where he knew she would come out.

He smiled largely when she came down the stairs, admiring her to himself. "Not long at all," he told her. In the grand scheme it wasn't either. He took her hand and gave a little half bow over it, not kissing it only because he knew from many years of things that with her, that way lay temptation. "How vas your meeting?" He guided her toward the out of the main path table he'd found for them.

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weasley_now
2014-10-06 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Hermione had kept only one thing from Ron all these years. Her letters to and from Viktor. When they'd begun to write again after the war she and Ron had a giant fight over the correspondence. She'd finally been able to use Viktor's marriage to squelch the argument. Of course, when the papers had reported the divorce Ron's glares had begun again and Hermione had decided it was simply easier to tell Ron that they had stopped writing than to open the door for further resistance. Of course the journals meant that their conversations would come to light again, but that was a bridge she'd cross when it presented itself.

When Viktor took her hand Hermione felt a familiar old shiver run down her spine. Sure, she'd always had an inkling toward Ron, but if she had to list her first love it would have been Viktor. Those feelings never truly went away. Fortunately she'd been able to lock them away in the back of her mind.

As they walked toward the table Viktor had chosen for them she pulled her hand away and used it to readjust the way her bag sat on her shoulder. "Productive as always," she stated as much as she dare. "How are the children?"