Disclaimer: I really do not own Harry Potter. Sigh.

Ok, so this is my first Harry Potter fan fic. So don’t hate it to much!

This is kind of a weird 4th book side story. They are so OOC in this!

Pairings: Viktor Krum/Hermione VK/HG

WARNING: M for Language, Underage and Non-Underage Drinking, and a very brief mention of Suicide,

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…there's always one reason

to feel not good enough

and it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

oh beautiful release

memory seeps from my veins

let me be empty

and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight…

-- Angel, Sarah McLachlan

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The rocks glistened in the moon light. The snow had just touched the hard ground and the lake was shining. But the bench she chose to sit on was far from the castle, and almost completely covered by bushes.

Hermione took a sip of the poisoning liquid in her hand. The dark bottle contained some substance that’s name was unknown,most likely firewhiskey but it was damn powerful. After she had finished more then half of it, she was damn-right drunk.

She sighed. Why! Why did this have to happen now! Why the fuck now! She had been looking so forward to her fourth year at Hogwarts, and then it all came crashing down.

Everything was going wrong. It all started when they had entered the great hall for the first time that year….

Flashback…

“I would like you all to welcome the students of the Durmstag Wizarding School.” Dumbledore’s voice rang throughout the great hall. The doors flew open and many boys and only a couple of girls came through. The boys were all tall and muscular. All the students had to be at least 17 or 18. And they were all covered in furs and coats since they came from the North. Leading the pack was their head master and that seeker from the Bulgarian Quittich team.

“What was his name? Oh yeah, Viktor Krum.” Hermione thought. “Ron, shut your mouth. Your drooling.” She turned to the red head besides her.

“H-Hermione! Th-that’s Viktor Krum!”
“I am quite aware Ronald.” She sighed. Why must he get all caught up with these quittich players any way. Hold on. Someone was watching her. She turned to see who it was. It was Krum.

End Flashback….

“Ah, but then it was the damn Tri-Wizard tournament. Oh what joy!” Hermione squealed in her drunken state. “Ugh, Harry was picked and he and Ron were in such a fight!Ahaha.” She laughed again. “And still are!”

She took a sip of the liquid. “And don’t get me started on the fucking Yule Ball! Oh, Hermione,” She said in a mocking high voice. “You don’t have a date do you? Well, no! I don’t suppose you do!” She dropped the voice. “Who would want to go with a fucking troll like you? Aaaaaaah!” She yelled as she threw the bottle at the nearest rock. “Shit, now I’m thirsty.”

She pulled out her wand and muttered something under her breath. The bottle came back together and the alcohol was replaced as well. She muttered something again and it flew into her hand. “Mmmmm.” She said as she took a sip. “You know, I could kill my self. It would be a lot easier then drinking into freaking oblivion. I could…I could…” She put her hand to her head. “I could, hang myself, or cast some sorta spell. Or use a muggle thing like a gun! I could I could!” But she was interrupted by someone.

“Herm-own-ninny? Iz that you?”

“Oh, fuck off K-k-Krum!” She yelled as she fell off the bench.

“Herm-own-ninny! Vhy are you on floor?” He bent over her and pulled her up by her arms.

“I said f-fu… Oh forget it.” She replied as she was placed on the bench.

They had not met much before. But he did know a little about her. What he did know was that when he first saw her in the Great Hall and then in the library, she was different from all the girls that followed him. She was special.

“Vhy are you here?”

“I dunno. Why are you here?”

“I take a valk tonight. And then run into you.”

“A walk at midnight?”

“Yes. Only time vhen annoying girls leave me alone.” She knew he was talking about his little ‘fan club’. The ones that followed him around everywhere he went. She also knew it was because of his fame and fortune. Not his looks. You could say he was hot, but the truth was, he had a rough face with a crooked nose. But for some reason, it suited him

“Vhy are you acting funny?” He glanced at the bottle in her hands. “Herm-own-ninny! Vhy do you drink this? You are to young!” He snatched it away from her, and to her surprise, took a sip. “Vhere did you get this?”

“I-I can’t remember.” He took another sip. “Hey! Why do you get to drink it and not me?!”

“I am eighteen. Vhat age are you?”

“F-fourteen.” She mumbled.

“Zee? I am older. I can do vhat I vant.” She grabbed the bottle.

“A-and I d-don’t care.” She slurred and took a sip.

“But I do.” He said trying to get the bottle.

“C-care abut me, or g-getting a drink?”

Finally grabbing the bottle he said, “both.” And took a sip.

“W-why do you need t-t drink?”

“Vhy do you slur vords?”

“I a-already had m-most of the bott-bott-bottle. Why do you need to drink?”

“Just need to. Vhy?”

“I f-f-forgot why.” She smiled.

“You smile.”

“S-so?”

“It is pretty.”

“Oh, um, th-thank you.” She said as she blushed a little. “W-why are you h-here?”

“I already…”

“No. Why did you come and talk to me? A-and steal my drink.” She mumbled the last part. “W-why didn’t you just keep on walking?”

“Vhy?” He could feel his head start to buzz. But he did not care and took another sip. “I c-cared.”

“Now i-it’s you who is s-s-sl-slurring your words.”

“You s-still slur.” Now the alcohol was pounding in his head.

What they did not realize was that their faces had somehow become only inches she realized and became embarresed.

“Oh, I-I…” She managed to say before their his lips came crashing down on hers. But she did not pull back. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she deepened the kiss anyway. Her lips parted giving his tongue entrance inside her's. When they parted he could not help but laugh.

“W-what is so funny?”

“That vas first kiss no?”

“Um, y-yes,” She became alarmed. “W-why? Was it bad?” She knew he had to have been with other women before. Being famous and all.

“N-no. It vas very good.” He smiled. Something people rarely saw him do. Then he kissed her again. But even deeper this time.

“V-Viktor.” She moaned.

He did not know why but hearing her say his name made him very turned on. He slipped his hands under the back of her her shirt. She slipped from next to him and onto his lap.

They could both feel a bulge building in his pants. He knew he would lose control soon. He was down-right drunk but knew he could not take advantage of her like this. “Herm-own-ninny I no can do this.” She looked up at him.

“Y-you don’t want me?”

“N-no. I do. But-but you are to young.”

“Oh!” She got up. “Now you tell me! A-after you steal my v-very fist kiss that I am to fucking young for you?!”

“No! It is no like that! I no care about age normally, only care because y-you are to young for this.”

“I am t-to young to kiss, or-or m-make out?”

“No, to young for vhat come next. Vhat you make me vant to do!” She caught what he meant and blushed a little. "You are no ready.”

“I can say when I am fucking r-ready or not! Thank you!”

“No. No ready because to young. Vhen I virst, vell, you know, I vas 17. No 14.”

“Oh, I-I see. B-but. You will leave me after tonight! W-won’t you? ‘Cause-‘cause you c-can’t sh-shag me!”

“No I vill no leave you.” He stood up next to her. Taking her chin with his thumb and index finger he said. “I vill never leave you. And I vill vait vor you to be ready as vell.” He kissed her once again. They parted. “I vill vait vorever for you.”

“G-good.” She hooked her arms around his neck. “Before we go…can I have another drink?”

“No Herm-own-ninny…”

“P-pease? How mush more dunk could I g-get?” Now she was really saying her words strange.

He sighed. How could he refuse her? She looked so nice with her bushy brown hair carelessly hanging over her shoulders and shinning in the moon light. Her face pure and innocent. Her skin warm and soft. “Fine. One more.” She took a sip and handed it to him.

“F-finsh it.”

He obeyed and drained it. “Come. I take you to castle.”

“No. To t-tired to walk.”
“Vell then, I carry you.” He picked her up bridal style and began to walk back to the castle.

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When they had almost reached the Gryffindor rooms, he put her down. “Herm-own-ninny. Vhat is password.”

“I-I can’t tell you that!”

“Ok, then go on your own.”

“J-just take me to the fatty.”

“Vatty?”

“The picture that g-guards our door is a fat lady.”

“Oh.” They reached the portrait.

“P-password?” The lady asked half asleep/

Hermione mumbled something under her breath. The picture swung open.

“G-good night V-Viktor.”

“Good night my engel ljubvn.”

“W-what?”

“My lovely angel.”

“Oh. N-night.” She said before giving him a quick peck on the lips, and shutting the painting.

“You know, you should dump your date for the Yule Ball and take her.”

Viktor jumped back before her realized it was just the Fat Lady. “I no ask anyone yet.”

“Good. Take her.” The lady mumbled before drifting back to sleep.

“Do not vorry," He whispered. "There is no one else I vould rather go vith."

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Ok! That is it! I hope you liked it and were not offended or anything like that!

A review would really help ‘cause this is my first HP fic!

Until next time

CaNdY