Viktor Krum

Library Longing || Hermione & Viktor

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His request seemed a bit odd to her, if he really needed help locating a volume, Madam Pince would have no trouble helping him find it. It was the added few words at the end that made her raise an eyebrow, wondering what could be so secretive he couldn’t entrust it to Hogwarts’ librarian. But then she heard the giggles, saw him glancing over his shoulders, looking almost annoyed, that she understood it may be something he didn’t want the giggling idiots to find out about. She shot them a withering glare and nodded at him, feeling a bit more sympathetic. Of course he chose a profession that had him in the public eye but she doubted anyone, save from Malfoy, would enjoy being followed like this.

"Oh, uhm. sure. What do you need?" She tapped her parchment with her wand, making sure no one would be able to copy off her in her absence and focussed her attention back on Viktor. She really hoped he wouldn’t ask her about the egg or anything that had to do with the tournament. He must have seen her with Harry and maybe he thought she’d succumb to his charms and tell him everything she knew about the task and Harry’s strengths and weaknesses. Well, if that was the case, he’d have a better shot with Ron.

"I won’t help you find anything to help you figuring out your egg. If that’s what you were after." There. Better to let him know straight away than to let him believe she’d be willing to help him find anything. She was loyal to Harry. Always had been, always would be.

#mionelovescrookshanks #verse: viktor hungry #para: library longing

The small glare sent towards the girls giggling behind his back by the brilliant girl before him sent a rush of affection through him. That fire in her eyes, without her even having to speak - said so many things all at once. Things he wished he could hear from her mind. A mind which, no doubt was a fascinating place. He'd seen how much she loved the books surrounding her (though there had been a few days where she'd seemed more frustrated with them), and how engrossed she always ended up being while sitting hunched over them for lengthy periods of time. In many ways, watching her read was as wonderful as watching a Quidditch match. Like art in motion. Something you observe, but do not interrupt. Had it not been for his fears of her being snatched away by another male, he would not have interrupted today.

"Ah, vell--" Viktor's words cut off, his body seizing up with nerves as he attempted to push out what he wanted to say. He'd been so distracted with his internal struggle that he nearly missed the sharp warning she'd given him. Deep set eyes widening, he shook his head quickly. "No, it is not about the Tournament. Vell, it is but--" Another nervous glance was thrown behind his shoulder and he shook his head as he rounded the table.

Keeping his voice as low as he possibly could while remaining at a volume where the younger girl could hear him, he breathed out the words he needed to say. They weren't the main ones he'd been preparing for so long - but he couldn't say those words within earshot of the other girls. "Could you show me books on dancing?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound as insecure as he currently felt. It was no secret to the world that he was not the best on his feet. Needing a book on dancing was... not entirely the craziest thing to request. And, if he could work up the courage to ask - what better place than in the section of books about dancing? He just hoped that if Hermione agreed, the other girls would not follow.

“Oh, er, a couple of years.”

[ it was a little bit surreal, talking to the best seeker in the world about his own playing ability. ]

"Just for fun. I’m nothing flash."

[ Viktor couldn't help but size up the other male. Next year would be a new cup, with new competition. Would he end up being one of them? ]

"I see. Vell, perhaps one day I vill see you fly as vell."

[[ So, I definitely need to apologize. Those who followed/looked at my Killian Jones blog probably saw that I went on a hiatus, but since I've decided to put him on a perma hiatus, I've swapped Krum onto a new blog bc I definitely want to revive him and keep him lively! The world cup today helped so much, so if you wanna plot or anything, just poke me~ I'll be replying to everything in my drafts, and I'm very sorry for the wait! ]]

#out of world cups

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towinthecup | Wedding Encounters

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Joyous rhythm filled the air with constant low and high notes. Yes, the mood surrounding them all was quite enjoyable and enthusiastic. It completely shielded from the reality of dark times quickly approaching. Tapping her leg along to the sound, Mary gave a sigh. Her eyes danced with the many people enjoying themselves on the main floor. She yearned to join badly, but sadly, her family’s graceful dancing had skipped over Mary’s genes.

Giving a sigh, the girl decided to speak to the sudden shift towards her right. “The bride look quite beautiful doesn’t she? It’s a very beautiful gown.”

#verse: viktor hungry #hopefulpuppet #thread: wedding encounters

Viktor had been excited to come to Fleur's wedding for many reasons. First and foremost of course, he was genuinely happy that the French woman had found her true love. Many may have whispered about how the beauty could do better than a man with such a scarred face - but to Viktor, that's what made the marriage all the more special. If someone as beautiful as Fleur could find happiness in someone not so beautiful... perhaps out there someone could love him with or without his reputation attached. As if on queue, the second reason for his excitement crossed his line of vision.

Hermione, dancing with her boyfriend. Funny, Viktor had always thought Harry would be his competition, but it seemed the red haired boy had been the one to truly watch out for. A slight frown crossed his lips at this thought, which was tugged away by someone speaking beside him. Taking in the words, Viktor forced himself to nod. "Yes, though I think she vould shine even in a sack, truly."

"I hope this goes to show, no one is too old to win the cup."

#open #verse: once more #i am so emotional rn and krum has been quiet #but now he's so loud #and so emotional #and we're btoh basically a mess rn

[ if potter didn’t, cedric really thought he should. talent like that ought not to be wasted. ]

“I don’t know, honestly.”

[ a pause. he was hardly of the same calibre as potter and krum himself. ]

"Yeah, I’m a Seeker too."

[ Viktor couldn't help but have his eyebrow raise slightly at the news of Diggory also being a Seeker. Very interesting... ]

"Really? How long have you played?"

#out of world cups #maybe he can achieve his dream finally?#something tells me he won't #which is kind of crushing #but there's still hope #now if i could get him to do his replies #i'd be a v happy camper

[[ since i somehow didn't post about it yesterday??? viktor is still v pleased with himself for winning bulgaria the match yesterday ]]

Library Longing || Hermione & Viktor

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Hermione hadn’t been able to focus much in the library as of late, he was always there, and wherever he went, so did the flock of girls that always seemed to be following him. They were never able to be completely quiet and he always sat at a table near her. Glaring at the girls didn’t seem to help much, it only fueled their whispers and giggles and they nearly always had an excuse ready for Madam Pince not to throw them out. She had been looking forward to the tournament, for the chance to learn more about foreign wizarding cultures other than from a book. She thought she might get along with the Beauxbatons students, she knew some french and she hadn’t used it in a long while. But they kept mostly to themselves, moving in groups, closed off to the Hogwarts students. The Durmstrang students had taken a liking to the Slytherins, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, she wasn’t about to sit at the Slytherin table to discuss their lesson plan. Add that to the fact that Harry’s name had come out of the Goblet of Fire and she found herself more on edge than ever. He’d come out of the first task alive, but he didn’t seem in much of a hurry to figure out the second task, something that annoyed her to no end. And everyone in school, including Ron, was talking about the fact that the great Viktor Krum was at Hogwarts. She’d only learned about his existence when they were attending the World Cup, and while there was no denying that he was a good Quidditch player, it simply didn’t interest her enough to care. He was just another student, one that had girls following him around, guys asking for autographs and flying tips and one that disturbed her peace when she was trying to study. She had to admit though, he didn’t seem very interested in his admirers male or female and she mostly saw him by himself, in the library, maybe fame wasn’t for him, maybe he was like Harry in that aspect. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t intrigue her a little. But right now, she was annoyed. He was in the library once again, girls doing a poor job of hiding behind the bookcases and she felt watched. She couldn’t focus when she felt someone’s eyes burning on her and when she looked up, he quickly looked away. Twice. After the third time, she slammed her book closed with a loud thud and turned towards him. "Yes? Can I help you?”

#mionelovescrookshanks #verse: viktor hungry #para: library longing

A strange pitfall of a feeling burst through Viktor's stomach at hearing the girls annoyed voice directed at someone. Looking up at her, he saw that she was undeniably looking at him. So it seemed his subtle glances had not been quite as well hidden as he would have liked. Pursing his lips, Viktor nearly lost the nerve he'd been spending weeks building up upon. Never in his life had he come across a female who would react in such a way, save for those who wished the Bulgarian team to fail during the World Cup.

"Maybe," he replied after a moment. Just the sound of his voice caused the girls hiding in the bookshelves behind him to giggle though there was a rushed whisper as well. One he couldn't hear well enough to translate. Pursing his lips, Viktor closed the book he had not been reading before rising from his seat. If he were going to ask her, he wanted to do so in private. "You know this library better than anyone," he commented lightly as he crossed the space between their tables, standing across the way from her as to not be too close.

Would she reject him? There was always that chance that she could shrug him off to the librarian, showing she was not the least bit interested in spending time with him. "There is something I am needing," he tried to explain, keeping his voice low enough that hopefully the girls would not hear. "Something I am sure you would help me with most." Viktor just needed to get her away from the crowd of girls. How could he do so without raising suspicion in the intelligent girl? "But it is... most secret," he added at last with a hesitant glance over his shoulder, indicating that what he had to request was not for others ears.

Viktor hoped that she would not have heard the slight wobble of his words caused by the nervous feeling in his stomach. All of the assurances from his fellow students did nothing in the way of helping him here. This girl did not see him as others had. Now, standing before her, he could feel just how likely the chance was that she would decline his offer to attend the ball with him. He would do his best however, as he always did in his life. If he lost his chance to go to the ball with her, it would only be because fate deemed it so. Not because he himself had not tried his very best.

“Seeker.”

[ he held a lot of respect for potter’s playing ability. the boy was a natural, and had it not been for certain outstanding circumstances the previous year, cedric knew he wouldn’t have gotten to the snitch first. ]

“He was the youngest House player in a hundred years.”

[ just as he expected. such natural, raw talent. in many ways it reminded viktor of himself. ]

"Does he have hopes to play professionally?"

"Have you played before?"

[ something in diggory's voice made viktor think perhaps he had. or at least, that the other champion was a fan of the sport. ]

“He’s good, isn’t he?”

[ he didn’t need to look outside to know what Krum was talking about. even after his own performance, Bagman’s commentary made him feel ill. ]

"Very."

"Vat position does he play?"

[ it was obvious the boy played Quidditch, Viktor could see it in his technique. were he to place a bet upon a position, he would say seeker. Viktor could practically see the glint in Potter's eye as the boy focused on his dragon. ]

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Stanislav Ianevski as Viktor Krum

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from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Yule Ball scene)

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[ curiously, Viktor pulled back the tents flap to see what Potter was doing with his dragon ]

"Vell, that is impressive."

[ the words were muttered, assuming no one would care to listen to him for the moment ]