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After all the excitement with the Tri-Wizard tournament, Hermione was exhausted. This had been her last year at Hogwarts, as a student that is. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do really, other than travel the world and visit places she had only dreamed of, and collect knowledge and buy books from around the world.

The thought excited her, she loved books. She had been living in a small muggle apartment in London, her entire living room space dedicated to books and learning. Harry and Ron had gone on some unknown adventure. Ron and she had not ended on such good terms.

He had professed his love to her, but then decided to treat her like his property. She would NOT tolerate being anyone's property. When she tried to ask Harry to talk to him about it, he was too busy with the tournament to help. So she ended up spending that time with Viktor.

She looked at her feet and laughed, 'I haven't heard from Viktor in a long time'. She blushed at the memory of being swept onto the dancefloor in his strong arms, of her head leaning against his chest, how he smelled, and ohhhh his kisses! His lips so soft and gentle, despite his appearance, tingling sensations left on her lips as his broke contact.

A knock on her door sounded, she was startled out of her chair and her memories shattered as reality set in. "I am a 23 year old woman", she said aloud, "I shouldn't be flustered by such things anymore." She answered the door; it was a very important looking man.

She looked him up and down; he was thin, with mousy brown hair and glasses.

"Ms. Granger?" He asked, looking at her expectantly.

"Yes, that's me."

He appeared to be very bored, letting out a long drawn out sigh as he shuffled through some papers. He handed her a manila envelope with her name and address scrolled in expressive letters. 'How curious…' she thought, 'the only people who know my address are Dumbledore, my parents, and Harry'.

Opening the packet she immediately recognized the hand writing, it was Dumbledore. Sighing under her breath, she ponders, "What does he want I wonder?"

Her eyes scanned over the contents of the packet, there was a round trip ticket to Bulgaria, a passport with her picture in it, a hotel key, and a letter. She sat the contents aside, focusing on the letter. This should explain what this is all about.

Dearest Hermione,

I have not heard from you in a long time, child. Recently a group of Bulgarian scouts came looking for persons to invite for a study-abroad trip. They requested that the student be female, and had been out of school for a few years. I naturally thought of you. I feel that you would benefit greatly from this opportunistic experience, and that it would be something you would grow to enjoy. However, they specifically requested that said student must "stay at the preferred hotel, and spend her time in activities deemed worthwhile" during the stay. You would be accompanied by a few of the Bulgarian graduates, to make sure your safe keeping during this trip. If you accept this offer of a new knowledge base to sink into, send back a note saying "yes". And if not return this packet back to me.

Sincerely yours,

Dumbledore.

"Whoa" she stated as she sunk into the chair once more, taking it all in.

The man at the door cleared his throat, "What are you sending Ms.?"

She quickly jumped up off the chair and scribbled a note to send back. The post man walked away, sighing again like standing there waiting for her note was the most exhausting task he would complete all day.

Her excitement soon got the best of her, would she see Viktor again? What would she learn? Are there any bookstores or libraries nearby? She fumbled around with the contents of the packet, realizing that the date on the ticket was for tomorrow!

That excitement soon turned to panic as she realized how unprepared she was for such a trip. Rushing around her flat, she packed her suitcase. Finally, she collapsed on her bed, exhausted. No sooner had she settled in, than an owl scratched at her window. She opened it, letting the owl inside. The letter was wrapped in ruby red parchment, with a Durmstrang ribbon attached. Curious…

This letter was written in an unfamiliar handwriting, and the grammar was absolutely atrocious.

Hermione,

I have not set eyes on you since the Triwizard Tournament. I got confirmation at your acceptance of study abroad. Would like to see you. Would you like to meet me for a drink or just to catch up?

Krum.

Below was an address and a time.

Her heart soared. Everything was happening so fast! Not only was she given the opportunity of a lifetime, but she also gets to see her old flame! And maybe the flame is still there? She blushed at the thought. Laying down, her head sinking into the pillow, she let sleep take her.