When you draw or write on your skin it appears on your soulmate's too.

Hermione liked to know exactly what she needed to do, and when. And she found that writing the most immediate task on the back of her hand helped her to remember what she was supposed to be doing once she got to the library.

What was a little distracting, however, was the letters that showed up on her arms at random. Sometimes they seemed to be in response to her homework. But the little notes and drawings, usually technical in nature, were fascinating. Even if she didn't understand them at all.

She discovered with a little research that the letters were Bulgarian. And so, she, at the age of eleven, started learning Bulgarian. Along with everything else.

Years later, at the quidditch world cup, she found that Ireland was playing Bulgaria. It was the wizarding event in the UK that year. She was excited to be going, but found herself on the floor of her room, scribbling on her arm.

Are you going to be going to the world cup? She wrote.

Yes, came a response just a few moments later. There was a pause and then the words continued. You don't normally write in Bulgarian.

Usually when I write on my arm it's just for me. But I wanted to know who you were. I don't even know why your writing keeps showing up on my arm.

My mother says that when someone has a soulmate, you're connected in a way that's hard to explain. And this seems to be one of those connections.

Hermione paused before wiping off the ink on her arm so she would have more space. A soulmate. She hadn't expected anything like that.

So, what does this mean? That we're destined to meet and fall in love?

No. Soulmates don't always meet. And you always have a choice in who you love. But I like to think that if you're lucky enough to have one, you would at least get to know them.

Fair enough. So, I guess you're going to be rooting for Bulgaria to win.

I have to.

My friends are all going to be rooting for Ireland. After all, we live in England.

That makes sense. If I see a girl in Irish colours with Bulgarian words down her arms, I will come over and say hello.

How do you know I'm a girl?

Soulmates always wind up being two people who could love each other. Since I have no attraction to men, you must be a girl. Not to mention that you wrote something about how stupid boys are, some time ago.

That makes sense. I hope I do see you there.

I think you will. You just might not know it's me.

She put the pen down and smiled. She still had a few things left to pack before the Weasley's picked her up since she was going to be going to the train station with them after the match. She'd meant to pack before, but had gotten sidetracked.

Why she had even wanted to talk to the person who was the reason for the words on her arm wasn't something she wanted to admit. But she guessed she had always wanted to. But her Bulgarian wasn't particularly good.

And she did want to meet him. She wasn't sure he looked like, other than the fact that unless he washed his arm off, it would be covered in writing. And as long as she didn't wash the words she'd written off her arm, no amount of scrubbing would make his come off. She'd learnt that the hard way.

She threw the last few things in her trunk. Satisfied that everything was in order, she bounced downstairs to wait for the Weasleys to arrive. She couldn't wait.

A/N: So this is going to be the first rather long Viktor/Hermione story. I'm excited. But I need to find a copy of Goblet of Fire to make sure that I don't have character inconsistencies. My copy is with my mother in Missouri. And I'm in Utah. Ahh.