Title: For Her Honor
Inspiration: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Others included: Numerous from the movie (Several I've named myself, since the movie didn't specify)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and the Harry Potter world are property of JKR. I make no money from this and greatly thank the author for making characters wonderful enough that our imaginations have gone wild with them!
Warning: Rated M for stuff I've got planned for later
Notes: I've based my fanfic from the movie, not the book. This whole thing has been swimming in my head since I watched the movie about 50 times while at work (I used the DVD to check video-feed on laptops). Quite a few of the characters I use in my story weren't given names in the movie, so I just grabbed them from a website describing meanings behind names. That being said, enjoy and don't forget to review please!

Sitting in his bunk deep within the Durmstrang ship, Viktor Krum pulled his boots on and yawned the sleep from his jaw. It had been a long trip, though considerably shortened via the ship's magical properties. Still, the time difference between Scandinavia and their destination in Scotland was messing with his sleep schedule. If there was one thing he kept religious track of, it was his training. Even this short interruption for the formalities of their arrival had set his teeth on edge. He had a set schedule of Quidditch practice, meals, sleep, and getting all of his studies done. After all, a young athlete doesn't stay young forever, and he needed some semblance of knowledge beyond the flight path of a snitch if he wasn't to starve in his golden years. He'd never had trouble finding time for all of these things in the past, as well as throwing in time with his Durmstrang and Quidditch brothers every so often. But when the announcement of the Tri-Wizard tournament had come, all eyes in the room turned to the favored prodigy of HighMaster Karkaroff. So it was decided without him saying a word that he would accompany the group to be chosen for the journey.

A swift rapping at his door snapped Viktor to attention as though he'd been sitting on a tack. Immediately he was standing straight, shoulders square, and heels clicked together. "Da," he replied to the knock. When Karkaroff's assistant, Yan Nankov opened the door to step in, Viktor relaxed instantly.

"Just keeping you on your toes," the newcomer said through a grin. Several years Viktor's senior, Yan had a slightly thicker goatee and was permitted to grow his hair out, as he was not an actual student at Durmstrang, but he still shared Viktor's Bulgarian heritage and possessed the broad shoulders, square jaw, and dark eyes. Those eyes now hinted towards a hidden excitement.

"Da, since you know only Karkaroff bothers to knock anymore," Viktor replied on a smirk, as he turned towards the mirror to ensure the school uniform he wore sat flat and neat.

"We are almost d'ere, my friend. Mikhail is in da crow's nest now." Yan watched as his friend took a steadying breath, the type Viktor always took before a big match or something else of great importance. Tossing a glance over his shoulder to ensure no lingering ears were near, Yan still lowered his voice slightly before speaking again. "Would you haff come anyways?"

Viktor seemed to contemplate the question as he picked up his overcoat and hat, not looking at his friend for several moments. When he had his coat on his shoulders and his hat in hand, he turned his dark eyes back to Yan. "You've become my best friend over the past years, ever since Karkaroff took interest in me five years ago and I was by his side almost as much as you. You know as well as I d'at I would haff come even if he hadn't made da decision for me. Perhaps it is choice. Perhaps it is destiny. Either way," he continued as he pulled his hat on over his neatly shorn hair, "da glory of winning da Tournament is more d'an I could ever hope for in da pitch." With that, Viktor placed his right hand on Yan's right shoulder, the elder doing the same. You are a good friend, Yan. To you alone I tell d'ese t'ings." Yan gave a nod as they stood locked together for a moment just long enough mean something to the best friends.

Just as the two each took their hands back, a commanding voice echoed throughout the ship. "Prepare for surface!"

"D'at would be my cue," Viktor said as he turned towards the door. Yan promptly held the door for him, squaring his shoulders, clicking his heels, and throwing his nose as high in the air as he possibly could without breaking his own neck. Viktor let out a short chuckle before giving his friend a mock punch in the shoulder, smirking at his faux formalities. "Come on." As Viktor left, Yan grinned and followed, waving a hand to snuff the candles in Viktor's room before closing the door.