Chapter 8 – Hermione Krum

The war had ended a little over 1 year ago. A lot had changed in time. The number of bodies discovered under the rubbles increasing daily for almost two weeks, had made a lot of us realize that life was short, that if we wanted something or someone, we should go after it.

I always knew what I wanted to do after Hogwarts, or at least I thought I did. I wanted to work in the ministry, and after a few years, campaign to become the Wizarding World's first female and first muggle-born minister. But after the Battle of Hogwarts, a lot changed for me.

I had decided to go for a walk, when I came across his body. His pulse was weak. After first, I wasn't sure if I was imagining things or not, because I'd watch him die, but there he was with a very weak pulse.

I cast every healing spell I knew of and then I levitated him in the hair and hurried towards the Whomping Willow, casting a quick "Immobolus" to freeze the tree. I carried him up the stairs, laying him on the bed. I conjured my Patronus and sent for Neville and Luna.

At first, they weren't sure, why I was helping him, but I asked them to trust me and that I would explain everything as soon as he was stable.

Neville had always been brilliant with Herbology, so he summoned his material, making all the required potions. Luna and I quickly made it for the school, breaking into Professor's Snape inventory, shrinking everything and taking them back to the tree.

We set up the place, after casting all sorts of cleaning spells. We cleaned and organized the place, and then we got to work. And while we worked, I told them about everything Harry had told us. It was then, that the three of us made our pact. We were going to save Professor Snape, no matter what.

It has been a little over one year since that fateful night, and so much has changed. Neville, Luna and I are all apprentices under Severus; for Potions and Defence Against Dark Arts. Neville is also doing a Herbology apprenticeship with Professor Sprout, while Luna and I decided to volunteer-work at the infirmary.

It was about two months after the war that I ran into him again, Viktor Krum, and he asked me out. I accepted it, without hesitation. There was always something about him that I liked. He didn't think lowly of my studious ways, in fact, he liked that I was a "know-it-all". I always thought that had I not been confused about my feeling towards Ronald, I would've pursued my relationship with Viktor, so given a second chance, I took it.

It's been a little over nine months, and we are still going strong. I've never been happier. He travels a lot because of his career, but it works out well for us, because I have a lot to do myself. Viktor was the first person I told about Severus and he agreed to help, saying that he trusted me, "if you think he is a good man, then he is a good man" He had said to me. His trust in me, made me realize in that moment, that he was the one I wanted to spend my life with, and now I am going to.

"Harry James Potter, I'm going to kill you! Did you know? Why didn't you warn me" I yelled at my best friend, in mock anger. I was upset, a little, but not angry. "I looked like an idiot."

"I promised Viktor. I'm a man of my words" the little devil had the audacity to smirk at me.

"Why you little shit! You made me aparate to an international Quidditch game, in my PJs, scared out of mind for his safety, and you dare mock me?!"

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. I actually think it was romantic."

"Shut up, Pansy! You're not helping!"

"Whatever, Granger, let me see the ring!"

"So bossy! If you want to see my ring, you need to ask nicely, Parkinson."

Oh yeah, Viktor proposed to me last night, after his game, the first game of the season after the war. Harry had called in telling me there was an accident and I just dropped everything and apparated to the field, breaking a few laws and humiliating myself completely. After realizing I was tricked, I was so angry, but all my anger disappeared, replaced with confusion, when Viktor handed me the Snitch. "Open it," he whispered. I did, only to gasp, when I found the delicate diamond ring inside. When I looked up, he was on his knees, asking me to marry him.

It was the most emotional moment of my life, I was angry for the trick, but I felt so alive and happy, and before I knew it, I was crying and squealing, in his arms, whispering a happy yes into his ears.

"HERMIONE! SHE'S DONE IT AGAIN! HAVE YOU SEEN THE DAILY PROPHET? That woman has a death with," my cousin, Stiles Stilinski, shouted as he came bursting into the room, "I mean really, why did you release her from that jar? Look here!"

I looked down. I was on the front page, in my PJs. "I'm going to kill that woman!"

Author's note:

Here is another one. I have papers due Friday. I should be working on them, not doing this.

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