Harry and Hermione: I trust you

Chapter eleven

But Krum wasn't ready to give up just yet, his persistence bordering on insistence. "Think about it, Hermione," he said, his tone imploring. "I can show you a side of magic you've never seen before."

Hermione's resolve wavered as Krum continued to press her, his words stirring a sense of curiosity within her. But before she could respond, Harry stepped forward, his expression protective and determined.

"Leave her alone, Krum," Harry said, his voice firm. "She's made her choice, and she's going with me."

Krum's eyes narrowed at Harry's words, but he backed off, his expression unreadable. "Very well," he said finally, his tone tinged with disappointment. "But don't say I didn't warn you, Hermione."

With a final nod, Krum turned and walked away, leaving Hermione feeling shaken and uncertain. But as she turned to Harry, she found strength and reassurance in his unwavering support, grateful for the love and loyalty that bound them together.

As the days passed and the Yule Ball drew nearer, tension hung thick at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves in the library, poring over books in preparation for the upcoming tasks of the Triwizard Tournament. But their focus was shattered when Viktor Krum approached them, his expression unreadable.

"Hermione," Krum said, his voice grave, "I need to speak with you."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat at the seriousness in Krum's tone, her mind racing with apprehension. "What is it, Viktor?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

But before Krum could respond, a commotion erupted from across the library. Students gasped and whispered as they watched a scene unfold before their eyes—a scene that would shake Hogwarts to its core.

Draco Malfoy, flanked by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle, stood before a trembling Hagrid, a look of malicious triumph etched upon his features. "I knew it!" Malfoy sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're the one who brought that dragon to Hogwarts, aren't you?"

Hagrid's face paled at the accusation, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

But Malfoy wasn't about to back down, his sneer growing more pronounced with each passing moment. "Don't play dumb, Hagrid," he spat, his tone laced with malice. "We all know you're hiding something. And I'm going to make sure everyone finds out."

The library erupted into chaos as students whispered and murmured amongst themselves, casting accusatory glances at Hagrid. But amidst the confusion, Hermione's mind was racing, piecing together the puzzle before her.

"Viktor," she said, turning to Krum with a sense of urgency, "we need to talk—now."

With a nod of understanding, Krum followed Hermione out of the library, leaving Harry and Ron to exchange worried glances. Something sinister was at play, and they were determined to uncover the truth before it was too late.

As Hermione and Viktor stepped into a secluded corner of the castle grounds, a sense of unease settled over her like a heavy shroud. She could feel Viktor's eyes on her, his gaze burning with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

"Viktor, I want you to stay away from me I have a-" Hermione was cut off, 

But before she said what she wanted to say, Viktor lunged forward, his movements swift and aggressive. His hands grasped her shoulders with a forceful grip, pinning her against the cold stone wall behind her.

"Viktor, stop!" Hermione cried out, her heart pounding in her chest as panic surged through her veins.

But Viktor paid no heed to her pleas, his eyes darkening with a predatory glint. With a rough motion, he pressed his lips against hers, his kiss demanding and invasive.