In the Hogwarts Library.
It was so quiet that the rustling of parchment pages and the sound of Madam Pince's feather duster could be heard.
Hermione was sitting at a long table by a window, organizing her thick notes on "Dragon-Slaying Champion Syndrome" and trying to cross-check them against theories from Muggle psychology.
A tall figure sat down opposite her, casting a shadow.
Hermione looked up and saw Viktor Krum.
He gently set the Ancient Runes book Hermione had lent him on the table.
Then he spoke in the calm tone of someone seeking knowledge:
"Hermione, I've thought for a long time about what you said at the bottom of the lake that day."
"You said I pursued pure strength because of my inner cowardice. I don't entirely agree, but I... am beginning to understand."
Hermione listened quietly without interrupting him.
Krum pointed to a passage in the book about an ancient rune of power.
"Strength is like this ancient rune. In itself, it has no meaning."
He spoke slowly, as though confirming his own thinking.
"It's the rules assigned to it and the intent behind its use that ultimately determine its value. Is that right?"
Hermione looked up, gazing at the man before her in surprise.
His eyes no longer held the infatuation and admiration of the Yule Ball, nor the confusion and anger he had shown at the bottom of the lake.
There was a clear, searching curiosity in them, like that of someone who had met a worthy opponent.
"Yes, Viktor."
An incredibly radiant, heartfelt smile blossomed on Hermione's face.
"You're becoming something more powerful than a Quidditch Seeker."
She spoke solemnly, emphasizing every word.
"A thinker."
Inside Dumbledore's office, the scent of sweets was as pleasant as ever.
"Albus! You must give me an explanation!"
Karkaroff