The Sixth Conclave.
The first time he sees her, she is in the Library, her bushy head just visible behind the books. Occasionally, she looks up to glare at the raucous girls surrounding Krum. Rolling her eyes, she returns to her work. A particularly loud giggle finally results in her packing her stuff haphazardly and barrelling out, her book load not appearing to hinder her pace.
The next time, she is strolling by the Lake… with Krum, surprisingly. She is gesturing animatedly towards the Castle, undoubtedly telling him facts from Hogwarts: A History, her favourite book he has heard.
The third time, she is looking up Quidditch books. That peaks his interest as he knows she despises the sport. A crease appears on her forehead as he observes her, and he realises that she truly cannot make sense of the text, so he decides to help her.
"I never knew you were interested in Quidditch, or Krum?" he teases, lips quirking slightly upward.
"How did you know? Not ever Harry and Ron know."
"I have my ways... Anyway, about Quidditch?"
"This Wonky Faint thing…"
"See, the thing is…"
The forth time he sees her, she is enthusiastically debating Quidditch with Ron. He smirks inwardly.
The fifth time, they are practising ballroom dancing before the Yule Ball. It so happens that they both are without partners.
"Partner me?" he asks. She nods, smiling slightly. She is good dancer, he notes.
The sixth time, they are in the Library again. She seems oddly distracted from her beloved books.
"The Ball is coming!" he says cheerily.
"I need a favour. I can't ask Ron and Harry. They wouldn't understand."
He is secretly pleased that she thought to ask him.
"Krum's been hinting actually… but I don't know… I think you would know how…"
She stands up abruptly, facing him.
"Can you teach me how to kiss?" Her cheeks flame, but she looks at him resolutely. He is stunned, but sees her dilemma.
"Okay," his own voice answers, surprising himself. "Er… Well…" Leaning towards her, and tilting his head, he gently presses his lips against hers. "Like that."
"Oh! I bet I was really bad." She bites her lip.
"As the saying goes: Practice makes perfect," he murmurs, bending down once more.