"When you're fifteen and someone tells you he loves you, you gotta believe him.."
Hermione was never the popular, pretty, rich, or high class girl in school. Rather, she was the nerdy, frumpy, and "socially challenged" girl her age. Obviously, she had never had boy problems since no boys ever really noticed her aside from picking on her, and besides Harry and Ron of course! When she suddenly had many suitors wanting her to agree to go the ball with her, this was a great surprise. This whole fiasco of boy vs. boy for Hermione started when a certain quidditch player took intrest in out little Hermione.
HERMIONE'S POV
(Setting: The arrival of the Beauxbaton Academy for Girls and Durmstrang Institute; All Gryffindor students are outside on the balconies, screaming and applauding at the foreign students as they enter the school grounds. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are in the middle of the large crowd screaming and waving and applauding as the Beauxbaton students fly in their carriage.)
"This is bloody awesome Harry!," Ron yelled over the yelling and cheering crowd," THE Viktor Krum is inside that big bulgarian boat in the lake! A national quidditch player is actually staying at our school for a couple of months! Maybe I can get his autograph!" I rolled my eyes at the excitement in the boys' eyes over someone just a couple years older than us who happens to be good at quidditch. I think it is only acceptable to act that excited over someone if it happens to be the author of a book like The Beedle and the Bard.
"You guys, hush down! We have to go to the Grand Hall to get our seats so we can actually SEE the our guests when they arrive!" I tugged at Harry and he followed me, issuing Ron to also follow. When it came time in the Great Hall for our newcomers to arrive and make their rehearsed entrance, everyone was silent. First, the all female school made their entrance first, swaying to beautiful music and using magic to make mini fireworks and temporary works of art in the air. As I looked around, not all that impressed, I realized literally every single boy from Hogwarts was staring at the girls, one by the name of Fluer Delecor in particular. I shrugged this off, annoyed how all boys were so selfish but when it came to a pretty girl, they would be willing to do anything for her, regardless of who she was and how well they knew her. After the Beauxbaton students made their way through and sat down, the male students from Durmstrang came through the middle of the Hall, making a song using wooden sticks hitting against the ground. All the boys looked amazed and admired these older boys, and all of the girls stared dreamily at them. Even though I think it is silly and slightly inapropriate when I find girls staring at the same guy, I found myself staring at who Harry pointed out to be, Viktor Krum. He looked at me for a second and my heart stopped for a moment, but I assured myself it was really nothing.
Later that week while Ron and Harry were serving yet another detention for Professor Snape, I sat beside the lake, a ways from where the Durmstrang ship was, and read yet another book, just curious for more information on defensive spells. This book happened to be about Bulgarian-made spells with little biographies about the maker of the spells. While I was only about halfway through the book, I heard someone call something that sounded like my name. I looked up and saw Viktor Krum walking towards me. I smiled and put my book down. "Can I sit with you?" he said, with the strong Bulgarian accent I had learned to understand from listening to his headmaster talk. "Yeah, here let me mover my books." I said as I nervously threw my books onto the other side on my, trying to hide the fact that my hands were shaking with excitement and nervousness. "I know you are Eer-minnie Gr-anjer because your headmaster says that you are his best student and the "brightest witch of your age". I also think you are very pretty." I blushed throughout his whole introduction but extremely blushed an looked away from the last I felt my cheeks feel normal, I looked back at him and smiled. "Thank you. And I know you because you are a famous quidditch player, and my best friends are obsessing over the fact that you are in the same building as them for most of the day." His face eased up and he flashed a humble smile. "Yes, playing national quidditch and going to school is very hard though, but tell your friends that I would like to meet them sometime." I told him they would like that and we sat in silence for a few moments.
"What book are you reading? The author's name looks familiar." "Andrei Aleksandar." I replied, at the sound of his name, Viktor's face lit up. "Yes, I know of him! We read his books for school, and he is very popular author in my country. I read his books all the time!" My face eased into a bright smile and at the sight of mine, his smile also grew. "So, do you hear of Yule Ball coming up? It is very important and I would like to take you. I find you very interesting and beautiful." Oh. My. God. My face felt warm again and I wiggled my toes around in my shoes. Once I was able to breathe again, I shook my head up and down and finally spit out the words, "Yes, I would love to."
Soon after, he stated that he had to go meet with his headmaster and he hugged me good-bye. After he hugged me and walked away, I stood there, frozen. So many things were running through my mind, yet it felt empty at the same time. I was so happy, but I decided not to tell Harry or any of the girls in my dorm, for fear of either not being believed or for being teased by Harry and Ron. Noticing the sun was setting and it was getting dark, I retreated to the common room to hopefully finish this book. If I could only focus.