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Ok so I know I said this would be a one-shot. but I got some great reviews and praise and decided to give this a few more chapters. It's probably going to become OC. but it is not a GoF complaint.

thanks to everyone that reviewed the last chapter. and on with the story....

I arrived at breakfast later than usual the morninng after the Yule Ball, hoping to avoid Ron and having to discuss our argument. Unfortunately he was thinking the same thing, and we arrived in the Common Room from our dormitories at exactly the same time. I pretended I didn't see him at first.

"Hey Seamus!" I said brightly, waving to Seamus Finnigan who was a few paces behind Ron. Seamus looked confused.

"Uh, hi." He waved back, somewhat half-heartedly. I rolled my eyes at Seamus' hopeless acting, and strode past Ron trying to look as confident and carless as I could. He looked at me, his mouth half open. Something sparked in his eyes; disappointment? Regret? Who could guess? I didn't want a bar of it. He had had his chance, and he'd missed it.

At breakfast Harry sat between us, but I could tell Ron was looking over at me when he thought I couldn't see. I tried to hide behind my copy of the Daily Prophet and pretend I wasn't thinking about the previous night. It didn't work. I couldn't help myself from stealing glances at him every now and then. He wasn't even reacting! It was like I didn't exist, to him.

"Okay, seriously, what's going on with you guys?" Harry asked abruptly.

I jumped, coming out of my reverie. "What? Sorry, Harry, I missed what you said."

Harry looked exasperated. "I just asked three times if someone can please pass me the pumpkin juice."

"Oh, yeah, sorry." I replied absently, reaching for the jug which contained the pumpkin juice. Ron reached for it at exactly the same time, and our hands brushed. I drew my hand back, as if electrocuted. So did Ron.

"Okay, what's up? Don't think I haven't noticed you two acting strangely." Harry said, getting the pumpkin juice himself.

"Nothing's up." Ron said, his ears turning red.

"Yeah nothing." I said, blushing.

"Yeah right." Harry said. "Whatever it is, work it out please. It's getting boring."

"Oh yeah? Try telling that to Ron." I stated, suddenly angry. "I'll see you later." I said with a last scathing look at Ron, before exiting the Great Hall. I got halfway up the staircase when a voice stopped me from behind.

"Er-my-knee." Came the thick accent of Viktor Krum. Great. Just the person I needed to see right now. Not. I turned around slowly.

"Viktor! Hi!" I said, trying to sound pleased to see him. I didn't convince myself, but he seemed satisfied.

"Er-my-knee. I just vanted to say, how I had such a great time wiv you last night. And you looked beautiful, as alvays." He said taking my hand and kissing it. Yeugh, Viktor Krum was so over the top! Did have to actually kiss my hand, in public? This wasn't the middle ages, didn't he know? I felt slightly mean thinking this, Viktor Krum was very nice after all, but I felt bad for Ron. Viktor bowed to me and continued up the stairs. I looked at his retreating back and turned just in time to see Ron look at me and turn away. There was definitely disappointment in his eyes this time.

That's the end of that chapter. thanks for reading. thank you to lucywatson for being tres cool.

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