Chapter two: don't tell me

Ron awoke to find himself aching and nearly choking beneath his blankets. He lifted them up and stared at the chuddley cannons zooming around his ceiling, one of them occassionaly stopping to wave and smile down at him. Ron sighed. He had bought himself and Hermione tickets to watch the cannons against puddlemere united (oliver woods team) on Wednesday (it was currently Monday) maybe even confess his feelings to her there? It had cost him all of the money he had for the next year at Hogwarts, and he thought it would have been worth it. Maybe he could still take Harry? Ron flipped over in his bed and lay face down to find sleep coming over him again.

Hermione stepped out onto the marble fireplace, and stared around the huge white living room. She had know krums family was well off, but this living room was the size of the first level of her whole house!

"heello hermo-ninny" came the strong Bulgarian accent that could only belong to Krum.

"Krum!" Hermione exclaimed, trying to feign excitement and happiness towards him. She flung her arms around the Bulgarian standing on her tiptoes to do so.

"It vas so nice of you to visit hermo-ninny" He pulled Hermione closer to him, so that she was completely pressed against him, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"Erm....well thanks," Hermione managed to get out whislt heaving Krum off of her.

"Vud u like sumving to drink?"

"oh. Yes please," Hermione answered in what she hoped was an enthusiastic voice.

"Follow me through to the kitchen," Krum grunted and motioned her Hermione to follow him. She wandered slowly after him, gazing around the huge yet beautiful house. Hermione thought hard, all this luxury, and she would still rather be at the burrow, which was held together by magic. She sighed and followed Krum into a kitchen which was larger, if possible than the living room.

"Here you go," Krum drawled handing her a glass of what looked like wine.

"Oh no krum, I don't drink ..." Hermione started to explain but then thought, what the hell? It might make her feel more relaxed. It might even make krum look better if she drank enough. Wait no, nothing was that good. She took the wine glass from him and followed him back to the white living room. They sat on a too white for reality sofa and Krum immediately began talking about quidditch. Hermione sighed and retreated to the thoughts in her head, occasionally nodding and trying to look intrigued as to what krum was saying.

Ron kept trying to get her involved in quidditch. He didn't just lecture her about it, and it wasn't all they talked about. She could talk to him about anything and he would confide in her, but then came the sore side of their friendship: their arguing. He couldn't possibly have feelings for her, you couldn't scream at some one you loved like that. They had just recently been talking about going to a game. Hermione subconsciously drained her wine glass and krum automatically refilled it. Hermione noticed Krum wasn't drinking any of his own wine, yet kept topping hers up. Well he was doing most of the talking wasn't he?

As Krum droned on Hermione drank more and more of her wine, until the floor began to spin slightly and Krum was completely out of focus.

"I need...to go....to bed," she said slowly, trying to pronounce each word just right.

"oh okayee then," krum said looking slightly disappointed. Hermione tried to get up but her legs just wouldn't support her, and she fell. Luckily Krums reflexes managed to get his arms to her to hold her up.

"eet is okyee hermoninny I vill carry you," Krum drawled whilst picking her up into his arms like she was as light as a cat. He carried her up a huge marble staircase, at the top of the stairs you could down down three long corridors, one left, one right and one straight ahead. Krum led her down the one to the left, this corridor was also white. He carried her into a huge lilac bedroom, and placed her down onto the huge oak four poster bed that was there.

"Good night hermoninny," Krum said in his monotone voice, and he swooped down or Hermione and gave her a soft passionate kiss on the lips. Hermione lay bolt upright in the bed as she watched Krum retreat out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

He kissed me. My first kiss came from a frowning potato sack. I feel so guilty, I don't know why though, its not like im cheating on Ron is it? But I didn't want to kiss krum, he just made me. Oh well, we have had a lot to drink....... And with that last thought, Hermione fell backwards asleep on the soft feather pillow within seconds.