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A/N: Well, this is a little angsty too. And a little short, but not as short as some of the other ones.

But, I hope you enjoy. And please review!

Viktor Krum;

I was kind of nervous.

After all, I understood what a catch she was. I understood that she was both beautiful and smart, and that I was just some guy.

Yes, even famous Quidditch players got nervous sometimes.

And I was kind of nervous.

I'd tried to talk to her before, and I didn't know how to now. I just knew I had to ask her before someone else did. For all I knew, she was already going with someone. So, I had to. Now or never, right?

And I knew where to find her.

Slowly, I opened the door of the library.

It took me a few minutes to find her, her nose buried in a book in the Transfiguration section.

It took me a few more minutes to gather the courage to ask her.

She looked up at me, surprised by my presence. Her deep brown eyes were wide with shock.

And I didn't know quite how to ask her.

Did I get down on one knee? Give her a flower? Just ask her outright? I was suddenly afraid. I had no idea what to say.

She evidently didn't know what to say either. She'd never had a conversation with me before, so maybe this was just tremendously awkward.

I'd always been there, though, in the library. And although, I was there to keep up my studies, and enjoy a different school's library, the real reason I was there was her.

I admired her dedication to her studies. I admired the way she was always at the second table on the east side, with the sun hitting her hair and turning it gold.

Simply, I admired her.

And her brown eyes were very deep as she looked at me in curiosity and confusion.

And, so, in a rush of words, I just asked her.

And she looked at me, entirely in shock.

It seemed as if she froze for a moment, and there was something in her eyes that said no. That maybe there was someone else.

And I was okay with that. But I still cared about her.

But then she smiled. A tiny, shy smile.

"Yes," she whispered.

And I entirely forgot the look in her eyes a moment ago, because what mattered to me was the quiet joy in them then.

And so, a moment later, I left that aisle of the shelves, triumphant and happy. And I ran right into a blonde boy in Slytherin robes, rushing out of the aisle beside mine.

I apologized quickly, but he just glared at me with grey eyes like thunder. And it was at that point that I noticed the tears gathering them, and the way his mouth twisted with hurt.

He shoved past me, and as he left the library, I noticed the red rose he dropped at the door.