After Harry explained to Hermione about Ron saying he was going to asked her to the ball, before Seamus had, and said something to Seamus to get him to call off going with her, she felt much worse about agreeing to go with Krum. Harry, of course, reminded her that she should feel bad.

"Just don't tell Ron Krum ever asked you, and tell Krum you can't go with him, before Ron finds out. I don't think Ron deserves to be cancelled on." he said.

"I know," Hermione agreed, "I don't think so, either."

"I still don't understand how you could've just forgotten Ron," Harry scolded her.

"I know, I know," She sighed, "I told you, I just got really . . . flustered around Viktor, and I was surprised that he was even talking to me, let alone asking me to the ball! I mean, if Fleur Delacour asked Ron to the ball, don't you think he would say yes, despite him already having asked me?"

"That's different," Harry argued, "She's part veela, and there's no chance of her ever asking him to the ball. Ever."

"Who's part veela?"

Harry and Hermione both looked up and saw, none other than, Ron himself, standing at the foot of the stairs.

He then raised his eyebrows, "Are you talking about Fleur Delacour? 'Cause I knew she was part veela!"

"Yeah," Harry answered quickly, "I found out she was. Guess you were right."

"See?" Ron said to Hermione, "She is part veela!"

Hermione was about to make some sort of retort, due to force of habbit, but thought about it and instead said, "Yeah, Ron, guess you were right."

Ron opened his mouth, a comback forming in his brain, but then closed it, processing what Hermione had said, "You're . . . not going to argue with me?"

Hermione just shrugged and said, "What's there to argue about? You were right, Fleur's part veela."

He kept a confused expression on his face for several moments, then he smirked, "Wow," he said, "maybe I should ask you to a ball every week . . ."

This made Harry chuckle, and Hermione blush and smile.

"So, who would Fleur never ask to the ball?"

"Oh, um, Seamus," Harry said.

"Oh? What were guys talking about?" he asked.

"Nothing." Hermione said autimatically.

Ron did not ask more questions, because he assumed they had been talking about Seamus canceling on Hermione, and figured that talking about it more, might upset her.

"So, was Dean able to beat you at chess?" Harry asked.

"Of course not," Ron said smugly, "No one can beat me at chess."

"Well, at least you have that . . ." Harry teased.

"Oh, shut up . . ." Ron said, but otherwise laughed. Then he turned to Hermione, who had already buried her nose in a book, "You're still studying? Weren't you just in the library?"

Hermione's stomach turned, "Yeah . . . but this is a good book. Besides, I think I'm just going to go up to bed . . . good night." she closed her book, leaving it on the on the couch, and went upstairs.

When she was gone, Ron looked at the book. It was Numerology and Grammatica. "She thinks that's a good book?" he said, skeptically.

"Well, that's Hermione for you," Harry said.

"I think I need to do something about my dress robes." Ron said suddenly.

"What about your dress robes?"

"Well you saw them, they're awful! I can't go in them. Do you think there's any way of . . . I dunno, transfiguring them or anything?"

"Maybe. Why don't you ask Hermione? She's the smartest person we know."

"Yeah," Ron agreed, "I think I will ask her about it."

The next morning, at breakfast, when Hermione got to the table, Harry asked her quietly, "So, what are planning on doing today?"

"Yes!" Hermione snapped, "I know what I have to do! You've told me several times now!"

"Okay, okay. It's just that I would know how Ron felt if he found out that you just forgot about him."

"I told you, I feel really bad about it."

"I know, but . . . you couldn't just say 'no?'"

"I'm going to tell him I can't go with him, alright? So you can drop it!"

Harry furrowed his brow, "Do you . . . want to go with Krum?"

Hermione paused for a moment, "Well . . . no, not if Ron asked me first. I just wasn't thinking straight. It's all going to be fine . . . as long as Ron doesn't find out . . ."

After they finished breakfast, Hermione was lucky ehough to see Krum, alone, walking out of the Great Hall. She would have probably lost her nerve if he was around his friends.

"Um, h-hello, uh, Viktor," she stuttered, approaching him.

"Ah, hello, Herm-own-ninny," he replied, smiling at her.

Hermione had to keep herself from correcting his pronunciation of her name. Instead, she decided to get straight to the point, "Um, I just, er, wanted to tell you that, I can't actually . . . go to the, er, ball with you. I'm sorry."

Viktor gave her a confused look, "I do not understand . . ? Are you making a joke . . ?"

"Uh, no. Before you asked, I had already agreed to go with someone else, I just . . . forgot about them. I'm sorry. I'm sure plenty of other girls would love to go with you."

Viktor still looked confused, and stared at her for moment. Eventually, though, he just sighed and said, "Alright," and walked away from her.

Hermione was a bit bemused as to why he didn't seem all that angry, but for the most part she was just relieved.

Then as she turned around, smiling to herself, she spotted Ron, walking toward the great hall.

"Were you just talking to Viktor Krum?" He asked in awe.

"Uh-er-yeah," Hermione answered, her face going pink, "He-uh-actually just asked me to the-uh-ball-just now. I-er-said no-of course . . ." she added.

"Viktor Krum asked you to the ball?" then realizing how that sounded, he said, "That didn't sound-I didn't mean-it's just-he's Viktor Krum -you know?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but said, "It's fine Ron. I was surprised too."

Suddenly, Ron asked, "Why didn't you say yes?"

Hermione opened her mouth, then furrowed her brow, "I-wha-you-why would I? I'm going with you, aren't I?"

Ron thought for a moment, "Yeah," he said, "But-I mean-it's Viktor Krum! I would've said yes if he asked me . . ."

Hermione laughed at this idea, but then just shook her head and said, "Maybe he's a famous quidditch star to you, Ron, but to me he's just a normal person . . ."

Though, she wasn't exactly thinking that the night before when she became so flustered around him she forgot that she was already going to the ball with someone else-but Ron didn't need to know that . . .


so, if you are actually one of the people that was reading the original copy of this (which is like a million to 1 chance) then, yes, i did change the ending a bit

also, this story probably wont be update in a while, so ... i mean, you could always go read some of my other stories, but hey, no pressure ... ~_^

also, also i am not, and was not, working on this story, i was just going through my files and realized i did, in fact, finish this chapter, but never posted it for some reason. i'll probably go back to working on it in the summer, though, so dont think im just abandoning it for good...