After dinner, Hermione and I returned to our room, where Parvati and Emily were waiting anxiously for us.

"There have been rumors flying around this school about what happened at the Quidditch Cup," Emily said quietly.

I groaned.

"He kissed me," I admitted. I knew it's back around to the girls sooner or later.

"You kissed who? I was talking about the death eaters," Emily said looking at me oddly. My face turned pink. "But forget about the death eaters. Who'd you kiss?"

"Malfoy," Parvati and Hermione immediately said.

"Dudes! I could've told her," I complained.

"But you wouldn't have," Parvati said sitting down on her bed. "So we took the liberty of doing it for you."

There was a knock on the door. I walked over and open it, wanting to get away from my rommates for a moment.

"Hello," Harry said smiling at me.

"Hi Cho," I said. His smile faded away. "What do you want?"

"I came to tell you that Viktor Krum is outside the portrait hole looking for you, I could of course tell him to go away," Harry said.

"Viktor Krum? The hot Bulgarian Quidditch player?" Parvati asked jumping to her feet.

"He is so hot," Emily said. I could practically see the drool falling form her mouth.

"He's nice," Hermione said. I turned around and looked at her.

"Nice?" Parvati asked.

"You know Hermione's not hormonally unstable like you two," I said.

"Can we please go meet him with you?" Parvati begged.

"I don't know. . . Weren't you just laying into me about snogging Malfoy?" I asked. I was going to take them but it was nice to see them squirm a little.

"I'm sorry with every fiber of my being. You're beautiful, a gorgeous and perfect and-"

"She already has a big ego. Cut it out," Harry complained. I giggled.

"Come on, but don't act like a bunch of teenies," I said. I walked out my room and go to the portrait hole. I reluctantly open the door. I see Viktor standing out there with a smile. I smile back and stepped out. Hermione, Parvati and Emily stepped out after me.

"Fans?" he asked. I nodded.

"I'm Parvati," Parvati said stepping out in front of me and extending her hand. Viktor shakes it.

"I'm Emily," she says timidly.

"And this is my best friend Hermione. The one who's able to control herself," I said. Viktor chuckled.

"Nice to meet you," Hermione said politely.

"So what's up?" I asked him. He handed me a picture of him with his signature on it.

"For you friend Ronald," he said.

"Oh yeah. I remember asking you for that at the Quidditch cup," I said. "Thanks. He'll really appreciate it."

"Anytime," he said.

"Viktor. . ." Parvati said innocently. He looked up at her. "Can you sign my boob?"

"Uh, excuse Parvati. She's a little hormonal. I guess I'll be seeing you around school," I said. I grabbed Parvati's arm and pulled her back into the Common Room. Hermione and Emily followed.

"I'm sorry. I lost control," Parvati said. "It's just the thoughts I've been thinking and things I would do to him."

"You scare me sometimes. . . Really you do. . ." Hermione said.

The next day I was at breakfast and there were 2 more tables in the Great Hall. I was mildly disappointed, I kind of wanted to eat breakfast with my on again off again buddy Draco, but I thought Cho would probably try to eat with us again so, it was for the best.

I sat with Hermione, Harry and Ron as usual.

Ron was looking over at the Durmstrang table, almost staring at Viktor Krum as if he were a piece of meat. That reminded me that I had the picture in my book bag.

I turned around and went into my bag and pulled it out.

"Ron, here," I said handing it to him.

His eyes widened and lit up.

"Wow. . . I have Viktor Krum's autograph. How'd you get it?" he asked.

"I asked him for it when I was at the Quidditch cup for you," I replied.

"Thank you," he said. "You're my best friend."

"No prob," I said. I look up at Harry who is looking behind him.

"What's up?" he said. I turn and look behind me. Cedric Diggory is standing behind me.

I didn't even know why he was so conceited. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't all that either. . . I was such a liar. Cedric Diggory was a fine piece of Hufflepuff.

"Diggory," I said in a "polite" tone, the same way I'd said hello to Cho yesterday.

"Were you guys going to enter the TriWizard tournament if you were old enough?" he asked.

"Uh, no. I've had one to many near death experiences. I'll pass," I said, even though yesterday I was pissed that I was too young to enter.

"Well I guess so, huh? Anyway, I'm going to enter," Cedric said.

"Really? I hope you win," Hermione said.

"Thanks," Cedric replied, "I'll see you around." Cedric put his hand on top my head and shook my hair around and walked away.

I growled at him as he walked away.

"I really, really, really, hate him," I said fixing my hair.

"You hate everyone," Hermione said. I gasped.

"I do not. I get along the Gryffindors just fine," I said.

"You don't like the other houses Hannah. You don't like Parkinson so every time you see a Slytherin you get all pissed at them. And with the Ravenclaws there's Cho so when you see them you might as well be spitting on them. And you don't like Diggory so it's 'those damn Hufflepuffs'. You don't like anyone," Hermione continued.

"I'm rubber, you're glue. Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you," I said because, yeah, she was right. I was just an unfriendly person who didn't like anyone based upon the people the associated with.

"We still love you even if you are a hater," Harry said.

Later during potions, I wasn't paying attention to Snape. He had given me detention before when I could've been at Hogsmeade on my first date ever with Seamus. Now, I had to wait until the next trip, next month.

I sat drawing circles on my paper, annoyed and frustrated due to my brother's annoying comment, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory and Professor Snape. It must've been National Make-Hannah-Mad Day.

"Hannah," a voice said.

"Piss off," I said. I then realized I was in class. I looked up and saw Professor Snape with a stunned look on his face.

*Well. . . I'm embarrassed. . .*

"Lemme guess, hallway?" I asked. He nodded. I stood up from my seat and walked into the hallway. I closed the door behind me. About five minutes later Professor Snape walked out.

"Have you lost your mind?" he asked furiously.

"I think I have because I would've never said that to a teacher," I replied.

Snape glared down at me.

"Sir I'm serious. I think I was just. . . not thinking," I said. "You know me and I prefer to be irritating in an annoying and cheeky way as opposed to being forward and blunt."

"Well you'll have plenty of time to not think when you're scrubbing down the potions room this evening," Snape said. I groaned.

"But sir-"

"I don't want to hear it Potter. Go back to your seat. If I have anymore disciplinary problems out of you, I will be having a conversation with Professor Dumbledore and I'll see to it that your Hogsmeade privileges are taken away again."

I rolled my eyes and walked back into class. I sat next to Hermione. This was shaping up to be a pretty crummy school year.