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The next morning, Ron woke early, grinning from ear to freckled ear. He couldn't help but replay the events of the previous night over and over in his head. With a satisfied sigh, he kicked off the bedcovers and prepared for the day ahead.

He strode down the spiral staircase, practically skipping. He didn't realize that he was headed for a collision.

"Oof!"

"Ron!!!" squealed an obviously female voice.

"Sorry, Parvati," he muttered sheepishly, recognizing the high-pitched squeal instantly. He leaned over and hastily began helping her with her books.

"No, it's okay." She said softly, brushing the hair out of her eyes. Ron noticed that she was being nicer-much nicer-than usual.

"Walk me to breakfast?" She asked with a small, welcoming smile.

"Er…sure." He looked around for Hermione, hoping for an excuse not to take the most annoying fifth-year girl down to breakfast.

But little did he know that Hermione was watching him…and she wasn't pleased.

To Ron's great dislike, Hermione avoided him all day long, although he hadn't the slightest clue why. It was only on the way to dinner when she began talking to him again.


"Look, Ron, I saw what happened this morning with Parvati, and-"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh, give me a break, Hermione! I don't have any feelings for that twit!"

Hermione's face was beet red, partly from embarrassment, partly from anger.

"Don't you-" she stopped in mid-sentence, her mouth slightly open in shock. She seemed to be looking over Ron's shoulder, towards the entrance hall.

Ron looked. It was none other than Viktor Krum, more duck-footed and surly-looking than ever.

"I haff come back, Herm-o-ninny!" He said, approaching Hermione with a huge bouquet of flowers.