Ok, here's Hermione's view of the previous conversation. It doesn't include the argument with Ron after potions, but starts when she's at dinner. I hope it doesn't get too confusing!

TELLING RON AND HARRY – Hermione.

Hermione sat by herself at dinner; there was no sign of Ron or Harry. Not that she minded Ron not being there, after what they had just argued about. He was so pig headed at times. He had spent so much time worrying about finding a good looking girl, that he had missed the blindingly obvious solution to his problem. Not that she would have said yes following his comments earlier in the week.

Hermione sighed. She couldn't say yes now, anyway, now she was going with Viktor. He had asked her that morning, in the library. It was very sweet, but quite embarrassing at the same time. In fact, the whole situation had made Hermione thankful that she was a girl and didn't have to cope with the asking situation.

She had thought Viktor's frequent visits to the library were odd – even though he had a basic command of English, she didn't think he would be able to understand most of the books in Hogwarts. And his constant fan club only served to distract Hermione from her reading. She had gone there before breakfast to return her book on antidotes, and had been rather surprised to see Viktor had got there before her.

She had handed her book back to Madam Pince, and was walking out of the library when she sensed someone behind her. She turned, to see Viktor approaching her.

'Hello Viktor,' she had said.

'Good Morning, Hermy-own.'

Hermione had tried to explain the correct pronunciation to Viktor before, but clearly it was a difficult pronunciation for the Bulgarian.

'I am vundering, may I ask you something?'

'Of course,' she had answered.

'Vud you like to go to the ball vith me?'

He had looked apprehensive, which was quite a feat for someone of his stature and build.

Hermione had been quite shocked by this question. She hadn't expected to be asked by anyone, let alone an international Quidditch star! But did she want to go with Viktor? She hardly knew him. But then again, the people she knew hadn't thought to ask her.

'Thank you Viktor, that would be nice.' After all, what she had gathered about him from conversations in the library, he seemed to be a nice person.

He had smiled at her reply, transforming his dark face.

'Well, I had better go to breakfast, otherwise I'll be late for my classes.'

'Of course. I shall see you soon, Hermy-own.'

Hermione had smiled, and left the library.

Even thinking about it now made her feel a bit light headed. She had been asked to the ball! Twice in one day, and before her room mate. Thinking of and Parvati caused Hermione to smile smugly. She and Lavender would be so jealous! Hermione rolled her eyes at herself. She was above that sort of thing. That was Ron's attitude about the opposite sex.

Hermione finished her dinner, and headed back to the common room. The next hurdle would be telling Ron and Harry. She had told Ginny at lunch time, but it was easier, talking to a girl about that sort of thing. Besides, she didn't think she could take the teasing about her going to the ball with a high profile player from a sport she couldn't even play.

As she climbed through the portrait hole, she saw Harry, Ron and Ginny sitting round a table in the far corner. The boys were both laughing and Ginny looked annoyed about something. Hermione's stomach flipped. She hadn't told them about Viktor, had she?

'Why weren't you two at dinner?' she asked, trying to keep her voice normal. Harry and Ron continued to laugh.

'Because – oh shut up laughing, you two – because they've both just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!' explained Ginny, not putting much effort into hiding the grin that was spreading across her face.

That put a stop to their laughing. Well, it serves them right, thought Hermione. With their, well, Ron's, attitude they don't deserve partners for the ball. And at least they don't know about Viktor... yet.

'Thanks a bunch, Ginny' Ron said, sourly.

'All the good looking ones taken, Ron?' said Hermione, scathingly. Well, he had it coming. Waiting all this time to find a good looking girl when there were plenty of nice people right under his nose. And asking Fleur, of all people'Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now is she? Well, I'm sure you'll find someone somewhere who'll have you.' Hermione didn't hide the sarcasm in her comment.

But Ron didn't appear to be listening. He was staring straight at her, with a strange expression on his face.

'Hermione, Neville's right – you are a girl...'

'Oh, well spotted,' Hermione snapped, icily. Fantastic! As if he wasn't in her bad books enough already, he had to go and make a stupid, insensitive comment like that! Of course she was a girl – what had he been doing for the past three years? Walking around with his eyes shut? If that was the reason he hadn't thought to ask her then -

'Well, you can come with one of us!'

'No, I can't,' she snapped. What was he thinking? Assuming she would go with them? Especially after his recent behaviour!

'Oh come on, we need partners, we're going to look really stupid if we haven't got anyone, everyone else has...'

'I can't come with you,' she said, blushing and looking down at her hands. She was going to have to tell them.'Because I'm already going with someone.'

'No, you're not!' exclaimed Ron, 'You just said that to get rid of Neville!'

'Oh did I?' she cried. He was truly on form tonight. Why couldn't she have a partner to the ball? And more importantly, how shallow did he think she was? She might have said yes to Neville if Viktor hadn't already asked her. What was so inconceivable about her finding a partner? 'Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!' she fumed, her voice steadily getting louder and higher.

'OK, OK, we know you're a girl,' Ron was smiling now. Didn't he understand? thought Hermione furiously 'That do? Will you come now?'

'I've already told you!' she shouted. 'I'm going with someone else!' With that she span round and stormed off to the girls dormitories; she couldn't put up with Ron's stupidity for any longer.

As she ran up the staircase to her dormitory, Hermione felt tears running down her cheeks. How could he be so insensitive? Didn't he care about her feelings? Not believing the possibility that she might have a partner for the ball! And asking her as a last resort... she was his best friend!

Some friend, she thought as she flopped onto her bed and buried her face in her pillow, to not even notice I'm a girl.

Hermione tried to tell herself that it didn't matter, that she was always arguing with Ron and that this time it was no different. And she did have a partner for the ball. She was sure that Viktor was a lovely person, kind, polite, and certainly more mature than Ron. But for some reason, that didn't make her feel any better at all.

Once again, if you liked this, please review! I've got a few more chapters in the pipeline, but they need adjusting first!

I find it so much easier to write stories when the plot has already been thought up... although I am hopefully going to attempt an original fic soon. But you can rest assured there will be lots more Hermione and Ron points of views in the future! I hope to update this soon, although my exams might get in the way of that... :-)