A/N: Yes, I know this is pretty fast for me. Don't expect the next chapter out NEARLY as fast. First off, I won't be home for the weekend, and plus, Cross Country started this week. The only reason this came out was because I actually got a review, so that made me happy.. But yay, I am at 10 reviews! Keep it up guys! Please spread the word about my story, I know people tend to not like original character fics as much as others, but I don't care. Oh yeah, if you like this one, please read my other story, Never Again, it's a song fic, but it's about Vikky and it's pretty heart wrenching, kind of a truthful story.
"Congratulations," Ron sullenly stated to Vikky as he ate a small breakfast, still feeling the effects of his pie eating from the previous day.
Vikky had taken a different approach. "It was close. Nice job. You can stop moping, I've had training," she smiled, but she got a sick look as Harry piled food onto his plate.
"Aren't you eating Vikky?" Harry asked between bites.
"Uh, no, I'm just not hungry," Vikky lied.
"Welcome to breakfast, Hermione," Ron said, looking at a very tired bushy haired brunette.
"Mmmph," she grunted, sitting down and immediately pouring herself a cup of tea.
"Caffeine," Hermione said gratefully which made the other three started to laugh, which just made Hermione look at them crossly.
"Come on, let's just get to class. You know Snape hates it when we're late," Harry reminded them, which sent them out of the Great Hall in a flurry of motion.
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"Remind me why I have to take that class again," Harry moaned after they walked out. Snape had claimed his potion a failure before he had even tested it, and Harry had received a zero on it.
"Because if you want to be an Auror you need the class, that's why!" Hermione and Vikky spoke at the same time, which made both of them giggle and both Ron and Harry made a face of disgust.
"You guys need to stop hanging around each other. You're freaking us out," Ron told them, and Harry nodded his agreement.
"Aw, but you still love us!" they stated at the same time again.
"STOP IT!" Ron yelled playfully, and all four of them began to tease each other about one thing or another. What they didn't notice was the blonde boy and his two side kicks following the Dream Team plus one.
"I will get her. She is a Krum. That means she should be a Slytherin. Look at her brother! He stayed with us when he was here. She should also be a Slytherin. She's a pureblood, and she went to Durmstang for crying out loud," he muttered more to himself than the great lugs standing behind him.
"But Draco, she's a Gryffindor. Slytherin's don't date Gryffindor's," Crabbed said, managing to figure something out for himself, which amazed Draco.
"She is a pureblood and a Krum. She will come around to the Dark Side," he explained, and they nodded stupidly.
"She will come around," he repeated, studying her.
Vikky felt a cold tingle rush up her spine, and she shuddered. "Is there a draft in here?" she asked suddenly, and the other three gave her a weird look, shaking their heads no.
"Must be my nerves then," Vikky muttered mostly to herself.
"What do you have to be nervous about? You're smart as, well, smart as Hermione," Ron stated, which earned him a smack from Hermione.
"Um, not grades, uh, the Quidditch match, yeah, the Quidditch match," she covered, stuttering slightly.
"Psh, your as good as Harry!" Ron cried, which earned him a smack on the arm from Harry. "OW! Stop hitting me in the same spot," he complained.
"Ok, ok, I get it. I just felt like I was being watched, ok?" The other three nodded, and the Dream Team and one headed to the Great Hall for lunch, all talking together, Vikky forgetting about the chill she had experienced as she and Harry bantered back and forth about the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin.
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"Another Christmas Ball? Is Dumbledore nuts!" Harry cried in anguish, reading the newest bulletin. It was a week before Halloween, and the bulletin had just been updated again.
"Partially," Ron and Vikky chorused, popping up behind him.
"Maybe Ronnie-poo could get up the courage up to ask Hermione though," Vikky said playfully, and she had to dash up the girls stairs to escape him. "Seems I've struck a nerve Ron," Vikky noted, and he blushed. "Is it safe for me to come down?" she asked, and he nodded. As soon as she was safely away from the stairs though he started to tickle her. She couldn't control her laughing, and she called for Harry to help her, but to her dismay he started to tickle her as well. They had her on the floor, laughing so hard she had tears streaming down her face.
"You guys never learn," a stern voice said from above them, and they stopped her tickling her to look up, afraid it was McGonagall.
Vikky used this opportunity to tackle Harry, starting to tickle him back. He started to laugh, shouting, "NO FAIR!" This gave the stern voice (of course it was Hermione) the time to jump on the utterly surprised Ron, starting to tickle him as well. It turned into an all out tickling match, and at the end, the girls stood with their foot planted on their respectable guys chest.
"Girl's RULE!" they shouted together, giving each other a high five.
"Girl's rule," the boys repeated sullenly.
"Couldn't hear you, speak up boys," Hermione warned.
"Girl's rule," they said a little louder, and Hermione and Vikky couldn't help but smile.
"I knew you would see our side!" Vikky cried playfully. Hermione nodded, and they both stepped off of the boys chest, extending a helping hand, which the boys took, standing up. "Now come on, let's change. Then we can go to Hogsmeade. Did you hear Hermione? There's a BALL! On Christmas! We have to start looking for dress robes," Vikky smiled, and Ron started to blush.
"Let's get ready and meet at the table in say, 10 minutes?" Hermione offered, and the other three nodded.
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"Oh, Hermione! It's lovely!" Vikky squealed. "Spin around," she said, making a spinning motion with her finger. Hermione did so, making the pale lavender robes puff out slightly. "You HAVE to get those!" Vikky practically ordered her.
Hermione grinned at how excited her friend was. They had already spent over an hour looking at the dress robes, and they still hadn't found anything for Vikky. After twenty-five failed attempts for Vikky, Hermione had finally tried on her first robe, and it looked wonderful.
"You're so lucky! You found the perfect robes right away." Vikky heaved a sigh.
"It's ok Vikky, I'm sure we'll find you the perfect robes, don't you worry," Hermione consoled her friend.
Ron and Harry had agreed to come with them, but after 5 minutes of only looking at the robes, they had quickly exited, saying that they would meet them in 2 hours at the robe store, when they would be getting their robes. Harry had argued the entire way with Ron about getting him new dress robes, and Ron had finally given in to letting Harry buy the shoes to go with the dress robes he had received from Fred and George, which were actually from Harry. "We'll be at Zonkos," Harry had told them before they had quickly departed.
"Oh, there is no WAY that Ron won't ask you once he sees you in these!" Vikky exclaimed, and Hermione started to blush.
"Do you think he might ask me?" Hermione's blush could have rivaled the redness of Ron's hair by this time.
"He's totally obsessed, of COURSE he'll ask you. The main question is, do I say yes if Harry asks me?" She sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. She still had the stick figure she had had when she arrived, and her hair was only an inch longer than it had been. Her skin was just as tan, and her eyes still held their perpetual laugh.
"Of course!" Hermione spoke as if it shouldn't have even been a question. "You could always say just as friends, but you have to go with him! You guys would make a cute couple, and you would make him really happy. Then we could all go together," she added, grinning at Vikky, who was starting to blush slightly.
"Now come on, we need to find you the perfect robes." Hermione pushed her back to the racks of dress robes, and Vikky began to look through them again, pulling off robe after robe and trying them on.
"Wow." A male voice stated simply as Vikky emerged from the dressing room an hour later.
Vikky had a pale, pale set of blue robes on that shimmered in the dim lighting of the back of the room. She twirled, looking in the mirror, which immediately spoke back. "Lovely robes, Miss. You really should get them. They look gorgeous. Took you long enough."
It had been saying something wrong with every robe before that, and she sighed happily. She turned to the perpetrator to find Harry and Ron both staring at her in awe. Well, Harry anyways. Hermione had put her robes on again to see if the boys approved when they got there, and Ron's gaze had immediately averted to Hermione as she stepped out of her changing cubicle.
"Oh Vikky! They look lovely. They bring out the blue in your eyes, and they make your hair look beautiful. You have to get them!" She didn't notice the boys until then, and she started to blush as she saw the almost hungry look on Ron's face. "So boys, what do you think of our robes?" Hermione asked, and all the two boys could do was nod, still too much in shock to talk.
"Come on Ron, let's get shoes," Harry finally managed to speak after the girls had disappeared into the cubicles again to change back into school robes. They disappeared, returning quickly with black dress shoes for both of them. They arrived at the counter at the same time as the girls.
The four students paid for their purchases and had them sent to the castle before they went to the Three Broomsticks to get a butter beer together. Vikky, Harry, and Ron started to talk animatedly about something that had happened in practice, and Hermione laughed as Vikky imitated someone falling off their broom and then looking up angrily.
"It was hilarious! I didn't think that Colin was going to get mad at his broom! He was just lifting off the ground to start practice and bloop! He was off his broom!" she explained, and the other three started to laugh.
They spent the rest of the day just walking around Hogsmeade, and after loading up at Honeydukes, they headed back to Hogwarts, content with their day.
Except the boys. Once the girls had gone to bed, they started to argue about the ball. It was mainly about how they didn't think if they asked either of the girls would say yes.
"Dude, she openly flirts with you! I think she'll say yes," Ron said, looking at Harry, who had started to blush.
"Fine, I'll ask her tomorrow. But you better ask Hermione. Almost everyone knows you like her, and most everyone knows she likes you. So if you don't ask her, I'll hex you into next week," Harry warned, and they came to a pact that if they didn't ask the next day, they would get to hex the other one. If that wasn't incentive enough to ask her, Harry didn't know what was.
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