Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, which would make me J.K. Rowling, I wouldn't be wasting my time writing these stories, I'd be writing the real thing.
Chapter 2
The next few days were h-e-double hockey sticks for Harry. Some periods he walked to classes with Ron, others with Hermione. They both refused to say a single word to one another.
Hermione spent her lunches in the library, eating and reading at the same time. Ron spent his lunches across from Harry, angrily muttering the entire time. It seemed like Ron never stopped muttering these days.
"– in the library," Ron was muttering at the moment. "Where she first met her Viktor," he continued sarcastically.
Harry just rolled his eyes and resumed conversation with Dean Thomas, who sat beside him on his right.
"Can't believe it's finally Winter Break! Sure has taken a while to get here..." Dean said quickly as he shoved some steak into his mouth. "I'm going home to go skiing! The train comes to get us after we finish dinner."
Dean started buttering a roll. "I can't wait! So what are you gonna do for Winter Break, Harry?"
Harry knew what he would be doing. He was staying at Hogwarts with Ron... listening to Ron gripe would be the most truthful answer.
"I'm staying at Hogwarts," he said instead. "Me 'n Ron will probably mess around some."
Harry glanced at Ron, who was scowling down at his pecan pie. If looks could kill, the pecan pie would be dead meat. I mean... pie.
"Ron, look," said Harry. "Dumbledore's about to talk." Harry turned towards the head table in the front of the Great Hall.
Dumbledore's half-moon spectacles glinted as he began to talk. "Doubtless, many of you are antsy to be aboard the Hogwarts Express. But first I would like to introduce to you, for some of you the second time, Viktor Krum."
A/N: Sorry it's so short! The next one will be at least a little bit longer, I promise!