Disclaimer: It sure would be nice to own Harry Potter. But I don't.
Chapter 4
Meanwhile, Hermione was aboard the Durmstrang ship with Krum. She watched Hogwarts fade away as the ship rose higher and higher into the sky.
Krum stood beside her, looking over the ship's rail. "It's amazing," said Hermione, gesturing towards the view. Krum grunted a "Yeah."
"So… how's school?" Hermione questioned, trying to get a conversation going. But "Okay," was all Krum said.
Hermione didn't know what to say. So she didn't say anything at all. It had never been this difficult or this awkward when she had sent and received letters.
"So… your boyfriend was mad you chose to come?" Hermione was shocked at Krum's sudden words. "Boyfriend?? What are you talking about?"
Krum looked uncomfortable now that he had gotten the question out in the air. "Uh… you know… that redhead. With the freckles."
"Ron?? Ron's not my boyfriend! Where did you get that idea?" If Krum had looked uncomfortable before, that was nothing as to what he was feeling now.
"He… he was just so angry that you were leaving with me. And you guys were trying not to look at each other so hard. And… I don't know, I just sort of got the feeling that…"
Hermione stood, unmoving, taking it all in. Was it possible…? Then whirling around with a swish of her robes, she said, "Show me to my room. I wish to be alone."
Krum scowled but obliged. After he showed her to her room, he went back out on deck to do some thinking himself. When he had invited her to spend Christmas Break with him, he hadn't factored in the redhead. Now what?
The last thing Krum saw was a flash of red light before he fell stunned to the floor.
Hermione lay sprawled on her bed, taking everything in. She now knew the truth. Both Viktor and Ron had feelings for her. The question was whom she had feelings for.
Krum was a championship quidditch player, he was thoughtful and quiet. He received excellent marks in school and had hundreds of fan clubs.
Ron, on the other hand… was Ron. He spoke before thinking and was sometimes thoughtless. He was terribly unorganized and too lazy to receive excellent marks. But… he was also fiercely loyal, and protective. And he always-
Hermione was interrupted from her thoughts as the lock on her bedroom door turned. She stared as the door handle turned. Reaching for her wand on instinct, she watched the door slowly open. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw who was entering her room.
A/N: Who do you think was coming in her bedroom? And cheers for me, it was much longer this time!