Author's Notes: This chapter is quite short than usual. It's not really very interesting – I did not plan to separate this from the fourth chapter at first, which is entitled The F Scandal, but since it would be very long if I combine it I separated this and entitled this chapter The Invitation. To make up for this short chapter, however, I made the fourth chapter longer than usual. I can't wait to upload the fourth one! So far it's the best chapter I've made for this story.

And yeah, please do pardon my mistakes. I'm only human, I can commit them. Sometimes there are typographical or grammatical errors. Just please ignore them and focus on the story. Although my writing skills suck (I'm not good at descriptions and techniques), I promise you than I gave my whole effort to my stories.

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After their dinner date in Hermione's dormitory, Hermione and Ron met more and more frequently. This totally disgusted Draco, whom, after all his efforts, is behind Ron now.

One July day, Ron visited Hermione in her place but, coincidentally, Draco was also visiting her. Hermione looked gleeful to see him, but Draco felt irritated.

"Uh, do you, uhm, mind if, uh – "

"No, not at all. Have a seat," welcomed Hermione. Draco looked annoyed. Ron smiled to himself, feeling lucky that day.

"Draco is here to invite me to go to the Quidditch World Cup with him," explained Hermione. "I just can't imagine how the game will turn out. Scotland versus Bulgaria! What a match it will be," said Hermione excitedly.

Ron remembered Krum. Draco did, too. They both scowled at the thought of him. Hermione seemed to notice their reactions.

"Hey, what's – ah, yes, Viktor," Hermione said. Remembering him also, a smile appeared in her lips. Draco looked sickened.

"Have you ever fallen to the bait he prepares for the million girls he courts?" Draco asked quite rudely. Hermione looked indignant.

"I'm sorry, but if that's what you think of me I guess you shouldn't be here courting me anymore," she said sternly. Draco was suddenly alarmed of her tone and of her raised eyebrow.

"No, that's not what I mean, I just hate the thought of him," apologized Draco. This made Hermione soften a bit. Draco was relieved.

"But you'll support Scotland, I suppose?" asked Ron. Hermione gave him a sweet smile.

"I sure will. Viktor will understand, and he will otherwise wonder if I would support Bulgaria. He's a nice fellow, you know, if you just try to know him better. And he's really sweet," said Hermione. Ron felt a twinge of jealousy.

"Yeah, he seems like a nice guy," he lied. Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"But you used to hate him, Ron. What's up with you? You seem like you're suffering from convulsion right now," joked Hermione. Ron sniggered.

"Didn't I tell you that we're mature people now?" he said sweetly then winked at her. Draco could not take it anymore.

"So, Herm, will you go with me? I have Top Box tickets for two," and then he added, "I just don't know how hard someone there will have to work to pay for one." He smirked at Ron. Ron glowered at him but thought better not to let Draco step on him this time.

"Well, I guess I can afford one, now that I am promoted in the Ministry," he said a bit proudly. Draco laughed.

"As if! Well, whatever. Hermione, will you come?" asked Draco in a gentlemanly way. Hermione nodded. Draco looked as if he won over Harry for the first time.

"But, I want Ron to come with us, too. Ron, can you come? If you don't have money I'll pay for your ticket," Hermione proposed. Ron looked worried.

"No, don't waste your money on me. I'll see if I can come. I'll ask Dad if he has tickets. Will that be fine with you?" Ron asked. Hermione smiled, showing her teeth.

Draco looked very sullen. "Thank Hermione, Weasel, because if it wasn't for her I surely won't let you come with us," he told Ron. Ron just gave him a sarcastic smile.

"So, all is settled then? Hermione, I'm going now, I still have to ask Dad about the tickets. Just thought to visit you for a moment," he explained.

"Okay, good-bye then. And tell us if you can come," she said. Ron nodded and then disappeared with a 'pop!'

Ron was all energetic when he arrived home. Everyone was taken aback when he embraced Mr. Weasley and asked if he had tickets for the World Cup. Mr. Weasley said yes, and then Ron asked if the tickets were for Top Box seats, and Arthur Weasley said yes again.

"Yuhoo! Thanks Dad," and within a blink of an eye he apparated.

Ron was very happy in his bedroom. This World Cup is going to be one fun match, especially now that I'll be able to come with her, he thought.