Harry walked out of the pub and slammed the door very hard behind him. He didn't really have a clue where he was going, only that he really wanted to escape this nightmare he was caught in.

All his weeks of planning had been thrown out the window by Ron and his big mouth, Hermione and her big thirst for knowledge and Madame Rosmerta and her big nose always sticking into other people's business.

After everything he had done, couldn't one little party for two people go as planned?

Apparently not.

And now, to make matters even better, Hermione knew how he felt about her, and now she'd hate him forever. Perfect. He could almost see his potions grade, nose-diving 60 points and crashing face first without a built in tutor as a best friend. He stopped.

60 points?

That would actually make his potions grade almost a zero. Wow. Ron would be very impressed.

That is, if he was speaking with Ron-which he decided as he walked up to the castle-he wasn't.

Before he knew it, he found himself inside the castle, and with a lack of where to go to hide from the world. Everybody knew by now. Half of Hogsmeade had watched the entire scene in the pub and the other half…well…news traveled quickly and now he was enduring glances as he walked through the entrance hall and whispers of, "There's the guy who got his heart broken in front of the whole town of Hogsmeade."

He went up to the common room and slumped into a chair, staring at the fire, feeling very sorry for himself.

After about half an hour, the common room door opened and Colin Creevy dashed in. He looked very excited and he was holding a bunch of objects in his hands. Roses and confetti.

The roses, Harry recognized as the 10 galleons roses he had bought for the party. The confetti looked as though it had been scraped off the floor.

"Hiya Harry!" Colin Creevy yelling coming in front of Harry. "Guess what!"

Harry looked up into Colin's eager face, hoping to hear something along the lines of,

"Krum's gone forever, Hermione's rushing up here to tell you that she loves you too and the pub incident never happened", but unfortunately what he heard was,

"I got shot by shot pictures of it all Harry! Every single second is here on my camera!"

He patted his camera fondly. Harry groaned.

"Well," Colin said, thoughtfully. "Well, they WERE on my camera."

Harry gritted his teeth. "Were?"

"Uh huh, I sold them to this lady outside the pub who said she'd pay me nicely for them. A Miss Skeeter I think it was."

"WHAT?" Harry bolted up from the chair. "You…you sold shot by shot pictures of all that to Rita Skeeter?"

Colin suddenly looked frightened. "Did I do something wrong?"

Harry sighed and shoved passed him to go up to the dormitories.

He sat down on his bed with a thud and took off his glassed, rubbing his eyes.

The door opened and Ron came in.

"Hey…"

Harry didn't say anything.

"Look, Harry, I'm really sorry about everything that happened back there. I didn't think it would go that far…."

"Oh really?" Harry snapped. He knew he was being a little mean to Ron and he looked up into his friends imploring face. He really needed a friend right now, and at least Ron was talking to him and not laughing at him.

He relented and asked slowly, "Does everybody know?"

Ron looked guilty. "Well, no, not really, not everybody, I mean some people don't…."

Harry stared at him.

"Yeah" Ron finished lamely. "Everybody knows."

"Great!" Harry exclaimed sarcastically. "Perfect. Tomorrow, I'm gonna get laughed at by everyone in the school, completely ignored by Hermione and pulverized by Krum."

Ron suddenly jumped. "Oh, that reminds me! Krum said to give this to you."

He handed Harry a sheet of parchment.

Harry gulped and looked at Ron. "Krum wrote this? For me?"

Ron sat back down, looking green. "After you left, he wanted to catch up to you, but I told him to stay with Hermione, who looked like she was going through some sort of septic shock, and so, he wrote this down and told me to give it to you."

Harry only heard up till, 'septic shock'. "What d'you mean, shock?"

Ron sighed "I dunno, shock, you know, something she didn't expect just happened and she's shocked! But in a good way maybe? I mean, that was a pretty brutal way for her to hear about how you feel about her. I dunno…read the letter."

Harry looked down at it. Half of him didn't want to know what Krum's reaction to everything was. Half of him was dying to know. He gave a sigh and opened the letter slowly and attempted to read,

Harry Potter,

After that incident happen, like to request you to meet with me I would. Is Hogwarts library ok for you? I can get in. I tell headmaster I go to study. Meet me you would? Is day after tomorrow good? Noon? Talk to you I would like because much I have to say to you I do. Worry you not, Hermione not know about meeting of ours. Tell nobody I won't.

Good bye to say hello again in library

Viktor Krum

Harry looked up to see Ron, eager to read the letter himself, now that he was convinced it was not horrible news. Harry was about the hand it over when he saw the look on Ron's face. It was one of intense evil pleasure.

"Oh no Ron, if I give this to you, you're gonna be quoting it for months."

Ron snatched it out of his hands wickedly and devoured it, reading really fast his eyes alight as they read over the grammatical errors all over the page. When he'd finished he cracked up.

"Yes! This is great! He even added to my all time favorite. Good bye to say hello again in library!"

Harry was now lost in thought. Should he meet Krum in the library? Or should he not? Tomorrow was a Saturday so he wouldn't have to face Hermione or anyone else tomorrow. Then on Sunday he'd go to the library and …what? Be pummeled? Attacked by the beaters on Krum's team? Or actually sit down and have a conversation over a girl both of them loved? Would he be angry about the two letters?

He sighed and looked over at Ron who was still reading the letter.

"I'm going to go." Harry said finally.

"What?"

"I'm going tot go talk to Krum in the library on Sunday."

Ron shook his head and quipped, "Crazy you are."