(Ok, 5 reviews, so here it is, heavily edited, Rating may change later, Chapter 2! Sorry for the long wait, PC trouble, and keep the reviews coming, Thank You and Goodnight, merry Christmas, And Happy new Year to you all!)

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Chapter 2- To the Vikor, Go the Spoils...

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Hermione groaned, watching Ron's retreating form.

Her eyes filled with tears, which she quickly wiped away with her sleeve.

''I'll see you later Harry,'' she said between sobs, before stomping into the house, shoving Ginny out the way.

''Harry!'' She called, casting Hemione a dark glance as she pushed past.

She ran towards him, and he dropped the trunk he was carrying to wrap his arms round her.

''Oh, How are you?'' she asked, fussing over him in a very Molly-like way,'' We weren't expecting you yet for hours! Good Summer? Were the Muggles Ok? I've missed You!''

''I've missed you too,'' he whispered, disengaging her arms gently, '' I'm fine, How're you?''

''Better now you're here! All Bill and Fleurs friend's treat me like a baby, I've had no-one to talk to! Come in, everyone will be so pleased to see you!''

She grabbed his arm and steered him towards the house.

''FRED!'' She screeched, making Harry jump a mile, ''GEORGE! HARRY'S HERE! GET HIS TRUNK!''

Two talk redheads emerged from the doorway, running in sync towards the trunks Ginny indicated.

''Morning Harry!''
''Morning Harry!''

''Watch out Harry...''
''...Ron's in a mood, and...''
''...Hermy's gone loco! So...

''WELCOME TO THE WEASLEY MADHOUSE!''
''WELCOME TO THE WEASLEY MADHOUSE!''

They each patted a shoulder as they jogged past, nearly knocking Harry of his feet.

Ginny continued to pull him forward towards the house while the twins collected his trunk, the figure of Molly Weasley appearing in the doorframe.

''Ginny? What's with all the shout...'' She did a doubletake, spotting the cargo on her daughter's arm.

''Oh! Harry Dear!'' She ran towards them, soup spoon still in hand and apron on and threw her arms round his neck, Ginny making a strange noise similar to a cat knocked of it's favourite seat by the fire.

''Hermione never told us she left! Oh look at you! They haven't been feeding you right, you're all tall and thin! Oh, come in, breakfast is almost ready. ARTHUR! BILL! HARRY'S HERE!''

The tall, dashing form of Bill appeared at the door, followed by his father, each of whom greeted Harry warmly.

''Get off him a moment Molly! I'll expect you want to unpack Harry? Well, it's a bit of a squeeze this year with everyone sharing rooms, but your in Ron's room with him and...''

''C'mon Harry, I'll show you up!'' Ginny interrupted, grabbing his arm and pulling him through the family and into the house, marching him up the stairs.

''Ginny,'' he asked tentatively,''What's wrong with Ron? Why's he so mad at Hermione?''

''Oh...'' Ginny replied airily,''You'll find out soon enough...''

'' 'Arry!''

He and Ginny turned to see Fleur, Future Weasley standing a few paces behind them.

She swooped down and kissed both his cheeks, leaving him looking slightly Punch-Drunk and Ginny looking once again like a territorial Gazelle.

'' Eet 'as been to long, yes? My seester Gabrielle 'as been asking all summer 'Where is Harry Potter?' You must meet her later. Would you like to sit in the bride or groom section?''

Harry was knocked off balance and turned to Ginny, who gave a non-commital jerk of the head, indicating him to do the same.

He shrugged.

''Ah, I will make so that you enjoy it 'Arry. See you later!''

She glided off down the stairs.

''Thanks,'' he said, looking to Ginny who was smirking at his discomfort.

''No problem...It's what I do...''

They reached the top room of the house, Ron's and he bade Ginny goodbye, before she set off back downstairs and he entered.

Ron was already inside, his face hidden determinedly behind a book he would never read in his life...Hogwarts: A History.

''So...'' Harry said, uncomfortable for the first ttme since arrival,''Good summer?''

''Yeah. Why shouldn't it be?'' He snapped from behind the book.

Harry looked around the room, taking in the change from last time he had been here. It had 2 extra beds, 1 for him and 1 for...

''Who's sleeping there?'' Harry asked, pointing at the third bed, which was covered in books in a language Harry could not read.

Ron shrugged.

''Nobody.''

''Ron.''

''What?''

''You're acting like a git. Who's sleeping there?''

Ron put the book down, and looked at his best friend for the first time since the Dursley's.

''Some prat, I dunno.'' He replied glumly.

'' Forget it. What's up with you and Hermione?''

''Nothing,'' he answered quickly,''Why something seem wrong?''

''Ron, she's crying. Why?''

He saw a flicker ofguilt cross Ron's face, before it was replaced with anger.

''Oh she is? Well then i'll expect she'll do what she's done all summer and run off to...'' he broke off.

''Run off to...? C'mon tell me!''

''Go bloody ask her!''

''Listen, You're acting stupid! Just tell me what's wrong with her!''

''NOTHING! There is nothing wrong with her! She's got everything she's always wanted! Go see for yourself!''

''FINE! When you're done being a prat, I'll be with her! Maybe she won't be like this. Whatever you've done, you better apologise!''

''ME? I haven't done ANYTHING! I have nothing to apologise for! Now go!''

''FINE!''

''FINE!''

He slammed the door behind him.

Great. 5 minutes here and he'd already fallen out with his best friend.

He trudged off down the stairs, before he realised, he hadn't the slightest idea where Hermione might be.

He thought maybe Ginny's room, but in all honesty, he had no idea where that was...

He would probably have to call her, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself, knowing he would get a fuss over him from whoever else was here.

''Hermione?'' He said quietly. No reply. He strode to the edge of the balcony he was on and called again, a little louder. Getting no response, he cupped his hands round his mouth.

''HERMIONE!''

''WHAT? Oh, hello Harry!'' She appeared on the balcony below, the anger in her eyes dissipating when she realised the owner of the voice.

''I need to talk to you.'' He said, heading for the stairs down to her.

''Ok. Let me just finish with Viktor. Oh, maybe he'd like to meet you! Come on in, Ginny's here too!''

She disappeared back into the door behind her.

Viktor? Viktor who?

He began to put 2 and 2 together in his head, pushing open the door to Ginny's room.

''Hello, Harry Potter!'' A gruff voice greeted him.

Viktor Krum sat perched onHermione'sbed, Hermione herself next to him.

He stood to greet him properly.

''It has been a long while my friend. I have missed you and...'' he struggled for a moment,'' Her-mi-oh-nee, greatly.''

''Hi...'' Harry said, taking his hand catiously and shaking it.

'Isn't it great Harry?'' Hermione stood beside him, ''He met Charlie in Bulgaria after the tri-wizard tournament. Charlie invited him here.''

A fleeting image of Ron impaling Charlie in a broomstick was put in his head before he forced it to the back of his mind.

''Yes,'' Ginny spoke from her bed in the corner,'' he's made good friends with EVERYONE here,'' she said with a master level of Sarcasm only Harry noticed.

''Yes,'' Krum added,'' although Ronald has lent me his room, he acting very strange. Maybe he is just strange, yes?''

He laughed heartily, Hermione joining in, but Harry could see the forcedness of it shine through.

''Yeah,'' he said,'' funny old Ron...Hermione, can I speak to you alone for a moment?''

''Sure thing,'' she replied brightly, flashing Krum a smile and leaving with Harry.

''What?'' she asked as he pulled her up the stairs by the arm.

''Shhhh!''

He dragged her up to Ron's room, stopping just short of the door.

''Engorgio,'' he whispered to the keyhole, pointing his wand at it.

A thought crossed his mind that he could have done a more dramatic piece of magic, considering this was the first spell he had cast since being of age.

''Look,'' he whispered, forcing her head to the door. Ron was still lieing as Harry had left him, facing away from the door. He could just about hear the small sounds he was making as he tried to hold back tears with sniffs.

Hermione stood, a very unHermione-like smirk crossing her face.

''So?''

Harry's mouth dropped open.

''So! Is that all you're going to say?''

Hermione shrugged.

''What do you want me to say?''

Harry stammered slightly, opening and closing his mouth.

'' I don't know, Anything!'' He said a little to loud.

''Who's out there?''

They both heard Ron scramble to his feet.

''Reducto!'' he shouted to the keyhole, before leaping the banister and following Hermione down the stairs.

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''Well,'' Harry said 15 minutes later as he barged into Ron's room again.

The last quater of an hour had been uncomfortable. Hermione had began a barnstorm of questions at him right in front of Krum, starting a heated argument, which only ended when Harry pointed out that he asked her to come because,
''She was the only one who could snap him out of it'',
His words struck a chord with her, but only for a moment before she went back on her rant.

''Well what?'' his friend mumbled.

''In the letter, it said you played quidditch, so let's go bloody play!'' Harry strode over to his trunk, retrieving his firebolt from deep inside it.

''C'mon, I can already see Bill and Charlie out there. Let's go!''

''No, I think I'll miss this one out.''

''Krum's heading out there.''

''...Let's go!''

He retrieved his broom and kicked off straight out of the window, Harry following close behind.

''Great!'' Charlie called out as Harry and Ron landed nearby. ''That makes 2 more so we have 8! Harry, you come with me, George and Ron, you come here too.Viktor you go with Ginny, Fred and Bill. That all? Ok...''

He turned, a small cough catching his attention.

''Oh, erm, sorry Hermione...Would you like to play?''

''No thank you Charlie,'' she replied a little too politely.

Ginny giggled, and whispered to Harry,

''She came out one time and he completely ignored her, and afterwards she screamed at him for a good 10 minutes! It was scary, I've never seen Charlie that close to tears. Now he asks her every time she comes out!''

Harry laughed out loud, causing Charlie's ears to go a shade close to Ron's, but not quite with the same depth.

''Alright! Everyone to their place! Harry, we're not using bludgers or a snitch, so your playing chaser. Any good?''

''Allright...''

''Good!'' he said loudly, before adding quietly, '' For God sake, don't let Viktor get past you. Ron's been playing rubbish recently.''

Harry knewexcactly why, but kept quiet and nodded.

Harry looked across the field, and noticed Bill was having a bad time of getting Ginny in front of the three wooden hoops they has used for goals, bewitched to float 50 feet in the air.

''Hermione,'' Charlie said sweetly, handing her the quaffle, ''Would you do the honours?''

''Thank you, Charlie. 3...2...1...Go!''

She threw the quaffle up with all her strength, Bill plucking it easily from over Charlie's head and throwing it immediatly to Krum.

With no snitch or bludgers to bother him, Harry sped at Krum, cheekily snatching the quaffle out of his arms and dropping it to Charlie who was waiting below.

He dodged a tackle from Fred before putting it straight in the left hoop past Ginny's frantic dive, then performed spectacular aerial acrobatics (Try saying that 3 times quickly) in celebration.

Ginny lobbed it out to Fred, who fumbled it but threw an awkward pass to Krum, him just catching it with his fingertips.

He dodged Harry's wild tackle and ducked Charlie, before throwing the quaffle up and booting it towards the right hoop.

It looked dead-cert to go in, were it not for the red blur plucking it out of the air at the last moment.

''Well done Ron!'' Harry applauded the save.

''Unlucky Viktor!'' Hermione called from behind Ron, who passed a littletoo forcefully out to George.

It hit his hand and rebounded, Bill picking up the left-overs and this time putting it past Ron.

''What the bloody hell was that?'' George bellowed at his brother.

''Learn to bloodycatch!''

''I'll catch you're bloody head in a minute!''

''Boys!'' Charlie called, ''Shut up both of you! We're playing a game!''

Ron dived down to retrieve the quaffle, plucking it out of Hermione's outstretched hand.

Harry saw her mutter something, and Ron's grip on his broom tighten before he flew back up to playing level.

''Unlucky Ronald!'' Viktor called.

Ron winced.

Ouch, Harry thought, Unlucky for letting in the goal, or unlucky because you stole his girl?

Either way, Ron pelted it towards Harry, forcing a spectacular catch that made Harry consider a career as a goalie.

From his upside-down position, he dodged a tackle from Krum and looked for Charlie.

He straightened out, realising there was no-way he could pop a pass to Charlie through Bill and Fred, and George was still massaging his hand, so thinking quickly he threw up the quaffle and punched it as hard as he could, watching the shot sail sweetly through Ginny's arms and into the hoop.

Krum threw his arms up in despair, as he had when Ron saved his shot, and flew off after the Quaffle.

''Well done Harry!'' Hermione called.

''Whose side are you on, anyway?'' Ron yelled back down to her.

''It's called neutral Spectatorship Ronald!''

''Suit yourself.''

Krum returned, motioning Charlie over and starting a conversation in fluent Bulgarian.

Once or twice he motioned at Harry, and Charlie nodded.

''...Good idea,'' he finished in English as Krum headed off.

''Hermione!'' he called, turning to her.

''What?'' she looked upfrom the daisy she had bewitched to do the Can-Can for her amusement.

''Toss me a Galleon.''

She took the huge gold coin from her pocket and pointed her wand at it, watching it fly into Charlie's hand.

He pulled out his wand, holding the coin in the palm of his hand and muttering,

''Avitus Liberato!'' (1)

At once the coin sprung to life, tiny wingsgrowing from it, and fluttering against Charlies fingers.

''I think you can see where this is going!'' he said excitedly, turning to Harry.

It was a little snitch.

Krum obviously wanted to test his seeker skills against Harry's, and Harry wasn't going to say no.

''Fancy it, Harry?'' Charlie oened his fingers and let the coin flutter around his head.

''You bet!''

''That's really clever magic, Charlie!'' Hermione called from the touchline.

''Just cause you couldn't do it...'' Ron muttered.

''Be quiet Ronald!''

''Ok Harry,'' Charlie said, watching the little coin flutter away and out of his site,''Off you go!''

Harry accelerated straight up, above the game, already searching for some glimmer of gold below.

He could see Krum out of the corner of his eye, following him, watching his every move.

He could see the game all that way below, Bill trying in vain to get a shot off past Charlie, and save after save by Ron.

Hermione was half attentive.

Sometimes she would be watching him and Viktor, others she would be bewitching the various plants and wildlife around her to amuse her.

After 20 minutes of searching, Harry began to doubt the charm that Charlie had placed on the coin.

''Charlie!'' He called.

Charlie spun round to face him.

''How do we know it hasn't just...''

He cut short. He caught a glimpse of Krum in a full fledged vertical dive, arm outstretched, triumph in his eyes.

He pulled the firebolt handle and urged it after him.

''Go!Go!Go!'' He bellowed to it.

He drew level with Krum, who cast him a panicked sideways look and sped up.

Harry sped after him...drawing level...overtaking...Only then did he think 'What are we chasing?'

He could see no gold before them, and that was when he realised...

The Wronski feint...

Krum's speciality...

Sure enough, Krum had drawn level beside him, as he rushed closer and closer to the ground.

He pulled as hard as he could on the handle of the firebolt, but it wouldn't budge, the power of gravity on it was too great.

He could feel the wind burning his eyes, and could smell the grass he was so close.

He closed his eyes and prayed, leaping from the broom, pulling his wand out and shouting with all his might,

''ACCIO FIREBOLT!''

The broom screeched to a halt inches from the ground and flew round to catch him, the grass blades scratching his trainers.

He raised back into the air, realising the game had stopped to watch this spectacular battle of seekers.

The Weasleys burst into applause with Hermione, Krum looking as though he'd been slapped in the face.

''Spectacular!''
''Spectacular!'' The twins yelled.

''Way to go Harry!'' Ginny called after him as he flew past Krum, his grin unhidable.

''Well...Well done Harry Potter...Well done indeed...''

''We still playing?'' Harry shouted to the pitch.

It seemed everyone had forgotten about their match, and Fred looked dumbly at the quaffle in his hand.

''After that Harry,'' Charlie said flying up to him,''I think we all need a break...''

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(Another Chapter done! C'mon people! Review! I won't hold it hostage this time, but i've reviewed all the spelling mistakes and fixed them! Next Chapter, Ron and Hermione stop arguing, and Diagon Alley! Till then, LATER!)