You Don't Know What It's Worth
Chapter 3: Party Foul Against Gryffindor

A/n:
First off I want to say thank you for all your wonderful reviews, I especially want to thank
AGreatPenName for her extra long review, also I realized the age differences in the class and it was in my intentions to write about how they scattered the students through out different years to widen the school-school relationships. Haha think of all the scared first years sitting next to the big burly Durmstrang students?

Blue Quartz Foxy- oh my, no bunnies please! Thanks for the comment!

Haruka-Clone- Isnt Viktor just dahhhling?

cherrisoda- Thanks! I love when my stories are on alert!
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The students were gathered in the Great Hall for an urgent announcement. The Professor's were scurrying about the long table and whispering in each others ears, far from the calm state Dumbledore instructed them to be in. Dumbledore appeared on

His chair out of thin air. "Pardon my tardiness, I have a very important announcement to make." He brushed a lock of frizzy gray hair away from his eyes, "The ministry has put these grounds on low alert, the trip to Hogsmeade next week, will still be on." Another wave of whispered rolled through the crowd. "Also, we don't want to take all the fun away from here so we will continue Quidditch. Tryouts will be held tomorrow after noon at the Pitch. Check with your head of house to see exactly what time your house will be holding them. Now," His voice got a bit cheerier. "Chow down!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and grinned, Quidditch, their favorite past time was not going to be stripped from them. "PARTY IN THE COMMON ROOM!" Seamus Finnnigun recited to the Gryffindor table who cheered with an enthused yell. The Durmstrang students gazed at each other in question. Back where they came from a party meant tons of alcohol, cards, and a tight game of Who's stronger. They all smirked at each other, wondering what type of new partying the Hogwarts Students had to offer.

After dinner Ron and Harry basically pulled Ginny and Hermione up the stairs and to the Gryffindor Common Room. "Tonight Hermione, You're going to party with us!" Hermione's face flushed and she sputtered out words,

"I don't know guys, what if we get caught, what if something bad happens?" Her list of excuses and 'what if's' went on and on until Ginny smiled and slipped a butterbeer into Hermione's hand.

"Loosen up 'Mione." Harry called out a random spell and soon after many joined in and the common room was transformed into a ocean oasis hideaway.

"Let Mumbo!" Called out Lavender Brown who was now showing a grass hula skirt and a coconut bra, dancing around Dean Thomas. Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron, who was growing red at the ears for seeing his girlfriend in such a costume. The Durmstrang students entered the common room all together, a questionable look on their faces as one of them picked up a handful of sand and let it slide in-between their fingers.

"Vhat kind of party is this?" Viktor gasped and looked around for any signs of books or crimson color but was met with a beautiful Malibu looking sunset and tropical lights hanging from the ceiling. Suddenly a 7th year student approached them and flicked her wand in their direction.

"Swim trunks only!" She yelled and all the foreign students were clad in their school symbolic trunks. Exchanging looks the Durmstrang students shrugged and helped themselves to a shot of fire whiskey.

Hermione felt quite bare in a black bikini with a crimson and gold Gryffindor emblem all over it. They all wore the same Gryffindor pride swimming wear and smiled cheekily at one another. Hermione let a small smile grace her delicate features at Ginny pushed Neville into a newly magiked up swimming pool that graced the Gryffindor Common Room floor. Suddenly Hermione felt the cushion by her being weighted down Ron had tackled a very soaking Lavender to the couch and was continuing to snog.

"Mione watch out!" A low guy voice, turned higher in warning.

"Hermione!" A high pitch squeal.

"Look out Granger!" A male voice called, sounded like Bert Brice

"'Mione!" A familiar yelp.

Before she could react to the warnings, a pair of strong arms picked her up and sent her sailing into the air and landing with a splash in the water. When she resurfaced she was being held firmly around the waist, everybody's eyes were on her and the room with silent minus her and her savior's heaving breathing and the funky beach music in the background.

"Are you alright Her-own-ninny?" Hermione blinked and slowly turned around in the water to see a pair of dark concerned eyes.

"V-Viktor? What happened?" As soon as the words left her mouth an enormous explosion was heard and fireworks lit up the sky. Almost all the Gryffindor's colors faded from their face and they ran to the window. "Guys! The Durmstrang ship is on fire!" Their party had gotten out of hand when three 7th years decided to do fireworks into the building, which ricocheted and almost hit Hermione, then flew out the window in a unison pattern and landed with a boom on the Durmstrang ship. Upon hearing their transportation home was on fire, the Durmstrang students, minus Viktor who was in the pool, practically trampled over the Gryffindor's to see.

The multicolored sparks intrigued many who were walking by the lake and now many professors were there dousing the flames with magic.

Various shouts and curses from the Durmstrang headmaster could be heard even up in the tower demanding a taking of over a hundred points, detentions even expulsion. Many smaller students cowered in fear. Angry footsteps could be heard outside of the portrait and every scrambled to clean up the partying scene with at least the alcohol and pool. Soon Hermione and Viktor were sitting on the ground in front of a dying fire.

As the portrait door swung open, a very very angry looking Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Karkaroff appeared. "Who did this?" She asked glaring down everyone. "Don't make us check your wands!" When no body fessed up she ordered them all to line up. "Everyone give me your wands!" As everyone passed their wands up the line McGonagall heaved them up in her hands. She dropped them on the floor and muttered something under her breath, any wands who helped with creating the evening stir rose above the rest in mid air.

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The ones who helped in any way with the party were given three weeks of detention every other school night, and one three hour Saturday morning. Also seventy five points was taken from Gryffindor putting them in the negative rank for the house cup. That morning in the common room everybody was complaining about their detentions and lack of points. Hermione was seated her back to the tree trunk, out by the lake. Since it being a Saturday she aid good bye to the school unforn and was in a pair of favorite jeans, and a red turtle neck sweater, her scarf wrapped around her neck. The Gryffindor common room lacked noise and was perfect for studying but an un-normal part of Hermione pushed her out the door to read outside. From a distance she could see the Durmstrang students embracing the Saturday by rebuilding the bit of their burned ship. Hermione had to admit it was quite a site to see all those built Durmstrang students shirtless in the sun. "The must find it quite warm here." She intrigued to herself,

"It is. Much different than home." A thick Bulgarian accent startled her from her thought.

"Viktor!" She yelped in surprise then blushed remembering the nights events. "I never got to say thank you.." She said softly smiling at the Bulgarian. Viktor nodded and offered her a hand up off the ground.

"It vos no problem Herm.." He trailed off and went on to what else he was going to say, "Do you vant to take a valk around the lake vit me, this is if you haff no more studying to do." Hermione without question, took his hand and nodded.

Half way around the lake, and very near the ship, random cat calls and hoots were being called out to Viktor in Bulgarian who immediately looked down to hide his blush then gritted his teeth. He yelled something back in his native tongue which made all the classmates laugh who heartedly.

"What were they saying?" Hermione asked her cheeks too, were peppered with a shade of crimson. Viktor shook it off,

"They vere being..how do you say bloody gits?" He gave a sheepish grin and laughed.
The two continued talking and walking along the bank, Viktor's fingers brushed along Hermione's and he linked them with hers. This caused Hermione to stop and look at their hands.

Was she Hermione Granger, fourteen Gryffindor Know it all, holding hands with Viktor Krum, eighteen, world renowned Quidditch Star? Yes she was. Viktor gave Hermione a quizzical look.

"Iz everything alright?" He asked motioning towards their hands. Hermione nodded quickly, choking on any words she might even began to say. From a distance Hermione noted the evil glares of Viktor's fan club once more. They started to walk back towards the school when she noticed what time it was.

"Oh wow, Viktor. It's almost lunch. I'm sure the Gryffindor table will be filled with gooey rants about detention, and sneers from the Slytherins." Viktor laughed at the thought.

"I should be getting back to my ship then, Ms. Granger." Hermione laughed her last name was considerably easier to pronounce. He bowed deeply and dropped their hands apart softly. "I vill see you at lunch."

Hermione rubbed her hands together trying to get the school girl tingle out of them. No matter how hard she resisted, she couldn't tear the quirky happy smile from her face.

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On the Durmstrang Ship
(A/n: So there's no confusion, on the ship most Durmstrang students will speak a native language, but I'm going to type in English, so no messy subtitles!)

"Viktor!" Called out a voice from the crow's nest. "You slack! Ve Are almost done! Instead you out flouncing around vith pretty girl!" Viktor smiled, Hermione was pretty, in a plain and simple way. She didn't know it almost, and she didn't flaunt it. Viktor scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously.

"Sorry Spinter. I'll work later." Spinter climbed down the pole muttering how Viktor always got his way and how being waited on hand and foot for being famous had made him unable to work.

"Not true!" Viktor said in a cheerful voice and smirked at his peer, "I'm probably the von vho cleans up after your messes." Rolling his eyes, Spinter went of to fetch the rest of the gang. Viktor walked up on the deck to see the progress, the Headmaster could of easily fixed it with magic but being the stubborn headed ,prideful Durmstrang, they wanted to fix it on their own. "Lunch is ready boys." Viktor called at his friends who all got up, wiping the sweat off their brows. Even in September it seemed rather humid to the group of cold natives.

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In the Great Hall

As Hermione predicted the Gryffindor's were moaning and groaning about their morning detention. Ron was shoveling food down as he tried to retell his story of how McGonagall wouldn't even let him sleep. Harry sighed and looked down at their paper they had to complete within three weeks to be without detentions, at least morning ones sooner.

"Ron!" Hermione quipped and then Harry got her attention with the mention of schoolwork. "Well how long is your paper?"

"4 feet! Hermione!" Ron said once again with a mouthful. Hermione shot him a glare. Ginny groaned at the assignment. Lavender and Pavarti were whispering back and forth glancing at Hermione. After while she noted this annoying and glared. "What is so amusing you two?" Lavender leaned over the table and whispered,

"We saw you with Viktor Krum from the detention room. I don't think anybody else noticed but we sure did!" Lavender let out an annoying high pitched giggle. "So are you two an item?" Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head. "We are just friends, Lavender." Lavender raised an eyebrow but knew she wasn;t going to get anymore from Hermione.

"So Ron, Harry, Ginny What is your paper over?"
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2116 words! Hope that's enough. How'd you like this chapter? Durmstrang students shirtless, fireworks, partying. Tell me!
Love,
Meg.