Disclaimer: I don't own my own car – much less Harry Potter. Wish I did – that'd be great – but sadly, no.

Foreword: I have heard from a friend who read this that she recalls reading a fic somewhat similar to it - I'm not sure what fic it is, I've really just begun reading/writing ViktorHermione fanfics. I haven't read any that were as similar as she says that was - so I guess we just had similar ideas. I wouldlike to give a nod to whoever that author is.

In the Library

Hermione stared at her book. Slowly, she glanced up. He was still watching her. Admittedly, she was a bit of a sight to newcomers – she was at her usual table, surrounded by ten or twelve books – but this was a bit much. Viktor Krum was staring at her yet again. It seemed that every time she entered the library, not half an hour would pass and here Krum would come in. And after that his ruddy fan club would come in too. Speaking of…

Aset of giggling girls entered the library.

Will I ever get any work done? Hermione scowled at them, frustrated. Her haven, her library was being invaded yet again. Honestly! Why can't he study aboard his stupid ship?

"Hello?" Hermione's head shot up, eyes wide. The object of her musings stood at her table looking... rather nervous. That's odd. Hermione frowned.

"Hello." She answered. Viktor stood stiffly, shifting his weight from foot to foot, tensely. Hermione waited. "Was there something you wanted?" she finally asked, aloofly. From behind a nearby bookcase she heard some furious muttering.

Viktor must have heard it too – his eyes shifted to the bookshelf and an almost pained look appeared on his face. A girl abruptly came out from behind the bookcase. She glared at whoever still stood behind the bookcase, before walking over to Hermione's table. Can this day possibly get any worse?

"Hi Viktor!" the girl simpered. "I've sort of got a big question for you. I was wondering if you possibly, maybe, kind of, might hopefully like…"

"Oh just say it already and leave, would you?" Hermione asked, crossly. "You're invading my study time/"

The girl glared at Hermione, then turned adoring eyes back to Viktor. "I was thinking that maybe, hopefully you'd like to go to the dance with me?"

"Urm… No. Sorry but there is someone else I vould prefer to go with." He looked helplessly between Hermione and the fangirl. The girl stared at him in shock then burst into tears and ran, wailing, back behind the bookcase."

Hermione raised her head from her book. This wasn't impolite, she reasoned. After all it took forever for that bubble-brain fangirl to stammer out 'the big question'. Viktor was staring at her again. She sighed.

"Let's start over, shall we?" She smiled at him. "I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?"

"Viktor Krum. From Durmstrang." Did she detect a hint of a smile? "A pleasure to meet you Viktor." Hermione leaned forward, and put her chin in her hands. "You have been staring at me for the past few days." She observed. "Was there anything you needed?" Definitely a smile that time, she mused.

"I vas hoping you vould go to the ball with me."

Hermione paused, surprised. If there was a small pang in her chest that a certain redhead had not asked her, she ignored it.

"I'd be delighted."