Viktor was becoming uncomfortable waiting for Hermione's arrival. People were pushing past him and giving him odd looks. He looked up the stairs to where Hermione's house dorms were, a girl in beautiful periwinkle-blue robes hurried down the stairs.

"Hi," she said breathlessly coming up to him.

"Hermy-own?" Viktor's jaw had dropped and he looked at her as if he had never seen her before. He cleared his throat, stood up straight and offered Hermione his arm, "Ve haff to meet the rest at the ship."

"Okay," Hermione took Viktor's arm and they walked out to the ship. Karkaroff was standing in front of the ship waiting from Viktor.

"Ah Viktor, is this lovely young lady your date for tonight?" Karkaroff held out his hand and Hermione took it.

"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione had a fake smile plastered on her face, Viktor could tell that Karkaroff was making her uncomfortable.

Before long Vlad and Katerina had exited the ship and ran up to Hermione. "This is my friend Vladimir and his date Katerina."

"Hermy-own, I loff your robes, they beautiful," Katerina stepped up and grasped Hermione's hand. Viktor introduced Hermione to his fellow students and Hermione seemed to be happy to meet them all.

After Hermione had been introduced to everyone Karkaroff interrupted, "Well, I believe it is time that we went to the Great Hall."

They walked toward to the Great Hall, Viktor and Hermione were leading the pack. When they entered the hall everyone turned and stared at them. Viktor smiled serenely and headed toward the Great Hall. Heads turned as they passed and people gaped as they saw Hermione.

They stood not far from the Harry and his date, it took a while for Harry to notice them, Viktor found it weird. When he finally looked over he had a look of sheer amazement and Viktor stifled a laugh. "Hi Harry," Hermione said. "Hi Pavarti." The girl named Pavarti gaped at Hermione and it took all of Viktor's power not to loose control and laugh uncontrollably.

People passed them and many girls stared in disbelief at Hermione, Viktor wondered why so many people were so shocked. After everyone had shuffled into the hall a teacher with a sharp face told them to line up and enter the great hall. They walked past the crowds of people who applauded as they walked by; Hermione's face became beet red.

They walked over to a table where all the judges were sitting, except Mr. Crouch was missing. They sat down at the table and Viktor turned to Hermione, "Vhere is Crouch?"

"I don't know, but that's Percy Weasley, he's my friend's brother," Hermione said adding the last part rapidly. Viktor nodded his head and then they sat in silence waiting for someone to tell them what to do next. He looked over at Dumbledore and saw him looking at his menu, so Viktor mimicked him.

Dumbledore set down his menu and said Pork Chops to his plate. Suddenly the food appeared on the headmaster's plate and the others followed his example. Soon everyone in the Great hall was ordering their food, eating and talking to the others at their table.

Viktor wasn't sure exactly what he ordered, but it tasted alright, he was far more interested in Hermione. "Hemy-own vhat did happen to your hair, it is different," he let his eyes rove over the soft contours of her face.

"Oh, I used some special hair potion, but that's not important," Hermione quickly changed the subject. "What is your school like?"

"Vell, ve haff a castle also, not as big as this, not as comfortable, I am thinking," he was began and realized that she was actually interested in him. "Ve have just four floors, and the fires are lit only for magical purposes. But ve haff grounds larger than even these—though in vinter, ve haff very little daylight, so ve are not enjoying them. But in the summer ve are flying everyday, over the lakes and the mountains—"

"Now, now Viktor!" Karkaroff interrupted with a laugh, but Viktor knew he wanted Viktor to shut up, "don't go giving away anything else, now, or your charming friend will know exactly where to find us!"

"Igor all this secrecy…one would think that you didn't want visitors," Dumbledore said kindly. Viktor knew that Karkaroff would continue this conversation and Viktor didn't want to hear the rest.

"Hermy-own, vhat is the favorite class that you are taking?" Viktor asked and blushed, her name sounded so weird on his lips.

"What's the matter Viktor," Hermione had noticed his face flush.

"It is nothing," he wanted to drop the subject before he made things worse, but Hermione glared at him and he confessed. "It is just that I am not saying your name right."

"Oh well, okay I can teach you," Hermione said adjusting herself in her seat. "Just say what I say," Viktor nodded, "Her."

"Her," Viktor repeated without really catching anything he was too busy watching her lips.

"My."

"My."

"Oh."

"Oh."

"Nee."

"Nee."

"Okay, now put it together," Hermione's smile was soft, Viktor desperately waned o kiss her.

"Hermy-owny," Viktor wanted to bash his head against the table, he had say it wrong again.

"Her-my-oh-nee," she said slowly and clearly making sure he heard her properly.

"Herm-own-ninny," he knew he had said it wrong again but it was a bit closer.

"Close enough," she looked up and smiled at Harry and jealousy flared up in Viktor, but soon Hermione turned back to him. "It really did come out fine," she gently set her hand on top of his and his heart began to ricochet around his chest.

When the food was cleared from the plates Dumbledore stood up and requested that the students follow his example. He made caused the tables to move to the edges of the room so that the floor was clear. He conjured a raised platform and all the equipment for the band were on it. The Weird Sisters came up on the stage and began to play. Viktor stood up and held his hand out to Hermione, "May I haff this dance."


A/N: I know I said I wasn't going to be updating soon but inspiration beat me down and so I've edited this chapter and hopefully it is better. Oh and the end line, well Viktor had to sound a bit smooth. Reviews are like crack and I'm an addict. :D Oh and thanks to Water Block who made me some beautiful collages for this story. Now I have to find out what to do with them so that you all can see them. T.T.F.N. Ta-ta-for-now.