What a load of rubbish, Ron thought as he was walking up and down the lobby of Gryffindor tour. "What does he think he know?" He cursed himself. He was supposed to be doing his homework, but he couldn't concentrate now. Hermione was off in the library as always, with Viktor Krum. That no good, rotten guy. How on earth could he compare to Viktor Krum?
Harry claims he didn't put his name in the cup, but it did call him. Did it not? While staring at the fireplace Hermione stomped right in with a grimace. He turned to face her. "What has nipped you in the butt?" Ron asked and raised his eyebrows. His mood was obviously fowl, but he bent the rules for his best friend. Though, he was in fact jealous that Viktor has her attention
As she sat down she sighed. "Viktor Krum." She said frustratingly. "That fool didn't know what fun was when it hit him in the face." She grimaced. "He kept on watching me while I was doing my homework. Let's just say it wasn't the best date ever. He's more," she paused for a moment and bit her lip. "Eye candy."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Right, well, I'm out." He muttered. "I don't need to know anything about Viktor Krum. Seems like everyone is having fun but me." He said aggravatingly. He rushed out of the lobby before Hermione could say another word.