CHAPTER 2
As she stormed out of the Hall, Hermione realized how much time she still had left so she used it to go to the library.
Once she was there, Hermione took out a random book and opened it to a random page: Pretending to be reading.
But she wasn't reading; she was thinking. How could I? I forgot about Ron? I can't believe that until now she fancies me! I've made a horrible decision: How could I go out with Harry if Ron still has feelings for me? It's going to ruin Harry's and my friendship with Ron! What am I going to do? Her own questions swam in her head until she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, but vat is rong?" said a man's voice. She looked up and saw Viktor Krum with his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, it's nothing," she lied, "Its Viktor, right?"
"Yes. May I ask for your name?" Viktor said.
"Hermione," she said, "Hermione Granger."
"Hermy-own?" he asked pronouncing Hermione's name incorrectly, "That is a beautiful name."
Hermione blushed and said, "Actually, it's pronounced as Her-my-oh-nee."
"Herm-own-ninny?" Krum said.
"Well, that will do, I suppose," Hermione said. She could see how hard Viktor was trying to pronounce it.
"Anyvay, Herm-own-ninny, I vanted to ask you if you vould like to go to this Yule ball vith me, tomorrow?"
And with thinking This could be it. This is a way I can't break Ron's friendship with Harry; and without thinking how Harry would feel, she said "Yes."
Once she was in class, she forgot about everything that has to do with the Yule ball and paid attention to Professor McGonagall.
But once it was lunch break, Hermione hurried off to the common room, which was surprisingly empty.
She sat down on one of the comfy armchairs and was lost in deep thought, again. Oh no! What will Harry do or say if I went with another guy to the ball? Way to go, Granger! You've officially broke Harry and Ron's heart and your head. Well, how about go with Harry? No, remember Ron and Viktor's heart. What about with Ron? Harry and Viktor's heart. How about not going at all? No! Are you crazy? You'll be breaking three hearts. No! No! No . . . .
Hermione opened her eyes to see that she was lying on one of the couches in the Gryffindor common room. She found herself looking at Harry.
"Hermione, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am. What happened?" she replied and sat up and saw that the common room was empty except for her, Harry and Ron, who was making her way towards her. And it was then until she noticed that it was night-time.
"What happened?" asked Ron, "You're the one whose supposed to be telling us what happened!"
"Harry?" she turned to Harry.
"Well, it was lunch time and you weren't in the Great Hall so me and Ron went up here to find you sleeping on one of the chairs so we transferred to the couch."
"Uhmm . . . Thanks," she said standing up, "So I missed all the afternoon classes?"
"Yeah," Ron said, "We told the professors that you were not feeling well."
"And I tried to take down notes for you," Harry said, "And we also brought up your homework."
"Thanks so much, guys," Hermione said, "Now I really need to get some rest. Thanks a lot."