Chapter Two.
Written on the dates of December 19, 2013, December 28, 2013, January 4, 2013
Revised January 4, 2013
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series is property of J.K Rowling. This is a parody fanwork made by fans for fans. No money was made off of the creation of this fanwork.
/Hermione/
When Hermione woke up the next morning, she was so distracted that she spent ten minutes trying to put her cloak on before she realized it was her kilt. After getting all the right clothes on the right parts of her body and giving herself a quick onceover in the mirror, she headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Walking in under the floating candles had always entertained Hermione, but this time she looked for something different. Her eyes scanned the sea of heads in search of a certain surly teenager from Durmstrang. Disappointment showed on her face as she saw Viktor already seated with Malfoy and his bodyguards, but she took a seat beside Ron and Harry and began piling eggs and toast onto her plate. Ronald Weasley, after bidding Hermione good morning, promptly launched into his "foolproof plan to get a girl for the Yule Ball."
Looking back towards the Slytherin table, Hermione hoped to get a glance of Krum, only to see that he was already staring at her. His dark eyes seemed to stare right into her soul, and she felt strangely out in the open. A comment from Ron soon caused her to tear her gaze away.
"Girls go for anybody that acts like a "gentleman," you noticed that? So all you have to do is bump into them in the hallway and then pick up their things! Then you just start talking to them and then just ask the question! Brilliant, right Harry? Harry?" Ron was talking at top speed and getting slightly red at the fact that no one was paying attention to him. Harry was busy staring at the Ravenclaw table, more specifically Cho Chang.
"Brilliant..." Harry echoed quietly.
It was true. The Yule Ball was in less than a week and Hermione still had no one to go with. Not that anybody knew that, but if someone ever asked her who she was going with she had her answer planned: I've got my eye on someone. It was just a matter of time until she plucked up the courage to ask him - unless someone else asked her first.
Viktor wasn't too fond of the Slytherins, but they were the first people he had sat with two months ago when they had first arrived. In addition, they had been instructed by Professor Karkaroff to stay at the tables they first sat down at, so here he sat, sandwiched between a pale teenager with white-blonde hair and and an abnormally stupid boy whom Krum doubted ever stopped eating. He looked almost desperately to the other tables, searching for a familiar bushy brown mane of hair. It was not hard to find her.
She sat beside a lanky red-haired boy who was talking about a mile a minute to a boy who sat across from her. This boy had black hair and a jagged scar on his forehead, and Krum felt a small twinge of jealousy until he saw Hermione turn around to look at him. He was so surprised at this that he panicked and turned to the person beside him to distract himself. This person, however, turned out to be none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Who is that girl over there?" Krum asked, pointing towards Hermione.
Malfoy turned and followed his gaze to the know-it-all Mudblood that sat beside famous Harry Potter. "Who, Granger? Filthy Mudblood, she is. You had best stay away from her."
Viktor's disappointment showed on his face only for an instant. "Oh. Vell, do you know if she is going to the Yule Ball?"
Disbelief flooded Malfoy's face, unsure if he heard correctly. "No. And whoever does ask her will probably the most desperate guy at this bloody school, so I'm betting on Longbottom. If it was me, I just wouldn't go. You're not planning on ASKING HER, are you?"
Krum didn't reply. Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned back to his previous conversation. Viktor looked back towards the Gryffindor table, only to discover that Hermione had left. He swallowed hard, stood up, and proceeded to the Gryffindor table, more specifically the red and black haired boys that she had been sitting with.
"Do you know vare Her-mo-ninny has gone?" He said her name as best he could. The red-haired boy, whom Krum presumed was the Ron that Hermione had briefly mentioned in their first account, only gaped, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Harry Potter, of course, needed no introduction, and promptly answered Viktor's question.
"The library." He replied. "She spends half her time in there."
Krum's head swivelled to look at the entrance to the Great Hall, then back to Harry and Ron. Saying a quick thank you, he turned on his heel and strode off in search of Hermione.
