I lay in my tent trying to go to sleep but I couldn't. I wasn't an outdoorsy girl. I preferred to sleep inside on a nice soft chair in front of a warm fire; all I had here was a folded wooden chair and a campfire. I missed the stone walls of Hogwarts and sleeping in my bed. I missed the Weasley's little burrow and sharing a room with Ginny and Hermione, of course I did that here, but it was inside a cramped little tent.

I sat up. I couldn't take this anymore. I slowly climbed out my pseudo-bed, and went out into the large lounge area of the tent. Mr. Weasley was up reading.

"Oh, Hannah, what are you doing up?" he asked.

"I can't sleep. I was just going to go for a walk to tire myself out if that's alright," I said.

"Of course, just don't be too long and don't wander too far. You know how people get around you," he said.

"Of course, sir," I said. I walked outside.

I walk around the campsite. There were lots of tents, some still had people sitting outside enjoying the evening, others were lit inside and they'd deserted their campfires, and many of them had loud snores from inside.

I stopped when I came to a lit green tent with a small silver snake on it.

"No doubt a Slytherin's tent. I hate how they just broadcast their house to the world like anyone care," I said to myself. I stared at the tent and started to walk away when the tent opened, and Draco Malfoy's head poked out.

"I should've guessed it was you. No one has that much Slytherin pride," I said.

"You found me," he said.

"Yay," I replied with Draco's same "enthusiasm".

"Come in. I've got nothing better to do," he said.

"I don't know. I told Mr. Weasley I wouldn't be long. I should probably go back to my tent," I said.

"Yes, because you always do what you're told," he said.

I glanced around for a moment and then, despite my better judgment, I stepped into his tent. It looked a lot like a small bed room; a bed, a desk, a chair, a wireless, a dresser, a wardrobe, a fireplace, and all the other essentials that a rich boy like Malfoy needed. I imagined that this is what Draco's room at Hogwarts must've looked like, or even his bedroom at home.

"Pack light did you?" I asked. He scoffed at me.

"Nice PJ's," Draco says pointing at the pink flamingo's on my shirt.

"You've got pretty nice pajama's yourself," I say pointing out the fact that he was only wearing black and green stripped boxers. "You must be freezing."

"Just a little cold. My bed's warm so I don't really worry about it," he said.

There is silence between the two of us for a moment.

"Uh, yeah. . . This is awkward," Draco said breaking the silence. I chuckled.

"Speaking of awkward. . . Why did you. . . Why did you kiss me earlier today?" I asked. Draco shrugged.

Draco shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"You have to have a reason," I said.

"But I don't," he said. "I just looked at you and thought 'why not' and so I did."

"You just kissed me out of impulse?" I asked.

"I'm a Malfoy. Acting on impulse is in my nature," he said.

"Well I'm a Potter and. . . Well I don't know exactly what it is that Potters do but when I figure it out, I'll let you know," I replied. Draco chuckled.

"So. . . I assume you told Granger being that you're buddies and all," Draco said sitting on the floor f the tent next to me. I nodded.

"Yeah, I tell her everything, every single thing. There is nothing that I can't tell good 'ol Hermione," I said confidently.

"So you would tell her if I did this?" Draco asked. Without warning he kissed me again. It took me a minute longer to realize what was going on before I pulled away.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked, completely offended, well almost offended.

"It's just in my nature," Draco replied. "I told you that. I just wanted to see how you'd take it the second time and you took it better this time."

"And, what's your point?" I asked.

"I think you're starting fancy me, Potter," he said.

"Don't be thick," I said rolling my eyes.

"Admit it, you do. Otherwise you probably would've hit me or yelled at me or left in a fit, but here you are, still mulling over that kiss," he said.

"Whatever. You're completely stupid," I said. "And as for it being in your stupid nature to just kiss, I think you're just another 14-year-old boy who needs a hormone leash. If you really can't control yourself, go find Pansy. I'm sure she'd love to snog you."

"First of, my hormones are in check, secondly, I would never kiss Pansy again for as long as I live, and third, she's not even here," Draco said. "And I can control myself just fine. . . Just not around you apparently."

". . . I. . . I'm going back to my tent," I said. I got to my feet and walked out. I lingered in front of his tent for a moment and then finally went on my way

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"He snogged you a second time?" Hermione asked the next morning while Ginny was out of our room.

"Yes. I mean, I knew I shouldn't have gone in but ,you know I do things I'm not supposed to do," I said.

"Yes, and that concerns me. But anyway, why did he?" she asked.

"I don't know. I told him that he needed to get his hormones in check and that if he couldn't control himself he needed to go snog someone who actually welcomed it," I said.

"Well spoken," Hermione commented.

"And he said he could control himself just fine, but not around me," I said.

". . . Wow. . . He really does like you, and not just stupid like, he genuinely likes you," Hermione said. I nodded. "Who knew?"

"I certainly didn't," I said. "This puts a real damper on our friendship."

"You'll have to put a stop to that if you want him to stop snogging you," Hermione said.

"I know. . . I just. . . Well, it'll be alright, I guess," I said. "I've got you. That's all I need."

"Harry will love to hear you say that," Hermione said.

"HANNAH!" Ron shouted running into my room. "I LOVE YOU!"

Hermione and I exchanged glances. "What?"

"You know, as a friend," he said. "But seriously, you are like the luckiest girl in the world."

"Cause I have a friend like you," I said.

"Stop flattering me. I already know I'm awesome," he said. "But, Dad, you see he put all our names in this contest where thousands of other people could meet the Bulgarian Quidditch teams and of those thousands of names – they pulled yours."

"Are you sure it wasn't rigged so that the famous Bulgarian Quidditch team could meet famous Hannah Potter?" I asked.

"I think that's the case as well," Hermione said.

"Who cares! You have to go! You have to meet Krum! You have to get me his autograph or my life will be incomplete!" Ron said, dropping to his knees, and shouting to the heavens.

"There'll be cameras. You know I hate reporters," I said.

"PLEASE HANNAH?" Ron begged.

"I don't know, Ron," I said.

Ron started bowing at my feet over and over again.

"He's only going to get more dramatic," Hermione said.

I sighed. "Alright, alright. Just, stop your groveling, it's unnecessary and weird."

"Thank you best friend!" Ron said hugging me.

"Okay, you can let me go, thanks," I said.

Ron squealed like a little girl and danced away.

"How'd you get roped in with him?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. Dumbledore introduced me to the Weasley's when I was five and well. . . Things just went from there. I guess one day I just decided to make Ron Weasley my best friend. Not Ginny or someone who wasn't out of their mind. I picked Ron. The one with an inner fan girl," I said.

"And I got roped in with you and you roped me in with him, and here we are, three years later," she said.

I sighed. "I don't even like Quidditch. I don't even know who Krum is."

"I'm sure you could just ask," Hermione said.

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I knocked on the door to the locker room and it was opened a very large, very tall boy.

"Oh my," I said. "I'm Hannah Potter. I'm here to, meet you guys I guess."

"Come in," the boy said in his thick accent. "Viktor wants to meet you very much."

"Viktor?" I asked as the boy walked me over to him.

"Yes. I am Viktor," someone said. I turned around and there he stood. An Adonis of men, tall, dark, and handsome. He extended his hand. "Viktor Krum."

"Hi, Viktor Krum," I said shaking his hand.

*Oh my gosh, he's so hot.*

"Come sit with me," Viktor said. We sat down on a bench and I tried to maintain m composure. "So I heard you're not a big Quidditch fan."

"No, I watch it mostly because my brother plays. What position are you?" I asked.

"Seeker," he replied.

"Oh, swell. My brother's a seeker," I said. "Best seeker there is in our school. Only ever lost one match and that's because of the dementors."

"Right," Krum said. "And what are you interested in?

"I want to be a potions masters one day," I said. "I'm kind of a prodigy."

"Really?" Viktor said.

"Yeah. . . I could teach you a thing or two," I said. My brain paused. I wasn't using innuendo on Viktor Krum. That would be wrong.

"Well what does Harry want to be?" Viktor asked.

"Harry?" I asked confusedly, having been lost in his eyes.

"Your brother..." he said.

"Oh yeah. It's just been a few hours since we've been separated. Anyway. . . I think he wants to play Quidditch or be an aurora. He'd probably kill to do both if he could," I said. Victor nodded.

"That's pretty good. They're all fine careers," Viktor said.

*They're fine... Just like you.*

"Thanks," I said.

"Have you looked around the stadium yet? It's huge. Like some sort of wonderland don't you think?" Victor asked.

"Totally," I said.

*Your body is a wonderland and I'd like to be Alice.*

Suddenly I didn't feel like innocent little Hannah considering I was taking everything he was saying and turning it into something perverted.

"Well, me and my team have got to get out onto the field soon," Victor said. "It was nice to meet you, Hannah Potter."

"You too, Viktor Krum," I said. "Oh, I almost forgot. My best friend, Ron Weasley, he's like your biggest fan and he asked me to get your autograph."

"I'll send it to him," he said.

"Excellent, thank you," I said. He took my hand and kissed the back of it. My insides went to mush and a camera flashed.

"Until we meet again," he said.

"Sure," I said, keeping in my excited squeal now aware that I was being watched.

I turned to walk away and as I stepped out the locker room there was a bug eyed woman standing there, a notepad and quill in hand.

"Hannah Potter," she said.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not really supposed to talk to reporters without permission," I said.

"Oh, it's just for a short column in Witch Weekly about meeting Krum. He's number three on the Hot Wizards List this month," she said.

Witch Weekly was a teen girl magazine that avoided at all cost.

"I'm Rita Skeeter," she said.

"It's nice to meet you, but if you'd like an interview you'll have to get in contact with Dumbledore. I'm really not supposed to talk to you without permission. I'm sorry," I said.

*That, and I don't want to be a feature in your tabloid.*

"Well, that's too bad," she said. "Nice meeting you."