Authour's note:

Well, firstly thank you all those who read the first chapter of my story and were kind enough to leave a review and follow the story! I love you guys :)

So here's chapter 2. It's longer than the earlier one. I hope you like it!

Do stay tuned for more, I'll update as frequently as possible.

Disclaimer : The plot is mine, everything else belongs to our Queen J.K.!

'You look lovely', muttered Krum, kissing her hand gently. She blushed a brillant shade of magenta as he led her to the dias in the Great hall where the other champions were waiting. Hermione smiled at the sight of a very nervous looking Harry with a rather pleased Parvati Patil. Harry couldn't take his eyes off Cho Chang who was clearly busy with Cedric to notice anyone else. Then there was Fleur Delacour, dressed in a figure hugging silvery satin gown that flared up at her calves, she was beauty personified.

Finally Harry's eyes met her and she smiled at him. His eyes widened in recognition as he took in her appearance. She knew what he was thinking. 'You look beautiful!', he mouthed at her and she felt her grin grow wider. Beautiful... she never thought she would be called that. She was the nerdy one, the girl who never bothered about how she looked. And yet here she stood, on the arm of the most eligible guy in the hall, being shot jealous looks by tall, pretty older girls !

She could barely conceal her glee when Pansy Parkinson walked in with Draco Malfoy, both of them looking dumbstruck and lost for insults. She waved slightly to Ginny and Neville who came in soon after, both of them smiling at her.

And then he walked in, dressed in his traditional robes (which were thankfully free of lace though frayed at the edges), with Padma Patil. She gave Hermione an admring look but Ron just walked on without even looking at her.

Ignoring the plummetting feeling in her heart and the tears pricking her eyes, she looked around once again. There were Fred and Angelina, George and Katie, Seamus and Lavender, Dean and Luna and her other friends. The professors were at the high table. She stiffled a giggle as she saw Professor McGonagall in a tartan suit, very different from her usual Black or green robes. Hagrid waved to her and she waved back, her mood elevating.

Soon Professor DUmbledore gestured the band players and the music began. Viktor led her to the dance floor, his hand around her waist. They danced in sync with the music (he was very graceful, she had to admit), slowly revolving on the spot. She giggled nervously once again, seeing Harry trip slightly over the hem of Parvati's robes, who looked like she was certainly having a good time. They stepped off the dance floor when the music finally stopped.

They seated themselves at the one of the small circular tables that had replaced the long house tables for the night and told her all about his life in Bulgaria and she listened with fascination, picturing him flying gracefully over the snow capped mountains (even though it was a really silly image). She laughed at all the right places and in turn told him about herself, her parents, their occupation and he listened asking a lot of questions. Her eyes snapped over to Ron once who turned away at once, refusing to meet her eyes. She looked at Harry who was in a conversation with Percy, looking as if he would rather be anywhere else in the world. She smiled before returning her attention to Krum who was telling her about his grandfather.

Soon after, the Weird Sisters came on the stage to play, admist many cheers from the crowd.

She tapped her feet to the fast tune before Viktor asked her to dance once again. She nodded happily as they walked towards the dance floor. Viktor twirled her around and they danced to the fast tune, enjoying the speeding beats, till her feet started aching and she motioned to him that she simply couldn't dance anymore. They stepped off the dance floor, both breathless.

'Wait here, I'll go get some drinks for us', said Viktor before disappearing in the crowd of students.

She caught sight of Ron and Harry sitting slumped against the seats looking thoroughly dates had evidently run off to dance with someone else. She approached them and sank in the chair between them.

'Hot. isn't it? Viktor's gone to get some drinks, you both want to join us?', she asked uncertainly, remembering Ron's behaviour from earlier.

'Viktor? Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?', he snarled at her.

'Ron..what..?', she spluttered in coherently before he started ranting again.

'He's the enemy, he's obviously using you to know about Harry-'

'For your information, he hasn't asked me anything about Harry-'

Harry tried to intervene but was interrupted by Ron almost instantly.

'He's much older than you anyway-'

'What?! You dare to think of me like that!-'

'I just wanted to make sure-'

'Save it, Ron' she said frigidly, he tone startling Ron and Harry both.'Thank you for ruining the best evening of my life Ronald', she spat before storming away in the direction of the bar.

She looked around several times, failing to spot Viktor anywhere. Finally she slumped in a seat, exhausted physically as well as mentally.

'A butterbeer please', she said to the bartender who nodded and handed her a glass of the foaming amber liquid. She downed it in two gulps, the warmness of the drink slithering down her throat calming her in a strange way.

'Another one please', she requested and once again drank it up in no time. Her eyes were still darting around, looking for Viktor, but he was nowhere to be seen. She spotted Fred and Angelina waltzing around at the speed of light, Ginny and Neville dancing slowly, Ginny wincing every time he stepped on her feet, Dean and Luna were simply revolving around the spot, neither knowing how to dance, Fleur and Roger were entwined in an embrace, but still no sign of Viktor.

She gulped down her fourth glass of butterbeer in dismay. She didn't want to end up wasted but she simply had nothing else to do. Her chin rested over her elbow as her eyes once again began their detour trying to identify a burly Quidditch player in deep red robes.

'Well, well...looking for someone are we?', said a familiar cold voice from behind her.

Yay! Our silver haired ferret finally enters the scene! The next chapter will be exciting and will have a lot of Dramione I promise you!