Third year is skipped. They did way too much arguing and icing each other out for a kiss to take place lol

Everything in bold is taken directly from Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire and is not my own writing.

Those words in italics are thoughts.

Year Four: The Not So First Kiss

Ron had never hated a person more in his entire life than Viktor Krum. That big Bulgarian bastard.

'How dare he stroll his cocky ass in here with Hermione!' ranted Ron in his head. 'Who the hell does he think he is? Hermione is my best friend, not bloody Krum's. She hardly knows this old ass man and she's fawning all over him.'

'So that's why she didn't want to tell me who her date was. She knew I would have forbidden her to go with him. Not that I can control Hermione or anything. I wouldn't want to do that. Maybe forbidden is too harsh a word…"

'Look at them. He can't even bloody dance. The great prat. He barely picked Hermione up in that last turn. Are those muscles just for show, old man? Hermione is as light as a bloody pigmy puff, how the fuck can you not lift her?'

'I know she isn't bringing that huge git over here. Annnnnd she is. Dammit. I have to play nice. Wait no I don't. Fuck that.'

It's hot, isn't it?" said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. "Viktor's just gone to get some drinks."

Ron gave her a withering look. "Viktor?" he said. "Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?"

Hermione looked at him in surprise. "What's up with you?" she said.

"If you don't know," said Ron scathingly, "I'm not going to tell you."

Hermione stared at him, then at Harry, who shrugged.

"Ron, what - ?"

"He's from Durmstrang!" spat Ron. "He's competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! You -you're -" Ron was obviously casting around for words strong enough to describe Hermione's crime, "fraternizing with the enemy, that's what you're doing!"

Hermione's mouth fell open.

"Don't be so stupid!" she said after a moment. "The enemy! Honestly - who was the one who was all excited when they saw him arrive? Who was the one who wanted his autograph? Who's got a model of him up in their dormitory?"

Ron chose to ignore this. "I s'pose he asked you to come with him while you were both in the library?"

"Yes, he did," said Hermione, the pink patches on her cheeks glowing more brightly. "So what?"

"What happened - trying to get him to join spew, were you?"

"No, I wasn't! If you really want to know, he - he said he'd been coming up to the library every day to try and talk to me, but he hadn't been able to pluck up the courage!"

Hermione said this very quickly, and blushed so deeply that she was the same color as Parvati's robes.

"Yeah, well - that's his story," said Ron nastily.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Obvious, isn't it? He's Karkaroff's student, isn't he? He knows who you hang around with. . . . He's just trying to get closer to Harry - get inside information on him - or get near enough to jinx him -"

Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered.

"For your information, he hasn't asked me one single thing about Harry, not one -"

Ron changed tack at the speed of light.

"Then he's hoping you'll help him find out what his egg means! I suppose you've been putting your heads together during those cozy little library sessions -"

"I'd never help him work out that egg!" said Hermione, looking outraged. "Never. How could you say something like that - I want Harry to win the tournament. Harry knows that, don't you, Harry?"

"Uh...I'm not in this..." said Harry, slowly as he threw up his hands.

"You've got a funny way of showing it," sneered Ron.

"This whole tournament's supposed to be about getting to know foreign wizards and making friends with them!" said Hermione hotly.

"Why don't you go and find Vicky, he'll be wondering where you are," said Ron.

"Don't call him Vicky!"

Hermione jumped to her feet and stormed off across the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd. Ron watched her go with a mixture of anger and satisfaction on his face.

"Are you going to ask me to dance at all?" Padma asked him.

"No," said Ron, still glaring after Hermione.

"Fine," snapped Padma, and she got up and went to join Parvati and the Beauxbatons boy, who conjured up one of his friends to join them so fast that Harry could have sworn he had zoomed him there by a Summoning Charm.

"Vare is Herm-own-ninny?" said a voice.

Krum had just arrived at their table clutching two butterbeers.

"No idea," said Ron mulishly, looking up at him. "Lost her, have you?"

Krum was looking surly again.

"Veil, if you see her, tell her I haff drinks," he said, and he slouched off.

Harry looked at Ron and shook his head.

"Was all that necessary Ron?" he asked.

"What? Yes! Yes it bloody was! You should be angry too. What's wrong with you?" asked Ron.

"I don't exactly care, Ron. Meanwhile you're acting like a jealous prat." said Harry chuckling.

Ron's jaw dropped. "Me? Jealous? Of that pompous Bulgarian wanker? You're mental Harry!" said Ron as he got up and walked away.

Ron stormed up the stairs and to the common room. He sat down in a huff, angry and confused.

Jealous. Why would he be jealous? Okay so he's a world famous Quidditch player and he was... Well... just Ron. He wasn't jealous. Hermione should have been truthful about who was taking her to the ball. She shouldn't have gone with some grown man who would do whatever he wanted to manipulate the mind of a teenage girl. He better not be doing anything to his best friend.

For the next two hours, Ron sat on the couch, contemplating ways that he could beat Viktor Krum's ass. The portrait door opened and a giddy looking Hermione walked in. The instant she saw Ron's face, her smile disappeared.

"Back now are we?" questioned Ron. "Did you have fun with your bon bon Vicky?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, stop calling him that! Why are you acting like such a jerk?"

"I'm acting like a jerk?! What the hell! I'm not the one dancing and cavorting with my best mate's bloody competition. And what's worse, he's ancient!"

"He's 18 Ronald..."said Hermione in an annoyed voice.

"And you're barely 15!"

"Wow! Three measly years Ron!"

"Doesn't matter! He's way too old for you. He's just using you!"

Hermione glared daggers at Ron. "Using me?! Is that what you think?"

"Yeah! That's exactly what I think and I don't like it one bloody bit."

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.

"Oh yeah?" Ron yelled back. "What's that?"

"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"

"Well," he sputtered, looking thunderstruck, "well - that just proves - completely missed the point -"

"I didn't miss any point! You're the one who isn't getting it!" yelled Hermione.

"Whatever. Enjoy snogging the enemy." scoffed Ron.

"I did not snog him!"

"But you kissed him, didn't you?!" yelled Ron.

"And if I did?! What's it to you? It wasn't even that serious!"

"Oh really?"

Hermione grabbed face and gave Ron a five second peck on the lips.

"That's all it was in case you were wondering! A meaningless peck!" yelled Hermione, somewhat stunned by her own actions.

Ron stared wide eyed. Did Hermione really just kiss him? Hell, did she even realize what she had done?

Ron decided that maybe the situation needed to be de-escalated.

"Look, can we stop shouting at each other? I don't want to argue with you. Sorry for yelling. If that's all it was then I'm sorry for saying otherwise. It's just that you're my best friend, and I would hate for some cheeky grown man to take advantage of you. That's all." said Ron, trying to calm both himself as well as her down.

Hermione's expression softened. "I actually appreciate that. Sorry for yelling too. Can we just forget this ever happened?"

'No' thought Ron.

"Sure Mione, let's just drop it."

Hermione gave Ron a small smile.

"Oh, and sorry for just kissing you like that. That wasn't right." said Hermione blushing.

Ron found himself blushing as well. "It's okay. Could have been worse. My first kiss could have been wasted on someone who kissed like the giant squid."

The two friends laughed. However, in the backs of their minds they wondered exactly how meaningless their peck on the lips was.