(this chapter is mostly just a filler..that's why it's so short.)
The other Wizarding Schools had arrived at Hogwarts two days ago, something I'd forgotten to even think about with all the chaos going on. Beauxbatons, a school led by a very large woman called Madam Maxine, and Durmstrang, which was led by Igor Karkaroff.
It didn't seem of great importance to me, but Viktor Krum was among the students in Durmstrang, a fact that Ron took very seriously.
He had taken to following the famous Quidditch player around in the hallways, but hiding behind corners whenever Krum looked his way.
Hermione, however, didn't even have to try to get Krum's attention.
"Viktor Krum is staring at you," I said casually as I pulled out a book from the library shelf. Hermione blushed, her eyes darting over to where Krum stood. He wasn't doing a very good job of being stealthy, as his dark eyes were obviously pointed in Hermione's direction.
"He's probably looking at the books," Hermione shook her head.
"Right where we're standing?" I raised an eyebrow. Krum averted his eyes, picking up a book from a low shelf and opening it. "Nope, he was definitely looking at you, Mione."
Hermione pursed her lips. "Like he'd care about me."
"I don't know, Hermione....you're pretty hot this year--"
"Y/N!" Hermione looked scandalized, but slightly flattered. "You're er-not to bad yourself." She changed the subject. "Oh-don't look now."
I looked. "Damn, he's coming over here."
Krum, who looked awkward as hell without a broomstick, shuffled towards us, holding the book aloft.
"Hullo," he said with a thick accent. "I vos vondering if you knew vere the books on Quidditch are?"
"Er, over there," Hermione answered, pointing to the shelf behind us. "It's sorted from A-Z, by author."
"Thank you," nodded Krum as he continued on to the next isle.
"You're going to tell me that was some kind of coincidence?" I whispered loudly, putting a book back on the shelf. "He obviously wanted to talk to you."
"Or you," reasoned Hermione. "I mean, you know more about Quidditch and broomsticks than me."
"Well, sure," I blinked. "But he doesn't know which one of us likes Quidditch more."
"Shh," Hermione said, subtly pointing through the book aisles to where he was standing. "He might be able to hear you." She shook her head finally. "We should get back to the common room, it's getting late."
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FanfictionDrama. Heartbreak. The fourth year of Hogwarts brings many changes, particularly in the friendship between Y/N Potter and Fred Weasley. Will he confess his true feelings before it's too late?