Twelve Kisses

Year Four: The Not So First Kiss

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.

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 -"