Ugh... I'm still sick, and I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. But now I'm banned from doing just about anything, so I had time to come and see all my little Evil-doers.

Hermione still had not managed to find her wand after several periods, and she was very disgruntled about it. Although she only had Potions and Ancient Runes, neither of which actually required the use of her wand, Hermione was sure the professors KNEW she didn't
have her wand about her and were going to penelize her for it. Hadn't Snape seemed especially scary this afternoon?

The final class of the day was Care of Magical Creatures. Hermione was certain that Hagrid was shooting her disappointed looks as he talked.

"Today, I 'ave a special surprise for all of you," Hagrid said, leading them around to a fenced in area holding a small dragon. The class, including Ron, was surprised to see Charlie Weasley sitting on the fence looking quite rugged and handsome. *sigh*

Suddenly, Zymurgy appeared to poke the author. "Um... Cass?"

"What?"

"The other Eliters and I took a vote, and we've decided that we are quite frightened by you going all fangirl on us, especially about a secondary character who hasn't done anything major or appeared for very long in any books. We demand that you cease and desist."

"But look at him... he's all... Charlie-ish."

Zy looks over to the fence. "Yes, quite nice. Don't you have something you should be doing now?"

"Um... I need to do some laundry."

"Maybe a story to finish?"

"Right."

Ron raced over to the fence. "Charlie? What are you doing here? Did you come all this way just to show the class a dragon?"

Charlie ruffled Ron's hair and hopped off the fence to join the class. "We just bred these new non-fire breathing dragons. This one is named Rudolph. The other dragons are really mean to him. Laugh and call him names. They never let poor Rudolph join in any
dragon games. We decided he needed a good home, and who better than our favorite lover of odd animals?"

"You brought Hagrid a dragon? Are you mad?"

"Eh, probably. There is a lack of the niceties in Romania that causes a man to be a little crazy after a while."

On spotting Hermione and Harry, Charlie greeted them and then said to Hermione, "Oh, I almost forgot. That dodgy foreign chappy asked me to give this to you." He handed her a long, thin package.

She ripped it open, to discover her wand laying inside. "My wand? Wha-?" It looked the same, except for some words engraved in a curly script on the side. "The cows in Spain fly mainly in the plain," she read off the side.

"Yeah, I would say his English is great," Ron said sarcastically.

"My WAND!" Hermione screeched, causing several students to cover their ears and the young dragon to go berzerk. She turned and ran from class, causing quite a few jaws to drop. Hermione Granger skipping class? The world was upside down.

"Viktor!" Hermione screeched, running through the halls of the castle. He appeared from behind a statue, making her start in surprise and fall over.

From the floor, she yelled, "Viktor Krum! What did you do to my wand?"

"It is my present to you, Her-my-own-ninny. It is a traditional saying in my country used to tell of big feelings," Krum explained, turning quite red.

"What?" Hermione was a smart girl, but she was having some trouble understanding what he was talking about. "What are you telling me?"

"I haf told you before. I am marrying you someday. I haf wrote you a poem." He handed her a card. The outside was a delicate watercolor painting of house elves decorating a Christmas tree with socks. Inside was the message, "Roses are reddish, Violets are
bluish, if it wasn't for Christmas, we'd all be Jewish."

"Um... it's lovely," Hermione was very confused. "But... it's April. Why a Christmas card?"

"It took me a long time to write it. I am not very good with the English sometimes, but it is getting to be better. But, Her-my-own-ninny, I am telling you that I am loving you forever!"

With a flash of red hair, Ron appeared from nowhere and tackled Viktor. Apparently, he and Harry had followed Hermione up from the grounds and had found her just as Viktor made his declaration of undying love. While Hermione and Harry looked on in mild surprise (afterall, Ron was a bit... hasty), Ron and Viktor rolled around on the floor, yelling loud and unintelligable things.

Finally, they pryed them apart. "Stop, stop," Hermione said, using her infuriatingly logical tone. "Someone will just get hurt and that's pointless."

Both boys lay on the floor, panting from the exertion. Hermione crossed her arms and gave them a glare that reminded Ron eerily of his mother.

"Ron, go to your room! No, don't argue... go!" He sulked away. "Harry, you go too."

"But I didn't..."

"I don't care. GO!" Harry high-tailed it out of there.

"Viktor." He looked at her expectantly. "I... I'm flattered by your feelings for me, but I just want to be friends."

"Yah," he nodded in agreement, making Hermione want to do an Irish step dance in celebration. Except she didn't know how, so she didn't. "It is very important for a husband and a wife to be friends. I want to be your friend too."

"No," her heart sank. "Um... I don't want to marry you. I'm too young."

"I will wait forever for you."

"I'm already seeing someone," she blurted out in exasperation. Viktor stared at her wordlessly, then got to his feet.

"I see. I will be going back to Bulgaria." He began to shuffle off, but Hermione suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

"Viktor, I'd like to introdue you to friend of mine. I know for a fact that she like Quidditch players."

They moved off down the hall together. "What his her name?"

"Cho."