The Yule Ball was beginning to get to Viktor now; all he wanted to do was get some sleep so he could train more for the second task, but no he had to stay and dance. It wasn't that he didn't like Hermione, who was sitting beside him, smiling warmly, no it was because he couldn't stand to watch those Veela flaunting their stuff around the Great Hall, acting as if they're all that, with their flowing silver hair, their angelic features, their dazzling…

"Viktor?"

Viktor blinked, realizing he had been staring open-mouthed and gawked eyed. Hermione sniffed and left.