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Fourth Year~Chapter Twelve

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Third Person POV

'I don't believe it!' Ron said, in a stunned voice, as the Hogwarts students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durmstrang. 'Krum, (Y/N)! Viktor Krum!'

'I had no idea he was still at school,' said (Y/N), looking humoured by Ron's excitement.

'For heaven's sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player,' said Hermione.

'Only a Quidditch player?' Ron said, looking at her as though he couldn't believe his ears. 'Hermione – he's one of the best Seekers in the world!'

As they recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, Harry saw Lee Jordan jumping up and down on the soles of his feet to get a better look at the back of Krum's head. Several sixth-year girls were frantically searching their pockets as they walked – 'Oh I don't believe it, I haven't got a single quill on me –'

'D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?'

'Really,' Hermione said loftily as they passed the girls, now squabbling over the lipstick.

'I'm getting his autograph if I can,' said Ron. 'You haven't got a quill, have you, Harry?'

'Nope, they're upstairs in my bag,' said Harry.

'(Y/N)?'

'I have a lipstick you can use,' said (Y/N), grinning. 'So you won't have to fight those girls over one.'

'I can't ask Krum to sign something in lipstick!' Ron exclaimed.

'Your loss,' (Y/N) shrugged.

They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron took care to sit on the side facing the doorway, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered around it, apparently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beauxbatons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.

'It's not that cold,' said Hermione defensively. 'Why didn't they bring cloaks?'

'Over here! Come and sit over here!' Ron hissed. 'Over here! Hermione, budgeup, make a space –'

'What?'

'Too late,' said Ron bitterly.

Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students had settled themselves at the Slytherin table. Harry could see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looking very smug about this. As he watched, Malfoy bent forward to speak to Krum.

'Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him, Malfoy,' said Ron scathingly. 'I bet Krum can see right through him, though ... bet he gets people fawning over him all the time ... Where d'you reckon they're going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry ... I wouldn't mind giving him my bed, I could kip on a camp bed.'

Hermione snorted and (Y/N) tried to refrain from rolling her eyes in amusement.

'They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot,' said Harry. The Durmstrang students were pulling off their heavy furs and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest; a couple of them were picking up the golden plates and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed.

Up at the staff table, Filch, the caretaker, was adding chairs. He was wearing his moldy old tailcoat in honor of the occasion. Harry was surprised to see that he added four chairs, two on either side of Dumbledore's.