Summary
His group fanciers were giggling louder than ever before, but Krum was no where to be seen, or at least that's what she thought, until she heard the fraustrated muttering. "Hello, my name is Viktor Krum, the seeker. No, that sounds stupid, she alveady knows vho you are, and you sound vain." My version of how Viktor asks Hermione to the Ball, and it carries on from then.