It was four days till the Yule ball and Hogwarts had become alive with excitement.

The excitement was every where. Not excluding the library. In fact it was defiantly in the library.

A boy and a girl sat together and while she studied, he watched her drinking in her every move as if it were like his oxygen.

Never before had she had such a bad concentration level.

Finally Hermione gave up. Looking in to Viktor's eyes was the only thing she wanted to do.

"I can't wait for the ball," she said to him as she slammed her book shut

"Neither can I Hermy-own-ninny," he said as he kissed her forehead.

"Thank you for asking me," she said quietly whispering so no one could here the young couple's conversation but them.

"It is my pleasure Hermy," he said to her smoothly and all work matters were forgotten.

Kissing, it was passionate. Hermione had never felt like this before and if it wasn't with Viktor, then she never wanted to again.