"Yeah, but there’s still the giant squid," said Ron. He didn’t sound anxious— if anything, he sounded hopeful. Hermione noticed his tone of voice and frowned.
He climbed into the common room and found Ron and Hermione having a blazing row. Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face.
Krum had just arrived at their table clutching two butterbeers.
“No idea,” said Ron mulishly, looking up at him. “Lost her, have you?”
Krum was looking very surly again.
“Vell, if you see her, tell her I haff drinks,” he said, and he slouched off.
“Made friends with Viktor Krum, have you, Ron?”
Percy had bustled over, rubbing his hands together and looking extremely pompous. “Excellent! That’s the whole point, you know— international magical cooperation!”
"Of course they are — did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me?"
“No, I mean, they’re different from how they were before he put that hex on you… they’re all…straight and — and normalsized.”
Hermione suddenly smiled very mischievously, and Harry noticed it too. It was a very different smile from the one he remembered.
"Twitchy little ferret, aren’t you, Malfoy?" said Hermione scathingly, and she, Harry, and Ron went up the marble staircase laughing heartily.
"You’re joking, Weasley!" said Malfoy, behind them. "You’re not telling me someone’s asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"
Harry and Ron both whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoy’s shoulder, “Hello, Professor Moody!”
Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finished his stew.
Hermione— who are you going to the ball with?" said Ron.
He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione merely frowned and said, “I’m not telling you, you’ll just make fun of me.
"Oh I see," Hermione said, bristling. "So basically, you’re going to take the best-looking girl who’ll have you, even if she’s completely horrible?"
“Er— yeah, that sounds about right,” said Ron.
Right little ray of sunshine, aren’t you?" said Ron. "You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime.
"You two are so stupid!" she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug and dashed away, now positively howling.
"Barking mad," said Ron, shaking his head.