He was alone, sat on the side lines watching her dance and smile with Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Bon-Bon. The guy wasn't even that cool anyway. Just because he was an amazing seeker didn't mean he could just stroll into Hermione's life and ask her out like that! It was ridiculous. He'd been here first; he had first dips on Hermione. And yet… she was dancing with the Bon-Bon, her arms around his neck, her mouth whispering something in his ear.

He could picture himself in Krum's shoes, Triwizard Champion, most loved guy in the entire world, Hermione on his arm. He would give all the money and glory in the world just to have Hermione. Even if they lived like his parents, off nothing and had dozens of children to feed, he wouldn't care, because it would be Hermione who was by his side.

Draining his butter beer he couldn't take anymore of this. He walked up to the dancing couple.

"Excuse me, I think you're dancing with my girl."

Neither Hermione nor Krum got a chance to answer before he'd taken her into his arms and waltz away with her, Krum lying on the floor, in a full body binding spell.

"What are you playing at!" she hissed, dragging him off the dance floor.

Ron kissed her, like he'd never kissed her before, all his fir and anger and passion for her pouring out.

"I love you! Hermione I love you and I can't stand on the side line and watch you with that… that Bon-Bon!" She stopped him, placing a finger over his lips, silencing him.

"This isn't the place Ron, but I've waited years for you to say that. Let's just dance, we're making a scene." Ron smiled at her, unable to believe what she was saying to him.

"And you apologise to Viktor and your parents and Fleur and Bill and,"

"Hermione, do you come with an off button?" She just scowled up at him, but he saw the smile in her eyes.

As he dips her to the floor he looks across at Viktor Krum, stood on the side lines, scowling at him.

"Take that Bon-Bon." Rom muttered under his breath before going back to the dancing, his prize in his arms.