As I said above, I had made friends with Viktor Krum. Once I found that my two "friends" weren't going to be likely to ask me to the ball, I made sure to let him know that I didn't have a date, and I was so disappointed that I couldn't go. The rest, as they say, was history. Those silly girls who were hanging around giggling and staring at him scared him half to death, and he thought of me as someone who liked him for something besides bloody Quidditch. Little did he know...