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From dinner to the next day's class I'm totally happy and at one point Hermione shakes my shoulder. "What's wrong with you? You've been grinning all day like Snape gave you something out of this world!”
"Similarly," I laugh and softly tell her that Viktor and I would meet up later, to which she grins.
"So Y/n did it again." "What does 'again' mean here? I didn't do anything! He asked me!” I tell her with a grin.
"Anyway, you guys have a date," she says matter-of-factly. A date? I hadn't even looked at it that way. Actually, I saw it as a training session with a professional player, and that's basically how it is. I'm not going to freak out about it now. Still, I'm pretty excited as I walk toward the Quidditch pitch.
As an aside, I notice that the girls I pass give me pretty beastly looks and I find that kind of funny. Before they used to give me silly looks for dating Cormac, but they're welcome to him now. I see Viktor from afar and my heart trembles. Viktor Krum wants to spend time with me.
I take a deep breath. Keep calm or you'll fall off your broom, Y/n.
He smiles warmly at me and I wonder when he decided to let his feelings out - I really like it.
"Hello, Y/n," he says with that irresistible accent, and I melt.
He is standing in front of me, a tight shirt, dark trousers and the obligatory fur coat thrown over his arm. At least he doesn't wear it to play.
"Hey Viktor," I breathe a little weakly and hurriedly nod to the field. "Let'sgo?"
In fact, we train for quite a long time. I'm learning a lot from him because now in this personal atmosphere I realize that Viktor is the most desirable pro player ever and with good reason.
He shows me numerous maneuvers and trains my reaction time, all with angelic patience and a lot of humor. Up to the point when all of a sudden half the Atlantic seems to come out of the sky.
We're just blowing through the air when buckets and buckets of rain start to fall.
"The training is probably over." Viktor laughs and I have to grin. We hurry to the ground, by then we are already completely soaked, then take the brooms in our hands and run under a grandstand. However, it is not dry there either and Viktor looks at me questioningly.
"And now?" I laugh, grab his hand and pull him galloping behind me into one of the spectator towers. There I let myself fall breathlessly with my back against the wall. My hair is dripping wet on my back, on my arms, on my face, just everywhere and the water is running out in streams. I keep swiping my face to stop these torrents, to get rid of this mass of hair, but it's no use.
I look at Viktor in frustration and then we both laugh. He doesn't have these problems with his short haircut. He slowly approaches me, unbelievably close, and gives me a questioning look.
"May I?" I look back questioningly and he just sees it as confirmation.
He carefully pushes all the strands of hair out of my face and gently wipes my temples and my cheeks and finally the tip of my nose, from which water drips every second.
My lips curl into a smile and I feel my cheeks warm.
"Thanks." As so often, Viktor is silent and smiles back. "I enjoyed the afternoon very much.", he now says softly and looks me directly in the eyes and I want to lose myself, they are so beautiful.
"Me too," I breathe enthusiastically and then notice that my teeth are chattering uncontrollably. "You're freezing," he states, frowning. I just shrug. "I'm used to that. Being wet and then getting the wind… that's not really my thing, you know.” In fact, it's just my body that's freezing.
Actually, I'm even a bit too warm, if I'm honest. But I can feel the cold on my skin and that in itself is a pretty gross feeling. He has to laugh, then he leans into a corner and picks up his fur coat, which he puts around my shoulders. "You shouldn't catch a cold."
"Thanks," I murmur, my head burning for sure. I have never met such a genuinely attentive, kind, accommodating guy. Sure, so was Cormac, but he only played it to get me into bed.
"You don't have to get sick because of that," I say quickly. “I can take a failure like that. But you..."
"Let that be my concern," he says indifferently. "I'm used to the cold."
"Not that I get a complaint because the best Quidditch player in the world can't play anymore because he has a cold because he gave his coat to that weird Y/n," I joke, but he looks at me seriously.
"And if so. A break sometimes wouldn't be bad,” he says quietly.
Then he smiles. "And I don't think you're weird."
"Oh, you just don't know me well enough," I reply, laughing and beaming at him.
"Yes, I would like to work on that," he replies. "Well, if that's what you want." I know I'm looking at him insane right now. I can only nod and can't get a word out. This is too much for my poor little heart. Viktor Krum wants to get to know me better, can you believe it?
“But first we should save ourselves to the castle!” he laughs. "Otherwise you really will freeze to death."
"Oh, weeds don't die!" He looks at me without understanding. "Weed?" "It's such a saying," I explain to him with a smile. "I'm just saying I'm not going to die anytime soon."
I could be honest and tell him I'm cold to the bone, but I'll let that go.
"We'd rather not risk anything, your lips are starting to turn blue," he replies firmly and offers me his arm, which makes my little heart skip a beat. A perfect gentleman. The rain has only let up a bit, but we're soaking wet anyway. It would also be beyond annoying if we missed the champions announcement because we're stuck in this tower. And we're already late.Accordingly, we hurry quickly into the hall, where most of the students have already settled down excitedly. And everyone stares at us as we get there arm and arm. Hermione grins mischievously and Cedric inconspicuously holds up both crossed thumbs and laughs. Viktor turns to me and blows a kiss on my knuckles, then smiles at me in his bow and walks towards the people of his school.
"Viktor, your coat...", I laugh and want to fight my way out of this unbelievably warm fur thing that smells like Viktor, when he imperiously holds up his hand and smiles.
"Leave it on, you need to warm up," he says softly. "You can give it to me later." I notice that I'm blushing again and luckily it's a slightly dim light so maybe nobody but him notices.
Hateful looks accompany me on my way to Hermione and she shifts a bit so that I can sit next to her. "I think you have to tell me something.", she whispers inconspicuously and grins.
"There's not that much," I mumble, all I can do is keep staring at Viktor. I automatically snuggle into his coat and smile. Like a little school girl with a crush, which I definitely am in a way.
Dumbledore announces that the champions will now be chosen and it's all incredibly important and official. The chalice is already spitting out the first piece of paper and in the meantime I'm hoping that two of the male people in this room don't have their names on them.
"Fleur Delacour takes over for Beauxbatons!" Dumbledore announces, and a graceful Frenchwoman stands. She is outrageously pretty and strides gracefully over to Dumbledore, who congratulates her and sends her to a back room. The next note.
"The champion for Durmstrang," calls Dumbledore. "Victor Krum!" My heart sinks into my pants. Great. Viktor in the extremely dangerous Triwizard Tournament. I tuck my head between the furry collar of his coat. He himself is incredibly excited about this, as is his terrifying teacher, Karkaroff. Viktor gets up and goes to Dumbledore, is adored by thousands of squeaking broads and looks at me with a smile. Then he gets congratulated by Dumbledore and disappears as well.
And the last note. "And for Hogwarts... Cedric Diggory!" And my heart just slips out of my body.
That can't be true! I can already hear him cheering and everyone else joining in, but I'm speechless. Of course I'll support him, but it doesn't change the fact that this stuff is dangerous. Before he does anything else, Ced turns to me and smiles broadly at me and I force myself to smile back but hastily blink away the tears. He saw it, I know it. Nevertheless, he has to go to Dumbledore, who then wants to announce that the three champions are now certain and then the goblet of fire spits out another piece of paper. At first all is dead quiet and Dumbledore whispers a name and stares at the piece of parchment in disbelief. Then he lifts his head and calls out, "Harry Potter?" I look at my friend in shock. He didn't do that, did he? Is he completely tired of life? He's not even allowed to participate yet! Furious murmurs rise and some ugly yells fall, but Dumbledore motions Harry over and sends him into the adjacent room as well. Nobody expected that and I'm so shocked by it all that I quickly pull Viktor's coat over my head.

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