To the you of 1994

Intentions

Viktor

October 17–Sunday

Viktor knew he had made an absolute fool out of himself trying to say her name, yet he could not bring himself to care. He would make an arse out of himself any day if it meant watching Miss Granger's–no, Hermione's-- lovely pink lips smile at him again. How he wanted to run his finger over her cheek and lip to satiate his curiosity. Were they as soft as they looked? If he were lucky then maybe one day he would find out. And if the gods were to ever smile upon him, he would one day hold her hand and taste those sweet lips.

He had to reel his magic in when her cheeks turned the color of ruby roses when he caught her staring at his forearms. He smirked, his chest filling with pride. The stares and whispers he always received from witches throwing themselves at him had become muted background noise.

But her attentions and stares had him flexing. He wanted her to look at him. Something in him craved her attention. Viktor made a mental note to roll his sleeves up more often and thanked Merlin that the castle was warm enough giving him an excuse to do so. He'd do anything to get her to look at him again like that.

All it had taken was one true smile, and he had gotten so lost in the moment that he had almost lost control and touched her, kissed her, and wrote poems on her skin with his lips. That smile was a daydream, and he never wanted to wake up.

He grinned and looked at the sky. The way she looked at him so expectantly, so interested in him, not the Quidditch star or the Krum heir stirred his magic, heart, and nether regions to no end, the latter he didn't care to entertain.

She was perfect. She had been like a curious seed, and now she blossomed within him. To her, he was always just Viktor , the Transfiguration prodigy. She didn't care for his fame, money, or family name. She talked to him because he was him. She cared for him.

She was intelligent, caring, and beautiful. How was it possible that he could feel so many things from one witch?

As he neared his room, Alexei's laughter echoed throughout the corridor.

Viktor stepped inside and his brother's laughter died. His brown eyes shrunk into slits, his forehead creased. "Fuck Viktor."

"Oh Viktor," Vladimir eyed Viktor's smiling face and burst out laughing. "You are down bad brother." He said through his laughter.

Alexei uncharacteristically remained quiet. "If I didn't know you, I'd say took a love potion by the stupid love-struck look on your face."

Vlad stood up and swung his bare arm on Viktor's shoulders. "Ease up Alexei! Vik here is in love." He wiggled his blond eyebrows.

Viktor shrugged off his friend's arm and sat down next to Oleg.

"I take it went well."

Viktor's smile widened. "We are friends."

Vladimir and Alexei scoffed. "That stupid grin is because you're friends ?"

"For now ."

Oleg scrutinized the Seeker. "You intend to court her?"

Viktor shook his head. "I do."

"Viktor! You can't be serious! We've already talked about this!" Alexei fulminated, his scowl was eerily similar to his brother's. "You know what will happen if–"

"Nothing will happen to her." Viktor glared at his brother. His voice dropped almost to a growl. "Not as long as I have a say in it."

"You can't possibly be thinking of giving her the Krum protection!"