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Viktor didn’t hesitate as he crossed the room, his eyes locked on me with that same unyielding focus I knew too well. Each step seemed to echo louder than the last, drowning out the noise of the pub. My breath hitched, and I instinctively shifted in my seat, unsure if I wanted to run or face whatever this was.

Draco noticed the change in my posture. He leaned back, draping one arm casually over the back of his chair, though I could feel the tension rolling off him. "He’s making a beeline for you," Draco said quietly, his voice edged with a coolness that didn't match his relaxed pose.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as Viktor stopped directly in front of me. His presence was overwhelming, just like it used to be—tall, broad, with those intense dark eyes that held me in place. He was so close now that I could catch the faint scent of the cold air lingering on his clothes.

“Hello,” Viktor said, his deep, familiar voice filling the small space between us. His accent wrapped around the word, making it sound like more than a simple greeting. His gaze flickered to Draco for the briefest second, then back to me, unreadable.

Draco’s smirk was immediate, sharp, as he tilted his head, looking between us. “Krum,” he said smoothly, but there was an undercurrent to his voice. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Viktor didn’t respond to Draco, his focus still on me, waiting. I wasn’t sure what he was waiting for—an acknowledgment, a reaction, anything. But all I could do was sit there, my heart pounding in my chest, wondering what the hell was going to happen next.

The air between us felt heavy, thick with words unspoken and memories unresolved. I met Viktor’s gaze, feeling the weight of it, and for a moment, it was like no time had passed at all. The years, the distance—it all faded away. But then Draco shifted beside me, his presence a sharp reminder that things were different now.

“Viktor,” I finally managed, my voice quieter than I intended. His name tasted strange on my tongue after all this time, but it also felt... familiar. Too familiar.

A flicker of something crossed Viktor’s face—relief, maybe, or understanding. But it was gone before I could read it fully. He nodded slightly, acknowledging my response, though his eyes held mine a moment longer than necessary.

“I did not expect to see you here,” he said, his voice steady, but there was an underlying tension. It wasn’t a simple observation. It felt like he was saying more, asking more, without really asking.

Before I could respond, Draco leaned forward, his smirk widening as he looked between us. “Small world, isn’t it?” he drawled, his tone thick with amusement that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Though I can’t say I’m surprised you’d turn up in a place like this, Krum.”

Viktor’s gaze flicked to Draco, unreadable but calm, as though he were sizing him up. “I was meeting some people,” Viktor said, his voice cool. “But I did not know you two... were close.” His eyes settled back on me with a quiet question, one I wasn’t sure I was ready to answer.

Draco chuckled, though it was more of a hum under his breath. “Well, things change, don’t they?” he said lightly, but his arm draped across the back of my chair felt heavier now, more deliberate.

I could feel the tension between the two of them growing, sharp like the cold air Viktor had brought in with him. My mind raced, trying to think of what to say, how to diffuse whatever this was before it spiraled into something worse. But the truth was, I didn’t know how to handle this. Viktor, Draco, and me—this wasn’t a situation I’d ever imagined being in.

“I didn’t know you were back,” I finally said to Viktor, trying to keep my voice steady. “Good job with your task today.."

“Thanks." Viktor replied, his eyes softening slightly, though the tension remained in his shoulders.

The words hung in the air between us, laden with meaning I wasn’t ready to unpack. Draco’s fingers brushed the back of my neck casually, but the gesture felt possessive, staking some silent claim. I felt the pull of both of them, and I wasn’t sure which direction I was supposed to lean.

I was stuck at a crossroads. Me and Draco were no where near close with being close like that again, let alone him being..affectionate. Maybe this is just an act for right now, to get Viktor away from us, I hope that's all it is.

Soon enough, Viktor and his group walk to the back of the building and out of our sight, I turn to Draco to see him already looking over at me, playing with my hair. The goosebumps on my skin were visible enough to drive him insane.

Right on time, Blaise and Theo came back from talking to the quidditch players. I let out a deep sigh of relief and leaned back in my seat, crushing Draco's hand on accident.

I felt him shift his hand uncomfortably and I apologized with a simple 'Sorry'. I couldn't think for some reason. There was nothing wrong, nothing to be scared of.

Draco and Rosmerta

Viktor talking to me for real

Draco touching me

"Get out of my brain.." I whispered to myself. I turned to my side and Draco was still staring at me, maybe he heard what I said...he's gonna think I'm crazy.

I stayed silent with a blank expression in the meantime while they drank. The only time my expression changed is when I see Rosmerta approaching us and going to Draco's side of the table.

I stayed there looking up at her look at Draco. I could feel my jaw clench and my eyes lowering into a glare without her noticing. What is going on? The way she talked to him..looked at him..grazed her hand over his shoulder..

I didn't know what got a hold of me at a moment like this, but the next thing I know..my fist went flying at her face and left her laying on the floor with me standing over her.