The War of the Unwilling Hearts (Harry Potter fanfic [Viktor Krum])

Red, Green, and Blue...Lust, Envy, and It's All For You

I wake to the persistent grumbling of my stomach. With a groan I get up and shower, getting dressed in my robes and throw my hair up into a bun atop my head before heading to the dining room for breakfast.

"Where is everybody?" I ask Vonn as he's the only other one in the room.

"Asleep but the food is untouched." He smiles.

"What time is it?" I sit beside him and open up the paper he hands me.

"Twelve minutes passed six in the morning." I give a chuckle and thank him while dishing a plate of bread with herb cream cheese and various vegetables alongside a bowl of cereal with Swedish yogurt, dried fruit, and nuts.

"You'd think for such a frigid place the Swedish and Norwegian would put some warmth in their breakfast items." I comment out loud.

"There's lamb sausage." Vonn pushes a plate of sausages toward me, steam rising from them in the chill. I grab three of the fat things and pour myself a cup of coffee.

"You're awake early." Karkaroff joins us in the dining hall.

"I'll be sure to take a nap." I smirk. I see something almost resembling a smile before he takes a seat at the small staff table. "When will we be arriving?"

"Nine hours."

"And what's the name of our host?"

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He breathes. "Any other questions?"

"More like a request. I'd like to take a full schedule of our host's curriculum."

"You'll lack the required Dark Arts course."

"No. I want to take that too." He looks at me skeptically.

"I will see what can be done."

"Thank you, Sir." I see something almost like a smirk flit across Karkaroff's face and then disappear. "Thanks for the conversation Vonn. See you later tonight." On my way out I bump into Viktor but I clear my throat, divert my eyes downward and speed up my pace back to my room where I shut and lock my door.

Viktor Krum is a prick. I hate Viktor Krum. I hate Viktor Krum because he's a prick. 

I try to convince myself but something about what happened early in the morning had me questioning that. To try to get my mind off of him I sketch random things but it doesn't work because every so often I'm drawing his eye or our two faces too close for my comfort. His lips make a straight line but my drawings are focused on the curved bow of his upper lip and how his bottom lip is just a bit fuller, pink and soft.

"Damnit!" I holler and throw the sketchbook at the wall. It's even worse with idle hands as the images repeat and torture the deepest containers of dislike in my mind.

Breathe Milena.

Out of desperation I go to the library, hoping to find peace in the crisp old pages of a book. I spend hours reading wizarding philosophy books and making up things for myself to study.

"Milena." Viktor scared me half to death.

"Yeah." I jump to my feet, swallowing hard against the tension in my throat.

"Vee vill be arriving soon."

"T-thanks." I fidget a moment and sprint to my room but Viktor catches me by the waist before I can get passed the table.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just tired. I forgot to nap like I said I would. Didn't get much sleep. Should be fine tonight though." I wiggle out of his grasp and make an extra effort to get to my room as quickly as possible.

Viktor's POV

After Milena ran off I had to get back to my room to change into my nice robes and make myself look presentable but all I could do was stare at her paintings that I'd hung on the wall directly across from my bed. I couldn't stop thinking that her self-portrait didn't do her justice. The eyes didn't shine enough and the tension in her mouth wasn't there, just clinical angles and shapes that looked like Milena but in the same vein didn't.