A Snake in the Gryphon's Den: A Riddle in Gryffindor {Completed}

The left hand

An awkward air seemed to arise. To make matters worse Hermione seemed to just storm out of the ballroom. George followed Krum's line of vision and smirked, " Better go after yer girl mate," he snickered sarcastically and darkly.

Viktor just looked at me with a torn expression on his face. It looked like he desperately wanted to say something, but retracted the thought, and bowed his head briskly and made a speedy yet regal exit. My heart sank as he left.

"Did I miss something back there..?" George's sing-song voice echoed with a light but dangerous aura. I met his gaze, then followed his steely eyed glare to a point above my shoulder. I soon recognized the tension and dared not look back. The reflection on the silver topper ware told me that Draco and and another of our cousin's stood right behind me. Unable to take in the tension, I placed a hand above George's.. His palm at my side, flat against the table top as he leaned in to my eye level. My face flushed in awkward embarrassment.

"I-uh-" i paused- my eyes darting to a shiny glint that peeked from under his unbuttoned collar. My thoughts automatically speeding and whirling in circles.. That was the key to my charm.. This.. Person before me.. Was definitely not George. " I gotta go to the girl's lavatory," I added in my best casual tone. " I think I drank a little too much," I joked lightly as I curtsied and rushed out of the double doors.
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Doubledoor seemed to be watching from a distance, and turned to Fleur as her high pitched tones caught his attention as it seemed to carry an irritated note as it bounced into his auditory frames. Turning to view the youth who sat at a table with her younger sister close by, over heard a very snide and sarcastic remark

" Looks like that other Weasley boy didn't do well either.."

Feeling quite curious as to the current situation, decided to retire to his study for tonight. Heavy but regal steps gracefully carried his tired yet smiling profile into the darkened halls. The air was crisp, and cool- almost soothing like mint and all spice blended together. Turning a corner, the echo of traveling angry lyrics made him pause and turn to the view on his right. There in the distance, an unlikely couple seemed to be having a little fray. The boy, a son if Drumstrang.. The girl.. A daughter of Hogwarts. He took a step forward but stopped cold as the girl dressed in regal black turned towards the opposite direction and ran. The boy in red had grabbed her by the wrist but she slapped him a second afterwards. Eyes wide with surprise just stood, quite confused. Figuring it wasn't of his concern or business turned his back only to hear an angry rally of male voices a second after. This peeked at his interest and he turned to watch, slowly approaching. Ronald Weasley's voice taking the lead.

"What did you do to her?" The ginger grabbed Krum's collar threateningly. "Hermione wasn't enough for you? You have to try to take Lizzy too?" He yelled bitterly.

"It is not of your concern," Viktor just stared, his disposition quite cool and complacent.. His mind still registering the shock of being slapped on his right cheek, his vision obviously spacing out to the side ignoring the Weasley.

"I'm talking to you!" Ron hissed, " You think just because your good looking and famous you can play with girls' hearts!?"

Viktor turned, his eyes cold and narrow. " I'm not playing." He said simply. His eyes looked over Ron's shoulder and found The Hogwarts Headmaster walking towards them.

Ron was fuming at the other boy's lack of response. Hearing footsteps echo from behind, quickly released the Drunstrang allowing him to leave. His eyes soon dropped to a piece of parchment that dropped from the lad's pocket. "Hey, you forgot thi-" he paused reading the crumpled text and began laughing.

Viktor turned to Ron quite confused and frowned. In the boy's hand was his letter. "Give me that." The boy let him swipe it with very little effort. "This is not funny." Krum emphasized.

"Don't tell me you believe that," Ron snickered.

"What do you mean..?" Viktor retorted.

"She didn't write tha'." Reading the guest's expression pointed out, " She never writes short letters." He added, "She always explains herself, and her letters smell like chocolate not lavender." He pointed out.

Viktor raised a quizzical eyebrow. What this boy said was true.. He never really noticed it until now. His expression eased up a bit. " So she's not engaged..?" He blurted.

"Of course not!!" Ron clenched his fist, "Why?" He threw back protectively.

Dumbeldore had now arrived to the boys' sides, watching them quite amused.

"You do know she is left handed right?" Dumbledore read into Krum's mental doubt knowing girls do switch perfumes often.

Both students jumped with a start and raised confused eyebrows. The headmaster casually pointed at the letter, " The ink.. It's heavier on the right side of the letters.. A right handed person wrote this." He added awkwardly. Very amused at the puzzled expressions smiled and chuckled. His tones playfully sarcastic, "Good night boys."