Imagines [Book Two]

Harry Potter [Viktor X Reader]

Imagine being late to dinner the night Beauxbatons and Durmstrang first arrive. When the spotlight is momentarily thrust upon you, you find yourself under the curious gaze of the Wizarding World's most famous Quidditch Seeker- Viktor Krum.

Cringing at the noise the giant oak door makes as you nudge it open slowly to the Great Hall, you slip inside in a crouch and creep over towards your house table in hopes of going unnoticed. Those sitting close to the ends of each table snicker at you, you then flashing them your most innocent smile.

The students at Gryffindor table make some room for you and you take a seat immediately to let some of the attention die down. "Operation Get-Y/N-To-Her-Seat is a go," you utter.

The Gryffindor's snicker again before passing the message down to the person seated next to them, the muffled laughter becoming more distinguishable as the message makes it's way down the table. The operation in question is one the Weasley twins came up with when you were late to dinner one too many times, especially the ones when Dumbledore had some speech to make, and came up with a plan to help you get to your seat without drawing attention to your tardiness. Once everyone had the message, they'd tuck their legs in under their seats to make it easier for you to bear crawl as fast as you can underneath the table until you made it to your seat.

Once you have the go ahead, you slip out of your seat and underneath the table much to everyone's amusement. Dumbledore is giving some speech about the Triwizard tournament and about school unity, but all you're worried about is getting to your seat before the food appears.

As your scrambling underneath, a hand suddenly catches you by the forehead. You bite at the offending appendage, smirking when you hear a muffled yelp, and then climb up into the vacant seat only to come face to face with Harry and Ron. On either side of you are Hermione and Fred, Fred being the one cradling his hand and glaring at you.

"See if I help you next time," he grumbles.

"Yeah? Well don't slap my forehead and you won't get bitten!"

"I was trying to help!"

"..and as usual, thank you for gracing us with your presence, Miss Y/L/N. I take it your nap was well?" The voice of Dumbledore addressing you makes everyone freeze, you slowly turning your attention to the staff table.

Every teacher is staring at you with vague interest- they too used to your tardiness to dinner- and you slowly stand to your feet to address the headmaster back. "Uh.. yes, sir. Me and my bed have a wonderful relationship. You can hardly separate us."

Dumbledore chuckles as the Great Hall erupt in quiet laughter. The headmaster winks and you plop back down in your seat, groaning as you hide your face in your hands. As he wraps up his speech, you take the ribbing from your classmates in stride and then quickly fill your plate when the food appears.

Dinner is quickly underway and your friends fill you in on what you missed. Ron waxes poetic about the Beauxbatons entrance before mentioning Durmstrang and the fact that Viktor bloody Krum is in attendance. You vaguely remember Krum being the guy Ron nearly wet himself over during the Quidditch World Cup and grin when he seems to swoon at the thought of Krum being chosen as Durmstrang's champion.

Just as you're shoving a piece of gravy-soaked roll into your mouth, Fred jabs his elbow into your ribs. "What?" You grunt, elbowing him back.

"Don't look now, but Viktor Krum is staring at you."

"What?!" Inhaling in surprise, the piece of roll hits the back of your throat and you start coughing violently. Fred cackles and starts pounding you on the back until your airway is clear, and after sucking down a healthy amount of pumpkin juice you glare at your friend. "Dick move, Weasley."