The icy water hit him, numbing his body. He could endure it though; the temperature of the water back at Durmstrang was much colder. As he started to swim his thoughts drifted to the witch he often saw in the library. The girl with the wild hair and ink stained fingers.

The first time he saw her she glared at him. This was not the usual reaction Viktor received from the opposite sex. He remembered that day vividly….

He wondered into the library searching for some new transfiguration books to help with the essay set by Professor Petrov. Just because he was at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament did not mean that he didn't have school work to do. His Professors made sure to set essays for each lesson so the students wouldn't fall behind. Although his career as a professional quidditch player was pretty much solidified he was not going to give up on his education. His mother would never allow such a thing.

He searched for a table to sit at and placed his books atop the surface. Removing his heavy fur cloak he set it on the back of the chair and sat down picking up 'Transfiguration of Creatures Vol. 1'. He smiled down at the image on the cover of the boo; a peacock displaying his magnificent tail and then transforming that tail into a hand fan with ruffles around the edges.

While he sat there he could feel someone staring at him which was not at all unusual. Looking up he locked eyes with a girl sitting a few tables before him. Her deep brown eyes were narrowed directly in his direction. Surely she couldn't be angry at him? Viktor thought. He turned around to see who she was really scowling at but there were nothing but bookshelves behind him. He turned back, a bewildered look on his face. What did he do to garner such a vicious glare? He put the book down and then it dawned on him.

The book! She obviously wanted to read the book he held but he had acquired it first. Maybe he should go and hand it to her? It was the courteous thing to do and his mother had instilled manners in him from an early age. However, before he could as much as stand, she got up with a huff piling her books and parchment into her bag. With a final glare in his direction she turned and stalked out the room with her head held high.

And then he heard it; the high-pitched giggling coming from behind him. The fan girls. They must've been annoying her, not him. In all honesty he hardly ever noticed them. He's had to put up with the noise so much that he's been conditioned to barely hear it at all. He caught sight of a small feminine head peeking out from a bookshelf before quickly disappearing from sight again. A high pitched squeal followed the movement.

He picked up his book and slouched further into his seat intending to disappear into the background. It was wishful thinking though. He was Viktor Krum, international quidditch sensation. He would never be able to fade into the background again…

He broke the surface of the water taking a deep breath of air into his lungs. She was an unusual one. She wasn't like all the other girls. Maybe that's why he found himself returning to the library day after day. Just for a glimpse of her though, nothing more. No, he was too shy to actually approach her. Not that he had the chance to approach her seeing as she usually left swiftly after his fan club entered. But maybe one day he might have a chance to talk to her…


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