Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

It was the night after the Yule ball. Harry and Cedric were standing next to each other and looked so natural, like they belonged together. Viktor didn't know what either of them saw in him. They were both from the UK, and he wasn't it. They both had soft hearts, but his was hardened from his school. He didn't feel like he belonged with them.

Those thoughts flew out of his head as the raven haired beauty that was a fourth year moved to press his moist lips against his. Cedric, a devilishly handsome seventh year, also moved, but behind him, and he could feel the hardness.

Both Harry and Cedric whispered, "I love you."

Vicktor smiled a true smile. "I love both of you too."

It felt so complete to be with them. Maybe the three of them was natural.