A/N: This was requested by Z-Aquarius-Kai and Susan Sewell. I own not HP, nor the OC. She belongs to one of those lovely girls.

Without further ado, I give you…

The Day I Kept My Sanity

Kei's POV

It was Fleur's wedding. Fleur, who settled for a mediocre existence with a bloodtraitor. A Weasley too – William, I think, was his name. But everyone called him Bill. Not that I begrudge her the happiness he so obviously causes her. She's my friend – and deserves to be happy. I quite like the Weasleys too – even if they were bloodtraitors and poor. It proved to me that true happiness isn't something you can buy.

This, however, was something my parents never understood. They'd forced me into an engagement with some high French Wizard, who had also been taught at Beauxbatons, but had searched for a job in Politics. Wanting recognition. How I loathed his type. Not a sense of humbleness did they have. Arrogant, narcissistic, egotistic… somewhat moronic too.

This particular wizard was my date to tonight's festivities. He wore a neat suit – he was quite easy on the eyes too, though that didn't matter to me.

Fleur didn't care for the scratches that covered her husband's face – it wasn't something I had exactly expected from her, poor girl. She was so much more… caring than I always thought.

He lifted an eyebrow at me. I scowled at him. Couples were dancing joyfully around us, and this moron couldn't think of asking me to dance? What did my parents see in this man? Money, status, power.

I snorted loudly.

"Are you all right?" He asked. I gave him a cross between a smile and a glare – if that's even possible.

A shadow fell over me. I glanced up. I thought the newcomer looked somewhat familiar.

"Vill you dance with me?" He asked, casting a careful eye at my date. The Frenchman shook his head slowly. I smiled sweetly at my date and took the man's extended hand.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Do you mean you don't know me?"

Ugh. Egotistic moron. I pulled away, only to be pulled back.

"I apologize; it's just that most girls, or women, throw themselves at my feet."

"Don't expect me to do that, though."

"I von't. My name is Viktor Krum."

Krum, Krum, Krum… Oh! He's a Quidditch player! Now I know where I knew him from. He was Fleur's fellow champion a few years back!

"Now I remember you! I was at school with Fleur that year!"

He chuckled.

"I thought you looked familiar!" He laughed. Finally he pulled me onto the dance floor. To my surprise he was a great dancer. I had expected him to stumble, step on my toes or my dress – but he did neither.

"That man… vos he your date?"

"He's supposed to be." I said darkly. "But he's too worried about his status to dance with me."

"Vile it vill only raise mine." Krum said, twirling me around. My hair, dark charcoal, swerved behind me and came to a stop on my shoulders. We paused mid-dance – his face nearly inches away from mine. I was a little out of breath from his dance. Our hands were linked in the air. His mouth quirked into a smile.

"You hav beautivul eyes." He said, laying his accent on thick. I felt myself blush. I've been complimented many times on my blue eyes, though tonight it meant something different.

"Thank you." I answered, not being able to look away from his warm gaze. Goosebumps rose up my arms. I knew what was coming. It felt so good – yet it was so wrong. Goosebumps felt that way too.

"Your date is coming this way." He said, his eyes refusing to leave mine. "I take it you do not like him?"

"Not one bit." I reassured him. Krum smiled again. I liked it when he did that.

"Very vell." He said, lowering our entwined hands and fingers to our sides. "Vhat vill make you go out with me again?"

"Get my parents to stop this stupid engagement." I growled. Viktor laughed at my expression. His face drifted down a few more inches before he lightly brushes his lips against mine. I felt them. The sparks. Something I never felt with my date.

The latter was about to tap Viktor, who was now suddenly not Krum anymore, on the shoulder.

He was interrupted by a bright blue light entering the tent. All festivities ceased. A lynx appeared out of the blue light. Viktor's hand gripped mine tightly and he apparated with me – sensing the danger. We'd heard only one sentence.

"The Ministry has fallen…"

I opened my eyes.

"Where are we?" I asked, out of breath.

"Safe." He said, entwining his fingers even more with mine. "I apologize for just taking you – I don't know… I don't think I really am sorry."

I smiled at him.

"Again, where are we?"

"At my home."

"Which is…?"

"In Bulgaria."

"That's a long way from home." I commented. He dipped his head.

"I know. But even that place is not safe anymore."

"He's getting stronger, isn't he?"

"Potter vill sort it out."

"So we trust in Potter?"

"It seems like it."

"And I'm stuck here?"

"I could always take you to your home."

I considered my options. One, go home and be forced to marry Mr. Status, Money and Power, and lose my sanity slowly because if a loveless marriage – stay here and I don't, I don't have to marry or lose my sanity. After the war I could just… oh, heck, I don't know. I glanced at Viktor again.

"I'll keep you safe." He promised. I nodded.

"You'd better."

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A/N: Okay, hope you guys like it! Please review!