Alright so this is my second attempt of writing an OC/Viktor Krum story (though I don't believe anyone read my first one)

In my opinion this is a million times better than the first. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

I own no characters other than Madeline and August.

The wedding had been beautiful. Even if it was the first wizard wedding she had ever been to, Madeline figured that this one was absolutely perfect. Fleur had looked gorgeous walking down the aisle in her divine dress that trailed on for years. The look of utter glee on Bill's face disguised any trace Fenrir Greyback may have left on him. There wasn't a dry eye in the crowd as they were pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Not even Madeline could stop her blue eyes from watering slightly as the couple shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

This had all taken place hours ago, however. The chairs had been cleared away to be replaced by a shining dance floor. Madeline had danced exuberantly with Fred and George as long as she could before the pain in her feet became completely unbearable. She excused herself to sit at one of the round tables set at the outskirts of the floor. She sat down and slipped off her silver heels. She began to rub her right foot gently as a fast paced song blared throughout the tent.

"Where's August when I need him?" Madeline mumbled to herself. She had recently broken up, once again, with her long-time boyfriend August Farson. She had still invited him to accompany her to the wedding, but he had refused, claiming that he had "other commitments." Madeline couldn't help but think that she wouldn't hate this evening as much if he'd been around. Though, perhaps she'd hate it more if he had brought up why they had broken up this time. The only thing that she knew for sure was that she was miserable. She hated the stupid purple dress she was wearing and how it didn't even reach her knees. She hated the way her dark hair was curled and hung oddly on her shoulders. She hated how the twins were now sneaking away with two Veela, for they were the only ones at this wedding who weren't too busy to talk to her. Well, not including Ron, but he only wanted to talk Quidditch. August was keeper for the Chudley Cannons, Ron's team. He constantly bantered Madeline about the team and whether or not they would make it all the way this year.

"Hey, Madeline," she was so busy zoning out into the crowd to notice Ron had walked over to her table, dragging Hermione Granger along with him. She looked uncomfortable and gave an apologetic look to Madeline.

"Hi, Ron," Madeline smiled.

"So about the Cannons-"

"Ron, I've told you August and I've broken up," Madeline refrained from rolling her eyes.

"But that doesn't mean you're not keeping in touch," Ron noted. "How do they look? Will they make it to the Cup?"

"Ron, stop bothering her," Hermione said quietly.

"I'm not, I'm just-"

"Let's dance again." Hermione insisted and grabbed his hand. Ron looked down at their now intertwined hands.

"Oh...okay," he said and grinned stupidly. He let Hermione take him back to the dance floor, not even bothering to say goodbye to Madeline. She allowed herself to roll her eyes as she watched the two begin awkwardly swaying to the beat, Ron's hands traveling lower and lower down Hermione's back as the song progressed. Just as Madeline started to massage her left foot, she felt a forceful tap on her shoulder. This made her jump a bit and bang her knee on the underside of the table. She looked up, ready to tell off whoever had scared her, to find Viktor Krum standing over her with his hand outstretched.

"May I have this dance?" he asked and bowed slightly. Madeline gaped at him. Why on earth would Viktor Krum want to dance with her? They had never been formally introduced and he surely had no idea as to who she was. She took note of his black suit and red tie; a very well put-together outfit. She glanced at his beard before her light eyes roamed up to his black ones to see a look of pleading in them. Madeline blinked, and then took his hand.

The song had changed to a very slow tempo, though Madeline had no clue as to what it was called. Before she knew it Viktor was dragging her through the thick crowd congregated on the dance floor. When he finally stopped he pulled Madeline close to him, close enough for her to smell his light cologne (much lighter than August used to wear). She felt him place a hand at the small of her back. His right hand found hers. She placed her left shakily on his shoulder just in time. It was like the cue for him to start leading her. They glided through the music much to Madeline's surprise. Though he was unusually flat-footed and rather hunched, he seemed to know his way around the dance floor. He never loosened his grip on her, causing her to lean into her chest. Though their height difference was awkward at first Madeline came to embrace the twelve-inch difference between them.

Though the song came to an end Viktor did not let go of her. The two never said a word; just let the music and their dancing do the talking for them.

"Vot is your name?" Viktor finally brought himself to ask. Madeline had to crane her neck a bit in order to look k into his eyes.

"Madeline Garcia," she answered.

"Mad...Mad-lion?" Viktor tried to pronounce it.

"How about just Maddie?" she giggled. She hadn't been called that since she was thirteen.

"Maddie," Viktor repeated.

"Perfect."

"I am Viktor Krum."

"Yes, I know that much."

"You know your Quidditch?"

"Well yes, but you were a Triwizard Champion while I was at Hogwarts." Viktor didn't respond to this. Madeline rested her head on his chest again and allowed him to lead her through the song. She noticed Bill and Fleur dancing not too far away, holding each other tightly with their foreheads touching.

"I did not vin," Viktor said, bringing Madeline out of her trance.

"What?"

"I did not vin the Trivizard Tournament."

"Winning's not everything," Madeline shrugged. Viktor merely grunted, but Madeline could swear that he tightened his hold on her back.

"Why did you ask me to dance?" she forced herself to ask. Viktor looked down at her for a moment before answering.

"Vell," he sighed. "You are a vonderful looking girl and I vonted to know your name. But I am vondering vhy you are not vearing your shoes." Madeline blushed and looked down at her feet. She had forgotten to put her heels back on after he had asked her to dance.

"They were hurting my feet," she told him simply.

"If you vould like I can get us some drinks so you can go and put them back on," Viktor suggested in a joking tone.

"That'd be lovely," Madeline replied, still blushing a bit. Viktor let his grip on her back slacken regrettably. However, he took her right hand in his again. He bowed to her, lifted her hand to his lips, and placed a soft kiss on it. Madeline's cheeks flushed to an even deeper shade of red. He smirked slightly, then left to find someone holding drinks. Madeline turned on her heels and walked back over to her table, making sure no one had stolen her shoes. She spied Fred Weasley looking at her from outside of the tent. He winked at her, then returned unmistakably to his new Veela friend. Madeline shook her head as he left again, wondering exactly what he and George were up to. She took her seat again and easily placed her heels back on, ignoring the pain they brought with them. Madeline glanced up at the dance floor just in time to see Viktor fully immersed in an argument with Xenophelius Lovegood. He seemed to be pointing at the charm on Xeno's necklace.

"Shit," Madeline mumbled. Viktor was apparently not familiar with the eccentricity of the Lovegood family. She stood up, about to tell Viktor to calm down, when she saw him turn his back on Xeno and exit the tent. Madeline didn't know what made her do it, but she took off after him. Something told her that she did not want to lose this man.

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