The potion is ready. It will only be good for three days. Come soon.
Viktor Krum sat at his desk rubbing his forehead. He wanted to see her of course, but her timing was a bit off. She had been working on this potion for months, but she would completely understand if things just didn't work out because of responsibilities.
He sighed. He had no choice but to go.
He finished the day quickly and rushed home to prepare himself. He bathed and groomed, pinching his cheeks so they wouldn't show the pallor of stress. He rubbed his eyes ferociously so they didn't look tired.
This potion was not for him and he would do anything for her. He often asked her why she bothered, but she said one day he would understand. He thought he never would, but he wanted to look his best anyway,
He straightened his robes before he threw a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace. He stepped through and into her room at Hogwarts.
She was standing before him, the satin nightgown she wore clinging to her curves. Her long dark hair swished over the delicate curve of her spine, her pale skin glowing in the warm light of oil lamps scattered throughout the room.
He felt his breath catch in his throat as she turned to smirk at him. "I told you it was worth it."
"It is novelty, my love," he reassured her. "But, yes Minerva. It was worth it."