this is just and idea I had. I don't own the characters or anything.
chapter 1: the meeting
Today is the big day. Viktor has been waiting for this all year. Everything he trained for was all for today, the Quidditch World Cup. The Bulgarian team has been given the day off and so far that has done nothing to ease Viktor's nerves. For the past few hours he has been just wondering around the camp site trying not to be noticed. The sky was starting to darken and he knew it was time to start heading down to the locker rooms to warm up for the game. He lowered his head and began the journey to the rooms below the stands when his path was interrupted. He had ran into something or rather someone. Desperate to try and not fall he reached out for them but that only made them fall with him.
"Толкова съжалявам пропускайте не обръщах внимание" he began to rapidly apologize when the most beautiful sparking blue eyes stopped him. Viktor felt his breath hitch and his body become warm and almost fuzzy feeling. He then noticed the girl was starting to talk to him but she was speaking in a rushed French."Je suis désolé..." She started but he stopped her mid sentence. Viktor then noticed two things, she was still on top of him and that they were attracting a crowd. Slowly he got up and helped her along the way hoping she wouldn't run did he know she wanted to talk to him as well. Once they were standing she took his hand and lead him to a less crowed area.
"Je suis..""Аз съм.." They both began to speak but we're cut off by the other. The next thing Viktor heard made his heart fluter. She was laughing and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle himself. "It seems we have bit of a language barrier no?" She said in what Viktor could only describe as a heavy French accent. "I guess ve do. Luckily I do knov some English. I am very sorry for running into you I was not paying attention." The girl was looking at him in pure shock. Viktor then took the time to really look at the girl. She was around his age and a good bit shorter then him. What really caught his attention though was her silvery-blonde hair and how she just screamed perfection. Viktor knew all to well what those looks mean and now understood the poor girls shock. "Yes, your thrall doesn't affect me. Are you staying for the game?" He watched with a small smirk as her face became even more shocked before she quickly composed herself. "Oui Monsieur, you are just full of surprises no? But yes my family has been invited to ze top box. Where will you be sitting?" She didn't know who he was. The thought alone made Viktor smirk. Choosing to ignore her question he simple decided to ask her another question "Vho do you think vill vhen the cup?" She seemed to take her time considering the question before finally answering, "I do not follow much Quidditch but I know ze Irish have ze best chasers so they will win. Who do you think will win?" "The Bulgarians vill catch the snitch. I must be going but before I do how's about ve make a bet if I am right and the Bulgarians catch the snitch you must tell me your name and if you win I vill give you my customized firebolt." Viktor then saw something that he wasn't expecting she was smirking at him. "I will take your bet Monsieur just tell me where I should collect my new firebolt." Viktor hide his shock at her sudden confidence with a smirk of his own. He then noticed he was still holding her hand. With a small smile he let go and started walking away before calling over his shoulder, "You vill not vin but I vill find you after the game I know vhere you vill be sitting. Names Viktor just so you know vho you vill be loosing to."
It's been three hours since Viktor left the mystery veela. She was all the he could think about. It didn't help that another silver haired cutie was running around the room demanding his attention. His niece Mila had come to watch his game and was hanging out in the players rooms while he waited. Mila had just turned eleven and was easily Viktor's favorite person. With her he wasn't Krum the famous Quidditch player he was just uncle Viktor. His mother and Mila had stopped in to wish him luck before heading off to his sisters last race. All Krums are expected to be athletes his sister has been a professional broom racer since she was 17 so when he was signed to the Bulgarian team it was only natural. He expected his family to be here today but with his sister turning 26 this year she was retiring and her last race just so happened to be today of all days. Viktor dismissed those thoughts quickly. Now was not the time to think such things its
game time.
The Irish had just set up their mascot what better way to set up an entrance then to blow right threw it. Viktor is leading the pact. Coach had made it clear that part of Viktor's contract is to give the fans a show. With a little flip Viktor broke away from the pact to stop in the middle of the pitch. "Krum Krum Krum..." The crowd was going wild and Viktor couldn't help but smirk. He started to fly around the pitch all part of his gimmick his last stop before the game was to began was top box and what he saw was priceless. The beautiful veela from earlier was standing there with her mouth hanging open doing this little fish motion. Viktor gave her a playful wink and headed up to his seeker spot.
The game was long and hard. The Bulgarian chasers are nothing compared to the Irish's. If Viktor doesn't catch the snitch soon the Irish will win no doubt. The Irish beaters have made Viktor their personal target. He's already been hit twice because he got distracted. Lynch is giving him a run for his money as well. Viktor needs to do something fast if the Irish make two more shots it won't even matter if he catches the snitch. With Lynch in tow he quickly preforms the wronsta feint which sends Lynch ploughing to the ground. The Irish made another goal Viktor needs to catch the snitch now in order tie the game and force it into sudden death for the snitch. Forgetting everything around him Viktor closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. If anyone was close enough to see Viktor's eyes they would of noticed that instead of the normal warm brown jet black had filled in Viktors eyes. A flicker of gold caught his eyes and he was off. The snitch was all he could focus on. Viktor was barley aware that the Irish were getting close to scoring again but he was just so close. The snitch made a sudden turn and Viktor snapped a second before it and wrapped his hand around the tiny golden ball. He was to late however to notice the bludger heading straight for his face until it impacted. Viktor felt all the breath leave his body as he was knocked off his broom. He quickly recovered though grabbing his broom before it was to late. Ignoring the crowd and ignoring the pain he felt in his body and face Viktor slowly made his way over to the top box landing in front of the beautiful girl.
"Ve have a problem, it seems ve both have von" he said giving her his best bloody smile. She gave him a smile and between that and all the blood he was losing Viktor was starting to feel very light headed. He pushed it aside and continued "since you did not vin I can not give you my firebolt but this is a very close second. I still hope to someday to know your name My сребро цвете" with that being said Viktor put something in her hand and began to walk away. The girl open her handed only to find the snitch Viktor had just caught.
"Viktor wait its Fleur, my names Fleur Delacour." Those were the last words Viktor heard before he passed out from blood loss.