Hello, fellow bloggers! It's Victor! I am a dedicated fan to the handsome Draco Malfoy, I'm sure you've heard of him. I know I have! Wait…. Yeah anyways, this is just a note to remind you all of the finale coming up! I've been camping out at the suspected stage for a few days now, I'm writing this one my Iphone touch right now, my batteries are getting low but I need to vent my energy!

Did I already tell you how EXCITED I am! Draco's going to be there, I do hope he wears that pink suite…doesn't it just look so sexy on him? Like OMG does anyone else want to gush about him right now! Like, you know where the stage is my tent is right out side it, it's bright pink so you can't miss it! Wanna have a sleepover? Bring your own tent and some deodorant…it's getting kind of stinky in here…

Love you ALL ESPECIALLY YOU DRACO, IF YOUR READING THIS CALL ME!

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DRACO4EVER&EVER: LIKE OMG I'M COMING OVER RIGHT AWAY, I'VE NEVER MET SOMEONE WHO'S SO MUCH OF A FAN BEFORE LIKE ME !

A sharp ring interrupts the moment of charged silence. I fumble around the small space for my cell phone. I couldn't believe it; I had just asked Draco, my love, to call me, over my blog. And now my phone was ringing. I imagine him of sitting, hunched over at a desk staring at a computer screen, waiting for my next blog entry. He's so obsessive about me it's really touching. I push aside everything in search for it, looking for a cool metallic surface that seems nowhere to be found in the one, small bag I had brought with me. I imagine him twirling the wire with his fingers, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor, waiting impatiently to confess his true feelings about me.

And then it stops ringing, about the same time I get a grip on what must be my cell phone. My beloved cell phone, I can't express how much I'm glad for the missed caller's button. Whoever did that was a true genius. I feel my hand make a fist around my cell phone. My curse. Chelsea Gorham: 2:45. That was my latest caller. Chelsea Gorham was my trainer in quiditch, she worked me hard and never used her indoor voice, she was brutally honest to the point of being rude and controlled every aspect of my life down to my strategy in the next big game to my diet to how many steps I should take on my morning run.

My grip tightens even more, like I was trying to crush it. I grin and unzip the pink door, not too surprised to find that the outdoor temperature is not much colder. The tent is thin. I step out, onto the hard pact ground. Almost directly in front of me is a huge, beige building with stucco paint, on the left is a grey lake, reflecting the cloudy sky. On my right is all tall pine trees and, sometimes, a squirrel or two.

The thing starts to ring again, but this time I know what to do, I know better; I only glance at the caller display to see that the length cannot be Draco Malfoy before throwing it with all the muscle I had grew with quiditch. It makes a delightfully reassuring cracking sound as it hits the hard wall. I'm not ready to give up my freedom just yet. Or ever. Not for that kind of fame, anyways.

I jump when I hear the now familiar sound of tires rolling on gravel. I jump because half my butt's sticking out of the tent door and it's probably going to end up going on Bored Tonight! I can see it now, they'll have a pole on whose butt you would think it was. I would vote it was Draco's and he was coming in the tent to give Victor a big kiss. Somebody would point out in the forum that it's obvious Draco's trying to hide the chemistry by pushing me away for the show and tell us to just get together already. Another one will guess he's embarrassed about our secret relationship behind cameras.

I hear it stop and wiggle my butt to make sure it gets noticed. If Draco realizes all those people are guessing we're together then he'd have to realize that he feels the same way about me that I feel about him. He'll tell me that I was the reason for his success as the worst dancer in So You Thought It Couldn't Get Worse because I distracted him so much…

"Hello?" The voice is right behind me! I instinctively spin around, pulling the tent with my head and tearing out of the nail things that keep the tent in the ground, swinging by my ankle, brushing up against it. It stings. I can't stand it. So naturally, I scream. The person laughs, it sounds deep and male. I'm only vaguely disappointed it's not Amy; the person who I was counting on the make my fantasy pole.

But his laughing ends suddenly, he must notice my ankle, it feels like it should be bright red right now, digging into my-"I'm sorry" He says, you better be, I think. "Can you get this off me, please?" I say. He pulls it off with ease and I finally get to see who he is: He has red hair and blunt features, he has skinny jeans and a polka dotted shirt of different shades of blue. I don't recognize him at all.

This means he is not a contestant, a judge, a celebrity or a member of the 4ever Website/ society (Well, okay, I'm the only member). It also mean's that I don't care who the heck he is.

"Thanks for helping me," I say "Your not in the show, are you?" It's a desperate hope. He shakes his head and holds up a huge duffel bag I somehow hadn't notice before. I point to it, then at him, slowly realizing…my blog… "DRACO4EVER&EVER! You're here to gush about Draco!" He nods earnestly, excited. I lower myself so I'm sitting down on the grass and pat the patch next to me. "I've been expecting you" After the thing with the tent it was pretty stupid, but he was stupid enough to believe me too, so I have a feeling we were going to get along just fine.

He seems enthusiastic enough about Draco, but he got a couple facts wrong; Draco did not cover his face in shame with his right hand when I volunteered to judge one day (I don't why they wouldn't let me back after that, everybody had such a good time!) But with his LEFT hand. And even though he brought smores and knows how to make a campfire and remembered deodorant when I couldn't, that stays in my head the whole time. It's even taking away from my daydreams of Draco and I…I even had a dream that me and him signed up to do Draco trivia and failed because he answered wrong on one. It was time to confront him, I decided, taking in a deep breath while I watched him poke (with a stick) the brilliant red/orange fire as it danced around on the twigs we found in the woods. He smiles when he sees me and holds out a smore "Do you want one?"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU KNOW WHICH HAND DRACO USED? WHY!PAUL?Why!" My yelling quickly turns into sobs and my knees buckle beneath me as waves of sadness, anger and confusion come crashing down over my body. He could be anything now, he could just trying to gain my trust, he could be a fan of someone different and he's trying to poison me into believing his is better, he could even be a con man or a murderer. I don't know. Obviously, that's kind of why I'm crying.

He sighs, it occurs to me that I might be chasing away my only friend that I've had sense I'd come obsessed with someone who won't even look me in the eyes. It also occurs to me that I don't care about that, that I might be trying to protect Draco from the fans that don't really care for him.

"I used to be a fan of Bessie"

I can stand up now and I do. Just so I can glare down at him. Everybody loves Bessie. And it's true, maybe it's because she's the only female contestant, even if she's an idiot. Draco loves her (Even when she rejects him and beats him up over the center stage spot. I tried to beat him up and he called security!) Harry loves her too, and now I find out even Paul loved her.

If everyone loves her then she wouldn't have gotten kicked off the first time around, I think with a sneer, though I don't know what I wouldn't give right now to be born a girl with red hair, a heart shaped face, southern accent and a personality that matches hers exactly.

"Tomorrow's the finale!" Paul seems to be just realizing this as he drops the delicious smore he was eating on the ground. "Three second rule!" I scoop down and shove it in my mouth. It says on Draco's bio on the that, besides wearing a tutu (That's actually how So You Thought It Couldn't Get Worse started, everyone who is anyone knows it) the wildest thing he's ever done was when one of his friend's dared him to eat a chocolate covered ant.

I can't see why he didn't like them, but then again, maybe it's the marshmelow in mine that makes it better. Paul is looking at me in the way most people do when I walk down the street in my Draco t-shirt; with him in a bunny suite on the back of it saying; KISS THE CHEF? KISS THE BUNNY, BABY! VOTE FOR DRACO! All the nerves in my body seem to be pilling up on one another as the reality sets in; if everything goes according to plan then tomorrow Draco will win, tomorrow he will admit that he's such a worse dancer because I'm here in the audience to distract him and tomorrow, if I'm lucky, I just might get to kiss the bunny.

OMG! We scored front row seats to the finale! It starts in a couple of minutes and I just HAVE to vent about it! We've been making predictions on how Draco's going to do his acceptation speech when he wins (There's no doubt, we both voted, like, a zillion times for him)

If you don't know who the "we" then get with it, his name is DRACO4EVER&EVER on the site but I won't give away his real name (Paul Venkat) so, like, here's the pole…

PLEASE VOTE HONESTLY (PICK ME!)

Who do you think Draco is going to announce his feeling's for at the finale?

Victor

Paul

Bessie (Does SHE really need to be on here? I don't see the point)

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DRACO4EVER&EVER: Paul, duh.

We're sitting in chairs. Besides the huge stage, this is the biggest change I can notice at the moment; there's the same blue paint on the floor of the stage, the red tables where the judges sit and the same excitement that makes my palms sweat.

"Is it always this…empty?" Paul asks, looking around the four hundred and ninety empty chairs around us. They were anticipating five hundred people. Ten came. "Actually there's more people then usual" I whisper back "In the really early ones I remember I was the only one" Paul shrugs "Then the visual effects person must be really good." I don't know what he's talking about, I always watch it live. Yet another sign he isn't as obsessed as me. I can't help but wonder if he's really deserves to be here right now.

Then the lights start to darken, and the pretty swirly lights on the stage come on. Right now there white. Amy runs from the judges table to the stage, her normally spiky brown hair has been curled. I'm having trouble adjusting so I miss the first few words. "…and life threatening isn't tolerated on this show. So Voldermort is kicked off the show but will be here for the opening dance tonight, where all the contestants will be coming back! Yay!" She seems to think we aren't excited enough so claps for us.

Paul is the only one who joins in, I'm waiting for my Draco to come out. She seems happy with his reaction though and her smile seems bigger then before when she introduces the dancers then runs off stage again as they take their positions.

Draco is wearing a skin tight pink suites and a huge bright blue belt. Harry is wearing the same thing except with a bright red belt. All the others are wearing identical black skin tight suites. I stare at Draco all I can while they get into position, Bessie in the back and extreme left, Dumbledore a little further ahead but to the extreme right, Voldermort even further and in the middle. Harry and Draco were standing across from each other, both in the very front.

All of my thought seem to boil down to; I can almost touch him, Draco looks so hot and I think I'm going to faint.

The music is some sort of Opera thing and they run around with a lighter, one handing it another, they might be going in the order they got kicked off because Bessie goes first. I mostly stare at Draco, though, so I'm not sure. Voldermort runs off the stage with lighter when Snape gives it to him though. And I'm upset. But then I realize they probably planned it that way. Because the next person to get the lighter would be kicked off and giving it to one person might symbolize the other's victory.

And Draco just looks so nonchalant about it all, his pointed features arranged into an almost bored expression. You have no idea how hard it is to not run up on the stage to join him right now. I would sell my soul to him if I could. Actually, that's a good idea for a T-Shirt, it could say on the front STEAL MY SOUL PLEASE DRACO! I glance a look at Paul, (It's a commercial break now and they all went backstage, don't worry, I would never willingly look away from Draco when he is in the room. Especially not to look at Paul) to see his expression. It's pretty much blank, total opposite to the huge ear to ear smile that's plastered on my face. No, he's not a real fan. Not like I am. And no, he probably doesn't deserve those tickets. Not like I need them. But there's something about him that's strange to me, it's more then not being as obsessed as all people should be, but something else…

He's mentally stable. Whereas I'm the guy who makes my voice go funny and pretend it's Draco talking to me. Insane people have more fun.

The camera guy yells at Amy to get back on stage, the commercials are coming to a break. Thank goodness. I'm thinking far too much these past few days, it's troubling. "Okay...!" Amy starts off "Remember this years prize?" She holds up a plush teddy bear with a heart T-shirt on it "and of course the idea for the spin off too!" The crowd is grumbling, and by the crowd I mean three ungrateful losers that are going to get their butts kicked by me after this is done. Why are they talking? I think I just went over my five minute time limit without seeing Draco's face and I feel like I'm going to explode. My smile is gone, replaced my angry scowl and my hands are balled into fists again.

Anna, one of the other judges, runs off the stage, her blonde hair flying behind her. Maybe she's thinking along the same lines as I am, but instead of punching everybody , goes through the door to the backstage room. "I wonder what she's doing." Amy asks, to no one in particular, curious on the surface, agitated on the inside.

About thirty seconds later she comes out with a very confused looking Bessie. It's obvious that she pulled her out of her dressing room because even though she's wearing the same outfit as before she has on no makeup and her hair is out of her normal braids. Long and curly. Maybe if I grew my hair out of this crew cut and curled it, maybe even died it red….

She looks down at the crowd so nervously you'd think we were all staring at her or something. (Forget that we actually are staring at her. It is weird.) Amy mouths something and Anna mouths something back, they seem to be arguing without words. But only for a second because that's all it takes for Anna to grab the microphone. "Amy, your forgetting the dance with Bessie, that's right!" She smiles down at us "The winner gets a special dance with Bessie" And it hits me. I want Draco to win, and I assured he would with the votes. I don't want him to get together with Bessie. I also raised the chances of that happening.

I pull myself up into a standing position and stomp my feet "BOO!" I stomp my foot against the damn tiled floor again "BOO!" nothing happens except a threat to call for security and Paul helping me get back to the chair. I don't even know if it's worth it to stay for the rest of it anymore, I think, as some mimes come in, miming something, I don't know, I was never good at guessing at those things. If I stayed to see who won then I'd go crazy if it was Draco dancing with that Bessie but if it wasn't then I'd miss out on a chance to see if Draco would rebound. With me, of course. I don't even know if Draco would like this or not anyways, I think, flat out lying to myself. He dedicated a love song for her once, even though it was a dancing show. It was more thing to add to the pile of things he did against the rules.

Oh yeah, and that time WITH ME. He broke the rules with me too, so maybe, if he broke the rules because he loved Bessie, and he broke the rules with me too…just think about it in the most simple, desperate way and voila. He loves me. Of course, the rule he broke with me was when he switched bodies with Harry and tried to get Bessie to dump him for Draco (he was going to go back to his body then) He had me video tape it.

I prefer the simpler way of thinking. It's much less painful for me.

Thank goodness it's his turn next; I think that was a whole fifteen minutes already! When he struts onto the stage my heart starts pounding on my chest and the lights switch to a pink colour (Everyone else sees the lights too)

He breaks dance for the next three minutes. In which he pulls his baggy grey shirt over his head and throws it in the general at the crowd. For once luck is on my side, I didn't have to beat up that old lady who caught it. She just gave it to me. I stuffed it in my pocket, planning on taking it with me and that lady taking the blame for stealing it. I'm confident my plan will work when I spot the giant lump it makes in my jean pocket. I pull it out and glare at it, as much as I can when I know that the thin grey material was once pressed against Draco's skin and OH MY GOSH DRACO'S SWEAT IS ON IT! I have now decided I will tell Paul to go get the scissors at camp. I can always sew it back together later…

I better get back soon or somebody is going to notice, so, my heart pounding with adrenaline, I run to my seat. I only have to hold up the shirt for an explanation. Paul's smart. They are now asking one of the judge's, the man, what their favourite dance for the whole season. It better be one with Draco in it. I take the opportunity to hold out the shirt, moving my index and middle finger together across the material. I don't think he gets it, Paul isn't that smart.

"Get some scissors" I whisper, so quiet I'm not sure he hears at first, but then his eyes widen as he understands. But he still looks uneasy, I don't know why. Draco walks on the stage in a yellow scuba diving outfit, complete with mask. Snape matches almost exactly, but if you looked closely you could see the difference; Draco's feet aren't size 8, they are 7.5. Voldermort is dressed the same way, except without a mask, they all gather around the toilet. Draco and Snape start dancing, Voldermort pees into the toilet, and Harry comes out. The music starts. At the end Voldermort flushes Harry down the toilet ("You spin me round right round, right round when you go down when you go down down")

I realize that the man judge may have picked this one to foreshadow Harry's loss. Any other day I'd be happy about it, but Draco, Bessie… It's too much to bear, the thought of him winning. He might even pick for the spin off series' main idea a sitcom about his life with Bessie. Does he even know how much I care? That was stupid of him to be so thoughtless to me. Of course, he didn't do it yet, but it seems like something that would happen to me.

Harry walks onto the stage, the red lights turn on, he's wearing a ripped open dress shirt and shiny leather pants, somebody wolf whistles in the back and screams his name. I take the chance "Get the scissors" I whisper to Paul again, this time he doesn't hesitate to run away. As fast as he can; the security are already talking to Draco so I hide the shirt behind my back. All I have to do now is point at that lady…

Harry' solo seems to drag on forever; even though he's river dancing really fast. Paul comes back almost at the end. I watch as the huge security men walk over to him, I lip read the word "Bathroom" and "Diarrhea" he's a good actor, he even looks embarrassed when he says it. Personally, I wouldn't have cared much about expression, everybody gets diarrhea (Or, I'm guessing a lot do) one time or another and they might even remember you later on, like;

"Hey do you remember that guy who had diarrhea?" The other man nods, "I sure do Frank" Frank sighs and looks at the ground "It's too bad. He was good looking too" Draco walks in "Good looking?" He says "What's his phone number?"

See? Great things could happen. And how dare Paul be the one to take that opportunity away from me! I cross my arms, tuning back into the show. That other judge, the one with long blonde hair, she's pure evil. Amy just asked her what dance she'd like to see again and she answers the kung fu fighting one. I can only see Draco's eyes in the ninja mask! Humph, everyone's out to get me these days, I swear.

The idea makes me think of forbidden love; Draco is being pushed to dance with Bessie for the show, afraid to show his true feelings for me. That's good; it means we'll get together someday. Hopefully soon. By soon I mean SOON. I can't stand it much longer, this longing, it's driving me even more insane.

After Harry and Draco disappear in a blue cloud of dust and Voldermort leaves it's another commercial break. I turn to Paul and hold out my hand, he passes me the scissors. If anyone looked at us it would look like we were holding hands. Ew. Then Draco would think I was already taken! I glare at him, he just looks slightly confused. I roll my eyes and walk off, heading towards the double doors on the far end of the room. If we don't get together tonight at least I'll have his shirt. The big men walk to me "I HAVE DIARRHEA, ALL RIGHT?" I scream at them, they stop and stare at me, one time, when I was, um, younger then I was now, I saw a commercial for an acupuncture specialist. I knew it was supposed to relax your muscles and I was a bit sore, so I took some of my mother's sewing needles, took off my shirt and stuck them in my back. When my father came in and saw me, his expression…I would have laughed if I wasn't too busy being in pain on the living room floor . Anyways, yeah, his expression is like there's is right now. "MY PHONE NUMBER IS 429–9484-44!" I gesture to my face "Remember how good looking I am later, okay? It's important."

They walk past me, I think they might be heading towards the vending machine the very back. There's not a doubt in the world that they'll forget me anytime soon, unless they hit their heads really hard and get amnesia. Wouldn't that be so dramatic? I could picture them trying to put the clues together. Maybe Draco would be interested in this mysterious person. They're almost done the dance and the next one I'm pretty sure has Draco in it, his face…

I need to hurry.

It took more time then I wanted it to, after a close call with some other dude I had to hide in one of the cubicles for awhile.

I finally come out with shreds making two lumps in all four of my jean pockets. Hopefully Paul will take some and it won't be so huge when we make our escape. My heart sinks as soon as I hear the music, it's different then before, and I missed Draco dancing for like, a whole minute. When I enter I see Draco wearing an angel suit on a wire, floating around and Harry sleeping in a bed (Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming of Angels on the Moon…) I should be in that dance; I dream of Draco and he's my angel.

But I just take my seat again, hand Paul a pile of the precious stuff and try to soak the site in before something else interrupts me. Soon it's Amy's turn to pick one of her favorites, of course, she doesn't pick one with Draco in it. She doesn't have enough taste for that, but I'm still disappointed. A lot. Instead, she picks to practice with her band on stage, "This is why we can judge others!" She yells as she stabs the drum set with a pair of drumsticks. Anna is playing the ukulele and the man judge is screeching into the microphone. I stuff some of Draco's sweaty shirt shreds into my ears and see Paul doing the same. Sometimes I think he's just trying to copy whatever I do.

I take them out after it looks safe. Forgetting that it's so tragically never safe: they are going to announce the winner. Or should they are going to announce my fate? It's the same thing by now anyways. I think about getting up and leaving, but I find myself glued to my seat. Curiosity killed a cat. I watch as five people skip to the stage. Wait? Five? What? Does that lower Draco's chances at all? Is that a good thing?

Bessie stays near the back, wearing a silver and black dress and a scowl. I don't if I'm happy to know she doesn't want to dance with Draco or not. Voldermort, Dumbledore, Harry and Draco stand next to Amy, who looks absolutely winded yet at the same time extremely happy. "Okay, now remember Voldermort and Dumbledore are just here to add to the suspense, they will not be a candidate to win" She says into the microphone, then opens a shiny silver card. "Okay…" She says, "Voldermort, you will be the first to go tonight" Despite knowing he can't have beaten Draco even if he was still in the competition. Harry gives him a hug. Voldermort walks off stage. "Now, Harry you will the- second person going home tonight" Hugs, leaving. Doom. This means that Draco has won. That means Bessie will dance with him and might even fall in love with him on his reality TV. Show spin off about their lives.

Draco pumps the air with his fists, Paul, dumb stupid Paul, and everybody else but me cheer. "We're not done yet!" Amy yells, everybody shuts up. What does she mean? The only person left on stage is someone who can't even win. "Draco and Dumbledore-"She says "-it's neither of you" I feel shocked, it must be Bessie. It must be Bessie, Bessie who hates Draco with all her guts. I feel like shouting out "HA!" I feel like laughing, I feel like…dancing.

Before I can though the lights are turned on me, almost blinding. I got caught with those shirt pieces, that's it; there waiting for me to exit because criminals don't deserve to get to watch this. They're going to make me leave?

"Victor Krum! YOU WON!" Won what?

"OH!" I yell, I won; now I get it, sort of. Everyone seems to be in shocked silence, Draco's smiling but he doesn't seem happy. It's just stuck on his face. Bessie looks like she's going to cry. I pounce off my chair and skip onto the stage, feeling everyone's eyes on me as they follow my every move. I think it's weird to be on this stage, but other then that I feel like I'm in a dream, or watching somebody else who is not me do it. Amy hands me the microphone, I take it and realize I'm not the first one with sweaty palms to hold it. I don't know why mine are sweaty, I don't feel nervous, I don't feel anything at the moment, I just stare down at the crowd, not seeing anything.

I think Paul's the one who starts the clapping. It's even louder then when they thought Draco had one. They love me. It's weird; I don't know why the heck they do. I must have been a really good judge or something that one day. Didn't I throw a tantrum though?

"Do you want to say anything?" Amy prompts.

"Um…yes!" I say, even to me sounding a bit stupid. "I'd like to thank, um, whoever voted for me, I didn't know you could or I would have voted for myself too!" That's completely untrue, I still would have voted for Draco. "Of course, I'd vote for you too" I turn around to face him, my heart skips a beat. That's what brings me back to reality, seeing his features pulled into disgust. It's not a good reality though, I feel like crying. He's hard to please, that man. What more could he want then ME? "Uh, thanks" He mumbles, he looks down at his feet. "It must have been destiny, you know, my name IS Victor"

"And for the spin off I'd like to do a series show our life together" I grab Draco by the shoulder and smile. He's trapped by the rules. It's like a dam breaking, all the happiness rushing forwards at once. My smile grows wider as I take the teddy bear, automatically handing it to Draco.

"Can I dance with you instead?" I ask, looking into his cool grey eyes, this has been my dream for so long...

"No" he answers flatly. I glare at Bessie, she glares back, but walks over to me anyways.

"We'll square dance, kay?" She asks in her thick southern accent, I nod. It passes in a blur and I actually have a little but of…fun…and it's not even something to do with Draco. After we're done Amy says good night to the camera "We'll see you next season of SO YOU THOUGHT IT COULDN'T GET WORSE" I actually say it along with her and wave at the camera, still smiling, it's fake now that I realize Draco's backstage, the guilt is killing me, like it's trying to rip me up from the inside. I didn't even notice until now. What's wrong with me? Is Paul rubbing off on me or is Bessie this poison or something? Is it some combination of both? Tears are coming into my eyes again. I need to find him.