Chapter 2: Will you dance with me?
As Viktor made his way over to the mystery boy, he had been stopped by many people. Some were fans asking for an autograph, some were older women introducing him to their daughters, and then there was that one man who was swaying in a way that made one think him to be drunk.
'Hey there handsome' He had said in a low voice that just REEKED of liquor. Oh so the swaying was because he was drunk. Pleasant. 'How about you an' me go ditch this party for something a little more exciting?' Ugh! Viktor pushed away from the drunk man making a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. These were the people who the Potters associated themselves with?
Continuing his trek across the room, Viktor ignored everyone else who tried to get his attention. The green eyed beauty was far more important. He hadn't realized how absolutely large the room was when he first entered it, but now, he was cursing. Viktor did not care that some woman was telling him how the Potter had imported their dark marble floor from Italy over one hundred years before, or that a Greek wizard who was indebted to the family hand crafted the pillars that aligned the walls.
When he finally-FINALLY- reached the beauty Viktor had decided never to go to another celebrity's birthday ever again. He looked at the boy who was looking at him and decided that he was much more attractive up close. His hair was the color of night that emphasized his snowy skin. Viktor very much liked the way his hair shined and seemed to have its own magnetic pull, just tempting you to touch it. The pale skin looked so soft and flawless that Viktor couldn't help but think about running his hands along each inch of that flesh. The boy was on the shorter, thinner side, but that didn't dissuade Viktor. But his eyes, oh sweet Merlin, his eyes were so green that it looked like someone had just cut and emerald and replaced his eyes with them. The boy's irises held no other color except green. The boy's face was heart-shaped with soft features. A small, button nose, large eyes framed be thick lashes, plump red lips and small pointed ears. It was so enchanting.
Meanwhile, Harry was examining the man in front of him. He was tall and muscular, like he worked out every day. His skin was tanned and there seemed to be calluses on his hands. He wasn't extremely handsome, but he was definitely something to look at. He had high cheek bones, dark brown-almost black oval eyes, thin chapped lips, slightly large eyebrows, a square-ish jaw and a sharp, slightly hooked nose. His hair was brown and cut short. Harry wasn't exactly sure how he felt about the man, but it wasn't anything negative…yet. He had met more than enough men and women who seemed to want to talk to him, but once they found out his name they'd either call him a liar or they'd never leave him alone. That usually got him in trouble with his father.
"Hello." The man said in an odd accent. He was definitely not from England.
"Hello." Harry said timidly.
Viktor was grinning like an idiot on the inside. The boy's voice was soft, melodic and beautiful. Almost like there was a small bell ringing when he spoke. But he was looking at Viktor wearily. The Bulgarian decided that he did not like that look being directed at him by the little beauty. "My name eez Viktor. Vat eez yoo-rs?" He said quietly.
Harry took note that the man did not give him his last name. So he was either famous and did not want too much attention or he just wanted he and Harry to be on a first name basis (if you know what I mean). "My name's Harry." The younger boy replied carefully.
Harry. Viktor liked the name and yet he did not. It did not do Harry justice, the name was just too plebian. Oh well. Viktor offered his hand to Harry. "Vould yoo like too dance?"
Thinking it over, harry decided that he had nothing to lose so he took the offered hand and allowed himself to be led to the dance floor by an almost grinning Viktor. He was unaware that he was going to dance with one of the most famous men in the world. Harry's face was flushed the whole way to the dance floor as everyone's eyes landed on the pair. Including the Potters. But there was nothing Harry could do, and Viktor just ignored them.
Viktor turned Harry around when they got to a certain spot and pulled the beauty so they were only inches apart. Placing one hand in Harry's and the other on his waist, Viktor got ready for the dance. "I'm a terrible dancer you know" Harry told him, placing his hand on the upper part of Viktor's chest near his shoulder.
"Tat eez alvright, I vill help yoo." Viktor said as the musicians started playing a slow waltz. "Just fallow my leed." With one step, the pair was off dancing around the floor. Harry spent the first few moments of the dance watching his feet move from place to place, he did not look up until he had the steps somewhat memorized. When Harry raised his eyes, they connected with Viktor's dark gaze. He blushed and looked away. "Dere, ve are not doo-eeng too bad. Yoo are a fast lern-er."
"Thank you, Viktor." Harry said, looking back up at said man.
The two did not notice everyone had cleared the dance floor and was watching them. "So Harrie, how old are yoo?"Viktor asked casually.
"Fourteen. Yourself?"
"I haff been seventeen for too months." They spun and started to dance in the other direction.
"Really? Have you already graduated from school?"
"No, I am een my last yeer at shkool." Viktor said. He spun Harry out, then back in. He was a little embarrassed that the boy might ask if he had a job and then things would get weird.
"Oh! What school do you go to?"
"D-Durmstrang. Vat about yoo."
"I…I" Harry's voice cracked and his steps started to falter. He almost tripped over his feet, so Viktor stopped dancing to allow him to reply. He hoped that he hadn't touched a sore spot. "Are yoo alright Harrie?"
"Y-yes I'm fine. To answer your question, I do not go to school, I am….sort of homeschooled."
Any further conversation that the two were going to have was interrupted when a man with black hair that reached the middle of his back and gray eyes came over and asked if he could cut in. "Who de hell are yoo?"
"I'm Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black, don't worry you can have him back, I just want to talk to him for a minute."
Looking at Harry to see what he wanted to do, Viktor reluctantly left when he received a confirming nod. He went to the edge of the circle of people that had formed during his and Harry's dance and watched the two. He decided that he did not like anyone with Harry, besides himself of course.
Sirius easily slipped into Viktor's place and began dancing with his favorite godson. "So Harry, happy Birthday pup." He said with a smile.
Harry smiled back. "Thank you Siri."
"You seemed to be enjoying your little dance Harry."
"Yes, Viktor is a great dancer and easy to talk to. He asked about where I went to school, and I almost told him."
Sirius frowned. "Be careful about that Harry, if your folks found out…"
"I know I know. So why did you really 'cut in'?"
"What? A man can't have a dance with his favorite godson on his fourteenth birthday?" Sirius said dramatically. Harry gave him a level stare, he frowned and pointed to Harry's parents. "The little prince from hell threw a fit when he saw you dancing with prince charming. James wants to see you after our dance." The animagus wanted to cringe when he saw Harry pale. He felt bad, he knew something was going to happen, but he just had no idea what.
Harry on the other hand….he wished that he stayed in his dungeon room throughout the party.
A/N I'm going to say this now. I hate writing in accents! C: Okay I said it. I hope that you liked the chapter!