Classes had resumed as normal now that the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang kids had gotten a bit more settled. Dumbledore had agreed to the Durmstrang and Hogwarts kids playing Quidditch, and they split time on the field for training. Analeigh walked into her Potions class and noticed the Durmstrang boys scattered throughout the room.

"Since we have our guests," Professor Snape was saying as everyone got settled. "You will be partnering with one of them for the remainder of the year. Starting with," he checked his list. "Rowe and Krum…"

Analeigh didn't hear the rest of the names. Fantastic, She thought bitterly. He's going to see how hopeless I am at this. Snape hates me…

"Hello Analeigh," Viktor said, coming to sit next to her. "Training going vell?"

Analeigh nodded. "I'm just going to say this now; my Quidditch skills are far superior to my potion-making skills, which are not good at all." She blushed after she babbled.

"It's all right. I'll help you. No vorries."

"Thanks," she said with a smile.

They turned toward where Snape was giving instructions and then began brewing the potion, Viktor was quite good at it and gave Analeigh simple tasks like cutting up ingredients, and they ended up getting the assignment done early and Snape let them go, with a group project which was due in two weeks.

"What do you have next?" she asked as they walked down the hall.

"Karkaroff got us all out of classes to enter in the Tournament this afternoon."

"Lucky," Analeigh said. "I have Transfiguration."

He smiled. "Are you going to enter, the tournament, I mean?"

Analeigh shook her head. "Nah, I'm going to focus on passing Potions so I can start playing Quidditch full time after I get done with school."

He nodded and waved goodbye as she headed toward the Transfiguration classroom. They were doing human transfiguration, giving themselves animal attributes. Analeigh had a tiny bit of trouble getting rid of her cat tail until Professor McGonagall helped her out with a wink. After class let out, she found Kirstie and told her she would be in the Room of Requirement doing her Potions homework before dinner, and then she headed to the seventh floor and slipped into the magical room.

After putting his name in the Goblet of Fire, Viktor went looking for Analeigh to start on the project for Potions class. He found the blonde girl he always saw her with and asked where she was.

"She's in the Room of Requirement. She always goes in there to do her Potions homework. It's a wonder she doesn't do better in that class. When she's not practicing on the pitch, she's doing her Potions assignment in the RoR."

"Vere is it?" he asked.

"I'll show you," Kirstie said, leading him up to the seventh floor. "Walk by it three times thinking of what you need. A door will appear."

He nodded his thanks. I need to find Analeigh. I need to find Analeigh. I need to find Analeigh. He thought as he walked past the spot. The third time, the door appeared and he went in silently. He expected to hear bubbling and fire from cauldrons, and a dungeon-like room like the Potions classroom.

Instead he saw mirrors and a wooden bar attached to one section of mirrors. He saw Analeigh, or at least he assumed it was her, although he had never seen her like this. Classical music was playing from an antique gramophone and she was dancing. It wasn't ballroom, it was classical ballet. He watched for a while in silence, enraptured by the fluidity of her movement. When she turned off the gramophone and started to undo the ribbons on her shoes did he finally speak.

"So this is doing your Potions homevork?"

She jumped. "Viktor? You startled me. What are you doing here?"

"I vas looking for you, so ve could start on the project. Kirstie said I vould find you here. You are very good."

"You were watching me?" she suddenly looked embarrassed.

He nodded.

"You can't tell anyone about this, please," her eyes were pleading. "No one would understand." She went behind a curtain to change out of her leotard and tights.

"Vy vouldn't they?" he asked.

"They just wouldn't. Trust me." She came out in a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt, her black hair tied up in a ponytail.

"Your secret is safe vith me, Analeigh," he said.

"Thank you, Viktor," she smiled at him.

They continued meeting in the Room of Requirement before dinner for the remainder of that week. They spent the majority of the time working on Snape's assignment. It wasn't long before it was Friday, the day before the Durmstrang/Hogwarts Quidditch match. The Hogwarts team had the pitch before dinner the day before the match, and Analeigh felt like they were as ready as they were going to be.

"Okay everyone!" she said as they gathered in the locker room Saturday afternoon before the match. They were all wearing their normal team robes, the Chasers, Seeker and Keeper (a fifth year Analeigh drafted just in time) in Ravenclaw blue and the Beaters in Gryffindor red. "I firmly believe we can beat these guys. Their strong point is Krum. Leave him to me. Twins, work on taking out their chasers and beaters. Chasers, do not let them get the Quaffle, if they do, work on those formations and get it back. This isn't just for us. It's for Hogwarts."

The team cheered.

"Very inspiring, Miss Rowe," Dumbledore said from the doorway. "As the Hogwarts team, I thought this would be more appropriate." He waved his wand and their robes changed into black robes with the Hogwarts crest on the back along with each member's surname, their numbers were on their sleeves.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Analeigh said.

He smiled. "Good luck out there."

The team grabbed their brooms and headed out to the pitch.

"Captains, shake hands," the referee said before they went into the air. Analeigh shook hands with the tall Durmstrang boy who attempted to break her hand. She mounted her Firebolt and took to the air.

"THIS IS IT, EVERYONE!" Analeigh smiled, realizing Lee Jordan was commentating as usual. "HOGWARTS VERSUS DURMSTRANG. AND THEY'RE OFF!"

Analeigh zoned out of Lee's commentary and into the game. This wasn't just proving things to herself, but to everyone else. She scanned the pitch for the Snitch, keeping an eye on Krum's movements. The Hogwarts team was up by 30 points.

"RUMOR HAS IT THAT ANALEIGH ROWE, THE SEEKER FOR THE HOGWARTS TEAM, IS SIGNING WITH THE HOLYHEAD HARPIES FOR THE NEXT SEASON, GO ANALEIGH!"

Analeigh smiled at that bit of commentary and headed toward the flash of gold she had caught in her peripherals. Krum had caught her movement and was hot on her trail. She headed into a dive after the Snitch and felt it in the palm of her glove. She pulled out just in time and held it up for the entire stadium to see.

"HOGWARTS WINS!" Lee announced joyfully from the commentator's booth. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and dismounted from her broom. They all shook hands with the Durmstrang boys, some of which looked at Analeigh in awe. She was lifted onto the shoulders of her teammates and carried to the victory party that was being held in the Great Hall.

Analeigh fought her way through the crowd of well-wishers and ditched the party. For some reason, she suddenly didn't feel like celebrating.

"Analeigh, can I haff a vord?" it was Viktor. Like Analeigh, he was still in his uniform.

"Sure," she said, sitting down on one of the benches.

"You aren't celebrating your victory," he said. It wasn't a question.

She shook her head. "I didn't really feel like celebrating. The Goblet is choosing the champions tomorrow. Aren't you nervous?"

"Not really," he replied. "You played vunderfully tonight."

She blushed at the compliment. "Thanks. You were fantastic." She couldn't believe butterflies were pounding on the walls of her stomach. Her heart was suddenly in her throat. Am I falling in love with Viktor Krum? She thought, panicking. That's impossible. Her thoughts suddenly silenced as he gently brushed her lips with his own.

Analeigh was shocked. Did that really just happen? Holy hippogriff shit!

"I-I'm sorry, Analeigh," he said.

"Don't be," some ridiculously brave part of her said, kissing him back.

A/N: Well? I'd love to hear your thoughts. I know there aren't a lot of Viktor/OC fics for those of us who love him, so I thought I'd add one more. Review!