A/N: This was meant to be a one-shot originally, but due to the reviews and the number of alerts I received, I am adding another chapter. Also I was threatened with death… You guys had better review!

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Chapter 2

Viktor led me into his home. Modest, yet stylish. Warm colours throughout, browns, reds and murky oranges. He gave a tour of the house. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. The dining area was in the kitchen. It wasn't what I expected a Quidditch star to live in – much less the famous Viktor Krum.

"You sleep here." He said, showing me to a room.

"Thank you." I replied, smiling. He opened the door and pushed it open lightly. The room was decorated similarly to the rest of his house.

"It's lovely." I commented, unsure of anything else to say. He nodded satisfactorily.

"Thank you – my mother did it." He leaned in the doorway. I badly wanted to shower and get to bed, it was rather late; only I had no clothes to wear. I wore a light blue dress – signifying the school I was so proud of. It went to the floor, elegant and fitting. A long slit ran up to the top of my knee, exposing a long leg that was strapped into a silver sandal. I noticed his eyes linger on said leg.

"She did a wonderful job." I added.

He smiled.

"Can I go bathe?" I asked.

"Of course." He said, smiling coyly. He motioned for me to follow him down the hall. "There are extra towels on the railing."

I blushed scarlet.

"I need clothes." I mumbled. The colour of his face replicated mine.

"Of course… I shall get some for you. Use the bathrobe for now." He disappeared.

Once I felt clean, yet exhausted, I got out and folded myself in a too large bathrobe. It was warm and fuzzy – even though it wasn't even near winter time, I was shivering.

"It's the best I could do." He said nervously, motioning to the pile of clothes in his hand. "I don't make a habit of keeping women's clothing in my home."

The pile consisted of his own clothes.

"It'll do." I reassured him, accepting the pile.

. . .

The next morning I was awakened by a loud knocking on my bedroom door.

"Miss Violet, you should get up!"

How'd he know my name?

"I'm coming!" I answered, getting up. I'd slept in a pair of his boxers and a large T-shirt. I had to tie my silk scarf that I wore to the wedding around my hips to keep the boxers from slipping down. I wished I had my wand – then I could at least transfigure or shrink his clothes to fit me.

I remembered the wedding – what had happened?

I wrenched open the door, Viktor was still standing there. He himself hadn't gone through the trouble of getting dressed. My eyes took in his finely sculpted chest. Definitely a Quidditch player.

"What happened?" I asked, speaking fast, forcing my eyes to his dark ones. I hoped he could understand me through my accent.

"They were attacked seconds after we left."

"Pas!"

"Everyone is all right." He said soothingly. "Fleur sent her patronus, they are all fine, just shaken."

"And my fiancé?" I forced myself to ask.

"He vill show up in an hour."

"Why?"

"He vos worried."

"He needn't be."

"But he is."

"I don't want him here."

"Neither do I."

"So we pretend we are not home?"

He laughed. "That is an inviting prospect, Miss, but we must face him."

"Krum, what are you not telling me?" I asked, feeling his words were to distract me.

"The Ministry of Magic has vollen." He said. "The Dark Lord has won."

"But Potter is alive?"

"Yes – were he dead I'm certain ve vould know."

"Then how can you say the war is won? The war has just begun!"

He quirked a smile. "And ve are going to fight?"

"Unless you're a coward!"

"Ve both know that I am no coward."

I smirked in satisfaction. "Will my fiancé take me with him?"

"Not if you don't vant him to."

I smiled. "Good. Now, how about some breakfast?"

A few minutes later we were seated in the kitchen. Neither of us had bothered to dress, leaving it for after breakfast. After all, we had about 45 minutes before my fiancé would show up.

"So, vhy don't you like your fiancé? What is his name?"

"He's Roland McFerrin – and if you were forced into marriage, wouldn't you be irked?"

"Is that vhy you vere so villing to stay with me?"

"Oui." I admitted. "But not the only reason."

"Vhat vas the other reason?"

I considered him, surprised that a blush was not creeping up my chheks.

"You kissed me." I said.

"It vos barely a kiss." He countered.

"It was there, nonetheless."

"But vot about it?"

"Don't tell me you didn't feel something." I scoffed.

"I von't deny it, Miss Violet, but I just met you. It was a spur of the moment… thing."

"And you bringing me here?"

"Instinct."

"Do you wish to get rid of me?"

"No." He sighed. "I did veel something – a spark, as some would put it."

"So."

"Vhat?" He laughed. "My instinct is a bit ov a bother at times. But I veel saving you vas a good choice to make."

There was a knock on the door. Both Viktor and I jumped.

"Rory, the door." Viktor said softly. A house elf hurried from the kitchen to the front door.

"How do you know my name?"

"Fleur told me about you. She knows how you veel about marrying that other man. She and I have become rather good vriends since the Tri-Wizard Tournament."

"I'm glad to hear that." I smiled, stirring my cup of tea lazily. "And please, call me Kei." My legs were at my side, precariously situated. I realized I was flirting with him. And he was flirting back.

"Morning… What is going on here?"

Both Viktor and I looked up.

"Ve are having breakfast." Viktor answered, frowning. The table was laden with bacon, eggs, muesli, pancakes, muffins and every other breakfast food in existence. Rory the house elf hadn't known what I liked, thus she prepared everything.

"Yes, but why are you not dressed?" Roland demanded.

"We just woke up." I answered bitingly. He looked me over, realizing the clothes I was wearing wasn't mine.

"What are you wearing?"

"Clothes." I answered evenly.

"Certainly not your own?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but Roland's eyes widened. "You slept with him!" He raised his finger accusatorily. "You slept with him! You're a… you're a…"

"Iv you are here to throw around accusations, I want you to leave me home." Viktor said, standing up.

"But… she's engaged to me!"

"And I saved her life – not like you, who ran away."

Roland looked murderous. "This is not the end!"

"You are correct, this is just the beginning."

Viktor rose from his chair and escorted Roland out gruffly.

Once he returned he grimaced. "Imagine that, he doesn't think of the vact that you have no clothes with you, and suddenly I am a rapist."

"Don't fuss, Viktor." I said, standing up. "But I do think I should get some clothes – I can't live in yours." Even if they do smell heavenly.

"I shall ask Rory to go get you some clothes, is that all right?"

I nodded.

"Meanwhile I'll have to loan you some more." He mused. "Though I'll have to shrink them."

"Speaking of, do you know where my wand is?"

"I'm sorry, no. You can borrow mine whenever you need it, though."

"Thank you."

He led me to his room where I received a pair of clean muggle clothes. Men's clothing. Black trousers and long-sleeved T-shirt. My knickers were fine; I'd washed them the previous night.

"Thank you."

"You already thanked me."

"Get used to it."

He grinned.

"You should veel vlattered – I don't normally share my clothing, much less wait on my guests myself."

. . .

A/N: Please review and tell me where you think this is going.