CHAPTER 4

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"That Bastard!" Dominique erupted. Her flaming red hair was blowing with the wind making her look more like a warrior princess ready to devour enemies coming her way. " He ought to be gagged, blinded and fed to the Hippogriffs!" Rueben nodded quietly in agreement.

"We should just find his tent and slip pox poison on his drinking flask." Albus offered.

"Or find him and hex him to Antarctica naked!" Lucy stated.

"Zap him on a Cruciatus curse…" Frankie grumbled.

"Let's just trap him in an Egyptian tomb, wandless!" Louis put in.

"We can send him the best of WWW's best explosive products!" Roxanne added.

"Why don't we just go beat him up!" Victoire stood up, hands clenched on each side. "Plain and simple!"

"Guys!" Rose pleaded. "Just drop it, okay!" Of course she was disappointed and humiliated, but she really should've known better than to trust the words of someone she just met, let along an international quidditch star who most likely has girls, prettier girls, throwing themselves at him. He probably met some leggy blonde with perfect hair, who has great conversation skills. Rose sighed, trying not to get herself too depressed. Really, her cousins enthusiasm in destroying the bastard is already making her feel better. "Look, he must have found someone better to spend his time with."

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT, ROSIE!" Lily yelled at her in outrage. Normally the bubbly girl never loses her temper, however, this Lily looks ready to kill. "If he found some other girl, it's because he's a brainless, blind moron who has no standards! He's merely an addled-brain fool who doesn't know the value of a real woman when he sees it!" Rose stared at her cousin. Never in her fifteen years of knowing her had she seen Lily speak with such force and conviction.

"You got that right, sprite!" Ron Weasley joined in their circle. He turned to face his daughter with a solemn look on his face. "She's damn right, Rosie." (Yes, all the kids' eyebrows raised.)

"That boy's obviously been hit b way too many bludgeons in the head." (Everyone heard Victoire coughed, "not enough…") Ron ignored her and pressed on. "There's two things you can do here. You can one or all of your cousins advice and obliterate that lying scum from existence. Or you could shrug it off and take it as a learning experience. I for one, have no problem sending him to, where was that Lucy? I believe yours was my favorite!"

"Antarctica, naked!"

"Yes, I could do that for you, darling, if that's what you want." Rose looked at her father's serious face. "But I'll only do that if you want me to. I don't think you deserve to be more embarrassed than you already are and by acting on revenge, you would act like as if you actually care." Ron looked at her straight in the eyes. "You're my daughter and my most precious people, dear, along with your mother and brother, and I have no problem defending your honor. I just want to know if that's what you want." Rose could feel her eyes getting teary. "I'm sure your uncles wouldn't mind joining in the fun either." Ron smiled.

Rose giggled. No, getting her family in trouble over her honor isn't worth it. Them showing their love and support this way was already enough. She knew she was loved beyond measure and she wouldn't trade these guys for a good-looking boy who could hold a decent intelligent conversation. Her honor wasn't even in question. Sure, her pride was bruised and her feelings were hurt, but at least she was surrounded by family who loves and cares for her unconditionally. Rose stood up and walked towards her father. "Thanks, daddy!" She told him as she wrapped her arms around him. "But you're right. He ain't worth my bruised feelings."

Ron held his little girl tight. It took just about everything he had not to march up Bulgaria's national team's camp and Avada Kedavra that little twerp into oblivion. But that would only end up in the headlines as "War Hero murders Quidditch Hero," and Rose doesn't deserve that kind of humiliation.

"Thanks for not doing anything embarrassing, daddy." Rose said, smiling at her father.

Ron forced a smile. He'd just keep it to himself that he didn't stop James and Scorpius marching out of their campsite half an hour ago with murderous looks on their faces and their hands clenched on their wands ready for war.

…

The coach was pissed at their loss and he drilled the whole team for three hours, while hurling insults at them. Andrei got an extra hour for being a "selfish, egotistical brat" just like his Uncle Viktor during their last loss at the Cup. That had hurt. He tried to make sure he wouldn't pull the same stunt his uncle did, but obviously he failed.

Andrei was even more pissed off that he missed his chance to see Rose. He's already two hours late. He doubts she would forgive him, but he had to at least try. He was on his way back to change when a gaggle of female fans attacked him mercilessly. Forcing himself to smile, he indulged his fans for almost half an hour, until he managed to extricate himself from their grasps and apparated in front of his tent. Before he knew it, he was stupefied and thrown away from the tent.

Andrei's back landed sharply against a tree. When he fell to the ground, he looked up to see who stunned him and threw him across the field. He saw England's male beater stalking up towards him. Pulling him up, James Potter slammed him up against the already bruised tree.

"Look superstar, I don't care who you are, what your motives are and what your lame excuses are."For a shorter guy, Potter has quite a grip. "But from now on, stay away from her!" Andrei looked at the younger man incredulously. What in Merlin's name is he talking about?

"James, we only came to warn him, didn't we?" A familiar drawl came behind the redhead man. Andrei looked up and saw the same blonde that interrupted his kiss with Rose earlier. "Let go, James."

Potter lowered his wand from Andrei's face and loosened his grip around his neck and turned away. Andrei fell on his knees. Are they talking about Rose? Oh heck, no! Who the hell are these little runts to tell him what to do? And what does James Potter care about Rose, anyway? Does he fancy her?

"Look," Andrei started, standing up. Next thing he knew, Potter's fist landed in his face.

"James!" The blonde grabbed him and held him back.

"Just to make sure he remembers," Potter spat. " Don't bother with your excuses. Stay away from her!" Andrei looked at the two young men currently towering above him. That's it! Reaching for his wand…

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," The blonde's wand was already at his neck. "Look, Rose's very special to us and obviously, you don't feel the same way. So do her a favor and don't come near her. She need deserve you and your trivial attentions. You don't deserve her. And if you value your life you would stay far away from her. We're only two of a whole army of destroying you and all the things you hold dear in various creative ways." Andrei was more angry and aggressive when Potter attacked him. However, this boy's voice had a cold, sinister tone to it that actually made him freeze up for a minute. He looked at the blonde's cold, gray stare. The boy's smirked turned rather evil and Andrei realized that if he was to go against anymore of Rose's fans, this one is the one he should be watching out for.

"Malfoy, are you done? I want another round at him." The red haired beater spoke again.

"Yes, James, I'm done. But no, you're done too!" Malfoy said, letting go. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Krum." He smiled at Andrei as if he didn't just threaten him a moment ago. "I truly hope you would take this conversation under consideration." At that, the two young men disappeared.

…

In his 21 years alive, Andrei Viktor Krum had never been so angry. After the surprise attack, he trudged back to his tent. After changing, he grabbed a compress and some ointment and applied them to his bruised body. Lying down, he closed his eyes as he calculated his next moves. The next thing he knew, it was already morning. Andrei apparated out of his tent to the East side of the English camp.

Getting there, he received surprised looks from English fans packing up. Half the camp was already deserted, but Andrei looked around anyway. People were too surprised to see him that there were only a few who asked him for his autographs. Andrei wandered around the campsite for another hour before giving up and headed back to his own tent.

His things were already packed. Obviously, his manager got to work. Ivan was standing outside Andrei's tent, giving him a questioning look. Andrei ignored him.

Yes, he took last night's conversation under great consideration. He has now decided that he will find her. If those two men came to see him just for her, she must be more than just a sharp mind and a beautiful face. Because really, he was now pretty sure that his Red Rose is all worth it!