Also for the Charcter Challenge: Ludo Bagman and Viktor Krum. For the Interesting Words Challenge, novaturient - desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation.

Word Count: 766

Viktor Krum on gambling perverts and kid competitors.

He had looked so scared, I remembered later, after my anger had cooled down. He was just a kid, after all.

A dangerous competition, and he was too young to legally participate. It might have been for a joke, or perhaps one of the older students - but Harry didn't want to compete. Anyone could see that - well, anyone who wasn't angry at him.

His school hated him, the cheating jerk-face. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived For Fame. But they were wrong.

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Harry Potter, The Boy Who Cried in the Rain, Late At Night When He Thought Everyone Was Asleep.

Harry Potter, The Boy Who Suffered Through Insults Thrown By His Own Friends.

Harry Potter, The Boy Who -

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Harry was against the wall, Ludo Bagman towering over him. Harry frowned, Ludo waved his hands as he talked excitedly. Harry shook his head, Bagman put a hand on his shoulder and leaned closer, his mouth moving faster. I moved forward, staying in the shadows and walking as lightly as I could.

Harry shook his head again and pushed away from Bagman, looking very determined.

"Harry? Harry!" Bagman called after him, but Harry didn't turn around.

"Harry." I stepped out of the shadows, and Harry jumped.

"Krum," he acknowledged, looking back down the corridor nervously. "What are you doing here? Don't you sleep in the pirate ship?"

"I like the castle," I told him, truthfully.

"Oh." He looked around, as if noticing the school for the first time.

"What did Bagman want?"

Harry's head snapped back up to me. Fear, anger in his eyes. "Nothing."

"Harry -"

"Stop spying on me, Krum," he glared. "I'm not going to win anyway. Go spy on Cedric!"

"Harry -"

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Harry Potter, Full Of Anger.

Harry Potter, Cornered By The Head Of Sports and Games.

Harry Potter, The Dragon Hatching From The Fragile Egg.

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Bagman was talking to him again, outside this time, crowding Harry's personal space. No, I wasn't worried. From what little I'd seen, Harry could take care of himself.

I hid behind a tree.

"...just a few..."

"...I don't..."

"...practice..."

"No -"

"No one has to know," Bagman insisted, louder.

"No," Harry told him firmly. I shuffled closer. "I don't feel comfortable with that -"

He fell silent as a twig snapped under my foot.

"He - Hello?" Bagman called. There was a weighted pause.

"Please don't ask again," I heard Harry say, and two pairs of feet walked away.

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Harry Potter, The Boy With Excellent Hearing.

Harry Potter, The Eternally Harassed.

Harry Potter, The Boy Who Said No.

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This is the third time. Enough is enough.

Harry looks up at me wearily as I approach, walking away as if he is determined not to talk to me. Ludo turns around, a large smile plastered to his face.

I grab the front of his robes and drag him into an empty corridor.

"Listen up, Bagman. Harry doesn't want to talk to you," I spit through my teeth. "So leave him alone."

Bagman sputters. "Mr. Potter has never indicated - friendly conversation, is all -"

"Like hell it is. Harry's not interested in what you are offering," I glare down at him, putting on my menacing face.

"I'm not offering him anything!" Bagman squeaks.

"Well, then, he's not interested in giving you anything!" I correct, growing impatient.

His look suddenly turns reptilian and he smirks up at me. "Just what do you think I want from Mr. Potter, Viktor?"

I frown, and uneasiness pools low in my abdomen. "Some perverted sex thing - I don't know! But stay away from Potter, you understand?" I put my menacing face back on.

Bagman chuckles - chuckles - and I'm lost.

"And you are here to save him from - what? Losing his virginity? How sweet. Unfortunately -" he yanks my hand from his robes "- Mr. Potter is not in need of a white knight at this moment. You can go find another princess to save."

He scurries off as I am still soaking in his words. "I - I -" I sputter when I understand the connection. "I'm not in love with Harry Potter!" I insist, shouting at the empty air behind him.

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Ludo Bagman, The Perverted Gambler.

Viktor Krum, The Romantically Confused Quidditch Player.

Harry Potter, The...Princess?

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I wander, pondering Bagman's words. I'm not in love with Harry Potter. He's just a kid. He's just a scared kid.

I need to snog a girl.

The third challenge begins tomorrow.

I am not in love with The Boy Who Lived.

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