A/N: Hey y'all! Just some ViktorCedricFleur for you… little angsty. Canon compliant.
Word Count: 307
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Viktor eyed his two lovers, who appeared just as nervous as he was to enter the maze. Only Harry, the youngest of them all, looked ready. Viktor frowned as he considered the boy, who, really, looked enitirely too used to heading into danger.
He was glad this was only a competition.
Right before the task was supposed to start, Cedric caught Viktor's eye. Be careful, the Hufflepuff mouthed in his direction, his blue eyes worried. Viktor gave him a small smile and acknowledged him with a nod. He wished he could give Cedric and Fleur each a goodbye kiss—and perhaps clap Harry on the back, just to wish him luck—but it would be impossible with the crowd watching.
Kisses would be for afterwards, then.
Still, something was unsettling Viktor. Something felt wrong, and his eyes kept flickering between Cedric and Fleur, who were stiff-backed but otherwise unsuspicious of the task before them.
Viktor turned slightly to look back at the table where the teachers sat. The Hogwarts professor, Moody, saw him looking and gave him a solemn nod. Viktor turned back to the maze, his stomach in knots.
An hour later, Viktor's fears hadn't left him. He was running through the maze now, a horrible tightening in his chest. He had an overwhelming urge to find Cedric and Fleur and get out of here—an instinct long buried was telling him something was amiss. And if there was one thing he'd learned from Quidditch, it was to listen to his instincts.
Suddenly, he stopped. There, some distance away, was Fleur; he could tell by the shimmer of her silvery blonde hair. He grinned in relief, prepared to hurry over and convince her, somehow, to abandon the tournament.
Just as he took a step forward, however, a voice he dimly recognized whispered from behind.
"Imperio."
Viktor's mind went blank.