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It's a beautiful day with sunlight bright and warm on her freckled skin. If she's honest, Ginny is a bit surprised. Viktor usually spends days like this on the Quidditch pitch getting a little extra practice in. Instead, they're in the park, an intimate picnic planned.
"We should celebrate," he tells her, spreading the blanket and setting the basket in the center. "Your first professional match is such a big deal."
Ginny blushes. "It isn't until Friday," she reminds him, but she knows he already knows. He and her brothers have a box booked already; even Ron will be joining them, though her first match is against the Cannons.
Before Viktor can say anything, someone approaches. Ginny is familiar with this. Everywhere she and Viktor go, he's so easily recognized. The young blonde woman stares at him, barely able to conceal her excitement.
"Hello," Viktor says politely. "Can I help you?"
The woman grips her camera, nodding. "My name is Natalie Briarwood," she says. "I'm your number one fan."
Of course she is. They all are. Ginny bites the inside of her cheek, but she doesn't say anything. She remembers being a kid and so fascinated by Harry Potter that she and Colin had started a fan club.
She lets Natalie Briarwood have her moment, even taking the camera from her so Natalie and Viktor can have a photo together.
Once they're alone again, Viktor chuckles. "You will have it happen too," he tells her, opening the basket and preparing their plates. "Then everyone will forget all about Viktor Krum. They'll say, 'Krum? Oh, right. Dating Ginny Weasley, isn't he?'. You'll see."
"I doubt that," she says, but she can't help but smile as she plucks a sandwich from the plate and bites into it. "You really believe in me, don't you?"
"I do. You know, I would even say I'm your number one fan."