Author's Note: Ok, this is all we got so far, and we aren't sure where to go with it from here. We are looking for all the suggestions you can dish out on what to do now, so don't be afraid to review or send me a message! Even if it is a flame! I think they're funny, so send away!
Warning: even more extreme OOCness. I forgot to warn you in the last part, but there you go. I could do Draco, but I can't be Viktor! Sorry! This was just for fun so don't come after me with sharp pointy objects!
Viktor woke to loud shouting and a wet bed. Sitting up abruptly he realized that someone had thrown a bucket of water on him. That someone was the team manager who was still standing at the foot of his bed seething with a bucket in one hand and an empty potion bottle in the other. "What were you thinking taking the whole bottle! The match starts in twenty minutes and you haven't even warmed up! Let alone eat breakfast! What am I supposed to do without a seeker!" he boomed impatiently.
During this Viktor was scrambling out of bed. He shoved his wand in his mouth and mumbled a few words to clean his teeth while he hiked on his quidditch gear and grabbed a banana. "I'm sorry! I did not think I would sleep, so I took that... I didn't realize how much I had taken. I will be in the locker room in five minutes!" he yelled, running to get his broom.
"You had better be!" the manager yelled as he stalked off to the field.
Several campsites over, Vera was waking up and getting out her full Irish gear. An hour before the match she was sitting on a bar stool drinking, what else, more coffee. She had on a green hat very similar to her cousins shamrock one, knee high green socks over green striped stockings, a green skirt, and heavy green sweater, all different shades of green. She'd fit right in with the Irish side, although she doubted Draco would dare be seen with her, no matter how much he liked green.
"Ben! Hurry up!" she yelled, banging on the ceiling. "We are going to be soooo late if you don't get a move on! Don't you want to see Viktor before the match!" she yelled up the stairs.
Ben rushes downstairs, trying to tie a pair of knee-high forest green chuck taylors. "Comin' comin' comin'! Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" She answers as she tightens the shamrock laces and ties them hurriedly. No doubt she's just as well off as her sister in the green department. She wears her singing shamrock hat, a green t-shirt with a green-plaid turtle neck beneath it, green knee-length shorts, a skirt over top of that, green leggings, and to top it off, green gloves. Green green, lovely lovely green. "How do I look? Am I missing anything?" Ben questions, spinning around to show her cousin her outfit. "Think Viktor will mind the lack of red?" Boy, all the things to worry about for a Quidditch game.
Draco ties his green neck tie and straightens the green button down covering his upper half. Just enough green, not too much. He eyes himself in the mirror. Perfect, as always. Definitely on the right path to winning over that bar-keep. He runs a comb through his locks before casting a grin at the mirror. No flaws, good to go.
Vera cocked her head to the side to appraise her cousin. "Just one thing." she said with a smile and pointed her wand at Ben's face. A green swirl came out of the wand and formed a small green heart on Ben's face with the words 'I love Viktor Krum' inset with a darker green. "Now you are complete!" and headed out into the massive crowd headed for the stadium. Once they were close they diverted their path slightly to stand closer to where the teams would exit the locker rooms. "Hey guys! Is Vicky in there?" Vera called. She was thankfully on speaking terms with most of the team so that she wouldn't get hauled away by security.
"No! He has not shown up yet! If you want good seats you should head up, or they will get taken!" one of his teammates called.
Viktor was running as fast as he could towards the stadium at that very moment. "I will not be late, I will not be late!" he yelled at himself as he got nearer the stadium. He could hear the crowd cheering as the Irish players took the field. As he heard the Bulgarian team being announced he ran through the gates.
Vera was standing impatiently at the entrance waiting for Krum. She didn't want to leave Ben down there on her own looking for him. Finally she saw him running up. "There! He's there!" she yelled jumping up and down and grabbing Ben's arm.
Ben arches a brow, but doesn't say anything . She wasn't going to argue. She nods a bit and follows the smaller woman through the crowds. Amazing, all the Irish fans in their green wear. It would be a sight from above, seeing the sea of walking green. A second camp-ground. She waits awkwardly, trying to decide between the game and Viktor, game or Viktor, game or Viktor.
A smile grows on her face as her cousin grabs her arm and starts jumping insanely. Ben can't bring herself to do the same, instead turning pink in the cheeks at the sight of her long-time crush. What was she to do? Run up to him, or wait? Oh, all the choices and confusing emotions. All she could do was stand still, hoping it's her he's running to. "I can't believe I was upset with him ever..." She mutters softly.
Draco enters the arena with the mass of others, and climbs stairs along with a thinning number. He hadn't seen the bar-keeps since yesterday, and a knot was growing in his stomach. What if something happened? What if Vera got lost in the woods or something? 'Bloody hell, don't worry about her... don't worry... she's fine' he thinks in attempt to reassure himself. Where could she be? The object of his every thought and dream was no where to be found and it's maddening him. Just maddening him.
Viktor's attention was drawn to the hopping figure right outside the field. 'Is that the girls? It is!' he thought, identifying the dark and russet hair as he approached the field. Running past he had no time to slow down, so instead grabbed Ben around the waist and hauled her out onto the field with him. "You owe me a good luck kiss..." he said, watching her eyes as he sat her down and mounted his broom.
"Yea! Make all those girls watching cry!" yelled Vera from the sidelines. The pair an the ref were the only ones to hear her, but she hoped that they would take her advise. She was hopped up on excitement and couldn't care less if he was playing for Bulgaria at the moment.
Ben's smile widens, and she doesn't protest Viktor's actions. "I owe you a good luck shag... but you didn't want that..." She smirks, looking up at him. "And you owe me flying lessons too, so, what do we say we call it even and I go give Seamus that good luck kiss?" She teases, eyes just alight. Boy was she enjoying this too much. "Or should I go find a broom and a mini skirt and try to fly again before the game starts?"
Draco's eyes widen as he sees the red-head and his ebony haired beauty on the field. "What on earth is she doing out there?" He demands, jumping to his feet, jealousy starting to pump through his veins. She couldn't have a guy, just couldn't. If she did he would just die.
"Uh-un!" Vera yells, latching on to Seamus to prevent Ben from getting him. "Go for the guy in red!" she said, jumping up and down while hanging off her friend Seamus. She had no idea that havoc she was reeking on a certain blonde prig. Vera was always so excitable at games.
Viktor's eyes got huge when she gave him her proposal. Damn girl was going to make it very hard to sit comfortably on a broom. "No kissing him!" he said, grabbing her wrist and swinging her back into his arms, wrapping her up firmly. "You kiss me..." he said and pressed his lips against hers. There was a collective gasp from the audience, who couldn't hear what was being said, and then another collective whimper as Viktor Krum went off the market.
Vera squee'd and gave Seamus a big hug before releasing him so the match could start. She finally managed to pry the pair apart and headed for the stands. Their seats were up in the top box since the teams had procured the tickets for them.
Viktor was dazed as he flew onto the field and had a goofy grin on his face as the match started, but he was determined to catch that snitch.
Seamus blinks confusedly, letting out a squeak at the sudden attack. "What in bloody hell are you doing, woman?" He wailed whinily, not knowing what exactly is going on between Ben and Viktor.
Ben smirks widely, seeing his reaction and loving it. "Over protective much?" She asks before he kisses her. A grin pulls it's way onto her face as she wraps her arms around his neck, keeping him too her for as long as possible. The gasps and whimpers from the crowd was just an added bonus to the ecstasy of the kiss. Ben waves goofily as she's dragged off by her cousin.
Draco would have murdered when Vera hugged Seamus if there wasn't a railing and about five hundred feet between him and the Irish-men. "THAT STUPID HALF-BREED! I'M GONNA KILL HIM! I'M GONNA HANG HIM BY HIS SHOE-LACES AND CASTERATE HIM FOR TOUCHING HER!" Draco bellows angrily, face turning a bit red, and eyes dancing with fire. If looks could kill, Seamus would have been dead ten times over.
Vera was talking to her dazed cousin animatedly all the way to the top box. There she found a rather... enraged? Draco. (hehe) Not that she picked up on it. "Did you see? Did you see? They finally kissed!" she asked, running up to him and giving him a huge hug that made the one she gave Seamus look like nothing. "Finally! The tension is broken!" she exclaimed, spinning away from him and going to the edge of the box with her omniculars and watched the game. It was so out of character for her to be this hyper, but she was under the influence of the hype of the crowd. And she definitely wasn't giving a lot of thought to how she was affecting people since she was focused on her cousin's relationship.
On the field Viktor was keeping a weather eye out for the Snitch, hoping he could get his team a win this year, but no such luck as the Irish team quickly out shot the Bulgarians in points. Their strategy was amazing after years of playing together. Now he was back to the match four years earlier when he was just trying to get the match over and help his team maintain some dignity. He saw a flutter of gold and went for it, but a bludger beat him too it, making the small ball fly out of sight... it was looking to be a long game.
Draco's face softened noticeably at the hug, turning from red in anger to pink in bashfulness. A very un-Dracolike thing. He just couldn't stay mad with Vera around. She was like some kind of happy pill, only, much to his disappointment, he didn't eat her. "Yes, it's amazing." He answers, not knowing what else to say. After that he sat silently, a slight grin on his face. Yes, ladies and gents, Draco Malfoy is going soft, like cookie dough. It was only a matter of time.
Ben is standing on the rail, freaky binoculars pressed to her eyes. She is watching the green blurs, and occasionally checking on Viktor. To be perfectly honest, she is afraid of him doing something stupid. She could just see him getting hurt worse this World Cup then in the last one, and she just isn't emotionally ready for that. Not after everything else that went on during the last few days. "Oh, c'mon, Morgan! Put the ball through the hoop!" She yells, frustrated, as an Ireland chaser fails to get the quaffle past the keeper.
Vera was jumping up and down next to Ben, omniculars pressed to her eyes as well. "Let's go Irish! Quite messing about with them!" she yelled.
McGintey had the quaffle and was racing towards the posts, and ... he scored! The Irish were up 270 to 60, even if Viktor caught the snitch now, his team wouldn't win. They had been playing for several hours now in the blistering cold, and he was at the point were he was going to go for the snitch anyways, instead of letting the game go on.
Up in the top box, the enchantment that was keeping the occupants warm was starting to fade, and Vera's legs were getting gooseflesh under her stockings. "Come on! Just find the bloody snitch!" she hollered, her voice getting hoarse from yelling the past few hours. Even the omniculars could barely see through the snow, but apparently Viktor could. "There he goes!" she screeched as he started a spectacular dive towards the pitch. Vera froze when she saw how quickly he was headed towards the ground. She had seen Harry do the Wronski Feint, but this was faster and less controlled with the wind blowing him about. "PULL UP!" she yelled, realizing he couldn't see the ground through the snow. She was clinging to Ben's arm to keep her in the box.
Viktor was so sure of victory, Seamus was far too slow and lightweight in this weather to catch him. He reached out to grab the snitch, and as he closed his fingers around it there was a tremendous CRASH as he hit the ground.
Even Draco is on his feet staring down into the snow holding his breath, hoping for the best.
"VIKTOR!" Ben shouts, dropping her omniculars and looking hopelessly downwards. Had Vera not had a hold of her, she probably would have jumped from the box. Though, jumping out of the picture, option two opens up- apparation. With out a second thought, she pops down in the snow, dragging Vera with her.
"Viktor!" She cries, wading the extra step over to his red robes and dropping to her knees beside him. "Viktor... c'mon, answer me. Please." She pleads, tears rolling down her cheeks as she takes the hand not holding the snitch in her own. "Don't do this to me..."
Vera was shocked to find herself on the pitch, but quickly went to assess the damage. "Well, he's not bleeding or anything..." she muttered, lightly slapping his cheeks.
Viktor came back to consciousness with a groan. "Owww..." he mumbled. He couldn't feel his right arm, but he was pretty sure he had caught the snitch. He broom was lying in splintered shards next to him; it had hit the ground tip first and shattered.
"Er, I was wrong, bit of blood..." Vera said, pulling a bloody splinter from Viktor's scalp, it had grazed his head as it flew back towards his face, luckily he had his goggles on. "We're going to need a medi-witch over here, looks like he shattered his arm as well as his broom." Vera told the referee that had come to check on them.
Viktor looked up and saw Ben, smiling he said, "I told you I would catch the snitch..." and then he passed out. A few seconds a medical team came over followed by a stretcher and carted Viktor off.
Ben would have slapped him, if she weren't to busy crying out of relief that he was still around. "Viktor, you prat! You could have widowed me before I got the chance to marry you." She cries, hugging his arm to her. "I know you did. You always catch the snitch..." She answers softly, allowing the medical team to cart Viktor off.
She sits there for another little bit, trying to calm down. Seamus slowly jogs over stopping beside Vera, and looking down at Ben apologetically. "I'm sorry, Ben." He says, feeling it's some what his fault.
Draco, seeing a green dot heading for his green dot poofs himself down next to Vera, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her close, to show Seamus who's got her.
Ben nods sniffling as she gets to her feet. "It's not your fault he's got to be the bloody hero..." She states before starting off to go wait for Viktor to wake up again.
Vera raised a brow as Draco clamped his arm around her middle. "Possessive much?" she inquired, turning to face him with a cocky smirk on her face. Disentangling herself she pecked Draco on the cheek and started after Ben. "Have to keep an eye on her..." she said in way of excuse.
Viktor spent the rest of the day sleeping in the infirmary while the Irish celebrated and the Bulgarians paid off any bet money they owed.
After getting an update on Viktor, whose arm would take a few days to heal, Vera went to find Ben. "Widowed before marriage? Guess you were more serious about him than you thought." said Vera in a teasing tone as she leaned against the doorframe to Viktor's room.
Draco nods to Vera. "Yes." He answers simply, arching a brow back at her. After being kissed, he gets a big goofy grin on his face. "Alright... see you later..." He answers waving still a bit dazed.
Ben sits at Viktor's bed side, eyes still a bit red and puffy from crying, but otherwise, looking quite zoned out. She nods faintly to Vera. "I guess I am a little more serious about him then I thought. Either that or mum's nagging for me to find some one is finally setting in." She smiles wearily at her cousin. "'Oh, Bennett, are you going to be married yet?' 'No mum.' 'Well, you know, I heard Seamus is still single, so is Matt, and then there's always that one at the bookstore...' 'I only date albinos, mum. And not friends, so Matt is out of the question.'" She mocks with a slight laugh.
Vera smiles, thinking of her Aunt, who also was nagging her about tying the knot. "I'm actually quite happy for you two, I always wanted a cousin-in-law... as long as you don't kill each other." she said, grinning at Ben. She gave your cousin a hug and kissed Viktor on the forehead. "Well, I'll leave you two alone... there is someone I have to say goodbye to." and left.
Viktor woke up a few hours later. "Ben? How long have you been here?" he asked, lightly shaking her shoulder where he assumed she had slumped into sleep on his bed. "I'm sorry if I worried you..." he whispered.
Vera was out, looking for the blonde who had seemed to take a liking to her, and she finally found him. "I came to say good-bye. I assume that you will be returning home now that the match in over." she said quietly. She betrayed no sign of loss, but that was just her personality.
Ben nearly jumps out of her skin at being touched. "Forty-two!" She squeaks out, wide eyed. "Oh... yeah... um... since you got here really. Maybe eight hours or more by now." She shrugs sheepishly, looking down at her feet. She looks back up at him and slaps him. "Sorry if you worried me? I thought you had died there for a minute! You almost widowed me before I could even be called a widow! You always have to be the hero, don't you? Scared me half to death and made me cry, AGAIN, Viktor Krum! AGAIN!" She rants, going into Molly Weasley mode. "What on earth were you THINKING?"
Draco smiles at her and shakes his head. "Good-bye? Geez, trying to get rid of me already. And I thought I could stay with you until the day of my death, but, no 'good-bye, you must be going home now because the match is over'." He replies dramatically, grey eyes dancing as he slings an arm over her shoulders. "Well, let me tell you something, no one gets rid of Draco Malfoy that easily."
A/N: And again, don't forget suggestions!We wanna know where to go from here! And no, I don't have a beta, so be nice, I'm a horrible grammar student.