A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

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Ron stood outside the tent. He knew Viktor was inside. All the champions were inside. If anyone asked, he was waiting for Harry. That's what they'd all think anyway. He was Harry's best mate, but he wasn't here for Harry today. Today, he was here for a different reason. He was here to make sense of everything that had been happening. The flap on the tent opened and Ron watched as Viktor stepped out into the cold.

"Can I help you?"

"Maybe," Ron stated. He was trembling. The dreams he'd been having had gotten more vivid, more real since the Bulgarian had arrived at Hogwarts.

"Is this about Hermyninny?"

"No, no, it's not about Hermione. It's about these dreams, where I'm flying with someone and the other person is wearing a uniform very similar to yours," Ron confessed. For a moment Viktor looked confused, but then he nodded.

"Soulmate dreams," he stated. "You are having soulmate dreams and they are becoming more real since my school agreed to participate in the tournament?"

"Exactly, are you having them too? Or am I completely wrong about everything?" Ron asked. Viktor smiled at Ron, a crooked smile with several missing teeth. Ron couldn't help but admire that smile. He knew Viktor had lost most of those teeth playing Quidditch, that he would understand Ron's obsession with the sport.

"I am, I thought they meant someone else though."

"Hermione?"

"Ja, but she's not returning the dreams, not remembering them. She must not be the one then. In your dreams, they are shared, right?"

"The other person seems to be sharing them, yes. I've never seen his face though," Ron admitted.

"Me either, just red hair, flying on a broom over a sunrise colored lake."

"And then just before you wake up, the person starts to turn and then boom, you're awake?" Ron asked.

"Yes, then I wake."

"If we are soulmates, sharing the same dream, then tonight, let's found out for sure," Ron said.

"How?"

"I've read that sometimes soulmates can control the dreams, so tonight, try to turn and face me, we've met in waking life now, we should be able to do it."

"I vill try," Viktor stated. "I must return to my team."

"Me too, I'll see you tonight," Ron stated, watching Viktor leave, hoping that tonight, he would finally see the other wizard's face.

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Ron blinked. This was it. He was flying on the back of a broom. There was someone sitting in front of him. The person wearing the Durmstrang uniform.

"Turn around," he whispered, "turn around and kiss me."

For a moment, it seemed the person had not heard him, the dream playing out as it usually did. They were over the lake now, the sun setting before them turning the whole world a shade of gold. Ron had nearly given up on this plan working. Slowly, the person in front of him turned, finally facing him entirely. Ron smiled seeing Viktor's face as they kissed, the world exploding in colors as both wizards woke suddenly in their own beds.