Harry didn't know how he got stuck into situations like these, honestly. Harry was stuck looking at the large ice rink filled to the brim with high schoolers with a certain sense of dread thinking about the events that led him here.
There were only eight people in his muggle studies class and surprise, surprise Draco was one of them. He only was taking this class because he needed one more elective to be able to graduate that year. Most students who survived returned to Hogwarts after the year it took to rebuild to finish off their education. Draco and he were actually on better terms than before the war but still got into arguments or as Hermine calls them 'pissing fights' quite often.
And what a stupid bet he got himself into this time. Professor Burbage had brought them to Russia on a field trip to experience a muggle sport, and signed the class up for an 'Open day/demonstration'. It had surprisingly been enjoyable to watch the skaters perform examples of their mastery of the sport, there was even country and world-class skaters here. Though it seemed that there had been a reason why such highly esteemed people were here at this event. Professor Burbage seemed to have somehow wormed the Hogwarts students into a posh field day meant for schools that catered toward the rich and famous. All of the foreign-looking teenagers and their prim winter outfits already made Harry stand out enough, with his green Weasely sweeter he received from first-year being his only nonschool winter outfit that was not falling off his thin frame.
Then came the time when the students were called down to the rink and asked to pick an instructor that would teach them for the next half of the day. Harry was actually excited to learn something new and had stood up eagerly along with a few others from his class.
"Well, Potter it seems like you're going to be just as much as a good for nothing at this than you are at potions" Draco sneered at him. Harry glanced down at the skates that Draco had brought with him.
"Isn't skating a little to muggle for a Malfoy?" he shot back, honestly surprised that Draco clearly already knew the basics.
"Skating is one of the few muggle things that are deemed expectable to pureblood families along with things like fencing and riding. Unlike you, I have been groomed at a young age to excel in all things that are expected of an Heir." Draco took the time to slowly look at Harry and gave a disgusted look at his old jumper "That includes fashion."
Feeling the anger rise in him and refusing to let Draco see his reaction he looked back down to the filling rink and to some of the students who were already skating with their instructor. The skaters to the left of the rink were still relatively unclaimed considering all the students went trickling in from the right gate. Harry spotted a trio standing in one of the rounded corners of the rink. The tall silver haired man seemed to be having words with the smaller skater next to him, when the blond one laughed and skated a perfect circle around the pair and gave a little jump and turned into one tight spin grabbing the black haired mans hands, clearly in the attempt to get him to skate. The move was done quick and effortlessly. Turning back to Draco who had followed his gaze and watched the move also, Harry pointed down to the rink "I bet you can't do that Draco." The blond simply raised his eyebrow and gave a soft snort while standing up.
"Please Potter, I learned that in my first year. Asking me to do a double jump would be more of a challenge. I bet that you won't even learn how to skate backwards after these three hours." Draco gave a small smirk of triumph at the lost look Harry had given him at the use of 'Skating' terminology, only to frown at the words that Potter said next.
"Fine, I bet I can learn what that guy just did at the end of the day and that if you don't learn the jump thingy you owe me 3 treacle tarts each day for a month!"
"And what do I get if I win?" He watched as Harry thought for a second.
"I'll get Hermione to go on a date with you." Draco took in a sharp breath at that statement.
"I've been trying for months to get her to even acknowledge me, let alone go on a date with me!" It was Harry's turn to smirk in triumph.
"And you have been blaringly obvious to the whole school. Even the first years now your little crush." Crossing his arms over his chest "She's my best mate, trust me I can get you a date"
"Deal" Draco hissed as he spun around and marched over to the left side of the rink to ask one of the available instructors.
"Well Potter~~" the voice of his professor piped up from behind him "Looks like you got a lot of learning to do if you don't want an angry witch on your heels" Harrys' face grew hot having completely forgotten about his Professor. The woman chuckled at the savior of the wizarding world "Good to see you still got some fight in ya! Now I recommend going down and renting some skates"
And that's what Harry did. By the time he got the correct size according to a heavily accented Russian woman, it seemed that everyone had already paired off. And this is the situation Harry had found himself in. He was confused on what to do next, looking down at the weird shoes with blades attached to them and back up at the busy rink. He stood at one of the railings looking at the groups, spotting Draco skating backward in sync with the blond skater they had seen earlier. Draco spotted him and skated over to his railing his instructor following behind.
"Ah~ poor pottie got no one to help him." He crooned at the black haired teen "Looks like I'm going to win that little bet of ours without even trying" The instructor reached the pair just then.
"Did you guys bet on something?" Harry snapped a quick no but Draco decided otherwise.
"Oh yes! Potter here has never been on the ice before and bet me a date with his best mate if he loses" Draco grinned pleased with the amount of humiliation that he was giving the Golden Boy. Harry jumped when a strong arm snaked around his waist and a chin rested on top of his head.
"And if you lose little Dragon?" Harry froze up at the physical contact and tried not to curse the stranger behind him. He glanced down at the wedding band on the hand that was resting on his hip, he didn't see the look of concern flash over Draco's face.
Draco tensed up as the stranger basically grabbed Harry from behind. They might not have been close friends but over the year Draco had a grudging respect for the wizards savior. He knew that the teen suffered from PTSD as most of the upper years did, and had never liked to be touched even before his glory days. He glanced at the smaller man behind the other, he seemed fine with the fact that his fiancé was touching another, if not a little stressed over the bickering.
"Let go of Potter!" he snapped trying to help his schoolmate out. "And he has no instructor, there is no way that he could learn even how to properly lace his skates in an hour, let alone a jump." It seemed that his effort was in vain because he watched as the man spun Harry into the startled Asian man behind him and instructed them to 'skate up' and leaned on the railing facing him with a smile on his face.
"Well then it is good that he just found himself some. Plisetsky, meet at rink 3 when it is time." And with that, the silver haired man turned and followed the pair off to one of the tunnels leading to the locker room.
Meanwhile, Harry was gently lead to another rink that was blissfully empty. By the time he was herded onto a bench and his skates were taken from him the tall stranger that had grabbed him before walked in. "Do you want to win this bet of yours?" he asked as he grabbed one skate from his partner and started to loosen it. Confused at what was happening Harry just nodded his head. "Good" the Russian said "Yuuri and I will be your instructors then!"
"Arnt we supposed to be in the other rink?..." Harry asked as he watched the elder man peck the other skater on the cheek in a blatant sign of affection. "Oh…" Harry felt his face heated up as he glanced away from the two and quickly apologized feeling like he was intruding on them.
Yuuri also blushed at the action and gently laughed at the younger teen. "If you truly have never been skating before it will be safer for both you and the others that you were here." Harry nodded mutely as the other said this. Ya, checks out. He was a walking weapon even without the addition of blades attached to his feet.
Victor hummed as he looked at the young man before him. For a person who had never skated before he had the perfect body for it. He was short and from the quick embrace that he initiated back at the main rink was well-muscled beneath the baggy sweater. He also thought back to the blond teen that was talking to him about the bet, he was also similarly built.
Little did Victor know that he was comparing two seekers with each other. He reached down and grabbed one of the teens feet and pulled off his warn sneaker, not reacting when he felt the body jerk at the contact. Yuuri was not as inclined when he too noticed the flinch "Are you ok, is your ankle hurt…umm" trailing off not knowing the teens name.
"Oh, My name is Harry Potter. I'm from England." Harry introduced himself and listened to the two as they instructed him to push his feet into the tight leather. "Sorry, I'm not really used to people touching me…"
He did not expect the older skater to smirk and grab his face suddenly "You will get used to us touching you" Harrys blush came back full force as the man leaned closer to him, his mind going back to the peck he saw this man give Yuuri. "Ice skating at its roots is passion. You will need to learn that first" He suddenly felt a strong hand grab his left hand and looked at Yuuri who was smiling at him.
"Victor will be that way, I'm sure even if you lose that bet we can still get you to enjoy skating by the end of the day "
Once again Harry had no idea how he got into these situations.