моето малко скъпоценни Bulgarian for my little precious
моят красивскъпоценен камъкBulgarian for my beautiful gem
Raven, че открадна сърцето ми Bulgarian for Raven, that stole my heart
моя лекпринц is the Bulgarian translation for My Gentle Prince
красив is the Bulgarian translation for Beautiful or handsome.
Ангел в черно is the Bulgarian translation for Angel in Black


Chapter 11
Parties and fun days

Viktor's POV

I rambled and babbled to my lovely Harry and even proclaimed how I felt – making sure I spoke the more important words in Bulgarian. But apparently that 4 worded sentence is easily understood, if the gasp of my lovely is anything to go by, not to mention how his body tenses up in shock. I sigh and decide to confess and explain.
And so, while smiling at how I'm still holding my lovely Harry under me, his body – even flattened – still fitting mine perfectly, do I start and whisper: "I do love you, моето малко скъпоценни. And I have for a long time. That's why I sat so close during the reading. I feared for you and wanted to see if I could take my chance."

The boy looks at me with wide eyes, but I can almost hear his brain work and overanalyze his current situation. I myself quickly check to see how others are looking at us and when I see that Sirius seems to be keeping them busy, his arms stretched wide and a large grin on his face, do I decide to do the same for my lovely.
I turn my face back to that of my still shocked beloved, who lies below me with his mouth slightly agape and quickly make sure he doesn't overanalyze this situation, knowing it will make him think bad about it, and softly kiss his forehead, knowing his lips are still fresh, untouched and not wanting our first kiss to be this open.
The soft action seems to have the desired effect as Harry smiles thankfully, with that same small sign of affection being visible in his eyes as just before he grabbed the Tri-Wizard Cup and started my worries for him and I whisper: "We'll take this as quick or slow as you want, моят красив скъпоценен камък."
He looks at me, his head tilted as he must be wondering about my words in Bulgarian and I whisper: "As long as I do get the chance I've been waiting for all Tournament." The boy seems to worry about this a little and then the Lion I know roars inside him constantly rears its mighty head and he nods, making me smile widely.

He seems to like this as he smiles back and I know it's because I barely ever smile and he asks: "Can I now bring my friends the good news?" I laugh at his humor and not only get off him, but easily help him off the ground, my hand quickly leaving his hand to check his upper body for any possible injuries, especially his arm.
This is noticed by all his friends and Sirius quickly takes my place, first hugging the boy and then patting him all over, obviously checking him for injuries, like I did with a single hand before. But Harry, who sends me a grateful smile for the check-up, softly says: "Sirius, you don't have to worry, I'm fine."
But to this Sirius says: "You were just with Voldemort, I have all right to worry. And it's uncle Sirius for you, until you can accept Remus and I as your new parents." This shocks me, but I see the boy smiling at his uncle and think: "It'll be interesting asking them for his hand in marriage. When we've been dating long enough to both be ready, that is."

Sirius' POV

I see my son, who had just been lying under Viktor Krum for about five minutes, smiling at the idea of him calling me uncle until he is ready to call me mum and I myself can't help not inwardly smiling at that myself as I know I won't only be called that by my new son soon, but one day also by my own birthed children.
I then carefully grab his right arm, remembering the story and how it told me he was cut there, but the Basilisk skin that he told me about after he woke from his shock-induced faint is double layered at the arms and there isn't even a sign of a knife or something of the like coming close to his skin and this makes me sigh relieved.
I then hug my son again, having wanted to do this since I saw him entering the Maze, and, while fearing for what he's been through, whisper: "Is he?" And a soft nod, felt through the clothes on my chest, is my answer, making me hug him even closer as it means he faced the man and actually had to partake in that terrible ritual.

Harry then pulls away and nods at Cedric. The elder boy, who had been waiting with the other Champions down at the field and who had been pacing all throughout the waiting, nods and casts the Sonorus charm on my boy's voice, who scrapes his throat and gets everyone's attention. He smiles at them all and says: "Thank you."
These two words shock everyone silent of their mumbling and then Harry goes on and says: "Thank you for letting me partake in this, even when you know I didn't want to. Thank you for trusting me enough not to rush to the graveyard. Thank you for trusting in my plan, even when you had no idea what I had planned."

The students and teachers all smile at him, some of their wide eyes proving they would have never expected this of him and he says: "You have trusted and you have worried. And now you deserve to know my plan. Right after the reading ended, Professor Snape and I entered the Chamber everyone from Third year and above knows about."
The students that Harry refers to quickly understand and nod, while their fear is almost tangible, while the girls of Beauxbattons, the boys of Durmstrang and those in First and Second look confused, but Harry says: "I won't spoil the information concerning the first two books, just to let you know what I had planned.

Professor Snape and I went down and we came back up with snake poison and scales. I handed all of this to him, except for one small vial of Poison. I kept this on me and just before lunch started Professor Snape provided me with an armor, made of the scales and with a double layer at the arms, of which the upper layer was filled with Poison."
Everyone looks shocked and my boy says: "I did not kill Voldemort – not by my own strength, magic or anything else. I used the vial of Poison to mix the father's bone with a few drops and used the upper layer of the scales to make sure Voldemort didn't take my blood, but the poison that Snape had stored in those very scales.
The only asset I have of Voldemort's defeat was wearing the armor, having the poison and this." And I see him hold up what is left of the Horcrux – the broken chain and the half-destroyed golden locket. Everyone looks confused, but I see him look pointedly at Ginny, who seems to understand if her strangled gasp is anything to go by.
Ron and Arthur seems to understand too, while I wonder what she could have to do with Voldemort's Horcruxes as he hugs her tightly while her other brothers all look like a mix of worried and confused and Harry says: "I will explain to you all the meaning behind the locket once we reach the end of the second book.

For now all I have to say is that you can all enjoy the end of the Tournament and celebrate this, but only tomorrow. The day after we all have to be back in the Great Hall by six minutes before ten in the morning, as this is the time when I activated the Time Reading spell and thus the time when the reading shall commence."
Everyone nods and Fudge says: "I hereby declare Harry James Potter of Hogwarts the winner of the Tri-wizard Tournament." This is something the boy didn't seem to expect and while his face goes from the serious, caring look he had before to a shocked look now, does he say: "What? No, wait. I never wanted – wait."
But then, before he can utter anymore excuses, are his arms grabbed by the Champions and Cedric and Viktor happily take him on their shoulders, cheering him on and coaching us all on as we raise our right arm in the air and shout happily: "HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!" Easily over shouting his protests that he shouldn't be winner.

He then gets dumped on a small platform Dumbledore made and there he says: "No really, Headmaster. The others deserve to win. They were real Champions. I didn't even –." But then Viktor slaps a hand over his mouth and says: "But we do." And he sighs, making me snicker. He then gets released and says: "But you get the trophy."
And the other Champions groan, Fleur with her face raised up, Krum shaking his and Cedric slapping a hand on his eyes, before Harry, who smiles at them all playfully, says: "What? I'm not interested in the money, but I do know what to use it on. I already said that earlier during the reading. Now come up here, you traitors."

And under the cheering laughter of the crowd around us the three grumpily step onto the stage. Fudge seems unsure of what to do now, but Dumbledore smiles and says: "For using an impossible and life-threatening task against his greatest opponent, I award Harry James Potter of Hogwarts school winner of the Tri-wizard Tournament."
Everyone cheers, even louder than when Harry was carried to the stage, and Harry happily accepts the bag filled with 1000 Galleons. Then Dumbledore goes on and says: "For watching over his fellow Champion and perfect teamwork with his fellow Schoolmate, I award Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts school winner of the Tri-wizard Tournament."
Another cheer, as loud as the one Harry received and with all of the Hufflepuffs and several of the Gryffindors that were sitting with us during the reading, shouting: "GO CEDRIC!" Cedric smiles at the smaller group and takes the smaller version of the Tri-wizard cup that Dumbledore made, before the man goes on and says:

"For wonderful cooperation and teamwork there where it was needed, not to mention excellent and very creative spellwork throughout, mostly the First and Second Task and for fighting off the Imperius Curse cast by a powerful Dark wizard, I award Viktor Krum of Durmstrang school as Winner of the Tri-wizard Tournament."
Half of Beauxbattons, all of Durmstrang and quite a large part of Hogwarts cheers – mostly girls cheering for their, what I'm sure they believe to be, dreamdate and I see him smiling at his fellow Champions, mostly at Harry, before he shows a victory smirk at his fans and friends as he takes the cup from the Headmaster.

Then, as last of them all, the man says: "And finally for creating a wonderful friendship out of what seemed to be a terrible situation, by help of her fellow Champion and her sister, and for wonderful leadership during the Third Task, I hereby award Fleur Delacour of Beauxbattons school as winner of the Tri-wizard Tournament."
This time half Durmstrang and all of Beauxbattons cheers and the French speak all kinds of words that make me wonder what Madame Maxime actually teaches them, while mostly the males of Hogwarts cheer the loudest for the female Champion, of who I can easily see has at least some Veela blood in her veins as she takes the award.

Then Remus and I share a glance and, as if the bond has allowed us to share thoughts – like we seemed capable of doing so many times when we were teens – do we both nod, both of us knowing that while others worried, that Harry went through the worst. I then step up to the Four Champions holding up their awards and grab Harry's arm.
He looks at me and quite a large group of the cheering crowd does the same, making the entire arena suddenly quite silent, but I smile at him, which seems to make the worry in his eyes disappear and say: "Task done. Ceremony over. Plan fulfilled. You're off to Gryffindor common room to celebrate your victory, but –."
I interrupt the cheering Gryffindors and I say: "I do want the party to be short. If needed you'll hold part of the party tonight and the other part tomorrow. I don't want to over mother you, but you just went through the roughest day I have ever seen you have and you need your rest – all four of you need it and hard too."
The Champions all nod and then one of the twins – who had come down from the stands when Cedric and the others had returend asks: "Headmaster, seeing that two Houses of Hogwarts actually won." And the other goes on: "And seeing the bond between the Champions." And they chorus together: "Can we use the Great Hall for a united party?"

Dumbledore smiles widely and says: "Of course." To which the two cheer and shout: "PARTY IN THE GREAT HALL!" And the whole crowd, cheering and talking excitedly, leaves the stadium. I do the same, but see some of the Ministry people, Hagrid, Professor Sprout and Flitwick stay behind – probably to undo the charms and all.
I then smile at my son as he is hugged close by Viktor, something that is apparently waved off by Ron and Hermione and seems encouraged by Cedric and I know that the two are slowly working their way into a relationship. I nod at this and think: "My boy deserves to take things slow, after everything that has been put in his life so rapidly fast."

Harry's POV

The party lasts and lasts and everyone obviously enjoys it to the fullest, but Sirius simply sits, sometimes dances with Remus and laughs with the twins, Ron and other guests. I know he's being responsible, but I can see him lurking at not only Remus' ass every now and again, but also at the – by the twins spiked – punch bowl.
I shake my head at my Godfather – I mean uncle, I mean mum – who obviously wants to fully enjoy this party and subtly separate myself from the Quidditch conversation I'm having with my team mates to slip over to the dinner table and snatch two bottles of Butterbeer under a confused and slightly tipsy Seventh year Gryffindor's nose.
I then use my Quidditch reflexes to move through the dancing crowds and put one down on Sirius' table hard and the man looks shocked, having been in conversation with his cousin Andromeda Tonks, who has all party been insisting I call her auntie Andy, about where he could live once I leave Hogwarts for the holiday.
I then say: "If you think I don't keep my eye on you like you do on me, you've got another thing coming. I've seen your gaze and seeing you're so obviously determined not to get drunk, I'll just give you this. And no, I haven't taken a drink from the punch bowl either – I saw eons ago that those two spiked it."

Sirius smiles while auntie Andy turns her head the other way to hide her own subtle grin, grabs his bottle and says: "I should actually scold you for your lack of manners, but seeing that this is a party, I'll just take ten minutes off your time being allowed to be here before bed. You'll leave at 25 minutes to 11, is that clear?"
I sigh with my eyes turned skyward, wishing he wouldn't take his mother role so seriously now that he is so close to full freedom and I say: "Fine, clear. Now drink that Butterbeer and for Merlin's sake enjoy the party a little, will you?" He smirks and says: "Watch it, mister. You're dangerously close to losing another 10 minutes."
To which I groan: "Where is a distracting werewolf when you need one?" Having already spotted Remus heading over to our table. The man smirks, his sensitive hearing probably having made sure he heard the entire conversation and when he reaches the table behind Sirius, he bows and asks: "You called, son of mine."
I gasp along with a shocked Sirius, but then at the fact he addresses me as his own son and I shake my head, mostly because I can still feel the slight soreness of the scars caused by the ritual on my chest, but then Viktor asks: "Is this the dance table?" And Remus says: "It does seem like it now that you're here. Sirius, care to dance?"

The man smiles and takes his destined Dominant's hand before moving over to the dance floor. But I feel confused at the man's words, until I see a hand open next to my side and when I look at Viktor, who stands behind me and slightly to the side, he asks: "A dance going to quick for you, Raven, че открадна сърцето ми?"
I gulp, still not quite used to what I had heard and then decide to take some concerning matters into my own hands and whisper something that has been bothering me all dance: "Shouldn't you dance with Hermione?" But he whispers in my ear: "She's my friend, sister in all but blood – and companion in getting closer to you."
I look shocked, having not expected this strange turn of events and he looks at her as he says: "She's been knowing for eons. I just asked her not to tell, because I wanted to tell you myself as I wanted to start courting you once you were 15 years old. But now, I think I can take my shot, seeing you know how I feel."

I look at him for just a few minutes longer and then, from the corner of my eye, see Hermione dancing with Charlie and the girl smiles at me and motions with her head for me to take this chance. I look at Viktor again and think: "He really does seem to love me. And seeing Sirius and Remus, I guess people here aren't that against people being gay."
I then think of the Yule Ball and think: "But I can't forget how bad a dancer I am. I mean, even the first dance with Parvati went down the drain." But then my Gryffindor stubbornness shows its head again and I think: "Oh, what the hell? If my bad dancing drives him away so be it. At least I can try something I would have never done before."
And with that I take the boy's hand, actually making him smile. And what a smile. My eyes widen and my blood rushes up to color my cheeks when I see that brilliant smile, almost lighting up his entire face and actually making his dark thick eyebrows look softer, while his eyes shine their amazing black color, making them look like onyxes.

I shake my head at the amazing change in appearance and when I do, I notice that my feet are so easily following a path I never learned, it amazes and dazzles me and I whisper: "Wh-what's happening?" And Viktor, who has his arm around my back and his other hand in mine, whispers: "You're dancing, моя лек принц."
And I whisper back: "B-bu-but I – I can't dance." And Viktor asks: "Or is that – you can dance, but shouldn't take the lead in a dance?" And only then do I realize that Viktor is indeed leading me and that following his steps is a much and much easier task than trying to take them and leading my partner myself.
For quite some songs we dance and all I can do is enjoy as Viktor doesn't hold me close or push me against him, but he does smile at me in that same way and his body moves like that of a swan, elegant and light-footed, just like I thought of him when I saw him fly last summer during the finals of the Quidditch World Cup.

Then suddenly someone taps me on the shoulder and I see Sirius smirking at me. I shake my head, suddenly realizing that, while dancing, I somehow forgot all my surroundings and all those around me and Sirius says: "You had your fun, kiddo, and you're losing focus. It's more than obviously time for bed, for both of you, I might add."
Viktor nods and says: "I'll escort him, лорд Black." I smile at Viktor and the fact he's willing to be such a gentleman, just because he is the last one that danced with me. We say goodnight to our friends, congratulate Fleur and Cedric again, I get fist bumped by Fred and George for my amazing dancing and then leave the party.
During our walk up the Grand Staircase, the portraits congratulate us on our victory and cheer for us, some of them even leaving their portraits to follow us up a few floors, but else there's a sociable silence between us, while I can easily see how Viktor smiles at me with quite the affection shining in his black eyes.

Then we reach the Fat Lady and Viktor seems to complement her in Bulgarian, if his kind smile and her growing blush are anything to go by and when he sees me looking at him, does he say: "It's our way to enter the common rooms at Durmstrang. We greet and bless the guardian and ask if the password's changed."
I nod, quite liking the idea as I've always tried to be friendly to the portraits and then turn to the softly giggling Fat Lady, wondering how she knows Bulgarian, but shrug it off and I say: "Viktor thanks." The boy smiles and I say: "For not saying how you felt until the right time. For helping me through the Third Task, for – well, for tonight."
The grin on his face grows slightly, but not cockily and I think: "He knows how to take a compliment. And he's as famous as I am. Maybe – maybe he can help me with my fame and other issues." Then, just when I want to shudder at the thought of my other issues, does a soft voiced whisper take me from my thoughts:

"Can I kiss you goodnight?" I look at him shocked, having lost track of our conversation due to my thoughts and he says: "Just a kiss on the face will do, красив. I guess I just – want to end this night nicely someway." I smile at his slight discomfort, probably caused by my shock and I say: "On the nose will do."
He smiles and softly pecks me there, the feather-light touch actually dazzling me and I let myself fall slightly against him, Viktor happily holding me close, the way his arms wrap around me making me feel very warm and safe in a way I never felt before and I whisper: "What exactly are you saying every time you speak Bulgarian?"
And he whispers: "All kinds of words that prove to me and whoever can speak Bulgarian – namely your new mum – how much I – I'm falling for you." I know he wanted to say something else, but smile at how he changed his words to keep me comfortable.
For quite a couple of minutes we keep standing together and then I decide to leave, knowing Sirius will be – at the least – irritated if he hears I've been staying up and out of bed and then, deciding to show Viktor I want to give – I giggle inwardly at the thought of thinking it alone – us a chance, I kiss his nose

Before quickly whispering the password and disappearing inside the common room before the Bulgarian – I admit – hot seeker can realize what I just did and while blushing at my own actions and the giggles of the Fat Lady, do I quickly scurry up to my dorm, dress for night cloths and fall asleep in my canopy four-poster bed;
Most of my dreams about the dance and kisses I shared with Viktor. The next morning I wake up to the sight of 4 boys looking at me with smirks, Seamus even having a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smirk while Neville seems shy and unsure and after putting on my glasses and sitting up, I ask: "Morning guys, something wrong?"
To which Dean, who's voice barely hides his amusment says: "Well, we knew you talked in your sleep, Harry." And Ron says: "And we knew you loved Quidditch." And Seamus, still with the same suggestive smirk, says: "But we never thought we'd find you combining them. And with Viktor Krum no less."

I whiten and realize they heard me talking about Viktor last night and while hating myself for not recasting my silencing spells, do I ask: "How much do you know?" And Neville shrugs and says: "Just that you would like to give something a chance." This makes me sigh relieved as I don't remember all of my dreams and I say:
"Listen guys, I danced with Viktor last night and it was great. You must have seen that, seeing I danced quite a few songs with him. Dancing's better than I ever thought and I really had fun, more than a few months ago. And you all saw how he reacted when I came back from the Graveyard. All we did was a few kisses –."
I hold up my hands to stop the whistles and whoo's from Seamus and Dean, while Ron rolls his eyes at them and Neville turns red at my words and I say: "On the nose and we agreed we would give this a chance, but Viktor respects that I'm new to this and said we would take this at my pace, so I can get used to all this."

I then shrug, Seamus and Dean now looking slightly crest-fallen and say: "After all." I now look down at my locked hands in my crossed-legs lap and, while trying not to think of all the things in my past that can make Viktor decide he doesn't want me afterall, do I say: "This would be my first relationship ever, if it works out, that is."
To this Ron shrugs and says: "Well, if his treatment of you during the reading, after the Task and during the dance is anything to go by it will definitely work." I look up at the redhead – who had been so angry at Hermione – in shock and ask: "You knew?" Ron nods and says: "Hermione told me during the reading."
I nod and then Seamus shakes his head and the girly-gay – as we call him – in him comes up as he says: "Well anyway, the Seventh years agreed to continue with Sirius' plan and continue the dance in –." He checks his watch and says: "Twenty minutes, so we have exactly that time to make you look like a lion-strong angel to Viktor. CLOTHING TIME!"

Viktor's POV

I had let one of my fellow Durmstrang students tell the other Fourth years – Harry's House and Year mates – that the party would continue at exactly 10 minutes before 10 and that I would like to meet them – ahem, Harry – just before the party restarts, the student in question smirking as he must have read between my lines.
I have already greeted the girls, all of them having put on terrific cloths – Hermione her Dress robes – and have said good morning to Sirius and Remus, but have yet to see my green eyed angel. Then a gasp from a 5th year Gryffindor in front of me causes me to turn around and when I do I feel myself gasping as my eyes widen at the amazing sight I see.

His hair lengthened, part of it covering his left eye the rest falling down to his shoulders in a soft waving motion, Harry looks more beautiful than I ever thought I could see him – even when I saw him in his Dress Robes or when I saw him reach surface in the Lake or when he made that amazing dive to get the Golden Egg.
There is just a slight hint of eye shadow coloring the downside of his right eye that, together with his left eye being hidden, makes the emerald green color of his eye stand out, while his eye lashes aren't lengthened, but thickened, giving his eye a darker look and accentuating the dark eye shadow amazingly well.
His small, slim neck is covered in a dark choker wrapped around half the length, with a large dark blue opal fastened upon the front. His shirt is dark green, almost black and has torn sleeves that end halfway down his upper arm, while the end of his shirt is also torn, but then like a sunset, showing off his belly button and soft flesh without revealing too much skin.
Yet the shirt is obviously skin-tight and shows how much training and dedication Harry puts behind Quidditch if the small four-pack is anything to go by, not to mention how amazing his slim waist grows out down to his thighs and how the fabric around his upper arms seems almost a little too far stretched to work.

He wears a dark black set of pants, the end of the legs being long and dark enough to make it look as if his legs are covered in shadows and the pants are tied tightly to his thighs with a black leather belt with metal rings wrapped around the material, the way that the belt is wrapped around his waist, making his hips stand out incredibly.
His feet are still visible in the shadows, but that's only because of the shining black shoes that have dark green and blue strings tied together, blending together so well they look like one aquamarine string on each shoe.
Finally is there a blackish red leather wristwatch wrapped around his left wrist, the thick black band wrapped around his entire wrist and the watch only visible by the silver ring around the clock and is there a golden band with a lion on his right. All in all he looks dark, all in all he looks dangerous, all in all he looks just gorgeous.

I gulp and have to wet my lips discreetly as he walks over and with a small blush, strengthened I suddenly notice by a very soft taint of his own skin-colored rouge, and a shrug as he reaches me and while I feel amazed at how such little make-up can enhance his looks so much, does he say: "Seamus' work. We call it his Girly-gay side."
I smile, the idea of someone else willing to help my Harry look good making me very happy for him and ask: "They know?" Now the blush intensifies and he mutters something I can't understand. I tilt my head and he says: "I talk in my sleep." I smile at him, something only he can really get me to do this often and then offer him my arm.

He looks shocked, his ahir waving as he had moved it downward when shy and up when seeing me move and I ask: "Care for a first dance?" A slight smile is my answer before he tentatively grabs my arm with his hand. I then walk him into the hall and whisper: "Want to bet no one recognizes you now?" To which he whispers:
"Then I'll have to let Seamus dress me more often." I snicker and then take a spot on the dance floor, just when a song with quite the rhythm comes up. I take him in my arms, in exactly the right position to make sure onlookers don't see anything behind us dancing and take him for the first steps, both of us easily falling into step with the song.

Again he seems to get lost in us dancing and liking the fact I can have him in my arms as long as the music plays, I simply change our step from one rhythm into the next as one song after another gets played by the DJ, the feeling of this light, gorgeous and currently beautifully dressed boy in my arms feeling like pure bliss.
But just like last night Sirius interrupts us and I start to wonder if he's trying to keep me in my place or just trying to be an annoying, interrupting prat, but then he taps Harry on the shoulder and says: "Time for breakfast, pup. You can dance on later."
And as he walks away, he mutters exactly the words I didn't him to spill. "Can't believe it. Dancing for 40 bloody minutes without a single meal in his stomach." Harry looks at me and I shrug with a smile, whispering: "Forgive a loving Bulgarian for wanting to have his Ангел в черно in his arms as long as he can."
Harry smiles, his rouge-colored cheeks reddening slightly and then, to my great delight, he grabs my hand and slightly drags me along as he walks over to the dinner table, now filled with sandwiches, cereal bowls and other breakfast meals. We both take quite a plate and then I see Harry filling another plate with – I take a second glance.

My favorite snack: 5 Pieces of Treacle Tart. I smile, but then I grab a piece myself and our fingers touch, Harry's head swishing like the wind to the side and he asks: "You – you like this too?" I nod and say: "It's my favorite. I never take a meal without it."
He smiles and squeals: "Me neither. At least 3 pieces a meal, else –." And I happily finish his sentence: "The meal is ruined." We laugh softly, me slightly aware of the others looking with wide eyes while Ron, who is also there, smiles widely, and then sit down at a small table, Cedric and Fleur soon joining us.

From over Cedric's shoulder I see Sirius winking at me with a thumbs up and I turn my eyes skyward, knowing this is slightly better than having his over-protective hide breathing down our necks. Then I start a conversation with Cedric as Fleur compliments Harry on and on about his outfit and looks and begs him to tell her what hair-dresser he's been to.
He tells her about Seamus and his girly-gay side and after finishing her own, light breakfast, she quickly says goodbye to us to go look for the boy, obviously wanting some tips in how to look as good as my Harry, something that makes the boy again turn his head downward and show off the rouge and blush covering his cheeks.

I smile at this and take my advantage from the fact as I softly lie my hand on Harry wanting to take another bite out of his treacle tart, before I whisper: "I guess people realize Seamus' talents. They probably think you're his finest work yet."
The boy blushes, quickly looking round and obviously trying to spot any busy-body onlookers, but then I whisper: "Not that I believe so. To me he just showed the beauty I've seen you as to the school." I then slowly let my hand run up his arm and whisper: "He's just strengthened the beauty you just can't hide from my eyes."
Harry smiles and the rest of the day goes absolutely fabulous with Harry dancing with me, having lunch with me and his friends, walking over the fields, throwing Snitches at each other that a House Elf provided for him and all round laughed with me and had a lot of fun all throughout our semi-together day. Semi-together because Sirius constantly watched us.

Harry's POV

I can barely believe it, but while Viktor has stayed around me all day, have I constantly enjoyed his company and at some points, like when I was in a deep conversation with Neville about the different care between Muggle and Magical plants and Viktor was getting us some snacks, I actually felt the need to have him around me again.
Of course this weird need of having him around is quite lessened by the delicious, but strange and new sensation that courses through my body every time he touches me, whether it's a soft caress to the arm, him holding my hand or dancing with me, the last of which still amazes me seeing the dreadful events of the Yule Ball.

The feeling was some kind of warmth that can't be compared to a fireplace fire and yet it can as it's quite comforting. On the other hand does it also give me a feeling I only feel when I'm in the air; the feeling that I belong, that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. It felt safe, it felt warm; it felt amazing; I want more.
I've wanted it all day and it slightly scared me, but while my crush on Cho made me feel queasy, do I feel different around Viktor – and yet – the same. I feel the telltale signs that prove I like him, like the stupid need to blush whenever he says something complementing, and yet I don't feel queasy, instead I feel accepted and sure of my case.

I shake my head, not wanting my dark and confusing thoughts to ruin this – so far – amazing day, while leaning against a large pine tree on the grounds, half my back on the ground, half against the tree and suddenly notice that while lost in thought, I let my hand wander to softly – with just the little finger – touch Viktor's hand.
I look at the elder boy and see him softly sleeping, a soft snore making me realize what broke me from my thoughts and I look over his shoulder, again seeing Sirius sitting close by, reading a magazine while every now and then, looking up over the rim of his magazine, making me know he's not even really reading it.
He smile as he sees me watching and with my right hand I motion him to come over. The man sends a gaze at Viktor and I give a motion of the boy next to me being asleep. The other man shrugs and walks over, sitting down on my other side and whispering: "Enjoying yourself?" But I had a reason to call him over and ask:

"Sirius, how does it feel when you know what gender you like?" He looks at me shocked and because I have been thinking of my crushes on Cho and Viktor quite a while now, do I say: "I first liked Cho, but it made me feel queasy and all. But now, I do believe, I'm falling for Viktor and I actually feel accepted and sure of my case."
The man smiles, his eyes showing not only his happiness for me seeking his guidance, but also his understanding and says: "Harry, you can't always feel totally sure of your case. You always, before starting to date, feel slightly unsure and you are still in that stage. No Harry, what you're feeling is your acceptance of being gay."
This makes me look up, his words actually making sense and I ask: "So you think Viktor wouldn't be right for me?" He smiles at me and says: "Of course part of me thinks that. It's protective and doesn't want to lose its pup." This makes me shake my head with a humored smile and closed eyes before Sirius goes on and says:
"On the other hand can I easily see myself in him and how I wanted Remus. And I can see the same in you, Harry. So no, I don't think he's wrong for you. I'm just saying that you're new to this and you're experiencing what many gay-guys experience when they realize they like the same gender, instead of the opposite."

I nod and then notice Viktor has stopped snoring. I look at him and see him slowly blinking, before he turns his head to me and smiles. I smile back and ask: "You really only do that with me, don't you?" To which he happily retorts: "Your sight is the only sight that easily makes me smile, what with your amazing looks and beautiful character."
I blush at him and then Sirius stands up, stretches, rolls up his magazine and says: "Okay love-chicks, time to get inside. It's getting dark, must be nearing dinner and I want to see my Moony some more." Viktor and I laugh and we all head back inside, me and Viktor sharing a look that says: "Yeah, he wants to go in, only because Moony's in."
And snickering at this shared thought and walking back into the castle, do I fear tomorrow and all the information about my – not even blood-related – terrible relatives and home-life that will be revealed, but feeling relieved that I have Viktor, my friends and the other Champions to help me get through. Not to mention my new parents.