I Love Your Existence
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Same old, not mine, blah
Warnings: abuse, child molestation, rape, threesome, slash, Dumbledore
and Hermione Bashing, maybe Mpreg
Pairings: Viktor/Harry, Draco/Ron, Remus/Severus/Sirius,
Author's Note: Reviews make me smile. Just so you know. Thanks.
Thanks also to mangagirl64 for pointing out my error with Percy. That
shall be remedied this chapter.
Sorry it's a lot later than intended. Life got busy. Also, sorry it's
kind of short, but life is only going to get busier and I wanted to
make sure I got something out for you guys.
Thanks to my awesome beta, The idiot with no name.
-VKHP-
As soon as the thought crossed Harry's mind, he literally froze in place. Hold up. Love? I don't even know the man! Love is ridiculous! Harry knew intellectually that being in love with Krum was impossible, but the fluttering in his stomach and rapid pace of his heartbeat wouldn't go away, knowing that those dark eyes had yet to leave his form.
Harry, instead of being brave and meeting Viktor's eyes, took the coward's way out and started chatting with Fred about what classes hewas taking this year. He could still feel the heavy stare but was determined not to look towards the Slytherin table at any cost. Feeling a few different set of eyes on him, Harry turned towards the Head Table. He first saw Severus staring at him in a worried type of way, probably noticing how Harry flushed when he noticed Viktor's gaze. Shooting him a reassuring small smile, Harry turned his attention to McGonagall and noticed she had the same look as Severus. Shooting her the same look, Harry turned his attention to the last set of eyes on him. Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was staring at him with those twinkling light blue eyes in such a way that sent a deathly chill up Harry's spine. Dumbledore knows. He knows about the bank and the adoption. Holy shit, we're in trouble. I'm in trouble. Harry's mind went into overdrive, his thoughts stumbling over one another at the different theories of Dumbledore's wrath placed upon him. Then Harry felt a light probing to his mind. Severus had taught him the very basics of Occlumency this summer, taking just a few hours of his time while he was healing. As such, Harry reflexively strengthened his shields and looked away from Dumbledore, trying to go for polite ignorance. Harry ignored the urge to just smirk mockingly up at the old man and refocused on his dinner. Food. Oh.
Sometime between the distraction of Krum and avoiding various people's stares, food had arrived at all the tables in the hall. He felt kind
of stupid, as he probably should have been paying more attention to his surroundings. Harry filled his plate with mostly fruits and vegetables, with just a bit of chicken. Harry's stomach still wasn't quite back to normal shape after the Dursley's treatment, but the progress was much quicker than anticipated on account of Mrs. Weas- his Mum's cooking.
Harry found that he was having slight problems adjusting to having parents. Calling them Mum and Dad had started to come naturally, but he couldn't quite reconcile it in his brain. At first, he was ecstatic. But Harry had started to feel as though he was, in a way, betraying his birth parents memories by call others Mum and Dad. He hadn't brought it up to anyone yet, not wanting them to worry, but it was starting to wear on him. He loves the Weasleys, but he also didn't want to be disrespectful of the Potters.
However he was very grateful that all of his siblings were at Hogwarts with him. There was Fred, George, Ginny and Ron, as they went to school, but there was also Percy, Charlie and Bill as well. Percy was appointed by the Ministry to critique Hogwarts for some large event that he wouldn't tell anyone about. What Harry did know is that he'd already made a list for preparations on making the entire castle cleaner and the shore by the lake more tidy. Charlie and Bill were to arrive later on in the week, as they had to tie some obligations up at their jobs. Charlie was going to be there as an assistant to Hagrid, and he was also appointed by the Ministry for some other top secret mission. Harry didn't know what it was, but he said he would be spending a lot of time in the Forbidden Forest. Bill was there to strengthen the wards of the castle. Harry knew there was a secret motive to it, but he didn't get too suspicious about it, seeing as stronger wards meant a smaller chance of someone wanting to kill him getting in the castle, unlike in previous years.
Having only nibbled on his dinner, being lost in his thoughts, Harry was surprised when people started to filter out of the hall, starting with the Beauxbatons students. He'd missed dessert completely, due to being absorbed in wonderings.
Harry looked up and noticed that Krum was still staring at him. Harry once again blushed, but didn't look away. Krum's eyes seemed to burn. Harry broke his gaze when Ron nudged him in the side, startling him. Harry jumped away, bringing his arms up as if to shield himself. Oncehe realized it was just Ron, holding out some treacle tart for Harry to take back to the Common Room, Ron having noticed his lack of concentration, Harry flushed and looked at the floor, clasping his hands.
"Sorry to startle you mate, just thought you might want this. You seemed kind of preoccupied and didn't grab any, so I figured I'd grab you some. Do you want me to put it back?" Ron explained, restraining the anger inside of him at what the Dursley's did to Harry that caused him to react as though someone would hurt him just because.
Harry still didn't look up, but shook his head as a negative.
"No, thanks Ron. I love treacle tart."
"I know. I'm just crazy psychic that way. Come one, to the Common Room!" Ron proclaimed, wrapping a careful arm around Harry's shoulder, noticing how Harry barely controlled a flinch, and led him out of the Great Hall.
Harry couldn't resist a last look at Krum, and upon finding the Bulgarian, noticed that he was halfway to the Gryffindor table and looked angry. Confused at what Krum would have to be angry about, Harry let himself be led out of the Hall and up the staircase.
-VKHP-
Viktor was bedazzled, or at least something similar. He had never been attracted to anyone before, none of the women who flaunted their breasts at him or men that made excuses to pat his arm or back just to be close to him, had ever captured his complete attention. That's not to say that he was a virgin, no he had fucked multiple people of both genders, but he knew that was lust, not real attraction.
Viktor had had his choice of screws, being so respected in Bulgaria and a famous Quidditch star. He knew that some people would do anything for him. Instead of pleasing Viktor, it irritated the crap out if him. He didn't know those people, yet they were so devoted to him? It made him sick at the fickleness of wizard kind. But this boy, because he was certainly not a man, had captured Viktor with just a shy glance. Viktor could easily see himself grabbing the boy in a hug, holding him tenderly, or teasing him by tugging on his slightly long hair, or watching him while he slept peacefully in Viktor's arms.
Viktor knew he was probably being a little irrational, but something told him in his gut that this boy was his future. This boy was his. Viktor had never felt love. He knew his birth parents loved him, but he wasn't really old enough to understand before they died. He knew that those he lived with at the Orphanage cared for him, but it was more of a worshipping thankful adoration then real love. He also knew his adopted parents loved him in a way, but it felt alien to Viktor so he tried not to dwell on it. He had friends that he loved in a brotherly way, but overall, these feelings were new.
That didn't deter Viktor though. He always trusted his gut, it was never wrong, and if it said that he had to have the boy, then he would get the boy. No matter whom he had to get through, that green-eyed beauty would be his.
Realizing that food had arrived, Viktor mechanically shoveled some heavy meats and potatoes onto his plate, eating on auto-pilot. He was staring at his boy, who was looking at the head table conflictedly. As his love's eyes widened in fear, Viktor quickly traced his gaze to the headmaster. He narrowed his eyes into a death glare, angry at the old fool for scaring what was his. As his love looked back at the table, looking a tad smug, Viktor let himself relax just a bit. Viktor noted the kind of foods on his love's plate, memorizing them for future reference, when he fetched meals for his darling.
Viktor was trying to think up a plan of action for getting closer to his boy. He could tell that his love was timid by how he interacted with others, except the redheaded boy. Viktor stiffened at the thought of potential competition; there would be no other in his love's life. Viktor did not share. Period. But as he watched their interactions
more carefully, he noticed they were less romantic and more familial, almost parental. Deciding there were no amorous feelings between the two, he categorized the redhead, and the two twin redheads as they acted the same as the younger one, into the section of 'People he must impress in order to be in his love's life'. Viktor would never make his darling choose between his family and himself.
As the meal started to come to a close, his love finally looked up and met his eyes. Viktor drowned. This was his hell and heaven, should
Viktor believe in such things. He could gaze into those emerald pools forever. However, he was interrupted in his basking of his love's gaze upon him as the red head nudged his raven, startling him fiercely. The raven's reaction to being startled sent something feral through Viktor. H knew that reaction. Once upon a time, he'd had that reaction. Someone hurt his love, his raven, HIS! They would pay. Was it the red head? No, there were much too comfortable together for that to be the case. Another student?
Viktor's eyes darted around the hall, noting that half the hall was staring at his love. Thinking it was odd, Viktor shrugged it off, just focusing on the only two hostile stares. The headmaster and a bushy brunette Gryffindor. He sorted them into the 'Keep away from his love' section. Focusing back on his raven, he saw that he'd completely drawn into a shy shell. Determined to interrogate one of the red heads, or perhaps even his love, on who to get revenge on her hurting his mate, Viktor got up from the Slytherin table and stalked towards the mob of red and gold students leaving the Hall.
Halfway there, he was cut off by a bunch of giggling girls with black and yellow ties. Growling barely noticeable, Viktor watched as his love left the Hall with his group of redheads. His love shot him a confused look that Viktor didn't understand, then turned away. Growling louder, Viktor grabbed one of the calmer girls, this one with a blue and bronze tie by the arm, swinging her around.
"Who is the Gryffindor boy with black hair, green eyes, and hangs out with the redheaded boy?" he grunted out with a thick Bulgarian accent, staring to the girls dazed eyes.
"Hello Viktor Krum. I am Luna Lovegood, though you can call me Looney like everyone else. Your love's name is Harrison Potter. Be careful with him please, he's going to be my best friend soon and I'd like him to be happy. Don't worry, you'll make him happy. He likes chicken salad sandwiches with carrots and ranch dip on the side. You'll find him by the lake tomorrow. Good bye Viktor Krum, have a good sleep and don't let the Nargelites bite. They tend to inspire sad thoughts and you've had enough of those." the blond rambled out before sliding out of Viktor's grip and practically dancing away. Viktor stood there for a few moments, blinking as he absorbed what the small blond had to say, before shaking his head and following his brothers out to the Durmstrang ship.
Harrison Potter hmmm? Well, that was unexpected, though not a problem. He is still mine. Viktor thought as he stripped to his boxers and flopped on his bed aboard the ship. Tomorrow, he decided, he would meet his little love out by the lake with lunch. Then he would start the process of getting to know his mate. Viktor could care less about his love's status of Boy-Who-Lived; Harrison would be his, the press and insane Dark Lord be damned.