Chap 10

(LYRA POV)

I ran, not stopping for anything. I couldn't stand there and watch them any longer. I had to get out of there. I stood and watched as they deepened the kiss. A kiss that made our kiss look like it was all just a big joke. And to him, it probably was.

I was mad. Though I had no right to be. Viktor wasn't mine. I had no say in who he did, or didn't kiss. Did the girl he was kissing know we weren't really going out? Or did she think we were going out and just not care?

It was very possible.

Yes, very possible indeed, considering the girl Viktor was kissing was no other then Fluer.

I didn't bother to wipe away my tears, I just ran, avoiding the looks of the people I pushed out of the way as I charged towards the Ravenclaw common room.

My throat burned as if I just chugged a whole bottle of fire whisky, and I wished that was all that happened. My eyes stung from the massive amount of tears coming out. Some finding home in the corners of my eyes and not leaving. My stomach ached and it wasn't until then that I realized just how much my heart actually hurt.

I've never had a broken heart. Now, much to my regret, I know what it feels like. It hurts.

I could feel the giant gap in my heart where Viktor's name should have been. I felt empty inside. Lonely.

I was alone. I couldn't breath, couldn't think. My mind was wheeling, thinking of a way that I could have mistook the scene. But no matter how many times I replayed it in my head, it looked exactly the same.

My throat was closing up, constricting my air ways and making it hard for air to pass into my lungs. I felt like I was going to be sick. I felt like for the first time in my life, I wasn't going to make it. I didn't want to make it.

I didn't want to live without Viktor.

I reached the common room, the knocker outside the door not bothering to ask me a riddle, it knew me well enough to know who I was, and that I probably wouldn't answer it anyway.

I flung myself on the couch, and if it were any other time, I would have laughed at how girly I was being.

"Lyra?" I looked up, finally taking the time to wipe the tears that were burning my eyes away.

"Roger?" I asked, slightly confused. He eyes looked almost as puffy as mine. He must have been crying. But why? "What-what's wrong?" I questioned, sitting up and trying my best to concentrate on getting air to pass through my swollen throat.

"I-I, um…" He trailed off and I almost forgot about my own problems, if not for the burning in my throat and eyes I would have. "Fluer." He managed to get out, the name almost silent.

"W-what did- what happened?" I asked, wiping again at my eyes as fresh tears sprung.

"S-she broke u-up with me. Said that I wasn't the thing she cared about most." Roger said softly, as his eyes started to water.

I've never seen a boy cry before. And Roger made sure I never would. He quickly ran a frustrated hand over his face and turned to me.

"What did Viktor do?" He asked meekly, his voice cracking in a way that made him sound upset. He put an arm over my shoulder, and I let him. I didn't tell him.

I couldn't, before I could get the words out the tears took over and my whole body shook with sobs as I leant into Roger and cried.

(VIKTOR POV)

I walked into the champions area, not too thrilled that as soon as I kissed Lyra, she ran over to see Harry Potter.

Was it because he was Harry Potter? No, how could it be? I mean, I was Viktor Krum. Besides, Lyra wasn't like that.

"Hey Viktor!" A girl called, I recognized her as the only girl champion.

"Hello." I said, then, noticing her swollen, red eyes, my face softened. "Vhat's vrong?" I asked and before I could even finish she ran to me, burying her face into my chest. I have to admit, it was more then awkward. Especially because I didn't know her. But how could I tell the crying girl to get off me.

"He wasn't what I cared about most!" She sobbed quietly before turning to look my in the eyes. I gently wiped the tears off her face, trying to smile soothingly at her, but I think it came out as more of a frown.

"It's okay. You vill be fine." I told her soothingly. She just starred at me for a minute before jumping up and crushing her lips to mine. I staggered back, my body slamming into one of the wooden pillars that held up the tent and grabbed onto her waist, trying lightly to pull her off of me, but as she deepened the kiss, all hope was lost.

My lips began to move with hers, despite what my brain, and heart, were screaming. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to stop myself, but I couldn't. I couldn't push her away, because I couldn't stop picturing it being Lyra who was kissing me. And I couldn't push Lyra away. She was too special. So I stood there, letting the French girl kiss me, and kissing her back occasionally, knowing that if it were Lyra I would have done the same thing, just a lot more willingly.

(LYRA POV)

"He kissed her?" Roger asked, his face paling out but his eyes not tearing up again.

"Yes." I said, my voice hoarse and scratchy.

"Lyra?" He asked, his voice sounding weird, like he just thought of something brilliant. I looked over at his smiling face. "Go out with me!" He continued enthusiastically.

"ROGER! I don't like you!" I said, jumping up from the couch and almost punching him in the face for asking out a girl who just had her heart broken.

"No! I mean, pretend to. Think about it. We pretend to go out, then Fluer and Viktor will realize how much they actually miss us!" Roger exclaimed excitedly. "It's what they do in the muggle novels you hide under your bed!"

"You read those!" I gasped, then shaking my head clear to think about the bigger problems then the invasion of privacy. "But that doesn't even work. I mean, Viktor doesn't even like me." I sighed. Roger just frowned.

"Please Lyra? Do it for me! It works for me. I mean, it may not work for you, but it works for me!" Roger pleaded, ignoring how selfish he sounded. I couldn't help but sigh.

"Fine. For you and Fluer. Hell, if one of us has a chance to be happy, we might as well go for it." I said, rubbing tears that still hung in my eyes away and wincing at the tenderness of the skin beneath my eyes.

"So we're fake going out then?" Roger asked, new sparks of hope flickering in his eyes. I nodded, heading off towards my room, sniffling every once in a while, and letting tears fall soundlessly staining the stone steps beneath me.