Ron ran as fast as he can, anybody who could have been a threat to his mission he tackled to the ground. He charged in front of everyone and luckily was the first out of the large group of people to see the Bulgarian.

"Hi," Ron uttered as he stepped nervously up to the table. Krum stuck out his hand, Ron just stood there stunned. Viktor was just about to draw back when his hand was wrenched forwards by Ron's still shaking one. The red haired boy stared, mesmerised by the motion of the Bulgarian Seeker's hand and didn't let go for about twenty seconds.

"We should be signing of the autographs, yes?" Viktor's accent was so hot.

"Yeah, course," Ron turned to his book and spoke. He was clearly too busy staring into Krum's gorgeous grey eyes to have noticed that he'd said anything.

Viktor signed on the front page, in the most beautiful handwriting possible,
Viktor Krum

"Here you go…Ron," Viktor turned over the autograph book and saw the redhead's name on the back. He patted Ron's hand and the Weasley was escorted out of the room.

"Death Eaters! Death Eaters on the campsite!"

"HELP! MY CHILDREN! THEY'RE IN THE TENT!"

Ron jumped up to the screaming of people claiming there were Death Eaters in the campsite, but he thought this was completely stupid because there couldn't be any Death Eaters, because that would mean Voldemort was coming back. But Voldemort wasn't back, was he?

"Ron get up, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, all of you get up, NOW!" Arthur Weasley dragged the children to the tent opening and pushed them outside. The heat increased massively and Ginny screamed. Death Eaters were marching in unison between the rows of tents and Ron's first instinct was to run. Hermione and Harry sprinted after him soon followed by the others.

"Dad!" Ginny called to her father.

"I'm sorry darling but I've got to help the Ministry! Just run! And stay with your brothers!" Mr Weasley's voice trailed off and soon became very faint.

Ron had galloped ahead of the others with his best friends following closely behind. Thoughts raced though his mind, about the Death Eaters, about whether Voldemort was back but more importantly, whether his Viktor was okay…

"Ouch!" Ron fell to the ground on top of another person. He had his eyes closed so tightly that it took him about five seconds just to open them. He was on top of Krum. Ron Weasley, was laying on top of Viktor Krum.

Suddenly, Ron felt a hardness on his leg, was Viktor becoming hard over him? Ron felt a strain on his trousers, and leapt to his feet. He looked down at the Bulgarian's crotch to see that he had a tent. It was fairly large and made the redhead harder than before.

Then someone screamed. Ron stuck out his hand to help the Seeker to his feet. Krum thanked him and ran off calling for one of his team-mates. After he had gone out of eyesight, Ron heard a rustling in the bushes behind him, and out stepped Draco Malfoy.

"Draco!" Harry ran up to his boyfriend, his arms wide open. Malfoy ran into the embrace never wanting to let go of The Boy Who Lived.

"I was so worried about you," Draco burst into tears, Harry pressed his lips against the blondes, "I've missed you…" Harry held his boyfriend tightly and pushed him up against the closest tree. They just stood there, making out, and it made Ron so jealous, because he wanted what they have, but he couldn't have that. After all, it wasn't like he'd ever meet Viktor again.