The brown paper-wrapped package just lay on the floor for a few minutes before Ron thought to pick it up. He tugged at the paper lightly and it ripped fairly easily.

There were a few sweets inside like Chocolate Frogs, and Liquorice Wands. But 'buried' underneath them, was a letter with handwriting he recognised well. He'd known and cherished those perfect letters in his autograph book since the day of the Quidditch World Cup. But how had he gotten Ron's address? This puzzled Ron's mind for almost hours on end, as he read the letter repetitively.

He knew it off by heart after reading it the fourth time through.

Molly tried to snatch it from him while he was reading it at the kitchen table, but he managed to swiftly dodge her claws. She gave him a nasty stare and then turned her focus back to the self-washing-up, making sure the spell she'd cast was working well enough.

Ron decided to sit in his room for a couple of hours completely forgetting about his best friend. Harry had decided to get in some Quidditch practice before going back to school, and so was out in the garden playing with Ginny. Ron reached his bedroom and Harry shot past his window, catching the 'quaffle' with expertise. But Ron didn't pay an inkling of attention to his surroundings, instead he just lay on his bed, reading the letter again and again. He now had every single word of it memorised and was in the mood to scream it all at the top of his lungs.

It read:

Dear Ronald,

Ever since I met you on that wonderful, yet, disastrous day/night of the Quidditch World Cup, I have been unable to stop thinking about you.
To be honest, I think you are gorgeous, You have beautiful eyes, hair like wildfire, and a perfect cheeky smile.
I cannot wait to come to Hogwarts to see you again.
Oh, and in case you didn't already know, your school is holding the Triwizard Tournament, which I want to compete in. I hope you will be impressed if I do manage to get in, and succeed in all the tasks.
But none of that really matters to me.
The only thing that matters to me at the moment is getting to see you again, and maybe this time I'll get to hold you, to be close to you, to run my fingers through your hair, to kiss you.
I sound too…romantic, I mean, we haven't even gotten to know each other well yet, and here I am talking about holding you and kissing you, but oh well, I'm just telling you how I feel I guess.
But what if I'm being an idiot in telling you this, and it turns out you're straight. Oh, I'm such a fool.
But anyway, like I've said already, I can't wait to see you again.

Viktor

xxx

Ron smiled widely after reading it once more before hiding it under his pillow. But everything Viktor had said made him think.

Why would he assume that Ron was straight, when Ron was so desperate to see him?
Would Viktor survive the Triwizard Tournament if he was selected to compete?
What the HELL was a Triwizard Tournament anyway?!