Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters and I'm not making any money from this story. I do own the story line and any original characters involved.
Warnings: seriously AU; some bashings of Albus, Molly, Author, Ron, Hermione, Fudge, and Malfoys; sex scenes; slash; het; many OCs
Author Notes: The story is finished and I will be posting one chapter a day. Here's the next chapter. Tell me what you think in a review please.

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It was Friday night. Harry hadn't seen either Viktor or Lucas since Monday morning. He craved to talk to both of them, but didn't because of his promise to Viktor. He wasn't going to ruin any chance he still had with them. He was having a conversation with Severus about old friends from the magical world. Severus thought if he had felt ready for the World Cup, he might be ready to see of his old friends from England, if they could come here as Dumbledore was still a problem. Harry wasn't so sure.

Remus walked in with a smile on his face. "Harry I forgot to tell you. Viktor stopped by last night and gave me the tickets. The World Cup is tomorrow; you told Cory you needed the day off already, right?"

Harry gulped. He had felt so ashamed of himself that he hadn't even told his godfathers what he did. Frankly, he hadn't expected Viktor to still want him to be there at the Quidditch game. Maybe this was his way of telling him that he was ready to talk. Even so, Harry didn't feel as ready as he did the week before to venture out into the magical world. With him and Viktor temporarily separated, he didn't think he could deal with any more added stress. He also didn't want to cause Viktor any more distress right before he needed to concentrate on an important game. For all involved, he believed it would be better if he wasn't there. Leaving out the part about his betrayal of Viktor's trust, Harry told Remus and Severus how he didn't feel ready for the magical world. Remus was instantly worried about him emotionally as he had been quite a bit withdrawn since Monday. Severus, on the other hand, had his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Harry played innocent, but knew Severus wasn't fooled. He also knew though that Severus respected his privacy and wouldn't badger him for the truth, but would wait for Harry to come out with it. If he was completely honest with himself, the reason why he didn't tell the three of them was because he thought they would be disappointed in him. Since he met them, he always craved Sirius's and Remus's approval and now Severus was a part of that. Harry was not sure if he could deal with them being disappointed in his behavior. It would break his heart.

Harry spent a quiet night with his godfathers, thinking about what he was missing where Viktor was.

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Viktor was having a fly around the pitch, warming up with his team. He couldn't stop himself from looking to a particular group of seats. Harry and the others hadn't shown up yet and Viktor had the feeling they weren't planning to either.

Viktor had considered not even giving them the tickets, but had decided to keep that promise to Harry. After all, they did need to talk and Harry had to stop being afraid. The man who owned his heart in such a short time wasn't there though. Viktor was hurt and upset, but tried to keep it in perspective. Harry might have gotten scared of coming into the magical world, especially when neither of them was sure where they stood.

His eyes moved around the crowd. Viktor breathed deeply in relief. He saw an old man with a too long white beard, and was suddenly delighted that Harry hadn't shown up. He knew Harry was not ready for the eminent confrontation with Dumbledore, but one had to wonder why Dumbledore was even there. Did he come in hopes of Harry being there? He couldn't know that they had contact, could he. Viktor sure hoped Dumbledore was just going on false optimism.

Viktor went for a dive to show off some of his skills. As he was rushing to the ground, he felt his body suddenly get hot. His eyes quickly went up and sought out the source, easily finding it, it being Lucas. Viktor's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He remembered the ground suddenly and quickly pulled up. His breathing was erratic and his teammates questioned him with worry evident in their eyes. Viktor couldn't take his eyes away from the focused Lucas though. Suddenly, a hit to his back jolted him out of his reverie. He waved the questions away and concentrated on what was going on at the pitch. The game was getting ready to start.

The game began swift. Viktor stayed up above so he could survey the pitch without getting in the way of a bludger. That didn't stop him from having to swerve anyways to avoid one.

After about three hours of game play with no end in sight, the captain called a time out. Although it was for strategy, it also gave them the chance to get some water into them. Soon enough, they were back on their brooms and the game was back in motion. Viktor's eyes swiftly moved over the pitch and he froze when he saw the golden snitch fluttering near the bleachers after about 20 minutes. One eye moved to the scoreboard while the other stayed on the snitch; they were behind by 10, but if he caught the snitch they would win. The other seeker didn't see what he did. He shifted his weight and began to race to the ground at breakneck speed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other seeker hesitate for a nanosecond and he wasn't surprised, after all, he was famous for the wronski feint, before the other team's seeker followed him. It was too bad for the other seeker because that nanosecond caused him big. Viktor smirked triumphantly as his fingers closed over the fluttering snitch.

His team cheered around him as he stayed in the air, flying around the pitch and showing the snitch off. Viktor felt a prod to his mind and stupidly, his eyes met Dumbledore's. He knew what the man was doing and put up his mental shields, but they were no match. Viktor sat petrified as Dumbledore forced his way into his mind; he couldn't even move his head to break eye contact. He had to protect Harry though, by any means necessary. He did the only thing he could think off. His head stayed perfectly still, as he quickly shifted on the broom until he felt himself falling. That forced Dumbledore to break his connection on Viktor's mind. The quidditch player closed his eyes waiting for the impact that never happened.

A hard body was pressing against him with steel arms circled around his chest. He felt his feet touch the ground and without turning around, he knew it was Lucas who had saved him from some nasty broken bones. His coach came hurrying over and Viktor heard a threatening growl in his ear. The coach backed off, but pointed a wand at Lucas, hand shaking slightly.

Viktor gulped. "Don't! It's okay, he won't hurt me."

"Are ve positive?" He asked in a thick, Bulgarian accent.

"I'm sure."

Viktor faced the still growling Vampire and saw the fangs that had grown. "Are you hungry?" He question, after remembering what he read along with Harry.

"No, Fangs can grow for an entirely different reason, a reason that's not in books." Lucas' voice was controlled.

"What is it then?"

Instead of answering, Lucas claimed Viktor's lips in an aggressive kiss. Viktor would deny it of course, but he felt himself melt into the vampire, moaning as the lips possessively took his. He forgot the fact that there were reporters everywhere. All that mattered was he wanted this man badly, even if he was a vampire. He passionately returned the kiss, shivering slightly when Lucas' growl of desire went right to his cock. Their lips broke apart. Viktor tilted his head as Lucas nipped, careful not to break skin.

Green eyes flashed through his mind, making Viktor quickly pull away. Lucas' eyes showed understanding. "You have a lot of explaining to do Lucas. I'm beginning to think Harry was right about the attraction being magical."

"He was. I thought it was only him though. I've tried to find him all week to talk to him, but he's been acting the part of a hermit."

"It has to do with the both of us?"

"My fangs grew." Lucas stated, as if that should explain everything. Viktor's eyebrows rose. "You thought it was because I was hungry. That piece of information is in the books. What's not in the books is that a vampire's fangs may grow if their mate is in any danger, whether it's physical danger or emotional danger." He emphasized the last part.

"I'm your mate?" Viktor asked in wonder; realizing his feelings for Harry would turn out to be nothing.

"Not only you. When you made Harry cry on Monday," He growled a little at the reminder of that, "My fangs grew, reacting to him being hurt."

Tears threatened to fall from Viktor's dark eyes as he remembered the words that had caused Harry to sob. "I called him a whore and he really couldn't help it. He was right about having no control over the pull."

"We have to talk to him."

"I had given one of his godfathers the tickets, but I'm glad he didn't show up, considering Albus Dumbledore is here. I want to see him, but I can't leave here yet. After that display, reported would no doubt follow and I do not want to lead them straight to Harry."

"We'll figure something out, but you should go back to your team."

Viktor, careful of the fangs that were still extended, pressed his lips hard against Lucas', before he turned and walked away. He ignored the eyes that were on him, ignored the whispers of his team, and just smiled as he blissfully thought about Harry and Lucas. The three of them would soon be together, just as it should be.

Author Notes: I know some of you might be disappointed that Harry didn't go to the Quidditch cup, but this is what my muse decided.