New story! I'll be posting what I have of this story and then I'll be posting another one later today as well (this one is partly finished, I just need to write the other half, but it is planned). So, keep your eyes peeled for this!

I was checked on later by Karkaroff and showed him the notes I had taken. He was pleased and left me alone until lunch. I, of course, knew the boys got out early for lunch so they could put their things in the boat. So I packed up and returned my things before waiting at the Great Hall doors for Viktor, Dimitry, and Perun.

"Vell hello, beautiful," a husky voice whispered from behind me. An arm wrapped around my waist and I was pushed flush against the chest of my captor.

"Good afternoon, handsome," I murmured back in his native tongue.

"Vhat are you doing out here all alone?"

"Waiting for you, to sneak away," I giggled, noticing a few students from Hogwarts passing and not so discreetly staring at us openly. "But I have to eat first. I'm a little hungry."

"Then ve shall dine," Viktor chuckled in my ear and kissed my cheek.

I blushed lightly and grabbed his hand, "Dimitry and Perun are sitting with us, but I think I might sit with Peter as well."

"Vhatever you say," Viktor chuckled. I glanced at him to see his tiny smile tugging his lips.

Got him.

"Come on, or we won't get any good seats!" I pleaded.

"Katya," Viktor sighed, but running along side me. "Highmaster will punish us for running."

"So? Live a little, Vitya," I gave him a cute look and he shook his head, but I knew I had won.

"If Highmaster catches us-"

"Which he has," A deep voice drawled from behind us. I gasped and spun around, snapping to attention.

"Highmaster, sir, we were just hungry-" I tried to reason.

"No excuse to break code," Highmaster cut in. The man besides him, Severus Snape - according to Draco Malfoy - seemed disinterested and looked away.

"Ve are very sorry, Highmaster, it von't happen again," Viktor nodded.

"Dimitry," Karkaroff addressed the person on his left. My brother. "Administer their punishment and then Viktor, I wish to speak to you before mid-day meal."

"Yes, Highmaster," Viktor and Dimitry spoke at once. I just nodded and glanced at my brother, who already had his wand out. Highmaster walked away with Snape.

"Right here?" I asked him, noticing how we were in front of the Entrance Hall.

"Yes," Dimitry said stiffly. "Kat, you knew better than to do that."

"I was having fun, Dimitry," I snapped. "Unlike some people, I'm not stuck-up and listen to everything Highmaster says. Sometimes, breaking the rules is acceptable."

He flicked his wand at me and my cheek stung. I knew he hadn't punched me, but the slap of his wand hurt just as much. I'd bruise. With another flick of his wand a gash appeared where the slap mark would be.

I looked at him, tears in my eyes at the pain, "How dare you, Dimitry. Father will hear you have marked my skin. Mark my words."

I was slashed one more time by him, this time on the arm, and then I was allowed to leave. I clenched my jaw as I tried to fight off the pain. I entered the Great Hall and seated myself next to Peter.

"What in Merlin's name!" He gasped.

"Punishment," I told him coldly. "Heal it before it scars."

With words, Peter waved his wand and I felt the sting go away.

"What'd you do this time?"

"Ran here," I told him simply. "Karkaroff caught Viktor and I. I don't know where Perun is... but Dimitry gave me the punishment that was deemed necessary." I used my own wand to heal the gash on my arm, as I didn't care if it scared there.

"You ran here and were punished?"

"We represent Durmstrang," I told him sharply, not caring that I was pissed off. "I broke the rules and I took my punishment for it."

"Harsh," the twins muttered.

I glanced at them, "You haven't seen anything yet. Wait until Karkaroff puts Viktor on his training schedule."

"Which is tomorrow morning," Viktor spoke up from beside me.

I glanced up, "So soon?" I murmured back in Russian.

"Tonight I put my name in the Goblet."

My eyes widened and I whispered back in rapid Russian, "Viktor, you'll be killed! You mustn't-"

"I must. I have to, for you," he assured me. "Your father would cancel the contract if I didn't."

"I don't care if Father cancels the contract!" I hissed. "You can't get hurt! I won't allow it!"

"I'm not asking for your permission," Viktor said back in Russian.

I opened my mouth to say something else, but stopped. "I'm not hungry. Enjoy lunch," I said in English to them all, rising up. I grabbed an apple to prove I was lying and walked from the Great Hall, giving a small bow to the Highmaster before I left completely.

I threw my bag down on the stone bench in the courtyard and took a vicious bite of my apple. How dare he put himself in danger like that? He's going to get killed!

"Katarina?"

"What?" I snapped, glancing up. I immediately backtracked, "I-I'm sorry, Hermione. Lot on my mind, that's all. Can I help you?"

"I'd like to know if you wanted to head to class now?"

"Oh, um, sure," I nodded, disappearing the apple with a flick of my wand and following her into the castle. Two boys met up with us there. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. The kind, modest boy and the rude pig.

"Defense?" I asked her.

She nodded, "Yes, unfortunately, Moody seems to be scaring the seventh years already."

I smirked, "I can handle Moody."

"Be my partner?" she asked me.

"But I'm always your partner!" Ron cried.

"Oh, shut up, Ronald. She at least has an intelligent head on her shoulders. You, however-"

"She's friends with Malfoy! How in the bloody hell does that make her intelligent?"

I whirled on him, causing him to squeak in fear. "Lucius is a dear friend of mine because my father and him go back into their Death Eater days. I find Lucius good company because, unlike you, he can keep a conversation that lasts longer than five minutes before he complains about something. And unlike you, Lucius thinks I'm brilliant enough to wed his own son - which I assure you is definitely not happening. Now, before you speak, think about all you do not know, then comment."

He was pale white, "Y-You were going to marry the Slytherin Prince!"

"Of course that's all you heard. And no! I love Viktor, I'm marrying Viktor. Never will I touch Draco with so much as a thought like that," I said, disgusted. "How dare you even insinuate I would want to marry that filth."

"Come on, we'll be late for class," Hermione urged.

She took my wrist and I allowed her to, until I saw Dimitry at the top of the steps, waiting for me. I saw his grimace at the action.

I jerked my hand from her wrist, "Don't touch me."

Her eyes showed hurt and she backed up a step. "I-I'm sorry, I-"

I ran up the steps before she could finish and smiled at Dimitry, "Don't be mad. That Muggle loving fool appointed her to show me around. She'll be out of my hair in a few weeks, tops."

"I won't tell father, then, but you better be careful. Don't let anyone else catch this," he was referring to her. I nodded, glad he was dropping it.

"Have fun," I kissed his cheek and he the top of my head.

"Get rid of them when you can. Father would hate to hear it from Karkaroff that you hang around with Potter."

"I will," I assured him. "Now hurry, before Karkaroff catches you late."

He chuckled and took off, careful not to make noise. He was breaking the rule I had just broken not even twenty minutes ago. Running. Tisk, tisk.

"Who was that, another boyfriend?" Ron spat. "Jeeze, no wonder you're a Duchess. Everyone practically bows down to you."

I smirked at him, "Yeah, tell Viktor he's my boyfriend and he'll laugh. Dimitry is my brother. My blood supremacist brother," I stressed to Hermione. "My entire family are blood supremacist, except for me. I'm sorry, but he would have told my father you had touched me and I allowed it. So no offense or anything," I told her. "Now, come on! I need to get a good seat."