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!

"Viktor, I swear to Merlin," I promised as we entered the Great Hall for dinner, "I will kill him if you get hurt. I don't care if I go to Azkaban for it. You will not be hurt, you understand?"

He chuckled, "Yes, Katya."

"This isn't funny!" I cried as we reached the entrance hall. "You could be killed! Or hurt! Or .. or-" I refused to think of anything worse and let out a breath as I looked away from him. "I'm training with you."

"I get out of my studies for this," he told me. "If I'm chosen tonight."

I looked at him, "If you're chosen, and you get out of your studies, I can as well. I have more weight on Karkaroff than you think. Father won't care as long as I do some work, and even then he's still in Azkaban. And Mother can suck it for all I care."

Viktor chuckled and kissed my cheek as we entered the Great Hall. There were seats for just Viktor and I next to Peter. I took it and smiled at the four boys and the two girls.

"I don't believe I introduced you to Angelina, Fred's girlfriend." So they both were attached. Yet they still flirted with me. Interesting. "And this is Lee Jordan." I nodded to the dark skinned boy who was talking animatedly with the two indentical boys.

"So, you ready for the selections?" Peter asked.

I shot him a glare, "Completely."

"Someone's a little cranky this evening," he pointed out.

I shrugged, "Whatever. I'm allowed to be pissed."

"What's up with you?" the twins asked simultaneously. "A good looking girl like you has no reason to be mad."

That did it. I narrowed my eyes even further and held up my left hand. "You see this?" They gulped, nodding. "Good. That means you don't flirt with me, you don't look at me, and you don't touch me. Got it?" They nodded once more. "Glad we got this straight," I threw them a sarcastic smile.

"Katya," Viktor said suddenly.

I looked at him and grimaced at his expression. It was disappointment. I hated when looked at me that way. Made me feel like a child.

"Sorry," I muttered to the twins, taking a bite of potatoes. I sat in silence the rest of the dinner. When we were told to sit with our schools, I noticed Durmstrang take a seat at some wooden benches that were built after a row of tables was gone. The houses of Hogwarts all migrated and squished together. Beaubatons sat at the end of one table. I sat on the wooden bleachers next to Viktor, clutching his hand with mine.

People were talking, conversing with one another. "Sit down, please," Dumbledore said, walking forward. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for! The Champion selection!" He shot around, using wandless magic to dim the lights. Then he used the same hand to walk towards the goblet, caressing it. We all watching. Waiting. Scarlet fire shot out and a piece of parchment wafted in the air before Dumbledore caught it. I felt myself grow faint. Please, not Viktor. Please, not Viktor. "The Durmstrang champion is!" Dumbledore announced. "Viktor Krum!" My painful grip on Viktor's hand went lax and I gasped.

"No!" I whispered.

People patted Viktor's back as he smirked, shaking his fist in victory. He stood, turning to me. I kissed him once, but he saw the trembling lip I had before I stiffened my features and gave him a smile. People clapped as he made his way towards the Trophy Room. I felt the tears in my eyes. Yes, I was proud of him, but I didn't want him to die.

The flame shot out again and a doily floated down. "The champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour." The blonde haired priss smiled and sauntered towards the Trophy room as well.

"The Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory!" There were loud shouts of joy as the man shot up and walked down.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions, but in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory- The Triwizard Cup!" He spun around and a ice diamond cup shown on a pedastal. The cup, however, had different plans. The fire turned blue and spun around the cup, then a red. The paper floated down and Dumbledore read aloud. "Harry Potter... Harry Potter? HARRY POTTER!"

I saw Granger grab Harry and throw him out of his seat. Harry walked towards Dumbledore, and they glanced at each other, Dumbledore handing Harry the parchment. Harry glanced at it once before going wide-eyed and walked towards the Trophy Room. I let out a shaky breath and Dimitry gave my shoulder a squeeze. I shook my head.

It was raining as we headed back to the ship, but I hung back, giving Karkaroff a look, waiting for Viktor. Karkaroff didn't complain. I spotted him as he walked out of the Trophy room and he spotted me immediately in the near empty hall. Hermione, Peter, a few of Cedric's friends, and Gabrielle Delacour stayed. I walked pointedly towards Viktor and stopped right in front of him. He was unsure of what to do.

"I warned you," I spat in Russian.

"I had to," Viktor murmured back.

"No you didn't," I spat. "I'm telling Karkaroff tonight of me dropping my studies to help you train. Only what's allowed. I will continue with Defense, Arithmancy, those and Duelling, but the rest of the time, I will help you train. I won't help you with task clues, but I will help you train."

"As you wish," Viktor smiled at me.

I gave a growl and spun around, walking from the hall without glancing at him. The occupants of the hall gave me curious looks. I had enough.