Um, not a lot to say, other than that Part II to this entire story is a lot different than the beginning! Its more about teenage feelings than "I've got to do this for my school and be an adult so that people can finally respect me." We all just need to be a teenager every now and then. I AM a teenager and I still have to remind myself that I need to loosen up a little.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own Spongebob Squarepants, though I would love to own both and be very, very rich.

July Third

"Take Me Out to the Ball Game, Please Let Me Spy on Your Team."

Her house had been beautiful on the first day, and it still was, even on the third day. He walked up the pure white steps, stepping across the light hardwood, to knock on the beautiful white French door.

"The door's open," came the stern voice of Leigh Ann's grandmother, so he opened the door to step into the spacious greeting room, which adjoined the large family room with that huge fireplace.

He walked through the living room, to the dining room, to see that Leigh's grandmother was setting the table for lunch. "Excuse me, Meesees Neelsoon," he said to her tall, young, American-Indian-heritage grandmother, "I vas vondering—"

"She's either in her room, or in the baby's room." The woman didn't stop moving for a second. "Her room is on the third floor, first door on the left. The baby's room is here on the first floor, just take a right at the end of the hallway and it'll be the first door on the right."

Viktor nodded, slowly backing out of the woman's way before he felt that he would get into any trouble. He liked the woman, truly, he did, but he wasn't so sure that she liked him. Perhaps it took a while to get underneath her skin, to get her to like anyone. Then again, her husband—a veteran of WWII and Vietnam, much older than her—was a easygoing man full of laughter. Maybe he was her other half.

He then made his way to the baby's room, since it was the closest, and opened the door to see a large, open white room that had pink accents everywhere. The crib was large, surrounded by huge stuffed animals, and all of the furniture was a light baby pink that made him not want to see pink for a long time.

But, sitting in one of the pink rocking chairs, dozed off with the baby in her arms, was Leigh. A soft music was playing in the background, and it sounded like something a Muggle would have written a long time ago. He knew that she was using a Timeturner to get everything done in her day, and she was probably exhausted.

He made his way over to her, kneeling in front of her, not wanting to make a sound that might accidentally wake her up. Her mouth was in a little O of slumber, and her eyelashes gently touched her cheekbones. Rising and falling on the swell of her breasts was the small amber necklace he had conjured for her as well as the small head of baby Nicole, her peach skin much lighter than her older sister's.

His chest swelled when he saw not only the baby lying there, but his necklace. He'd never seen something so peaceful, or beautiful, asleep like this, just for him to watch, just for him to have.

Then again, this was a little strange for him, and he felt himself blushing as he stood up, gently putting a hand on her delicate shoulder. "Leahn," he whispered, gently shaking her. "Leahn, vake oop."

A small smile formed on her face as she shrugged his hand off, cuddling the baby closer. "Hmm…" she said in her sleep, bringing her feet up to rest under her.

Viktor frowned. "Leahn. Ve are gooing to mees the game."

"Game…" she said, and now she was frowning too. Slowly, she opened her eyes, one at a time, and gave him a small, sleepy grin. "Hey, Viktor. What are you doing in America?"

She still thinks she's sleeping, he thought with a small smile. "Eet ees for the game between Amereeca and Bulgaria."

She opened her eyes a little wider, and looked around. And when she blushed, her entire face went red. "O-oh. Sorry, I guess I fell asleep." She slowly stood up, making sure to cradle the baby safely in her arms. "Ah…here, let me set baby Nikki down," she said softly, gently leaning over and putting the baby in her pink-and-white-heart-covered crib. He got a beautiful view of short-clad backside, and he wanted to reach forwards and pull her back against him, leaning down to nip at the back of her neck and—

He shook his head at the fact that what she was doing at the moment was innocent, and that the thoughts inside his head were not. Just because he had put his necklace around her neck, it did not mean that he could be thinking those things. He rubbed a hand over his face and took a deep breath.

"Go down and sit in the family room," she said, smiling up at him. "I've got to go and change. Wait for me?" She then reached up on her tiptoes, giving him a peck on the cheek. He couldn't help but nod as he held a hand over the spot, watching her hips sway as she walked away. Did she have an extra swing in her step, or had she always walked like that?

He didn't ever think that he'd get over how beautiful her body was.

Leigh Ann

I laughed at my brother as he tripped over the sidewalk. "Watch where you're going, Jason. You're supposed to know this town forwards, backwards, and upside down, right?"

"Doesn't mean I know it right-side up, right?" he asked with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes and directed the others to move ahead of us. The adults were a part of the group this time, too, and we must've made quite a scene walking down the side of the road in such a little town, especially since there had only been two red-heads in all the town in the first place.

Then was when I noticed that Viktor was lagging behind. "Viktor," I said, feeling my eyebrows scrunch together whenever he didn't answer. I stopped walking until the others were far ahead and he was caught up with me. "Hey." I put my hand on his forearm, making him look at me. "Are you alright?"

He was very handsome today, in his khaki shorts and dark blue Hollister shirt. His smell had overridden the smell of Hollister itself, kind of mixing together, and it was wonderful. That, and the fact that he hadn't shaved today, made me want to run my fingers across his cheeks.

He looked away as soon as he had looked at me, then grunted. "I soopoose."

This isn't like him, I thought, then instantly shook my head. Of course it was like Viktor, because when something was bugging him you had to beat it out of him. "Hey," I said again, stopping him from moving by putting my hands on his chest. "Stop it. Tell me what's wrong."

He let out a large breath before grasping my hands and looking at me. "I ahm soory. Please, leet us go to the game."

"No, I want to know what's wrong." Was it wrong to know that feeling his hands in mine was amazing? That having his thumbs stroking the backs of my hands was the best feeling I'd felt in a long time? "Please, tell me."

He sighed again, slowly bringing my right hand up to his lips and letting them slowly brush against the back. It was agony on my insides. "I do noot vish to lie to you."

I felt myself frowning nonetheless. "Why would you be lying to me?"

Viktor slowly sat my hands down, taking a step away from me. "My team…vell, the Captain, he vishes me to…to…"

Oh, this. "He wants you to spy on me."

He looked very surprised, taking a step back. "H-how deed you—?"

"I know everything about my pitch," I said with a wink, feeling myself smiling. I then took his hand, intertwining our fingers, and started pulling him along. "Come on, the others will start to wonder."

"You are noot angry?" he asked in that tone of his, the one that he almost always used whenever he asked a question.

I laughed and tugged him along a little faster. "Of course not! If I got mad at the fact that someone was sent to spy on me, I'd be angry all the time!"

He visibly relaxed, even smiling a slight amount. "I am glad. Boot vhat should I teel heem?"

"Tell them that I keep my Quidditch secrets almost as well as recipes. The secrets stay in the family until someone is married." I then felt him walk a little closer to me, and I felt…safe. Warm. Wanted. I looked up at him, almost wanting to put my hand on the necklace he had given me. "Do you know what I mean?"

He was smiling, and he squeezed my hand gently, his thumb tenderly rubbing the back. "Oolf course. Boot secrets stay oonteel marriage? Eet ees…ah…harsh."

"I guess it us, but Quidditch secrets are important. But if you ask really nicely, I can give you the recipe for that apple pie you liked so much." I gave him a wink and smiled.

"I vould…like that very mooch. Leahn, I…" and he stopped me on the sidewalk, pulling me in front of him with a small frown on his face, a burrow between his eyebrows.

Slowly, he brought his other hand up, gently cupping the side of my face, and my heart completely stopped. My senses were heightened; I could feel the calluses on his hands, smell the deep aroma of his aftershave, and even see every little prick of his five o'clock shadow at noon. Too bad I couldn't hear my own heartbeat or breathing, because the first had stopped and the second one was being held. I couldn't help but touch my tongue to my lower lip nervously, letting my teeth graze it a little.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulled my face up, and gently, so softly, he touched his lips to—

"Hey mates, you coming?"

We quickly pulled away from each other, and I could feel the heat coming up in my face. He might have been blushing as well, but I wasn't sure because I couldn't look at him. "Y-yeah," I squeaked, trying not to trip as I walked forwards. "We'll be there in a sec, Ron."

The redhead seemed oblivious as he shrugged and turned around, walking back towards the others. I guessed that he had probably drawn the shortest stick. "Whatever. It was your idea for this baseball game."

"I-I guess we'd better get going," I said softly, not daring to look him in the eyes. "Don't want to miss the game."

"I soopoose noot."

Yeah, sure. Thanks, Ron.

Viktor Krum

The baseball field was nothing but a large diamond, with a smaller diamond with little squares at the corners on the inside. Metal seats were placed around the front two sides, and there was also a stand where one could buy food and drink.

The seats were already half-full, and the wizarding families took seats at the bottom of the left side of seats. Out on the field, a group of mostly boys with a few girls were throwing around a small white ball. A few of them were getting warmed up, but all of them were wearing a red color with white accents.

In a small alcove on the right side of bleachers was a team dressed in dark blue and white.

Leigh Ann was telling the Weasleys what everything was, from the pitcher's mound to the bleachers, which they were sitting on. Viktor could still see the four faint scratches lining down the side of her cheek, and somehow he wished that everyone could see Leigh as he saw her.

She was wearing another pair of those "shorts," which let him see ever expanse of her long, taught legs. Tall shoes made her legs seem slimmer than normal, and showed off how beautiful they were, smooth. The shirt that covered the top of her gorgeous body was not even a shirt. It only came off one shoulder, showing another expanse of creamy skin. It was white, which turned out to be one of the best colors on her darker skin.

His amber necklace sat right on the seam of the flowing material, almost glowing in the afternoon sun.

I cannot believe that I almost kissed her, he thought, rubbing his face with one hand, trying to get the memory out of his mind. He'd been wanting to kiss her since the first day he'd met her, but when it'd almost happened, he'd felt as if nothing else could keep him alive. Her eyes had fogged over in want, and she had easily come towards him, as if she had wanted it as well. Her lips had been parted, moist, and he'd thought that when she'd licked her lips, he had died.

And then Harry Potter's best friend had interrupted. He'd never felt such an anger in his life. Because he had been interrupted in having something that he so obviously wanted. If he didn't have such pride, he would have grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him, making the point that she was his and no one else's.

But he did have pride, and he knew that at the moment it was too wounded to do anything about his predicament. He could reach over and brush the back of her hand with his fingers on accident, though, and watch the delectable blush run up her long neck. She tried to ignore him, it seemed, because she kept talking to the others, though subconsciously she was scooting slightly closer to him.

"Hey, mom, lets go get some drinks," she said suddenly, standing up. "I want the guys to try a hotdog."

"Vhat ees a hoot doog?" he asked, already feeling a slight amount of dread. In Bulgaria, he had a dog that was almost his best friend. He didn't get to see it much, but his mother took good care of it.

"You eat it," she said with a small smile.

He instantly felt disgusted. "You eat hoot doogs?"

"It's not really a dog, that's just what they call it." She then reached down and grabbed his hand, standing him up. "Come on, I'll show you."

Fred, George, and Ginny also decided to follow, and they stood in line. Leigh Ann seemed to know everyone in town, and introduced the small group to what seemed like everyone in the park.

"Hey, Leigh Ann, who're your friends?" came a female voice, and Leigh smiled and hugged a small, redheaded girl. She looked to be perhaps fifteen, sixteen, with long strawberry-blonde hair and freckles all over her.

And she had to have been all of five foot tall.

"Its so good to see you again, Becca!" Leigh let the girl go, and Viktor noticed that she was wearing the red uniform, and at the moment she was pulling her hair up and putting a cap on her head. "Everyone, this is Rebecca Sampson, junior coach of the Elks team. Rebecca, this Ginny Weasley and her brothers, Fred and George. And this is Viktor Krum."

He felt a slight cockiness in the fact that she came back and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. He felt a slight protection that had never been in him before, and he wanted to find out what it was, and wanted to know if perhaps she felt a slight amount of jealousy from any of the girls looking at him, or who had shown interest?

"Hello," one of the twins said, shaking her hand. "I'm George. Or am I Fred?"

The other twin stepped up, shaking her other hand. He gave his twin a glare. "Oi, I thought I was George today. So you're Fred."

Rebecca laughed and then reached up, giving them hugs. "Here in the Carolinas, we don't give handshakes to friends." After she pulled away from both, she said, "Well, at least in South Carolina we don't . The North is a little less eccentric."

Fred and George laughed, though Viktor could have sworn that the latter of the two looked a little attracted to this Rebecca Sampson. She offered to show them around, but Leigh told her that she had promised them a hotdog.

"I still do noot oonderstand thees hoot doogs."

"Where're you from, Krum?" Rebecca asked, a small smile on her face as she turned away from watching the blue team practicing on the field.

"Bulgaria."

Her eyebrows were raised to her hairline. "Wow, you're a long way from home, aren't you? Well, technically you gingers are too, but England's only over the ocean. Say, ever been to Germany?"

"Come on, Viktor, Ginny, lets let the twins talk with their new friend and we'll get our food and drinks." She pulled them along, and finally they were at the front of the line. She ordered thirteen drinks, one for everyone, and then six hotdogs. She held as many drinks as she could, then made Viktor hold twice as many, and then Ginny picked up the last ones.

They ventured back to the bleachers for the second time and handed out the "sodas" to everyone.

"Where are Fred and George?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking at her hotdog apprehensively. "Not getting in to trouble, are they?"

"Nope," Leigh said with a small smile. "I think one of them is in definite like."

Now Mrs. Weasley didn't even care about the hotdog. She looked as if she'd just seen the biggest diamond in the world. "Which one?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Leigh was smiling, and she looked like she was going to enjoy this entire situation. "Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, she's a good person and is great with kids."

"Is she…you know."

"Nope. As Muggle as the rest of the baseball team."

"She plays baseball?"

"She coaches it." Leigh smiled, then looked to Viktor and winked at him.

Viktor couldn't help but smile back. He knew that his concentration would never even stray towards the game, but would instead keep his eyes on her.

Later That Night...

"You know that all of them know how to do the Reynoold'sRicochet. You know that they do! With Leahn Oon, her daughter, as their coach, you know that they know every single defensive and offensive maneuver in that pretty little head."

Viktor was barely paying attention to Dimitrov; he'd been daydreaming about her, about the game, about football, about his necklace…but caught onto the last part and knew that his Captain was trying to get to him by saying things about Leigh Ann. Of course Leigh Ann knew every single maneuver out there, she was Rene Reynolds's daughter!

"Tell us everything that she knows," Dimitrov growled, slapping both hands irritably down on the table in front of Viktor. "I want to know that your traipsing off with her is worth every minute you are not on the field, practicing."

"I know that she knows defensive maneuvers better than offensive," Viktor said, remembering his first talk with her back at Hogwarts. "But she keeps her training secret, even more so than a woman with a recipe."

"Even from you?"

"Even from me."

Dimitrov pushed himself up off of the table, irritably running his hands through his hair. "Then seduce it out of her."

Viktor quickly stood up, wanting to strangle his Captain, but knowing it would be career mutiny. The team watched on silently. "I think not."

"Excuse me?"

"I will do nothing to harm her."

Slowly, a small smile started to form on Dimitrov's face. "You…are in love with her." It was turning more devious by the moment.

It took a moment for Viktor to answer. Did he love her? Perhaps not yet. But in time, he might be able to grow to love that woman. "No, I am not. But I do care for her, and I will not touch a hair on her head for your use. She is pure, and I will not break that."

"A touch here, a kiss there…she will be like putty in your hands, and we will win against the Americans. You do not remember last year, do you? We barely beat them. They might be able to make it to the Cup this year with her helping them. Do you understand, it would be your fault? You are the one who taught her to fly again!"

"I said no. If you want to learn some of her techniques, go outside right now and watch the Americans practice."

Dimitrov's eyes widened. "They are practicing now? But—you were just with her, why did you not tell us that they were practicing!"

"The Americans practice every day from six in the morning until ten, and then from three until six. Any time before six is our practice time, and anything after six, or from ten until three, is ours as well. I did not know if she would be at practice, as she has gotten little sleep over the past few days." A few snickers ran through the team, and he glared at them. They stopped laughing and looked away, as if something more interesting had popped up.

"Maybe I will get someone else to get under her skin, then," Dimitrov growled, looking over to the vile-grinning Levski. "Levski, when you met her, I noticed that you showed some interest. If you—"

"She is MINE, Dimitrov!"

Viktor hadn't noticed that he'd punched the wooden table, or left a dent, or had raised his voice. He only could see Levski's little blonde neck in between his hands, being strangled.

"Then prove it," Dimitrov growled, stepping in front of Viktor and looking directly into his eyes. "Show me something that proves that statement."

Suddenly Clara stepped up, something that she normally didn't do, and spoke up. "She is wearing the Krum necklace, if that proves anything, Dimitrov."

"What?" he asked, turning around to face the woman. "The Krum amber necklace, did you say?" She nodded, and Dimitrov turned back to Viktor. "And she does not know that she belongs to you while she is wearing it."

Jaw clamped down, Viktor nodded tersely. "I put it on her so that men like Levski would not touch her when they came to watch the game. And, it was also a gift."

"To soften her up, I like it," Dimitrov said, pulling a cigar out of thin air and clamping it down between his teeth. "Tomorrow, at the Fourth of July celebration, the team will get to go as a day of reprieve. As the Americans will obviously not practice in the morning, we will. You are excused. I expect you to…soften her up a bit more, Viktor. And if you do not…well, I will figure out a punishment later."

Viktor felt as if his teeth would break if he clamped them down any further, but there was no way that he would be able to pull them apart. "Just because I know her, and am attracted, does not mean that you can use me to get to her."

"No, but maybe I can use her to get to you, Viktor. And if I have to go to those lengths to make you understand, then so be it." Vasily Dimitrov was apparently done with this conversation, as he turned away from Viktor. "Alexei, Clara, you two watch their Chasers, and Leahn Oohn very closely. Viktor, watch the…ah…Ariel woman, their Seeker. And the other one, I cannot remember his name, but watch him. Ivan, and Pyotr, their Beaters and the Chaser's movement patterns. And Lev, I expect you to watch the Keeper and the replacement as close as possible."

"Yes, sir," all of them but Viktor said in unison. They then quickly exited the meeting room, to walk out onto the field and sit in the stands to watch.

Leigh Ann, he thought as he walked out onto the field, watching as she expertly dove in and out around the hoops on a broom that he didn't think he'd ever seen before, please, forgive me if something should happen, as I would never forgive myself.

Viktor sat down in the stands, watching Ariel Singleton and Maximus Brankovitch, their Seekers, as they circled the field, practicing their defensive maneuvers and fakes. Obviously, the Americans were not strong in their female Seeker, but in their Chasers and Keeper, because his eyes kept straying away, becoming bored. Maxiums was better, though nowhere near as good as he was.

Suddenly, with a laugh, one of the Chasers, Gianni Fedele, spun the Quaffle atop his finger, shouting something to his fellow Chasers. He passed the Quaffle immediately on to Robert Green, who dribbled it back and forth on his broomstick for a few moments, then passed to Debbie Muntz. Muntz played Keep-Away with the other team's Chasers, who turned out to be the back-up team from America, as well as Leigh Ann, while sliding the Quaffle down her outstretched arms and behind her head.

She threw it back to Fedele, who threw it again to Green, who scored by throwing the Quaffle in from behind the goalpost after diving off of his broomstick, before catching onto it again and grabbing the Quaffle, taking it and scoring. The substitute Keeper dove off the broom to stop it, failing to make the save.

Somehow, in all this mess, he kept finding the curvy form of his woman, of Leigh Ann, who was acting as Captain of the opposite team. Not that she was his yet, but he hoped that one day he would announce that Viktor Krum was not single, and that he was in fact dating her, the trainer of the American National Quidditch Team. To his country, it would be like a betrayal.

But somewhere in the future, he could see himself loving her. The question was, could she love him in return?

He wanted to think so as she blew a whistle, and the sweat-covered team pulled up and stopped, to conjure drinks in midair. Leigh Ann, as she was still underage in America, flew down to the ground and grabbed a drink, walking over to him.

She was wearing a simple, tight, white tunic with the American flag over her left breast, and his necklace tucked underneath. Her white shorts were stretched taught across her hips, making it very tight in his own hips, with his already-tight Quidditch pants.

"Hey, stranger," she said in a breathy, worked-out sort of voice as she took a drink out of a small paper cup. He wondered if she could be any more pleasing at the moment. "You trying to steal some training techniques?"

He bent down in the chair, as he had been sitting on the bottom row which was supported by three feet of concrete, and clasped his hands between his legs to hide his obvious lust for her. "I am noot, boot my Captain ees. I joost came to vatch you."

She blushed fetchingly, making him want to run his thumbs over those high cheekbones. "I'm not so special."

"On or off broom, you are very special."

Could her skin become darker? He thought that it could, as she blushed from head to foot, making the white of her outfit turn her skin the darkest color he'd ever seen it. "Its just conditioning, as there isn't any practice tomorrow."

Just conditioning, he scoffed inside his mind, replaying the few minutes of training that he had seen. Not only had she been teaching them a move that he had never seen before, but it had been good, and he was not going to say anything about it. "I see. It vas…eenteresting."

"Keep watching, maybe you'll learn something," she said with a small wink, crushing the paper cup and sliding it into his clasped hands. She then leaned up and kissed his cheek, her lips staying close by his ear. "That was a little something for your Captain."

"You heard?" he whispered back, feeling his blood run cold.

"We all heard parts of it." She then stepped back, her eyes very green with the white shirt on. "Thank you for standing up for me. But 'She's mine, Dimitrov'?" she asked with two raised, sculpted eyebrows. Viktor felt his blood turn colder, but his face heat up almost instantly. "Remember, Viktor, sound carries well through solid objects, and your voices weren't exactly low. I may not be able to understand a lot of Bulgarian, but parts of it are pretty simple. I heard my name a few times."

"I…I apoologees, Leahn." She didn't seem angry, though, she only seemed amused. "I deed noot mean for you to hear that."

"Actually," she said softly, reaching up to touch his face gently with her fingertips, "I like the sound of it. Not the possessive, I'm only yours, part, but…the fact that you would stand up to your Captain for me." She leaned up on her tiptoes to gently kiss his forehead. "Thank you."

"He—no…thank you," he whispered back, wondering if she knew how much he wanted her at the moment, or how much he respected her.

"Our teammates are never going to let this down, you know that, right?" she asked with a small chuckle, a glitter in her green eyes. "Well, yours might let you off with a few snickers, all you have to do is glare at them."

"I would gladly glare at yours, foor you."

She laughed, the bell-like tone carrying across the field. "I would like that, Viktor. But just so you know, you owe me."

"Vhy?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. He remembered that she hated that he could do that.

"Because I am doing a great job of acting like I'm completely smitten with you. Your Captain aught to love this."

"Are not you?" he asked, running the back of his hand against her cheek, then his thumb against her cheekbone. "Smeeteen vith me, I mean."

She gave him a wry look, pulling his hand down and away from her face, to kiss the palm of his hand, closing his fingers over it. "I guess we'll have to watch and see what happens, won't we?" she asked, turning away from him and dancing off, calling her broomstick to her without even using her wand, picking something up off the ground at the same time.

Was it even legal to have a backside look that good?

As soon as she straddled her broomstick, she gave him a wink and pushed off into the air, zooming around the stadium once—faster than he had ever seen any broomstick perform—before blowing her whistle. "Alright, you louts, break's over. Back to work, we've got an audience."

The Americans kicked off, flying very, very fast up into the air. Leigh Ann grabbed Troy Duvall—a Beater—by the shirt, hitting him in the head with a Beater's Bat. Somehow she knew that he had been talking to Clara, and had also left his Beater's stick on the ground; that was what she had picked up.

Viktor smiled at the fact that he loved this side of her, the one that was strong and resilient, that took control. He knew that one day, that part of her would be perfect in love-making, and that she would easily take control of her partner.

Hopefully, one day in the future, that would be him.

Thanks for reading! Here's a look at the next chapter, "July Fourth: Part I:"

Rebecca stopped talking and put her chin on her fists. "Wait. Which twin are you today?"

"I'm George," he said with a small smile, hoping that she didn't think of him as, 'Just that twin.' "Really, I'm actually George."

"Okay. Well, to me, you're the one who talks faster. Its much easier to talk to you with knowing who you are. And I think you have a funny freckle right…" She put her finger to a spot right between his eyes. "There."

"Oi, so do you!" he exclaimed, putting his finger between her eyes as well. She giggled, crossing her eyes to look at his hand.