In this chapter, you finally get some Leigh Ann/Viktor time! :D Plus something very, very interesting...(:

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Interesting News

Viktor Krum
October 27, 1995
Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom

It had gotten to the point where it'd been rather annoying, actually. The "Music Room" was right across from his, and if he left his doors open, he could hear the music constantly, every other day at exactly ten in the morning, when he graded papers and went over his lesson plans.

One day, he'd gotten very, very curious, or perhaps annoyed. He finally tore off his reading glasses from reading over the Fiendfyre essays of his Fifth Years, most of which weren't very good, (although Jessica Nelson's had been superb,) and stood up, unable to continue with the very loud music going on.

He walked out of his very clean room, across the hall, to where the door to room 16B was wide open. At the moment, someone was on bongos, really playing away, and he could see a few girls and boys with trumpets and violins and flutes, just playing away. He saw a bunch of girls dancing and just having fun, their bodies moving to the beat of the bongo drums.

"Turn the beat around," they were singing, "love to hear percussion! Turn it upside down! Love to hear it, love to hear it…"

Viktor leaned against the doorjam, glancing back at Colonel General Marie Lingam who was directing everyone's music and dancing. He recognized a few students, but most of them weren't in any of his classes. They were too old and hadn't stayed with it, like the few in his sixth year did. He watched everyone dancing around in their Muggle clothes for a little while, having as much fun as they possibly could, outside of regulation.

The music was fun and upbeat, though he wasn't sure if he liked the strange Muggle music. What was it called? Techno? Or was this just some strange musical trend? He wasn't sure. But then again, it was pretty nice as long as he got to watch Leigh Ann dancing around out there.

Leigh Ann was dancing next to her best friends Alexandra and Mary, but she shined more than either of the other two. Her short brown hair was done up strangely, and she was wearing some weird clothing, (as were all of them,) but it was interesting to watch. She and her two best friends were singing the melody and a group of other girls were singing in the background.

Leigh Ann stepped forwards and sang out, "Flute player play your flute 'cause I know that you want to get your thing off. But you see I've made up my mind about it, it's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it, woah woah!" She started dancing in a way that made his mouth go dry and his pants tighten to a point that it was rather uncomfortable.

Alex and Mary started dancing the same way, though it didn't do anything for him when they did it, only Leigh Ann. They started singing, too, along with Leigh Ann as she still sang the melody. "'Cause when the guitar player starts playing, with the syncopated rhythm, with the scratch, scratch, scratch, makes me wanna move my body yeah, yeah, yeah! And when the drummer starts beating that beat, he nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm, with the rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat on the drums, hey!"

Viktor smiled as everyone had fun with his fast-paced song, moving to the beat of the music and just being kids for once in this strict school. He wanted more than anything to be loose and free like all of them in there, but he knew that he had to get back to work.

Hmm…very soon, I am needing to be talking to Leigh Ann…very, very soon…

Leigh Ann Nelson
November 1, 1995
Officer's Bunk

School had been going pretty well, if I did say so myself. I was the lead role in Funny Girl, so that kept me busy, as did Quidditch and football. I was getting all A's and B's in my classes, and I was super psyched about my application coming up for the American Ministry of Magic!

I'd just Apparated into my bunk, ready to take off my stupid stuffy clothes and take a nap, lay down onto that fluffy, warm pillow-soft bed, to wrap up in those cozy blankets, to keep myself nice and warm…

"You never toold me you could sing."

I jumped at the sound of his voice and turned, my wand out and ready, but it was Viktor, standing against my bedpost with his arms crossed over his chest. "Don't do that!" His dark eyes had that usual spark of lust that they held whenever they saw me, and I was instantly aroused, but I was scared at the same time. I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself and started to put my Medical Potions and Remedies homework onto my desk. "How did you get in here, anyways? You have to have a password to get into my Floo, and only I can Apparate in."

It took a second for him to answer, and by the time he said it, I already knew. "Alex," we both said at the same time, and I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Of course." I finished unpacking my things, wondering exactly what he wanted. Well, I guess that I probably knew, but my "good side" didn't want to acknowledge it. But my slightly wild side, the one that always wanted to be around Viktor…it knew what he wanted, and oh, boy, did it want to acknowledge it. I started to turn around, glancing at his dark look from over my shoulder. "What did you—?"

But I was cut off by Viktor striding across the room, taking me into his arms, and pressing his delightfully warm mouth to mine. Was it bad that I instantly reached my hands up, tangling my fingers into his curly hair? Oh, yeah, his hair had gotten longer, just so you know. Enough that it curled around my fingers when I drug my fingers through it while I kissed him with as much energy that I could put into it, considering that I was bone-tired.

I felt his tongue gently flicker against my bottom lip once, twice, before he pulled away, his breathing slightly labored as I stared into his eyes. "I half been vaiting for that for a loong time," he said breathily, his dark brown eyes almost a complete black.

"Me too," I said softly, using my thumbs to gently caress every inch of his face. He'd been shaving more, lately, but he'd been letting his hair grow out. I noticed that he wore his Muggle clothes underneath the simple robes that he'd started wearing, and they suited him very, very well. I'd always known it, but my boyfriend was quite the looker. "I like your hair like this," I said as I gently rain my fingers through his curls.

"Vhen Quidditch starts oop again, I vill half to cut it." He smirked at the frown I gave him and gently kissed either side of my lips, making my frown turn upside down. "Boot I am glad that you like it."

He started kissing me again, in a way that made my toes curl and butterflies rile up in my stomach. So, maybe I should have slowed him down when his lips opened mine a little too early, or maybe I should have just ignored my better judgment because this was way better than taking a nap, but I was having a pretty good time.

"Speaking of Quidditch…" I said around his kiss, "my first match is today…"

He smirked against my lips. "I knoo."

I felt his tongue line my lower lip, then my teeth, and suddenly it darted against my own, so I knew that I wouldn't be able to continue our conversation. I couldn't help but reach up and twine my fingers in his hair again, his hands landing onto my hips and holding tight. He growled from deep in his throat, clutching me so hard that I knew there would be bruises. But really, I didn't care. I just wanted to keep kissing him, to release all the stress that was bottled up inside of me.

He pushed me, hard, up against the desk. His fingers dug into the skin of my hips, his body pinning mine so that it was hard to breathe, but then again, that might have been from the kissing, too. Finally I hopped up onto the desk and pulled him between my legs, tightening my knees around his hips for a more comfortable position.

I pushed my body harder up against his, my breasts pushing against the expanse of his chest. But he had other plans. His fingers gently roamed between our bodies, unbuttoning the lowest button on my Officer's uniform, then the next, and finally, all of them, until he shoved the jacket off of my shoulders entirely. I had to pull away for breath, so he put his lips beneath my jaw and started doing that wonderful thing with his lips that he tended to do whenever his lips touched my skin. Somehow, I'd let him work on my shirt, too, and his hands felt amazing on the bare skin of my waist.

"Hey, Anna, I need some help with—whoa."

I gave a little shriek and dove for the cover of my bed, covering my partially-naked body with a large gold comforter. Viktor was standing behind my desk, embarrassment written on his face as he tried to hide the fact of his lust behind the hard wood. Ooh, bad time for a pun.

Jason was standing in the doorway of my Floo room, his face stopped half-way in a sentence, his body frozen in mid-walk-and-talk. Slowly, as I situated myself and made myself presentable, Jason melted. He made one of those faces that people make when they're witnessing an awkward situation, and he let out a little whistle. "So-o-o did not need to see that." He tossed a small packet down onto my nightstand, rubbed a hand over his face and through his hair, and muttered a soft, "Wow," before going back into my Floo room and disappearing in a bunch of green flames.

The giggles started coming out before I could keep them in, and I rolled on the bed, my shirt flapping out beside me as I laughed. Viktor was looking at me as if I were crazy, but I couldn't get the shocked look of my brother's face out of my mind. "That was priceless!"

Viktor let out a pent-up breath, and I noticed that he ran a hand across his face, too, just like my brother had. "If you say so. It is a good thing that he knoos about us."

I was still laughing as I sat up on my bed and looked over at Viktor, who was leaning against the wall, a slight blush covering his cheekbones. He looked so cute, his collared shirt all ruffled, his curly hair sticking up around his head, and of course that blush against his cheekbones. "Definitely. I wonder what was so important that it couldn't wait for the game," I said, leaning over the bed to grasp the packet of paper's he'd laid onto my nightstand. It was kind of heavy, and it took me a second to open it without the letter opener on my desk.

"Vhat is it?" Viktor asked, perching next to me on the bed. I knew that I should have been uncomfortable with him right there, but I just couldn't be. I'd always been comfortable with him, and that was probably both a good and bad thing.

"I dunno…" I pulled out the papers in the packet, noticing a few magazines in there as well. "David's Bridal… Kay's Jewelers… What the hell is this stuff?"

And then I decided that I might have known what it was, but I was very, very speechless about it. "You know, Anna…I've been thinking lately…"

"Ooh, dangerous."

"No, I really need you to listen to this."

"Yeah? Must be pretty serious."

"Well…you remember that girl from the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Evangeline?"

"Yeah, her."

"What of her?"

"Well…things are getting a little…serious."

"Oh my God and Merlin above."

November 1, 7:59 P.M.
Quidditch Pitch

Black and yellow, light blue and white flashed across my eyes, but I tried to ignore the blues and whites, at least. There was one thing I was looking for, and that was a small flash of brown, from the Quaffle, not the bright green of the magically-enhanced grass, or the bright blue of the late October sky. I had to dodge out of the way as the gold of the Snitch flew right past my nose, and I had to zoom out of the way before my Seeker, Alana O'Malley, and Air Force Officer Caitlyn Phelps zoomed past me, almost knocking me off my broom.

The crowd's noise was so loud that I felt my head would explode, and my fear of falling off of my broom or being kidnapped again made me want to stop playing, but I knew I had to play. For me, for my team. I had to—

THERE! I raced towards Officer Justin Lucas, dodging a Bludger, taking the ball from him and racing around to go back on offense. "AND THE ARMY TAKES POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE!" I dodged the oncoming Air Force, getting grazed by a Bludger, almost getting blasted off of my broom when the announcer for the Air Force cried, "PHELPS IS GOING FOR THE SNITCH! THERE SHE GOES, INTO A NOSE DIVE! IT'S THREE-HUNDRED SIXTY TO TWO TEN! IF PHELPS GETS THE SNITCH, IT'S TIED AND OVER, AND THE AIR FORCE WILL BE FACING THE NAVY NEXT MONTH!"

Not if I can help it, I thought, my instincts set entirely on the match now. I dodged around the two Beaters, grasping my broomstick tightly and going into a barrel-roll. Don't fall…! I caught myself and flew forwards, the Quaffle held tightly under my arm. If I'm not careful, she'll be there in three…two…one—

"LEIGH ANN NELSON HAS DONE IT!" cried the Army announcer, as the entire Army-sided stadium erupted in cheers, even as I pretty much fell to the field in exhaustion. "EVEN THOUGH PHELPS HAS TAKEN THE SNITCH, OUR CAPTAIN AND HEAD CHASER, LEIGH ANN NELSON, HAS MANAGED TO SECURE THE WIN!"

I sat my feet on the ground, ignoring the pounding of fists on my back. I was shaking all over, my heartbeat going a mile an hour. I shook my curly brown hair, wanting to leave the large group of people. It wasn't as if I was against winning—no, I plenty enjoyed that—it was the fact that I needed to actually get off of the field and go back into my room and cry. The adrenaline had been a little too much, and my heartbeat was too fast, and my memories were flashing too fast in front of my face. I knew that everyone wanted me to say something, and I also knew that they wanted me to throw a very large, very fun party, but I couldn't do it.

"Leigh Ann," came a small Southern voice, and I looked down to see my little sister staring up at me with a smirk in her olive green eyes. "Looks like it's up to us."

"Looks like it," I said, happy that she had come over to me to take me away from the crowd. I wanted to tell her what I'd figured out about Jason, but I knew that he probably wanted to keep that a secret, so I bit my lip and kept at our conversation. "But don't get your hopes up, Jess."

She smiled widely, showing off perfectly straight white teeth, although something about the smile was…sinister. "We'll wipe the pitch with you."

I couldn't help but smile challengingly back, looking down at her five foot five inches of height. "You wish."

"See you later?" she asked, stepping back, as if afraid to touch me. That's strange… She's acting skittish.

"Yeah. You'll have to help me with Arithmacy."

She smirked again, my doubt in her suddenly abating. "See you then."

I smiled as I watched my sister mount her broom and fly off, ready to face the world as she always did. It was strange, seeing her walk away, because from behind, you'd never think that either of us were related. Just the confidence in which she held herself, or the look in her eyes made us both completely different. I'd never be like her, but maybe that was a good thing.

I smiled at everyone on the team, but I noticed that we were one person short. Wait a second…what is Alana O'Malley doing? I looked over at the 'perfect' girl, talking to…VIKTOR! I had to control my anger as I slowly walked over, watching as the girl I was really starting to hate started to cozy up to my boyfriend. She looked perfect, still, even though we'd just played a really tough game. And I looked like a sweat-covered monkey…

My face was full of heat, maybe embarrassment, maybe fury, but I walked over to Alana and said, "Where the hell was your head out there?" Ouch. That came out harder than I expected.

Both she and Viktor looked very surprised, but she had the gall to look as angry as I did. "What did you expect? It's my first game, for crying out loud!"

And so the rampage began. "That's no excuse. As a First Year, Harry Potter caught the Snitch in his very first game! You're a Fifth Year, and an Officer! I chose you against my better judgment because you were good. So either I see you practicing in every second of your spare time on catching that Snitch, or you're off the team, because I sure as hell can find someone just as good as you." I had to stop myself before I kept going, because I then realized that I'd let my competitiveness not only on the field, but with anyone who talked to my boyfriend.

Alana gritted her teeth and threw her broom over her shoulder before walking away, her stomps as furious as I was.

I had to take a deep breath as I looked up at Viktor, who was looking rather surprised still. "Sorry about that, Viktor."

He took a deep breath and put a hand on my shoulder, trying not to show our "relationship," obviously. But I knew that he had to understand. "She is just beginning, Leahn."

Of course. That was the last thing that I needed! "I don't need to hear this from you, too, Viktor! Or should I say Professor Krum." Did I storm off after that? Hell yes I did.

Viktor Krum
November 2, 2:21 A.M.
Viktor's Room

"V…Viktor?"

He rolled over, trying to stay asleep, though he knew that it was fleeting. He wanted to go back to his dream, where Leigh Ann had been in his bed, sleeping next to him, and he'd held her close, gently playing with a strand of that beautiful, chocolate brown hair…

"Viktor," her voice said sweetly, and he opened his eyes to see a dark room, her silhouette showing itself against the small light of the fire. "Viktor, I had a bad dream."

Viktor Krum sat up, looking at her beautiful, distraught face. "Leahn?" She nodded her head up and down, and he noticed that her entire body was shaking very badly. "Leahn!" He pulled her shaky body to his, wondering how bad a nightmare it could have been. She started crying into his neck, grasping his shoulders and holding him as tightly as possible. "Do noot vorry, Leahn, I am here."

"H-hold me," she whispered, shuddering in his arms. "P-please."

Viktor reached down under her legs and scooped her up, setting her in his lap and holding her tight. She'd lost a lot of weight, he knew that, and she seemed rather small in his arms. Well, at least compared to him. He slowly rocked her back and forth, smoothing her hair with his hand, placing soft kisses along her sweat-covered temple. He didn't think of her anger from earlier. To tell the truth, it'd been rather...attractive. She'd been possessive, and completely woman, and he'd never seen anything more spectacular.

Slowly, she started to relax, and her breathing slowed. He knew it was wrong to gently nudge her chin up and place a single, chaste kiss on her lips, but he couldn't help himself. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her silk nightgown creating little friction between their bodies.

He couldn't let it continue. He knew that this was wrong. So he pulled away and placed his forehead on hers, their heavy breaths mingling together as he looked into her green-brown eyes. "Viktor," she mewed softly, in a breathy voice, "c-can I sleep with you?"

Again, he knew it was wrong. If someone should do an inspection of his room in the morning, against his will, then they would find him and her tangled in the sheets, possibly doing something that wasn't exactly appropriate between student and teacher. So, of course, he said, "Da." He stood up and took her into his arms. She instantly clung to him, like a small child who was afraid. He took her around to the other side of the bed and let the sheet fall from her shaking body.

"Gluposti," he cursed as he saw how soaked her body was from fright, and how bad she was really shaking. He sat her down on the opposite side of the bed and mumbled a spell that changed her clothing into a dry nightgown, and he dried her hair, but he'd need a rag for her face. He Apparated into his bathroom, grabbed a rag, and was back out in a second.

She was asleep when he opened the door. Her angelic form was on its back, head turned to one side, one arm thrown to the side, the other across her midsection. The nightgown he had picked out suited her nicely, showing off her supple breasts and hips as she lay there and breathed through her mouth in a little 'O' of slumber.

He didn't want to interrupt the peacefulness, but he knew he had to when he saw her shudder and turn over. Just at that time, a stroke of thunder hit and rattled the windows.

Sighing, he weighted down the opposite side of the bed and pulled the covers over him, gently wiping the sweat off of her forehead using the rag. "Leahn, you vill be the end of me."

She sighed too, but in content, and rolled over into his arms. "Mhh…" she mumbled, wrapping one arm around his midsection.

He instantly froze, feeling his groin harden and ache. She snuggled up against his bare side and threw one leg over his, her head lying on one side of his chest. He wanted to push her away—knew he should push her away—but he couldn't find the strength to.

"Viktor," she mumbled in her sleep, snuggling up as close as she could to his side. "I… I love you."

That made something in his heart instantly stop, his breathing stop…and all that he could hear was her words, over and over again in his mind.

I love you…

I love you…

"I…I loff you, too," he said softly, putting his face into her chocolate locks and taking a deep breath of the soft, sweet smell of her shampoo. "I do."

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"Silly wizards...allowing Muggle filth into your midst!" a voice made up of twenty said before giving off a cackle. For some reason, I was frozen in my spot, unable to move. Maybe it was the fright of what was happening, or maybe even the memories. But Alex pulled me away quickly, to the backstage where most were cowering, others trying to figure out what to do, and still others who wanted to fight.

But the voice kept on.

"Now, not only will the Muggles suffer, but your time will come too. Nothing good comes of blood traitors! Nothing!"

"Show yourself!" one of the teachers roared, his voice filled with fury. "Whoever is behind this, so help me God—"

"God will not help you, fool! And Merlin has turned his back on all of you for allowing this Muggle filth to steal our precious magic! Remember this message—you will all pay for what you have done!"