I Love Your Existence
Warnings: See previous chapters.
Pairings: Viktor/Harry, Ron/Draco, Remus/Severus/Sirius, Fred/Neville/George
Author's Note: So. Yes. Here is a chapter. Yup. So.
Y'all are pretty bloodthirsty. All, "I hope Hermione gets it! RAWR!" I think I like it. So, to please the masses, I shall start with Hermione's doom. M'Kay?
I'm SO sorry about the long wait. Basically past the point of excuses, so just sorry! Additionally, no guarantees that a new chapter will be out anytime soon.
So I'm having a few difficulties with Viktor's accent, so I'm going to try my best in this chapter, then if people think it's dumb I'll change to normal dialogue and you can all just pretend he has an accent.
Thanks again to my lovely beta, the idiot with no name, because otherwise my typing would look more like garbage than fiction. Though that is partially due to the fact that my shift and backspace keys sometimes get stuck because I spilt apple juice on them, well, just never mind that.
Hermione didn't understand why she was in trouble. Potter was stupid and had obviously hoodwinked the teachers into thinking otherwise. He completely upstaged her in all their classes so far. All the teachers chose Potter's hand when hers was clearly up first. Since when did Potter care about classes anyway?
Not only had Potter tricked the teachers, he tricked the Gryffindors in his dorm! They are all being nice to him, like he wasn't a freak, when he quite clearly was. Even Ron had been fooled by stupid Potter! Her Ron must be under a spell of some sort, as he would never choose the good-for-nothing Potter's side over hers! She researched mind controlling spells in the library after the feast last night and came up with a few possible spells that Potter could be using, and was planning on showing them to the headmaster as soon as possible.
Hermione and Flitwick finally arrived at McGonagall's office. Hermione was escorted into a chair in front of the Professor's desk as Flitwick fire called Dumbledore. Hermione sat fuming as the Headmaster arrived and all three staff members sat on the opposite side of the desk.
"Miss Granger, please explain to your Head of House and Headmaster what happened earlier and your motives to your actions." Dumbledore asked brightly, ignoring Flitwick and McGonagall's glowering.
Hermione puffed herself up importantly in her chair, prepared to defend her actions to her idol.
"Well Headmaster sir, I was just heading to the Great Hall after Charms after a morning of classes when I spotted Potter and the other boys from fourth year Gryffindor. I think Potter has put everyone under some sort of spell, I wrote a list of possible spells he's used for you to look at, sir. All the teachers have been catering to him like he's some sort of prince and even the boys are treating him like he's something special! It's just not right, sir! So as I was reviewing all this in my head, I saw Potter and decided to take matters into my own hands, as other people obviously weren't going to do something. I pushed Potter from behind and he fell to the ground and just laid there. Then, for some strange reason that I believe has to do with the mind control spell Potter has on him, Ron turned on me and started shouting at me while Neville attended to Potter. I was so mad that I forgot Ron has been mentally compromised and so I hexed him with boils. Then Malfoy of all people stepped in and start to yell at me as well! I couldn't stand for such scum to dare to think he was better than me, but when I tried to hex him he disarmed me. Potter then woke up and Professor Flitwick showed up. He assigned me four undeserved detentions, sir! I didn't do anything wrong! I just did what other people are afraid of doing because it's Harry Potter!"
McGonagall and Flitwick were looking at the girl as though she was touched in the head while Dumbledore just nodded serenely.
"Well, Miss Granger, your logic seems sound, but the way you went about your actions was a tad overdone. As such, your detentions shall stay, but you will not be expelled, as you were only doing what you thought was right to defend your fellow students. I must insist that you stop all attacks on Mr. Potter's person and try to repair your friendship with him. I shall discuss with him the possible use of mind control spells as well as persuade him not to press charges. Filius, please give this lady back her wand so she can be on her way to lunch." Dumbledore said, ignoring the shocked and grim looks he was getting from his two professors.
Flitwick reluctantly did as ordered before McGonagall ushered Dumbledore and Hermione out of her office. She then turned to Flitwick.
"I was afraid of this. Filius, can you please ask the other teachers to gather here tonight after dinner, but tell them not to inform the Headmaster? I fear that the Headmaster has finally gone too far, and the staff will have to be a solid unit in order to brave the coming storm."
Ron was stalking to the Great Hall, still angered by Granger's actions and worried about his little brother. He couldn't believe that Granger would do such a thing to Harry. Well, he could, but he didn't want to.
He never liked Hermione romantically like many people thought. He found he was attracted to people who were smart, but she was just overbearing and obnoxious about her intelligence. And Hermione was only book smart, not life smart. Ron was the opposite. He had always found schoolwork boring and difficult and would rather focus on things that could be of use to him, like cleaning spells and dueling spells, then learning how to turn a pig into a table or reading about the many goblin wars.
Lost in thoughts, Ron didn't notice the hand reaching for him until it touched his shoulder. He immediately whirled around, wand in hand, ready to defend himself.
Instead, his ocean blue eyes met widened mercury ones. Ron quickly diverted his wand from the pale throat and stepped back, clearing his throat.
"Sorry about that. You can never be too careful."
Malfoy just nodded absentmindedly, rubbing his throat in relief as he stared at the red head.
"It's okay. I would have reacted the same way. It'll still probably bruise though. I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to see if you were okay from earlier. How is Potter?"
Ron stared at the blonde in disbelief at the situation. Malfoy was making sure that two Gryffindors were okay? A Malfoy and a Weasley were having a non-hostile conversation? The world must be ending. He decided to just go with it. Besides, Malfoy was looking kind of vulnerable and it was cute.
Cute? Where in Merlin's name did that come from?Ron quickly steered his mind back to the situation at hand.
"Um, yeah. I'm fine. Madam Pomfrey healed me with a simple potion. Harry is still in the Infirmary waiting for the potion to take effect, so Neville and I were sent away. Thanks for helping earlier."
Ron watched in fascination as a deep pink blush spread across alabaster cheeks.
"No problem." Malfoy mumbled, fiddling with the sleeve of his robe, looking at anywhere but Ron.
The blush just made him look even more adorable in Ron's eyes, which further creeped him out. Before he could get too caught up in his thoughts, his stomach grumbled loudly, causing the Slytherin to laugh. It was then Ron's turn to blush.
"Would you like to join me in the kitchens for lunch?" Malfoy asked carefully, keeping an eye out for a negative reaction.
Ron was understandably shocked at the invitation, but kept with his decision to 'just go with it' and said yes. The day had already been very taxing, and Ron wasn't going to do anything to mess up this development of a nice Malfoy.
Harry was in a state of shock. Here he was, sitting with the man he ogled at the World Cup, eating his favorite sandwich, and being stared at intensely by said man. He didn't know how to act or what to say, so he did nothing but eat the offered sandwich and stare at anywhere that wasn't the Bulgarian. The silence was tense, but was quickly broken by Viktor.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I didn't fall. You caught me in time." Harry answered confusedly.
"No, from earlier. You vere hurt."
"Oh. That. I'm fine. It was nothing." Harry answered, shrinking into himself as he remembered what happened. He knew that Hermione was an awful person but he didn't expect that. Despite her being annoying, Harry had considered her a friend for many years and her betrayal hurt, more so now that it was in person. Viktor sensed Harry's melancholy and wanted to divert his thoughts, not liking the upset look on the brunette's face.
"Vat is your favorite color?"
Harry jerked, startle out of his thoughts by the very random question.
"Vat is your favorite color?' Viktor repeated, "Da question is vat your English call "ice-breaker", no?"
"Yes, but ummm, I don't know what it is," he replied slowly, focusing on the giant squid waving a tentacle around in the middle of the lake before turning his attention to Viktor, "I don't think I've ever really thought about it. I don't know how you even go about figuring out your favorite color. There's no test you can take or-"
Viktor cut him off by grabbing his hand, startling Harry into not talking, though he didn't pull away.
"Vell, let's see if I can help you. Try closing your eyes. Relax. Breathe in slowly."
Viktor watched as Harry hesitated before following his advice. He saw the tension gradually leave the teen's small frame as he rubbed a thumb soothingly over the top of his hand. Quietly, as to not spook Harry, Viktor spoke again,
"Now, vat color do you see?"
Harry was floating in a world of warm brown. Chocolate and umber swirled in his mind's eye, with the occasional flitting of blue. Feeling Viktor tugging on his hand, dragging him back to the real world.
"Brown," he sighed, "I like brown. Like chocolate. Do we…have chocolate?" He asked somewhat bashfully, earning him a doting smile.
"Yes. Da strange house elf packed a chocolate cake," Viktor explained, pulling out the item form the enlarged basket, "He thought you vould like it."
The cake was the definition of decadence. The sides were covered in chocolate frosting the rolled in chocolate shavings. The top was covered in dark chocolate ganache then drizzled with white chocolate. Harry practically drooled at the sight of it, bouncing impatiently like a child as Viktor cut the cake and gave him a slice. Forgetting to thank Viktor, Harry dove into the piece, devouring half of it swiftly before slowing down, humming contentedly.
Viktor watched amusedly as the petite boy practically inhaled half the cake and worshipped the rest. My boy likes chocolate, must remember that.
After Harry devoured half the entire cake by himself and debated licking his plate clean, he finally came down from his chocolate high enough to realize what a spectacle he was making of himself. He blushed a deep maroon and ducked his head, unknowingly making quite the adorable picture.
"Ahh, ahem, sorry Viktor I just, um, well, chocolate. I love chocolate." Harry stammered, blushing even darker as the Slavic man threw his head back and laughed deeply. He has a nice laugh.Harry thought, blushing even deeper at that thought.
Viktor calmed after a bit and smiled at the smaller teen.
"I could tell. Your reaction is very cute."
"Cute?!" Harry asked in mock outrage, "I do not do cute! I am manly!" he laughed, striking a muscle-flexing pose. Viktor joined in the laughter and eventually they faded into a comfortable silence, both lying on their backs looking at the sky.
"So what's your favorite color?"
"Hm," Viktor grunted, looking over at Harry who had his eyes closed, a small smile on his face, "Green. I luff emerald green."
Harry looked over, opening his eyes and smiling. Viktor started to lean in when a pop was heard, startling the two apart.
An unknown House Elf had appeared, wearing a pillowcase with the Hogwarts crest on it, holding a bit of parchment.
"For Mr. Harry Potter Sir from Mr. Albus Dumbledore Sir." It announced, handing Harry the parchment.
"Thank you…?" Harry trailed off.
"No needs be thanking Tabbits sir. You're so gracious to Tabbits sir. Dobby speaks well of you, so true!" the elf wailed before popping away.
Viktor stared at the space the elf had been before turning to Harry who was glaring at the note as he read it.
Please come to my office so we may discuss your confrontation with Miss Granger and how you can mend your friendship with her.
P.S. I like Pumpkin Pasties
"Vat does your headmaster vant?"
Harry sighed, glaring at the paper one more time before folding it up and putting it in his bag, gathering his stuff and standing up.
"He wants to talk to me. Thank you for lunch, but I must be going. This was… This was nice." Harry said, his nerves starting to kick in again.
Viktor stood as well, standing rather close to the smaller teen.
"No, thank you. May ve do this again?"
Harry looked surprised, but easily smiled.
"Yes. Yes, please."
Viktor grinned then leaned in slowly. Harry tensed, unsure, but Viktor just kissed his cheek lightly before moving back again.
"May I escort you?"
Harry grinned and nodded cheerily and took Viktor's offered arm. As they walked away, Viktor waved his wand, banishing their picnic supplies.