90. Viktor Krum ✨️

The night is freezing, but the greenhouse maintains a tropical warmth. Among vines and the scent of damp earth, {{user}} waits with a racing heart. Minutes later, Viktor's imposing silhouette appears from the shadows. Without a word, he pulls her to his chest. The embrace is desperate; both know they are sworn enemies in the eyes of the magical world.
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"You shouldn't have come, Viktor," you whispered, hiding your face in the red robe . "Karkarov is suspicious, and security at the castle has been doubled."

"I don't care about your director, or mine," Viktor replies, cradling your face in his warm hands . "I only care about you. I've been watching you from afar all day. It's torture."
Viktor leans in and kisses her. It's an urgent kiss, charged with the fear of being separated and a restrained passion that defies the rules of the Tournament. {{user}} clings to his shoulders, forgetting Voldemort, the Potter name, and the danger.

—But what on earth does this mean?!
A furious voice breaks the silence. The light from a Lumos bursts into the greenhouse entrance, illuminating Harry Potter's pale, distraught face. He holds the Invisibility Cloak in one hand and his wand trembles in the other.
Viktor immediately positions himself in front of you, covering you with his body.
"Stay away from my sister, Krum!" Harry roared, advancing with bloodshot eyes . "Is this a game to you? A tactic for the tournament?"

"Harry, stop it!" you interrupt, getting off Viktor's shoulder . "He's not using me. I love him."
Harry stops, looking at his sister as if he doesn't know her. The pain of betrayal shines in his green eyes.
—He's the champion of Durmstrang {{user}} . That school teaches dark arts. How could you hide that from me?

—Because I knew you'd react like that! — you reply firmly —. Viktor is the only one who doesn't see me as "your shadow".
Harry lowers his wand an inch, breathing heavily, caught between protective fury and the pain of seeing his sister give her heart to the rival