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He spent the whole day trying to get hold of the rest of the champions. Surprisingly, it was Victor Krum he happened upon first, in the library of all places. And therein lay the problem; the Durmstrang champion was, as per usual, surrounded by his fanclub. Neville, who had followed Harry into the library to help with his research, rolled his eyes at the scene; a few girls were bold enough to sit across Krum and bat their eyes towards his direction, flipping their hair now and then. Katie Bell, who was seated a few desks to the left snorted audibly, hiding behind her charms book the moment Madam Pince glared at her.
"How do you plan on approaching him exactly?" Neville whispered, writing down some of the information he had found on a book cataloguing the basic characteristics of dragons.
"You know me, Nev." Harry whispered back. "I'm good at thinking on my feet." And he stood up, heading towards Krum, trying to come up with a reason why he would want to interrupt him from his work. He had had a sudden epiphany the very moment he tapped the older boy's shoulder. The girls across the table looked at each other in interest before turning back to stare at the two teens.
"Who is…" Krum begun complaining -more like growling- only to stop when his eyes fell on Harry. "Oh." He said, his demeanor calmer but slightly confused. "Vat can I do for you, Mr. Potter?" He asked, his accent making a few of the girls sigh quite audibly.
"I'm glad you asked actually." Harry stated, smiling widely, fully aware Krum's fanclub was listening in to their conversation. "I've been wondering, have you heard of my latest design? The Seeker's version of the Firebolt?" Krum's eyes lit up at the mention of the broomstick, notifying Harry that yes, he had heard about his latest design.
"Of course." Krum answered, a hesitant smile on his face. "Vy do you ask?"
"I was wondering if…" His voice was a bit louder this time and, sure enough, Madam Pince, cleared her throat, indicating he should lower his voice. Harry held back his smirk as he turned his attention back towards Krum. "Would you mind if we took that outside for a second; the librarian is quite strict and I don't know when we'll run into each other again, what with the task coming up and everything."
"Sure." Krum offered, collecting his bag and following Harry out; the green eyed wizard winked at his brother as he passed him by and Neville smirked back. He walked out of the library, Krum in tow, making sure the girls hadn't followed them out. When he realized they hadn't, he started talking again.
"The first task will be about dragons." He stated calmly, watching Krum's eyes widen in shock.
"Vat?" The older boy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Dragons." Harry repeated, looking around for any audience. "I happened across their cages this morning in the forest."
"Vy are you telling me this?" Krum asked, his eyes suspicious.
"Because I wasn't supposed to know but, since I do, I believe it's only fair we all know." Harry explained.
"That's very noble of you." Krum stated, the mistrust in his face turning into something oddly resembling respect.
"It's not." Harry stated with a smirk, making sure Krum knew he was joking. "I just wanted to beat you fairly, that's all." The Durmstrang champion surprised him by laughing out, a deep but true laugh.
"I see." He said, clapping him on the shoulder. Harry smiled back at him.
"And, since I spoke about the new Firebolt, I was thinking you might like to give it a go?" Krum's eyes lit up once more and his smile widened. "I will have mine shipped over in December, so maybe you would like to test it?"
"I could do that, yes." Krum said, nodding vigorously. "I might like you, Potter." He added as an afterthought.
"What's not to like?" Harry asked, making Krum smile once more. One of the girls that had been standing across him in the library peeked around the corner and the Quidditch player sighed as he turned to look at a smirking Harry.
"I must go. Thank you, Mr. Potter." He said, walking away from the library and his fans.
"Don't mention it. And call me Harry." Krum nodded once before stating;
"Then call me Victor."
"See you around then, Victor." The older boy nodded once more and left. Harry turned around and headed back to the library, passing by the now wide eyed girl that had followed Krum and himself out.
"So, how did it go?" Neville asked his brother as the teen sat sown next to him.
"One down, two to go." Harry stated, turning his attention back to the book he had left open on the desk, trying not to think about how much easier it had been to talk to a brooding international Quidditch player than to his own twin. He had managed to get a hold of Fleur just before dinner that afternoon. The girl had been shocked to say the least, but had thanked Harry profusely for telling her. Harry had only said the same thing that he had told Krum; it was the fair thing to do and it didn't matter that he would be losing some advantage in the tournament.
Fleur had responded to that statement by kissing him straight on the lips, shocking a few third year old Hufflepuffs to a standstill. Harry had smiled into the kiss and, not being one to just stand then and allow himself to be snogged senseless -though he did not exactly complain- had quite eagerly reciprocated. They had walked into the Great Hall together, the rumors of what exactly had happened between the two spreading like wildfire across the room. Harry, who was still smiling widely, found himself completely indifferent to their gossiping this time around.
He had managed to get a hold of Adrian just after dinner; he had had to actually hold his twin by the arm as he spoke to him, the hazel eyed teen not wanting to hear a word he had to say.
"The first task is dragons." Harry spat, not knowing what else to do to silence his complaining twin. "The other champions already know. I figured I should tell you too." And he walked away, leaving a very confused and finally silent Adrian in his wake. He climbed the stairs towards the dormitory and fell on his bed face first, quite certain he would rather face an angry dragon than try to make his twin to see sense.
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