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It was possibly the fact that he was still rather imposing with his quiet broodiness that she no longer considered stand-offish and knew was simply his nature. It could also be that he had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he was seeing her in a way no one else ever had.

There was a moment of silence and then he moved to sit beside her. His leg brushed against hers and she could smell the scent of broom polish and peppermint

Viktor might not be what many considered handsome but she found him striking in a way that was far more appealing than pretty looks that would fade with time.

she'd not ruin what had become a very nice friendship just because she wondered what it would be like to kiss him

she impulsively leaned forward and brushed her lips very briefly against his

He smiled hesitantly at her, his bottom lip curving slightly upwards.

Viktor, his hand still on her shoulder, rocked back to look at her at arm's length, a bemused smile on his lips. He looked suddenly so adorable that she grinned up at him.

Viktor nodded, his eyebrows waggling suggestively. She giggled, and then threw a hand over her mouth, horrified that such a sound had escaped from her. His hand lifted from her shoulder to ease her hand away from her mouth."Do not hide laugh, please. Too rare to keep hidden."

"Am I so distracting to you?""No!" But she was smiling as she said it. " I don't mind you—it's your fan club!

And then, with a long last look at her that made her flush to her toes, he slipped into the water

In his desire to keep them safe, Dumbledore had shielded his students from hard truths that would become all too necessary knowledge in the dark days ahead.

He had noticed her then, and her face tugged at the corners of his mind for a long time afterwards. He felt sure he needed to know this girl – it was as if he had no choice in the matter.

"If you are less than certain," he said, "then take my vord. I haff never met anyone like you."

At last, something Viktor knew – some strength he possessed, something he could teach her. He could teach her not to be afraid … and she could teach him something of fearlessness too.

A silent moment passed, and finally he captured her eyes with his.

"Yes," she whispered; and this time, she did not look away.

His skin was warm beneath her fingers and she felt heat spread over her, still able to feel his touch against her cheek.

She'd missed him, when they'd drifted apart, but she hadn't known how to reclaim that earlier closeness.

It was just them, caught in this perfect moment

She looked up abruptly and her eyes fell on him. He felt himself blushing.

An awkward silence surfaced.

She looked as though she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.

"Yes," she said, softly.He felt an elated sort of joy soar through him, and managed to think, amidst almost overpowering happiness, that it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard before.

But the truth is, I love you, and I wanted with all my heart for you to be proud of me. To become a man that you would gladly call your son. I realise now that that can never be. Maybe you would be proud of me, if you could see me now. Maybe you wouldn't. Either way, I'll never hear you say it. It's time for me to let go of that dream, to stop trying to make you proud, and start trying to be the man I want to be.